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The first time I ever heard about intentional HIV transmission was on American network TV, in an episode of Law & Order from the late 90s. It wasn’t porn. It wasn’t even gay. But still something stuck in my sex-fueled 14 y/o mind about it. Throughout my teens and 20s, I tried to have “normal” relationships with “normal” guys. I knew I “wasn’t supposed to” be turned on by HIV, but the thoughts kept coming back on their own. They made me super horny. I tried to repress this part of me, but it kept asserting itself. I (quietly) started bugchasing in 2013. The next year, I started dating a guy who told me about a new thing called PrEP. He wanted both of us to start Truvada, and I reluctantly agreed. Then we broke up. I stopped Truvada and I never returned to using condoms. I imply dropped my presumptions about how I was “supposed to” act. I paid attention to my body's reactions, and embraced the thoughts behind them. Slowly the poz scene became the most powerful sexual attraction I could find. I accepted that as part of my nature. I no longer feel conflicted, and I'm much happier (and hornier) for it.

So, I live in northern Spain. The guys here are exceptionally hot and want little conversation before or during sex. I speak Spanish, but most guys have no interest in talking. My last visit was a few days ago. Before I go, I usually lube myself well so that there is no delay if a guy wants to breed me. He can do it there and then with no delay. The sauna has a cruise maze and this particular day it was exceptionally busy. All hot, horny, hairy Spanish bears. The first bit of action happened within 5 minutes. I was kissing a Spanish guy when I felt a finger probing my hole. It wasn't the guy I was kissing. As I was lubed up I just waited. I continued to kiss the first guy when the second guy (unseen the whole time) slipped his cock into me. I pushed back and continued kissing the first guy. However, the guy now fucking me couldn't get the position right so I tried different angles to give him an easier fuck. I wasn't working and he kept slipping out my lubed hole. At this point I decided to focus my attention on the top that wanted to fuck me as opposed to a guy I was kissing, so I took his hand and led him to a tiled seating area where I knelt down to offer my hole again. He re-entered again immediately and we had the right position this time. He put his hands on my back and fucked me violently. I kept asking him to breed my hole but I'd no idea what nationality he was. Finally he shot his load inside me and kept his cock inside me for about a minute. When he pulled out he signalled for me to clean his cock. I immediately got on my knees in the floor and kicked every drop of come. It occurred to me I wasn't the first he'd fucked and that turned me on. I just decided I was removing any trace of the previous bottom as well. He helped me to my knees and thanked me. He was french. I left that room and wandered into another dark room. I could feel the French cum leaking out my hole. I decided not to shower. In the next room a short stocky guy was standing against the wall. I walked in front of him, turned my back to him and dropped my towel. He immediately fingered my hole and discovered the cum. He pushed me over towards the wall and started to fuck me. I kept rearranging my stance to make sure he wasn't slipping out, but my legs were hurting with the pressure. I was determined not to lose him till he came. I hate being fucked BB by a top who doesn't or can't come. As a bottom I truly believe it is my obligation to bring the top to climax and take his load. I never refuse a cock once it is inside me. But, I had to change position. There was a plastic garden chair in the room so I knelt on that. He took some poppers and started to fuck me with renewed vigour. I was begging for his load. He shot his load inside me and I was aware of another guy to my right, watching. But, the heat in the sauna was overwhelmingly and I thought I would need to cold shower. The current top emptied the last of his load and left. As I was standing up, I was feeling a bit light headed. But the guy watching pulled me to him kissed me and fingered my cum filled hole. He kept kissing me but each time I went towards the exit he pulled me back and kissed me again. He then knew I was ripe again for another load. He took me to the same garden chair and made me kneel. He put his mouth to my hole and slurped out some of the two loads. He then forcefully held me down and fucked me. I was saying gracias senor, gracias. Just before he came my legs were really hurting again and with some thrusts my head was hitting the wall.but, I was determined to service my top. He would not leave until he came. When he came I knew then that my purpose in life is to submit to any top. To satisfy them. To serve them. I will not refuse a load and I am so grateful for the loads I received that day.

