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I was visiting a friend a few states over and I drove the 4 hours for a weekend trip. I like driving and while I've never had good luck cruising, I always had the fantasy of having sex with a trucker. I've tried multiple times, and always enjoyed jacking off at a rest stop if I was ever on the road. But I've never been in the back of a truck until this trip. I left town late, and by the time I needed to piss I was in the middle of nowhere around midnight. I pulled into a rest stop I had never been to before. In the back of my mind I'm already deciding that I need to cum. I park, and while there were some trucks the parking lot was pretty empty. I go inside, pick a stall, piss then shit down and start stroking. I'm a pretty average guy and since I was at a friends house this weekend, I really needed this as it had been a few days since I came. Enjoying myself I guess I didn't notice that someone had come in. Or I somehow didnt see him in the empty bathroom, but I heard a man cough. I'm not a shy person but it spooked me. The sound of me stroking made it obvious what I was doing and for some reason I decided I'm not gonna finish. I pulled my pants up and went to wash my hands. The other man was standing by the sinks, but I tried not to look at him out of slight embarrassment. As I was drying my hands he spoke to me, 'Sounded like some fun in there'. I looked at him. He was a pretty average looking blue collar guy. Older, graying and with a beard. Slight belly and a handsome manly face. I chuckled. 'Why You'd stop' he asked. I froze not quite sure how to proceed. I'm sure he could sense I was being timid. 'Why don't we get back in there and finish?' He winked then walked into the stall and started grabbing at his bulge. My dick went right back up and joined him. He sat on the toilet and took my dick out. He was clearly just as horny as I was and swallowed my dick like he was starving. He didn't give great head, but doing this with what I assume was a trucker, in a public place, was a big fantasy. Slowly he worked on my balls and moved to finger my hole. He then asked if I would suck him, so we switched place and he pulled out his cock. Hairy, 7ish inches, and thick I put it in my mouth and sucked on his musty cock. He moaned and ran his hands through my hair. I could hear him mumbling, 'good boy'. I could taste his salty precum and was hoping he wouldnt cum yet. He took his dick out of my mouth and asked 'You like this cock? You take cock up your hole?' I nodded while I sucked on his large nuts. 'Turn around let me see your hole'. Without hesitation, I pulled my pants down and showed him my smooth hole. He rubbed his rough hands over my ass and put his tongue in my hole. I could feel him spitting in my hole. I didnt realize neither of us had lube, but he did a good job getting me wet. He got up behind me and rubbed his hard cock against my hole and up my crack while he let out a moan. I pushed back. he guided the head into my tight hole and got in. I gasped, but he just shushed me and slowly slide the rest of the way in without stopping, even though I was pulling away. His cock was much fatter than I thought - or I just hadn't been fucked in a while. He got balls deep and just stood there deep inside my hole. "You like that cock, boy?" I moaned and pushed back harder. My hole was loosening, and I moved my hand from my cock, down to hold his big balls. He started moving his cock in and out, and getting a good slow rhythm. It felt so good letting this older guy fuck me like me. But we stopped as a guy came in to pee. We heard the door open and froze. We listened as he pissed, washed his hands and left. The whole time my daddy was grabbing my ass. As soon as he left daddy pulled out. "Come on, lets go to my truck." Following him out, we went to his truck and got inside. It was messy and small but I didn't care. We stripped down and he quickly had me on my back with my legs up. He grabbed his lube and started playing with my hole. "You want this raw dick back in that hole?" - "Yes Daddy, please fuck me!" He put some lube on my cock and started stroking me. "Yea boy, you like taking loads don't you?" I'm not a total slut but I've let my fair share of guys cum in me. I had never caught anything and got complacent in my luck. Without second thought I said, " Yea I want your load in me" He smiled and guided his bare cock into my hole. He got deep and stayed there while he played with my nipples. He said my hole felt amazing and started picking up the pace. I could feel his balls slap my ass and now that we were in a more private space I was able to moan louder. "Fuck me!" I yelled. "Yea you're gonna bred, boy. You want my seed?" I put my hand on his chest and said " Fuck yea, breed me!" By now he was beating up my hole and I was close to cumming. I knew he was too. I started stroking my cock and he looked down at me like an animal. He said "Fuck yea gonna breed that raw pussy. Gonna give you my babies. Give you my DNA". Then was when I knew what was happening. But I was already so close to cumming too I just let it happen. "Take it boy, take my fucking dirty seed". I shot my cum as he howled and I could feel his hot seed shooting into me. His cock was twitching in my hole and I could feel the familiar warm, wet feeling deep in my hole. He just held his cock in me while catching his breath, "Good Boy, you took my seed". Eventually his cock went soft and slide out. I didn't say much other than thank you as we cleaned up in silence. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was risky, and stupid. But I got to play out a fantasy. I went back to my car with his seed leaking out me. When I got home I pushed it out and used it for lube on my cock to jerk off. A month or two later I tested. And sure enough... he got his seed deep in me

Chapter 7 - Two Boys in Boston *Ding* Brian awoke to the text message tone of his phone. He looked at his alarm clock. “11:07am”. He had slept late, unsurprising after the night he just had. He looked at his phone to check the message. “How are you feeling baby boy? You snuck out on me last night.” It was from Adam. Lying in bed, Brian was still naked, covered in dry cum. As he swung his legs off the side of the bed to get up, he realized his ass was still feeling the effects of being invaded for the first time. It was sore; his whole body was sore really. He stood and reached down between his legs to find his hole, no longer virgin. He stuck his thin bony index finger inside himself and thought he could still feel Adam’s cum. He walked across his bedroom, opened his closet door, and looked at himself in the hanging mirror. His hair was more messed up than on a normal morning. He could barely make out the cum against the pale skin on his thinly defined chest. His soft cock hung off of his slim frame, just as it did before, but it felt different now, having been in another man’s mouth. He turned sideways to see his ass protrude from his thin frame, serving as a reminder what he had done the night before. Brian unlocked his phone and tried to figure out what he wanted to say to Adam. “Hey, yeah, I woke up and wasn’t sure what to do with myself so I came home.” He sent. He wrote out another. “I don’t know how I feel. Like I said last night, sexy but scared. I haven’t even graduated high school and now I’m poz.” “Well, I hope so Brian. Fingers crossed that I successfully infected you, but you’ll have to get tested to know for sure. Might not have.” Brian had just accepted that Adam was probably toxic enough to convert him. His thought process hadn’t yet gotten far enough to think that maybe he hadn’t. Even getting loaded up with toxic cum was no guarantee. As that dawned on him, in that moment, he felt relief. Maybe he just had a super hot hookup and lost his virginity, and he wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences. “I’ll let you know” he sent off to Adam. “Please do. And I hope I’ll be seeing you again, either way.” Brian let that message sit. ***** The next day, Sunday, Brian returned to Boston, but this time it was for accepted students day at Boston University, where he had decided to spend the next four years of his life. Brian was excited to go to school in the city. BU’s campus was smack dab in the middle of Beantown, a stone’s throw away from Fenway Park and everything else the city had to offer. He was quite nervous about it, having always been a quiet, reserved kid, but he was hoping that going to school here would help him break out of his shell a bit. It also didn’t hurt that he thought being in the city would be a boon to his burgeoning sex life. But an accepted students day was not an environment where Brian would typically thrive. Surrounded by kids his age that he didn’t know, his anxiety was close to bubbling over. For some reason, he always thought people he didn’t know were judging him, and even though he told himself he didn’t care, of course he did. He was hopeful he’d meet some people, but he had a hard time getting over his shyness, making it difficult to strike up conversation organically. At least, he thought, he wasn’t a virgin. He consciously knew that, of course, that did not matter, would not come up, and could not be seen by other people, but in case it did, he was feeling good to have checked that box. The morning started out in a large lecture hall, with some Dean or another welcoming everyone to campus and to the start of the next phase of their young lives. Brian had found his way there from the parking garage and sat down, not knowing what else to do, and was reading through the day’s schedule while waiting for it to start. When the speakers finished, the students sorted themselves by college, and Brian found the College of Arts & Science group, where his major was. As the group walked down the corridor towards a smaller lecture hall, Brian heard a familiar voice. “Hey Brian” He turned his head and saw Jake a few steps behind him, walking quickly as if he had been trying to catch up with him, a smile on his face that Brian knew well: relief to find someone he knew. “Oh, hey Jake. I didn’t know you were going to BU too.” “Yeah, I was going to go to USC, but then when I looked at how expensive plane tickets back and forth were, I decided maybe going to school so far away wasn’t as good an idea as I had planned.” He chuckled a bit, and Brian wondered if that was true, or if that was the story Jake had come up with to cover that he was afraid to go to school that far away. If it was the latter, Brian knew how he felt. “So, you in Arts & Sciences too?”, Jake continued as they walked down the hall. “Yeah, I think I’m going to do computer science, how about you?” Brian replied, trying really hard to keep his cool. It wasn’t abnormal for Jake to be talking to him, they had class together and were friendly enough. Still, they were here amidst a big crowd of future college students, but alone as the only ones who knew each other. Ever since Brian had begun to accept his sexuality, and his feelings about Jake, it had been harder to talk to him. He was afraid he was going to accidentally blurt something out that gave him away, or that he would find out that Jake was straight, an asshole, or otherwise unattainable. “Oh, cool, that makes sense for you. You always were wicked smaht”. Jake giggled at his cheesy attempt at an exaggerated Boston accent. “I’m international relations right now, but might do economics, I don’t know. It’s cool running in to you here, it’ll be good have a friend around.” Neither of them realized it, but they both blushed ever so slightly when Jake said that. Brian was thrilled to hear Jake refer to him as a friend and insinuate they’d be seeing more of each other, and Jake was worried he had been a bit too vulnerable with Brian. He didn’t know him well enough yet to be sure he wouldn’t be judged. The two boys spent the rest of the day together. With Jake around, it was easier for Brian to chat up some other new people, but neither of them ever broke away from the other. They decided to go to the same info sessions, walked around the activities fair together, and chatted about what dorms they wanted to live in. As they walked out of the housing session and sat down outside to figure out where they were supposed to go next, Jake was looking at his phone as he asked “Um, so, what would you think about being my roommate? I mean, I don’t know if you’re wanting to meet new people or whatever and I know we don’t know each other super well so no worries at all if you’re not interested but I just thought it might be cool.” He looked over at Brian quickly to see if he could sneak a peak at his reaction. Brian could sense the nerves in Jake’s rambling question. One of the benefits of being a quiet kid was he was skilled in empathy; plus he recognized those nerves in himself. He never expected to hear them from Jake, though, who always gave off such a confident air at school. Brian couldn’t be sure of what was provoking the nerves, but his heart fluttered at his suspicion, or maybe his hope, that Jake was nervous for the same reason Brian had been nervous all day. And now, he had a chance to share a room with his crush, which could be great, but could also be a disaster. “Umm…” Brian began to respond. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to, I get it.” Jake rushed to interject. “No, no, I think that would be awesome!” Brian responded just as quickly, letting instinct reply after he began to sense Jake’s disappointment. Brian was beaming inside. He was beginning to really think that their day together had been more than coincidence and convenience; that it had indeed been filled with chemistry. If he had more confidence in himself, and if he wasn’t still in totally in the closet, he might have asked Jake out right then; that’s how sure he was that their interactions that day weren’t normal, and that they were was a spark between the two 18 year olds. His mood quickly soured, however, when the pair were sitting in the day’s final session, a mishmash of add-ons that were combined in to one. Campus security, ID cards, sexual health… Brian’s heart sunk, from the highest place it had ever been, deep down in to the pit of his stomach as the presenter talked about the health center’s resources and free, no-questions-asked STD tests. It was the first time all day that he had thought about what had otherwise consumed him that weekend. He was sure that, if he was poz, this was all ruined. As Jake and Brian walked together back to the parking garage, Brian barely spoke. Jake noticed the consternation on Brian’s face; their friendship already strengthened immeasurably over the course of just one day. As they got to Jake’s car, which was closer then Brian’s, Jake asked “Are you okay Brian? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” “You sure?” he asked as he opened the passenger door of his car and dropped all the swag he picked up that day on the backseat. Brian could see the genuine look of concern on Jake’s face. “Yes, yes, thanks” Brian smiled wide as his feelings for Jake took back control of his attention. “Hey, I’m really happy we ran in to each other. Thanks for keeping me company. I’m excited to be your roommate this fall.” “Me too Brian… Um, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, huh?” “Yeah, absolutely! I can’t wait!” Brian replied before he could catch himself. The sparks were flying now. Everything said had been innocuous, but it had all been said with just a little more emotion than would have been normal for two straight boys. They could both sense it, too. Jake decided in that moment to take a chance. He took Brian’s hand in his own, quickly leaned in, and kissed him. Brian was stunned, and Jake didn’t hold the kiss more than a few seconds, worried he had made a gigantic mistake. He pulled away and looked in terror at Brian’s face for a reaction. “Oh, I’m sorr…” he started to say. Brian recovered from his split-second paralysis and squeezed Jake’s hand an instant before he could pull it away. In one swift motion, he pulled Jake back towards him, moved his free hand to Jake’s neck, and connected for another kiss. This time it lasted a bit longer, as they made out with each other for a brief moment or two before disconnecting. Brian took a step back, caught his breath, and with wide eyes and a gigantic smile across his face, confessed “I’ve been wanting that for a long time”. “With me?” Jake asked lightly as his voice quivered, genuinely unsure if that’s what Brian meant. “Yes, with you.” “Cool” They both laughed at Jake’s Han Solo-esque response. A group of other students had come in the parking garage and were heading towards them, so Brian calmly let go of Jake’s hand. He wasn’t afraid of being caught with a boy (in fact, he craved that); he just didn’t want to cause a scene. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” asked Brian. “Can’t wait.” Brian turned and walked away down the row of parked cars, glancing back with a smile towards Jake, who was watching him leave before getting in his own car. When Brian finally got to the Jeep, he sat down in his drivers seat, put his head back, and took a big deep breath. He couldn’t help but give a little fist pump to himself; he had never felt so happy in his life. It was tempered slightly by the nagging concern of how the weekend’s pozzing adventure was going to affect his new relationship with Jake. But he put that aside for the moment and drove home happy, singing along with the radio at the top of his lungs.

