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What I'm about to tell you is 100% true. I know this is a "fiction" forum, and I have written several stories on here. But something is driving me to share my real story. The story how I became positive. I need to confess my behavior, for posterity, so that at least some people will know what happened. To believe me or not is entirely up to you, but I know I'll feel better getting this down in print. I started off as any good, self-respecting, midwestern gay boy who came of age in the late 80's did. I was scared shitless by the AIDS epidemic and always used condoms. Always. With a couple girls, and then even with the few boyfriends that I had when I finally came out in the mid-90's. It was just what was done-- unless one was in a long term committed relationship and both parties had been tested. Fast forward to the later 90's and I had a long-term "committed" relationship with a guy who eventually got me to drop the condoms. And I LOVED it. He was younger than me, with a big, curved, 8" cock and I really got off on feeling him cum inside me. But then that relationship ended. I moved away to the Carolinas and he stayed. It was a good thing, because it turns out that neither of us was particularly faithful in that relationship. During my time In the Carolinas is when I started my descent into barebacking. Early on I had a few boyfriends... always fucked with condoms with them. And then suddenly I was single... perpetually single. And perpetually horny. It started innocently enough. I would have hookups and we would "mostly" use condoms. If the guy was married, I would let it slide because he "was safe". And fuck how hot is it to let a married guy fuck you bare, right? At first I always asked them to pull out when they came. Most of the time they did. But then I just finally stopped asking, and they stopped pulling out. And I found out that I really loved feeling the throb, the wet heat, of their semen pouring into me. I began to crave it. So I started letting "partnered" guys fuck me bare. I figured they were a pretty safe bet too. And then it was married, partnered, or guys who said they were negative. Granted there was still condom use here and there, but it was much more sporadic. This was in the era of those home HIV testing kits. I was far too scared to go to a clinic or my doctor, so I would buy the test kits every 6 months and dutifully stab my finger and mail in my sample. Waiting for the results was nerve-wracking, but it was always the same. Negative. As the years progressed during my southern tenure, the lure of barebacking got stronger and stronger. Condoms were a rarity now, and I was starting to let anonymous guys cum in me raw. And I found I really got off on it! I can still remember the first time a complete stranger came in me at a bookstore in the city near me. I was in a dark alcove watching a guy taking turns blowing the three guys surrounding him. I was jerking off and a guy snuck up behind me and started playing with my ass. And before I knew it he was lubed and pushing into me. I just let it happen as the other guys stopped getting blown and started to watch me take dick. They all egged the top on, to "breed me". And he did. I was simultaneously so turned on and so mortified that as soon as he was done, I dashed out of there. And then jacked off a huge load later at home! That session sort of flipped a switch in me-- if I was willing to let a complete stranger cum in me, then fuck it. My inhibitions about taking raw cock were completely gone, and I would take multiple anonymous loads at that same bookstore in my remaining year in the South. I started going to sex parties and letting guys breed me. I started taking cock at the Y. And I even went to a leather party where I was roofied and ended up in a sling with guys taking turns and tallying up their loads on my stomach with a sharpie. I left that party with 18 hash marks-- but only remembered like 4 of the guys. I tested myself again... and still was neg. Even after all that, I was negative. Then I moved back to the Midwest. I dated a poz guy for awhile and we fucked bare all the time. But he refused to cum in me, even when I begged him to. He had too much guilt and didn't even want to fuck me raw in the first place. He said he didn't want to be the one to infect me. We eventually broke up. And I resumed my slutty ways-- taking lots of raw cock and loads. Going to sex parties. Etc. A friend involved in the AIDS community discovered I was being reckless and so he dragged me to the clinic to get tested. I figured I MUST have HIV by now, right? So much unprotected sex. Nope. Still negative. And then I met Steve. I met him online under one of his screen names "BarebackerMn" or "BarebackerMan" or "StevenToTheNuts". I think this was back in the days of gay.com still. Anyway, if you are reading this on this forum, you may know him (or of him). I found out later he was quite the "gifter"-- lots of conversions to his credit. Lots of videos. But I get ahead of myself. Steve and I chatted online quite a bit. I mean, his cock pics alone were a big draw for me. He had several pictures of a big, beautiful 8 inch dick. Naturally my ass was begging for it. But Steve was positive. To backtrack a little, yes I was being a slut. I hooked up with lots of guys and attended sex parties and went to bookstores and such. But really not very often. Oh, every so often I would get cum crazed and do the bookstore thing, and then leave with several loads in me, and a huge amount of guilt. And sex parties were few and far between. And my online hookups were with guys who said they were neg, or were partnered... still. I didn't actively seek out guys who said "don't know" or "poz" because even though I craved feeling a man cum inside me, I really didn't want it to be poz cum. Not in the back of my mind I didn't, because I knew it would seriously impact my life. So I tried to be a bit selective-- not letting guys who "looked" poz fuck me bare. Only letting proclaimed "neg" guys breed me during one on one hookups, etc. Yeah, I was that naive, but it had worked so far, right? Anyway, back to Steve. Like I said, we chatted a lot, and I was VERY tempted by his cock. But his profile (and his chats) let me know that he was DEFINITELY positive, and that he ONLY fucked bare, and he NEVER pulled out. He also warned me that he was charged and that if he fucked me, I'd probably get "knocked up". Because he'd done it before. All this talk scared me. And titillated me. But mostly scared me. I kept looking at his dick and thinking, "I really wanna feel that inside me. I wonder if he'd pull out if I asked?" I probably should have just avoided him... but every time I saw him on, we chatted. Little did I know I was being inexorably drawn into his web. And then one night, it happened. It was late fall and cold outside. I was in one of those cock hungry moods and had been online for hours trying to find dick. All to no avail. And then Steven logged on. And we started chatting. It was late and fuck I was horny and damn I needed some dick and fuck I'd probably already taken poz loads unknowingly and ok I'll drive over what's the address? Before