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"Get in." I stared, frozen, at the twisted, sneering face of the man who just moments before had been my newfound friend and hiking partner. To my left stood the gaping maw of a rust- and moss-covered Chevy Suburban from the mid-1980s, its split tailgate opened to reveal a stained twin mattress nestled between the wheels. We were surrounded by forest with no one but the occasional squirrel or bird to witness what was happening. Seeing my hesitation, he repeated himself. "Get the fuck in. Now. Or you'll regret it." I took it as a threat, and I knew he had the power to make good on it. I'm a big guy, but at six-foot-eight and more than 370 pounds, Dan absolutely dwarfed me. Never mind the six other guys who had materialized, seemingly out of nowhere, as we approached the most secluded section of trail. Together, they had forced me into the brush. I estimated we had walked nearly two miles before entering this small clearing. How a Suburban came to be abandoned in such a remote spot, I cannot surmise. And even if I were so inclined, I had more important matters to occupy my thoughts. "Help him out, boys." Two of the men grabbed me from behind, each holding me by an arm as a third untied my hiking boots. I struggled, but he managed to get them both off my feet. He heaved them with all his might, each in a different direction, deep into the bushes. I felt the cold and wet seep through my heavy wool socks as my feet touched the ground. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Dan asked me, the sneer still on his face. He lifted his shirt and pulled down the front of his pants to reveal a biohazard tattoo on his abdomen, just above and to the left of his pubic area. I had met Dan on a website for guys who enjoyed bareback sex, where there was a subset of guys who were, or desired to become, HIV positive. Our conversation had quickly skewed to poz and bug-chasing talk, which has become an area of deeper and deeper interest for me over the past several years. Over the course of our conversation, we had discovered that we had other things in common, too, and eventually decided to meet and go for a hike to see if we might hit it off sexually. But he had not disclosed to me that he was positive - in fact, his online profile clearly said 'Negative, on PrEP' - so when we connected at the trailhead, I thought I was meeting a fellow chaser. The sight of the biohazard symbol both frightened and aroused me. As a bottom whose motto has been 'raw is law' for more than ten years (and whose online profiles all say 'Negative, on PrEP' even though I've never been on PrEP a day in my life), I was finally embracing the idea that it would eventually happen. I had always thought it would be on my terms - anonymously during one of my monthly cum dump sessions, for example - but it now appeared that it would happen on Dan's terms instead. The guys holding me were insanely strong, keeping me immobilized despite my constant attempts to free myself. After my boots were off, my pants were roughly torn from my legs, pulling off one of my socks as they came off. The guy undressing me threw them over his shoulder, into the wet grass. Then he reached for my underwear. "Well, what do we have here!" he exclaimed. "Seems someone is a little turned on!" I couldn't hide the fact that Dan's tattoo had awakened a primal urge within me. My cock had stiffened, standing at half-mast through my briefs. "Let him go," Dan instructed the two guys holding me. They relaxed their grips. "Take your underwear off," he said to me. I hesitated again. "Do it." Slowly, I peeled my briefs down my legs, finally kicking them off in the same direction as my pants. The mountain air was cold on my exposed skin, and I felt my hard-on begin to soften. "Now get in the truck. On the mattress, on your stomach." I looked around at the other guys, and saw that they were all undressing. "What is this, some sort of gang bang?" I finally found my voice and addressed Dan. "Something like that," he said with a grin. "You told me you're chasing the bug, well now the bug has caught you. Come on, get in. It's time for us to change your life." My heart was in my throat at the prospect of what was about to happen, but slowly I turned and climbed into the back of the Suburban. The mattress smelled