Was at Racetrack getting gas and had to pee so I went in to do that and get a soda. There was a cute blonde guy about 20 hanging out nearby that followed me in. He went to the urinal next to me and pulled his cock out and started stroking. We made eye contact and once I stopped peeing started stroking. He nodded to the stall and I followed him into it. He dropped his pants and I wasn't sure what he was looking for so started stroking his cock. He undid my jeans and pulled my cock out and started stroking me too. We weren't jerking long before he asked "wanna fuck?" I said yeah and turned my back to him and got up against the wall. I could hear and feel his spit hit my ass and felt his dick enter me. It was slender but long so I knew it wouldn't be too bad to take with just spit. He asked "cum inside?" and I said yeah and soon felt he blast inside me. He kept stroking in me and it wasn't long before he asked if I wanted the second one in me. I said I did and before long could tell he'd cum in me again. He slid out and moved in next to me smiling at me saying it was his turn. I was so turned on taking his loads I knew I wouldn't last long and did the same spit and stick like he did me and was surprised he could take my thick cock with no complaints. And unlike him I wasn't gonna ask if he wanted the load inside or not, I was gonna shoot inside him and did. He let out a sigh and whispered how good it felt. I pulled my jeans back up and quickly left. I'm not sure why as he was hot and I should have seen if I could have got his number. He didn't say anything to me either as I dressed and left the bathroom. While getting my soda I saw him come out of the bathroom and again he was hanging out near the door of the bathroom. I could only guess he was hoping for some quickies as the lunch time rush came. I have some quickies at this Racetrack before but never though of hanging out for a hookup but I'll have to check it out some more.

@rawTOP, you’re getting a lot of shit for this. Much more than I thought you would. For reasons I haven’t the time or inclination to go into right now (I might at a later date), I want you to know that I for one broadly support your move, and I’m sure many other ‘silent’ users of this site do too. At great personal cost to yourself in terms of both time and effort, you have created a wonderful free space that has been enjoyed by many, many people over the last decade, and you have EVERY right to nudge it in whatever direction you please. I hope you will not be discouraged in your vision by some of the comments you have received in this thread: keep up the good work!

I have been raped twice...once in an Amsterdam bar bathroom, after being drugged...I wrote about that one on BZ somewhere else so I won’t repeat it here. The second time I was raped was just three years ago in Mexico City. I was there for work. When my two days of work was over I decided to stay for Friday and Saturday night. I relocated to a small boutique hotel in the zona Rosa, like 30 rooms, small tight room, not much bigger then the double bed. I had advertised on bbrt that I was open to a “...CumDump event taking all cocks 9 P.M. to late.” I had arranged a deal with the door security guard to let guys up. My Spanish is minimal, but having lots of guys fucking and breeding me in a foreign country, by myself sounds fun. Not really they smartest thing I have ever done. It started fun, I was naked, ass up on the bed, door unlocked, I’d give the guys the word to tell the door guard to let them to the elevator. One then two guys, would come in, fuck and breed then leave. I’d had 12 or 15 loads by midnight. I was tired but horny so I kept going. I had a lull until near 1 A.M. then multiple guys asked to come over as many of you know they rarely show up when they say they will. So as I’m chatting with guys, I ok a few more and a few more. In a bit I must have had 7 or 8 guys standing in my very small room, around the bed, jerking their cocks waiting for their turn in my ass. I could smell the alcohol. It was hot in the room, sweating. I could see off to the side this bigger, muscular, thick guy, older than the younger skinnier guys in the room. He finally moves behind me, he yanks me back toward the edge of the bed and starts forcing his very huge cock inside me. It hurt, but he wasn’t getting it in my sloppy open hole, so I tried to help him. He just kept forcing it. It was hurting bad. So I pushed him off me and rolled over to ask him to be more careful. He just lookef at me kind of angry; probably didn’t completely understand me. When I roll back over he starts talking and next thing I knew I had a guy on my back, guys holding my legs and arms down. I was pinned down, I tried to squirm away, I could not. I tried to yell and had someone’s underwear stuck in my mouth. Then I could feel him behind me get up on me and slammed his huge cock into me. It hurt like hell. I tried to move, but was pinned down. Some guy in good English said into my ear, “...just relax and take it. You know this is what you want, good Mexican dick inside you so you can take home Mexican babies.” I tried to struggle. I finally stopped. It hurt. Soon he was finished. He gave orders. They changed positions, but never enough for me to get them off me. After a few more bred me. They let up. The big guy that raped me was in my face and said in very accented English. “...don’t ever disrespect me and say no to me when I want to fuck.” He gave my face a hard slap and left my room. I sat on the bed while the other few guys dressed and individually left. It was traumatic at the time when strange men take away your choice, and you’re all alone. Today when I travel, it’s still a risk, but I never have groups more than three in my room unless there is someone else there I know. Though today I do jerk off to the memory of him fucking me like that...

As a writer here, it’s his house, it’s his rules. If I don’t like it I’ll write somewhere else. It’s not bad or good to me, just a definition of things that can be done. I’ve asked more than once about an idea I had and was told I couldn’t post it here because of the site rules. I didn’t have a problem with it then, don’t have a problem with it now.

As I mentioned on other post, I never had an incestuous relationship with my Dad, who identifies as straight. However, my Dad was very open with me. We had a no shame policy I guess you'd call it. Emotions were allowed so lots of hugs, pats on the butt, and roughhousing...He also loved my mother with a passion. Sex was talked about often. His idea of sex was a very European and liberal. He said you get hungry, you eat...you get sleepy, you sleep....you get horny ,you fuck!...but also told us to respect sex and ourselves....nudity was big too...I've already shared about my stage of puberty and going to Black's Beach with him. So I'll share this other experience with my Dad. He had a great sense of humor and thought it was the funniest thing to take me to strip club and adult bookstore while I was in college...we drank beer and tipped the girls all night ...we then hit the adult bookstore...I already knew what went on in the arcade so when we entered I made sure he went into booth first...After he did, I went into one and proceeded to get one of the best blow jobs ever...After I gave that cocksucker from Heaven my load, I proceeded out to find my dad waiting next to my door. He said" that must have been one helluva blowjob!" I hadn't noticed but my booth had two gloryholes on both sides and Dad had left his and went into the one next to me. He had peeked through at me. I said why? He said he had looked through and saw my little white ass piston fucking the other gloryhole!...he was rolling with laughter. I called him a shithead and we left...I knew he was teasing me and I wasn't ashamed either...Yes, he did tell me he jerked off to some lesbian porn...that figures!...I know alot of guys that barely have a relationship with their dads...I got really lucky!

wow, look at that master pump his seed in that hole!

My name is Will. I live in the South, in a really big small town, or a really small big town, however you want to describe the place. At the time I had just turned 30 and was very cute with dark messy hair and long eyelashes. I didn’t hang out many people so I had the reputation for being mysterious and that got me a lot of play. I also had the reputation of barebacking a lot, but everyone else was also barebacking, right? I was hanging out at one of the two gay bars in my town on a Tuesday night. This was the seedier of the two and on a Tuesday it was just a meat market. Of course I was trying to get laid. Why else would I have been there? I was sitting at the bar with my back to the pool tables trying to pick up Dave, who sort-of worked at the bar. Or at least just thought he did. Anyhow, I knew he was a big whore, he was so cute and funny that I just didn’t care - I wanted to fuck the hell out of him. I’m 5’10 and, after running a furniture store for several years my body was thick and strong. Dave was five inches shorter and looked like Peter Pan. I thought we made a great looking set, but Dave was hedging his bets. You know, trying to put off deciding who to choose because of the promise of something better coming along. I knew there wasn’t anything better coming along, but hey, we all know the type right? I had noticed he was also talking to a guy to his right, I was on his left. I looked over and the guy was really sexy, lean, clean cut and very preppy looking. He was obviously young because he bore the mark of the underage, Giant Xes on his hands in permanent marker to stop him from drinking. I was tired of Dave’s bullshit and was ready to call the night a bust, so I leaned over to Dave and told him I was calling a cab and going home. Dave said “Hey Mark," pointing at the guy to his right who was just about to leave, "I bet he’ll give you a ride.” I looked over at Mark who nodded shyly and I quietly remarked to Dave "I thought that Mark was your trick for the night." Dave whispered to me “No, you've got it wrong. Mark’s my ex, but just to warn you he loves to fuck and if you think I’m a whore, you haven’t seen anything yet!” I looked over again at Mark and thought the night might be looking but it was probably too good to be true, because although he was a slimmer than I normally went for, Mark was beautiful. With that Dave introduced us, and casually mentioned to Mark that I needed a ride home. Mark looked me up and down and quickly said "Sure, I'll give you a lift," and with that we were on our way. I just lived ten minutes from the bar so we just made a little small talk on the ride back. I asked him if Dave was a fun fuck and that relaxed him and got him talking. When we got to my place he asked if I had anything to drink, since he couldn’t get anything at the bar so I invited him to come on up. We had a couple shots of Everclear and were chasing with a Corona, and Mark told he had asked Dave to hook us up earlier and reached over and kissed me. We made out for a few minutes and I said we should go to the bedroom and we did. I took his clothes off. It's one of my things. I love to undress a guy. He was fucking perfect: tall, smooth, and a nine inch dick. It wasn't fair. He was fuckin' perfect. When I took my shirt off he ran his hands over my chest and stomach and said “I love fucking muscle guys!” Up until this point I had thought I was topping. "You’re a top?" I asked. “Yeah man, I don’t get fucked” he replied. "What makes you think I do?" I replied. "Oh, people talk" he casually remarked as he started pulling at my nipples. Damn people did talk. Playing with my nipples was the sure way to make me take a dick and a few people knew that. No matter what I was in the mood for, if you played with my nipples enough I would let you fuck. It wasn’t long before he had pushed my back on the bed, pulled my pants off and had my legs on his shoulders. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on my asshole and the pushed the head of his dick in. I couldn’t believe this kid. I barely knew him, and his bare cock was deep in my hole. He was so young and sweet I was sure it would be okay. He was good at it too. He worked that big dick in my ass till I was whimpering for it harder and harder. The more he fucked the less innocent he seemed, and the mantra he kept saying, “Fucking you bareback is so hot!” only added to the excitement. After a few minutes I suddenly felt really wet and warm inside, he had cum in my ass with no warning. "Did you just cum in me" I asked him, but he didn't seem to hear me, and just kept on pumping. There was something about that, about him loading my ass up without even clearing doing so with me. Man I wanted more. He must have seen that I was losing control cause he got ready to blow the second load he let me know “Fuck man I’m cumming, take all of it man, all of it! Fuck here it is, here its is!” With that my ass was flooded a second time. After he caught his breath he commented “I didn’t think you take my load like that man!” Not that he gave me much choice. Fuck, I thought. He pulled out and fell in bed beside me, pulled me on my side and spooned me, with my ass leaking his own cum out onto his slicked up dick and that’s how we fell asleep. I woke in the middle of the night with Mark pushing the head of his dick back into my ass for round three. When he blew in me again he left his dick in me and we fell back asleep like that. When I woke up the next morning he was gone. I didn’t hear from him in the next few days so I just chalked it up to a hot one-nighter and man, was it hot. Two weeks went by and I was trying to pick up a guy on Saturday night at the better of the two bars in town. He was a pretty guy, a little on the stocky side but I loved that and he had a great ass. To my surprise he turned me down, saying "No man, I heard you are positive!” I told him that I didn’t know where he had heard that but it wasn’t true. He replied “No, Mark told everybody that he fucked you without a condom a few weeks ago. He said he felt really bad about doing it, but you let him nut in you three times and never even asked. Everyone knows Mark is positive, man!” I tried to play it off like it never happened, but my face was on fire and I just walked away. Sure enough, a few weeks late I came down with the flu. 'Fuck', I thought. This is a true story. But what do you think? Is it the end, or the beginning?