I knew it, I was standing on his porch and knocking on his door, thinking "what the fuck am I doing?" He answered wearing sweats and a t-shirt. I left my boots by the door and followed him downstairs to the basement, my stomach in knots and my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. (My stomach is actually clenched while typing this). When we got down to the basement, it was.... almost too much. My apologies to Steve (if he ever reads this) but he and his husband were not excellent housekeepers. And the basement was, well, the best way to describe it is "seedy". There was fake panelling on the walls, a ratty, plaid 70's couch in front of the TV, and a carpet with stains from god-knows-what. There were also vodka bottles and full ashtrays and ... you get the picture. I almost turned around and left. But I didn't. We sat on the couch, and there was bareback porn playing on the TV. I'll give him credit, he sensed my nervousness and he didn't pressure me into anything. He just sat there and put a hand on my thigh. I reached over and touched his cock through his sweat pants. It felt huge, and he was definitely hard. He played with my hard cock through my jeans too and we watched porn for a few minutes in silence. "Hey bud, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. But maybe you could suck me a bit, if you want?" he said. And then he played his ace. He stood and slowly shucked his sweats, and that big cock flipped and bounced just inches from my face in all it's glory. He sat back down and started stroking it, and before I knew it I was on all fours in front of him with his big meat in my mouth. He was very appreciative- because he knew that as soon as he was inside my mouth... my ass was his. I sucked him a bit longer, and then he told me to get undressed. I did. I was so horny at this point, nothing was going to stop me from getting that cock in me. My dick was drooling precum all over that godawful carpet and I didn't care. "Get on all fours in front of the TV," he told me. And I did. "Take a hit of those poppers," he instructed. And I did. And then I felt his raw dick slide into my ass. Alarm bells were going off in my head, but my cock was rock hard and I NEEDED to be fucked SO DAMN BAD!! And damn if his cock didn't feel INCREDIBLE! Just like his screen name, he went in my hole "to the nuts". And then he started slow fucking me. He paused with his dick half in, and I saw a flash. He had pulled out his phone and was taking pics of his raw dick in my ass. I asked him not to show my leg tattoo if possible. "Don't worry," he said. As he fucked me, he started talking. Dirty talking. Filthy stuff. Stuff that noboby had ever said to me before. Stuff like "You know you have a poz dick in you, don't you? And you like it! You're ass is gripping and loving my big cock! You're gonna take my poz load and I'm gonna charge you up. Make you convert, like I've done to dozens of guys. You're just a fucking pig bug chaser, aren't you? A dirty fucking whore that's gonna let me put my toxic load up your cunt." A litany of filthy poz talk poured out of his mouth while he fucked me. I can safely say, at that time I was NOT a fan of this kind of talk. In fact, it made me nauseous and I wanted to stop. But the poppers were doing their job and in my haze I let him continue. "Guess what boy? No going back now-- you're getting my dirty load," he shouted as I felt his cock start throbbing inside of my ass. He pounded me hard as he came, trying to push his load as deep in me as possible. And I took it all. As soon as his load was shot, he pulled out and went for a cigarette. I started getting dressed in silence, not having cum, and not comprehending what I had just done. He showed me to the front door, and I drove home in a daze. I think I stayed up another hour just thinking about what I had done. I had just let a VERY poz guy cum inside me. I felt a bit sick to my stomach and cursed myself for allowing it to happen. Until the next time. The next time Steve and I fucked was about a month later. This time his partner was there and they both fucked me. I sucked Steve while his partner fucked my hole first. And let me just say this, Steve's partner had an even BIGGER cock and it fucking HURT! But I took him, and his load. There was no filthy talk when Steve's partner was fucking me-- I don't think he liked that scene. But as soon as he was done, he left to go to their sauna, thus leaving Steve and me alone. That's when Steve ramped up his poz talk and dumped his nut in me too. Then we sat in the sauna together. I took Steve several more times after that. Once again on all fours as he took more pics. The fourth load was video recorded. That recording ended up on a bug chasing website (much to my dismay). I had asked him not to post it. It had LOTS of poz talk and it was clear that I was neg and he was gonna poz up my ass. We made a few videos at my place too-- one shows him mugging evilly for the camera as he uses a finger to "prime" my hole before he sides in and breed it. I didn't understand what he was doing until much much later. Later that winter I got sick. Like really sick. But it was also the year that the H1N1 or whatever flu was hitting hard, so I didn't think much of it. But damn if that flu didn't take it out of me. I found that I was fatigued more and often tired. It took me a long time to recover, but even then I never felt "good". Steven and I sort of lost touch, and I really didn't see him online much anymore. I was finding plenty of other dick to keep my ass satisfied, and I was hitting up a local sex party more and more frequently, taking as many loads as I could get. Then about a year later, I got a call from the clinic that summer informed me that I had been exposed to Syphilis and that I needed to come in to be tested. So I went, and naturally they performed all the testing. And that's when they came in and told me that I had tested positive for HIV. Subsequent testing would show my viral load was pretty high, so I'd been poz for awhile unknowingly. I know to most people, the initial diagnosis probably comes as a shock (although really, how much of a shock can it be if you are having unprotected sex?) Upon hearing the news, I didn't get angry or cry or go numb or anything really... I just rationally processed it as a fact. I think I mystified the counsellors with my calmness about it. I mean, heck. I'd been having unprotected gay sex for years, was almost exclusively a bottom, and I'd let a known poz guy breed my ass. Repeatedly. It really was just a matter of time. And that's it. That's my story. I'm on meds and healthy, I'm doing well, and taking more cumloads than ever. PReP has made it so that EVERYONE barebacks-- it's so fucking hot! And EASY! And now? Now I sorta get off on poz talk. I've had more than one hot session where I pretended to be neg so a poz guy could get his rocks off on "knocking me up". I think I posted one of those stories here. And if you read my other "stories" no doubt you'll recognize parts of this one in there. Write what you know, right? Do I regret allowing myself to be careless and become positive? Sometimes. But it is what it is, and there's no going back now.