old and musty, and I realized the spots all over it were cum stains. No telling how many other men left their negative lives behind in the back of that truck. I lay down on my stomach as instructed, crossing my hands beneath my cheek to keep my face off the nasty mattress. Immediately, I felt the truck squat on its suspension as one of the guys climbed in behind me. He roughly pushed my legs apart and then climbed on top of me. "We don't use lube, by the way," Dan called from outside. "But once you have a load or two inside you, no one's gonna need it anyway." I was grateful in that moment that I had been bottoming for as long as I had. My sphincter was naturally inclined to open for a hard cock, and I hadn't needed more than a little spit for years. The guy on my back spit on his hand, and his sleeve brushed my ass cheek as he wet his cock and lined it up with my hole. In a complete turnaround from just a few minutes before, I found myself breathless with anticipation. I felt the tip of his cock against my hole, and I opened easily as he pushed his way inside. "Holy fuck!" he yelled back to the others. "This is one fine ass. You guys are all gonna love it!" He was balls-deep, and just to show him what kind of a ride he was in for, I squeezed my sphincter around his shaft. "Ooo, you're gonna make me cum quick," he said. "I guess you want this dirty load, huh?" I gave in. I nodded and replied, "Yes." "Fuck yeah," he said, as squeezed my shoulders and began rocking his hips. His shaft slid in and out of me without effort, and within just a few minutes he was panting in my ear. "You want this poz load?" he asked gruffly. "Give it to me," I grunted in response. It was only after the words had left my mouth that I recognized a plaintive tone in my voice. I really wanted his toxic load. As I squeezed tightly around his cock and felt it spasming as he came inside me, I was already hungry for the next cock. At last, finished, he slid off me and climbed out of the truck. I felt the cold air on my ass again, but only for a moment. With a squeak of the old leaf springs, the next guy climbed in and on top of me to deposit his load. This cock was thicker than the first, and my hole felt full as he slid inside me to the hilt. He rocked his hips just as the first guy had, holding on to my shoulders as he worked his toxic load out of his balls. "If his didn't take, mine sure will," he grunted in my ear. "My viral load is over 750,000." "Fuuuuuuck," I moaned. "Give it to me, please!" "Here it comes," he growled, and once again I felt the telltale spasms that told me he was unloading. "Holy fuck!" he cried as he climbed off of me. "That is one amazing hole!" "My turn," I heard another voice say. In no time a third cock was inside me. This one wasn't as thick, but it was long and it hit my prostate just right. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my own cock as he thrust deep over and over until he, too, filled my guts. And so it went, with one guy replaced by the next until I had six loads of toxic cum mixing deep inside me. I no longer felt cold; the chill had been replaced by a warm glow of excitement at the prospect of finally converting. "Saved the best for last," Dan said with a chuckle from outside the truck. The suspension sagged as he climbed in and positioned himself on top of me. "I hope they got you stretched out for me," he said as he positioned his cock. He dropped his hips onto my ass, letting his weight drive his cock deep into my hole. He was huge! My sphincter burned as it was stretched well beyond its normal tolerance. My hands instinctively reached out, grabbing the edges of that filthy mattress as I grunted and breathed deeply, trying to ease the pain. And he wasn't just thick. He kept forcing his way inside me, to the point where I thought he would never stop. He pushed past my prostate and all the way to my second sphincter. Not satisfied with stopping there, he kept going, forcing that hole open, too. At last I felt his balls against mine. "Take a second to acclimate," he said. "You're in for a real fucking now." He remained still for a few moments, letting me adjust to his length and girth. Just as I began to relax, he slid his cock ever so slightly out of me, then back in, easing me into what was sure to be a pounding. And I was right. Each stroke was