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So I'm still working on my other story but his is a shorter little side project that became a brain worm I had to get out. This is likely only going to have three parts. Here is part 1. I Corrupted My Young Husband I stroked my cock as I watched the big hairy muscle bear fucking my boy in our sling. I glanced down at the computer which had the feeds from the two cameras and made sure they were capturing all the action including a close up of the man’s bare cock slamming in and out of my husband’s hole. It was just three years ago that I first met Joey, the straight jock that had enrolled in my Queer Studies class in the spring semester of his senior year. When the class were introducing themselves, he was horribly overcompensating and oversharing, he said he was only taking the class because he needed the last few credits from a humanities class to graduate and that with his schedule and being a varsity wrestler, this was the only class that fit his schedule. By the time he graduated, he had accepted my invite for coffee. I had learned over the semester that the main reason he had not considered himself gay was because he was not attracted to guys his age, nor was he attracted to flamboyant guys, but he had developed an infatuation with me, his professor that was thirty years older. He eventually expressed how he wanted to be in a monogamous relationship, to be devoted to another man, to have that man devoted to him, and to be safe from STI’s. After that meeting, it was two more weeks before I popped his anal cherry. He insisted that I wear a condom and I obliged. He was a hot little muscle stud that was also smart and fun to spend time with. A couple months later he moved in with me and we told each other how we would be exclusive and devoted to each other. What I had not shared with him was that my main sexual kink was that I was a voyeur. I loved nothing more than watching someone getting fucked and bred, live and in person in front of me. Before he moved in I would spend a few nights a month at a bath house in the big city watching guys get fucked. Joey was the most beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity that had ever hit on me. Every time I fucked him, safely with a condom of course, I was fantasizing about this hot stud getting gang-banged by random men, being a free use, no loads refused cum-dump. Now, here we were three years later, living out my fantasy and what also, with some subtle prodding, turned out to be his as well. I just had to nudge him along the path. The first three months, I fucked him occasionally, always wrapped up to ‘be safe’. He trusted me and after us both being monogamous for six months and getting tested together, he agreed that we could fuck bare, but he insisted we also both go on PrEP, ‘just in case’. I agreed. It felt so much better to be inside his young tight hole bare then wearing a rubber, and he agreed. I could tell he enjoyed feeling my bare cock in him and he loved when I came inside him. He would play with his cummy hole afterward as I sucked him off and swallowed his load. Of course this still was not satisfying my deepest desires, and the frequency of our fucking declined over the next few months. Having long repressed his desires, Joey wanted to be fucked constantly and I was not meeting his needs. We had several long heart to heart talks and we agreed that he could go outside our relationship to get that itch in his ass scratched, but we agreed to some conditions, one I insisted on and two he wanted. My condition, which he eagerly accepted was that I would always be present when he was hooking up with guys outside our relationship. This feed right into my voyeur kink. He insisted that I not fuck other guys, which I was fine with as I understood his jealously and his abandonment issues from his absent father. He also promised that anyone fucking him would wear a condom and that I was the only one that would fuck him bare. I humored him on this one, but let him know that I trusted the effectiveness of PrEP. I helped him find older tops that wanted a piece of his hot muscular jock ass. We did the search together and he saw that many tops lost interest when he texted them that he wanted them to wear a condom. Plus after getting fucked by a few tops that did wear condoms, he had admitted, that after getting fucked bare and bred by me, he preferred getting fucked without a condom and having a man’s load inside him. I shared with him the info on PrEP’s effectiveness and eventually he agreed to go ahead and get fucked bare by other neg guys on PrEP. Overtime I shared more info with him about how undetectable equaled untransmittable, and he allowed me to broaden the pool of guys that fucked him while I watched to include poz guys that were undetectable. I introduced him to poz breeding porn, at first just pointing it out to him, and telling him I came across it while doing research about if it was safe to have undetectable guys fuck him. I did notice that he would check it out when I he thought I wasn’t watching him. We had also expended our usual play sessions from him having one guy come over to fuck him, to hosting gangbangs. He really enjoyed being the focus of long pump and dump sessions with multiple guys breeding his hole. We would usually finish the night with mine being the final load that would get dumped in his well used sloppy hole. As the months went on and he kept taking more and more loads, he asked me what would happen if it turned out that PrEP failed and he ended up getting infected. He wanted to know if I would still love him and if I would still want him if that happened. We were talking about it after a day where he had taken at least eight loads. He was on his back as I fucked him. I looked down into his eyes as I started to thrust into him harder, “I’d still love you and I’d still want to watch you getting fucked by other guys. I’d take care of you and make sure stayed healthy. You’re my Boy and will be forever, regardless of your status.” Our schedules were busy so it was a couple weeks before I was able to arrange another pump and dump session for him. This one though I had a little surprise for him to see how he would react, it would be a little test to see if he was willing to go further. On Saturday I had eight guys lined up to come breed my boy as I watched and filmed some of it. I always left it up to the tops if they were okay with me filming or not. I told Joey that the last top of the day was rather concerned about his privacy, so it wouldn’t be filmed and the top also wanted Joey to wear a blindfold. Joey was fine with that, quite a few of the tops liked to fuck him while he was blindfolded, it added a little something extra for them. The day had gone like normal, five of the guys had let me turn the cameras on and record. When it was time for the last top of the day, I turned the cameras off, got the blindfold out and put it on my little hot muscle stud of a husband. I then helped him get into position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Then I went into the living room and fetched the waiting top. He was mid-forties, white guy, slightly balding, decent shape, but with a nice eight inch girthy cock. He looked at me and asked, “You sure you want me to do this? It might fuck with his head more than you think.” “I think I know how he will react and it will be fine, trust me. I know he wants it, but he just isn’t ready to admit to me or maybe even himself yet,” I answered. “Okay, you’re the one that has to live with him if he reacts poorly. If he freaks I’m out the door,” said the man who in our online chats had given his name as Ray. I led him into our playroom. “Damn, he’s even hotter than in the pics you posted,” said Ray as he saw my boy on the bed. “You ready to another load Boy,” he asked as he walked over to the bed, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock as he approached. I closed the door, shutting it a bit to hard so it made noise, “Sorry about that,” I said make sure my Boy still knew I was in the room with him and Ray. Ray didn’t take long to get hard, he stroked his cock with one hand while sticking a finger from his other hand into Joey’s cum filled hole. “Damn, that’s a sloppy hole you have there Boy,” he said as he stroked himself while finger Joey’s asshole. “Thank you, Sir,” purred Joey as he pushed his ass back against the stranger’s finger. “Please fuck me Sir and give me your load,” he begged. I watched Ray fuck my Boy for about ten minutes. I was so fucking turned on, I gently rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. Eventually Ray turned and looked at me, then gave the agreed upon que for when he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me and said, “Hey can I get a some water, I’m parched.” My Boy knew that I had bottles of water in the room in case any of the tops needed a drink. What he didn’t know is that this was a set up. After a brief pause, I replied, “Sorry man, the previous guy took the last one, I’ll go get one from the kitchen.” Ray responded with a grunt of acknowledgment for the Boy’s benefit as he smirked at me. I went to the door and did my best to make as much noise opening it and then closing it as I could. A couple of seconds after I closed the door, but hadn’t actually left the room, Ray shoved Joey down onto the bed and lay on top of him as he continued to fuck him with his thick cock. The stranger brought his head down and whispered in my Boy’s ear, “Damn Boy, it’s a shame you are on PrEP cause I’ve been off my meds for a few months and I have a high viral load. You are one hot cum dump and I’d love to gift you and infect that hot ass of yours.” I don’t know who was more anxious for how Joey would respond, Ray or me. Joey didn’t say anything he just moaned and started thrusting his ass back up to meet Ray’s fucking. “Shit Boy, you are milking my cock like you want that toxic load. You want it don’t you, you want to me infect you? Don’t you?” asked Ray as he started thrusting harder, he was no longer whispering, but as far as Joey knew, they were alone in the room. Joey was moaning like crazy and being more active than he had with any of the previous guys today, thrusting back against Ray and grinding his crotch against the bed as Ray fucked him. “You want this toxic load Boy? You want it in your ass or should I pull out and shoot on your back?” asked Ray as he was getting close to cumming. Joey made a whining moan noise I’d never heard before. Ray was fucking my husband really hard now and Joey was clearing enjoying it. “That’s not good enough Boy, I’m going to pull out and waste this high viral load on your back unless you ask for it.” I knew Joey well enough that I recognized that he was cumming as he yelled out, “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, infect, poz me, breed me.” “Fuck yeah Boy,” said Ray as he reached his own organism from the combination of the dirty poz talk and Joey’s ass clenching his cock as the young muscle shot his own load onto the rubber playsheet covering the bed. I waited a couple seconds before opening the door and pretending to enter the room. “Oh damn, it looks like the missed the climax, but here’s your water,” I said trying my best to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of shooting my own load into my shorts from having watched that all unfold. “Thanks man,” said Ray as he kept up the act. He pulled his spent cock out of Joey and lifted up off the bed. He stood over Joey and slapped his ass, “Good thing you aren’t a girl cause if you were my potent load would definitely knock you up.” Joey did his best to act like this had just been another of the pump and dump encounters, “Thank you for giving my your load Sir.” “Your welcome Boy, I’m just bummed it’s only my load I’m giving you,” replied Ray as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave the room. On his way out, he leaned into me and whispered, “You have to call me if ever wants this for real, I’ll gladly take a med holiday to knock him up.” “Thank you for coming,” I said loudly as I nodded at Ray and gave him a thumbs up. Ray left the room and headed out of the house as I quickly pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of Joey who was still laying on the bed in a state of bliss after his organism. “He was a hot fucker,” I said as I slid my cock into Joey’s cum filled ass. It wasn’t going to take me long to add my own load. “You’ve been taking your PrEP right?” asked Joey, trying to disguise the sudden panic in his voice as he thought I was sliding my bare cock into his hole which had just received a toxic load.