My Playroom—September, 2020 We’d been talking online forever. I was pretty sure that talk was all that this one would ever be—after all there was an almost 40 year age difference. But we kept talking. We loved the same things— juicy, cumfilled fucks. Loads shot down the throat. And most of all piss—anywhere and everywhere. And then on the last day of the month, he asked to come to the playroom. We talked about covid. He never left his college apartment, where he lived alone, as all his classes were virtual. I told him about meeting the guys in their playroom…which was just shy of two weeks ago. He was fine with that. He asked that we not use names. I would be Daddy. I was to call him Boy or Urinal. I was fine with that. It actually made my dick twitch. Then he asked if this meet could just be oral. (I was guessing he’d stopped his PrEP as he was not hooking up.) Normally, I might not have agreed to no fucking, but the lure of a piss pig was too strong. It was the right decision. He arrives right on time—and needing to piss. We go right upstairs and strip. The boy is tall and lanky. He could almost be me at 24, thin, toned not muscular, shaggy hair, slightly hairy chest, and a big hard dick pokes out of the side of his jock. He goes barefoot. I am in a dirty jock and boots. “Come here, Boy.” I point to between my spread legs as I lean on the fuck bench. “Suck my dick.” “Yes, Daddy.” He kneels between my boots. He inhales. And begins to mouth the dried piss and cum on the jock. He groans. He fists his growing dick. I just have to touch his arm and he knows to stop jerking himself. He concentrates on me. He takes me down effortlessly. This Boy has talent. And I tell him so. I finally stop him. He rocks back on his heels, looking at my engorged, red dick. “Beautiful, Daddy.” I thank him by sending a short blast of piss across his face. The blast covers his face. The second spurt goes into his open, begging mouth. I push my cock into his piss filled mouth and face fuck him…making him drool some piss down his chest. He whimpers. A whimper that tells me he loves it. “Get on the fuck bench. I need to at least eat that ass.” He clambers up as he says, “Daddy, the next time we meet, I promise you will fuck me with that beautiful Daddy Dick.” His ass is magnificent. It is the perfect bubble butt. There is some hair in the crack—and quite a bit right around his hole. The jock frames it perfectly. My cock so wants to poke into that pucker. But I kneel and settle for my tongue. I lick the length of the crack. I tongue fuck him. I travel down his hairy taint, pull the jock away and lick his balls from behind. I suddenly feel it. I stand and shoot a spurt of piss on his ass crack. “Yes!” he crows. “Give it to me.” I am already back on my knees and licking it all up. I swallow most of it. And push some into his tight boy hole. “I need to piss so bad—but I’m too hard,” he moans. I tell him to get up. He does and instantly goes to his knees and swallows me down. “Don’t forget my balls.” Boy moves off my dick and takes one after the other into his mouth. I stop jerking and will myself to piss a little. I get the tiniest drizzle to run down my shaft and over my balls—which he laps up with tiny grunts in the back of his throat. We break long enough to drink a bottle of water each. “Sling time.” He gets in. I stand between his legs—and instantly shoot out a stream that first hits his mouth and then covers his chest. “Yesssssss!” he sighs. He scoops up some with the palm of his hand and dribbles it into his mouth. I lap up what has landed on his sizable cock. He squirms. “Does Daddy suck Boy dick?” I don’t answer. I give him head that makes him squirm. I stop when I see his balls tightening. Now I go to his ass. His hand goes to his cock. I stop and look at him. He lets go and grabs the D-rings of the sling. I love how open his hole is now—almost like a dick had been in it. I tongue fuck him. Then I give him a quick, short piss squirt and go back to eating it. I hand him the blindfold. He puts it on. I lick his entire body. I piss on his pits—splashing some into his mouth as well. I lick it up. I move to the other pit and do it again. I cover his cock and lick it off, careful not to take him into my mouth. Then it is back to his wet ass. “Daddy, I have to…piss…” and before he gets the last word out, he is pissing all over himself—his now semi hard pointing right at his mouth. I grab his dick and point it straight up where his piss rains down on his pubes and balls—and begins to sluice down his ass crack. I swallow it down. It is incredibly sweet. When I have had enough, I stand up and rub my cock around on the wet crack of his ass. I bring it to his mouth. He hungrily cleans my cock of his own piss mixed with mine. I take off the blindfold and get him out of the sling. We drink a little more. He kneels and I truly feed him a piss load down his throat. He is on the verge of shooting as I do it. I clamp down and stop myself from emptying it all down his throat. “Stand up and lean into the sling.” He does. I tell him I’m going to piss his crack—and then he’s going to sit on the rimseat. I cover his bubble butt with the last of my piss load, directing most of it to the hairy crack. I lie down and shut the seat down. He sits—carefully—this is a first for him. His ass rains piss down on my face. He moans loudly as my tongue finds what was once a pucker and is now becoming a slit—even without fucking. This is doing it for me. I have to stop jerking my dick to make sure I will give it the Boy. “Daddy—that feels so good.” His hole opens more. My tongue goes deeper. “It’s just like you’re fucking me.” I grunt, lost in the moment. “I promise to come back so you can breed me…” I tongue fuck him. Hard. I wish that he could piss again—I so want to be covered as he is sitting there. Without warning he stands up. He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his hot mouth…and before I know it, I am giving him my load. I shoot and shudder and hold him in place. Not that he is going anywhere. When I finally let him go—he still stays there, making sure he has every drop. We get up. He whispers “May I cum?” “Of course. How can I help?” “Eat my boipussy some more.” He gets in the sling—where there are still puddles of piss on the leather. He jerks and I eat. He shoots—like 24 year olds do—copious and very white—all over himself. He doesn’t expect me to lick it up. Or feed him some cum off my fingers. But he is glad I do… The Original is here: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/01/daddy-i-have-topiss.html

I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.