just a little longer than the last, until he had nearly completely withdrawn his cock before slamming it balls-deep once more. The pre-cum flowed freely from my cock, soaking the mattress beneath me as he drove that massive rod of meat into me over and over and over. "Holy fuck!" I heard one of the other guys exclaim from outside, "Look at the cum running out of him!" I could feel the other loads dripping down my balls and onto the mattress to mix with my pre-cum. "Get some pics, boys," he shouted. "I'm gonna want to remember this hole!" The pounding went on and on, much longer than any of the others had been. He seemed to be in no hurry to unload. I heard the clicks of cellphone cameras as Dan's friends took photos, evidence of my defilement. What they would do with them, I had no idea. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Dan growled in my ear. "Get ready, here comes my toxic load." "Oh, fuck!" The words sprang involuntarily from my mouth. "Poz me!" "Fuckin' right," he grunted. "Take it all." With that he drove his cock balls-deep once more and lay still. My sphincter was ruined, and I had no way of squeezing my hole around that massive slab of meat, but I could feel the telltale pulses of his urethra pumping that creamy toxic load deep into my guts. He let out a howl, deep loud and primal. "Yeah!" I heard several voices shout in unison. "I gotta say, guys, you were right," Dan said to them as he slowly slid his cock from my destroyed hole. "That was one for the books." I lay there in a fog, my face planted in that dirty, foul mattress, trying to recover my wits as well as my breath. After a few moments, I realized that I still had the edge of the mattress in a death grip. I relaxed my hand and slowly turned around. The clearing was empty. They were gone. The seven of them had used me and then disappeared. I had no idea where I was, nor did I know where my boots were! I carefully slid out of the Suburban, the cold, wet grass greeting my feet. I collected my sock, then my underwear and pants, gingerly sliding them on. My ass was still on fire, and as I pulled on my pants I felt cum dribble into my underwear. It took me nearly a half-hour to find my boots, and I knew that by the time I did Dan and his friends would be long gone. In looking for my boots, I had found a trampled spot of grass where they had exited the clearing - and presumably, where we had entered it. I stepped into the woods and followed what I hoped was the path we had taken from the trail. Thankfully, less than an hour later I was back on the trail and headed back to my car. My ass hurt with every step. As I stepped out into the parking area at the trailhead, I saw that Dan's car was gone. The light was fading - had I taken much longer to get out of there, I might have had to spend the night in the woods. I got into my car and a sharp pain hit me as my ass touched the seat. No matter. I was safe, and eager to get home. I spent much of the evening in a hot bath, soaking my poor wrecked asshole and trying to digest the events of the day. I felt oddly calm, given what Dan and his friends had done to me. The more I thought about it, the more I understood that Dan was, in his way, trying to give me what I had told him I wanted. Or rather, what I wanted. Logging onto the bareback site after toweling off, I found a message waiting for me from Dan. It included a very hot picture of his massive cock impaling my hole, a stream of creamy white cum trailing down my balls and onto the mattress. "No hard feelings, I hope," it began. "I've learned from experience that guys like you just need that last push into the life they dream about. My friends and I help make that happen. I wish you well. Now you can be happy. I'd love to hear when you find out your chasing days are over." Just over two weeks later, I fell ill with a nasty flu that passed in just a few days. I promptly made an appointment with my doctor. I see him tomorrow; within a week or so, I should know if I'm embarking on that new life. Wish me luck!

Passing through Freeport, ME on Thursday, Dec. 12. I'll be ass up in my hotel room that night beginning at 9 pm, door unlocked and lights down low. No load refused, but please arrive with good hygiene. DM me or look in BBRT for Local Parties in Portland, ME. I'll be on Grindr and Sniffies as well.

