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Hot story. Is that all some of you guys can say. Hot Story. Well all of us read stories and very few ever write them, but we all wish it was us in the story. I would love to be in this story wooof oink oink its one fucking smoking hot story. Thanks :-)

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Very hot story BareBack is the only way Oink

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So your Dirty/ too This is great story that but I am not sure where I got it from. This is a really hot nasty story, and I hope you like it as much as I do. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to Slammers with my Lover Sunday night. We headed directly to the Sling Room—a hot place for action at the Club. After pulling off my jeans and slinging them around my neck, I was wearing just a white Tee and Jock. Jockstraps are a great come-on for Assplay. A Dude fingered my Butthole while working my Nips. My Lover came over, whispered something to him, and lubed my Pussy with a tiny tube of Vaseline. The Dude plowed my Mancunt, then stopped, and said he didn't want to Cum yet. He left, and my Lover came over and fingered my Hole to see if, by chance, he’d made a deposit. We split. I cruised around for a while, pissing on the guys soaking in the Tubs, warming by the outdoor Fire Pit, and getting my Cock sucked through a Glory Hole. I ran into the Dude from the Sling Room again. We entered a booth and he fucked the hell out of me. When he got close, I demanded his Cum, preferably POZ, no ifs ands or butts. I grabbed his Ass to keep his Cock in me. He shot his first Load of the night, and we took a well-deserved break. By that time I was hot to make a Lethal Deposit. Back in the Sling Room this slender Asian Boy was taking all Cummers. The Kid and I played with each other, and I felt the Cock sliding in and out of his Ass. I wanted to be sure they weren’t using a Condom. My lingering digits forced the Top Over the Brink. I moved into position to assault that sweet yellow Pussy, first with my tongue and then my Dick. When I rimmed the Youth, all I could taste was Cum and Ass Juice—no Lube at all in his sloppy Hole. After a few hits of Poppers, I shot my Toxic Load. I got down and rimmed his Ass a second time to taste my own Cum. Then I got a mouthful, and kissed him, so he could savor what his Mancunt tasted like. If he wasn’t already POZ, perhaps I’d turned the Trick. Mr. First Guy showed up again, fingered my Hole and felt for his Load in my Cunt. He asked if he could push in a bit further. “Go for it!” His fingers swelled into a hand stretching my Sphincter. It’d been a while since I’d been fisted, and our position was awkward; so he pulled his paw out and shoved his Cock in. He was still rock hard and ready to shoot. He plowed his first Cum Load deep inside me then shot another on top of that. After resting a minute, he pulled out and kissed me, while he helped another Dude enter me for Sloppy Seconds. I told Mr. Fist, “This guy better be POZ.” “Don’t Worry, Dude. When he shoots, you’ll havethree POZ loads. I sat down by the Fire Pit to contemplate their Bug assaulting my Innards, slipping past my body’s vital defenses, into my Bloodstream, melding with my original Virus, transmogrifying into an ever more potent, drug-resistant Strain. That’d give me plenty of ammo for my future NEG Prey. Inspired by my ruminations, I re-entered the Sling Room and played with a guy getting dicked. When the Fucker pulled out, I slid into the Fuckee’s Cum-filled Hole, but lasted just a few minutes. I needed to get screwed, and went looking for it. I stopped by the Tubs to piss on a guy. Nothing there. I went down for some coffee and ran into my Lover. He hadn't Cum yet, so we agreed on another 30 minutes. I went back to the Sling Room and a tall, muscular guy 6'4" was there. HOT! He fingered my Hole, and we entered a private booth. He fucked me maybe a quarter hour before he shot into me—and I shot all over the wall. Yeah, I know—a waste of good Cum. He zipped up and left, and I didn’t even find out if he was POZ (Yeah, Man!) or NEG (Tsk, Tsk!)

