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Simon didn’t meet strange men on Sniffies all the time, but he found himself ass up in a strange bed, sniffing some poppers, waiting for his anonymous host to come slinking out of the adjacent room with only his footsteps as an announcement. The not too unfamiliar smell of the nitrate, mingled with something else, something not quite determinable as his host fingered his hole with something wet and slimy. The host gingerly placed an unrolled condom just next to Simon‘s face as he plunged his erect cock, deep into Simon’s ass. 

Simon clenched with apprehension. He asked his host to play safe and yet there was the condom next to his face. His host grunted, chortled and then moaned with malign pleasure at the tightness and at Simon’s apprehension and surprise. 

Simon struggled to back off the man, but his host held his hips tight with his giant hands.

“Don’t buck. This will be over soon”, the man spat, thrusting deeper and with force. 

Simmons sighed, relented and complied, knowing he had some extra Truvada in his nightstand at home. 

True to his word, the host shuddered, moaned, pulled out of Simon and left him leaking on the bed. 

The smell of semen engulfed the room. Simon hadn’t finished yet but quickly shot his load onto the bedsheet next to the condom. That’s when he noticed it. The condom had been full and leaking semen. It was the smell he hadn’t quite been able to discern until that moment. 

As he drove home, Simon remembered he didn’t have any Truvada left. He smiled.

Last I saw him was in 2015.

La Quinta Inn 3: Hector

Brock contemplated showering off the sticky mess he’d left to dry on his chest. His rectum was sore and still throbbing from getting railed earlier that night by the last two anonymous men that had unloaded their balls into his unprotected guts. He didn’t know when the next visitor would arrive and didn’t want to leave them waiting.   He hadn’t taken down the posts on BBRT and Sniffies with address and motel room number and the door remained ajar against the slide lock that kept it from closing. He grabbed the towel left by the previous visitor and wiped himself and the top sheet that had become increasingly damp from the sheer amount of spilt semen. The smell of cum still lingered in the air and Brock was careful to leave his puffy and tender hole slick and dripping with still leaking fluids. 

Brock heard footsteps and a knock at the door. He heard the door open and quickly slid the blindfold on again. He didn’t have time to present his ass as an invitation for the visitor to enter him and fill him with yet another load. Then he heard the visitor speak. 

“Hey man. How many loads you got in you”?

“Two”, Brock replied.

“Nice”, Hector smiled. “You care if I restrain your legs and hands”? he asked. “I’m cool if you’re not into that”. 

Brock nodded in agreement although his breath quickened at the thought of some anonymous guy tying him down. He felt the lightning shock of both exhilaration and panic. 

“Get on your stomach and stretch out your arms and legs”. Hector demanded. 

Hector saw the slimy trail of semen dribbling out of Brock’s ass as he spread himself out adjusting his cock by lifting his ass slightly into the air, his muscular back muscles tightening to position himself. Hector’s cock jumped in his loose jeans he wore commando at that sight and felt his uncut cockhead push slightly past his foreskin already frothy with precum. Hector opened a small backpack he’d brought and pulled out four leather cuff restraints that could be tied and tightened to each of the corners of the motel bed, rendering Brock highly immobilized and vulnerable to Hector’s particular style of fucking, hard and deep. After securing the cuffs and tightening the nylon attachments, Hector unzipped his pants, stepped out of them and crawled onto the bed. Hector’s uncut cock was 6.5 inches thick and 8 inches long, bent slightly downward, which made it perfect to dig into Brock’s insides and get into him deep. He slid his finger into Brock whose moans of pleasure and anticipation made Hector fully erect but instead of curving up he grew straight out and down. The boy was so wet. He entered Brock easily and pushed himself to the hilt, Brock’s still-taut rectal tissues pulling his foreskin all the way back. Hector let his weight fully rest on Brock as he pulled out slightly and pushed harshly back in making an almost audible sloshing sound. He wasn’t gonna last long.