If you could point them in my direction it would be most appreciated

Wish you were closer so you could donate your strain to me

I can't believe it's been nearly a year already. Although they do say that time flies when you're having fun, and I've been having A LOT of fun, so perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised. On October 28th last year, my friends threw their annual Hallowe'en party. They usually invite around 20 people, and some go all out with their costumes while others show up in regular attire. Knowing the crowd that would be there, I had swiped a medical gown from my doctor's office while I was there for my physical. I intended to walk around all night with it tied behind my neck but otherwise open all the way down. In a more genteel setting I might have worn a pair of boxers underneath, but I knew this crowd would get a kick out of seeing my bare ass all night. And those who didn't, fuck 'em! I got to their house about an hour after the party's start time, and was the first to arrive. I was wearing regular clothes to avoid scandalizing the neighbors. Dave and Mark moved to a snooty, very 'Christian conservative' neighborhood a few years ago, and as much as I knew they did so in part to make a point, still I didn't want to cause any trouble. I rang the doorbell and Dave answered. He and Mark took a lot of pride in their party, and so it was no surprise that he was decked out in a suit straight out of the 1920s, complete with a toy Tommy gun slung over his shoulder. I could see the disappointment on his face when he saw me in regular street clothes. "Al Capone?" I asked. He nodded in reply. "And you're - Jay?" There was a tiny note of irritation in his voice. "I'm about to be 'Patient Jay'," I said. "Let me run to the bathroom real quick." On my way to the lavatory I passed Dave's husband Mark. "Dave's not going to be happy about that outfit," he remarked. "Nope, he's not," I replied. "I'm heading to change now, don't worry!" A few minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, naked as the day I was born except for the thin cotton of the medical gown. I was still the only guest there, so I headed for the kitchen to see if I could help set up. Dave and Mark were both distracted, placing plate after plate of party food on the kitchen island. "What do you think?" I asked from the doorway. As they turned to look in my direction, I spun in a circle so they could get the full effect. Both burst out laughing. "I love it!" cried Dave. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint!" The doorbell rang, and as Mark walked to the foyer, Dave turned on some music. They have an amazing whole-home setup that lets them stream music from their phone to speakers all over the house. The opening notes of 'Monster Mash' blared from a speaker mounted under a kitchen cabinet. So began a steady stream of guests, and within an hour most of the 20 invitees had arrived. The house buzzed with conversation and laughter as the drinks flowed freely and the plates on the kitchen island were slowly emptied. Many of Dave and Mark's friends were couples, but they had invited three other single guys besides me. One of them was Sankar, a mid-30s tech engineer. He had worn a half-assed costume that consisted of a green skull cap and a bright orange-red shirt with the Sriracha logo on it. I had never met him before, but I had heard through the grapevine - otherwise known as Dave and Mark - that he was nicely hung and loved to fuck bareback. Being a 'raw is law' bottom myself, I knew I had to get to know him. He was standing quietly in a corner of the dining room, holding a beer and looking less than enthused. I meandered through the crowd and positioned myself next to him. Leaning over, I introduced myself. "I'm Jay," I said, trying not to scream in his ear but wanting him to hear me over the noise of the party. "Sankar," he responded. "Nice costume." "Thanks!" I replied, then spun around to give him a glimpse of my tight bubble ass. His eyes lit up. "That's the best thing I've seen all night," he said with a smile. "Let's see it again." I spun around again for his amusement. When I came face to face with him once more, he had unzipped his pants and had pulled out his cock. Still soft, it was at least seven inches long and four inches around. My mouth began to salivate and my hole gave an involuntary twitch. "I'm nine-and-a-half inches hard," he said, looking me straight in the eye with a smirk, "and it's thick. Think you can handle it?" I was no novice at bottoming, and while he was on the larger side his cock was not the biggest I had ever taken in my ass. "Oh yeah," I replied. "Just one thing," he said, the tone in his voice becoming more serious, "I'm poz and detectable, so I only fuck with a condom unless you're on prep." His revelation caught me a little off guard, though not in a bad way. In fact, I felt my own cock stiffen at the news. I was a raw-is-law bottom for a reason, and had never once taken prep. Yet after thousands of random, anonymous encounters with men I met on my travels all over the country, I had yet to receive the 'gift' I so desperately craved. Dave and Mark knew I was chasing the virus, and I found myself wondering