If you look, nearly all the comments by Senior Members are positive with a few neutral/confused. Then it's maybe 50/50 pro/con with Members. Most of the criticism is coming from New Members and Junior Members. What that tells me is I've possibly been attracting the wrong type of members recently. Or some of the new members haven't gotten enough infractions yet to help them realize this isn't the place for them. The people who've been with the site for a long time are the type of guys who didn't need these rules - they were respected each other as human beings and wanted to nurture the #bbbh community. But among the newer members there is a fairly high percentage of problem members who don't respect others or care for their community. All I can say to them is that they're more than welcome to leave. And just to streamline things a bit - profile deletion is requested in Settings (it's the only way to have your profile deleted).

Do they have the right to do this? Sure. Does the LGBTQ+ have the right and ability to protest and boycott their transphobic asses? Damn right we do. Transmen are men. Excluding people based on the gender they were assigned at birth is transphobic. I cannot see how you can possibly think it is anything but.

Either can be fun, but I prefer the blindfold. For me it’s less restrictive. I let guys know it’s anonymous and as fun as the blindfold is for me, not knowing who’s mounting me and fucking, there are a fair number of tops that don’t want me to see them; cheating on their relationships I suppose. I do know one friend of mine who came by to breed me and didn’t want me to know it was him. I had figured it out on bbrt a long time before. He’s bred me several times and still believes I have no idea. Beautiful cock, so I think I’ll keep wearing the blindfold and let him have his secret.

You joined last month and ^^^this^^^ is your 2nd post. You don't have a clue what the site used to be like.

After fucking his second load in me, Gary laid down on top of me his softening cock slipped out, our sweat soaked chest meshing together, I could feel his heart beating against my chest. I realized I felt something new, something I haven’t felt with other fuck buddies; not sure if it was love, infatuation, horniness or a combination of them but I wrapped my legs around his and my arms around his torso, I gave him a hug then I lightly stroked his back. After a few minutes his breathing became shallow and regular, he had fallen asleep. I gave the top of his had a soft kiss and I too dozed off, relaxed and at peace. I’m not sure how long we slept but I felt Gary still in me, he sat up a bit, his arms folded under him pushing up slightly, he looked down at me, smiled then reached down and kissed me. I thought about telling him what I was feeling then he said “That was an amazing fuck and you didn’t even flinch when you saw my tats, you just let me dump my gift in you, knowing I’m toxic.” I felt his cock stirring, he pulled out, sat up, straddled my chest bringing his cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked him to hardness, cleaning my ass and his cum off his dick. He started thrusting into my mouth pushing ever deeper into my throat. I looked up at him surrendering myself to his every desire; he looked down at me like a god would a lesser being: superior, dominate. He continued to skull fuck me, he started picking up the pace then pulled out and started jacking is cock after a couple of strokes he said open up, I opened my mouth he put his cock just on my lips and blew his load on in my mouth. He said to not swallow it yet, he kept jacking until he was spent, then told me to gulp it down, which I did. Gary rolled off me, said we needed to get cleaned up and head to the reunion. The reunion was boring as fuck, yeah we got to see some old acquaintances but for the most part it was the same people in the same clicks: jocks and cheerleaders, band members, cowboys, a few stoners and us nerds; me, Gary, Tony and Mike with their wives (totally shocked here) and then there was Jeffrey. Jeffrey was in ROTC, a nerd and if you watched him for 10 seconds he screamed GAY, I mean he fit every stereotype of a gay guy. Jeffrey hadn’t changed much in 10 years; 5’10” 140 pounds, he still had military cut black hair, brown eyes, tall thin forehead, slightly pockmarked face, gangly. Tony and Mike and their wives left our little nerd group and made their way across the room. Gary, Jeffrey and I not sure what to do, so we just stood there looking around like a bunch of misfit nerds. Oh how some things haven’t changed in 10 years. We had been there just over an hour, which felt like ten, when Gary said “this is boring as shit, let’s go back to my place” which sounded just fine by me, so we headed for the door, Jeffrey followed. I turned around to look at Jeffrey when Gary whispered to me I would enjoy having Jeffrey there. I gave Gary a quizzical look, he gave me a shit eating grin. I wasn’t sure how to take it. We got back to Gary’s place; he said to make ourselves comfortable while he makes some drinks. Jeffrey kicks off his shoes and strips down to his boxers and t-shirt, I stripped to my boxers and sit on the couch next to him. He starts the DVD, playing gay porn, starts rubbing his crotch getting his cock hard. He looks at me and pulls the waistband over his dick, it is about 7”, very straight no curve at all and a big mushroom head. He is slowly stroking it and with his left hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to it. I take it in my mouth and start sucking it, he started leaking precum which I licked up and swallowed, I took what I could down my throat but the head was cutting off my airway. I pulled back took a deep breath and took it all the way until my nose was in his pubes, then sucked deeply. I pulled off slightly took another breath and took him all the way again. I did this a several more times before he pulled me off and removed his boxers. I got on the floor between his legs and started sucking him again. He bent over me, I felt hands squeezing my ass and rubbing my hole. I felt another pair of hands on my ass. Gary slid his finger in me, started finger fucking me, I felt a sharp pain like he scratched me which caused me to take in a sharp breath. Gary resumed finger fucking me, then I felt it again another sharp pain. I felt Gary apply some lube to my ass then felt his cock pushing hard begging for entrance. His cock popped in, it felt great having cock in my mouth and ass. After a few minutes Jeffrey said “lets switch”, Gary pulls out of my ass and Jeffrey pushes in. Son of a bitch it hurt, that big head really stretched me; Jeffrey kept pushing until he bottomed out then started a slow fuck. Gary got in front of me, I started sucking his cock, I noticed the taste of my ass, lube and something else, a coppery taste . . . blood? Jeffrey kept slow fuck going then pulled out and I felt something else being push in my ass. It wasn’t cock or finger, it felt weird,I felt a scraping on my ass walls, it didn’t hurt. Jeffrey kept it at it for a little bit then pulled the tooth brush out, said “oh yeah, all roughed up and ready for my poz babies to invade you”, he handed it to Gary who showed it to me, it was red from blood. Jeffrey suddenly rammed his cock home up my ass and started FUCKING me, slamming home really hard, jamming his dick into my second hole, the fat head pushing and expanding my guts. I felt sweat fall on my back, Jeffrey kept up the frantic pace until he jammed into me with a loud grunt “oh fuck I’m cumming deep up your cunt, dumping my poz, my toxic load seeping into your body converting you”. He bent over me and bit the shit out of my neck. Gary pulled me off his dick, Jeffrey pulled out, Gary pushed in fucking like crazy until he dropped his load in me. I sucked Jeffrey’s cock clean, tasting my ass and blood, he grabbed a handful of hair, snapped my head back, spit on me, and said that was the first of many hot toxic loads from him. Gary smacked my ass hard and said I was going to get pozzed this weekend.

I met this cute guy named Paul at a dance club in the city where I and a couple of buddies were checking-out the scene. I spotted him on the dance floor alone in a corner and noticed he was my height, if probably about twenty pounds lighter. A real doll. His movements were fluid and sleek. His style, provocative. I stood there, smoking cigarettes, watching him. He was wearing a Tee, worn jeans, and black tennies. He had blonde hair, shaved flat along the sides, which accentuated the narrowness of his face and body. He knew that I was watching. I thought of some exotic urban mating ritual as I watched him gyrate to the industrial noise of the over-sized speakers. My friends noticed the object of my attention and politely kept their distance. After a couple more songs, the hot young blonde tired of dancing and came over and asked for a cigarette. His boldness caught me off guard, and I could hardly contain my arousal as I fumbled for the pack. There he was, just two feet away, smiling, and waiting for a light and much more. I dug my lighter out of my pocket and lit his cig. He pulled up a stool next to mine and spread his legs. I stared at the holes in his jeans, lusting after the sparse patches of flesh, wishing I could see more. We talked about the music, life, bullshit. He seemed rather cool and sure of himself. When Paul finished his cigarette, he leaned over and asked me if I felt like coming over to his place to listen to some better music. I couldn't have cared less about the music, but that didn’t stop me from grinning a lewd acceptance. He lived in a small one-bedroom in a high-rise within walking distance of the bar. Paul pulled out a couple of beers and we sat on the tiny balcony. He told me that he was twenty years old and worked as a painter with his uncle. He really didn't look twenty. Seventeen was more like it. But he did have an apartment of his own and was probably telling the truth. I started to rub Paul's thigh. I wanted to touch his skin through the holes in his jeans. When I did, he kind of stretched out, and his erection became evident. It had to be seven inches, and not very thick. I got on my knees to strip down his pants. He seemed to enjoy being undressed, and made no effort to resist. Like a rag doll with a shit eating grin on its face. He had almost no body hair except for some light brown fur in his pubes and armpits. He had a good tan, but no tan-line. So he used a tanning bed. That night I sucked off his beautiful seven-incher twice. The first time was rather quick; he shot a load of hot juice down my throat in less than two minutes. After he came, he kissed me passionately, as though he enjoyed the taste of his cum in my mouth. We rolled around on the bed for a while. Paul knelt above me, and I licked his balls. My tongue probed his anus and slid in his ass. He writhed hedonistically. I lifted him off me and arranged him face up on the bed. It was then that I noticed the handcuffs on the bed posts. I pointed them out, and he grinned and offered me his hands. I put the cuffs on him and hooked them around the bed posts. With his arms thus bound, I began the rape of his body. He thrashed about and flailed wantonly beneath my tongue. I got more aggressive and spread his legs. He squealed when I stuck a moist finger up his ass, and moaned when I replaced my finger with my tongue. I worked his ass cheeks as I rimmed him. Once his hole was nice and wet, and his body relaxed, I knelt between his slender legs and pointed my dickhead at his anus. He wanted it all right. He practically backed up on my cock. I pressed forward. He moaned with pleasure (or pain) as my dick slowly sunk into him. I got about three-fourths of the way in, but he was really tight. I leaned forward and nibbled his ears. That drove him wild. I could feel my dick slip deeper into him. He moaned loudly as I began to pulse. I stuck my tongue in one ear, then the other. With a firm grip on his buttocks I sped up my thrusts. Paul moaned louder as I pounded harder, sharper. By the time I achieved ass-slapping speed, he was gasping for air and grunting with the exacerbated onslaught. I could feel my orgasm building and pounded him deeper. When I could hold off no longer I pulled out to the tip and thrust back with full force. The ejaculation seemed to last forever as a week’s worth of thick poz cum belched into him. As I pulled out of his brutalized ass I wondered if he were neg or had been. I noticed a small pinkish stain on the sheet where he was lying. Either way, I figured it was no big deal, since neither one of us had asked about status beforehand. He smiled like a cat who had swallowed a canary, and asked for a smoke. After planting a sloppy, leisurely kiss on his wet lips I lit one and let him inhale. I kind of liked the sight of him cuffed, lying there immobilized, and at beck and call of my venomous cock. If he weren’t poz, he should be. Barebacking like that, it was bound to happen. I was just saving him time and trouble. For his own good, I committed to fuck him again.