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

Absolutely nothing you described here should make you feel like you caused anything about this guy's reaction. If he was high, he may have just had a reaction because of that. If he wasn't, he may have been approaching some limit in his brain. But you cannot be held responsible for this.

You definitely did nothing wrong. The guy obviously got off on what he saw but then some switch in his brain flipped and he freaked out. Completely normal also but nothing to do with you. He will jerk off to this memory until he goes back and slowly starts to dissemble those brain circuits of guilt that freak him out. As far as as I can tell you are doing gods work 😉.

Or he was just a nervous guy … first time at the baths …. And you (or anyone) touching his cock skin on skin was too much for him I remember when I was a young thing and went to a movie theater for the first time… and after a little while a guy came and sat down next to me and groped my cock I freaked and ran out …. I mean I knew that’s what went on there … that is why I went…. But the reality was too much it was probably at least a year before I went back …. And back …. And ….. So it was not you …, you were playing by the rules …. It was him. …. Maybe in a while you will see him back (maybe on his back…) but you don’t need to worry … if anything you helped his education…

Rick was still behind rubbing my chest and shoulders, once in a while teasing my nipples which still sent shockwaves down to my cock even though I had just cum. His head next to mine whispering in my ear. "Yeah good boy. How did that feel. You came good.", he said "It was amazing. I never felt such a strong orgasm before. What you said about my nipples and perineum was so right. It felt so good", I said He stood up and moved to the side of me. His cock was sticking out at me only a few inches from my face. "Yes and there is so much more I can teach you about your body and giving into your pleasure. I want to make you feel so good." Rick said his lips burshing against my ear. I leaned into his lips. As I turned I saw his huge meat. "Sorry you were so busy helping me you didn't cum yet", I said "Its fine. I wanted to help you experience deep pleasure. Did you really enjoy it?", he asked I nodded, "Yes it was incredible, I am still calming down from the high", i replied. While my cock was not erect it was still a little hard. That normally doesn't happen. "You still look horny my boy", he said looking at my cock and stroking his "Yeah still energized, normally I go soft by now. I don't know why its still hard", I replied Rick then knelt by me. And started to massage my legs and relax me. "Ohhh boy you came a gallon didn't you. We better get you cleaned up. Do you mind if I help?" Rick asked "Sure its all over me" I replied "Do you mind if I taste your cum" he asked I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. He tasted my leak so might as well. I nodded. He took his fingers and scooped it up and placed it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. The way he did it was so sensual and then he swirled it in his mouth to taste it and then swallow. All the while looking me in the eyes. "You taste so good Dan. Here try it", he said while scooping it up and placing it in my mouth like earlier today. He sensually teased my mouth and massaged my mouth and tongue. It waslike my mouth and tongue were having sexy with his finger, so sensual and erotic. I tasted my cum and swallowed. "Tastes good right", he asked with his fingers still teasing my mouth. I nodded. He fingers pulled out and seductively touched my lips. He scooped up more and lightly seductively entered my mouth again this time he instructed me. "Yeah just suck my finger baby, enjoy the flavour of your sweet cum, taste it baby, its sweet nectar, that's it tongue it, suck on my finger. Make my finger feel good baby. Ohhh yeah" he said His words taking control of my mouth and tongue. My tongue flicked his finger tips and swirled around his finger and sucked on it like it was food. I tasted and savored my cum. It did taste good. "Dan, you are so handsome and beautiful " he said staring at me His words were working their magic. His left hand was now massaging my thigh. My cock was hard again. "That's it baby good boy" he said pulling out his finger slowly and swirling my lips. In the moment my lips reached out to suck his finger again, like it was missing his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it again. Holding onto his finger in my mouth. "Yeah you like that don't you" he said smiling at me His finger scooped up more cum and again back in my mouth and was hungry for his finger and my cum. I tongued, licked and sucked on his finger. Again he pulled it out and teased my lips. My lips responded on their own and kissed his finger and my tongue stuck out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah good boy", Rick said teasing me. His hand on my thigh making me feel good. He scooped up more cum from my belly and smeared it on my lips. My mouth tried to reach out for his finger but he pulled it away. "No, just lick it off your lips", he said I did in a hungry sexy way, licking my lips while Rick stared at me "Do you mind if I lick it off of you please? There is so much to clean up" he said smiling "Ughh ok just not my cock" I said "Ok" he replied as he patted my thigh and kept it there. He moved closer to me our bodies touching, his cock now poking my left leg and he leaned over and grabbed my hand holding my hard cock and moved it over off the side. He squeezed my hand as he moved it thereby squeezing my cock. It throbbed and leak some cum. He then started to lick the cum off me. Starting at my groin and pubic area. I shivered as the way he licked up the cum caused a shock of pleasure. Licking and sucking and nibbling the cum out of my pubic hair and slurping so close at the base of my cock. Then he worked up my belly sucking the cum in my belly button. I let out a soft moan. Then up my abs and chest, licking and sucking causing shocks down to my cock. I started to breath harder. Then he started to suck and lick both my nipples that were covered in my cum. Electricity to my now rock hard cock. He kept on my nipples licking them and teasing them even after the cum was all gone. It felt so good I let out a soft moan. He then sucked and pulled gently on my nipples with his teeth. "Aaahhhh", I moaned whipping my head back in both pain and pleasure. He went on teasing my nipples and sucking on them for what seemed like an hour but was only not even a minute. At this point my cock was leaking precum again. He stayed there for a while working them then up my neck licking the cum off the side of my neck and also nibble. I let out another soft slightly high pitch moan. Then the cum on my ear lobe as he sucked it and I melted and let out another moan. My hand on its own started to massage my cock now which was leaking precum again. "Yeah you got cum all over.", Rick said our lips inches away. "Do you mind helping me? I didn't get a chance to cum yet", he said "Sure how can I help", I said. As the words left my mouth I reminded myself he has HIV.

