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When I lay pipe, I make sure my cock is going in as deep as I can and coming out as far as I can without sliding out. What that usually creates are nice long, fast and deep strokes that get my cock primed for injecting my seed. I prefer to breed missionary because a bottom's cunt is usually angled just right that my cock slides across his guts and g spot. When I'm ready I put my head down and use my full force with my hips, going fast and hard and deep, usually the bottom is locked in place with y body weight and can't move or squirm (which is what I want) Then I feel it build from my balls to my taint to the head of my cock. Roar. Slam my cock in deep and spray that cunt with my seed. I stay deep and make sure every rope covers that bottom's cervix. Then pull out and make them clean my cock

Part 14 We were more than half way through the flight now and the attendants were selling drinks and snacks. I couldn't help noticing the dark haired attendant, especially as he was bending over to hand drinks to the people across the aisle and his arse was practically in my face. He had a really fit arse and really filled out his smart dark blue trousers and I could feel myself getting a bit of a semi. I ordered mysle a drink and a snack and he served me with a smile. Neil was still asleep and was now snoring gently as I sipped my drink. I thought again about what had taken place the night before. Neil had been getting steadily more adventurous - especially in letting me finger his arsehole, but I had never thought he would ever actually take cock up his arse. Now he had been fucked twice - once by a total stranger and once by me - even though he knew perfectly well that I was HIV positive and not on any meds. I knew that Neil was not the kind of person to go further than he meant to - even when he was drunk he was still very much in control of himself and I was fairly sure he had been fully aware of what he was doing the night before when he had led the black guy and then me fuck him and cum in his arse. I thought back to when I had first got to know Neil, and how shy he had been that first night in the office the first time he had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to let me suck his cock. I remembered how much persuading he had taken to let me see his arsehole and then to lick it. Now I had fucked him and had not used a condom. I thought back to my first meeting with Gerry again - and how he had told me he had acquired a strain of HIV that appeared to be resistent to meds - and how many times he had fucked me since then. I could never resist Gerry and pulled my pants down and let him fuck me whenever he wanted to. He fucked me at his place, my place, in bars and clubs and sometimes invited his friends to fuck me. When I next attended the sexual health clinic for a check up they asked me all the usual questions and tried once again to persuade me to go on meds. Then they ran a few tests and I could see they were puzzled by the results. They started asking me I had been abroad lately, and if I had visited any other continents. As the questions went on, I guessed that Gerry had passed his resistant strain to me. I liked Gerry a lot - and especially liked the fact that he didn't give a fuck - his attitude was that guys offered their arses of their own free will - he wasn't forcing them to do anything they didn't want to do - and if they asked him his status he would tell them, but if they chose not to ask any questions, that was their responsibility and not his. As I got to know Gerry better, I was becoming more confident and less concerned about my HIV. I still did not want to go on meds and somehow the knowledge that I had more than likely aquired a strain of HIV that could not be treated with meds seemed to make me even hornier and I took every opportunity I could to fuck and be fucled. I was no longer seeing the faces of guys I had fucked in my dreams, but around this time I started experiencing something else which at first felt very strange. The first time I noticed it happening, I was at the Vault one Friday evening after work. It can be a bit hit and miss around this time and it was fairly quiet at first. I noticed a guy checking in his bag and his jacket and, from the way the barman was pointing things out, I guessed it was the guy's first time at the Vault. When he had checked in and got his free drink, the barman showed him where the condoms and lube were and I noticed he took a couple of condoms and put him in his pocket. He was a good looking blond guy, a bit chubby and was dressed in suit trousers, smart shoes and a white shirt - all things I really go for. I could tell he was quite nervous and at first he hung around on the fringes of things, just watching the action. I saw him looking at me a few times and a little later I managed to cruise him and soon we were in a quiet corner in the room with the barrels. We kissed for a while and then we both got our cocks out and he went down and started to suck my cock. He sucked me really well and before long I was getting close. I pulled out his mouth and we changed places. I sucked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. He turned round and bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his arse. I licked him for a while and then I stood up. I was really horny now and I began to rub the head of my cock against his wet arsehole. He let me do it for a while, but when I began to push the head of my cock into his arse, he pulled back. He reached into his pocket and passed me a condom. I told him I didn't really like using condoms and he hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, pulling up his trousers and pants. I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get the chance to fuck him, but I always respect people's choices and I went and got myself another drink and then cruised around for a while. It was getting quieter now and a little later, the same guy cruised me again and soon we were back in the same spot in the room with the barrels. This time he went down on me almost immediately and then, after he had sucked me for a while, he stood up, pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over, pushing his fit arse out towards me. "Are you sure?" I asked, and he nodded A few seconds later, I was pushing my bare cock up his tight arse. I waited a minute to let him get used to it and then I began to fuck him. He was a really good fuck - his arse felt really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I felt myself getting ready to cum. That's when it happened - as I began to shoot my cum into him I somehow knew that I was about to knock him up. I hadn't felt this before - but somehow I knew, with a rock solid conviction, that I was infecting him with HIV. It was too late to stop myself, even if I had wanted to and I squirted the rest of my cum up his arse and then pulled out. He mopped his brow with his shirt and a short time later we had a drink together at the bar. He told me his name and I asked him if he came to the Vault often and he shook his head. He told me that he was just down in London with his work and was travelling back to the north of England that evening. He was a really nice guy, but as we chatted, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just knocked him up. I guessed that he usually played safe and had come to the Vault with every intention of using condoms, but had given into the temptation to go bareback because he was horny and wanted to be fucked. It was a very strange feeling, but this was not the last time I was to experience it. It was around this time that Gerry told me about the Friday Night Shift. Gerry worked for a construction firm and, for the last 18 months he had been working on an upgrade of a stretch of motorway. He worked during the night as a shift manager and worked twelve hour shifts. The full time guys were only allowed to do four shifts a week, and two others shifts, including the Friday night shift, were covered with casual workers, who mostly also had day jobs and were working nights to make extra money. Around this time, a lot of Eastern European guys were working in the UK and quite a lot were employed as casual workers on the Friday night shift. Gerry's deputy on the Friday shift was Tom, who was married but also bisexual. It didn't take long for he and Gerry to get together on one of their breaks. They found a quiet spot below the motorway and Gerry fucked Tom up against the wall, shooting a nice big load up him. After that they began to fuck regularly and the third time they got together, they realised they were being watched. Two of the Polish guys on the shift were watching Gerry and Tom fuck and they were both wanking, their trousers and pants at their knees. Gerry kept fucking and, just as he began to squirt his dirty load up Tom, the two Polish guys shot their loads out in front of them. The next week the two guys appeared again and this time they joined in the fucking, both shooting a load up Tom's arse. Gerry told me the two guys were cousins, both working in the UK to make some money to send home. One of them, Pavel, was engaged to his girlfriend and was saving money for his wedding, the other Karel, had fathered a child with his ex partner and was sending his money to her. Both guys seemed to enjoy the fuck and a couple of weeks later, word seemed to have got around and more guys started showing up at the break, using Tom's mouth and arse to get off. It was at this point that Gerry said if they wanted to continue having fun there would have to be some reciprocation as they couldn't all keep using Tom. He was a little bit surprised when most of the guys seemed to accept the suggestion. It was one of the Romanian guys who offered to bend over first, and soon he was being fucked by one of the other workers, an English builder working nights to make extra money to pay for his daughter's forthcoming wedding. One of the Polish guys, Pavel, was the next to offer up his arse, and he too was fucked several times., including by his cousin. Gerry told me it had all developed from there and his Friday Night Shift had now become one of the most popular and he had no issue finding guys to work it. The breaks on a Friday had become a total fuck fest, with cocks being pushed into mouths and slipped up hairy arses all over the area below the motorway. Nobody was using condoms and, though a few guys asked about them, they seemed quite happy to go without protection. When Gerry told me all this, he said I could join them on a Friday if I wanted to have some fun. He said to come and meet him before break time and added, if I walked around with a clipoard and looked as if I was there with a purpose, no one would question me. Gerry got me a hard hat, a high-viz jacket and a pair of steel toed safety boots and we arranged I would drive up and join him the following Friday night. I was a bit nervous putting on the gear, in case I looked like one of the Village People, but I actually thought I looked quite good and before long, I could feel the familar sensation of my cock pushing against the front of my trousers. When I got there, Gerry showed me around the site and, as I watched the guys working, I found it hard to believe that a short time later most of them would be sucking cock and taking it up the arse! I enjoyed every minute of the breaks - Gerry had not been exaggerating when he told me it would be fuck fest - and soon I was bent over taking cock after cock in my mouth and up my arse. Quite a few of the guys bred me and soon I could feel the cum sliding out my arse and down the back of my balls. I got to fuck a few of the guys too and in the end I shot my load up a bearded Romanian guy who told me later he had five children! I joined Gerry most Friday nights and had a great time, taking it and giving it - always bareback, with no questions asked. I enjoyed the whole experience very much - they were a good bunch of guys and worked really hard for most of the night. As I am quite into piss, I also enjoyed the fact that a lot of the guys used to just get their cocks out and piss where they were working instead of making their way to one of the few portable toilets which were provided. There was a back wall just out of sight of the traffic and most of the guys used to piss there, using the toilets only when they needed to take a dump. It was all very horny! Every now and then I would experience the same feeling I had experienced at the Vault - just as I began to shoot my load up some guy's arse, I would somehow be certain I was about to knock them up. It happened a few times on the Friday Night Shift - one time when I came up the arse of a young married Polish guy and once when I fucked one of his best friends. One night I took the virginity of a young student who was working a couple of shifts a week to finance his university course and left a little gift up his arse. He was a good looking young guy, quite muscly, with his hair tied back in a pony tail, and a very fit arse. He told me he had been wanting to join in the fun for a few weeks - as he was pretty sure his girlfriend would never find out - and had really enjoyed taking it up the arse. I guess no one will ever know how many guys got pozzed up during the construction of that stretch of motorway - but I'm failry sure it would be quite a few! Both Gerry and I fucked most of the guys at least once as did Tom, who was also positive and not on meds. Although he was a very active bottom, he usually shot at least one load up a fit arse during the course of the shift. Thinking of all this had made me really horny and just then I noticed that Callum, who was sleeping in the seat next to mine, must have been dreaming about something nice, because he had a massive hard-on sticking up in his trousers. The crew were preparing for landing now and the dark haired flight attendant came to check we all had our seat belts fastened and our trays up. He looked at Callum and grinned at me. I pulled my sweatshirt back which had been on my lap and showed him my own hard on. He grinned at me and discreetly slipped something into the pocket of my polo shirt. It turned out to be his number. We landed shortly afterwards and made our way wearily to the baggage reclaim. A little later we came through into the airport and soon most of the guys were greeting their girlfriends and children. Neil's wife couldn't pick him up so the two of us and Jamal made our way to the underground. The following day, I met up with the flight attendant in his hotel room. He had invited the other attendant from our flight too - a fit German lad with blond hair and soon we were all naked and cocks were being sucked and arses licked. They both fucked me, one after the other and then, when they had both bred me, they knelt up on the bed side by side. I went up the dark haired guy first , fucked him for a while and then pushed up the blond lad. I swapped between them for a while and then I was ready to cum. I was up the blond guy as I began to squirt my load and, once again, I knew exactly what I was about to do to him. I squirted a few shots of cum up him and then pulled out and went up the dark haired guy, shooting the rest of my load up him, knowing that I had just knocked them both up. A horny end to a great holiday!