I was back in town for my 10 year high school reunion. It was the first time I had been back since I helped my parents move almost seven years earlier. That occasion was also the last time I saw and got fucked by Gary. I have been keeping in touch with him every since we graduated. He was outted to his mother just before graduation, she kicked him out, he moved into an apartment and got on with his life. A few days after he got kicked out I stopped by his apartment to see how he was doing, one thing lead to another, Gary popped my cherry. But that is a story for another day. Gary was a cute nerdy guy, 5’6” 115 pounds, sandy hair with killer green eyes and a nice thick, cut 6.5” cock. I was an still am a runner, 5’11” 145 pounds blond with blue eyes and a cut 6” cock but not as thick as Gary’s. He was elated when I told him I was coming to town for the reunion and begged for me to stay with him. Yeah, he just wanted to save me some money for a hotel. Right. LOL I rang the doorbell, Gary answered wearing dark green nylon shorts and a white t-shirt and looking exactly like he did in HS although a little gaunt. I entered kicked off my flip flops, we hugged, I bent down, we kissed with Gary pushing his tongue in my mouth which I sucked on. Not sure how long we sucked face but we did break the kiss and Gary’s bulge under his shorts showed he was happy to see me. That or he was just horny to fuck my ass. We sat on the couch, started chit chat but I couldn’t keep my eyes of his bulge. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts, I was transfixed by it, that bulge of his took me back to when I first saw his cock, back to when Gary took my virginity. Thinking back on how perfect his cock was, how it hurt at first, then felt great as he pounded my ass and exploded inside me. I licked my lips, I felt someone shaking me, I came back to reality. Gary was laughing at me saying “You must have taken a vacation 'cause you stopped talking, and have had a vacant look all the time you've been licking your lips. What were you thinking about? My dick? Were you thinking about the first time I fucked you?” I looked at him, gave a sheepish smile and answered "Yeah, that was exactly what I was thinking.” He rubbed his cock some more then pulled the waist band down and his cock popped out. “Why don’t you get down there and get reacquainted with my dick?" I took my shirt off, got on my knees, pulled his shorts all the way off, he spread his legs, I got between them and licked the head of his cock. A little precum formed on the tip, I licked it up and started sucking on his dick. I was enjoying the feeling of his dick slipping between my lips, sliding across my tongue, burying my nose in his pubes. Gary grabbed my head and started face fucking me for a short time, he stopped I buried his cock in my throat, vacuum sucking his cock. He slid his hands down my back, stopping at my ass, grabbing each cheek and squeezing. Quietly he ordered me to unbutton my shorts. I pulled off his cock, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts then resumed sucking his dick. His hands slid under my shorts caressing my butt, his fingers deftly playing with my crack causing a long moan to escape me. "It's time for your ass to welcome my cock," Gary commented. With that he pulled me off his cock and gestured for me to stand, drop my shorts, and follow him into the bedroom. Once there I turned to kiss him, made a grab for his shirt to take it off, he slapped my hand away and chuckled saying “That’s for later.” Weird, but then he pushed me back on the bed and we started making out again so I forgot it. His hard cock pressed against me, he started a rhythmic rocking motion, I spread my legs and bent my knees up, causing his cock to start sliding up my crack giving him access to my ass. Gary looked into my eyes and asked "You ready for me to fuck you, to slide my bare hard cock into your body, to share my special gift, to make you part of me forever?” "Oh, fuck yeah, Gary. I want you in my ass. I want you to fuck me.” He grabbed the insides of my knees, pushed them back toward my head, I reached up and held them for him as he smeared some lube on his cock and my hole. He lined his hard, bare cock with my hole and pushed in causing both of us to moan, he feed me half his cock, pulled out then slid back in, deeper, repeated until he was balls deep in my ass. “My precum is coating your guts, making it slippery for the ass pounding I am going to give you. I'll keep thrusting until my cock explodes in you, spreading my DNA to you, giving you that special gift.” He was fucking me all the while, his cock sliding in and out of my guts. He put my legs on his shoulders and really started fucking me, changing his speed from short rabbit thrusts to long slow deep penetration to an all out assault on my hole. We were both cover in sweat his shirt sticking to him, said he was getting really close, then he growled and started rabbit fucking again, I felt his cock swell, he made several quick thrusts followed by a hard lunge, more quick thrusts and hard lunge as his cock was exploding deep in my guts. He laid on top of me, I could feel his heart beating, his spent cock still inside me, stayed hard. He smiled, kissed me remarking "That's round one. I can definitely keep fucking," and with that he resumed fucking me, his cock making squishing noise as he slid in on the first load he had deposited in my ass. He pulled out, grabbed my hips and twisted, I rolled over on all fours, assumed the position head down, ass up. Gary slid back in, fucking his first load deep into my guts, reading my mind he said “I am forcing my DNA babies into your guts with every thrust of my cock, my gift will find a home in you; you will carry me with you forever.” He began pounding my ass harder than the first time, he didn’t vary his tempo this time, he just kept at it. He started slowing down, pulled out and told me to get on my back, I flipped over, spread my legs pulling them up, he grabbed my ankles and started thrusting again, more urgent, more intense like he was on a mission. He asked if I wanted his load again, I said yes. With that he pulled off his sweat soaked shirt, resumed fucking, that is when I noticed a biohazard symbol on his left pec and a scorpion on his right. The scorpion had a red drop coming from the stinger. I knew what those represented, Gary saw my look, smiled and said I told you I wanted to give you my gift, you spread your legs giving me access to your ass, letting me bare fuck you, besides it is too late. With the first fuck I tore you up. I saw blood on my cock, so I know my DNA is already invading your body." I just stared at him, many emotions flashed past in an instant but I was feeling his cock sliding in and out my ass, his handsome face glistening with sweat, I gave in to the fuck, accepted what had happened and let Gary make me one with him. A few minutes later he dropped his second charged load in my ass.

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This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626

I was looking for something to do Christmas Eve. The whole family was away, and I was bored almost to tears. Started checking out the sites and came across a really hot guy online. His profile pics were hot and his stats were great. 5' 10" 150 pounds, muscular build, 8"cut fat cock. Oh, so great looking. Best thing was he was online and looking also. We started chatting and agreed he would come over and have a drink and we would go from there. About an hour later he was coming in my door and looking every bit as hot as his pics. We had a couple of drinks and talked a bit. It wasn't long though before our clothes were coming off. He moved in on me and kissed me and ground his hips into mine. His cock had been about half erect to start with and it didn't take long before it was up and looking even better than the pics. Mine was about 7" but looked small beside his. I was really starting to enjoy this. A few minutes later and we were in the bedroom and rolling around on the bed. I should mention that I only do safe sex and had lube and a condom laying out on the bedside table and ready. I slowly went down across that marvelous chest, sucking on each nipple and then across his hard packed stomach and soon was nibbling on the head of that beauty of a cock. I wet it and started to slowly take it in, little by little, till I had my lips against his stomach and balls. Heaven. After a few minutes of this and him playing with my ass. He got the lube from the table and started rimming me and then lubing my hole up good. My ass was tingling in anticipation. He started to run his fingers in and out and all around my hole opening my up. I was shaking, it felt so good. I grabbed the condom and opened it myself and put it on him. I noticed as I did this though that he kind of had a frown on his face, but hey, got to play safe and I hadn't asked his status at all. After making sure it was on good, I turned around on all 4s and he stuck a couple of fingers in me again for a bit to make sure I was open and ready. Seemed like an eternity, as I wanted that big cock in me and he didn't disappoint at all and rammed it home in one swoop. It hurt like hell that fast but felt great also. He started slow then with nice easy strokes in and out. I could hardly breathe as it felt so good. As he went on he got faster and harder and if possible deeper. My ass was clenching and unclenching with the pleasure of that hammering he was giving me. After about a good 30 minutes of this he started even faster and his breathing go harsher. I knew he was getting close and I was too. Then my own cock twitched and spurted my cum all over my sheets without being touched. Oh man that was so fine. Then I did a couple of really deep, hard thrusts and I knew he was cumming. Just as he drove his cock deep one last time and grunted, he reached over my shoulder and dropped the condom in front of my face and said in my ear, " Merry Christmas, I hope you like my GIFT." I looked back over my shoulder and he was grinning at me and said, "Yes, I am poz and just gave you a special gift for Christmas."

Hey, Started having gay sex about 2 months ago and it was bareback. Ever since then, all I can think about is taking loads. I’m talking all the time. After having sex with 2 guys on GRINDR I had my first gangbang with about 8 guys - all bareback. I had another gangbang last weekend and have been hooking up with about 5 guys every week through GRINDR or BBRT. It’s almost like the more loads I take, the more I want, and it keeps escalating. I’m worried about what will happen when COVID ends, because I keep on researching Cumunion, MAL, and the US horse festival (want to be the one in the red hood), and I don’t think I can control it. I’m on PREP and have my vaccinations, and I love the feeling of being a submissive slut and having my holes filled and pumped with cum. But, this seems out of control. Has this happened to anyone else? Thoughts? Lucas

It seemed like a long time before dad and I had another adventure. Finding time when both dad and I were alone with mom not around was never easy. But then one night after dinner, she decided to go visit her mother. I remember Dad very vividly that night as he sat at the dinner table. He sorta picked at his food, claiming he wasn't very hungry but in reality, he just knew he didn't want to get fucked on a full stomach. She was out of the house by six, and though we didn't know how long she would be gone exactly, we figured we had around two hours at best. Dad took me by the hand and said let's go. He walked up the bedroom stairs towards my room and i followed. First , he kicked off his shoes. He turned to me and pulled off his t shirt. I just watched. It was still new and exciting to me and just watching him strip out of his clothes was exciting. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down, his white fruit of the looms coming down in one pull. Stepping out of them until he was totally naked, standing in front of me. Take you clothes off he said to me. I was out of my shorts and t shirt in seconds and after looking me over from head to toe, he stepped closer and hugged our bodies together. Skin touching skin... dick touching dick.....He brushed my hair out of my eyes, and kissed me deep. Chills raced thru my body and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I just can't control myself he said . He dropped to my knees and put my hard cock in his mouth. He took it deep... then alternating from sucking to licking.... all the way down to my balls He knew my cock wouldnt last long so without too much time going by, he told me he wanted me inside him again. He quickly laid down on my bed. face down. He took some of his own spit and placed it on his fingers and then into his hole. I gave him some more spit with a direct spit from my mouth to his hole. Then rubbed it in with the head of my dick. I pushed my dick and weight into dad until i was laying on top of him. It felt so good, so right to be exploring his body with mine. It didn't take long as predicted and I was soon pumping my load into his ass once again. I rolled over and next to him, I sat quietly. Then I asked him something.. So dad... I never thought you would ... you know.. be like me...I thought I was really the only one that liked guys and cock and cum........So many more than you realize he replied. You interested in going to the xxx theater again son? he asked I nodded. Let's see if we can sneak away again one day next week.

I fully support Spunks post RawTop. I have been silently following this topic and tbh, pretty disappointed with a lot of negative responses on the borders of threats and intimidation. Its your site, you and the moderators work so hard, we dont contribute in anyway with payment to be part of the site, so bollocks to it, just make the changes, thanks for the consultation but you cant please everyone. Thanks for the work you do RT.

This is patently untrue. Women-Only spaces excluding transwomen is such an issue that there us even a term for it: TERF - trans exclusionary radical feminist. You may have seen that word applied to JKRowling.

That's pretty much how Pig Week is: 10 days of sex parties. I easily have a between 150 and 200 partners dur the event. It is made for us gluttonous sexual athletes

Im just curious about what your intended goal or ideal desired effect of these new restrictions would be? Are you simply hoping to redefine and be clear about the content displayed within this site? Or is your goal to make a statement and pass judgement on this sort of content whether it be here or elsewhere? I can understand and respect feeling a need to err on the side of caution from the perspective of a site owner wanting to be socially responsible. But as a reader of content I will always maintain that I am perfectly capable of deciding for myself where to draw the line between fantasy and reality. I have never and will never appreciate being "protected" from content that my fragile little mind might read in a fiction and then when I am dying from being incredibly stupid I will be sure to blame unregulated access to too much content. Personally I wish you would allow for the fiction section to operate with minimal restrictions and keep your morally gray judgement and rather arbitrary lines drawn to the nonfiction section. The condemnation of this but not that falls a bit flat. Could you perhaps find a comprimise or be open to alternative solutions to displace and archive some of the existing content rather than just unilateral deletion of these stories. Stories that the authors worked hard on. Content that brought readers back to your site over and over . Some stories I have come back and reread half a dozen times. These stories have contributed alot of site traffic and it seems kind of disrespectful to just delete them. I am curious to hear how the authors feel about this?

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

Don't worry, there'll be more action in the next chapter, just trying to figure out how I want Jake and Brian's first time to go down.

There is a hot poz top near me that I really want to play with. He uses T a lot (from what he has told me) & likes hairy otters. I totally wanna have sex with him. He is just so wary about my negative status....

I’m fine with an all male space— but trans men are men and should be welcome. Additionally, I’ve gone to gay sex events with trans men in attendance. It’s really no different don’t over think it. That’s a dude.

Can't wait to go back to the clubs and be a total cumdump

Here’s the difficulty I run into with that - I can never see a Top’s load as garbage. Every load is precious, like gold. Loads aren’t something that one should be just throwing into the garbage can as though they had no value. I can easily understand myself being an unworthy vessel to take the load if that’s how the Top sees me, but not that the load itself is somehow worthless. The analogy breaks down for me at that point.

Some tops do say “thank you” after they’ve pulled out of of my ass and are pulling up their pants. I stay in position ass up and not looking at them, waiting for them to exit. I never respond to the thank you, as their sperm in me and that they’ve enjoyed themselves is thank you enough for me. But if they want to say something to me that’s up to them. Most tops after breeding me just slap my ass, pull up their pants and leave w/o a word. All good by me.

I was stuck in a bad hookup — no chemistry and I drove him to my home! I’m in the midst of wondering how to end this and get him the $&@#* outta my house. That’s when he asks if I’m into role play. Naively I replied YES! ”I’ve been getting into clowns lately.” He bends down to his backpack and pulls out a red nose from Walgreens, pushing it onto my nose while exclaiming “BOOP!”. I am not amused. he slams his dick in my ass and yells, “ACT LIKE A CLOWN.” At this point I’m lost...my only frame of reference is Ronald McDonald & Bozo, but I don’t have the hair for either nor 6 buckets nor 6 ping pong balls. He yells the order again, to which I respond angrily: “ACT LIKE A CARNY!” He’s caught off guard and his cock slips out. “What’s a carny?” he asks. End scene. The Lyft couldn’t have arrived fast enough.