Brock had no ability to push himself up under Hector’s weight. He tilted his head toward his neck so he could breathe better but was otherwise immobilized. The feeling of total vulnerability was foreign to Brock but it felt great. Something inside him buzzed and pulsated as Hector drove his unbelievably thick monster of a cock unrelentingly into him. His cock even under the weight of Hector stiffened once again. Was this three times he was gonna come? And hands free? He felt Hector’s hot breath whispering incomprehensible words, kissing his neck and biting gently. He couldn’t hold it back. He came so hard into the bedding, into the bed seemingly soaking the mattress beneath him. “Oh my fucking God”! Brock cried, as he ejaculated, Hector still plowing into him, seemingly through his guts and into his stomach. 

“Fuck yeah kid. I love a guy who comes hands free”! Hector whispered loudly into Brock’s ear. “I can feel you tightening up. I bet that load was huge”. Hector sped up his pace. “I’m gonna cum in your ass dude so no pulling off me, k?” Hector laughed knowing full well this kid wasn’t able to wiggle an inch. Hector repositioned himself placing his hands on Brock’s upper back thrusting his hips up and nearly pulling out only to plunge back in again. He was gonna wreck this ass. His breathing quickened, sweat dripping off his brow onto Brock’s neck and head, as he felt his hot cum spew into Brock’s ass, flooding it. Instead of hilting him, he withdrew partly again and plunged in again, hot cum spitting from Brock’s ass frothing as he repeated his jackhammering. Hector cried out like a warrior in victory. This kid was gonna be so sick in a few weeks he thought gleefully. He withdrew wondering if Brock knew what he was in for. He untied Brock and removed his cuffs, packed up his shit and left Brock breathless and sweat covered. 

Brock lay there in silence, soaked with sweat and jizz. He needed a shower. He needed an ice pack on his cunt and he needed to remove his post and sleep. He was fucking filled to the brim. 

Hey Dad. Your football buddies have wrecked my hole. I knew you were gonna pass me around during the Superbowl but I didn't think there would be so many goals scored. Every score made, you'd have one of your buddies fuck me till they came inside me.

I'm so sore and puffy, I can't take it anymore. Please just have them eat me out from now or fuck my throat instead of rail me. I'm so sore. I know you said I couldn't complain and to take every load even the poz ones but my belly is so full and my ass is so sore.

So gooood! Hot story and fucking well written. Yum

Like saved loads from a cup or bottle? Anyone else like when they nearly gag from the saltiness of it?

I crave semen. Especially my Dad’s. He would jerk off at home and when I did laundry I’d see his socks or dark towels and I’d smell them and taste it. I once asked him if he’d eaten his own and he said that shit would be nasty. I asked why and he said it was because he smoked and his tasted bitter (or so his girlfriend at the time said). I read about bitter jizz with smokers but needed to find out for myself. I bet Dad $100 I could collect 8 ounces of spunk and save it in the freezer before he could collect that amount and he took me up on it. So of course I let him win. He laughed and said he was still alpha of the family. I didn’t know if freezing it would change the taste so I tasted my own and it didn’t seem to. Mine was pretty intense, a little bleach like but still salty and totally edible. I told Dad I threw all of it out after he won but I was letting his unthaw. If you’ve ever let jizz unthaw it turns color to a little yellow and loses the globby consistency. Too bad. Dad’s semen was pretty thick and globby and would’ve improved mouth feel. But the taste. It was like mugwort or crushed up tylenol. Bitter bitter yuck. So, that cured me of drinking Dad’s cum. Or so I thought. It’s an acquired taste and everyday I’d take a little more. I was able to take a big gulping mouthful at the last of it. I thought I was gonna puke. I got that watery mouth sort of thing before you gag but I choked it down. I kinda love that feeling now. I told Dad what I’d done and he said he’s never been able to get anyone to swallow his cum because of how awful it was. I told him I would and he let me prove it. I’m pretty good at it now. I swallow his load every Friday night after he gets back from the bar. 

On 10/11/2010 at 5:14 PM, Hotload84 said:

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection.

Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest.

My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan.

I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection.

Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window.

Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time.

He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part?

In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room.

I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into?

Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced.

After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up.

I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex.

Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me.

While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me.

After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time.

I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home.

When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

Great story mate and great writing 

Burt.