I am working on the next chapter but have been playing around with an AI generator and wanted to upload a couple pics I got out of it for Josh and Sam. Here is Josh: Here is Sam: Not exactly prefect to the description but pretty close and they are hot so I figured I’d share. Next chapter coming soon.

Can I take a minute to say how much I fucking love eating a good ass? It's become my favorite part of sex - whether I'm topping, bottoming, or neither. Nothing beats sticking my tongue in a warm hole. I have two positions I love. One is with him on his back in bed and me on my knees. I can watch him squirm and hear him moan as I eat him out. The other position I love is in a 69 with him on top sucking my dick while his ass is in my face. I grab those cheeks, spread them, and bury my face in his ass. Mmmmm!

Forgive me if I've told this story before somewhere on here (I looked and don't see it). I was at a party after a Pride parade, and Cole Tucker was there. (He was in town for the parade.) Another guy was sucking his dick and started to gag... The party host pulled that dude off Cole's dick and shoved me down on it. I finished him off. That's my only porn star encounter (that I know of).

As a bottom I agree and I don’t get to do it often enough. My favorite thing in a sex party once the action gets a little quiet is to find another bottom or whoever has a yummy ass and just go to town for 20-30 minutes. If he’s loaded… 💦🤤🐽 even better.

Matthew Rush was my friends porn name. I am sure he is probably out of the business by now.

That's just one of the issues Tops need to learn. There are too many guys that think that just because they Top, they don't need to hone their skills, and just hammer away. I'm all for a Top learning/making certain techniques "his own", but just banging away at a hole doesn't begin to cut the mustard. Topping is a "skill", and we're not born with it. We Tops may be born "to it", but we need to learn our skills just as we expect bottoms to learn theirs. And, just banging away, without a shred of finesse, is amateurish at best. That old saying "make love, not war" (from the Nam days), applies equally, and across the board. I want a bottom that knows his craft, and expects the same from his Tops.

^ This. Perfectly said, bareback-flipflop. Eating a good-lookin hairy hole that's been busy taking loads (hairy holes help keep the loads from dripping out) is simply the most "haute" of all sexual cuisines for me. There's not much I won't do, but my veryveryvery favorite is eating/breeding an already well-bred hole.

When Cumunion was getting started at the Steamworks in Berkeley Damon Dog was there to promote videos that were being offered. He was so sweet and found me chilling in the sling, stepping up fingered my ass then slid his cock deep inside fucking me rough, blew his load deep then offered up my cummy ass for another stud, starting a train on my hole, ended up taking at least a dozen loads thanks to Damon

hmmm when i was young and closeted my options were very limited and therefore i often felt i'd slummed it a bit. ABS don't always carry the porn star hunks you dream about being gay w lol after i came out the world seemed my oyster so i could afford to curate my sex life. but ive always valued performance over looks and would often hook up w "butterfaces" because id rather enjoy sex than impress my friend w the handsomeness of my conquests. by 35 i'd low key developed a sex addiction so it did seem i was being less choosy but it was more about needing a fix than enjoying sex. once i got divorced after a very long monogamous relationship i was much older and therefore had to lower my standards per see but i adjusted by leaning in and exploring my sub bottom cumdump side. if you havnt been bred blindfolded by an unseen unknown stranger yet, i highly recommend it. 😈

I love to eat out a guys ass. I could spend hours getting my tongue 👅 up a hole. Heaven!

So, when I initially became sexually active I was topping 99% of the time. Never had a problem getting a dude to take my dick raw (meaning that if he had a problem with barebacking then I just stealthed him). I wasn’t wearing a bag. It was that simple. Then some years later I wanted to bottom more. Today, with PrEP, I’m 99% bottom. And I want it raw. In fact, I want to be used the way I used my bottoms (for my pleasure). It’s amazing how difficult it is to find men who can do what I did quite easily and naturally as a top! Even though I’m not super hung (and my dad belly has made me lose an inch!) I am pretty thick and wide. I still have guys bending over for me but I’m not into it much anymore. Why? I suspect I am trying to recreate my first fuck - when I was 15 and he was older. It hurt like fucking hell. The dick on that man was not small! But I remember shitting out an enormous amount of cum as the Man showered. There is no way he didn’t get a dick full of shit. I was a small kid! I want to be taken that way again so badly that I’m making plans to apply to the Rough Stock Round Up in Vermont (and if that fails I may head to Europe for HorseMarket!)