I think you may be on to something. I have a couple of duck buds that have big heavy low hangers and the amount of cum they produce is incredible. It’s always a plus for me. I love cum. Lol

as much as we played together, dad loved being degraded by my uncle whether it was my uncle paying homeless guys to fuck dad or piss on him or having his german shepard knott dad and watching dad to beg for more. My dad loved an audience & seem to love it more if I was there to watch or eat his gaping dripping hole before my uncle plowed him.

Rick walked over my side of the couch and kneeled behind me as I leaned against the couch armrest. "Yeah boy just lean back and enjoy. Listen to your body. Give into your bodies' needs, give into your pleasure. Let your body lead you", he whispered into my ear. His lips brushing lightly against them. I leaned back. I could smell his manly must scent. His hands started at my shoulder and slowly worked down my chest and pecs to my groin. It was more than I asked for but was too into feeling good. His hand brushed my cock in my hand and my cock throbbed. His hand surrounded my hand on my cock and squeezed it as i pumped my own cock. I let out a loud moan as I massaged that knot beneath my balls. His hand left mine and rubbed the tip of my cock and scooped up the precum and placed in at my lips. My body was on autopilot and my tongue reached out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah, your cum tastes so sweet baby doesn' it" Rick said in my ear. He scooped up more and placed it my lips. I nodded. Then his hands went up to my nipples and started to tease, pull, and manipulate them. My eyes rolled back and my head fell off to the side. "Can I kiss you neck please its so beautiful", he asked in my ear I thought about It in clarity. It's only my neck not my lips. I nodded He started to kiss my neck, licking and nibbling. I melted even more. His technique on my nipples was sending me in orbit. The way he teased them with his fingernails was sending shockwaves to my cock. The he would twist and pull them out. Pain would be mixed with pleasure. Once in while I would wince. He would whisper, yes pain and pleasure go well together don't they baby. I couldn't help but just nod. It was all overwhelming, his scent, his touching and manipulating of my body, me jacking off, the porn in the background of this guy getting fucked and moaning, the alcohol, I needed to let cum. "Yeah keep going for Daddy ok. Don't cum yet now.", Rick said I nodded "What I didn't hear you" Rick said Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yes Daddy". I couldn't believe what I just said. Suddenly he stood up behind me and reached down and started playing with my balls while lifting my right leg and placing it on the top of the couch. I was now splayed open. "Yeah just enjoy but don't cum until I tell you too now. Ok?", he said looking down at me "Yes", I said "What?" he said "Yes Daddy", I moaned. I couldn't hold back i need to cum. He went back to my balls and started to massage my perineum. I let out a loud moan. He pushed in hard and circle massaged it. It felt so good." "That's how I do it. Feels good dont it" he said "Oh god yes Daddy", I blurted out. What was i saying i thought. Then he slid his hand over my butt and back down thru my crack. The side of his hand going over my ass hole and then hitting my perineum. I froze when he touched my hole but we just massaged more and I relaxed.

So it’s official. Two decades of bareback sex and taking loads started in January of 2006. I’ve taken raw on a few occasions prior. Mainly in the late 90s am it started once at the fire island nice beach of all places. Then once in a county park and a couple of times with an handsome Asian guy. We bagged it but I let him after the condom broke. No never came in me. Then 2000 I bottomed for a guy who broke the condom and came all over my ass. He said he might have gotten some inside me and btw he was hiv positive and didn’t start ART yet. Yikes! I ended seeing a specialist in NYC and did PEP for a month. In cash. It was super expensive and I was scared beyond belief. I bagged it the next 5 years. With the right top, cock size and lube it was great. But that was rare. It usually hurt like hell or I was paranoid the condom would break. Then I started reading about how barebacking is getting popular and you could sero-sort. The seed was planted. So 2005 comes and I’m having guys tease me before strapping up or have them pull out and blow all over my ass and it was hot. I loved the way it felt. Sometimes I’d just get dressed and not clean up just t soak my clothes for the trip home. Then Jan 2 2026 came along. I thought we were open at work but we were closed. Stupid me went in for nothing. So on the way home I stopped at an adult theater that was open in the morning. There were just me and like 2 other guys. This older guy was rock hard (Viagra) and was after me so we go into a dark corner and he has me blow him. As I’m blowing him he puts me in a headlock of sorts and a bottle of rush under my nose. I fought it at first but then it hit and bam, hooked just like that. Eventually he starts playing with my ass which felt really good from the poppers. So he’s living me up and starting to push in when I realize he’s not wrapped. So right then and there I said fuck it, I’m playing bare. I told him to pull out when he was close. He never came but the damage was done. I’m doing raw now on. So for the next few weeks I do just that. But the anxiety was getting to me. Then in another, much smaller adult, theater I watched this guy that I’ve seen around and jerked off with and blew a little playing with this other guy. He gets the other guy completely nude on the couch and fucks him raw. I never knew he did that so it was hot. When he was ready he said to the bottom “on you or in you?” The bottom said in and he breeded him. By their expressions it was so natural and stress free. The top wake t to use the bathroom while the bottom got dressed. We were the only 3 in the place. I asked him are you worried and he said no. He said the top said he’s neg and eventually it’s going to happen anyway and might as well enjoy it. That stuck with me. Reminds me of that Grateful Dead song. So, bottom leaves and the top comes back in and we make small talk and he’s hard again so blow him a little then drop my pants and get in the couch doggy. He jumps right up and lines me up with his spit and plunges in raw. It was amazing. The poppers and this weight off my shoulders was like gone. He’s getting close and I’m really close. On you or in you he says. I hesitate and he’s ready to blow and I chicken out at the last second and say on so he blows all over my gaping hole. I come instantly. He apologized saying he started to show as I said “on” so I got a little inside. I said no worries since my hole was drenched anyway and next time you don’t have to pull out or ask. I go back the next day at the same time and he’s there. I ask was the place busy and he said not at all and that he was hoping I’d show. We wast no time getting at it and I’m in position again and he’s close and asks again “on or in?” I reply in and never ask again and he bred me. It felt so good, natural and right. I was never going back after that. That late afternoon he bred me 2 more times. He fucked me at least 2 or more times a week for the next year before he found out he had it. I didn’t and still don’t. We still play to this day though the loads are less with age. In fact he was in me last week. I had taken a load from another guy we both knew and he’s like let me stir it up and tear you up. So I’ve been playing raw and being bred ever since. Have I had bagged since? Of course. I’m not turning down a good time and usually they dude leaves the bag and I still get the load. I’m a totally too. My body count could fill up a broadway theater and my load count would be a 2 or 3 night engagement. People say I’m nice looking but I don’t think so. People do say they love breeding my hole and I finally figured out that’s why I’ve been put on this earth. So for the last year I’ve been upping the ante and this year is no exception. At some point soon I’m going to slow down. I also want to breed a little more often and even though I know I’m gay, I started off life straight ish and have been with a few, very few women. I never bred one in the ass though so I hope I could experience that someday. And soon after that just stop. It’s been a good run being a free use cum dump bottom. A lot of good guys I’ve known never got the chance to be to be their true selves or even just be because of hiv. So that’s my story if you hung around this long, thanks for reading this. It’s my validation for now that I did do this and I do exist. If we hooked up on purpose or anonymously thanks for the ride.

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For me it's been 50 years of taking loads. There was an interruption in the early 80's until the 90's when I went back to bareback, sick of condoms and hungry for cum in my hole. This was a common question in the 90's together with "Can I cum inside?" Not all bottoms allowed it and some would get angry. I really liked the enthusiastic reaction of the guy fucking me bareback when I responded "Go deep when you shoot your load".

Roger, you are finding us; just relax and continue to explore BZ and you'll continue to meet the rest of us poz guys.