Part Two: Urge to Damage Daniel couldn't shake the memory of Juan's thick cock filling him up, the way he took control, and the raw emotions that came with it. The entire week had been busy, but in the quiet moments, he found himself craving Juan's domice again.ade him feel safe and experience emotions he had forgotten were possible in parts of himself he thought he lost. He did have second thoughts as he texted Juan, and when he booked the motel for the two of them, and even on the drive there, but he ignored them. Paying attention to doubts would lead to an empty existence without Juan. Juan had been bursting with anticipation after receiving Daniel's text. It made him uncomfortable to feel that way again, that was a reason he had been difficult in the past. The emotions were too overwhelming for him to handle, at least what he believed he could at the time. But once they met up at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town and entered the dimly lit room, the turn of the lock shut everything else out. Juan had a bong and was packing the shards in the glass bowl. His shirt off and his pants unbuttoned, belt clanging as he sat down. Daniel stripped down to his brief underwear and just a t-shirt. Juan's eyes roamed over Daniel's body, taking in every inch of him, appreciating the way he'd filled out over the years. Daniel smiled and then turned away as he felt Juan's gaze, desiring him and wanting him. He loved that feeling. "You are so perfect," Juan said. He clicked the torch and started to melt the white shards of crystal. "I've missed you," Daniel said, his voice thin. They sat on the bed, their bodies intensely close as they took hits of the bong. Their shotguns turned into deep kisses, their tongues dancing over each other, tasting the sweet and bitter mix of their saliva and the meth. "I have needed you so bad," Daniel whispered, his voice heavy with desire. “Yeah? Gonna have to show me just how bad," Juan shot back, his eyes staying on the bowl he was warming up. “I will… because I’m not just frontin’... I am serious, Juan,” Daniel said with an edge as he gasped, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke into Juan’s mouth. Their tongues tapped each other before Daniel pulled away. “Didn’t you say you were a broken person cause of me” Juan said, attempting to keep things light failing. Daniel frowned, “Not my proudest moment.” slipped his jeans off and when he went to slip his high-tops off, he clocked Daniel’s eyes. He shook his head slightly. Juan kept them on. “Something made you say it.” Daniel ran his finger down Juan’s arm. “Yeah, you. But the you back then. This is now, and what I want now is you.” Daniel’s voice was firm and seductive. Juan’s cock got stiffer under his boxers. “You, now, are different, that’s for sure.” He slipped his hand in his boxers and started stroking his cock. He ran the precum up and down his shaft. Briefs off and hopping on the bed, Daniel had rolled onto his stomach, his ass perked up. On his elbows, he lit the torch for Juan to take a long, slow hit of the bong and looked up at him adoringly. Juan flashed a smile at Daniel and then said, smoking flowing out of his mouth, “This is pretty different, yeah?” He spread Daniel's cheeks and gently pushed his face against the tight hole. Smoke billowed out from his mouth as he started circling his tongue all over it. "You never ate me out before," Daniel said, startled. "Your tongue… oh fuck… damn…." he began moaning. Juan pulled his mouth away from the hole only to spit on it and push his face into it again. Juan tasted so good, he couldn’t control himself. His tongue circled the tight entrance, wetting it for access. "Are you mine?" Juan asked right before pushing his tongue further into Daniel's hole. "I'm yours," Daniel replied, his voice trembling with excitement. Juan was wildly pushing as much spit out of his mouth as he could. He roughly swiped his tongue over Daniel’s hole, over and over again. Juan lubed up his cock, his thick fingers sliding easily over his shaft. He positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's hole. "Push that hole open," he felt his cock slip in far enough so his hips moved slowly at first. "Open my hole up, baby…” Daniel begged, his voice strained with pleasure. Something about the way Daniel seemed to be demanding things bothered Juan. He became rougher, faster, and more aggressive. He grabbed Daniel's hips, pulling him back against him, slamming his cock deep inside. "Your hole is mine, you get that right?" Juan growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yes, yes, I do," Daniel moaned, his body arching with each thrust. Juan growled and spoke in a deep voice, "I need to make sure, because Daniel, I am not letting you go this time." His fingers dug into Daniel's hips, imprinting on his skin. Daniel could barely speak with the waves that radiated through his body. He was running on pure instinct, so he started to throw his hips back onto Jucock. I have to show him, Daniel thought hazily. When Juan realized that Daniel was throwing his hips back - something he had never done before - he felt his own waves run through his body. They triggered a power play between them, and Juan felt he couldn't move until Daniel decided he was done bouncing on his cock. He watched, amazed, as cream started to run down his shaft. "Show me... that's it, baby... show me... take all that cock... let me see you make that cock yours..." Daniel threw his head back and moaned; he was so spun, but when he heard the last thing Juan said, he had a jolt of clarity and an adrenaline rush that sobered him up just enough to do what Juan demanded. Daniel moved his hips, sliding into different motions, all while slamming the entire uncut cock into his creaming hole. Daniel looked over his shoulder at Juan, "Just let go," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Juan moaned; it was his turn not to be able to speak. Then he said, "My cock is yours... it belongs to you, Daniel.” He continued to moan wildly, “Bounce on that big cock. Go all the way down.” Slowly, he started to get irritated by how much this moment turned him on. I gotta restore order, he thought. So, he pushed Daniel's face into the mattress, forcing his ass up higher for deeper access. Daniel held his ass there for Juan to dig in deep, pounding strokes. Neither of them knew how long they'd been fucking; they were in a trance most of the time, swirling from the clouds of lust and desire. "I'm gonna cum in you, I'm gonna brand you as mine." Juan grunted, from his cock swelling larger inside Daniel. "Own me." Daniel begged, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan let out a deep yell, growling into Daniel's ear as he released his load inside him. Daniel felt a satisfaction that he had been waiting for; it was what he needed from Juan. It was what set off a release of the fear he had. "I love you," Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you too," Juan replied, his voice softening. "I want whatever comes after tonight," Juan said, his voice filled with a hint of sadness. "I do too," Daniel agreed, his eyes meeting Juan's. They were both a bit surprised to be saying everything they were saying. But this was different; they were different. Juan had submitted to Daniel, and Daniel had dominated Juan. The unfair dynamic, the fear, the trust that emerged in that instant wasn't something either of them could explain in the moment. After two hot rails each, Juan found it incredibly hot that his cock was still glistening with cum. "Show me how much you love me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Clean that cum off my dick with your mouth.” Daniel, his mind clouded, loved the taste of Juan's cum, loved the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's thick shaft, his tongue lapping at the cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hands tangling in Daniel's hair as he guided him up and down his cock. Daniel's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, cleaning every last drop of cum. "You're such a good boy," Juan said, his voice filled with approval. "You love my cum, don't you?" He took his cock and traced it along Daniel’s lips Daniel nodded, his mouth still wrapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly and that made Juan melt. Juan pulled Daniel off his cock, his eyes burning with lust. "I want you to suck me off until I come again," he said, his voice filled with authority. Daniel nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Juan's cum again. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's cock once more. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, his hand stroking the base. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel's mouth. He loved the way Daniel's lips stretched around his cock, the way his tongue swirled around the head, the way his throat constricted as he took him deep. "You're such a good cocksucker," Juan growled, his voice filled with approval. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?" Daniel nodded, mouth sapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Juan's spine. Juan's thrusts became more erratic, his breath hitching as he neared his climax. He grabbed Daniel's hair, pulling him off his cock. “Open your fucking mouth for me," he said with force. Daniel nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on Juan's cock. He stroked it slowly, his tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his cum splashing across Daniel's face and into his mouth. Daniel moaned softly, dazed and high. Juan collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Daniel crawled up beside him, his face still covered in cum. With his finger, he pushed his come inside of Daniel’s mouth. Moaning, Daniel said, “it taste so good.” Juan smiled and roughly pulled Daniel in for a kiss. Juan groaned, his tongue sliding into Daniel's mouth, tasting his own cum on Daniel's lips. He loved the way Daniel tasted, loved the way he felt in his arms. They lay there for a while, their bodies stuck together with sweat. They may have even dozed off. "This is a thing now, isn’t it…?" Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Juan nodded, his eyes meeting Daniel's. "It is," his voice softened. Daniel began kissing Juan all over, worshiping him with his lips and tongue. Juan groaned, his body responding to the tender touch. He felt a deep connection to Daniel, a sense of longing that he couldn't ignore. "Daniel, I...I don't know what it is about you," Juan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "But I feel like I'm home when I'm with you. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be." Daniel looked up at Juan, his eyes shining with adoration. "I feel it too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. As they spoke, their bodies began to respond, their desire for each other growing. Juan's cock stiffened, Daniel's eyes locked on it, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as Daniel stroked him. "This is why I acted so messed up all the time. Like it hurts how much I want you, and when I thought about losing you," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "You can’t lose me. Let me show you why." Daniel replied, his eyes shot a glance over to the nightstand. Juan knew what he meant. Juan reached for the meth, crushing it into a fine powder. He sprinkled it onto the tip of his cock, his eyes locked on Daniel's. "Get you so spun," Juan started to say, dark excitement in his tone, "That the only thing you can think about is me." Daniel nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, the meth on his cock burning as it entered Daniel's body. Daniel gasped, his body arching as he felt the flash of the burning sensation in his ass. "Oh God," he moaned, his hand instinctively shot back to hold off Juan from thrusting. Juan laughed deeply, “Nah, nah. This is what you wanted to happen. So it's gonna happen.” Daniel winced from the burning sensation the Tina gave him. He bit his lip and said, “Okay….yes….baby.” Juan spit on his dick and added more lube as he started to fuck him, his hips moving slowly at first, building up speed as Daniel's body adjusted to the sensation. “Fuck, Juan…” Daniel moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. Juan reached for more crushed Tina which he sprinkled in between a thrust. Daniel cried out from the burn, and that made Juan’s dick even harder. He spit on his dick and on Daniel’s hole. “You gettin’ spun for me?” Juan said, his voice light and wavy, “You get all cock-hungry and obsessed with me and only me, papa?” Daniel’s voice was barely above a whisper as he started to say, "Yes, Juan. I would do anything for you” Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel harder. "I love you so fucking much," he growled. [END of PART TWO]