Burt gingerly entered the open hotel room door and walked down the short entryway past the small bathroom on the left. He quickly caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror,  ted plaid flannel shirt and brown curled hair. He reminded himself of Magnum PI when conceived by the Brawny guy on the paper towels. He past the coat closet into the lit bedroom. The scene before him made his cock jump. There on a slightly disheveled bed lay a naked college-sports built young man matching the description from the BBRT ad on his back, blindfolded, and in what appeared to be happy baby yoga pose with his hands holding the soles on his feet, legs up, basically begging Burt to do whatever he wanted with the kid. 

Burt cleared his throat as an announcement and immediately started unbuttoning his shirt and then pants. He always went commando when he responded to these ads. He wanted the guy to see what he was packing. Meh, he thought. It’ll be a surprise. As he dropped his pants his now half stiff cock flipped up and bounced up to his belly button smacking it. He advanced to Brock and silently inspected his pucker. It was still slick. Burt licked two fingers and slid them into Brock who immediately responded with a low pitched moan and a smile. Burt inspected further, all the way in to the last knuckles. Fucking wet all the way. He pulled his fingers out smearing them against his thumb below his nose. This kid already had a fucking load in him. Burt’s cock bounced again, this time from the pervy thought of getting sloppy seconds. Burt couldn’t wait to get inside nor did he have to get the kid ready to enter. He was already gaping after removing his fingers from Brock’s hole. Just to be sure, Burt snorted hard and coughed up a mucous laden loogie which he flatly spat concurrently onto Brock’s hole and his cock head as he lined it up with his hole. Then he plunged in.

As he towered over Brock, looking down on him with his legs splayed in the air and holding his ankles tightly, Burt wanted the kid to feel the full weight of him inside his guts, his full length pressing past what he should naturally be able to push through, nestled and hugging that tight warmth, making tiny tears in its delicate tissue thin lining. And then, after a moment, he unceremoniously pulled out of Brock’s warm gushy insides. His 9 inch, thickly veined, circumcised cock had a large mushroom shaped head that upon pulling out of Brock, had the gobbed remnants of frothy semen from an earlier insemination. He could smell cum in the air and on his cock, just like on his fingers. God it smelled good. Burt wondered if it had been a toxic load and, for a moment, was almost jealous he hadn’t busted in the kid first. He heard Brock suck air through his teeth and glanced up to see the pain in Brock’s furrow brow and gritting teeth. Burt smiled. “It just hurts for a little while kid. I’m gonna open you up like Christmas” he said to himself licking his lips before thrusting in again. A sizable ball of precum beaded up a top his swollen cock head as he pulled out again. Burt dropped his grip on Brock’s ankles and allowed the kid to leave them up himself, again assuming happy baby pose. Burt pressed his meatus gently to collect more pre-ejaculate onto his fingers and it flowed onto them as if he’d dipped them in warm honey and then forced those two first fingers into Brock’s mouth, the very same that had inspected his rectal vault, which Brock licked and sucked eagerly. Before grabbing Brock’s ankles and thrusting in again, a fucked up thought crossed Burt’s mind. He withdrew from Brock’s mouth, gathered more precum from his now fully dripping cockhead, pulled the blindfold up off Brock’s face, and smeared with his other hand’s fingers a pool of toxic precum into the inner canthus of both Brock’s eyes. Brock shook his head shocked and confused. 

“Oh sorry kid. It looked like you were crying under that thing and I wanted to wipe your eyes”.

Brock blinked quickly, clearing his blurred vision. “Uh, thanks”? he muttered pulling the blindfold off in confusion. Brock stared. He hadn’t expected to see any of the men that responded to the ad. He just wanted the thrill of being fucked like a living flesh light by anonymous dudes and then left sore and slimy. He was immediately entranced by Burt’s smile and moustache. His smile was wicked and delicious. Brock noticed the thick, curled fur covering Burt’s well defined chest trailing down to his unshaved cock. “Jesus dude. You’re fucking hot”! 

Burt bit his lip before pulling Brock by his elevated thighs closer to him and then pushed himself inside him again and then lay all his weight onto Brock. His moustache smashed against Brock’s clean shaven face as he filled Brock’s mouth with his tongue. The kid tasted of toothpaste or Mentos or some minty mouthwash. He’d change that soon enough. He was gonna leave his own mark on and inside that boy. 