now, did they know his status? Perhaps they did, and had invited him in the hopes I might hit it off with him? I glanced around the room hoping to find one or both of them watching as I chatted up Sankar, but neither was in sight. I turned back to my new friend. "I've been on prep for years," I lied through my teeth. If Dave and Mark did know his status, they had obviously not told him that I was a bug chaser. "Cool," was his only reply. Standing before him as I was, I blocked the view of his cock from everyone else, so I was the only one who could see the massive slab of meat hanging from his fly. He looked past me to check the crowd, then spit in his hand and slowly rubbed his cock. Instantly, it began to grow. I suddenly grew light-headed and I had butterflies in my stomach. "Turn around," he said matter-of-factly, placing one hand on my hip and gently goading me to do his bidding. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty, but I readily complied. A little more spit, rubbed first on his cock and then onto my hole. He pushed the gown aside and guided me back toward him until I could feel the tip gently press against my asshole. I looked around at the crowd, and all seemed oblivious to what was going on in our little corner. More than one of the other guests - okay, most of them - had watched me get fucked on one or more occasions, and in a few cases I had opened my holes to them. Coupled with the fact that I had been having sex in adult theaters, video booths and public rooms for a few decades, I had no inhibition when it came to having an audience. I grabbed the back of one of the dining room chairs to steady myself as Sankar began to press his cock harder against my hole. My years of fun with large cocks paid off; the tip popped inside, and he grabbed both my hips and pulled me backward onto him. FUCK! It felt so good! I let out an involuntary moan that was just slightly - okay, a lot - louder than the music, and a few of the nearer guests looked over in our direction. "All right! A show!" one of them called out, drawing attention from even more of the partygoers. Soon the dining room was filled to capacity, with guys in various stages of inebriation goading us on. My ass had opened easily for Sankar's huge cock, and I happily bounced up and down, savoring the sense of being stretched wide with each thrust. He was holding me by my hips and I now had both hands on the back of the chair, using it as leverage to slam my pelvis against his and milk that wonderful toxic load from his balls. My mind began to go blank in what I like to refer to as a 'fuck fog', a state in which I am completely focused on the sensation of getting fucked and my only thought is of the rich, creamy reward I'm working for. As I descended into the haze, I caught a glimpse of Mark and Dave, standing at the front of the group of onlookers. The last thing I saw before I totally gave in was the two of them clinking their drink glasses together in a toast. Sankar's hips slapped against my ass with every thrust. In my mind's eye I could see the tiny drops of viral pre-cum already dribbling into my hole, looking for a way in so they could change my life forever. It was finally happening - a poz top was giving me his gift. The thought made me the happiest I had ever been. At last, it was time for him to knock me up. His hands grabbed my hips tighter and his pace quickened. I felt his huge cock swell even more, pressing more tightly against my sphincter as it prepared to fill me with seed. Then it happened. With a roar that may have awoken some of the neighbors, Sankar rammed his cock deep into my guts and unloaded. Shot after shot of poz cum filled my hole. As the pulses of his cock subsided and his grip on my hips relaxed, the crowd cheered. Coming out of my fog, I watched as Mark and Dave raised their glasses in salute. Sankar pulled his massive cock from me, and as I always do I spun around, squatted, and took it in my mouth to clean it off. It had the flavor of ass and cum that I love so much, perfectly balanced. Another round of applause, and the crowd broke up to get more food and drink and continue their conversations. As I squatted, some of the precious poz cum he had deposited inside me slipped out onto the hardwood floor. Desperate not to waste a single copy of the virus, I knelt on the floor and licked up every drop. I stayed close to Sankar that night, though while I was grabbing a drink in the kitchen I did warn Mark and Dave not to tell him that I wasn't on prep. I took another load from him once most of the guests had gone, and I saw him a few more times after the party. Alas, the company he worked for transferred him across the country a few months later. I had gotten the fuck flu and tested positive (hooray!), so I finally did tell him that I wasn't on prep. As I had feared, he severed communication and I haven't heard from him since. Mark and Dave didn't stay in touch with him, either. So here I am, coming up on the one-year anniversary of my pozzing. I completely understand why he severed ties, but I am sad that Sankar won't be there to help celebrate. This year's party is coming up on the 26th, and Mark, Dave and I will be raising a glass in his honor.