I do not feel you did anything wrong. In fact you are part of his journey. He will be back. Guaranteed. I am sure if you ask any of the employees of the bath house they will say it is common. My first few times I was uncomfortable and didn’t feel like I was in the right place. I am now the first one to jump in the sling for any and all cummers. Based off what you are telling us… he was probably the most likely to cum back because he stayed the longest.

I absolutely love it when a man is rooting for my eventual ruin

Chapter 6 – All Things Must End Chapters 1 through 5 tell about my friend, Zak, setting up an abduction scene for me. I was blindfolded, stripped, and driven to an unknown location. There, I was thrown into a sling and had my ass expertly worked over. Zak is not ready to fist me while another stud fists Zak. Zak attacked my ass from a standing position so that the hairy guy could have easy access to his hole while he fisted me. He played around with my ass while the guy behind him worked his ass over. I could see how pleased he was to get his hole worked over and heard him grunt as the guy’s fist penetrated his hole. Zak let him work around in his ass before he returned attention to mine. Zak knows how I like it, but he had never played in my ass when it was this open and ready. He usually slides his hand in just past the wrist while twisting around, but my greedy hole swallowed his hand and pulled it into my ass. He looked up at me as his hand slid deeper and deeper into my ass. Obviously, he was also distracted by what was going on in his ass, so I figured I'd use his arm as my fuck toy. I hooked my feet around the uprights of the sling and started to work my body back and forth on his hand. He stood there, feeding me his fist while he was getting his ass worked over by the guy behind him. I stopped my movements, leaving him deep inside me, and reached for the poppers. Zak smiled at me as I uncapped the brown bottle. This time, they weren’t for me but were for him. I leaned down (fuck, that moved his hand thrillingly inside me!) and held one nostril closed while I put the bottle under his nose. One hit in each nostril, then a final snort through his open mouth, and he would be flying. I capped the bottle and laid back in the sling, ready to see Zak go ass crazy. The guy fisting him knew what to do once the poppers hit. He began to really work Zak’s hole. I could see Zak rocking back and forth as the guy delved deep into Zak’s ass. Of course, that movement caused a corresponding movement of the hand Zak had embedded in me. Zak then started to ride the guy’s fist. I could see that guy grinning up at me as Zak moved his body on the guy’s fist and kept working his hand in my ass too. We were all enjoying the ride. I looked over and saw the older guy was fucking the shaved guy while sucking the smooth young guy’s cock. We all had something going on with our cocks, asses, or mouths. This gave me an idea, which I proposed to the others. I wanted to do a fisting circle, where we were all fisting and getting fisted at the same time. It’d require some coordination, but it would be a lot of fun trying even if we didn’t succeed in making it happen. My ass was plugged with a toy, as was Zak’s. No need to waste our gapes. Then we started opening the other guys up. I went for the hairy guy who had been fisting Zak. Hairy asses are a favorite of mine, and I knew I’d enjoy it. The shaved guy told us that he was well opened from the fucking, and he started working over the guy who had been fucking him. That left Zak with the guy in his 30s. We played like this for a while. Poppers were snorted, and asses were opened. I really enjoyed shoving my paw into my guy’s hairy hole. It took some doing to get him opened up, but we made it happen. Once he was ready, I pulled my hand out of him, and we went over to the shaved guy, who was now embedded in the hairy guy’s ass. My guy slid his fist into the shaved guy's after a little bit of work. I guess he really was opened up from the fucking! I went in front of the guy being fisted by the shaved guy. He pulled the plug out of my ass and then slid his hairy hand inside. He had big hands, but they weren’t as big as the earlier guy. Soon, Zak and young guy joined us. At this point, we were fisting in a line. Zak, who was in the front, slid off the fist in him and moved to the back to fist the hairy guy. We played like this until our knees gave out and we all collapsed on the warehouse floor. It was covered in lube and sweat. This was going to be the end of the fun. The guy who owned the place sent us off to his bathroom, where we could shower up. They all got dressed, but my clothes were ruined from the abduction scene, so I rode back to Zak’s naked. He had some clothes there that I could wear home, but we first took a nap together to recover. I woke up when Zak’s cock was in my ass. He gave me a sweet load, then I dressed and drove home. It was an awesome night!

His manipulation of my perineum and his hand sliding over my hole sent me into overdrive, and I could feel his fingernail scrape almost tease my hole. "Ohh Daddy I can't hold off much longer" I said. My body was starting to thrash as i was trying not to cum. "No not yet" he said sternly "Daddy please let me cum I begged. Please babe please , oh Daddy please", I begged "No. Hold", he said What felt like minutes went buy. "Keep jacking off don't stop" , he said I started to slow down as i was so close "Hold" he commanded I was going to scream soon, it was too much. Calmly he leaned back down to my ear and said, "Come now for me boy. Shoot your huge load of cum for your Daddy." My brain paused and thought that was strange choice of words but I was so pent up and didn't care, I just thought I was glad he let me cum. As if the command came from on high, my body instantly reacted and I shot. At first it was small spray that went all over then it hit, spurt after spurt in streams shot high reaching my face. Rick leaned down and took one of the spurts in his mouth. He kept playing with my nipples, pulling them, teasing them, twisting them causing pleasure and light pain. I kept pumping my cock and playing with that knot under my balls. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I shot cum all over my face, chest and stomach. I think it was 8 or more spurts. I slowed down on stroking my cock and stopped rubbing my perineum. More cum just oozed from my cock. I was covered in my cum. It took me a while to calm down.

Rick went on to tell me how he likes to masturbate. He leaned back and faced me on the couch with one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor spreading his legs. He spit on his hand and started to work on now his hard cock. It was huge it looked at least 9 inches and was thick. Precum started to ooze out. I stared at him and his body. He was handsome the more I looked at him. He was a little thin and had a small potbelly. His light moustache make him look more mature. His brown and white hair with a little balding i thought was cute. His nipple rings were interesting. "You like my nipple rings" Rick asked "They look cool. Did they hurt", I asked "It feels like only a pinch. The hassle is having to clean them every day but I think they look hot and feel good when you pull them.", Rick said "Really they feel good when you pull them. I would think they are sore" I asked "Why don't you try" Rick said "Nah", I said "Cmon it wont bleed or anything", Rick egged me on I stood up walked over to him and tugged on one of them. "You can pull harder than that and pull both", he said I reached out and pulled both of them and kept pulling them. Rick let out a moan and started to pump his cock more. "Yeah more dude, help me", Rick said I pulled both of them again and twisted them. He winced and I let go. "Sorry", I said "Don't be sorry that felt good. Sometimes pain is good with pleasure. Do it again.", Rick said. I reached out and started to really play with them. Pulling them, twisting them and started to tease his nipples with my fingers. He leaned back more and started to jerk hard. His cock was now slick with precum. As I was playing with his nipples my hard cock brushed his shoulder and precum leaked on him "Ohhh shit sorry Rick", I said apologetically "Don't worry about, you are helping me he said. I'll grab a taste if you don't mind", he said wiping the precum leak that I left on his shoulder. As he wiped it his hand brushed the tip of my cock and made it throb and leak more. "Hmmmm i hope you are ok with me saying this but you have a beautiful cock. You look ready. Look at you leaking.", he said. As he said that a huge drip was leaking and he reached over right under the tip to catch it with his finger all in slow motion and wiped if off my cock tip. It throbbed again. He then placed his finger in his mouth our eyes locked and licked my leak. "You taste amazing Dan", he said looking at me "Go back and sit down and pump your cock", Rick said placing his hand on my ass giving it a soft squeeze. Our hands brushed as I walked away. I sat opposite of him in the same way and started to pump my cock. We kept our eyes on each other. I would look the TV when I felt uncomfortable. "Yeah look at them fucking and enjoying each other. Look at that bottom take it. Look at how he gives himself to his top." Rick said I did again look at the bottom, he looked in ecstasy and it looked hot in a way. "Here is another thing I like to do when i masturbate. He started to massage his balls and then reached under and took his index finger and started to press and rub under his balls. He started to moan out loud. "Ohhh yeah. Fuck it feels so good", he moaned "Are you sticking your finger in your ass?" I asked "No it's your perineum. It's between your scrotum and your ass hole", Rick said moaning. He was clearly in pleasure as his moaning got louder and more exciting. He kept it up and I just watched him and the TV. I was on the verge and so horny not cumming in days and being brought to the edge several times both by Rick's massaging at the pool and my time with Jane. "You should try it. Start with your nipples and work your perineum. Women do this too you know." Rick said. He was right, Jane like to play with her nipples while I fucked her. I started to work and tease my nipples. It started to send electric feelings down to my cock. The more I played with my nipples the more my cock throbbed. "Yeah someone's nipples look tied to their cock. Mine are like that. Sometimes i just play with my nipples and not with my cock" Rick said I tried it and it felt good. I felt shocks go down to my cock. I started to tease them and started to pull on them a little. It hurt but felt good. I pulled even harder and then teased them. I felt a little pain and lots of pleasure. "Now try your perineum", he said I put my hand back on my cock and stroked and then took my left hand and massaged my balls and then worked to find that spot with my finger. I started and then boom. "Ohhhhhhhh", I moaned as i found it and massaged it." "Yeah feels good doesn't it. Go for it massage it, caress it", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me I kept that up. It felt incredible. It was like my inside was filled with electricity and it transferred to the base of my cock. I haven't felt anything like that before. It was intense. "You want me play with your nips why you stroke and play with you down there?", Rick asked I was feeling so good, the alcohol, not cumming and now feeling this new pleasure, I nodded.