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 2 Dr Matthew froze for a few moments. This must have been the guy who loaded him full of poz cum a few years prior. He remembered every detail and almost nightly, for over 7 years, has played it back in his head before falling asleep. For it was then, at night, tired from long days of preaching safe sex and PrEP use to his patients, that the encounter with the biohazard guy at the glory hole would puncture his steely resolve, and memories of Keith’s huge poz weapon penetrating and unloading pure HIV seed into Matthew’s hole. Of course, it had to be Keith who was on the other side of the partition, who else would have that license plate? He made up his mind, right then and there, not to hire the tall, hot nurse with the full beard and tufts of dark chest hair spilling over the top of his scrubs, his buff arms straining against the material. “No, don’t hire him,” he said to himself “no matter how good a nurse he might be,” he had convinced himself. Or so he thought. “Welcome to the practice”, he found himself saying to Keith 20 minutes later. Keith had handled himself well in the interview, answering all the questions and even strongly implied that he could bring in a following of new patients who would need HIV care, but not going into details about how and why they’d be newly poz patients. Dr. Matthew heard all of this on one level, but inside his mind he was replaying that quickie at the arcade with this gorgeous specimen of manhood who unbeknownst to Keith had planted his poz pole up Matthew’s ass and seeded him deeply with a huge load of toxic HIV cum. Dr Matthew struggled to keep his composure, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his cock was responding in an unprofessional NSFW way. By every measure, Keith became a model employee and was quickly advanced to the Head Nurse position. To Dr. Matthew, he became indispensable. And sure enough, Keith would refer a lot of new patients to Dr. Matthew’s practice, all gay men and almost all newly pozzed. Most of them would get put on meds right away and be content with that. A few, however, deferred meds until “some point in the future,” as a lot of them would say. Dr. Matthew, being the open-minded doctor he had trained to be, and wanting to be responsive to his patients’ needs, listened carefully and would always advise guys to start meds, but if that wasn’t their wish, he would counsel them on how to stay healthy and not spread the virus. It went on like that for a couple of years, preaching meds, or safe sex and condoms and as soon as Dr. Matthew would finish up and leave the exam room, he’d head back to his office, close the door, and grab his expanding cock and jerk it furiously at the thought of poz guys loading him up with HIV. He knew in his head it was wrong, but his cock said otherwise. Eventually, he started noticing guys coming back for follow-up appointments with biohazard or scorpion tats on them, usually just above crotch level or prominently on one bicep or both. Even a few guys boldly had the words “HIV” or “AIDS” tattooed on them. Then, the dark Xs started making an appearance as tats on guys…and they began to proliferate on their subjects. Eric, a new patient Keith referred, even had 5 Xs branded across his abdomen. And fewer and fewer of his newly pozzed patients would start meds right away. He felt his education of his pozzed patients starting not to take hold with them and wondered what he could do or say differently. On the first day that new patient Randy came in, Dr. Matthew delivered his standard speech about meds and Randy said he’d get the Rx filled right away. Matthew watched as Randy left the building and threw away the pamphlets and the prescription in a trash can. Randy returned late on a Friday afternoon about 6 few months later for follow-up labs and he noticed 2 black Xs inked across his mid-section. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask: “Randy, if you don’t mind my asking, and you can tell me to MYOB, but what are the Xs meant to represent?” Randy, already a veteran poz father to over 20 men, spoke up and for the first time, proudly and unashamedly articulated the concept of The Ten to the young idealistic well-meaning doctor. “Each one stands for 10 guys I’ve helped into the brotherhood of HIV,” doc”, Randy explained. “Every 10th guy we poz, we get another X marked on us. There’s a whole brotherhood of guys pozzing chasers. It’s an incredibly powerful feeling knowing your HIV is gifted to someone else!” Dr. Matthew had suspected this was the case, as so many of Keith’s friends came in as new patients, all of them poz – some of them to go on meds, and some not. Still, the idea that there was an organized group of men doing this was way beyond what he could comprehend. His mind was reeling at the thought of Randy and Keith and all the other hot poz men he’s been treating. He hurried through the rest of the appointment, only pausing to look at and explain to Randy’s his viral load numbers and they were impressive…Still, Randy was in good health and professed no symptoms other than a greatly enhanced libido, for which he smiled at the thought. “Doc, since I went poz,” Randy explained “I’m thinking about breeding every hour of every day…if a day goes by where I don’t blow my poz load inside at least one dude, I’m an unhappy guy. Luckily, nearly every day I get to fuck at least one chaser…and I wouldn’t have it any other way, Doc!” This was the last appointment for the week, and he saw Randy to the door, then turned back to his office, the lab printouts still in his hand. The young idealistic doctor took the papers to his office, locking the door behind him and closing the shades on the window. He laid the papers on his desk, sitting in his big chair and quickly unbuttoned and lowered his pants. His cock was already rigid and as he looked at the results: Viral Load, CD4 count, and thinking of all the men in this burgeoning group called “The Ten,” rejoicing and spreading HIV at will…he could not control his cock or the thoughts racing in his head. He stood up and with a few final frantic tugs on his hard member, he blew his load over the papers, the neg load pooling right where the Randy’s HIV numbers were. He felt possessed by the thought of going POZ…he knew it was wrong on so many levels but once the idea imprinted itself in his brain, he couldn’t help it - he felt powerless to resist. He knew he was a medical professional with a reputation to uphold , so he decided that if he was going to indulge in bug-chasing, he would at least go out of town to do it, where no one he knew might see him. That’s why early Saturday morning, he was on the I-10 to Palm Springs. Atypically, traffic was mercifully light, and in a bit over 2 hours, the young doctor rolled up to the Cathedral City Men’s Club, a place he had heard about from Keith. A banner inside the entrance proclaimed “PIG WEEK 2025 .” He went into the office and there was one available room left. The desk clerk alerted him to the shower hose in the bathroom for prepping one’s hole, and told him where the “play areas” were on the grounds. One hour later, Dr. Matthew ventured over to the play area which was a black tented area, the entrance obscured by thick heavy curtains. He went in and let his eyes adjust from the bright desert sunshine to the dark environment. He was ready, he was going to take any and all loads that these Palm Springs guys had to offer. Finding an available sling in the corner, he settled in it, his feet in the stirrups and his near-virgin hole exposed. Did he know what he was doing or how to act in this place? Not entirely…but his hardening cock and twitching hole led him into the sling. He closed his eyes and waited. It wasn’t a long wait. Soon, a warm hand was fingering at his hole, then a warm tongue flicking and finding its way inside him. He moved with the motions of the guy rimming him and finally opening his eyes, saw the man positioning his hard raw cock at Matthew’s opening, forcing its way inside and settling in balls-deep inside the young idealistic doctor who knew in his head this was wrong but was powerless to stop it. The guy fucked him for awhile but then vacated his hole for another dude in a sling to the left. Dr. Matthew was briefly disappointed but within seconds a new guy took his place inside the young doctor’s hole. “Oh, it’s like a try-out all the merchandise for these guys,” he thought to himself as the second man withdrew and moved on and was soon replaced by a 3rd cock in his ass. And this went on for some time, until the very first man to penetrate him returned and resumed his fucking of Matthew…With his eyes acclimated to the dark, he made out the outline of a scorpion tat on the guys pec. This was a poz cock he was getting! The guy heaved and huffed and finally announced that he was going to breed the young doctor: “Take that dirty poz load you fucking whore!” he exclaimed as eight or nine shots of toxic semen got blasted inside Matthew’s guts. A few of the top men gathered around, Matthew recognizing the 2nd guy from earlier who said to the breeder as his load was delivered into Matthew’s butt: “Nice, Frankie, get that unmedicated seed up in the little bitch,” and with that Frankie pulled out and the second man went back inside the doctor “I’m gonna blow, take that poz cum, you little fucking slut!” This brought a few more men to cluster around the sling and soon enough Matthew had four, then five, then six poz loads up his hole. The men were relentless in their fucking…no sooner would they drop a viral load in the young doctor’s cunt would they move on to whoever was in the next sling and repeat the insemination there. Was it really like Randy and Keith said that the virus demands multiple breedings and wills it to be so? Medically speaking, he knew that didn’t really make sense, but here was contrary evidence as these poz unmedicated viral men repeatedly blew their dirty loads up Matthew’s ass, and also his sling neighbors. This went on for over 2 hours during which Matthew figured he’d taken at least 15 loads of viral cum from about 10 guys. The guy they called Frankie contributed 5 of those and from what Matthew could tell, Frankie spent a lot of time fucking the other guys in the room, but only would load up Matthew’s hole. “I wanna give my HIV babies a fighting chance up in that newby cunt of yours, kid,” Frankie said as his 5th load of HIV cum was blasted into Matthew’s hole “increase my odds that it’s my strain that’s infecting you into the brotherhood, pig!” Finally, Matthew’s blown-out hole had had enough and as the crowd of men had thinned out, the young idealistic doctor took himself out of the sling and, unsteadily at first, made his way to the exit. Frankie, spying him as he was leaving came up to him wielding a lucite buttplug. “Here, get this up that bug trap of yours, brother…let those AIDS-loads soak in, you don’t wanna lose any,” and he roughly bent Matthew forward and the plug found its way inside Matthew’s blown-out cunt with ease. Matthew retreated to his room, his mind abuzz with what he had done. He was so excited and keyed up that, finally falling onto the motel bed, his cock once again sprang to life, and shot a hands-free load of neg cum up into the air. “Was this my last neg load, or my first poz one,” he wondered to himself as he relaxed, plug in place holding all that HIV inside him. After a long nap with the plug inside him, Matthew started to feel hungry…he hadn’t eaten all day, so he took himself to a local bistro…his mind was still swirling at what he had done but his hole, wet with poz cumloads and stuffed with Frankie’s buttplug, felt sated. He was looking over the menu when he heard his name. “Matthew?” someone called. He looked up and there was his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli, from whom Matthew had bought the medical practice 2 years earlier. “What are you doing in P.S?” Martinelli asked, as Matthew motioned for his mentor to join him and Dan sat across from him. “Just a quick getaway,” the young doctor replied “I needed a little holiday…and what about you?” “Oh, as you know, I live here now…I’m meeting some friends for dinner, they’re in town for a…convention,” he said, “at the men’s club down the road. Oh, here they come now.” Matthew looked up from the menu and past his mentor Dr. Martinelli, to see none other than Frankie and 2 of the other poz men who just a couple of hours ago, blew their toxic cum up Matthew’s ass. Matthew thought to himself how retirement agreed with Dan Martinelli, with his salt-and-pepper hair and beard and his tall frame, with the same green eyes. He was rocking a hot body for a man in his 60s…thin but muscular in his sleeveless T and shorts. Frankie and company approached and greeted their friend Dan. “How do you know this little cumwhore, Dan?” Frankie asked, in his usual booming voice, to which Martinelli spun around and said to Frankie “Him? You mean Matthew?” “Fuck yes! We spent the afternoon loading up that little bitch with HIV, and he took 5 loads alone from me, and a lot more from these guys” Frankie announced, pointing to his friends. “Why, Matthew, a man of hidden talents,” Martinelli smirked at his young protégé. Frankie and his entourage moved over to their table, and Martinelli turned back to Matthew and said “I need to go join them, but when did you start chasing, Matthew?” “I guess you could say it started today in reality,” he replied “but it’s been building inside me for awhile.” Dr. Martinelli nodded in agreement:“Yeah, I spent my career trying to keep guys negative, but once I retired, I stopped my meds so I could pass the gift around, and I’ve never been happier.” and with that Dr. Martinelli lifted up his shirt and revealed several bio tats and a dark X tattooed on his furry midsection. “Got my 10th poz son just a couple of weeks ago. Such an incredible feeling to create poz sons with your strain!” With that, Martinelli joined his friends, greeting each of them with a deep kiss and laughing at the depravity of pozzing up guys at will and dropping HIV loads into the little idealistic doctor. As Matthew resumed looking at the menu, his phone buzzed: a text from Dr. Martinelli: “Hey, you want some more loads? I didn’t get to go to the Men’s Club earlier, but my cock is gonna burst if I don’t get some relief. Balls full of HIV babies for you, kid. Meet me in the parking lot…now!” Dr. Matthew and Dr. Dan Martinelli met 30 seconds later in the parking lot, Martinelli taking his protégé’s arm and leading him behind a dumpster. “Right here, in the open?” Matthew said as Dan was leading him by the elbow “don’t you think…” “I’m not asking permission, whore,” Dan interrupted. “We’re doing this right here and right now, my balls are gonna fucking explode. When you poz up, Matty, you’ll understand. It takes over your whole being, to breed and seed and replicate,” he said, loosening Matthew’s belt and dropping his pants. A hard push on Matthew’s back sent him leaning against the wall, and Dr. Dan unbuttoned his own jeans and spit on his raging boner. Removing the buttplug Frankie had shoved inside Matthew’s cunt, and with the benefit of the streetlamp above, Dr. Dan could see Matthew’s gaped hole glistening with AIDS-cum from Frankie and Co. The buttplug also glistened with the cumloads of so many men who fucked and bred the young doctor and Martinelli shoved it into Matthew’s mouth. “Taste that poz cum straight outta your hole, you little bug-chasing bitch. You like taking those bugs, boy?” he said as he positioned his HIV pole against the young doctor’s hole. “Here are some more for you,” and he plunges his toxic fuckstick up inside Matthew, the cum already up there making it silky smooth and inviting. “Oh, baby boy, I’m not gonna last long in this cummy pussy of yours, get ready for my poison load. Pure high-viral unmedicated AIDS-cum for your greedy cumhole.” Dr. Dan thrust deeper up Matthew’s cunt and delivered fresh shots of HIV inside the young doctor, about 9 cumblasts in all. “I’m super viral now that I stopped my meds over a year ago,” I know we’ll never know for sure, but I hope it’s my strain that turns you,” he said, shuddering and shaking with his cock depositing the last few drops of HIV inside Matthew. He withdraws his cummy pozzing stick from the young doctor’s hole, replacing it again with the buttplug. “I’m going back to my friends now, whore,” he says, reaching for his phone. “I’m texting you my address. I’ll unlock the door with my phone app, just make yourself comfortable. By ‘comfortable’, I mean ass up and waiting…I’m not done with you.” Dr. Matthew did as instructed, and 90 minutes later, Dr. Dan returned home and found the young doctor ass up and waiting. Over that night, Dr. Dan forcefully filled his cunt with 3 more loads of HIV that evening and finally at 3am released him from his dominance and Matthew returned to the hotel wiped out, his happy hole remaining plugged, absorbing all those sweet viral loads. He would have a lot to tell his nurse Keith on Monday morning but for now, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill, noted safe-sex and condom advocate, who had written thousands of prescriptions for PrEP to his patients, went to sleep with about 18 poz loads soaking into his hole. He slept sounder than he had done in years. End of Chapter 2