Seriously wishing you were closer to me with that attitude. 😈

I'll be ass-up in darkened hotel room in Woburn, Tuesday Oct. 15 between about 7 pm and midnight. Seeking tops who want to stop by and dump a load. No bottoms and no watchers, please! DM me here or watch for me on Grindr, Sniffies, BBRT and maybe Scruff.

At long last, Friday had arrived. It had been a helluva week – deadlines and fire drills, and my boss breathing down my neck the whole time – so when I finally shut down my laptop, the relief swept over me like a tidal wave and my entire body sagged into my chair, spent. As mentally exhausted as I was, a singular thought had run through my mind and kept me going all week: Friday night meant going to the bookstore and taking cock after cock until my mind went numb. And it wasn’t just any bookstore. I had purposely chosen a remote job so I could choose the city to live in, rather than being tied to an office. The city I had selected – surprise! – happened to be home to one of the largest adult bookstores and men’s clubs, maybe in the country. It was massive, with a store that must have been 10,000 square feet, along with a huge arcade with more than 50 booths, a 100-seat theater that screened only the most recent porn films (mostly bareback), and three different public rooms. And that was just the first floor! Upstairs, a labyrinth of narrow corridors wound its way through a maze of small private rooms, each with a bed, small table and sink. At the end nearest the stairs and elevator, a large bathroom contained plenty of shower space and even a few enema wands for we bottoms to get and stay ready to take cock for as long as we wanted to be there. I willed myself out of my chair and grabbed an energy drink off the desk as I headed to my bedroom. I slugged the entire can and then hopped in the shower, making sure to clean out and get myself spic-and-span inside and out. I hadn’t eaten in a day and a half, so there should be no reason to have to hit the showers at the club. I wanted to spend as much time in a popper fog, taking cocks and loads and not thinking about anything that had happened during the prior week. The club was busy when I got there, and it wasn’t even five o’clock. A lot of guys tended to make quick stops on their way home – to take a load, or dump one – before heading home to their families. The place would be mostly empty by about six, but by eight o’clock guys would be streaming in, and the real fun would begin. As for me, I liked the quiet time. It was kind of like the calm before the storm, a chance to get situated and ready for all the fun to be had. My usual M.O. was to grab a private room upstairs from the front desk, peel off my clothes and leave most of my things in a locker on the main floor, then explore. Often, I wore nothing more than my sneakers and a jock strap, my pre-lubed hole out and ready for any top who wanted to bend me over. I meandered through the arcade area, watching the guys in business suits and wedding rings going in and out of the booths. One guy exited a booth wiping at his jacket lapel, spreading a big cum stain that I hoped for his sake would dry before he got home. Amateur. Next I wandered into the theater. On the screen was a scrawny twink with a huge cock that was rock-hard. It flopped from side to side as he bounced up and down on not one, but two huge black cocks. True to form, there wasn’t a condom in sight. I found myself wondering if either of the tops he was riding might secretly be poz. Certainly they were tearing up his insides well enough that a little bug would be able to sneak in, if it happened to be seeping out in someone’s pre-cum. As I watched the movie, I felt someone slide up behind me. Two big, meaty hands slipped under my arms to squeeze my nipples – which I fucking love – and I felt a hard cock poking into one of my ass cheeks. I reached behind me and rubbed the man’s stiff cock, then slid his zipper down, reached into his pants, and freed it. I estimated it to be about five or six inches, but it was girthy as fuck – a fat hog that would give me a healthy gape to start the evening. I lined up the tip to my hole and pushed back, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck as he sighed with pleasure. His cock slid inside me with no trouble, and I relished the spasms of my sphincter as it attempted to swallow something so thick. My anonymous friend began to fuck me in rhythm with the twink on the screen. Each time he impaled himself on those two huge shafts, the guy behind me pushed himself in