This is great story that I am sure I rescued from BugShare. Its by PozIndyDad 40 and I hope he is on this site as this is a really hot nasty story. I hope you like it as much as I do:cool: __________________________________________________________________________ So You're Dirty, too? [/url]by Cute young looker. Great smile. His myspace wall told how fucked up his family life was. His photos went back a few years. He'd always been cute and was growing up nicely. He craved attention. That was his weakness. And the devil's foothold. So we talked a lot, to warm him up. He was 25 miles away and that made him feel safe. He'd started smoking bud the first night he got fucked, by some older teen in his truck on the farm. As I learned more about his life and his sex life, I learned it was fueled by pretty much any substance he could get his hands on. And it was always bare. He was a bottom boy. And had been with a couple of dozen guys. Always led the top take the lead. And they always took him bare. He liked to talk late into the night. Especially when he was on some pill. He enjoyed telling of his sexual exploits to someone who didn't judge. About how taking guys bare scared him, but he was too submissive to even ask if they were clean. He just let it happen. I taught him a new term he quickly picked up on: just putting out. And so one night I asked, "Daniel, what would happen if you knew ahead of time the dude was dirty?" "I'm always horny for cock," he said. "And I'm always fucked up on something. So I'd probably just put out." He was always horny. And fucked up. And he had that insatiable desire innate to true bottom boys to just get cocks up in him. That's why the two older, bear daddy gay neighbors had been showing him the ropes. That's why he had been putting out for older guys on a4a. If he was horny and high--and you had a dick and would pick him up--he had learned to just put out. One Friday night he started texting at midnight. I was out with a mid-twenties poz bro. A vers kid I'd trained and shared. He found it hot to read the texts over my shoulder. I took my iPhone to myspace and showed him the boy. He said, "Daddy, may I have a little brother?" We worked the leather bar. And I kept texting the bottom boy. He was at home in bed. And was very curious what we were up to, out cruising for men together. He kept saying he wanted us both to fuck him. I kept telling him he wasn't ready yet. I kept making him work for it. Beg for it. And finally this text came through: i know u r poz daddy I showed the text to my bar boy. He took my hand and placed it on his rock hard crotch. "Let's knock him up," he said, while chewing on my ear. Ever the dark predator, I let the text hang there. Knowing this bottom too well by now. He was in his bed. Fingering his hole. Rolling on pills. Probably liquored up. And horny as fuck. Within minutes, he fought to sustain the conversation: itz ok. rite after we met on myspace i got warned about u and then: thats y i told u that i jus put out By this point, I could no longer keep my bar boy in a leash. His juices were flowing. He was a good boy. We both needed some fresh meat. So I texted the bottom boy to get his ass ready and sneak out. We'd be there in 20 minutes and take him back to my place. As I drove, the stoned little horn dog sat next to me. And reclined his chair, so he could make out with bar boy in the back seat. While I pawed his junk. Soon, his PJs were to his ankles. My finger slid past his hairless junk into his hairless crack. And he was pre-lubed--just like I'd told him I expected my boy to be. As I fingered him, he said, "I do listen, like a good boy, daddy. I read our texts over and over, cumming again and again to your dirty talk." We got to my house, I pulled in the garage and bar boy dragged him from the car nude. By the time I got to the bedroom, that clean little hole was ripe for the picking. I started kissing him, he pushed me to my back, and settled into the saddle for a long, nasty ride. The smooth little fucker clawed my chest hair and rode me--just as I'd told him a good boy would do. He played with my balls while smiling at me, remembered it was a turn on. So I drove my bare, poz cock even deeper up into him. I talked dirty to him--and it caused him to ride and grind even harder. He was more of a moaner than verbal, but I do remember him asking if I thought he was a good boy for just putting out. And I told him that he was a good boy. When I got close, he started begging for my load. And drove me nuts, I drove my 7 up his. And flooded his young boypussy with vile man cum. And he loved it. He fell to my chest, kept me in him and lay his head there while I ran my fingers through his long, dark hair. Once I went soft and slipped out of him, bar boy straddled me, lined himself up and took his turn. I kissed the boy for what seemed like hours, while my dirty prodigy went to town in his freshly fucked hole. Eventually, bar boy flipped the kid on his back so he could drive deep, pummeling his poz cock into that kid while I watched. After I got up to take a piss and grab some soda, bar boy brought hit home and bred him good. Joining me in the kitchen, he smiled. "Guess what he said as I started to shoot, after he begged me to cum in him?" I shrugged, nonverbally asking what the kid had said. "He stared right into my soul with those piercing green eyes," said bar boy. "And asked, 'So you're dirty, too?"