Having a large shower I decided once to try honey for gunge play. I bought two of the largest containers I could find. It was fun. A few times got my boy naked and we completely slathered ourselves in honey and then fucked. Sticky. Sweet. I’d do it again. But here’s what I learned . . . covering both of us head to toe took about a half cup of honey! It goes a long way. And here I’d bought a lifetime supply, it turned out!!! I also gifted a friend once with four big bottles of jlube powder (which also goes a long way) because we talked about filling a baby pool with jlube at one of his events. I moved away, and never got to try it. Once at my old farm during a warm fall rain, I went out in some construction-related mud, got naked, covered myself in it, and masturbated. I NEED TO DO MORE OF THAT, especially with bb fucking involved!

This site use to be a place where I felt free to express myself in any way I could. Now it just seems like its controlled and monitored to the point where its not fun anymore. You might as well sell the site to Zuckerberg so he can add it on as a facebook extenesion or facebook app. But hey, I bet the site is safe enough for apple to allow it as a iOS app now. Just saying

I really can't believe what I'm reading. I understand that some policies must be in place to protect the site and it's community. This is your site and you can do whatever you want with but I think you are making a mistake. Choosing to get infected with HIV is not something a mentally stable person would ever choose. This site serves many purposes, some that are helpful to the community, and some that allow people to explore the darker side of life. Banning STDs and AIDs fetishes will only drive people away from this site. If you really want to protect the community, then close the backroom. Otherwise, you are only being a judgmental hypocrite. The world is a scary stressful place and it is only natural that there would be an increase in self-destructive behavior. Please embrace the idea of harm reduction by giving people a place to explore fantasies while only getting involved when someone goes outside what is legally acceptable or is directly affecting someone in the community. If you continue to restrict this site, people will just go somewhere else and this site will go the way so many other sites have gone. Already I have seen the number of new story posts drop. This feels exactly like tumblr banning porn and pornhub banning amatuer content. You can't save the world through censorship.

But that's not at all what's happening in the (rapidly multiplying) stories and posts he's targeting here. detailed and highly eroticized imagery around gono, syphilis, etc. down to the pus. That's not a public service announcement. The principle problem, however, are instances where people are encouraged by others to never go on meds and let HIV becomes AIDS and have that be what kills them. There's arguable liability there (Commonwealth v Carter) for the person making the encouragement. Right now the site most likely enjoys technical protection afforded providers who are not responsible for content, but this site also makes an extremely unsympathetic figure and an easy target - technical protection wouldn't be enough to survive the kind of scrutiny. And the site admin also has to be able to sleep at night, so he gets to set boundaries. Playing devils advocate (RawTop please forgive me here), if the admin were so inclined, I'd recommend putting the fiction or posting with STI, AIDS chasing, and death fetish into it's own category. The way it's mixed in now, a lot of us are mid-wank and discover the author takes a sharp left hand turn into pus oozing from cocks and have to start over lol.

We finally had all the snow and ice melt here in Dallas and was a nice warm day yesterday getting up into the low 70s. I was out on the biking/jogging trail near me wearing just nylon basketball shorts and had my shirt off, seeing if guys were interested. Managed to hook up with two guys. First was this hot blonde kid jogging by shirtless, nice defined body. He clearly was checking me out so played with my cock through my shorts to see if he was interested. He circled back and we chatted a little and took it down into the concrete creek bed nearby. Started out sucking him and told him I was down for him to fuck me. He asked for condoms and lube but said I didn’t have any and was cool for taking him raw. He went for it but checked to make sure I was cool for him cumming inside me, told him I was and he blasted his seed in me. I asked him if he wanted it, he did but wasn’t sure about me cumming inside him, so told him I’d pull out to cum. I could tell he was super nervous and he admitted he didn’t usually let guys fuck him bare. His ass was nice and tight and I was close to cumming in no time. I pulled out to spurt my first pulse on his ass and quickly shoved my cock back in him to drain the last few spurts inside him. Normally I work more precum in a guy but at least I got to shoot some of my load in him and he seemed fine that I’d pulled out like I said I would. I kept stroking in him working up to a second load and again pulled out to cum, this time spurting more on his ass before sliding back in again. He laughed about it joking I was horny as fuck and I admitted I was. i was back on the trail after that and saw a cute chubbier Latino boy shirtless sitting on a stone. We chatted a little bit and I was direct about wanting to get fucked. He was down with that and we went down in the concrete creek bed nearby and he showed off his nice thick uncut cock. He didn’t mind I’d already been fucked and quickly pumped two loads balls deep in me before taking a load from me. I loved that he went for it no questions and didn’t care I’d already been bred raw...guessing he’s a nasty raunchy pig like me who just takes loads, no questions asked.

No good deed goes unpunished. It was a rough fuckin' night. The streets were being pounded with thick sheets of rain and I'd managed to get soaked through running to cover under the bus stop shelter. It was empty but for a smartly-dressed middle aged guy. As most people do, he initially avoided my eyes when I entered the shelter, so I took a seat on the hard steel bar and looked out at the rain. It didn't look good for me. While the rain might stop, there would likely be a biting chill, and that could spell real trouble for a guy walking the streets soaked with rain. I must have looked as bleak as I felt because the man seated at the other end of the bench looked-up at me and asked "You okay?" I was surprised, and aroused when I met his eyes. He had a square face with large grey eyes spaced perfectly under thick black brows. He had black and grey stubble that I immediately imagined scratching my asshole while he tongued me. My cock was starting to thicken, but I kept my face neutral, approachable even. I smiled at him and replied "I'm good. A little wet, maybe, but what can you do?" "You got anywhere to sleep this evening?" My options were limited. The guy I stayed with on nights like this was out of town. We had a gentleman's agreement for bad nights like this: I'd clear my ass out and take as many loads as he wanted to throw into me. Sadly though, business called and he'd fucked off for a few days. I missed him a little when he left. I'd only fucked pussy before he pozzed me, but it was ruined for me now. Sex for me was dumping my toxic swimmers into a hairy, healthy hole. Unless he was charging me up with his poison wad, that is. There was one other guy I stayed with from time to time. I stayed away whenever I had the choice. True, I got to fuck his hole in exchange for a bed, but the guy was pure fem and always made me wear a condom. He'd made it clear after one 'mishap' that if I ever stealthed him I'd never get the bed again. Or his hole. But who gave a shit? "Looks like this is my hotel for the evening." I said, laughing as I gestured to the filthy shelter around us. "What about the shelter on Park street?" The homeless shelter which had kicked me out after they'd found out who was deliberately spreading the gift around. Not that they had to look around for long. I don't look very healthy, you see. Meds for me were something I wouldn't take even if I could. I got a sick joy from loading up some poor hole with my gift. My gift that could change the recipient's life forever. "Too late in the night. They closed the doors a few hours ago." We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes while he thought something through and I discretely tried to see the shape of cock through his trousers. I could only see the curve of a fat head. "You can't sleep here. You just can't." I moulded my face into an expression of surprise, careful not to let the grin inside show on my face. At least I wouldn't have to call on the fem. The bus ride was quiet enough. And brief. Within twenty minutes we were at the door of an apartment building by which I had often passed. It was one of the nicer spots in the city - all fresh paint and polished windows. Bill, (as he identified himself on the bus ride), the Samaritan, entered a code on the box outside the door and we took an elevator up three floors and walked to the door to his home. As we entered the apartment I was taken aback. The space inside was huge and open plan, the type of apartment I'd thought only existed in TV sitcoms. Before either of us said a word, a loud beeping came from Bill's coat. He pulled an electronic pager from his pocket, glanced at the screen and swore, saying "Fuck. Fuck. Listen, I'll have to go." My heart sank. No way would he let me stay here unsupervised. "Is it bad?" I asked. He shrugged. "They don't call me on my nights off when it's not." "So you're a doctor?" He nodded, distracted before calling out, "Graham!" A young man appeared from a doorway. He was young, maybe 18 or 19. He had the same dark brows as his father but he wore his own black hair longer, shaggy and unkempt. He also had stubble on his face that he looked to be growing into a beard. "Yeah, Dad?" he asked, pausing to look at me, the soaked, skinny and clearly not healthy homeless guy who stood shivering next to his Father. "Graham, this is Don. He'll be staying in the guest room tonight. Show him to the shower and fix him a meal, will you?" The boy looked very confused but nodded. Bill nodded towards another room and they both left to talk in private. Clearly the doctor wasn't happy about leaving me here with his son but it didn't look like he'd let that reverse his act of kindness. I've been told that I give off a good, friendly vibe. It's something I've cultivated over the years. When Bill left, Graham and I stood facing each other in silence. Then, he shyly showed me to the bathroom. It was as nice as the rest of the place, white tiles and soft towels hanging from racks. I took a piss and hopped into the shower. My cock had been tucked into the waistband of my torn jeans and now bobbed in the air as I soaped myself and thought about the young piece of ass I'd been left alone with. The shower was an electric one, the kind that made a humming noise while it was on. I didn't switch it off, and after drying myself I sneaked out of the bathroom to get a better look around without Graham following me. I walked through the huge living room and caught the muffled sound. It was a very familiar sound to me. It was the sound of man-ass getting fucked. I crept closer to the noise and found the room, door slightly ajar. Just under the noise I heard the panting breaths of Graham as he tugged on his prick. I grinned to myself and took advantage. I swung the door inward. "Graham, could you tell me where...." Graham looked shocked. He jumped up from his seat and snapped the laptop shut. The wet sound of fucking carried on for a moment before shutting off. He struggled to find something to say while he zipped up his pants. I stepped close and took his hand, pushing it back down and reopening the zipper. Inside, I saw no underwear but a generous bush of thick hair that made my cock strain against my jeans. "What are you...?" I reached in and grabbed his shaft. It was thick. Not so long but thick and mapped with veins. I felt his heartbeat through the contact and before he could say anything I started to jack him. "Open your laptop" I snapped, and somewhat surprisingly he did. After a second or so the video resumed. The boy was into older men, it seemed, which suited me fine. I had about 20 years on him. Bareback porn too, I noticed. How appropriate. "You ever suck cock?" I asked. He shook his head. I smiled. "Time for a lesson." I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down. While he stared at my crotch I unzipped and pushed my raging, thick nine-incher to his lips. He let it rest there before looking up at me. He was obviously taking in my face, slightly drawn from the lack of meds over the years and the cold, hungry look in my eyes. "I don't...I mean, I don't even know you." "You don't need to," I said before pushing my cock harder against his lips. He opened his mouth and gave it an experimental lick. I took the opportunity to ram my shaft deep into his gullet. He immediately started to gag hard on the meat. The spasming muscles of his throat worked my meat for a moment before I pulled out, afraid he'd vomit. His face was tear-streaked from his gagging, so I lifted him up and told him to strip me. He was uncertain. "Look", I said. "You're gay." He winced at that, which interested me. "You're gay and you've never had cock. I'm here to change that for you but if you really don't want to play with another dick instead of looking it all up online, we could pretend this didn't happen." He leaned in to kiss me then, but my hand was on his chest, pushing him back, saying "You know exactly where those lips should go." He nodded and got again to his knees. As I pumped into his mouth he was battling against his gag reflex. Spit flowed from his mouth and warmed my swollen balls. I sighed in pleasure. This was not exactly how I thought the night was gonna go, but young ass has always been my favourite kind of ass to infect. "C'mon, deeper." I was testing to see how far he'd push himself to please me. He pushed himself down on my cock. His eyes were wide and bugging with the effort of fighting back the gagging. I pulled out and smiled at my slick, stiff dick, bouncing in the air and trailing saliva from the tip. Wordless, I led him to the bed and fell on my back, legs raised. He looked at my hole with desire, opened a drawer and took out a tube of hand cream. He squeezed some onto his cock. I laughed and asked "The fuck's that for?" He flushed and stammered that the thought I was asking him to fuck me. Again I laughed explaining "Boys like you don't fuck hole, they eat it. Get your face in there." He hesitantly walked over and got to his knees. "I don't think...." I cut him off. "If you watched gay porn. You've seen ass-eating, right?" The edge of impatience in my voice made him swallow his protests. He looked at my asshole with uncertainty before moving so close I could feel his breath against it. I felt the tip of his tongue touch my pink. I grabbed him by the hair and forced his face between the cheeks of my hairy ass. "Lick it!" He did. He licked around my hole while his stubble scratched my skin and sent jolts of pleasure to my painfully hard dick. "Get your fucking tongue in there." He made a noise of disgust but he did it. His tongue speared my opening, pushing it in as deep as he could. I could hear the wet sounds of him jacking his shaft. He worked my hole for a while, long past when he started to complain about a sore jaw and numb tongue. My selective hearing didn't pick it up at the time and he obviously didn't want to hear me speak to him with that mean edge again. I lifted his head from my ass and speared it again on my dick for a few more moments of throat massage. I got up then, still with my cock engulfed before pulling it out and hurling him onto the bed. Behind us, the screen of his laptop showed a fist disappear into the hole of a bottom who roared with the pleasure. Oh, I had much to teach this kid. He lay where I'd thrown him, not daring to move. He looked-up at me, a worried expression on his face. I confirmed his fears (and excitement) when I announced "Yes, I'm going to fuck you, and yes, you're going to let me. You want this cock?" He looked at my dick with a mix of desire and naked fear. He nodded. "Great. On your back, like I was." For his own sake, the hand cream really should have been swapped out for lube. There was some friction between the cream and my hand when I gave myself a few tugs. I decided to be generous and stretch him out a little before I slid my prick home. I covered a few fingers in hand cream and slid them in. It was a tight squeeze, and he winced but I'd imagined he'd be tighter. When my fingers came out clean, I smiled at him. "What did you have up your ass today?" He blushed, and his shame was fucking hot to see. He nodded to a corner of the room where he'd left a butt plug and a douche. They stood on a shelf in his closet. "I really didn't have to bother with these then, did I?" I said, showing him my fingers. "Now, look at me." He looked up into my eyes, his own full of arousal and still that fear. I pushed the head against his opening and worked it through until I felt it pass the sphincter. His moan was mainly that of pain, albeit pain mixed with pleasure and surprise. "Wait! Do you have a rubber on you?" I looked down at him. "Hell, no. Don't be so fuckin' stupid, kid. Of course not!" With that I sunk the remainder of my cock into his ass. It felt like my cock was being strangled by the tightness of his insides. Graham had his eyes closed in concentration, willing himself to take the pain that would hopefully turn into pleasure any time now. When I was fully embedded, I held myself for a moment and took the scene in. The hot young man under me was trying to look unaffected by the pain, but if my dick was sore you can bet his hole was in worse shape. I thrust, though and he closed his eyes and gasped in unmistakable pleasure. It was a gentle, experimental thrust to gauge his limits. He took it well. I pulled my cock out until only the head was inside. I thrust back, hard. This elicited a loud yelp from Graham but I scarcely heard him. I tore my dick loose and rammed it home again. When I fuck, I fuck to cum (obviously), and what makes me come was stabbing at an asshole like a fuckin' maniac until I'm ready to spill my gift into those lucky guts. Graham's yelp had turn into one long moan that lilted with every thrust of my hips. The boy was a natural whore. I looked around the room as I fucked, and saw a picture on a shelf of Graham, wearing a graduation cap and gown, standing between two men. The man beaming on Graham's left was his father, Bill. To the right was a broadly smiling, sandy-haired stranger. "Your Dad's pretty fuckin' hot, isn't he?" Graham said nothing, just kept moaning. "Did you wonder what his hole tasted like when you were eating mine?" He looked up now, confused. "That your teacher in the picture with you? Bet you wanted his load too, you fuckin' slut." "That's...aaah! That's my Dad's ex-boyfriend." My cock went wild at the words. I lowered myself until my face was an inch from his. I was covered in sweat from breaking in the virgin hole. "Your Dad likes cock? Is that what you're telling me?" He nodded, barely able to concentrate on my words. "You think he'd like mine?" Graham squirmed. "I...don't...." "Forget it. Final question: I'm HIV positive and I'm about to cum. You want us to stop fucking?" He made a weird high sound but shook his head "Don't stop", he breathed, adding "Don't fucking stop." "Your call, kid," I commented with the grin of a shark. With a roar I punched my cock into him as hard as I could time after time until I felt my balls draw up and my hot cum fly out and burn a poisonous trail up into his innards. He whimpered as he reached down to pound his own load out. I made sure to keep my dick inside him. I wanted that poz load to stay inside for as long as I could. When I got soft I'd use the plug to keep it where it belonged. "Pretty good for your first time, kid." I said, still deep inside his ass. Graham was a sweating mess, and the lazy smile he threw me froze on his face as his mind registered what he allowed me to do to him. I inserted the butt plug into him and led him into the living room area. He fucked off to make me food, wordlessly and obviously in shock after what had happened. While I waited for dinner, my eyes wandered to a photo on a bookshelf, this time one with only two people. Bill and Graham smiling at the fountain in Rome. "Graham!" I called. "Uh, y-yes" he answered from the kitchen. "Your Dad like to take it up his hole?" "I don't...uh...." "Never mind, just get my fuckin' food. I'll find out for myself." I said the last part low, and decided to have a load ready for when Daddy got back. If I had my way (and I usually did) Dr. Bill would have an ass full of my virus before I left this place. He and his son would have a whole lot more in common, and with my help, he'd find a new fuck-buddy a lot closer to home than he could know.