Part 7 (sorry for the delay, life got in the way for a while): So, there I was, awake, a little drunk, and very horny, laying in bed next to my boyfriend who'd just fucked me with a condom. I had 2 loads of cum inside me from Chad and Greg, so that means I'd been fucked by 3 different guys this evening and I still hadn't cum myself. My balls were aching. Nate was dead to the world and snoring. Nothing short of a tornado would wake him up at this point. I knew Chad was just down the hall, with a great dick and a preference for bareback sex. I could just jerk off in bed next to a sleeping Nate. I shouldn't get out of bed, naked, and wander down the hall to see if Chad's still awake. After all, Nate and I were in a relationship and we were monogamous with each other. So, with all that in mind, I'm sure you can guess what I did. I have no self control when I'm horny. I found myself wandering down the hall, walking quietly to reduce the risk of waking Nate. I was naked, and I was hard. My ass was well-lubed. I gently opened the door to Chad's room. I wanted to be careful because I didn't want to wake him up if he was already asleep. I needn't have worried. He was sitting up in bed, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up at me and said "come in, what can I do for you?" I replied that I was just checking him to see if he was asleep and if not, if he needed anything. He asked me if I always check on guests while I'm naked and hard, and then told me to tell him why I was really there. "I'm horny, my balls are about to explode, I've been fucked this evening and I haven't cum yet. I need to cum" Chad: "What do you want from me? Can't you ride your boyfriend's dick?" Me: "He fucked me, came quickly, and fell asleep. He's snoring now" Chad: "Did he wear a condom when he fucked you?" Me: "Yes, as usual. He always does" Chad: "Did he cum in the condom, or pull it off to shoot over you?" Me: "He always cums in the condom" Chad: "What do you want me to do?" Me: "I need you to fuck me again, please. I need a cock in my ass to help me cum. I'm so fucking horny" Chad: "Where's the condom that Nate shot his load into?" Me: "It's in the bathroom, probably in the trash can" Chad: "Go get it and bring it back to me" I left Chad and went back to the bathroom. I stopped in the hall to listen for Nate's snoring, and sure enough, it was still going. I went into the bathroom and found the used condom. Chad had wrapped it in toilet paper, of course, so I had to unwrap that to find it. I took it back to Chad as though I'd found a prize. I wasn't sure why he wanted to see it. Maybe he wanted to see how much cum Nate produces? Or did he just want proof that Nate had fucked me with a barrier of latex between us, while Chad got to enjoy skin on skin action? I returned to Chad's room and found him standing in the doorway, wearing exactly what I was wearing. Nothing but an erection. Chad is a sexy fucker, probably better looking than Nate, and he has a bigger and thicker cock. I handed him the used condom and he ushered me inside. I reached for the door to close it, but he told me not to touch it, that we needed to leave it open. He guided me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and I could feel his dick touching my hole. I needed it inside me. Now. I tried to slide back onto it, but he held me in place, teasing me. I glanced at the open door and Chad saw me. He said that if I wanted his cock inside me again, I had to follow his rules. Rule one was that the door stays open. Rule two was that if Nate woke up and came looking for me, Chad would just continue fucking and only pull out once he'd cum. Could I agree to his rules? I was drunk, very horny, my balls were full, and I needed this. I was also pretty certain that Nate wouldn't wake up. Of course I agreed. I probably would have agreed to anything at that point. Chad grabbed the used condom, untied it, and tipped it up so that Nate's cum dribbled out over Chad's dick. Chad then pushed his cock inside me. I was already lubed from Chad's load earlier, Greg's load at the park near the station, and the lube that I used when Nate fucked me, and now Nate's cum was being added as lube. This was so fucking hot. I was finally getting Nate's load inside me, something I'd wanted for a long time. Obviously it would have been better if it had been dumped inside me directly from Nate's tool, but this was good too. Chad started fucking me, long strokes in and out. He wasn't in a hurry to cum. I was close to the edge, and I think he could tell. I went to jerk myself off, and he brushed my hand aside, telling me to wait my turn. I enjoy a long slow fuck as much as the next guy, but in this situation, I was hornier than I ever remembered being, and I was also concerned about Nate waking up and finding me with his best friend's bare cock deep inside me. I tried to move Chad along, but he was in control. I said "Please, I need to cum" Chad: "You'll get to cum soon enough, let's just enjoy the fuck first. Your hole is so smooth and silky with so much cum inside you. I'm going to have to fuck you again sometime with you pre-loaded" Me: "Fuck that sounds hot, yes, you can fuck me again" Chad: "Pre-loaded?" Me: "Yes, whatever you want. Please, I just need to cum" Chad: "Does my cock feel good inside you?" Me: "Your cock feels awesome inside me. It's hitting all the right places" Chad took my ankles off his shoulders and somehow in one movement, rolled us over so that he was on his back and I was riding him. Chad: "Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me explode inside you" I rode him like my life depended on it, like I was a jockey on the winning horse. I was in ecstasy. This is what I needed. I started jerking myself off Chad was getting close too. Chad: "Fuck yeah, keep that up and you'll get another load inside you" With a roar (had he forgotten that the bedroom door was still open?), Chad thrust up into me and delivered another load of man juice to my colon, a fresh delivery. Feeling his cock spasm inside me gave my prostate the extra massage it needed and with a loud grunt, I released my pent-up load all over Chad. It went everywhere, on his chest, on his face, some directly into his open mouth, I saw some land in his hair, and on the headboard behind him. Chad later said that it felt like I was trying to amputate his penis because my ass muscles tightened and gripped him so hard. I don't remember ever coming that much before or ever having an orgasm that strong before. I stayed in place, sitting on Chad with his slowly deflated cock trapped inside me, while we both caught our breath. Especially me. I think I forgot to breathe for a few moments and had to remember how to do it again. I slowly climbed off and looked at Chad. He needed some serious clean up. He said that he'd take a shower, and if Nate heard, he'd just say that he had trouble sleeping and thought a shower would relax him. We both left Chad's room, both naked. I was no longer painfully erect, and my ass had collected another load of cum. 4 loads from 3 different guys tonight, not bad for someone in a monogamous relationship with a condom-obsessed partner. Chad was also no longer erect, but he was wearing a lot of evidence of my non-monogamy. I snuck into the bedroom. Nate was no longer snoring, but was still asleep. I think he must have rolled onto his side at some point. I gently crawled into bed and fell asleep, faintly aware that someone's cum was slowly oozing out of me. That was such a risky fuck, with Nate in the same house. I got away with it this time, but I really couldn't let that happen again.

As a top, when my boy is doggy, he doesn't need to move much. Let me grip your hips and pound you as i wish. Sure you can move a bit, but let me in charge of the fucking When i'm laying on my back, then you could ride me and move on my dick as u wish.