I didn’t know there is such an App, thanks for sharing!

a hand comes outa the screen and slaps ya

I remember asking my best fuck buddy party bottom - "do you want to fuck a little harder?" and then we would start slamfucking our full body weight into each other as hard as possible. (Poz on poz doggy style of course.) After only five or six brutal strokes we'd both be seeing stars and have to stop before one or both of us lost consciousness, seriously.

Even though our orange faced buffoon president claims he is eliminating recognition of this worldwide memorialization of AIDS and those we lost from the disease, we must show our unity now more than ever. CUMDUMPS UNITED.

My personal best... Hmmm.. 17 loads in a 5 hour session at a sex-club in Berlin some 8 years ago. 10 of them were in the first two hours, but then I needed some rest, so for the rest of the evening I paced myself. I was the fresh meat in the club and all I had to do was to lie in the sling and let the cum flow...

The elevator opened on the 12th floor, and it was a short walk down the hall to Jack's apartment. I could feel my metal cock ring tighten around my quickly hardening cock. My pulse started racing an hour earlier when Jack messaged me to come over. He had a surprise for me. I never say no to one of Jack's surprises. They usually involve some hot, spun-out bottom that he's smoked out or slammed for the first time. That was Jack's specialty: finding an innocent young thing, usually from one of the nearby colleges. It didn't take me long to get ready. It was a Thursday night, and I didn't have to work until Monday. As soon as I had gotten home from work, I turned up the music and got a freshly bought eightball of Tina out of the safe. My dealer, Henry, always has the best shit. The crystals were usually large and chunky, well-made shit. I break a large, solid shard into smaller pieces and load the water bong before turning on the TV. Frozen on the screen is the face of a beautiful twink, eyes wide like saucers, cum dripping from the side of his mouth. This was an amateur gangbang that I filmed last month, and that boy was memorable. I'll have to get in his hole again soon. I hit play, and the camera pans to Kevin, a buddy of mine. Kevin's a tall, hot, lean, vers guy who loves partying. Kevin's jacking his big cock and eating the twink's pink hole between his spread legs. Kevin then takes his big hands and holds the boy's legs further apart, causing the boy to moan loudly. Kevin's eating that fresh hole like he's never going to eat boy hole ever again. It's so sloppy and wet. I get the torch, the 'click' signals the start of a fucking great evening. Those first few hits are always amazing. I like to let the smoke drift out slowly, in big, white, heavy clouds that you can't see through. My shoulders relax, my cock gets chubby, and my mind starts to go to all kinds of places. Usually involving a hot, smooth hole loaded with loads of cum. I get out of my clothes and lay out a few things for the night: my metal cock ring for my fat eight-inch cock, jeans, a white shirt, and my party bag. In the bag are a bottle of G, a loaded pipe, boner pills, a teener of Tina, and six points ready to go, with .5 of Tina already prepped in each. I take off my clothes and take a few hits before getting in the shower. My skin and body are tingling from Tina. That feeling is delicious, especially with the hot water splashing my body. You could say I'm a muscle daddy. I'm 6'1", somewhat hairy chest, arms, and thighs. I can already see some white hairs. It used to bug me, but the boys love it. And I get off on seeing the contrast between my rough, hairy arms and their smooth bodies. I've worked out my entire life, so I'm fit, but I don't make it my life. Athletic enough so I can fuck for days. I clean up with soap, but don't use anything fragrant. I love the smell of a man, especially a man in heat. It's fucking amazing, and my chem boys are intoxicated by the scent. Sometimes, they'll just lie next to me on the bed or couch for hours, smelling my pits, and making out. At the same time, we smoke each other out, while he rubs his cock against my leg, leaking precum. Before long, we’ve got our hands wrapped around each other's boners, jacking each other off, and edging each other the entire time. Sometimes, I'll just turn off the porn on the TV, and it's just us talking nasty and being connected to one another. Porn is fucking hot, but I love it when it's just me and the bottom, verbalizing everything twisted in our heads, turning each other on, between hits of the pipe. It never fails: I always get spun out bottom boys hard while talking nasty to them in this position. I'm drying off when I get Jack's text. "Dude, I have a surprise for you. Don't miss it! Bring whatever you want, but I've also got us well-covered. Can you admin tonight? I know how much that turns you on when it's a newbie!" Attached is a photo of a hot kid. He must be in his early twenties, fit, with a beautiful, smooth face, pretty dick-sucking lips, and a nice smile. He's sitting at the kitchen table with clothes on, a t-shirt, and a baseball hat, so he must have just gotten there. A can of Coke and an empty glass in front. That's usually Jack's signal that he's about to give a guy some G. Jack loves to share with me. We have the same tastes, and though we like to party hard, we keep each other in check and make sure we’re okay. There’s a time and place for everything, and like me, he loves a ritual, especially when it comes to partying. The fucking is just one part of the entire thing. We’re both generous, and we like to keep the bottom right on the edge. Pliable enough so they’ll want to do everything, but not totally out of their wits, unless it’s something they’ve agreed to in advance. There’s a small group of us who are good buddies: me, Jack, Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne. They usually end up at Kevin’s sooner or later. But usually, Kevin likes to start a little more low-key. Get the seduction going, working the bottom over so they’re twisted and ready for anything. I slide the cock ring on, get dressed, and put my party bag in a backpack. I hit the water bong 8 times in a row, finishing what’s in the bowl. The scene on the TV is a close-up of my big raw rock sliding in the boy’s cummy hole over and over again. Good times. I put the pipe away in the safe, turn off the TV, and hop in the car. It’s just a quick 20-minute drive over to Jack’s place, and I’m buzzing. The walk down Jack’s hallway is such a fucking turn on. My entire body knows this walk so well. My heart is beating so fast, and my cock is full-on chubby and tight in my jeans. I have a key to Jack’s place and go right in and lock the door behind me. The place is dark, with just a few night lights turned on. I turn right and, around the corner, see a light from the big screen TV in the living room. On the couch is the bottom boy, clearly in G heaven. The college boy’s still got his baseball hat on, but this time he’s got a loose tank top on, and is wearing short gym shorts with nothing on underneath. He must have shed his street clothes and changed into this outfit. From the side of his shorts, I can see some hair on his bush and a bit of his cock. He’s sitting in between Jack’s legs, head nodding, with Jack’s left hand holding the tank aside so he could play with the boy’s right nip. There’s porn on, some tweaked out looking guys that I don’t recognize. Must be a new amateur one from one of Jack’s many buddies on Telegram. Jack sees me, but the boy doesn’t. I stay to the side for a minute, watching. Jack takes each of the boy's legs and puts them over his own, so the boy's legs are spread-eagled. The short shorts show even a little more of what’s underneath. Jack then takes his right hand and glides it down the boy’s body, down the shorts. The boy moans a little, and Jack whispers in his ear, “You going to be a good boy for me, Drew?”Jack’s slowly jacking the boy’s cock with his left while his right hand is playing with his nips. “God, boy, you feel so good. You’re going to let your Uncle Jack do what he wants with you? I want you to feel really, really good. Especially for your first time partying. You’re going to want to do it with Uncle Jack and his buddies all the time.” While he’s saying this, I can see Drew grind his ass on Jack’s crotch. Jack’s hand roaming all over his body, but eventually lifting Drew’s tank top a bit so he can access both his nips with his both hands. I see Drew’s taught stomach and a small faint line of brown hair going down his torso to his crotch. “Drew, my good buddy, is here. I want you to meet him.” I step out of the shadow and say hello. “Hi, Drew. I’m glad to meet you. How’re you doing? Feeling good?” “Fuck, yeah, so good.” “I’m happy to hear that. I’m looking forward to spending the weekend with you. You don’t have anywhere to go, right?” “No, I told all my friends I’m going away for a few days.” “Good boy.” I look over to Jack, who’s smiling widely. Jack’s still fully clothed, with his button-down shirt open to show his chest and his big nips. I take my backpack off and set it aside. Jack sticks his tongue out and mouths, “fuck, this is going to be good.” I sit next to them on the couch, and Jack nods to me and looks at the coffee table drawer. This is his signal for me to get out the pipes and bag of Tina. “Drew, baby boy, sit here between us. I’m going to put on some other video, and my buddy is going to prepare a few things. We’re going to try something that I think you’ll like very much. Are you up for that?” “Yes, please.” Jack and I love a polite bottom boy. Drew scootches between us, and I scan his smooth legs—Drew’s pretty hairless, about 5'6”, maybe 135 lbs. I take a good look at his beautiful face and notice his red swollen lips. They must have been making out for the past hour. I could already feel the heat off Drew. I don’t know how much G Jack gave, but it was enough to get the night going for the hot boy. I turn to Drew and smile, and he looks at me and smiles back. I look at his brown eyes, then reach over and gently grab the back of his neck and bring him over for a sloppy make-out. I feel his tongue on mine as he gently moans. I reach over and push his shirt up again so I can play with his nip. As soon as I did that, Drew started to grind his ass on the couch. We’ve found his magic button. I bet his boy hole is already winking open and closed. Oh, this is going to be good. I pull back to let him breathe. “Let’s get you fucked up, boy. Sounds good to you?” “Mmmhmm.” I smile, and then I reach over to pull his shorts open, so I get a peek. Hmm, just a bit of hair around a beautiful cock. He’s semi-hard, which is probably because of the G. That’s okay, later I love getting a spun out boy on his back, shaving all his pubes off, while he’s strapped down, getting ready to get a slam. Drew smiles and says, “God, you guys are so hot. This is great.” “Oh, it’s about to get even better.” I reach down and get the stuff from the coffee table drawer. Drew’s watching what I’m doing closely. I put a clean pipe down on the coffee table, a torch, a bag of Tina, and some silicone lube. “Have you done this before?” “No, but I’ve been wanting to try.” “You hear that, Jack? Boy wants to try! Of course, Drew, we’re happy to oblige.” Jack finds the porn from the drive he can access from the TV, and hits play. It starts with a hot twink looking up, with a disembodied voice saying, “Ever take a man’s raw cock?” Jack then takes Drew’s left leg and once again puts it over his own leg. Drew loves smoking up his bottom boys while they’re straddling him. I take Drew’s right leg and put it over mine. He’s spread wide and flops back on the couch with a laugh. “Hey, Jack, let’s get this party started for real. I can’t wait to taste Drew’s hole"