Brock was in Heaven. He finally felt filled. This guy was fully inside him. I’m his mouth, in his guts, on top of him. He slowly breathed through his nose and enjoyed the feeling. The burly giant did not pull out like he had before and his thrusts turned into a more gentle rhythmic pumping, his rectum finally relaxed and enjoying the pressure. Burt’s large hands cradled his head as he continued to explore Brock’s mouth and lips and cheeks, face, and neck. Brock’s breathing suddenly quickened and his cock started to pulse. “I’m fucking cumming”, Brock gasped, pulling away from Burt’s mouth to exclaim. 

Burt didn’t pull off Brock to see him ejaculate. He let the kid’s nut bust across his stomach and up his chest while still pumping away at the kid. The sheer pressure of this kid’s ejaculation was intense. He felt the hot sticky warmth mingle with his sweaty fur as he continued to pump in short staccato thrusts. It was like a fucking power wash. He’d never been able to make anyone cum hands free before and smiled at Brock’s face contorting as he climaxed between their bodies. There was that smell of cum again. This time fresh and bleachy. Something about Brock’s face as he finished ignited Burt’s now full balls. He kept rhythm inside Brock feeling his own muscles tighten and release and with a final push, Burt let out a loud guttural cry and let loose what seemed like a gallon of semen in the kid. Burt held still in that moment focusing on the pulsing of his shaft and imagined ropes of pearled thick semen, teeming with his insurmountably high viral load, spurting into the kid’s guts, stretching his intestinal walls with the sheer pressure of the volume of it, forcing his seed deeper into him. Burt wasn’t done though. The kid needed to be thoroughly marinated. 

Brock stretched, kissed Burt on the mouth and tried to wiggle out from under him. “I want to stay in you for a little bit”, Burt pleaded. 

Brock nodded and kissed him hard again. This guy was a friggin Adonis and of course he’d let him stay inside but his guts ached from the pressure of it all. 

Burt noticed Brock’s discomfort and pulled out gently but not flaccidly. His cock was still hard. Semen flooded out of Brock’s worn hole glazing his cock, the sheer girth of it keeping a small pool of semen from spilling out over the sides. Burt climbed to Brock’s side on his knees and plopped his cum covered cock into Brock’s mouth letting him clean him off. That was gonna leave a taste. Brock fervently licked Burt clean as he returned the blindfold to Brock’s face. That was enough of gazing into the those angelic eyes. The kid wouldn’t be an Angel for long. Burt punched Brock’s built chest gently and kissed it before getting silently dressed. 

Brock could taste metal and salt and rolled the tangy brew along his tongue before swallowing.  He breathed in the afterglow for a minute before hearing the swing of the door and the metal clink of it hitting the slide bar…still ajar.

I’m ass up head down and waiting to get loaded up. I’m not on Prep due to being sensitive to it. I can take a pretty hard and rough session. You won’t hear my cry out. Come and coat my insides.

On 4/24/2021 at 5:28 PM, str8mature5 said:

Give us more that was hot!

Thanks mate!

On 3/11/2021 at 10:05 PM, rapazsolitario said:

I was bored at home and really wanted to breed an unsuspecting hole, so I loged in to an app that is famous among people with particular fetishes.

I'm into roleplay, so that's what I was looking for. I started chatting with some guys but none of them were interesting. I was about to give up when this twink messaged me. We started talking and he told me that he had some deep dark desires.

I gave him my personal number because I knew that was a guy that I could really take to my lair. But I soon found out that he was a virgin, so he was probably using the app just to jerk of.

But I wouldn't give up and I planed something special to him. I started to share some of my light fetishes with him. I told him that I liked armpits and feet, and then he opened up, saying that he spent hours watching videos about it.

This guy was only 18 but I could feel that he would become a perfect boy whore, I just had to help him. But I could not pressure it, so I took my time. Day after day, I started showing him new things. I introduced the guy to new stuff and sent him links of videos. He was loving it and so was I.

We were talking for almost a month when I invited him to my place. I said that we would just chat and watch some videos. We discovered that we lived just a few blocks from each other and within minutes he was knocking on my door. The little guy was really nervous.