Chapter 3 —— Josh ——- God why am I so warm!! I went to throw the light cover I slept with off me when I realized it was already gone. What was making me so warm was my brother wrapped around me like and octopus. He put off heat like a furnace. While I was warm it felt nice to have him wrapped around me. I wasn’t big on sleepovers and hadn’t let a guy do it in a while. But with Sam it felt good. Then he moved to get a little closer in his sleep and I felt a very large cock come to rest on my lower back and ass. I could tell it was heavy and long. I swore it also felt like it was just a little wet at the tip with precum, but that may have been wishful thinking. I stayed still trying not to wake him. I was tipsy when we went to bed last night and I remember now that we both decided to sleep naked. Thinking with a clear head now that may not have been the best idea. My crush on him is even bigger now that I have felt his big fat uncut cock laying against my ass. I started to harden thinking about what it might feel like to have him in my ass. Stretching my hole open. It’s been a very long time since I bottomed but my hole twitched at the idea of Sam in it balls deep and flooding me with his cum. I had to get out of this bed before I did something to my straight brother that I’d regret. I managed to slip out of the bed without him waking up. We have both always been very deep sleepers thankfully. After extracting myself from the bed I went to the bathroom to pee. It was still early, about 6:30. So after I finished I decided to go to the gym we had in the building for my workout while Sam slept. I got dressed and left a note on the bedside stand to let Sam know where I was. The trip down to the gym wasn’t long. It was always empty this time of day. I started with stretches and a jog on the treadmill to warm up. It was chest and abs day. I worked through my reps using various machines and weights. I worked up a good sweat over the 45 minutes it took me to complete my workout. I moved back to the treadmill to finish with my cardio. I usually ran around 2.5 miles in the 20 minutes. This morning I used my sexual desire for my naked hung hot brother in my bed to push my self and made it 3 miles in just under 21 minutes. It was around 8:15 am when I stepped off the treadmill drenched in sweat. It was still too early for anyone to be in the gym since it was a Sunday. I decided to indulge in one of my kinks, public nudity, by going to the sauna and stripping naked. I liked to end my workouts with a good sauna session. I love it even more when I could do it naked. As soon as I closed the door behind me I stripped naked. I laid my shorts on the bench and sit on them and laid my jock and shirt beside me. I had my head back and was enjoying the sweat and freedom when I heard the door open and close. I decided it was best to pretend I was asleep that way if the person was embarrassed or shocked by my nudity they could just leave. If they stayed I figured they’d potentially be up for some fun. After about two minutes without hearing the door open again I decided to open one eye and peak at who had come in. A hot guy wearing only workout shorts who looked to be in his mid 20s was sitting across from me. He looked to be of Latin descent, had nice light brown skin, his hair was a dark brown or black and had it on his head, his pits, and just a small patch on his chest. He looked to be average height and fit from what I could tell in the low light. One thing for sure was he was sexy and from the way he was staring at my crotch he was definitely interested. I decided to test just how interested he was. I kept up my cover of being asleep and just moved a bit while my hand slipped from my thigh and landed beside my soft cock and balls. That contact was just enough to get my cock to start growing. It slowly filled and hardened till it got to 7.5 inches and full thickness. My foreskin slipped back and relieved my nice fat mushroom head. I heard my new companion almost whimper when the head became fully visible. “If you want it that bad get over here and suck it baby.” I said with my eyes still closed. “Ummm… I don’t umm… I am not…. ummm” he stammered. “Fuck it.” I heard what sounded like the removal of shorts followed by warm breath on my dick. Then a strong grasp around my cock as his tongue made contact with the head of my cock. He slowly ran it around the edges of my head where it meet the shaft as one of his hands continued to grip my cock and the other started to play with my balls. The attention made my dick stand rock hard and I started to leak precum. He moaned as his tongue swiped over my cock head and tasted my charged seed. He then took my head in his mouth and started to work his way down to the base. He slowly got my cock deeper into his warm wet mouth. He started to really go to town as he purposely gag himself on my dick. Forcing it as far as he could then holding it there till he couldn’t hold his breath any longer at which point he’d pull up to the tip and take a breath. He’d then repeat it again going deeper. He never got to the last 1/4 of it down his throat (very few have ever taken it balls deep) but he sure did try. I pulled him up to me and positioned him so that he was sitting on my lap facing me and took the back of his head into my hand as I kissed him. He was reluctant at first but then melted into it and opened his mouth so I could slip my tongue in and make out with him. He moaned as my hand ran over his body as we made out. I moved my hand down to his ass and massaged and squeezed his cheeks. He then adjusted himself so I could reach further down and open his crack. When my finger hit his hole he moaned deeper into my mouth. I took that as a green light and used the sweat I had built up on my hands as lube to slip one finger into his hole. I went slow because I could tell from how tight he was his hole wasn’t used regularly. I did this for a about a minute before I lifted him and then turned us around and bent him over the bench so his knees were in the lower bench and his chest and head over the upper bench were my sweaty jock was laying. I kneeled down behind him and spread cheeks open. His tight rosebud was perfect. Just a touch of hair. It winked at me as I blew on it. He moaned loudly when my tongue touched it and continued to moan as I ate his hot sweaty hole. I made sure to get it good and wet so I could easily slip my fat uncut poz cock into him bare. His hole opened even more as I began alternating eating and fingering him. I soon got up to 3 fingers I knew he was ready. I stood up and spit on my dick. Then jerked it to coat myself with the spit and poz precum I’d been leaking the whole time I’d been playing with his hole. I lined my cock head up with his hole as I bent over and started kissing the back of his neck. I also reached a hand around and wrapped it around his 6.5 in uncut cock. I slowly applied increasing pressure to his hole till my fat cock head popped in. He moaned and whimpered at the same time from the pain and pleasure. I gave it a few seconds before I moved. Then I slowly inched myself deeper into his extremely tight hole. I had to hold back my load on a couple occasion as I was doing this. His hole was so warm and tight (and he was squeezing this his hole) it was almost to much. Once I knew he was open I began to pick up the pace. Fucking deeper, harder, and faster. We were both moaning and grunting. He began to meet my strokes with his ass making that hot slapping noise every time I went balls deep. Our sweaty bodies against each other as my poz dick leaked huge amounts of charged precum into his hole. After only a few minutes I felt his cock flex in my hand right before he shot a huge load all over the bench. His hole tightened even more around my dick sending me over the edge. With one final downstroke I filled him full of my poz babies. Flooding his ass with highly viral toxic cum balls deep!!! I rested on his back for a few moments before I slipped my now half hard cock from his hole. I slapped him on the ass as I collected my clothes. “You know how to suck and got a great ass boy!” Was all I said before I left the sauna with my clothes in my hand. In the gym area I used my shirt to clean the cum off my cock and then put on my shorts. I rode the elevator up to my apartment in just my shoes and shirt. When I got to my room Sam was still sleeping but now he was spread out over the bed on his back uncovered. His massive 9 inch hard cock standing rigidly in the air. I went straight to the bathroom to avoid the temptation to take him in my throat. I stripped leaving my clothes on the floor and got into the shower. I took a good long shower and washed the sweat and cum off me. I wondered who I had just fucked and probably pozzed up. I hadn’t seen him before and had no clue who he was but I hope I had a chance to fuck that sweat hole again. As I got out and was drying off Sam walked groggily into the bathroom and over to the toilet. He was still half hard as he aimed his cock at the bowl and let rip a strong stream. He looked over his shoulder at me and did the universal nod. “Good morning Sammy. I am going to make some coffee and an omelette. Would you like one” I asked as I hung my towel on the rack. “Yea, one with just cheese please Joshie” he replied with a shit eating grin knowing that nickname irritated me. I walked over behind him, my naked body just inches from him, as I looked over his shoulder. “Ok, one cheese omelette and coffee coming up. Remember don’t shake that monster more than twice or you are playing with it little bro.” I slapped his ass making him jump and his stream jump out of the bowl for a second before he corrected it. He gave me a dirty look as I smiled mischievously walking out of the bathroom. I put on some boxer-trunks to cook in before leaving the bedroom. As I gathered the ingredients I heard the shower turn on in my bathroom and wondered lustfully what shower sex with Sam would be like as I prepared our breakfast. ————————— I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More to come!!! Thank you for the support and feedback!

and it just keeps getting worse ... Today, the major media is reporting that our "president" is after ... wait for it .... GREENLAND !!!! That landmass has "belonged" to Denmark ever since the Age of the Vikings (check out the Kalmar Union for a more detailed explanation). After seizing an oil tanker heading to (apparently) Russia, the arrogation of "standing world order" is not merely undermined, it is "in-you-face" threatened, with implications for NATO, Russia, China, and beyond. The implications are world-wide, and threaten realignment on a world-wide scale. There is, apparently, no depth of depravity the leaders of the US will not stoop to.