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

Both look good 👍

I’m using an app called Bigger Black Book, short BB Book. You register your encounters and then you can just add a bunch of randoms or list fuck buddies and then keep track of whatever you feel like recording. Im keeping track of loads and also I register group encounters, 3somes, and double fucks. my load count so far this year is about 300. I didn’t have sex for 4 months out of the year because of a back issue so it’s over average for me.

Back in the olden days, I loved letting guys ride my hole any way they wanted, relatively safely. I never turned away an aggressive top. Thank god I discovered poppers because my ass was attracting a lot of thick cocks, black and white. After I got pozzed, I went sex crazy. I experienced a new freedom squeezing my hole on the juicy white poz cocks I used to avoid in the past. But then I became a 100% hungry pig top, because there were so many easy holes to fuck.

Same here exactly. Every bottom needs to know this. The top will instruct you how he wants to use you. It's not a negotiation or a democracy.

Dont tell my wife but , I need a servicing 😵

Same goes for regular "street' shorts. Some guys (who will remain nameless) almost never wear underwear (for obvious reasons), but when they do, it's those loose-ish fitting skinny-fabric boxers. One cardinal rule of interest: NEVER wear any kind of shorts underneath 501's.

As an incredibly proud sub faggot , I can confirm. For me it’s just the excitement and thrill of a man getting off. Anything I can do to help them out with that, I will always happily do 😈🐷🥵🤤

It's horrible for meeting people, however the topic threads have some good posters. I consider it a source for some inspiration for bondage ideas and toy reviews. I consider it the "hot topic" of kink, a bunch of not to serious people posting pics looking for attention. The people you'd want to meet are either to far away, or inactive. Many profiles are filled with memes, or old pics. I've met a few people from there, all of them were subs with no experience.

The scenario you're describing—1,000 rectal ejaculations in 24 hours (one every ~86.4 seconds without any pause)—is, from a combined physiological, logistical, and medical standpoint, effectively impossible for a single bottom and extremely improbable even under the most optimized theoretical conditions. Here’s a breakdown of why, focusing on the hardest constraints: 1. The bottom’s physical limits (the real bottleneck) - Friction and tissue trauma: Even with massive amounts of lube, 1,000 insertions in 24 hours means constant mechanical stress on the rectal and anal tissue. After a few dozen to perhaps 100–200 partners (depending on size, technique, lube, and prep), micro-tearing becomes macro-tearing, bleeding, swelling, and eventual prolapse risk skyrocket. The rectum simply wasn’t designed for that volume of traffic. - Sphincter fatigue and incontinence risk: The external and internal anal sphincters would fatigue long before 1,000. Temporary or permanent fecal incontinence becomes a very real outcome. - Semen volume inside the rectum: 1,000 average ejaculations is roughly 2–5 liters of semen (closer to 2 L if volumes drop with rapid recycling). The rectum and sigmoid colon would distend massively; cramping, leakage, and eventual reflux out of the anus would be unavoidable without constant enema breaks—which eat into your 86.4-second window. 2. The top donor pool required Let’s assume you somehow solve the bottom’s durability problem (you can’t, but let’s pretend). - Best-case refractory period: A 20-year-old in perfect health might average 10–15 minutes between recoverable ejaculations if highly stimulated and using pharmacological help (cabergoline, low-dose sildenafil, oxytocin nasal spray, etc.). The world-record stuff (6 full ejaculations in 36 minutes) is an extreme outlier and not repeatable for hours on end. - Realistic average with drugs and youth: 1 ejaculation every 15–20 minutes per donor is already pushing biological limits. - Math: 1,000 ejaculations ÷ (24 hours × 3 ejaculations per hour per donor) = you need a minimum of ~140 young, healthy, drug-assisted donors rotating constantly, each managing 7–8 loads in the day. - If the average donor can only do 4–5 loads (more realistic), you need 200–250 men. So you’d need an absolute minimum of 140–250 highly fit, pre-screened, consenting tops on site, perfectly timed, with zero delays. 3. Logistical nightmare - You need at least two full-time fluffers per top keeping them hard and on the verge (because 86 seconds of insertion time leaves almost no margin). - Hygiene: Rapid partner change + anal sex + semen = massive bacterial infection risk (E. coli, gonorrhea, chlamydia, shigella, etc.) unless every top is tested that morning and showers immediately before insertion. Fortunately this is breeding zone, so who cares about that. - Queue management: A delay of even 30 seconds per changeover destroys the average. Documented extremes for context - The current “most creampies in 24 hours” record (Rusty Rocket, 2018) is 136, done with a rotation of pre-vetted tops and extensive prep. That’s 1 every 10.6 minutes—already 7× slower than the needed 86-second pace. - Even extreme gangbang records (Lisa Sparxxx 919 partners in 24 h) required frequent breaks, position changes, and still caused serious medical issues for the performer. Bottom line - Theoretically conceivable with: 200–300 young, medicated, hyper-fertile tops + industrial amounts of lube + a medical team on standby + a bottom with superhuman tissue resilience? Still only gets you to maybe 300–400 loads before the bottom is evacuated to the ER. - Human biology simply says no. So yes—impossible in practice, and even the most extreme attempt would end in serious injury long before reaching quadruple digits.