BB porn is great, but often disappoints a little when the top pulls out, unloads on the bottom's hole, and (better) pushes back in and maybe fucks the cum in hard (even better) or gives a few gentle strokes. it's obvious why the producers do it like this (to show that the top has cum), but breeding perfection for me is when my top goes as deep as he can in my ass to dump his load, and stays there till he's finished. if we wants to then fuck it in, great, but I want all of it as deep in my guts as I can get it. If he's big enough and deep enough to get past my second ring, even better. what do other bottoms like best?

There's so many things that I want to say but I don't really know how to use this website and I don't want to get banned or kicked off. So I'm here to ask how do people create or get invited to private forums so that they can talk about and express themselves the way that they really want to. This is something that I really want to be a part of but I just don't know how yet. Is there any advice or tips or tricks to help a poz boy like me truly find his people??

Not my dad but his brother. Started when I was 14 and we fucked on and off for 42 years until he passed away 10 years ago. My dad was as homophobic as was possible. He probably would have killed both me and my uncle if he had ever found out.

It takes time to feel totally comfortable with the forum. Even longer gathering up the courage to comment and share your thoughts. If I am not mistaken, the site is divided into politics, gay life, sex stories and stuff. Take the time to discover…that’s half of the fun.

As I approach 6th conversion anniversary, I present you with my conversion story. My stories are based on true events however, I try to add erotica. In my story while I am running through emotions of my conversion, I am imagining if my negative ass and his positive cock were to come alive........... The seeds of my conversion were laid in a gay bar The gay bar pulses with raw, unfiltered energy, a throbbing den of desire where the night air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and the faint, musky tang of arousal. Bass from the speakers vibrates through the sticky wooden floor, syncing with the rapid heartbeats of the crowd packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Strobe lights cut through the haze like knives, flashing over bare torsos glistening under the dim glow, hips grinding in shameless rhythm on the dance floor. Men of all builds—lean twinks, beefy bears, smooth jocks—press close, hands roaming freely, lips brushing necks, crotches bumping with deliberate intent. It's a place where inhibitions dissolve, where the line between flirtation and fuck blurs into oblivion. I sat at the scarred oak bar, a fit guy in your mid-20s with a slim, athletic frame honed from gym sessions and runs along the beach. My dark brown hair is tousled just right, falling over my forehead in a way that screams approachable yet fuckable. I am dressed to tease: a fitted black shirt that hugs my defined pecs and narrow waist, unbuttoned enough to show a hint of smooth chest. Below, snug jeans cling to my thighs like a second skin, the denim molding over the firm curve of my bubble butt and the subtle bulge of my cock, which twitches occasionally as the club's vibe seeps into me. I've ordered a whiskey neat, the amber liquid burning down my throat as I sip, trying to play it cool. But inside, a storm brews. I've always been the safe one—condoms, regular tests coming back negative. Tonight, though, something feral stirs. The whiskey warms my belly, loosening the knot of caution, whispering temptations of risk, of letting go and getting lost in the heat. My eyes scan the room, drawn to the dance floor where bodies writhe like a living organism. A guy nearby laughs too loud, his hand sliding down his partner's back to squeeze an ass cheek possessively. I shift on the stool, feeling my own hole clench involuntarily, a phantom ache building. The bar's energy is infectious, pulling me in, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I've come here alone, telling myself it's just for a drink, but deep down, I crave connection—raw, unprotected, the kind that leaves marks. Across the crowded space, Jax locks eyes with me. He's in his mid-30s, rugged and commanding, with a build that speaks of hard labor or heavier lifts—broad shoulders straining a sleeveless gray tee, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, a salt-and-pepper beard framing a square jaw. His dark eyes smolder with confidence, scanning the room like a predator selecting prey. When his gaze lands on me, it sticks, raking over my body with blatant hunger. He smirks, the corner of his mouth quirking up, and jerks his head toward the shadowy back corridor—a dim hallway leading to who-knows-where, away from the main throng. My pulse hammers in my ears, louder than the music. My cock stiffens fully now, pressing insistently against the seam of my jeans, a damp spot forming where precum beads at the tip. I hesitate for a beat, glass halfway to your lips, but the pull is magnetic. I down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, the fire spreading through my veins, and slide off the stool. Weaving through the press of hot, sweat-slicked bodies feels like wading into a sea of temptation. A hand brushes my ass accidentally—or not—as I pass, sending a jolt straight to my groin. The air grows thicker, charged with pheromones, every inhale filling my lungs with the promise of sex. Jax waits at the corridor's mouth, leaning against the wall with casual dominance, his muscular legs spread wide, crotch outlined prominently in his faded cargos. He doesn't speak, just nods once, and I follow, heart thudding as the club's roar fades behind me. The hallway swallows me whole, the noise muffling to a distant thump, replaced by the echo of my footsteps and ragged breaths. Graffiti scars the brick walls—crude drawings of cocks and asses, scrawled messages urging 'Fuck raw' and 'Breed me'. Dim bulbs flicker overhead, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. Jax doesn't waste time. He spins me around, slamming my back against the cool, rough brick. His body pins mine, solid and unyielding, heat radiating from his skin like a furnace. I can smell him now—clean sweat mixed with cologne and something earthier, masculine. His crotch grinds into my hip, the hard ridge of his erection unmistakable, thick and insistent. "That ass," he growls low, lips grazing my ear, breath hot and laced with beer. "Been teasing me all night, swaying like it wants to be owned." His hands are everywhere—fingers digging into my hips, yanking me closer, one palm sliding up under my shirt to thumb a nipple. I gasp, arching into him, my own hands fumbling at his chest, feeling the hard slabs of muscle beneath. The danger thrills me; I overheard him earlier at the bar, bragging to a friend about his status—positive, on a medical break and hence potent in reality. It should scare me, but instead, it ignites a dark fire, making my hole twitch with forbidden need. Jax's mouth crashes onto mine, a bruising kiss all tongue and teeth, devouring me like he's starved. I kiss back hungrily, tasting salt and smoke, my cock throbbing painfully confined. His fingers hook into my belt loops, tugging my jeans down with rough efficiency. The zipper rasps, fabric pooling at my ankles along with my skimpy briefs. Cool air hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps, my erection springing free—seven inches of rigid flesh, curving upward, the head flushed and slick with precum. But Jax's eyes drop lower, to the prize: my plump cheeks framing a tight, pink pucker, the rim smooth and virginal in its untouched tightness, clenching shyly under his stare. He steps back just enough to free himself, shoving down his zipper with a metallic snick. His cock emerges like a weapon, a girthy nine-incher, the shaft thick as my wrist, ridged with bulging veins that pulse with his heartbeat. The mushroom head is a deep purple, swollen and weeping a steady stream of clear fluid, balls heavy and low-hanging below a nest of dark hair. It bobs aggressively, pointing at me like an accusation, the slit oozing more precum in invitation. I know what it carries—the virus, humming in his blood, ready to rewrite me. My knees weaken, ass cheeks flexing as if already feeling the invasion. Jax pulls a small brown bottle from his pocket, the label worn but unmistakable: poppers. He unscrews the cap with a grin that's all teeth and promise. "These are gonna make it good," he murmurs, voice a gravelly command. "Open you up wide, turn that tight ring into a hungry hole. Inhale when I tell you—deep hits, let it rush through you." He takes a snort first, eyes half-closing as the chemical high hits, his cock jerking visibly. Then he holds it under my nose. The sharp, vinegary scent invades my senses; I huff deeply, the vapors exploding in my brain like fireworks. My body melts, muscles loosening, blood rushing south as my rim softens, blooming slightly in readiness. In this fevered haze, the world narrows to the intimate space between our bodies. Reality bends, and my ass and his cock come alive—not in flesh, but in sultry, internal whispers that echo in my mind like a private duet, raw and