"Hey, welcome, come in," I said. I had a playroom at the basement and we went there. He was gobsmacked when he saw my toys, but I was also feeling lust coming from him.

"I invited you here because I want to show you some new videos I found," I said.

"Couldn't you send me a link?," He asked.

"Not for those particular videos, it's a really dark fetish that I did not know existed. The guys in those videos pretend that they have HIV and they play with that."

"That's insane," he said.

"Well, if you think about it, the other they we were talking about me peeing inside your guts. They just replaced the pee with the virus, it's kinda hot, trust me"

I started slowly with a video of a guy getting fucked raw. It turned him on, I could see his hard dick through his trousers. Then I put another video, it was a pozzing one. The bottom was begging for the gift and the top was fucking him rough.

Michael, my guest, was really turned one by that too. Be thought the guys in the video were just pretending, so he wasn't freaked out. By the end of the video, he was asking me for more and we watched a lot of porn.

"Have you ever kissed a guy?," I asked him after we watched at least ten videos.

"Not really," he said.

"Do you wanna try?"

He just nodded and then I grabbed him and started kissing this guy half my age. I think I was not only the first guy he kissed, I was the first person, because he had no experience at all. Being gay and young in a small town is not easy.

I deepened the kiss and soon I was on top of him. This young tiny guy was really turning me on.

"You are so hot," he said. "It's like a dream come true, this kiss is so good."

"My cock is so hard right now, you are making me hard for you, babe," I said.

"I-I want..."

"You wanna suck on my fat dick?"

"Y-yes," he said and blushed.

I took my shirt and my trousers off, I wasn't using any pants. When Michael saw my dick, his eyes shined. He opened his mouth to say something but I didn't let him. The head of my cock entered his mouth before de could deny it.

The little faggot was a natural cock sucker. He worked my shaft like a professional. I did not have to teach him anything because he took it good.

"That's really good, boy. Do you like sucking dick?"

He just nodded and kept on going. But I knew a blow job would not make me cum, so after some minutes I took my dick out of his mouth.

"I think you were born to suck cock," I said. "But I also think you want some more, I know your fetishes. You wanna try something new?"

"Yes," he said immediately.

"Well, I only play safe, but since you are a virgin I know you are clean. We could play like in those videos we watched."

"I don't know," he said.

"It turned you on, you can't deny it. And I was turned on too. It's just roleplay, it will be fun. You know me already, you can trust me."

"Maybe we can try, but please go slow"

"Take your clothes off," I told him.

While he was undressing, I took some lube and started spreading it on my cock. Michael was so innocent that I was almost telling him that I was really poz, that it was not pretending.

Michael had a sweet little hole and I couldn't wait to knock him up. But first I rimmed him and put some more lube in his ass, working my fingers in and out. The little bitch was moaning the entire time.

"You ready for this poz cock?", I asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"We are in a free space and you can say what you want, don't hold yourself. I'm going to fuck you, breed you and put my poz babies inside of you, is this ok?"

"Yes, I want that, poz me up"

"You are a little AIDS whore, aren't you?"

I started making pressure and soon there was a pop, showing that my cockhead was inside him. He didn't even complain about the pain.

"You see that little brown bottle by your side?," I asked. "Take it, open it and hit it two times in each nostril. It's just something that we use during sex to relax, it's not a drug. It will make things easier and better"

He did as he was told and I went deep inside him. The guy did not complain, he just moaned as his guts embraced my cock.

"I'm all in, balls deep," I said. "How is it? Do you like getting fucked?"

"That's the best thing ever, I can feel every inch of your big poz cock inside me"

"What do you want now?", I asked.

"I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. Breed me and poz me"

"Good boy."

My cock was already leaking a lot of toxic precum inside this innocent guy and I was in heaven.

That ass felt so good on my cock that I knew I would not take long to cum.

He screamed loudly every time I penetrated him. My cock entered his ass hard and fast, my movement was fast and precise. I felt his ass tighten up the minute my dick came back, and I continued to put it on him, strong and violently. I felt his ass pulling me, it seemed that he did not want to let my dick out when he entered that way.