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My Poz story It had taken me a long time to finally decided what It was I to do and be. It was on this day I found both and more. This story is true for the most part and let’s says I didn’t know back then what I was truly being offered. I was eighteen years old young dumb and usual full of cum I got myself a job working on a drilling crew most of the crews where of older guys that really can turn me on my fuck hole never twitched I know a good bottom and should take it load. But I was the new guy and I decided to see how things went, it wasn’t until my third trip out a found myself at a very remote mine site and was told that the call was gay. I think it was supposed to frighten me, but instead I wondered if I could get a load. I looked over the cook and decided that any cock would do, and I was also totally surprised with the bodies of the guys that I would to spend the next six weeks with that were fucking hot really. The mornings We’re very cold and so you put on a few layers of clothing to keep warm, but by lunch time the temperature had risen to my great delight bull that they were now wearing were each a tight, pair of shorts, I could see the outline of their beautiful, cocks. As I was working I would dream of each one of them taking my ass in tern and fucking me hard. This day was one of the hottest we had so far faced; we had some real hot ones like 480 C but today was 520 C in the shade but there was none, only the small amount that our drill rig produced. Base camp was about a twenty minute drive from our location across a searing aussy desert to a small slice of paradise in the unforgiving land. My job that’s easy, I had to get to camp and get what I was told were essential supplies this being an ice cream each a two litre coke and a small black bag That one of the guys said would make the afternoon fun. I didn’t’t know then the fun that could be had on poppers. I arrived back at the drill rig and didn’t notice it first that both men will now naked and were both sporting good size cocks. I was in bottom heaven here I was being offered two 8” cock to suck, I was hoping for more I wanted to feel each one deep inside me working his load into the walls of my ass. I was asked had ever been fucked? And would I like to try I had been with a few of my school mates but they never had cocks like I was looking at now. One of my work makes placed his cock near my lips and I took no more prompting and I started to suck with all my abilities I didn’t have many but I was told I was able to really suck,cock well. I licked with envy these low hanging balls I love guys that have low hanging swinging balls that slap against my chin. While the guy fucking my face the other came up behind and asked was I ready to take a real man’s cock I could already feel his tongue darting in and out of my tight hole. all I could say was yer fuck me, I really didn’t know what I was going to happened but I had always dreamed of something like this I wasn’t going to stop myself now. I had never tried poppers’ before and as I inhaled he shoved the bottle under my nose I’d took a big breath in and he blocked off one side of my nose, he made me hold my breath until I could no longer I immediately inhaled and he blocked the other side of my nose and I inhaled another fresh do of poppers, again he made me hold my breath until I was sure I was going to pass out I remember he said something about once he starts he doesn’t stop you also didn’t like rubber and the next thing I remember is this great burning, shooting pain like I had never felt before. I wanted him to stop but all my body and mouth could say was fuck me harder. I wanted to work through the pain as I had read on the net that once it goes there is nothing greater than enjoying a man’s cock fucking you hard balls deep. And yes it took a little while but when the pain: was gone I was in pig heaven, I didn’t’t realize how much I would enjoy being someone’s fuck toy and wanting to feel their load being deposited deep inside me. It is I have to say this point he leaned forward and asked did I want his gift and of course unknowing want this meant I agreed in fact he told me to beg for it, he told me he was going to rip my in sides apart so his gift, his babies, his seed, my new life could begin, I needed another toke on the poppers to keep my hole just right for my top who is now piston fucking while I was begging him to seed my hole and home feeling his cock enlarge inside me to almost believe it to a steel cock almost 9.2” long if he can’t be far off I can feel he tense up and then feel his warm toxic AIDS poison load being worked deep in my guts. I was told I would be in pain but a good pain for several days ( yer ) coz he had ripped up my guts ploughed me deep so his AIDS babies could grow in my body his seed. I did not understand what he meant I wanted HIV babies not AIDS babies. It’s not until they swapped places and I start to suck his cock to taste and see the amount of blood and cum on his,cock and the spiked PA not a huge one but one big enough to do the right amount of damage to help poz me, and the bio hazard tat right above his cock. I knew what the bio symbol meant, but not as a tat, But I was going to learn. If this what day one was like I was looking forward to going to work for the next six weeks being ripped and breed I would become poz and so much more. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi guys this is my first attempt in writing any thing like this please let me know what you think. If its ok I have more. Cheers Aussie-vers

This is one fucking hot story I love reading it over and over I always shoot a huge load and I am looking forward to read the next chapter oink oink