intimate, heightening every sensation. They face off, his tip hovering inches from my entrance, tracing teasing circles on my inner thighs, building the tension to unbearable levels. HIS COCK (Jax's massive shaft, a deep, resonant baritone that rumbles through my core, the length flexing with each syllable, veins standing out as it inches closer, a fat drop of precum dangling from the slit): Look at you, tight little mancunt, all puckered and pink, clenching like you've been waiting for me your whole life. I've been trapped in these pants all night, watching that bubble butt grind against the bar stool, calling to me. Feel how hard I am? Throbbing, veins full of blood and more—I'm positive, loaded with my special gift, the kind that flips boys like you from safe and empty to wild and owned. Let me seduce you into it. Imagine my head pushing past that ring, bare and hot, stretching you wide till you're gasping. No rubber, just skin on skin, my precum leaking in first to tease what's coming. Then the flood—thick ropes of cum blasting deep, converting every cell, making you crave this rush forever. What's holding you back? That negative status? It's boring. Let me change you, make you mine. MY ASS (my eager hole, a breathy, vulnerable tenor that quivers from the cheeks, the rim fluttering shyly toward the approaching heat, inner walls tingling with nerves): Oh god, you're so close... I can feel the warmth radiating off you, that drip from your tip almost touching me. I've been negative forever, clenched tight against anything that could change me. Guys poke and prod, but I stay safe, locked up. But tonight... you're different. Huge, veined, pressing like you own the air between us. Why me? What makes you think I want your conversion? HIS COCK (nuzzling closer now, the broad head brushing my perineum, smearing a warm trail of slickness upward, voice dropping to a seductive purr, the shaft bobbing with restrained power): Because I see it in you—the way your cheeks tense when eyes linger, how your hole winks when you think no one's watching. Conversion? It's pure fire. I'll start slow, my crown dimpling that virgin ring, popping in with a burn that turns to bliss. Inch by veiny inch, I'll claim those velvet walls, dragging friction that lights up your nerves. You'll feel me pulse inside, leaking more precum to lube the way, priming you for the real change. But first, poppers—essential for this. They drop your defenses, make your muscles go slack so I can slide deep without fight. Jax is holding the bottle; snort now, deep and long. Let it hit you, melt that resistance. I snatch the vial from Jax's hand, pressing it to my nostril and inhaling sharply. The rush crashes over me like a wave—dizzying, euphoric, my vision spotting as heat floods my body. My ass relaxes instantly, the rim softening, parting slightly as if inviting entry. Jax chuckles, low and dark, his tip catching on the loosened edge, testing the give. MY ASS (blooming under the high, voice turning husky and needy, the pucker quivering openly now, pushing back instinctively): Fuck, the poppers... everything's spinning, so loose and electric. Your head's right there, teasing the edge. I... I'm seduced. That warmth, the promise—guide me through it. Show me how to take you, how the conversion works step by step. HIS COCK (pressing forward with intent, the flared crown dimpling my entrance firmly, tone shifting to firm instruction, the slit oozing steadily): That's my boy—poppers are key, keep you open and hungry. Now, relax and push out like you're bearing down. Feel that? My head breaching, stretching the ring wide. Good—grip me as I sink in. We're going slow; first few inches to let you adjust. Those veins of mine? They'll scrape your walls just right, building the heat. Conversion starts here—my precum seeping in, marking you from the inside. When I hit halfway, poppers again; it'll make the deeper stretch feel like heaven. The penetration begins with a sharp, delicious burn as Jax's cockhead forces past your sphincter, the muscle yielding with a slick pop. I cry out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as I clutch at his arms. Inch after thick inch follows, my walls stretching impossibly around his girth, the prominent veins dragging along sensitive nerves, sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating outward. Jax rocks his hips gently, feeding more length, his hands spreading my cheeks wide for better access. The poppers' glow lingers, turning the fullness into a throbbing ecstasy, my prostate already brushing his shaft. MY ASS (yielding to the invasion, inner muscles fluttering around the buried length, voice a muffled whine of sensation): Shit, you're huge—splitting me open, those ridges pulling at me. It burns so good... guide me more. How deep now? When's the next poppers? HIS COCK (half-seated, pausing to throb inside me, the shaft pulsing rhythmically against my walls, voice steady and dominant): Halfway in, perfect—feel how your mancunt's hugging me, milking already? That's instinct, begging for the gift. I'm leaking deep now, that precum warming your core, starting the rewrite. Poppers signal: Jax is bringing the bottle—inhale deep as I push the rest. It'll loosen you further, let me bottom out without a hitch. Jax presses the open bottle to my face; I huff greedily, the fresh hit amplifying everything—the stretch, the heat, the illicit thrill. My body goes limp with bliss, ass opening voraciously. He surges forward with a grunt, burying the final inches until his balls press flush against my taint, the head nudging deep into my guts. Fullness consumes me, every vein mapped against my insides, my own cock leaking profusely onto the floor. MY ASS (fully impaled, walls clenching greedily, voice keening in overwhelmed pleasure): Yes—bottomed out, owning every bit of me. The poppers make it pulse so intense. Now what? How does the conversion build from here? HIS COCK (holding still to let me savor it, then withdrawing an inch before snapping back, setting a slow rhythm, tone possessive and guiding): Locked in now, that's the spot—feel my tip kissing your depths? Each pull and thrust pumps more of me into you, my fluids mixing with yours. Conversion's ramping up; the virus rides every stroke, cell by cell. Poppers keep it smooth—important for the pace, prevents clenching that could slow the absorption. When I pick up speed, huff again; it'll sync your body to the pounding, turn it into waves of need. Jax's hips begin to move in earnest, pulling out halfway before driving back in with controlled force. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the hallway—schlick, slap, my cheeks rippling from the impacts. Sweat beads on my skin, trickling down my back as he kneads my globes, fingers occasionally dipping to feel where his cock disappears inside me. My dick bobs untouched, precum stringing to the ground, the pressure coiling tighter in my balls. He slaps the bottle to my nose once more; I inhale, the rush hitting as his thrusts accelerate, turning the fuck into a relentless drive. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning shaft, rim gripping slickly with each withdrawal, voice fracturing into moans): Deeper—pound it! I feel you swelling, that hot leak turning my insides to fire. The poppers... they're everything, making me take you raw, absorb the change. HIS COCK (ramming harder now, balls smacking my skin with lewd pops, voice roughening with building climax): Fuck, you're tight and wet, sucking me in like you were made for conversion. Each slam delivers more—my seed's brewing, ready to flood and seal it. Poppers one more time: snort as I go full throttle. It'll drop you into the peak, let you milk every drop without holding back. The final hit surges through me, head swimming as Jax's pace turns brutal, hips blurring in a frenzy. His cock fattens inside, grinding my prostate mercilessly, the veins throbbing against my walls. My orgasm crashes first—body seizing, cock erupting in thick jets that splatter the brick wall, hole spasming wildly around him, pulling him deeper. MY ASS (convulsing in ecstasy, voice a shattered cry, sucking greedily): Cum now—flood me! Make the conversion stick, turn me positive and dripping! HIS COCK (exploding with a roar, shaft jerking as ropes of hot cum blast into my core, tone triumphant): Take it—spurt after spurt, painting you full! Converted, boy—my hole now, buzzing with the gift forever. He grinds through his release, cum overflowing, leaking down my thighs in warm rivulets. I slump against the wall, trembling, ass throbbing with the fresh, illicit warmth. Jax withdraws slowly, the wet pop echoing, his softening cock glistening with your combined fluids. He tucks himself away, pressing the poppers into my palm with a final smirk. "Hold onto these. You'll be back for more soon." He melts into the shadows, leaving me alone, fingers tracing the creamy drip from my hole, body humming with newfound hunger—no longer negative, but alive with craving. The hallway spins faintly as the poppers fade, but the fullness lingers, a promise of nights to come. I pull up my jeans, the fabric sticking to the mess, and stumble back toward the bar's lights, already next to Jax at the bar raising celebratory drink and making plans with him for the rest of the weekend.