Watching a guys legs curl when I eat his ass out good will make me hard like no other. Especially if he's REALLY enjoying it and hits poppers to zone out. There used to be a 40yo 6'2 ginger cumdump 0.5 mi from me that would unlock his door some nights and take local loads. I loved visiting him halfway through or toward the end of his session to make out with his used hole and taste all the sperm leaking out. He was usually on his knees face down in a pillow, but he knew when I was there making love to his ass with my tongue and would flip onto his back, eventually wrapping his massive legs around my torso and making out with me while I seeded him, tasting the sperm on my tongue from his drippy bussy.

3 way with Vivian Vance? 🤣

Got lucky twice during my teenage years, with European porn actors Jan Losch and Peto Coast. Jan was very sweet and charming, but totally uninhibited between the sheets. God, I was still so naive and inexperienced. But he was very patient and taught me a trick or two... Met Peto later the same year. He was working as a DJ at that time. Probably before his porn career took off, but he was already famous for his huge dick and impressive stamina. God, I was so sore afterwards. Thought my poor boyhole would never close up again...

I am one lucky bitch, indeed.

An ass-eating 69 followed by deep kissing is one of my favorite sex acts. It's so primal and [banned word], but so sensual. Being able to taste both your partner's hole and your own at the same time is next-dimension for me. And the spit on the holes makes for perfect lube for the butt-fucking that inevitably follows.

On Stephanie Ruhle (MS Now), Michael McFaul just said, “Sure Venezuelans popped champagne when Maduro was deposed. They are not celebrating Trump’s US control or his plan to take the oil.” (paraphrased)

And I understand their POV. And all those people are happy with kidnapping. Many Ukrainians were happy with Putin’s invasion, too. Nevertheless, Trump’s action was domestically and internationally illegal. His boat attacks are war crimes. I can’t get worked up about the kidnapping comment. Most MAGAs have said much worse about Biden and Hillary.

Maybe one day, I’ll remember to start proofreading before posting. Today is not that day. 🤷‍♂️

GAME ON (part VIII) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ali: Iranian Cub mare. Ashley’s thoughts: Fuck, fuck, fuck! I think the other two got bred closer to the stroke of midnight. At least I’m pretty sure I took the one poz load in this fiasco. Much as I don’t want to get pozed, if I do, I’ve got a fat bank account. It’s a fuckin good thing that I love that weasel boyfriend Ben! Felix’s thoughts: Fuckin A! I’m pretty sure I got bred closest to the stroke of midnight. I took so many loads I’m pretty sure I won that contest. I took so many loads’ chances are high I took the charged load, and my ass is so torn up if I did, I’m bound to be knocked up. Now I just need to convert within two weeks and then I get the sweet $20,000. I can get housing of my own and even open a bank account. Fuck yeah! Alejandro’s thoughts: Holy funking shit, what a fucking close call. I was afraid that Iranian cub would never finish in the Iranian mare. A competition like this was no time to take so long making love to your twin! But my raw cock got into the Iranian mare in time. I’m sure we hit the bull’s eye of the stroke of midnight. I don’t think he has any idea I gave him the charged load. I can’t wait to see his face when the truth is revealed. He better fucking convert before the deadline. The 1% would be awesome, but I fucking want to be ushered into the porn industry. That would make all the frustration of holding off tonight so worthwhile. Please. Please, let him be knocked up!!! Ali’s thoughts: ‘Allah, how could I have known what pleasure you had in store for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you … may Allah always be praised’. I was so consumed with uttering this prayer that I didn’t notice my judge holding up his hand for the MC. The MC’s words astonished me, “It looks like we might have a tie for breeding closest to the stroke of midnight. Judges for mares 2 and 3 have their hands up. All three judges were down close to capture the exact moment the breeding started. They’ve texted me their times. Yes guys! This was a close one! Mare three began to be bred at 15 seconds after the start of the bells tolling midnight. Unbelievable as it might seem mare two, Ali is the winner, his stallion started breeding him at the exact moment the bells started, right on the stroke of midnight. Amazing! Wait a minute, this is beyond our wildest hopes and dreams. Watch Ali’s judge.” My judge pulled his shirt over his head, knelt in front of my last breeder stallion and began to suck his cock. While doing so he rubbed above the stallion’s cock with his shirt. Someone produced a spray bottle to assist with the rubbing of the shirt. Cock removed from the judges mouth the stallion turned to the audience and there was a great gasp. The stallion then turned to me and I saw the biohazard tattoo in the shortly trimmed bush over his cock. I still didn’t understand what all the fuss was about until the MC spoke again. “Ali has received the one toxic HIV charged load. If he converts, is knocked up, before the competition timeline he will win the $20,000 prize. Furthermore, his breeding stallion, Alejandro, will get 1% of the profits from the sales of the video we are recording tonight. And we can all be assured this video is going to sell like hot cakes, Alejandro could be looking at a massive take! We will all be waiting on pins and needles with these two men for the next few weeks. Let us assure you we will monitor Ali daily to make sure he has not been bred by any other man until his possible conversion, we need to be sure it is Alejandro that knocked him up. That Ali started this competition as a virgin, and that all the other loads painting his guts were verified negative or undetectable will give us more assurance than ever. This is amazing guys!” (The crowd broke into ruckus applause and cheering before the MC continued) “Quiet everyone, quiet down. I’ve just received the final load count for each of our mares from the judges. Ashley was fucked by 8 guys and bred 6 loads. (polite clapping) Felix was fucked by 14 guys a total of 18 times, and bred an amazing 17 loads! (Much more vigorous clapping and cheering.) Looks like Ali has cleaned up here tonight guys; our virgin was fuck by all 15 guys, a total of 20 times. Clearly, he is a virgin no more. He finishes before midnight with 20 confirmed loads bred into his ass. (The crowd went wild! Only when the cacophony died down did the MC continue.) “So that’s it folks, Ali takes home $500 for being bred on the stroke of midnight, $5000 for taking the most loads! If he converts to poz in the next two weeks he get’s an additional $20,000. (Wild cheering and applause!) Alejandro takes home the $1000 prize for breeding on the stroke of midnight and a chance to get 1% of video sales if indeed he has knocked Ali up. Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion folks. Anyone that doesn’t want to take a chance on getting bred tonight, or bred again, has five minutes to clear the building. The next bell you here, the no holes bared bareback orgy begins.” I was in shock, but clear enough to know I had to get out, and fast!