After fucking him a lot, I took my dick out to relax a little bit and I saw his ass all red and swollen, but it kept pulsing. I put my dick in the entrance of his ass, and I saw that his ass kind of closed, so I started to press in the groin of his ass so that he could feel what he was holding. I asked: "Is everything okay there?" And he: "You're going really hard at ir, I don't know if I can take it anymore."

I put him on his side, on the edge of the bed, positioned my cock and went back to fucking him. This time he screamed a lot more, loudly, but honestly I didn't care. I fucked him rough, without mercy. I slaped him on the butt and said: "You wanted my dick, didn't you? You asked for this big poz cock. Then take it! Little bitch. You wanted to be made a little girl, didn't you? Now handle it, AIDS whore". I was really into it, his ass squeezed the head of my dick, it killed me.

He moaned a lot and made some very loud moans. I decided to finish, so I told him to lean against the wall and spread his legs. I just pointed to his ass and before penetrating him, I asked him to twerk with my dick inside his ass. He wiggled very tasty, my cock inside there was so hot. Feeling that ass of him squeezing and swallowing my cock was amazing. I gave him a few more slaps and said I was going to finish right there and breed him.

I put my hands on the wall above him, made him lean against the wall and started pumping again. The fag went crazy there, feeling my hot body glued to his and dominating him. It didn't take long and he came on my wall, I didn't care much as I kept getting into it. His ass was so tight, hot and wet. I decided to come right there.

"Breeding you now," I announced and told him to be quiet. "My poz seed is coming"

I poured everything into him. How good it is to cum inside an ass... I like it a lot. I took it out and a lot fell on the floor, the sofa was right there and I decided to lie down for a while. He stayed there, half paralyzed, half not knowing what to do.

"Come here," I said. "Was it good?"

"Yes, it was amazing," he said. "But isn't it crazy? We said some dirty stuff here, but it turned me on".

"That's the good part about having sex with someone you trust," I told him. "You can be yourself without holding back. I think you liked it a lot"

"I did, mostly the part of the poz cum, it's kinda dangerous and hot".

"I know you are into gang bang, you told me that. I have some friends that also like roleplay and they would come over now if I asked. Do you want it? I think you would really like it"

"Right now?", he asked. "And they like to say those things about poz cum too?"

"We can ask them to do this, it will be fun, it's just five or six guys and they are all like me, mid thirties and hung. It's one in a lifetime chance, take it or go home."

"Well, you trust them and I trust you, so let's do this."

"Good boy, you will be an awesome cumdump."

I smiled at my little dumb bottom and started calling all my poz friends. I made sure that Michael heard me telling then that it was all pretend. Little did he know that he was about to meet some of the most poisonous guys in town.

So gooooood. Thank you !!!! Great story. 

I will. Brock’s night isn’t quite over😉and I’m glad you enjoyed it😈

Brock was 21, nearly 22 and had just learned about BBRT.com from his friend Matt. Matt told him it was a dating site like Grindr but for hookups and sex rather than dates and friends. Brock was instantly addicted by the flood of attention and emails and oinks. Even in a smallish, bottom-saturated city like Salt Lake, Utah, his profile had been viewed over 2000 times in the first week. 

Matt had offered to take a few profile pics of him naked and Brock was more than willing to get on all fours, looking teasingly behind him while arching his back. He then pulled back his plump yet firm rump with a hand, exposing a tight pink wink that puckered at the thought of all the men who might fill and flood his hole with loads of hot cum. 

Most of his replies to emails ended when he confessed he could not host as he still lived at home. It was a fantasy and Brock had unloaded at least a liter of semen over the span of that first month, jacking off and fingering his slick insides to the thought of those men who had begged him to allow them to come over and unload their very blue balls into his pretty pink guts. 

The need escalated. Brock fantasized, night after night about finally getting railed, not by just one...but a slew of men. One after another, entering him and thrusting themselves deeper and leaving dripping wet with thick, slimy cum what he imagined a red and ruined rectum. 

He moaned at the thought. He was resolved.