This sounds perfectly normal to me. Some people are nervous, maybe it was his first time? Some don't want to have sex, and are satisfied after getting a little touch. Maybe he was scared off and didn't like it. But anyway, NOTHING in your story seems wrong, in such a context, touching a hard cock is very okay, you even had seemingly consent as he was engaged with you through the towel. So let it go, go back and have fun with someone else!

I started taking loads in my early teens, so around 1983. I can count on one hand the number of times anyone used a condom. I have always loved the feeling of a man unloading in me. I met my husband in the late 90s and we were monogamous for 16 years. We never got tested until we opened our relationship to start PrEP. I take PrEP vacations now every few months.

Chapter 1 – The Setup Where the fuck am I? Zak and I had spent a wild weekend together a few weeks ago. We were smoking and bumping T and got lots of different things into each other’s hole. While we were talking during a break, I shared my fantasy about being abducted and taken to a place where I had to submit to multiple men. It seems he took me seriously since shortly after I showed up at his place for another session, a masked guy came in, put a bag over my head, pulled me out, and shoved me into the back seat his car. I was forced (OK, maybe forced is too strong a word) to suck another guy’s dick while we were driven to another destination. His cock was thick, but not that long. It was nice since I could easily accommodate him in my mouth, sucking down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes. His cock pumped out a steady stream of precum that I happily swallowed. I massaged his hairy balls while I was sucking him and felt down to his hairy hole. He pushed his legs together though, preventing me from going any further. I kept sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He was moaning, I was moaning, and then he blew his load down my throat right before we arrived at our destination. Next, I heard the car door opening and was dragged out of the car. They cut off my shorts and ripped off the t shirt I was wearing. I was naked, except for my flip flops, somewhere with people I didn’t know. My cock started to plump up at the excitement of this, prompting one of them to grab it while saying, “That’s not gonna be needed now.” Then, one of them forced my cock into a cage and locked it in place. “Walk!” I was led into a building of some sort. It seemed that we were in a sort of industrial space since I could sense a high ceiling and lots of open space around us. I heard a roller door close. Even with the bag on my head, some light got through and I was now adjusting to the surroundings. I smelled a spicy, grassy smell and thought maybe were in a warehouse that processed herbs of some sort. They walked me across the floor, feeling my hairy ass and occasionally slapping it as we went. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” one of them commented. There were some grunts of assent, and I figured out that there were at least three other guys there. Maybe one of them was Zak, but I know it wasn’t his cock I had sucked, and I didn’t think he was the driver. We stopped walking and they turned me around. “Get in the sling.” I felt behind me and found a leather sling, ready and waiting for me. It’s tough to get into a sling when you can’t really see but I just went with it and laid back into it. Someone grabbed my foot and placed each one in a stirrup. I was naked, cock caged, spread open in a sling, in a room with guys that I didn’t know. My heart was pounding, more from excitement than fear, but it was weird to have no idea what was going to happen. One of the guys started rubbing my ass and hole. I instinctively moved down a little in the sling to open my ass for him. I heard him chuckle when I did that, then felt him starting to add lube to my ass. He must have been using Slam Dunk or something like that since it felt like chunks of lube being shoved in my hole. He was also smearing the lube all around my ass and hole. I reached down to spread my ass even more, but he slapped my hands away, telling me that my ass was in their hands and I was to keep my hands away from it. I heard the click of the torch and the bubbling sounds as he prepared some T. I could smell the acrid scent as the chemicals melted and then a cloud was blown into my face. I eagerly inhaled. “Don’t worry, pig. We’re gonna get you flying high.” They forced me to take a couple of hits off the bubbler. Again, forced might be too strong a word, but they were in control of my intake, and I was going to go along with whatever they wanted. I was well into the clouds when I felt some fingers penetrate my hole. The accompanying burning sensation told that they were giving me a booty bump too. My ass was becoming needy now and I wanted something in it besides a few fingers. I was handed a rubber tube with a nozzle at the end that I was told connected to a bottle of poppers. Whenever they told to me to inhale from it, I was to put the nozzle in my nose and breathe in. Poppers mixed with T would make my ass even more receptive to whatever was coming my way, and I was happy to comply to this. The burning had stopped and someone was playing with my hole. He was circling it with his well lubed fingers, sometimes sticking one or two fingers in and rubbing them around. I was enjoying the feelings and began to pulse my hole on his fingers. “This fucker is ready for more.” Soon, I felt something larger than a finger at my hole. It wasn’t a cock so it must be a dildo. I only hoped they would start out with something I could comfortably take since I had the sense that my ass was about to be seriously worked over. The dildo was dragged up and down the crack of my ass, grazing over my yearning hole. Each time it passed near my opening, I would flex my ass, trying to capture it in my ass. Soon, the guy placed the head of the toy at my entrance and began to push. The initial insertion was easy. My ass and the dildo were both well lubed and my hole was needy. It became apparent that this toy got thick quickly as I felt my hole expand around it as it was pushed into me. The guy driving the dildo knew what he was doing, pausing occasionally and sometimes twisting it around in my ass as he plunged ever deeper into me. This toy must be long since it felt like he had inserted a lot into me when he stopped pushing and just let the dildo sit inside my ass. The pulsing of my ass muscles made it move up and down and let great feelings course through my tunnel. Then, he began to pull it back. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he moved the toy, rotating and shaking it as he moved. He’d pulled it out almost all the way out when he abruptly shoved it in deep again. I moaned and spread my ass more. He chuckled and said, “I think he’s primed for you.” With that, he pulled the toy out. I immediately felt a hand at my ass, feeling around my hole and poking some fingers in. Two became three, three became four, and then I felt his thumb circling my hole. It stopped as he flexed it back into his hand and then his whole hand was sliding into me. Fuck, I love getting fisted. I love anything to do with ass – mine or another guys. Touching, stroking, rimming, fucking, fingering. But fisting is a special treat. When you get fisted, you’re literally opening yourself up to another guy. When you’re doing the fisting, it is so intense to feel the other guy’s heartbeat with your hand. It is a profound and amazing experience. This guy slid his hand into my ass up to his wrist. He just held his hand there for a while so that I could get used to the sensation. Occasionally, he’s twist and turn it, but he was taking it easy on my ass. Then, he growled “Poppers” at me. I grabbed the tube, put the plugs in my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.

