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Holy hell this is amazing. Well-done!

I live in atlanta. Would love to take your load sometime.

Your first name: Christian Your cell number (for texts or email ONLY): 407=900-1956 A location: Atlanta Times you're generally not available: very flexible Age: 33 Height: 5'10 Weight: 171 lbs Ethnicity: white Bigger dicks and poz dicks preferred

Awesome, shell station? I’m up there for work a lot.

I live in Atlanta too. Where was this? I need a fill up as well! LOL

I live in Atlanta. Anyitme you want my hole at Cumunion or my place let me know

Awesome! Looks like you had fun

Nice! Post how that goes and congrats!

This is only my second go at this, guys (and it's a true story) so I hope y'all enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One night a few months back, I had to work late. We had a server crash and I was tasked with trying to collect as much data as I could. I ordered Chinese and as the sunset in the western sky, my eyes were burning and my patience was running thin. Not that I have a boyfriend to go home to, but hell---watching porn, watching the Golden Girls, or sleeping was better than this! I glanced down at my phone and it said 8:11. I decided to call it a night, and closed my workstation down and headed for the exit. I took a detour to the bathroom to take a leak---it’s a 15 mile drive home and there’s roadwork after 8 on the expressway. As I am pissing and enjoying the feeling of release, I glance over toward the sink and notice a sharps container. I work with some older folks, many of whom suffer from diabetes, so it makes sense, logically. Yet, my mind saw the biohazard symbol and my dick immediately started to swell (thankfully I was done pissing). Bad thoughts at work are hot in fantasies, but nothing worth someone coming in and then having an issue that would land me in the unemployment line. So, I zipped up, washed up, and headed towards my car. On the ride home, while trying to enjoy the swell in my dick, I pull out some poppers from my console (hey, you never know when that trick asks you to come over on your lunch break!) and huffed. That biohazard symbol kept coming back to me. I had to focus on the road, but my dick focused on that red and black symbol I craved. Wait---it was the second Wednesday of the month! On the second Wednesday of the month, our local sex club (Manifest) hosts a “Poz 4 Play” night. I am neg, and had always glanced at it and moved past it at home on my computer. Either the guys going weren’t really my type, I was too chicken shit to actually commit to going, or had something going on. Needless to say, I was torn---but being a member of this site has pushed me further and further to what will someday become (hopefully) a reality---the poz swimmers will take root and give me what I crave. I pull into a gas station, change into a jockstrap I had from baseball practice (earlier that week---sweaty too, hehe) and hopped back in my car. So, another huff and I plug the coordinates into my GPS---and 20 minutes later I am there. I’m in the parking lot. Car is running, the air is thick and humid, and the broadcaster is going on about the Braves dropping a game to the Padres. Moment of truth---do I take a chance and go? Or cut and run back home to porn and bed. Poppers---poppers like a magic 8 ball will guide me. I slowly inhale, and relax. I breathe out and release the day---I slowly get out from my car and make my walk to the door. I pay my money, and the door guy gives me a wink and says “You’ll be popular tonight young man” (Oh yeah, I’m 29, white, blonde hair, ice blue eyes, 8c, and an ass made of velvet). I nodded and gave him a smile and walked in. He then said, “Hey kid, have fun” and tossed me a small bottle of lube. Yep---I was in the right place. To give you some backgrounds, Manifest isn’t like a bathouse. You can’t walk around full on naked because there aren’t showers, there aren’t towels, and there isn’t a gym. It’s a straight on sex club. There are rooms (some that lock and some that don’t, and some with and without gloryholes). I walked through the place and saw some porn playing, some noises from some of the rooms and the smell of plywood the place was built with and the dim glow of some dirty lightbulbs lighting the place. I find a darkroom in the middle. Now, I love anonymous sex. I love being face down ass up blindfolded for men to come in and fill me. I don’t want them to see me and I don’t want to see them. I want their cum in me and that’s it. And, I invite bottoms over for the same treatment. It’s just easier that way---no names, no drama, no fuss. But, this was poz night. Walking in the place is certainly a step in and of itself, but taking that next step to walk into the dark room was something different. Again, the brown bottle in my hand did the trick. A little huff and I walked in. Not only did I walk in, I pulled my pants down and exposed my jockstrapped ass. I applied some lube, turned towards the wall and heard the floorboards creak. A hand, two hands caressed my fuzzy ass. The top then felt my smooth hole and grunted in delight. He used the lube to slather up his dick---this was it. I didn’t turn around (not that I could see anything anyway) and huffed again. He slid in just as the poppers kicked in. He went balls deep in the first thrust and I knew then what a pig felt like. Feeling his abs as he pounded me with his thick cock put me into outer space. I tuned out all noises, distractions, and other men to focus on THIS man giving me the seed I craved. It was all about him---in that moment. He fucked me hard and rough for a few minutes with a decent sized cock until the pace picked up, the breathing labored---and then it happened. A poz load up my ass. Not my first by any means, but first in a setting like this. Time had stopped, I’d just succumbed the moment. And as soon as he pulled out and I was about to get up, another one replaced it. I was in complete shock and complete bliss. All those nights reading stories on Breeding Zone and now, here I am! Again, the brown bottle shit everything else off except that poz dick up my hole---and that's the way I both wanted it to be and the way it should be. I must’ve taken 5 or 6 loads, before one burly muscular hairy bear guy whispered “I’ve seen your neg ass looking at my profile on BBRT---so enjoy this load” and popped it in me. I never understood how guys lost track of how much cum they took until that night. It was different---taking them all at once rather than one off situations where one guy dumps his load in me at home and leaves. This was special---and I loved it. My ass then needed a break and I needed a shower, so I pulled up trou and quickly made my exit. A rather inglorious and unromantic end to an evening I won’t soon be forgetting. This was 3 months ago, and I’m still neg, and still planning on going back and taking more poz cum.