Yes William Frawley

I love to walk out of a booth into a crowded XXX bookstore with cum on my face / in my beard. It's even better to walk thru a packed bar that way. I get off on the humiliation. And it's a good way of advertising what I am.

It started sometime in 2008. I had always been a barebacker, hating condoms from the first time I used one. Something about the latex just didn't feel right, whether I was fucking or being fucked. Mostly being fucked. I was and still am a bottom. I sometimes topped, but only if the conditions were right and I was really in the mood. In early 2008, I met my boyfriend. I had convinced myself, after yet another STD scare, that I was going to be a good boy, use protection, and try to find a boyfriend rather than cruising dark beats and going home with cum in my ass from someone whose name I didn't even know. Outside of the bedroom, my boyfriend and I were a great match. We liked the same kind of movies, similar sense of humour, and all the rest. However, inside the bedroom I was bored out of my mind. Even after we'd been together a few months, he refused to fuck me without throwing a raincoat over his dick. He was not open to negotiation, and wouldn't give in to my "just this once" pleas, or "it's my birthday". He'd heard too many stories of people doing that and regretting it. So, I tried to get used to my new life as a condom user in a monogamous relationship. Then, I slipped up. I was walking from work to the bus stop one day and I went past a well-known beat in my city. I remembered the good old days when I used to visit at least two or three times a week. I told myself that they were just memories and I wasn't allowed to go inside, and that I needed to go to the bus stop and go home. I was still telling myself this as I walked into the public toilet block. Then I told myself I'd just look around for old times' sake. I would just see who was around, maybe watch for a bit, and then leave with my monogamy intact. But it's a public toilet, so it's weird if you just stand around watching, so I had to go over to the urinal and get my dick out. My dick that was more than half hard at this stage. I assume it recognised the surroundings and remembered how much fun this place could be. I had only been there a minute or so when i heard footsteps approaching. A guy walked up to the urinal and stood right next to me, and said "I haven't seen you in a while". It was a former regular of mine. Great dick, knew how to use it. He liked fucking me and managed to get his load inside me every time we met. I told him that I was just there to look and that I was monogamous with my boyfriend, so I really shouldn't even be there. He said we could just play with each other then, surely there's no harm in that, and my boyfriend would never know. He grabbed my dick and I took hold of his. Feeling it in my hand reminded me of how much I liked it. He was longer and thicker than my boyfriend and it felt so hot to touch it again. He said that we should move into the bigger cubicle. This toilet block had a large open trough style urinal and 3 cubicles, one of which was larger to accommodate people with mobility issues. It was in the corner and more private. He said that it would be safer in there because we wouldn't be seen, and then no one would know I'd been there. It seemed sensible to me. I didn't want to get caught, and I did want to keep holding and playing with his cock. Once in the cubicle, he whispered in my ear how nice it used to feel when I used to take his cock in my mouth. I said that it would be wrong, and he pointed out that we were in a cubicle together, with our cocks out, and a light bit of sucking isn't really much more anyway. I was horny, and I guess I didn't really need much convincing, so I bent over and sucked his cock. It tasted delicious, his cock feels so good inside my mouth. While I was bent over sucking him, he loosened my belt and lowered my trousers and underwear. I looked at him, and said that I really wouldn't be able to let him fuck me, that would definitely be crossing the line. He said he wouldn't, just that he had better access to my dick and could finger my ass and make me feel good. It did feel good, so I let him do it. I was sucking him, he was wanking me and his fingers were playing with my hole. I hadn't felt this horny or hot in months. He stood me up and turned me around so that he was hugging me. He said he wanted to hold me like that for a bit. He continued playing with my cock, and his cock was pushing against my ass. I said again that we couldn't fuck because that would be cheating. He replied "do you remember how good it felt when I was inside you?" I said "Yes, it was amazing, but I'm not allowed to do it anymore". He said "If you were allowed, would you let my cock in your ass?" "Yes, of course" I replied "So you do want me in there, don't you?" "Yes, but I really shouldn't" With that, he pushed a bit harder and with the combination of sweat, spit, and precum, his cock found its target and he was inside me again. The feeling was indescribable. This is what I'd been missing. A big raw cock thrusting in my hole. I was in heaven. I snapped out of it and said "We can't do this. I'm not allowed, and you're not wearing a condom". He said "I'm only doing what you want me to do. This is what you want, isn't it?" "Yes, but " "No buts. You want this, and I can tell that you need this. I won't tell your boyfriend. We've gone this far now anyway, you're enjoying it and I'm enjoying it. We may as well continue". The pleasure of him fucking me overruled any inhibitions I had at that stage so I let him continue. He continued to fuck me and jerk me off. This was the best sex I'd had in months. All too soon my balls drew up and my cum shot across the cubicle and painted the opposite wall. Moments later, faster thrusts, heavy breaths, and a final grunt told me that he's just painted the inside of my ass. He pulled out, we cleaned up, and left the toilet block. I went to the bus and went home with his load inside me. I felt guilty and promised myself that it was a once-off and I'd never go back to that spot. It was a momentary lapse of judgement and I promised myself that I'd be monogamous again.

I absolutely did read that. I read every word of every comment you’ve made in this thread. I don’t want this to turn hostile - hopefully it doesn’t already feel that way because I enjoy reading your posts. And you tend to support your ideas rationally, and with facts. i Have no idea which thread my *push” comment was made in or why I made it. But at least it made an impression. Back to the kidnapping comment. (And when I asked Venice.ai about your comment, it totally agreed with you.) I agree with the idea that this type of content contributes to the sorry state of current US civil discourse I’m proud to be a member of the “When they go low, we go high!” club. But it’s getting increasingly difficult to stick to my standards. I apologize for saying ”Amen?” to the commenter, I was wrong I’m surprised by the number of my friends who have made comments about Trump such as, “I hope the next shooter has better aim” I don’t laugh but I also don’t condemn - maybe I should. All that being said, I still believe your comment toward the “kidnap” commenter was awfully harsh. But it’s hardly any business of mine. As an unrelated aside, Minneapolis mayor Nathan Frey is on FIRE giving an extemporaneous speech at a presser about the ICE-related shooting that just occurred there Fry should be considered a rising Democratic star. And today’s shooting is major news. I don’t know enough about it to talk about it right now.