Great story!! Lots of chems and fisting! Love it!!

I haven’t stayed there but have hooked up with guys staying there on a few occasions, the last about 2 years ago. The staff didn’t blink an eye at me wandering around bleary eyed up to the rooms in fetish gear (during fetish pride) anyway.

Nice bang, some hot furry Tops here [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/cumdump-party-13-breeders-1-cumdump-gangbang-interracial-cumshots-blowjob-deepthroat-big-cocks-xheU2UP

I feel that most guys, if they are honest with themselves, grow and change over time; even if they never act on the change. I liked guys from an early age. Me being me, felt I needed to make an honest comparison, so I got my first GF when I was 21. After her, I went back to dating/ fucking guys. I did have a few female encounters along the way. I guess you could say I was bi, but on the DL as bi. I met my wife when I was in my early 40’s and had a few FWB over the years. Now, I am ready to switch back to dating men. the one thing I have learned over the years, and became more comfortable with is I can’t fit into a permanent box/label. The less I stress over defining myself, the easier it is for me to be myself. All I am saying is hookup, love, fuck, or get fucked by whomever makes you feel good and more complete. In the end, it’s really only your opinion about yourself that matters. Life is short, and getting shorter by the day.

Here is mine, a before and after play 😛

He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

“Big” is subjective and imo a confident king with swagger and the right attitude can have 6 inches and it’s still fantastic now when you truly get that first really good guy with a huge one is when you get turned into a bitch for bbc forever but less than 9 can still make a bitch out of me

love daddies with a big cock barracking me all night raw and high

san francisco. no clue what it was called. not a great experience. the 70s was when gay culture really hit mainstream and the bathhouses seemed lit. but coming of age in the 80s i saw everything 70s as dated and lame, like the music your dad listened to. plus the aids crisis really destroyed them, both fairly and unfairly. by the time i went to my first one on a trip to SF in the late 90s it was like a touristy thing, like riding a cable car. the place was like a failing mall in vibe. the sex was "eh" and i got my very first STI making the whole thing seem like a huge disappointment, like a tourist trap of a by gone era. but this was also a by product of survivors in the pre-prep era. freedom had turned deadly and the new vibe was "i'm a good girl. i wean a get married some day. just like you straights". prep has really allowed us to loosen up and go back to our slutty selves.

Hawks is closed. I haven’t been to Entourage since Hawks closed. There has usually been a fairly active crowd when I’ve been to Entourage. I’ve also been there in the afternoon, and it wasn’t bad. As far as I know, Entourage is the only bathhouse left. Please correct me if I’m wrong.

what are we calling "private"? i know that if i log in it enables me to comment in "the backroom" forums where as i can on view/lurk if i don't log in. Is that what u mean? Same w starting a new topic iirc.

@NWUSHorny I haven't driven by DSC in a while. I don't even know if the building is still there - they've destroyed Colfax. That place was awesome - and so multi-faceted. You could go and fuck and play, you could hang out in the pool in the sun....DSC was THE BEST bathhouse for the variety of things it offered. My first was my much and still loved Club Z in Seattle (now called Z Club) - [think before following links] https://www.thezclub.com/ It has gone through some recent renovations but still looks much the same. If you wanted sleezy condomless anonymous fucking - that was the place to go.

I’ve done it a few times with a couple guys wear home their briefs and socks with cum all over them. I save them and wear em when I jerk off the smell drives me wild

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Mine did. I was straight as a stick all through my 20s/early 30s. In my mid-30's I started experimenting with guys, usually when playing with mf couples or mixed groups. By my mid-40s I was fully invested in mm sex, to the point that now in my mid-60s I'm almost exclusively sexual with men. I started as a total top, soon became fully vers, and now I'm bottoming as much or more than I'm topping.

This is 100% fiction. ‘GAME ON!’ Alejandro; I didn’t have plans for seeing in the new year so jumped at the chance when I saw this advertisement Slutty New Year Competition; Steamworks and Cummunion combine to host a stallion and mare bareback competition. Only space for three mares, and 15 stallions, so register early. Admission: Mares – $100 Prep free mares - free Stallions - $200 Toxic Stallion - $2000 (limit one, proof required at registration and confirmed on night) Observers- $35 (limit 25) Prizes: $1000 for the stallion that breeds their first mare closest to the stroke of midnight $500 for the mare/s bred on the stroke of midnight. $5000 for the mare that takes the most loads. $20,000 for the mare that receives the one HIV toxic load if they consent to two weeks of daily monitoring before and after to ensure that the competitive toxic stallion was the man who did knock them up. This man must convert within two weeks after the event. (Stalions will be administered rapid test before the 10 p.m. start to ensure they have a negation status.) 1% of film sale profits for the one toxic mare if he only knocks up one mare on or before the stroke of midnight. Observers must remain clothed until after midnight and the end of the competition, then it’s a sexual free for all. (Only two rules; no condoms allowed and no holes off limits. Tops that stay on must be prepared to receive raw cocks and loads, no questions asked) Everyone must sign a waver granting permission to be videotaped and relinquishing any rights to profits from the porn video generated from the competition, other than the toxic stallion. This waver will include a condition that all rulings from the five judges will be final and cannot be challenged. I’m a forty-five-year-old man standing at 6’. I’m fit, and have a swimmers build, tastefully tattooed; with a Mediterranean complexion, short, cropped salt and pepper hair and beard. I’ve 100% committed to Barebacking for the last 20 years. I have a decently thick 8.5” cock which has sported a two-inch biohazard tattoo above it for the last 6 months. I’ve been poz for 15 years and went off meds a year ago to poz my boyfriend at the time when he went off PreP. The asshole dumped me 6 weeks after he converted and I just haven’t got around to going back on meds yet. I’m toxic as hell, horny as a rabbit and promiscuous enough to have infected quite a few guys who were Dum enough to not be on PreP and take my load no questions asked. And since I’m in a confessional mood I can tell you I did stealth a few who admitted they weren’t on Prep and made me ‘suite up’, I’m always carrying my specially prepared condoms for just such occasions. Amazing how they always tear! Most of these guys are so into our fuck they beg me to breed them. I’m pretty good at decerning the ones who I can tell I’m poz when we notice the ripped condom. Everyone of them I disclosed to has relented and asked me to continue the stealth. One even cried out, “Fuck did you just breed me a poz load?” “Viral load over the top.” I responded. “Holy fuck, I hope you knocked me up. Regardless, I’ll never allow a condom in my ass again!” he proclaimed. I’ve only had one bottom that anticipate my nasty plan and insisted I wear his rubber. When I wasn’t able to cum sheathed he allowed me to remove the protection and stroke myself to completion. He forgot to make me promise not to push back in! I was balls deep when I painted his guts with my toxic load. I lied when he noticed his hole was bleeding and only then asked my ‘status’. He had picked me up in a bar and invited me to his place knowing I was visiting from across the country. I never told him which city and had given a false name. A month later I happened upon his Scruff account, the profile picture was unmistakable. His profile name was now BBcub and his status was now poz. Someone else might have knocked him up, but chances are it was my stealth that set him free of wretched condoms. I sent off an email registration and proof of toxicity for the New Year’s eve bb event as well as my registration fee immediately. I anxiously waited three days before getting the confirmation. I was accepted and would be the only poz stallion. They instructed me to blank out my biohazard tattoo with a heavy-duty flesh coloured makeup for the event. This would be removed after midnight for a dramatic reveal if I only inseminated one ‘chaser’. I was ecstatic, it was ‘GAME ON’!!!