So, I'm 18 and its graduation day, 1978. And I'm sitting home... alone. No parties to go to, no friends to hang out.. Kind of been like that for a few years now. I know I'm gay but not acting on it. Instead, its countless hours of porn, usually straight porn, or an occasional playgirl magazine that I pick up at the same time I pick up the Playboy or Penthouse. But I know I like cock, and my j/o sessions are usually to movies that show a guys dick or ass, or a wresting match on tv, or even a repeat episode of Batman. But today, on my graduation day, I'm feeling really bummed and feeling like nothing will get me out of my funk. So Dad sees me moping around the house, and decides its time to do something to cheer me up.. Let's go for a ride he says, and even though the thought sounds horrible I agree. Kinda the typical quiet ride I usually have with Dad until we are near the destination of his choice and then he fills me in.. You need to do something fun, something wild, something stupid today.. and I'm gonna help make that happen he says.. Not something you'll want to share with Mom unless of course you want to kill herself and have her kill me in the same hour he adds.. I'm a little more interested than before and I listen more closely . He tells me how he knows I like to steal his porno magazines and based on the left over tissues in my bedroom and the countless hours i'm in there with the door locked, he knows that I'm doing what every boy and man does. masturbate as often as possible. Part of me is shocked, embarrassed, and yet theres also a part of me that has woken up inside.. At the moment I can't believe my dad is talking about this stuff with me but he has my full attention. Then he says we're going to go to the xxx porno theater for a movie or two. Now, I've seen the ads in the newspaper , right there along the ads for Grease and Saturday Night Fever, ads for xxx movies such as Debbie Does Dallas or Taboo. I always dreamed of seeing one, but figured maybe over the summer one night, certainly not going there together with my dad. Then I think I threw out one question after another to him. 1. Have you been here before Dad? ( Yup, many times) 2. Does Mom know ( No, sometimes, a guy has just got to get away for some alone time) 3. Whats it like inside ( just like a movie theater, but dark, so dark when you walk in, you can't see a thing) 4. Will it be crowded ( never packed, but there will be lots of guys in there, all spread out in the theater, walking around, standing in the back) 5 .Umm.. Dad when I look at magazines and stuff, I usually j/o. What do I do here? (just pretend you are at home, behind your closed door, no one cares here, everyone does the same thing) 6. You do that here too Dad? ( yup, like I said before sometimes you just got to get away for some alone time) And then I get quiet.. and we pull into the parking lot.. and my heart is pounding.. like its never pounded before. Dad parks the car and we get out. I walk two steps behind him as we walk up to the window.. Two tickets please.. and we walk in...Then Dad pulls open the theater door and we walk in to a sea of darkness.

Strange request I know, but could someone from here please tag my username here on this thread. There is a logical reason behind my request. I shall be back later at somepoint today all going well. Thank you.

I been a total cumdump for over 5 yrs now.....so definitely know what comes with it and I'm ok with it forsure.....its just sometimes it puts me out of commission at times....and that's the worst part about the hole thing I guess. Thanx for all the replys guys

Yeah, yeah, I'm a n00b and all that, but my $0.02. I'm not following the logic. This site is dedicated to a self-destructive fetish. There are literally zero upsides to being HIV+ unless you buy into the argument that it takes the "when will I become poz because of my self-destructive behavior" mental load away. With PrEP readily available to most people, there's no reason to become accidentally poz in theory. The comment that "it's the bottom's fault that he got stealthed and infected because he should have been on PrEP" is untenable. If someone tells a top to wear a condom and the top sabotages it, that is sexual assault (legally) and indefensible morally. Guys deliberately or indifferently infecting their spouses are the same. There are threads in the straight sub where females are being deliberately exposed by their spouses. Does the spouse know that they're taking a risk by taking bareback loads? 100%. Do they know the level of risk? If their spouse is deliberately picking poz partners for them, 100% not. If someone gives you a revolver and tells you there's only one bullet in the chamber, maybe you spin the cylinder and take a chance. If you're told that there's one bullet and there's actually 5 or 6, that's completely different. This poll suggests that more people on this site--again, dedicated to the fetish--find the negatives of being poz outweigh the positives or actively wish that they hadn't contracted HIV. An even larger amount agree there are negatives. Less than one-third "love being poz." Yes, antiretroviral drugs are a lifesaver, but they're not without side effects and sticking to the regimen isn't always easy. And those drugs do nothing for other STDs. If you're barebacking, you're gonna get everything eventually. But apparently it's OK to kink shame that, but not chasing HIV. So contrast that with STDs. Like HIV--and unlike love--herpes and HPV are forever. And the latter is linked to cancer. Herpes is exceptionally common (roughly 13% of the human population age 15 to 49). HPV? Basically everyone has it, though fortunately the vaccine should change that. Gonorrhea is common and curable. Ditto syphilis. In a healthy society, no one actively chases. We assuredly don't live in a healthy society. But to say "my unhealthy kink is acceptable but yours is not" is hypocritical, not unlike a skydiver telling a motorcyclist that riding is stupid. Your site, your call, but I think you're creating management headaches for yourself and drawing a differentiation that doesn't exist.

Isn't this kinda cancel culturey, and is that considered woke? The dreary purist trends here in the US are censoruous and retrograde, though the pendulum inevitably swings both ways. Inoffensive sleaze seems like an oxymoron.

It was a tattoo. And I knew perfectly well what it meant. He was POZ. I had seen the tattoo many times in porn, but never in real life. And now I had my face up a muscular black man's ass, rimming him deep as his boyfriend commanded me to do. What could I do? I wanted to become a cumdump, and to follow through the plan i had put together with Michael, but the possibility of getting pozzed had never crossed my mind. I know it sounds stupid - being a cumdump, especially a no loads refused cumdump means a lot of risk. But I honestly had not considered it. Now I fas face down in this ass, just a few inches away from the mark of this risk. nd why does guys take a tattoo, broadcasting their status? Only reason i could think of was pride. This man was incredibly hot. Muscular as hell, black beautiful skin, huge amazing cock - I could imagine him being popular at parties. Both as top and bottom. And after many years as a popular guy in the gay sex scene, he would eventually catch the bug. And to show that he had reached the ultimate level of sex, he tattooed it above his hole. Guys seing this tattoo wouldnt think of the virus, they would think of the sleazy, horny, muacular, piggy, verbal, cum-hungry, deep-fucking man standing in front of them. The tattoo is an immediate sign of pigginess, which i of course attractive to other pigs. So I was weirdly turned on by the tattoo, just wondering how many cocks had been inside this hole I was rimming. How many loads had been shot deep inside it? And how many assholes had his huge cock penetrated? How many men had it unloaded in? How many times had it been inside a guy together with another cock, DP-ing? or with a fist? The obvious answer to these questions were high numbers, ant it made me fucking horny. I really enjoyed eating his ass. Michael had noticed that I had noticed the tattoo. "Oh, yeah. Did I not tell? Peter is POZ. You know what that means?" he asked me. "Yes, sir, I do. He is a sleazy pig." "Thats right. This sleazy pig introduced me to the game of breeding back in the days when I was in my early twenties. He made me love cock, love cum and love to pass on my own cum." He said, leaning in and kissing Peter. "And Michael was a good student. He learned quickly how to please a top, and how to use a bottom well and thorough." Peter added. THey were making out, sending horny grins my way. Peter continued: "Well, and now its your turn. Later tonight you will get both our loads, Michael and mine. Theyre both POZ, so dont worry, you will have lot of toxic cum inside you." "I promise, the verbal action Peter will have with you when he comes will make you want it so much. He is a true master of verbal breeding. He has met Damien Silver more than once, you know the porn star?" Michael asked me. "No, sir, i dont know him. Sorry." I had to admit.. "okay, youve really missed out on something. Ill show you sometime. Anyway, Peter and Damien both are amazing at both begging for cum, and making guys do it. Its fantastic to have them breed your hole" I was already forgetting about the whole poz thing. Their faces when they talked, their stunning bodies, their horny grins - it all just made me want to stay there, get bred and have their loads. And eventually learn to serve even more guys. We continued swapping between different positions, and Michael and Peter took turns using my hole. They fucked me with blindfold, with heavy EDM on headphones on my ears, bound to the bed, and used toys. They really worked their way through different possible scenarios that men could wish for when using a whore. After many hours Michael looked deep into my eyes: "Well, feeling like a slut, boy?" "Yes, sir. I wanna be your slut. I wanna be Peter's slut. I wanna be everyone's slut." "Thats great! That means you've reached next lever of sleazy sex." Peter responded. "Ready for our toxic loads?" _____

Hi there! I completely understand what you’re going through. I have just had to get creative. People are still on the gay chat sites and some are willing to come over at a moment’s notice, so I may drain their cocks down my throat in our bed while my husband is running an errand or working at the gym. It’s usually with good friends of ours who enjoy playing around with me on the sly. It gets hotter and hotter coming up with new ways as well as new people to do it with.