Part 4: There I was, caught talking to Chad, my boyfriend's friend, and another guy whose name I didn't know, right outside the beat where I'd just taken one load in my throat and two in my ass. All three anonymous and none of them belonging to my boyfriend, who I was supposedly in a monogamous relationship with. Had he seen where I'd just come from? I know he's been there before, so he knows it's a beat. My brain was working overtime trying to figure out what to do and how much did this guy know. "Did you have fun in there?" he asked me, glancing back towards the dingy toilet block. "What do you mean?" I asked back, trying to be coy and innocent. "Cut the crap. We both know that place is a beat and no one goes there unless they're looking for a hook up. I know you hooked up in there. Does Nate know you visit these places?" "Oh. Yeah. I was just curious, that's all. I used to visit before I met Nate, but then stopped, obviously. I just went back today out of curiosity to see if guys still go there. It was empty, so I think it might be dead. I wasn't going to hook up anyway, of course, even if someone else had been there. And no, Nate doesn't know I was there, but there's nothing for him to know about it anyway." "Wow. That's almost convincing. I almost believe that you didn't just hook up with at least 3 random guys in a seedy beat." "What!? 3 guys? I would never do that" "Don't be stupid. I know because I was in the toilet block. George and I heard you sucking off some random dude. This is George, by the way. I don't think I've introduced him to you. Then we both went into the cubicle after the guy you sucked off left, and you sucked George's cock through the hole, then he fucked you and then I fucked you. Both of us fucked you bareback, and you had no idea who we were. I knew it was you because I watched you go in." I just stood there, I didn't know what to say. I think I was about to faint or cry or both. I was supposed to be monogamous and I failed, and now I'd been caught. There was no sense lying now, he knew what I'd done. I think Chad knew I was about to have a panic attack and he just said "It's cool, relax. I'm not going to tell Nate. I like Nate, and I'm a bit pissed off that you're cheating on him, but I also think he's a fool for wanting a monogamous relationship anyway. Plus, I enjoyed fucking you. George did too." George hadn't said much until this point, unless you count his loud comments while we were on opposite sides of the glory hole earlier, and said "Fuck yeah man, my cock wants to get back in your hole. Did you cum yet?" I replied "Uhh, thanks, and yeah, I shot my load while Chad was fucking me." It felt weird to say that. Weird to give a name to the load inside me after I'd taken it anonymously, but somehow also hot. George seemed sad at my reply, saying "Damn, I'm horny again and my cock wants to shoot another load inside you" Chad answered for me "That's not a problem, the beat's still there, so why don't you two go back in and fuck again?" I was a bit nervous now. What this a trap? George has a nice dick, but this seemed like a step too far into my cheating lifestyle. I said that I probably should head home, and maybe another time would be ok. Chad stopped me in my tracks and said "Go back in and take George's load, it's rude to leave him horny". With that, George took my hand and practically dragged me back to the toilet block. I guess I was committed now and I'd go home with another load from George in my guts. I figured I had no choice, so once we'd entered the block, I headed straight for the cubicle that I'd been occupying earlier. George pulled my arm and said "No, not there. I'm going to fuck you in the open area. It's more fun." He bent me over the sink, pulled my pants down, and freed his already hard cock. With the cum already inside me, it wasn't difficult for him to slide in. Cum is a great lube. A few slow strokes and then he was fucking me hard, pounding away. He was loud this time too. I wondered if he was able to fuck and keep his voice down. Practically yelling "Fuck yeah, take my bare cock" and "I'm going to fill you up with my cum" and "You're such a slut, taking anyone bareback". I quietly whispered to him to keep the noise down, someone might hear and we'd be caught. He paused his fuck for a moment, lent over so that his mouth was right next to my ear, and whispered "Fuck yeah, I want to get caught. That's why I do it." and with that, resumed fucking me, and resumed his loud dirty talk. I was terrified that we'd be caught. I knew that Chad was outside, but I didn't know if he'd do anything if someone else approached, and with us fucking near the hand wash sinks, would we even have time to cover up anyway? I didn't have to wonder any longer. George's wish and my fear came true. We were caught. An older, short, stocky guy walked into the toilet block and came face to face with a fuck session. I couldn't move, George had me pinned, and George kept fucking as if he preferred it with an audience. The older guy watched for a bit, and I guessed that he was there to cruise, so at least I didn't think he'd call the police or anything like that. He watched as George grunted, pushed in hard, and yelled "fuck yeah, take my load" and blasted his cum deep inside me. He waited for a few moments and then pulled out, a few globs of his cum (or maybe Chad's?) fell out of my ass and into my pants. Shit. I'd have to sneak them into the laundry later. The older guy said to George, "That looked like fun. I think you left a big load inside him" and George replied "Fuck yeah. He has a nice tight ass. Do you want a turn?" Neither of them seemed concerned about asking me what I wanted. The older guy answered "don't mind if I do", and pulled out his cock. It was built like the rest of him, short and stocky. I froze in place, but with George's hand firmly on my shoulder I didn't think I had a choice anyway. The short stocky cock was lined up behind me and he started to push in. George asked him "Did you put a condom on?" the older guy froze and said "Oh, no. I saw you fucking him bareback and just assumed. I don't have one anyway. Should I stop" George replied "Nah, I'm just fucking with you. You can fuck him bareback too. As long as you agree to one condition" "What's that?" "You have to promise to cum inside him" "Fuck yeah. I promise" and he pushed in quickly, and fucked quickly. It wasn't the most enjoyable fuck for me, but I didn't really have a choice anyway, so I just let it happen. He didn't last long and soon I felt his cock thicken and with some breathing that made me concerned that he was about to have a heart attack, he stopped and pulled out. He looked at George and said "I kept my promise. Thanks for letting me fuck him" and with that, he was out the door and on his way. He never really acknowledged me at all. I was finally allowed to pull my pants up and George and I left the beat. Chad was still waiting for us outside, and asked how it was, and mentioned that he'd seen the older guy approaching and hoped that I'd serviced him too. George told him that I'd been good and now I had 4 loads in my ass from 3 different guys and that I was a good slut. It was time to go home, and as I left, Chad just called after me "Let me know next time you're slutting around and I'll come and help" I think I have to admit to myself now that I'm not very good at monogamy. I just hoped Nate wouldn't find out.

Disclaimer: It is the same story as Part 1, but from the POV of the brother. It just felt necessary, I hope you enjoy. Part 2 I laugh, when I see my little brother enter the living room, a golden thong and chaps, well he isn’t shy that’s for sure. But I have to hurry him, as we are already late. We meet his friends, and I take all the people around us in. My little brother doesn’t know, but this is not my first Pride parade. It brings back beautiful memories of wonderful people, but those times are long gone. I relax and enjoy the parade more and more, even taking my shirt off to go with the flow, also it is hot as fuck today. As I let myself fall a little back to take a picture of Luke’s group and the fun they’re having, I feel a hand on my lower back. ‘Can it be?’ a deep male voice whispers in my ear ‘Is that star rugby player Thomas Gray?’ I am shocked for a moment, don’t know what to do, this cannot be happening. But as I turn around, I look into the face of Mark, my college roommate and one time hook up. ‘Mark? What are you doing here?’ we hug awkwardly, I feel the bulge of his leather jock right against my cock, as his hand slowly caresses my back. ‘Shouldn’t I ask you? You have been the “straight” one of us two. You couldn’t get fast enough out of this town after our first Pride parade.’ I lower my head in guilt and shame, my wedding band reflecting the sun, reminding me of my past decisions. ‘Mark I’m sorry, I know I was a coward then, but I can admit it was wrong now. You have been nothing but wonderful to me, I was just scared.’ ‘So, you’re not scared or a coward anymore? How come, I guess this ring of yours is not a sign of a gay marriage, is it?’ It is annoying, that he can still read me like an open book. I shake my head slightly but decide to finally say it out loud. ‘It is a sign of a hasted decision, yes, but… fuck, I haven’t said it yet out loud… Yes, I am married, but my wife and I have separated one month ago. Turns out she doesn’t like men that much.’ Mark laughs, and it brings a smile to my face. It is strange how fast I feel save with him. ‘That is quite the twist of fate, I guess. So, are you now exploring your gay site a little more or why are you here?’ ‘Oh, no, no… it’s my little brother Luke. Look, he is over there with his friends, he is out and proud, and I love him to pieces. I would do anything for him.’ ‘That’s lovely, you changed Thomas, but I guess for the better’ Mark and I start to walk with the people around us again, and I allow myself to take him in for the first time. His body is beautiful, that hairy chest wasn’t there in college, but it suits him. He has become way more muscular and toned, a few tattoos on his shoulders and one peeping out of his jock. I feel myself yearning for this man, but it cannot happen. ‘I have to go to my brother now, hopefully we’ll see each other around’ He pulls me into a tighter hug and presses my hand forcefully to his crotch. ‘Thomas, it was really lovely to see you again… and just so you know, this cock here is ready for you if you want it, and it is full of toxic poz cum now, as I remember this fantasy was quite a big part of your internet search history… seldom saw straight porn on there, if I remember correctly.’ I break the hug, look him in the eyes, the desire between us unbearable. Over Mark’s shoulder I see Chad looking at us puzzled from far away, which brings me back to reality. I nod to Mark and start heading to my brother and his friends. Between hope and fear to ever see Mark again. I let myself be talked into a party by the group, and as we take our seats my little brother and Chad head straight to the darkroom. It is a little annoying, that he is leaving me here with his friends, despite them being really wonderful. I take the chance of my brother being occupied to have a wee and step outside to get some air. I breathe in the fresh, cooler night letting myself relax, when a strong hand grabs me around my hips and turns me around. The kiss of Mark hits me like a lightning bold, for a second, I resist, but then I let myself fall into the kiss, my hands resting on his bare ass. ‘I wanted to do this since I saw you’ Mark says ‘but you were always with those bloody kids’ I started to say something, but another deep kiss prevents me from speaking. We are making out heavily, and I feel Mark’s cock slowly slipping out of his leather jockstrap. He notices it too and takes me by the hand. Without a word we both walk down the stairs to the cruising area, as we passed the first rooms, a monitor shows my brother fucking Chad deepthroat. But I have no time for this, as Mark is guiding me deeper and deeper into the maze of this cruising area. We enter an empty room and start to kiss forcefully; he pushes me against a bench in the middle of the room and demands me to get naked. Within seconds my clothes are thrown into a corner, and Mark kneels before me. As he is sucking my cock my mind races, because I cannot believe what I am doing right now. Mark, as in our youth senses something is up and comes back up to my face and kisses me. ‘I want to fuck you, Thomas. I want to fuck you with my poz cock and breed you with my toxic seed’ This talk makes my cock rock-hard. ‘Then do it, fuck me with you poz cock’ I cannot believe I said those words, but now is the time to live. Mark turns me around, bends me over the bench. He spits at my hole, positions his cock at my entrance and with a violent thrust pushes his cock inside me. My body shocked by the unknown sensation, but within a few strokes my hole opens up, and I relax myself into the fuck. My mind still tries to comprehend the situation, me being fucked in a gay cruising club by my first and only ever guy hook up. But then the situation changes, another man enters the room and without hesitation I take his cock in my mouth. I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip but don’t think about it further. As Mark shoots his load inside me, I feel the warm fill me up, but I have no time to relax as another cock enters me, I feel metal hitting my insides. Mark is standing in front of me, so it cannot be him. It must be the man, who I just sucked off. Fuck, I let myself being fucked anonymously. The unknown cock slides out but is immediately replaced by another one. This situation is surreal, first I only had a relatively innocent hook up with a man I've known for years, now I am getting gangbanged by a load of anonymous guys. I lose count as the seventh cock enters me, my hole already dripping with the many loads I took. All the feeling for time and place leaves me, but after an eternity Mark slaps my bare ass and tells me it is time to take a break. I kiss him one final time, before I put on my clothes and prepare to get back to my little brother and his friends. I introduce Mark, but apparently Luke has seen us. I hope he didn’t see too much of my night, but I cannot change it. After an awkward conversation I guide Mark back downstairs. ‘Are you alright’ Mark asks. ‘Yeah, it’s fine. I guess it is the whole situation of this night. Just a little much, my brother will be fine, but of course he is shocked now.’ Mark and I enter the cruising area again, but this time chose a private room. We talk for hours. At one point he admits to me, that he wanted to test me and force the real me out of my overthinking self. That’s why he guided me into the room with the bench, it is called ‘the biohazard’, it is a room solely designed for bareback sex, but especially a save space for poz guys to fuck. I look at him and understand the implication: most of the guys, who have fucked me tonight are either poz, unknown or just into bareback sex. For a moment I thought anger would take over, but instead my cock became hard again and within in seconds I sat on Mark’s lap, begging him to give me the final poz load of the night. After Mark finished inside me, we decided to call it a night and exchange numbers, both agreeing, that we don’t want to lose each other again. I meet up with the rest of Luke’s group, surprised they waited, but it’s a good sign, I think. As we walk to my car, I feel cum dripping out of my hole and slowly wetting my pants. The talk with my little brother tomorrow will be a very awkward one, and I guess I have to apologise for calling him a slutty twink.