Hey HungRaw, I live in Atlanta as well. Would love to play sometime

It's a lot of fun---dpeneding on the crowd, much like any gay event. They have rooms you can fuck in privately, rooms that fit more than one, glory holes, and a dark room and slign in the middle. I have a fantasy to just bend over in there and take a dick without turning around, but haven't ever had the balls to do. There are guys hanging out, and guys fucking---all depending on what you wish to do. It does tend to be an older crowd, but there are some younger guys too. If you go, let me know---i'd definitely down that dick

Awesome story. Would definitely love another chapter. You're a talented writer!

Chrismas time is always crazy, especially at the mall. People hustling and bustling here and there, screaming kids waiting to see Santa, and holiday songs fill the air. I just back fronm the mall, and got the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten. Me? I'm just a 28 year old 6'1 All-American white guy who happened to need a speciality item to give as a gift, and I was trying to pass through the line at Saks for perfurme. I was about at my wits end when out of the corner of my eye I felt someone trying to make eyes at me. I glance over, and sure enough there was a guy trying to do just that. He was about 6'3, 170, white guy and a small smile creeped across the left side of his mouth. I knew I had one hooked. I followed him out of the store, almost knocking down some valley-sounding Starbucks sipping teen girls in the process, and he turned into an art gallery. I slowly followed in and he turned and locked the door. I mingled about looking at the beautiful art, and then i felt his finger graze across the back of my pants. Wordlessly, we went back to the back room. He starts undoing his pants and out flops a 9 inch stick of beauty. Immediately, I went to my knees and swallowed it whole. He put his big hands on the back of my head and thrust back and forth into my mouth. His dick felt so good going in and out. I started lubing it up more and more with my spit, and using my hand to get it throbbing. I moved my tongue down his balls, and jacked his dick at the same time. I gripped his dick with my hand hard around the shaft and picked up steam stroking him, his breathing becoming more labored with each passing stroke. When I knew he was about at his limit, I lifted my hands and my mouth of his dick and grabbed onto the dolley in the bathroom and put my head down. He knew what that meant. His dick was dripping in spit, and he slowly entered me with my own lube. It hurt like hell, and I was lucky that I had some poppers in my backpack I'd had with me. I huffed away and closed my eyes. I hadn't been fucked in a few weeks, but I wanted this monster in me---I craved it---I needed it. And he knew it too. He picked up the pace; faster, harder deeper. I'd passed the point of pain, and was enjoying the pounding I had wanted from the second I laid eyes on him. His forearm then went around my neck, and he'd asserted compleet control over me. Being it was in a store, even closed, I did my best to not make a sound. His breathing picked up and his dick was now actually violating my ass, and I didn't give a shit. He pulled all the way out, jammed all the way back in, and repeated the process, over and over again. It was about to get mighty sticky in my ass, and I angled my ass in the air to where he was fucking me literally from above. He then grunted and thrust all the way in my ass and shot. Volley after volley after volley of cum. I felt every last shot of it. He then quickly pulled out, and used his finger to push in what had leaked out. We washed up, and nodded at one another and parted ways. Not one word had been spoken from start to finish, and I liked it. As I drove home, I enjoyed the cum inside me and smiled the whole way---and I was still horny. So, when I got home I logged into BBRT. My profile does not have a face picture on it, so I can anonymously browse profiles and unlock for who I want to. As I scrolled, I saw a familair looking dick---as in the one I'd just sat on. And in the status box it said, "Positive". Merry Christmas to me

Any word on him? I've never been so turned on by a porn star

Awesome. Well done, good sir!