Somethin's Burning Work had slowed down a bit and I was just sifting through the morning's emails when my phone dinged. The notification was from the pharmacy that my prescription was ready for pickup. It kept distracting me through the rest of the day. I kept thinking "Should I pick it up? Forget about it for a few days, weeks or months?" and finally decided on just leaving it sit there for a few days. What a few days those turned out to be. All hell broke loose and the protests, a few of which I was in, turned to riots. The peace and quiet of the past few months was gone. When the violence subsided a couple weeks later and things started to get back to normal, I remembered my meds and called the pharmacy. My call got automatically transferred to another store a couple miles away. After finding out that my local place was in ruins and all the prescriptions had been reassigned to other nearby stores, I asked how soon the 'script would be ready. It took a little while but they told me I could pick it up in a couple days. Two days later, I got a notification that it was ready for pickup. "Might as well combine two things and jog over to the pharmacy" I thought. I took a long lunch and headed downstairs dressed for a run, but also brought half of the stuff in my wallet to deal with the pharmacy. James, the doorman, looked a little surprised that I was going out for a run and told me "Be careful", which I thought was strange. I started out as usual, jogging over to the lakefront and then north along the lake towards sleazy bush. As I got near, I headed back inland and in the direction of the pharmacy. I got almost four blocks when a cop car went speeding past me and then pulled around the corner and stopped, blocking the sidewalk. I slowed as I approached and the cop was walking around the front of the car. Stopping twenty feet away, I looked and saw Carlos standing there. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked in that unmistakable authoritarian voice. "Out for a jog and stopping at the drug store for my meds" I replied, trying to figure out why this was such a deal. "Ya know, its probably a bad idea for a guy like you to be out running around after what just happened. Some people might think you're running away from something bad you just did. There's still vandalism and fires getting set..." he said in a slightly friendlier voice. I slowly moved a little closer but was still about eight feet away when I stopped. I was guessing that he was referring to my non-white skin when he said "a guy like you." "Oh, fuck. I didn't think about that. Sorry... I'll just walk the rest of the way. OK?" I answered, "Good idea. You're lucky I was the one that stopped you, since I know you ain't gonna cause any trouble unless it's a hot neg bottom that you've spotted" Carlos replied, adding a little chuckle. I shook my head and laughed, knowing he was right. "And don't forget about our deal. How's the guy from the park? Still shooting blanks?" He asked quietly. I had kind of forgotten about that little incident, but it was suddenly fresh in my mind again. "Nah, he's one of us now. And he's calling himself a top, too" I said in a hushed tone. Carlos chuckled. "Not around me. You were the last top I had and I aim to keep it that way. I expect to hear a call from you in the next week or I'll hunt you down" he said, the humor gone from his voice. "Yes, Officer Ramirez" I said, starting to walk around the front of the squad car. He put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed firmly. "Don't disappoint me, Craig" he said before getting back into his car. "Crap, he knows my name" I thought. I continued my walk over to the pharmacy and noticed a boarded up window on the front and went inside. None of the workers inside the place looked familiar and I wondered what the people from my regular store were doing now that their store was a burned out mess. Especially the cute pharmacist that usually waited on and flirted with me. I wandered to the back of the store to the pharmacy counter and waited for the two people in front of me to get served. It gave me plenty of time to check out the new pharmacist. While the uniform and mask hid most of the details, I could tell that he was a tall, thin guy probably about my age. I got a few glimpses when he pulled his mask down and saw some dark flawless skin, nicely defined cheekbones and a trimmed mustache and goatee. His name tag said "Sanjiv" and I filed it away in my brain in case he showed any interest. I licked my lips behind my mask and felt my cock start to stir. Finally it was my turn and I stopped on the spot marked on the floor. I gave him my name and birthdate while fishing my id, insurance card, drug discount card and credit card out. His eyes got a little big when he pulled up my prescription and he leaned forward and asked "Is this a new prescription for you?" "No, its a refill. I just haven't been able to get it filled for the past few months" I replied, almost on auto-pilot since I was mentally undressing him. "Do you mean you ran out? How long have you been off of this medication?" he then asked, inquisitively. "Yeah, I ran out. It's been about three months since I last took my last dose" I said, wondering what he was going to say. "You have discussed this with your doctor and he's aware of the lapse?" the pharmacist asked, leaning closer. "Yeah, he knows. He told me to cross my fingers and hope there aren't any issues" I replied, chuckling slightly. "Oh... good. Uh, there are condoms in aisle 12 if you need them. Let me get your prescription" he said, turning back to the large wall of bins. Chuckling again, I muttered loud enough for him to hear "Nah, I don't use 'em." He looked through one bin and then another while I stood there watching him. I heard him make a few undecipherable comments as he moved from bin to bin. He got up and went into the back and I heard some stuff being shuffled around. Another couple of minutes later he came back. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't find your prescription. It isn't where it was supposed to be. I'll have to re-order it and it should be here tomorrow. Can you come back then to pick it up?" he asked. It sounded suspicious but I decided to follow along and replied in an irritated voice, "What? You can't find it? I got a notification that it was ready for pickup!" "Yes, I know. The system says it's here, but I've looked all over and I can't find it" he replied. "Look again" I said, firmly. A grin came across my face as I watched him stand there nervously. "Yes... sir" he answered and turned around and dug through most of the bins again. When he rifled through the lower bins this time, Sanjiv bent over showing a decent looking butt. He seemed to be flipping so fast he couldn't possibly be reading the names on the prescription bags. He came back a few minutes later and said "Sorry, I can't find it. I'll have a new one expedited. Tomorrow for sure." I wondered how he was expecting this to play out when he suddenly said louder, for anyone in the back half of the store to hear him, say "The restrooms are over by cosmetics. They are locked, I can open them for you, sir." It was an interesting turn and definitely one made by a horny bottom. I looked around and there was no one else waiting for the pharmacy. He came out the door and walked quickly along the back aisle of the store. I followed closely and watched him unlock the door to the restrooms. He headed straight to the men's room and went inside with me right behind him. He stopped in the middle of the room and turned back to face me. "I've been waiting on this for a long time. You got what I need. We have to be quick, though. You're a top, I hope?" he asked staring back at me. "Yeah, I am. You sure you want this?" I replied, grabbing my crotch suggestively. Normally, I wouldn't even think about fucking a guy in this situation. The risk of getting caught was high and the chances of him changing his mind and making trouble for me was also high. But... he had a few things working in his favor - I was horny, he was aggressive and he seemed pretty cute. "Mmmhmm" he answered, turning to the sink and then unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. "I hope you're serious cuz there's one guy already this month that knows how infectious I am" I said as I pushed down my running shorts. I moved closer, pulling my foreskin back as my cock pried its way between his dark, hairy ass cheeks. The bare head of my cock nestled into the pucker and began to leak in anticipation. Leaning closer, my hand turned his chin so he could see my masked face. "You better share when you're toxic. I don't like to waste my special sauce." "My boyfriend will be the first but he won't be the last. Please go easy, I've only bottomed a few times" he replied quietly, his body quivering in front of me. I felt his hole try to relax against the tip of my cock, but I could tell it was still going to be a tight fit. I chuckled as I turned his head back so it was facing the mirror and covered his masked mouth with my hand. "Nah, its supposed to hurt. I have to tear that chute up to make sure my bug is swimmin' inside you" I whispered in his ear before I thrust my cock into his tight hole. He tried to stifle his scream and my hand muffled a lot of the rest. My dick hurt from the sudden intrusion into his hole, but I knew he was hurting a lot more. His whole body was twitching from the searing pain as he got used to my cock stuffed inside him. I held him there for a half a minute before I began to pull my dick back out. Sanjiv's hole was throbbing around my cock as I withdrew and then I plunged back in. The milking action from his pucker was getting my balls excited and as much as I wanted to pump him full of my poison, I wanted a decent, if quick, fuck to go with it. That's what I gave him. A fast, hard fuck that made him feel every inch of my cock. He did fade out briefly a couple times, but that just made it more erotic for me. For the last two minutes, I wrapped my arm around his neck and hammered him faster until my balls couldn't resist any longer. A half dozen ropes of my diseased cum flooded his colon before I took a few last stabs with my cock and then pulled out. Our dark skin hid most of the possible damage I did to him but I soon found out how badly I wrecked him when I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser next to us and wiped my dick clean. The white paper towel was now smeared with a red mixture of cum and blood. I held it out in front of his face to let the consequences of our six minute fuck sink in and then rolled it up and pushed it into his ass like a tampon. "Keep my swimmers inside until you get home, ok?" I whispered in his ear. I stuffed my cock back into my shorts and slapped his bare ass before I walked out of the restroom. No one seemed to pay attention to me as I strolled back home with a contented look on my covered face. The same scene happened the next day. I was the disgruntled customer who's prescription was still missing and we ended up in the restroom again. This time in the stall with Sanjiv bent over the toilet taking another dose of viral semen. He was still hurting from the day before and I added a new layer of pain on top of it. The fuck was just as rough as the day before and the toilet paper was the same hue as the paper towel the day before. The third day was another repeat. On the fourth day, the look in his eyes when I approached the counter told me how much he feared another fuck. I've known well used bottoms that couldn't take two of my hardest fucks much less the three he had gotten so far, so I kind of understood. But I still wanted this top guy to be able to pass along my bug to future generations and I felt a fourth dose would do it. With my meds finally in hand, we made our way back to the men's room. I pushed him to the sink and he braced like a good slut. I pulled his pants down and then my shorts. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been and it soon speared his hole. With one hand holding him to my chest, I pulled my mask down and then his. We stared at each other in the mirror and he saw my evil grin while I saw the doubt in his expression. I knew his sexy face would be able to lure lots of victims into his clutches and soon they would have a belly full of toxic seed taking over their clueless bodies. I pulled back and slammed my cock back in, both of us still staring at each other. Or maybe he would tell them and they would beg for his cum not caring how deadly it was. My cock withdrew until just the last inch was inside him and I thrust in again. This time I got a whimper from him and he saw my smile. "I'm going to come back here in a couple weeks. Hopefully, you will have someone filling in for you as you are taking a few sick days. The conversion sucks, trust me on that" I said to him quietly in his ear. His eyes got big and then he nodded 'yes.' "You have one week after that to fuck your boyfriend and knock him up. Plant as many loads in him as you can during that week. Then you're going to invite me over to breed him. I don't care what you tell him, make up any excuse you like, but I'm going to fuck him three or four times over the following week until his body succumbs and he's a knocked up cumdump. Got it?" I said. "But" Sanjiv started to say but I cut him off. "No 'buts' on this. I want to use his ass and guarantee he never shoots another neg load" I said firmly. "I mean, what if it doesn't take and I don't convert?" Sanjiv asked. "Well that would piss me off, but I guess we'll keep going until it fuckin' happens. We'll need to find a new place to fuck though. This one's too risky" I replied. The hammering I gave him next was brutal. His ass was trashed and then I dumped another load inside. This time, there was no yelling or signs of distress. He took the fuck like any good bugchaser should. The paper towel I used to clean off my dick after our fuck was just like the past three days. Maybe a little darker red, but then this was the hardest fuck. I pulled up my shorts and then my mask before grabbing the prescription off the sink. Walking over to the door, I pulled it open and turned back to him just as he pulled his pants up. "Enjoy" I said and walked out the door, through the store and then down the street towards my building. While I walked I thought about his comment about not converting and thought to myself "That wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen - he was a decent fuck. I'll just need to try harder next time."