I just love the way raw man Pussy feels on this dick tbh . And I don’t care about diseases. All I think about is sex or sexual stuff . And I just love raw sex , feels so much better to me , and the thought of potentially getting a disease or becoming poz makes it sexier . For me at least

10, summer camp councilor

"Star" is relative. But defining that as someone I've seen in a porno, yes. I met a guy online, he came over and we played around. Afterward, we were talking and he mentioned "...when I did porn." Of course I asked and looked it up when he was gone. Couldn't find him online but bought a couple DVDs. When I saw the dicks he was taking I felt pretty inadequate 🤣

You're one lucky bitch for sure 😉 Cole Tucker was so fuckin sexy. Loved how outspoken he was about his HIV-infection even when doing mainstream porn. And not many of us have ever toppled a Member of Parliament... 😋

When I was 11 I was playing a lot with a boy next door. We went to school together, and one day after school he asked me if had cum yet. He told cum is easy to get out when you move your hand back and worth on your penis. So into his house we went. He showed me how it is done. I still remember seeing his little prick shot silky white liquid everywhere. Then it was my turn. I repeated what he had done, and to my shock my kid dick shot a load as well. I went home and repeated it. After that he and I wanked and kissed on regular basis, and he once managed to put his cock in my ass. We were 12 then. However as kids we were we didn't understand to use any lube, not even butter, so we had to stop. We continued our wanking sessions till we were 15. However, few later when I had started my real sex life adult men wanted to fuck me, but everybody used condoms. And I insisted men don't fuck me raw. And I hadn't even heard about such thing as poppers. So I was finally 24 when another dude fucked me raw and loaded my hole. It felt awesome. ...but first sperm in my mouth? I don't remember. I anyhow remember the first time when someone sucked me and swallowed all my cum.

Just licking a guy's ass is nice yum 😋 and hearing him moan

I just love being rimmed! Especially when my top really eats my butt out and gets me well wet with his spit and lube before he starts fucking me.. It also drives me wild if he sucks my sperm out and uses it also as lube.

I had a play with a couple of guys after work at the good cruising park. One dude was fucking me and another guy appeared from between some bushes. The dude, who was fucking me, pulled out and blew his load, a shame, I would have taken it. Then the new guy stuck his cock in and fucked me for a minute and pulled out. I asked him if he was going to cum, but he zipped up and took off. Later on, I pushed out a load, so I guess the second guy just blew real fast, or the first guy shot a couple of spurts in me before he pulled out - ether way I got a load.

With spunk splotches on my dark blue trackie bottoms and travel home on the London Underground trains is just a badge of honour. Well, i think it is. I try to swallow as much as possible but a Top can spray wherever he wants to, right? Marking his territory. 😜

Took Jack Darling one time some years ago. Was a lovely encounter, beautiful big cock, the lightning bolt looks so sexy, and he’s really good. Knows when to be gentle with his powerful girth and when its time to selfishly enjoy your hole for a bit. 🙂 Don’t know if that’s just him or if porn helps foster that experience but definitely was one of the best tops.

my cum, frozen, and waiting to be used...as lube or a tasty snack!!

Part 2 Continued: There I was, bent over with Ginger's amazing tool in my mouth and some random guy's load in my ass. I knew it was wrong, but I was definitely enjoying this experience. Ginger pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned me around. I knew where this was headed but this time I didn't fight it. I didn't even try to say no. Using my spit, Ginger's precum, and the stranger's cum, Ginger slowly slid his thick cock into my willing hole. He went slowly and gently. He knew he was thick and couldn't just ram it in. I still needed to relax and help. His cock wasn't going in easily, but we managed it in the end. Once he was balls deep, Ginger started to really fuck me and I was in heaven. This cock was the thickest I'd had in a long time and it was battering my prostate and sending me into a state of bliss. Of course, in a public beat like that, you can't stay there for a long, slow fuck, so Ginger sped up and seemed to be really trying to destroy my hole. I hoped my boyfriend didn't want to fuck tonight, he wouldn't even touch the sides. I had to brace myself against the wall to help with Ginger's onslaught. The pounding on my prostate sent me over the edge and I shot my load hands free. All over the wall in front of me. My ass tightened as I came and that sent Ginger over the edge too. I could feel his dick pulsing and throbbing inside me. He stopped cumming and stayed deep inside me, both of us panting to catch out breath. His cock softened but it was still thick enough that it never just slipped out. We had to separate and pulling out actually hurt and made me wince. Ginger tidied himself up and left the cubicle. I was still leaning against the wall, pants still around my ankles. Ginger hadn't even bothered to close the door. I heard footsteps approaching and had to act fast to get the door closed and locked before the new guy walked in. I didn't want to be caught in that kind of compromising situation. The new guy must have gone to the urinal because the second cubicle remained empty. I was glad. It gave me a few moments to clean up and get myself in order. I didn't need yet another cock to come through the glory hole. I couldn't. I was supposed to be monogamous. As I left the cubicle, once again vowing that I wouldn't return, I'd be faithful to my boyfriend, I glanced at the urinal and was horrified to see one of my boyfriend's friends standing there, presumably cruising and looking for fun. I rushed out as quickly as I could hoping to escape before he saw me. I think I succeeded. I hoped my naughty secret was safe and I once again berated myself for my actions. I wouldn't do that again. I couldn't do that again. What if the friend had been there earlier? What if he'd been the one to use me through the glory hole? No, I couldn't go back. That was a close call. I'm sure he hadn't seen me. I went home with two loads inside me, one from a stranger with a nice cock and one from a hot ginger with a thick pleasure-giving chunk of man-meat.

Hello "Spermpig", Thank you for sharing YOUR STORY .. always great to read from others WHAT HAPPENED, HOW IT HAPPENED and WHAT THEY LOVE ... but what impressed me most is your statement which I added to my post here ... as I feel exactly the same... WHY are all those bottom-cum-bucket-sluts surprised after intense use when they get the news of their new status? WELL DONE in putting it into words and pointing it out!