The next night he told his parents he was gonna stay over night with Matt. Matt covered for him even though Matt knew Brock was at that moment reserving a room at the nearby La Quinta Inn and posting a quick connect ad with the following:

21 yo eager virgin bottom. Looking for all types. I’ll be ass-up face-down with the door slightly ajar. I’ve opened myself up with my plug but I need you to open me up more and breed me.

***

The first to enter the motel room was Jack. Jack had seen the ad and couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d been stalking this kid for almost three weeks now trying to get in him. And here was Brock, spread out before him on his flat belly on this motel bed just begging for his rather large uncut cock to fill his hole. Jack snorted, opened his belt and unzipped. He silently and gently pulled Brock by his hips to the edge of the bed and kneeled down to worship Brock’s ass. He opened his ass cheeks and heard Brock moan with pleasure as he licked and sucked his tender tissue, pulling it just inside his mouth with more and more force as he sucked with increasing pressure. Brock’s ass relaxed and Jack thrust in his tongue, letting his saliva seep into him. Jack stood, flopped out his fat beer can dick, spat on his shaft already slick with precum and lined it up with Brock’s hole. Beads of precum rose from Jack’s cockhead as he pulled back his foreskin and pushed into Brock. 

Jack smiled as Brock sucked in sharply and winced as he thrust in balls deep. He wanted to sear into Brock’s memory the moment he’d passed the point of no return. He grabbed Brock’s hips, anticipating Brock would squirm and buck under the pressure of his forceful entry and immediately started thrusting in and out just keeping his cockhead inside Brock and then balls deep again. 

A few more thrusts and Jack’s breathing quickened. “Oh Jesus kid, your ass is gripping my cock so good. Oh fuck! I’m gonna flood your ass now. You’re getting it....right...now”.

Jack grunted as he released his load into Brock’s ass. He felt warm liquid pressure build and then felt his massive load fill up around his cockhead and slide down and around his shaft as he thrusted deep putting his weight on top of Brock’s arched back and ass. He hilted himself there for a moment until he softened slightly and slowly slid out watching with amazement as a large wad of thick, pearly cum made a plop as it fell out of Brock’s gaping, sore and puffy pucker. 

Brock gasped repeatedly, catching his breath. Had he cum? Hands-free? This guy had just pumped him full of the biggest load he’d ever felt. Was he still leaking out? He relaxed as he heard Jack’s belt buckle back up. He heard Jack cough and snort and then he heard the door hit the slide bar. Still ajar....

I swallowed my uncle’s load. He was drunk  working on the car in the garage at my Grandma’s house and I was about 16. He knew I was gay because my cousin told him and the whole family knew. He asked me if I’d already had gay sex. I said I hadn’t. He’d asked if I thought eating jizz was gross. I told him I’d eaten my own and I didn’t mind it. He said his tastes like mine cuz we were family and he was rubbing himself in a sort of joking sort of serious way. He whipped it out and told me to get on my knees and suck him off, that I’d like his load. I was turned on as fuck and went to town on him. I never got to taste my uncle Larry’s load cuz he held my head down to the base and shot down my throat till he was dry.  

Hawk's Gym is also a great place to visit to get loaded

I'll be at Hawks tomorrow night and Friday night. I'm vers but will most likely take loads up my guts. If anyone wants to breed me up you may recognize me by the tight furry arse that you're pushing yourself into. Hope someone can hit my second ring.

Invited a guy on CL over that responded to my ad to breed me. He had a very specific request, that I be naked ass up and it be dark. Made it happen and when I heard the front door open I was on my stomach facing away. He spit on my hole and worked his head in. He plowed me for about 5 minutes and when he got close he asked if I still wanted his load. He didn't wait for a response and just shot up my ass. He grunted something like a thanks man and then pulled out and left.

Not entirely stealth but condom breaks and there's the possibility of getting loaded up

http://bbbreeding.tumblr.com/post/90663374038/subluvdom-since-this-daddy-is-so-popular-i

I love being on my back and having a line of guys waiting to get inside my guts. I love it when one cums inside pulls off and the next guy pushes in ballz deep!

I've had a guy cum so hard when I tried to keep it from going down the wrong pipe it came our my nose.

Needing a good breeding from someone in SLC. Got a hotel room and just gonna open my legs to any out of towners or townees that need a warm tight welcum