Realistically I think I got around 250 this year. I stopped tracking many moons ago and I rarely do 1-1. I mostly go to sex clubs on average twice or three times a week and I get fucked quite a bit, but on average I get some 5-6 loads every time. Sometimes more, sometimes less. To put it in perspective, I get fucked some 10-15 times every time I go to a sex club where I tend to stay about 3-4 hours max. And so I think getting 5-6 loads per visit, it's quite good actually considering that not all tops want to unload right away and there is always more than just one bottom 🙂

Part 3 (no explicitly poz loads in this chapter): Nick wasn't lying when he said he'd be fucking me a lot. I don't think a day went by since our first fuck without at least one of his loads in my ass. Most days he fucked me twice. His libido was off the charts. He was fucking me twice most days and also going out and hooking up with randoms too. Sometimes he took his time, other times it was a quick fuck because he needed to get off. He didn't seem to care if I had an orgasm or not, it was all about his pleasure. He just fucked me when he wanted, and he never asked for permission. He enjoyed fucked other guys either at beats, their place, or sex clubs, and then coming home, finding me in the apartment, pulling my shorts down and shoving his dick inside me. He'd fuck me while telling me about the guy or guys he'd just been inside and loved pointing out that he hadn't washed his dick since fucking them, hoping that he was passing something from them to me. He would just fuck me anywhere, at any time. In the kitchen, my bedroom, his bedroom, the living room, a couple of times in the hall just inside the front door, and even on the balcony. It definitely wasn't a private balcony, so I'm sure some of our sessions out there were watched by someone. I was surprised but glad that our other flatmate, Chris, hadn't caught us yet. There were a few close calls, with Nick ejaculating inside me just as Chris opened the door, giving us just enough time for Nick to pull out and both of us to get our pants back in order. Chris was more a friend of Nick's than mine, someone Nick knew who took the third room when our previous flatmate moved out, so I didn't know him as well and I hadn't talked to him about anything sexual. I really didn't know how he'd react if he caught us fucking, or even if he knew that we'd fucked many times in the kitchen where he prepared his meals. After a few weeks of this kind of schedule, Nick told me that I wasn't being a good enough slut. Since the first week, I hadn't been to a beat or hooked up with anyone else because Nick was fucking me a lot. Nick said he enjoyed having me as his personal sex toy, but reminded me that he loves fucking a cum-filled ass, and I should be collecting random loads so that he can fuck me afterwards. Plus, if he's the only one fucking me, my chances of taking a poz load are unacceptably low. It had only been a few weeks since the incident at the beat when I was told to let a poz guy breed me, so it was too early to tell but I felt like I was still neg and he hadn't converted me. I told Nick that I'd been reconsidering being a bug chaser, and thought I should start taking my prep tablets again to protect myself, but that I hadn't decided fully. Nick said that I obviously wasn't good at making decisions and needed someone else to make them for me, so he came up with a few rules for me to follow: 1. I'm not allowed to take prep or pep unless Nick gives me explicit permission. 2. No loads refused. Anyone and everyone is allowed to fuck me as long as it's bareback. 3. I must visit at least 1 beat per day. 4. If Nick sends me instructions to go to a guy's house or other location, I must follow those instructions and take the guy's load. 5. No underwear allowed. I must go commando at all times for easy access. Even at work. I wasn't sure what to say, but I could tell from his tone and expression that these rules weren't up for negotiation. Nick "sealed the deal" buy fucking and breeding me. The next day when I returned from work, Nick met me at the door and just said "your bedroom, now. Remove all clothes and wait on the bed for me". I did as instructed, expecting him to come in and fuck me, but he entered the room carrying a blindfold and earplugs. He tied the blindfold around my head and told me to insert the ear plugs. I could hear him faintly if he spoke with his mouth next to my ear, but I couldn't see anything. He had me sitting on the edge of the bed and I felt the presence of another person. Nick took my hand and guided it to a cock, and moved my hand up and down the shaft. I took the hint and started wanking this unknown guy. His cock felt slightly longer than average, and I think it was cut. It wasn't as big as Nick's cock, but then again, very few are. Nick is blessed in that department. My head was guided to this stranger's cock and I knew what to do. I was being instructed to suck it. I did my best, the cock tasted nice and there was a good amount of precum for me to lick up. I normally structure my headjob technique based on feedback, but with the earplugs, I couldn't hear any moans or comments from the guy attached to the dick in my mouth. The blow job didn't last long before the dick was removed from my mouth and I was repositioned on the bed so that the mystery man's cock could have easy access to my hole. A bit of lube, a bit of pressure, and he was balls deep inside me. While he used my ass as if I was nothing more than a fleshlight, I felt another cock at my lips. This one was thick and uncut. I had sucked it before, and I was certain that it was Nick's. I didn't often get to suck him because he preferred to fuck, and especially if he'd just been inside another guy, as he said, he didn't want my mouth cleaning off anything that should be donated to my ass. Nick's cock left my mouth but the cock in my ass kept pounding away, getting gradually faster and faster, the mystery guy fucking harder and harder. I thought he was getting close and then felt someone climb back up on the bed. I thought Nick had returned and I hoped he'd let me suck his cock again. A cock did appear at my lips but it wasn't one that I recognized. I opened up and let the new guy, mystery man 2, enter my mouth. I didn't know who either of these two were, but I hoped that they were enjoying the experience. I didn't want any rumors going around that I was a boring sex partner. Mystery man 1 fucked harder, pushed in as deep as he could, and collapsed on my back, while flooding my colon with his load. I wondered who he was and where Nick had found him. Mystery guy 2 immediately pulled out of my mouth and I felt his cock knocking at my backdoor. I knew what was expected of me, so I relaxed and let him in. He didn't last as long as the first guy and before I knew it, his load was added to the one already inside me. He pulled out and I was left alone for a while. It felt like ages, but was probably only 5 mins or so, before Nick returned and shoved his long, thick tool deep inside me. When he was all the way in, he pulled the earplugs out of my ears and told me that this is how he liked to fuck me - random guys' cum inside me as lube. He told me that I'd been a good slut taking those loads. I asked him who they were, and he said that the whole point of me wearing a blindfold and earplugs was so that I didn't know who they were. With a shout of "fuck yeah, I love a sloppy hole", Nick emptied his balls inside me. Something about the way he came set me off and I sprayed my load all over the bed below me. After he finished, Nick took the blindfold off me and I was about to see again. I told him that it was fucking hot that he'd just invited two random strangers over to fuck me like that. He said two things, firstly, that he liked it too and that he will do it again, and secondly, that they weren't strangers, but next time he might choose some random guys. What did he say? They weren't strangers? My head started swimming with possibilities. Who had he shared me with? Did I know them or did he know them? Nick could see that I wasn't going to let it rest, and just told me that I couldn't ask anymore questions, but we both know both guys, they're not strangers to either of us, and they both told Nick that they wanted to fuck me again sometime, and Nick said he'd make it happen. End of the third chapter. I promise that there will be poz cum in the next installment.

I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.