When something is new to you, every bit of you senses seems to muliply.. The darkness of the theater seemed blacker than anything I had seen ( or not seen) - the screen in front of me seemed bigger than any movie screen I had seen.. My heart pounded harder til it felt like it would explode out of my chest.. And we just stood there. I sensed some guys moving about, up and down the aisle,but almost too scared to try and look.. Eventually Dad said lets sit down and I followed him as closely as I could. He went in about five seats and i took the seat right next to him. Now, some 40 years later, I know that when you are used to xxx theaters, it comes very natural to take out your cock asap, but back when it was all new to me I would not have had a clue.. But from Dads action, I now realize this wasn't his first trip here.. Because within minutes of siiting down, he simply told me, sit back and enjoy yourself, and with that he pulled out his already hard cock from his pants. The heart that was already in my throat continued to race wildly. I mean I had peeked on dad previously, saw him naked, soft, and that alone was enough to make me cum as I peeked, but now, here he was just inches away from me, with a hard cock, a good 7 inches plus, in his hand just inches away from where i was sitting. I pulled mine out.. close to 7 inches too and within seconds of taking it out, Dad whispered to me "Nice cock" I felt extremely proud hearing that and some how that actually calmed me down a little and I could feel my heart rate slow down some.. I mean, I was 18 and a total virgin, except for some playful experimentation as a boy with a couple of friends, but I don't even remember if we got hard back then.. I had seen cocks in magazines and thought about them constantly, but I never actually had another hard cock as close to me as my dads was at this moment. My eyes cautiously wandered from the screen to dads crotch, and back and forth and back and forth.. Not sure which was getting my attention more, dads hard cock or the big cock on the screen that was getting the blow job from some woman. Have you ever had one Dad asled. I wasnt' quite sure what he meant A Blow Job he added.. Ummm.. No , I said.. and thought to myself , Not even close.. And then Dad didnt need to ask any more. He knew I was 18, with out many friends, and horny as fuck. He leaned over and placed his mouth on his my cock, his sons cock.. It was the most intense feeling I had had up to the point in my life.. Better than my hand, better than me sticking my cock in a fuzzy slipper lined with tissues, OMG it was good.. and it didnt last long. as within seconds of him putting his mouth on my cock, I began to cum. Dad let out a moan as my cum filled his mouth.. For a second I'm thinking oh crap what have I done.. I should have warned him . I should have said something... But I didn't.. And Dad just kept his mouth on my cock.. Until he was sure I was totally done, and lifted his head up and swallowed.. Sorry Dad actually came out of my mouth.. To which he added, dont' be sorry. that was a huge delicious load you just gave me. He sat back in his seat, and started to watch the movie. I sat back ,my cock still hard, and leaking at the tip.. I didnt stroke it but I didn't put it away either.

Part 8 I awoke to the sensation of my ass being stretched. Mitch was spooning me as he pushed his morning hard on into my willing hole. I moaned as my god buried himself fully in me. He rolled me on my stomach and placed his powerful hands on my shoulders, allowing him to pile drive into me. He fucked me fast and hard for ten minutes before he let out a deep groan and pumped another of his delicious loads into me. Mitch collapsed on my back, breathing heavily as he started to piss into me. God I was so horny I humped the bed and shot a load while I served as a urinal for the hottest man ever. When we both finished, I glanced at the clock. "Shit dude!" I exclaimed jumping up and running to the toilet. "It's 11 fucking 30! We're dead meat!" Mitch laughed as I sat on the toilet, wishing I could keep his piss in me forever. "Don't worry dude! I went down and paid for another day. We're fine." "So we have the whole day together?" I asked excitedly, jumping back into the bed. Mitch grabbed me, kissing me deeply. "We sure do! And, um, I kind of have an idea." I looked at him curiously. "Well let's face it, we BOTH enjoyed last night. Maybe we can continue it." I snuggled into him as he told me his ideas. I got hard again as he talked. He wanted to place a few adds online, and see what happens. Soon we were running to the store for a couple of things. When we got back, I took a series of pictures of Mitch posing in a ski mask, displaying his killer body, nasty writing and all. Soon we had posted on several sites. The add read..... Teenage jock cumdump avail to be used. All day and night. Anonymous. Downtown hotel. Cum in and fuck a prime piece of 18 yo ass. Find him blindfolded, tied down, ready for your load. Dump and go. No cock refused. And then we waited. It was less than an hour when the first reply came in. Soon more poured in. I was in charge of replying, just sending hotel and room number. As we were expecting someone soon, I moved Mitch into position. I had him lie on the bed, legs hanging off the end. I spread his legs and tied them apart, then pulled his arms toward the head and tied them. He looked so sexy like that, helpless, vulnerable. I couldn't help but dive onto his asshole and rim him for a few while he moaned. Then we heard a knock. I put the mask on him, blindfolded him, and answered the door. The man that entered was not attractive at all, kinda heavy, but we said any cock. He walked up to Mitch and grinned as he rubbed his rock hard ass cheeks. "Mmmmmm......nice." he said, dropping his pants. He had a respectable dick that he stroked to hardness, spit on it, then slid it into my man. Mitch moaned as the stranger buried himself in the quarterback. The guy was quick. A few minutes of quick pumping and he was breeding Mitch. He pulled out and left without a word, but not before adding his marker slash to the rest. 20 minutes later, another knock. This was an old man this time. Probably in his 70's. He bent and sniffed Mitch's jock cunt. The he licked it, running his tongue up and down Mitch's hairy crack before sucking on his hole. Mitch moaned like a whore. Then the old man pulled out a surprisingly big dick, which he promptly rammed into Mitch, causing the stud to loudly moan in pure pleasure. The old man fucked for a long time. The next guy arrived while he was still fucking. "Damn he really will take any cock, won't he?" Stated the new guy. The old man just kept fucking and fucking, finally burying himself deep as he shuddered while he climaxed. As soon as he pulled out, the next guy pushed right in. Mitch just begged him to fuck him hard. The man obliged, pounding Mitch with all his might. After about 10 minutes, he too unloaded into the bound cumdump. This is how the day went. Various men of all kinds showed up for the chance to breed a hot teenage jock. Mitch loved every moment of it. Then they showed up. Andre and Tony. Oh shit. They were in our frat! Fuck! We never thought someone we would know would show up. "What the fuck is this?" Asked Andre. "Cole? Is that Miller? He's a fag? Holy shit!" Mitch started to panick when he recognized the voices. "Guys...." he started. "I'm not a fag!" "Bullshit! Look at you! Taking anonymous cock, tied up, in a motel room? You're a fucking queer! Now we ain't no queer, we just like hot ass. And bitch, you've got one. Now if you don't want us telling everyone, you'll do as we say. Untie the fag." He ordered me. "We're gonna have some fun!" I untied Mitch as instructed. "Kneel bitch!" Mitch nervously kneeled. Andre ripped off his blindfold and mask. "Won't really need these, will we? I wanna see your face fag, as we rape you! What the fuck is written on you? Faggot Jock cumdump? Cum in here? You've taken 35 loads? Damn u nasty Miller! Open that pretty white mouth, suck my cock!" Mitch obeyed. There was no use in denying the truth now. He sucked Andre deep while Tony laughed. "Oh yea Miller. We're gonna have a nice next couple years now that we know your secret! I get horny a lot, and bitches ain't always available. It will be nice to have a house slut! Now, on the bed, show me that cunt. On your back like a whore, spread em!" Mitch complied, grabbing his legs, exposing his cum dripping hole. "Fuck what an eager slut he is!" Laughed Tony. "Get in there dude!" "Look at me Miller!" Demanded Andre. "I want to see your eyes when I sink my anaconda into your cunt!" And it was an anaconda! Easily 12 inches. Andre lined his purple cockhead up to Mitch's red, dripping gash. With one hard, mighty push, he buried his huge fuckstick all the way into Mitch causing the jock to groan loudly as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh yea, take it fag! TAKE IT!" Andre shouted as he ground his wirey pubes into Mitch's swollen ass lips. Mitch panted in heat as Andre began to pound him. Mitch wrapped his legs around Andre, holding him tight. "Fuck yea!" Cried Mitch. "Fucking give it to me dude! You cant rape the willing! Dont be a pussy! Think your such a hot fuck? Prove it nigga! Come on. FUCK ME!" Andre was spurred on by Mitch's goading, and fuck him he did. Andre fucked Mitch as only a horny 20 year old jock in his prime can. Of all the fucks I've watched Mitch take, Andre was the most brutal. He pounded Mitch with no mercy. For 15 minutes he rode the quarterback as hard as he possibly could, and Mitch just begged for more. "Oh yea faggot! I'm gonna cum! TAKE IT!" Andre spit into Mitch's mouth as he added his load to the many others that had been previously deposited. He pulled out and Mitch's stretched hole leaked cum like a river. "Get in there dude!" He told Tony. "Best ass I've had in a while!" Tony dropped his pants to reveal a ridiculously thick cock. This mother fucker was beer can thick. He too wasted no time, crawling between Mitch's open legs, and rammed his fat cock in deep and hard. "OH FUCK!!" Yelled Mitch. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" That's all Mitch could spout as Tony ripped him open. Andre shoved his dirty cock in Mitch's mouth while Tony pounded him mercilessly. "Oh FUCK!!!!" Tony shouted as he added yet another load into the jock slut beneath him. "I'm definitely gonna be back for more of that hole!" He said, pulling out. More cum ran out of Mitch as he was unable to close his hole. Mitch cleaned his cock off as well. As their frat bros left, Andre said, "Expect a lot more cock Miller! See you at the house." As they left, Mitch just laid there, exhausted. I pushed his legs up so I could see his fucked open hole. Cum was oozing out. I planted my lips against it and sucked, hard, being rewarded with a mouthful of cum. I placed my mouth on Mitch's, and we kissed, sharing the loads from his ass. The rest of the night was less eventful. More men showed up, more cum pumped into Mitch's swollen ass. By the time we checked out, Mitch had 53 slashmarks.

Part 7 Mitch lay face down on the bed while the new man pounded into his muscular ass, moaning as he took the strangers cock. Coach grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up. "Get a close up of the faggot quarterbacks face!" he ordered me. I turned the camera on Mitch's beautiful face, his blue eyes glazed in lust, his mouth gaping open as he moaned loudly. "Look at the camera whore!" he demanded Mitch. "Show me how much you love being whored out. How much you like cock in your fag hole!" Mitch just grunted as he was plowed deep and hard. Soon the man was pumping another load of cum deep inside Mitch's perfect, young ass. Coach just smiled as he made another notch on Mitch's load tally. The man pulled out of the wet hole and stuck his cum covered cock in Mitch's mouth, forcing him to clean it off. Then without a word he left. The next two men arrived shortly and wasted no time putting the jock to use. One guy sat on Mitch's face, planting his hairy hole firmly on the quarterbacks mouth while he held his ankles in the air. The other guy rammed his hardon right up his exposed hole, causing Mitch gasp and fight for air as the first guy ground himself into Mitch's mouth. Coach noticed Mitch's rock hard cock straining in his sweaty jockstrap and laughed. "Looks like my whore REALLY enjoys the treatment he's getting! I guess tonight won't be his only working night! Maybe I should sell his sevices to some opposing players! Im sure there would be guys lining up to humiliate him!" Mitch just shuddered as another load was dumped into him. Thats how the night went. Man after man showed up for their chance to fuck a prime piece of college jock. Some guys spanked him, slapped him, spit on him. His nipples were pinched and abused. His throat and ass were raped mercilessly, and many loads were pumped into him. A couple times my face was pushed into his stretched out sloppy hole as I was forced to suck out the cum. Coach just watched while I filmed it all. By the end of the night Mitch was a worn out mess. Cum dried in his hair and on his face. Copious amounts dripped out of his flaming, red hole. The tally on his back reached 27. As Mitch lay on the bed, completely fucked out,coach climbed between his legs and lifted them in the air, sliding his hard, black cock into the teenagers thoroughly busted ass. Mitch just moaned in pain at this final intrusion. "You were a good whore tonight boy! The men were all pleased." coach said as he spit into Mitch's open mouth. "I told your boyfriend you would be fucked senseless tonight. You wont be walking right for a few days!" Mitch just grunted as he was pounded hard one last time. "Jerk off boy!" coach ordered him. "I know you want to cum! Your are a pathetic fag, born to serve men. Prove it. Shoot your load queer!" An exhausted Mitch grabbed his thick 9 inches and stroked, quickly shooting a huge load all over his chest and stomach while his ass muscles clenched around coach's throbbing dick, sucking one more load deep in his burning ass. "Ohhh fuck boy! You slut! Take it! Thats number 28! You are now an official cumdump!" After he came, coach pulled out and gathered his belongings, taking the camera from me. "You can stay here, the room is paid for till 11 am. Don't check out late or else!" With that, coach left. I got a hot washcloth and started cleaning Mitch off, wiping the dried cum as best I could. He just lay there, unmoving. "Cole," he finally started, "coach is right. I enjoyed it. Why am I so fucked up?" "Shh...don't talk, just rest." "I know you liked it too. Every time I looked at you, you were hard. You liked watching me be a whore." I blushed, not knowing what to say exactly. "It's ok," he whispered. "I don't blame you." He pulled me into him and started kissing me. "Fuck me Cole, I want you to give me one last load. Your load." I couldn't resist the man I loved and gently inserted my hard cock into his abused, cum filled hole. "Don't be gentle man!" he said with renewed energy. "Fuck me dude! I can take it! Coach may think I'm his whore, but it's you I care about." I gave him what he asked for, kissing him passionately while I pounded his loose, wet hole, quickly adding one last load into his sucking ass. "I love you." I whispered as we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.