Atlanta here; would love to do this.

I know this passed; but keep me in mind for the future

This is one of the best stories I've ever read here.

A fuck buddy texts me Saturday morning if I was up for a load. I said yes, and was ass up face down blindfolded as he liked it. But, when he walked in, I heard two guys undressing. I got plowed and seeded by two guys Saturday morning, found a guy on A4A on Saturday night that bred me, and then found a guy on Craigs List today who bred me anonymously, and then finished up with another guy from A4A. 5 loads in 2 days. Not bad.

This was my first attempt at writing, so I hope you all liked it

I'm down. I get to Orlando often

This is a true story (and one I'd love to be recreated) I was in New Orleans for a work trip, found myself with a massive boner, and so naturally I logged into BBRT. After searching for a bit, I found a guy in Seattle who was willing to fulfill my fantasy of being whored out to a guy I couldn't and wouldn't ever see. He said to give him a few, and he would get back to me. I waited as my heart rate picked up with each passing minute. Was this actually really happening to me? What if??? Then, my questioning stopped when I saw the most beautiful dick I'd ever laid eyes on. The guy had found me 9" of 22 year old white uncut meat ready to breed my hole right then and there. I was in a trance imagining this dick throbbing in my hole that, thanks to my geographical luck of the draw living in the Bible Belt, hadn't been violated in months. Closer and closer my hacking took me towards cumming. Moment of truth: Do I sign off and jack off merely to the thought of my lifetime fantasy? Or, do I live in my youth (I was 24) and do what I know deep down I wanted. I asked for the address, and seconds later an address came with instructions. I was to walk into a shed in the yard, bend over, and wait. I was also not allowed under any circumstances to turn around. I gathered my things from the meeting I was in, and went up to my hotel room. I cleared up and called the valet for my car. Still time to back out I thought, but no, the hunger for raw man clock and my first anonymous sex encounter were too strong. I was starting to sweat in the humidity of a New Orleans night, and from the nervousness building inside of me. The car arrived, and I got in and headed towards my desire and destiny. The GPS voice faded into a jumble of jibberish as I parked where I'd been instructed. Jesus Christ what the fuck was I doing? Before I knew what to say to myself, I grabbed my trusty friend Jungle Juice and huffed deeply. Slowly, my body relaxed, my face became less strained, and my heart rate picked up. I knew, this was the moment. I got out of my car, and walked confidently towards the shed. The door was open and it was small an cramped. There was a small container of a jelly-like substance which would be the lube. I slathered some on my ass and huffed again. I started counting the seconds just to distract my mind from racing to any more places it should not go. Every sound, every heartbeat, every everything is deeper, stronger, more pronounced in those type of situations. Just then I heard a door. Then footsteps. Then, warmth. Warmth of a body behind me. Hands touching me, groping me, and then...laughter. More of a chortle, like he knew something I didn't. He could sense my nervousness, but paid it no mind because I was here, so obviously I was ready. I slowly felt him enter me, all at once. I didn't have a chance to yelp, breathe, or even feel. This was MY moment. Then, I felt the pace quicken. Hands on my hips, and a quickly engorging dick. Now, the pain set in---this thing was huge. I focused on my goal, the guy who set it up, and the moment. More poppers, and faster pace. Sweat dripping from him onto my back and then him making me lick it. The pace gets deeper and rougher, and the noise comes...that noise. That unmistakable grunt of pleasure when a man releases himself into you. All the way out he pulled and plunged it deep inside of me and held it there as I felt several volleys of cum spray into me. I couldn't breathe because he had taken me somewhere I'd never been before and I didn't want to leave there. He pulled out very unceremoniously, and I felt something being done on my back. He then walked out and left me dripping himself everywhere. I pulled up my pants after I heard the door shut, and I walked out. When I got back to my hotel room I took off my shirt and was going to admire what my ass looked like when I saw it: a plus sign symbol with the word POZ BOY written in permanent marker on my lower back. I was scared, but smiled knowing that I made the right choice in being who I was, even if I didn't understand it. It's good to be a sinful pig in a city of Saints.

I'll be there with a room to host some hot cocks and cum

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