Chapter 1 – Guest of Honor Todd had just finished getting his place ready for his guest of honor. Todd was a successful drug dealer and could afford a nice place on his own. His profession gave him continued access to a world of desirable men and hot barely legal teens. If his plan worked out tonight he would have both. Todd was waiting for a sweet little 18 year old that had just started buying from him. A twink named Aiden was his guest of honor tonight. Aiden was this ginger twink that had an innocence look to him that made Todd’s dick throb. He had laid the foundation after the first couple transactions, allowing the boy to linger and hang out. They would smoke bowls and talk. As with everything with men, the conversation eventually landed on sex. Todd had gotten the smoked out teen to really start opening up about him being gay and his limited experiences. Aiden smoked away his inhibitions and talked freely of his deepest sexual desires. He talked about how he was still a virgin but wanted to fucked by someone specific. The smoke had gotten Aiden to admit that he secretly was into the idea of incest and desperately jerked off each night thinking of his dad. He showed off pics of his dad from his phone. If only Aiden could see the inner workings of Todd’s mind. Aiden had also brought up the idea of being filmed made him hard. Todd being the generous man that he was, offered to set him up with his friend – another customer of his that makes amateur vids on the side. He could set the whole thing up if Aiden wasn’t shy about being in a video. The smoked out teen couldn’t believe it when Todd said he had a dead ringer for his dad that he could invite over for a smoke session. The horny boy agreed to meet up and see where it went. This was a week ago. The boy was prompt and showed up exactly on time. He was ushered into the house by his host. Aiden was visibly nervous but intrigued about the event and planned event. Todd could see that excitement in the boy and it made his mouth water. They sat in the living room. Todd: excited for tonight? Or scared? Aiden: Little of both. Cant believe I actually showed up. I’m so nervous. T: Let me get you something to help calm you down. A: Yes, please. Todd disappeared for a moment into the kitchen and came back with 2 glasses of coke. He hads one to Aiden. T: Drink up. Some G should help with those nerves. Aiden gulped down half the glass and made a face. A: oh wow, that aftertaste. T: yeah, that’s some potent stuff there. Nothing but the best for my friends. Aiden continued to make the scrunched up face as he gulped down the rest of the drink. A: ugh. That taste though. T: somethings cant be helped. Todd sat down on the couch and the boy sat beside him. In front of them was a small box on the coffee table. Todd reached into the box and pulled out a pipe and a fat sack of T. He packed the bowl and reached back into the box for a lighter. Flick. The lighter ignites and he melts the first fat bowl of the night. Todd takes a big rip and blows a cloud out. T: good stuff here. Here, take that Mr Nervous. Aiden takes the pipe and takes his hit. It’s a huge cloud. T: looks like you’re starting off big huh? Aiden offers the pipe back to Todd but Todd waves off the gesture. Aiden proceeds to take hit after hit, finishing off the bowl in a few minutes. Todd reaches for the pipe wipes the bottom of the bulb. He refills the pipe and again melts it, taking the first hit. The cloud escapes his mouth. A second hit is blown out before the pipe is offered back to the boy. They go back and forth until the second bowl is done. Todd reaches over and touches the boy on his shoulder. Okay, into the bedroom. I wanna show you something. They get up from the couch and walk down a hallway to the master bedroom. Todd leads Aiden over to his large bed and lightly pushes the twink on the bed. T: now you wait right there. I’ll be right back. I forgot the supplies. Be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable. Todd turned around and walked back to the living room. He picked up the box of supplies and pipe and turned back toward the room. When he walked back into his room he was slightly shocked at the site before him. The boy had stripped down to his white briefs and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread eagle. A: I got comfortable. Todd laughed. That was not the expression Aiden had expected. His brief moment of confidence dropped from his face. He closed his legs immediately. A: OMG. I’m sorry. I thought this is what you wanted. T: oh im sorry. I’m only laughing because of white briefs. I took you for a boxer brief kinda guy. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a sight to see. The tightening in my pants agrees with your kind gesture. A: I’m sorry. I thought… T: you thought this was all a ruse to get in your pants. That’s tempting. So very tempting. But I promised you an experience and I’m gonna pull through. A: I thought, because it was just us here – that you set this up for us T: oh I don’t mind playing with you a bit. But I promised you a daddy. He’s just running late. I probably should have mentioned that. A: Oh wow. Totally read this wrong. Aiden reaches for his pants. T: hey, stop that. There is nothing wrong with staying comfortable while we wait. In fact … Todd puts down the supplies on a side table and strips off his shirt and drops his pants. He is left in just his boxers with a visibly strained dick print in the fabric. T: See, you definitely got me all ready to go. But the plan. Believe me, you’ll love the plan. Todd reaches into his pants and pulls out his phone and places it next to the party supplies. He packs another fat bowl. He lights up and passes it back to the boy. While Aiden is flicking the lighter and working on the pipe, Todd goes over to the dresser and goes on his laptop. He selects a playlist and porn starts playing on the big screen tv. They pass the pipe back and forth a few times. More and more the boy is getting transfixed on the amateur porn playing. A few scenes have played through with the same ginger top. Not a body builder but he definitely looked like he worked out. He has muscley but not overly muscled. He had a light covering of red chest hair that funneled down to his happy trail and nicely trimmed patch of red pubes. Total ginger. Todd could see the front of Aiden’s briefs tenting. T: you like my friend there? A: OMG yes. He looks a lot like my dad. If my dad was a porn star that is. Todd refilled the pipe, took his usual rip and handed it off to the boy. He also handed him a bottle of laced lube. T: here, handle this while I go check on something. Oh and give those undies a rest already. Leave them on any longer and they’ll burst at the seams. Aiden throws off his briefs and Todd can hear him open the bottle of lube as he turns away from him. He grabs a phone and sets it to record and places it right in front of the boy. T: Video starts now boy. Make it a good show. Try and keep the lube away from the pipe haha. He looks down at the ginger boy. Totally smooth twink except for his pits and small bush above his 6 inch dick sticking straight up. He had lubed up and was jerking off his uncut dick. Pausing every other minute to hit the pipe. Lighter in his lube hand. Todd grabbed his regular phone and walked out to the living room. Chapter 2 – Paying a Debt Sid had texted Todd and was waiting at the front door. Todd answered the door in a robe. He ushered Sid into the house. Sid: okay are you gonna explain why I had to clear my night and cancel my plans. T: yes, now you know how much money you owe me because of your habit. S: ya, it’s a pretty penny. You know I’m working on that. T: oh I have a way for you to work it off. Hence why I needed you. I have a sweet young thing in the next room waiting for his daddy to come and pop his cherry. S: oh damn. I love those. T: ya, a sweet milky white boy with red hair. He asked for you specifically. S: so I just have to pop this stupid kid and we’re good? Are we filming it? T: of course. I’m the camera man tonight. I’ll try to refrain from joining. It’s a special video. Did you take the Viagra on the way? S: ya, its already starting to kick in a little. T: Good. Now I need “fucked up” you tonight. Alright. Go ahead and get into that frame of mind. Here, I made this point just for you. S: usually you only have me slam when you think I’m not into the guy? What’s the damage? T: nothing. Look. I have these pics from last week. Took them just for you. Todd pulls up some nude pics on his phone. Pics of Aiden posing in a jockstrap with his head cut out of the pics. The last one is a beautiful shot of the boy in doggy position showing off his smooth hole. S: Fuck yeah. Sid starts stripping and throwing his clothes on the couch. He’s naked now standing before his host. Todd reaches into his pocket in the robe and hands a rubber hose and premade point to Sid. Sid ties himself off and hits himself. He unties and a small cough escapes the seasoned user. Sid is filled with raw energy and on the balls of his feet, bouncing up and down. His 7 inch uncut dick standing straight up toward his belly button. S: Wow, that was a strong dose. Damn that was good. Where the fuck is this boy. I wanna pound him open already. T: just remember, we need a shot of you rimming his smooth hole. He’s hand toys up there but never a dick. You rim him, give him a huge booty bump, and then push straight in. You don’t stop until you breed him. S. Got it. Where’s he at? T: oh and there is something else you need to know. I need you to know this before you go in there. S: What is it? Just spit it out already. I need to fuck! Todd pulls up the live feed from the phone in the bedroom. It shows the boy with his legs spread and him fingering himself with lubed 2 fingers. He shows Sid. S: Damn that boy is fucking hot. Where did you find him? T:oh in your backyard. S: haha very funny. Where did you find the kid? T: I’m telling you. That’s Aiden. Sid stairs at the screen again. S: no … it cant be Aiden. Not my Aiden. WTF T: Yup and he cant wait to be fucked by his daddy. Or rather, my friend who is a dead ringer for his daddy. Make sure he calls you daddy in the video. Men are gonna fucking love that shit. S: I … I cant. I don’t think… T: oh you’ll do it alright. Not because you owe me a shit ton of money. Not because I’ll cut you off and drop you if you disobey. Because I’m fucking telling you to go in there and fuck your boy. Make him beg for your load. And then breed him like the cumwhore we’re making him into. And because every time I mention Aiden, your dick is leaking precum like crazy. Now go in there and make me my money. The two men walk down the hallway and peak in the bedroom. The boy is too high to move his attention away from the porn. Sid whispers to Todd S: How twacked is he? T: oh he’s flying. He’s green eyes are saucers right now. Go ahead. He wants it. You want it. Make it happen. Todd walks into the room and grabs a shard from the bag of tina. He walks over to the twink who slowly gives him the attention. T: before you turn around and face your fantasy boy. I’m gonna push this T inside you. Pull out those fingers. Good. Todd put the shard at the entrance to the boy’s lubed hole. He pushed it in with his index finger and left the finger inside the boy. Todd could tell the T was dissolving because Aiden was starting to ride his finger. Todd added a second finger and the boy moaned. He pulled his fingers out. He takes his phone and starts recording. T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy.

For those of us who come to realize and express our nature after we're already in a relationship, it's not so easy to do as you suggest. And honestly, thinking about starting over and trying the "dating while cumdump" thing seems daunting and difficult. I'd assert that the overwhelming majority of men who love cumdumps want to use them like sluts, not partner with or marry them. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to live in a world where I can be in a relationship with a man who values and enjoys my nature, fucks my brains out, loves watching or hearing about other men fucking my brains out, and loves and cares for me. Given human emotions, I just think it's a tough ask. Ironically, I think it's easier for younger, attractive cumdumps to connect with promiscuous high-libido breeders, but the emotional maturity, experience, and communication skills are less likely to be there to make a long-term relationship successful. As an older cumdump, you're more likely to have the maturity, experience, and communications skills to make a go of such a relationship, but finding someone interested in you that you're compatible with is tougher. Thanks for a very thought provoking post, @hntnhole, it managed to make me both hopeful and melancholy.

Yes. Example: every time I tried with a bottom who tried to control my pace, or direct me into what he enjoys it’s a massive turnoff. I don’t take instructions from the hole I’m using. Faggots are my perfect match. They are just glad a real man is using them and will put up with anything we serve.

The first few times I got fucked was raw, but the AIDS crisis was just beginning so I pretty much stopped having anal sex and only did oral for years once it became clear that oral was low risk. I started bottoming again in the early 2000s, but only with condoms. I started experimenting a bit with raw sex around that time and realized it was “the way” but was still terrified (this was pre-prep). Around that time I got married and was monogamous for almost 20 years. When I got divorced, I immediately went on prep and started taking as many loads as I could to make up for lost time. I can’t believe how long I went - basically my entire adult life - without taking loads. I don’t regret most of that time as AIDS was real and terrifying. Now that the risk is controllable, I’ve been able to experience what I was missing and the reality is even better than the fantasy. I love the feel of raw cock in my hole, love the sloppy feeling when a guy dumps a big load in me, love cum running down my leg. Everything about the experience is amazing.

To be fair to @fuckholedc he has quoted reputable newspapers like the guardian in defense of his argument, and a semi-reputable website like Vox. I agree. We should stick to the topic - Austin and his conviction - here. The comments and questions raised by @fuckholedc about the US govt and police in the States, of which I was unaware, are very important and require a new thread. I had initially started this topic in the Porn section coz i never thought the case against Austin was a serious or believable case. I now feel I should have started the discussion in the LGTQ politics/general discussion forum because this is a question of sexual freedoms and the treatment of gay men and the possible dangers that come with the State deciding you need to be targeted. I just am not convinced of any of the charges against Austin. They are too brazen and circumstantial.

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