balls deep. I bent over slightly and grabbed the door jamb for a little extra support. His heavy pants felt warm and moist on my neck as he worked himself closer to completion, and at last, with a gasp, he exploded deep inside me. Soon the pulses subsided and he slipped his cock out, zipping up and beating a hasty retreat. I never even turned around, just winked at one of the other regulars who had been looking on. He gave me a big grin in response. Knowing what he was into, I called him over with a slight nod. Obediently, he got on his knees behind me and I felt his tongue on my hole. I pushed the stranger’s load out into his hungry mouth, momentarily savoring the sensation of his tongue probing for the last few drops before I moved on. The crowd was beginning to thin, and the first two public rooms proved to be empty. In the third, however, stood a huge bull of a man. He must have been at least six foot six with broad shoulders and massive biceps straining against the sleeves of a white t-shirt. His entire body seemed to be sculpted out of solid granite. His clean-shaven head and thick, long goatee gave him a slightly sinister air to add to the overall effect. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked another regular who was standing nearby, admiring him. “You don’t know who that is?” he asked incredulously. “The guy’s famous around here. They call him Pozzy Bear.” The reference to a children’s show character seemed a bit ridiculous when applied to such a colossal figure, and I chuckled. “It’s no joke,” he said. “That guy has the magic touch. Some say all he has to do is look at someone and they get HIV. You’re guaranteed poz if he unloads inside you. For real.” I could see how the man’s stature might feed any number of myths about his prowess. Still, I found myself wondering how I could have missed meeting someone who evidently spent time in one of my favorite haunts. So, I decided to ask. “What are you doing?” the other guy hissed as I strode toward the hulk. I ignored him. “Hi,” I said, approaching Pozzy Bear. “I’m Jay.” “Richard,” he replied. “But you can call me Pozzy Bear.” Was Pozzy Bear a persona that perhaps he had cultivated for himself? I decided to probe. “Where did that name come from?” I asked, maybe a little more directly than I had intended. The hulking figure remained silent, instead scanning me with his eyes from head to foot. At length, he spoke. “Get a room and I’ll show you.” Instantly my curiosity was piqued. “Got one,” I said, holding up the key I had fastened to the strap of my jock. “Lead the way.” He followed me up the stairs, and though he was always a few steps behind me. I made sure to wiggle my ass as a tease, but his eyes were level with my shoulder blades and I’m not even sure he noticed from that height. We arrived at the room and stepped inside. A single dim lamp burned on the table, providing the perfect ambiance for an anonymous breeding session. I turned to face him and he was already removing his shirt. I have no idea how I didn’t see it through his shirt, but metal nipple piercings shone through a matt of rich, dark chest hair that nearly obscured biohazard tattoos that encircled each nipple. He lowered his pants to reveal a scorpion tattooed on the front of his left hip. And hanging just to the right of it was one of the most massive cocks I have ever seen. Flaccid, it reached half-way down his thighs – perhaps ten or eleven inches – and was approximately the diameter of my wrist. I was so shocked that my body didn’t know how to react. My mouth began to salivate and my hole twitched, but in between my stomach had twisted itself into knots at the thought of that monster invading a hole that nature had intended as an exit. “I need to hear you say you want it,” he said matter-of-factly. I summoned up some courage and fought to keep the butterflies in my stomach at bay. “I want it,” I responded. “I want it!” “No,” he replied firmly. “I need to hear the words.” I realized what he meant. “I want your poz load.” He nodded. “Better.” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, then pushed me onto the bed like I was a rag doll. I was on my stomach, and before I could get up into the usual doggy-style position he held me down, one hand on my back as he straddled my legs with his knees. I heard the cap of a lube bottle click, and cold liquid running down the crack of my ass. He began rubbing the tip up and down, occasionally coming into contact with my pucker and sending shivers up my spine. Then came the invasion that a part of me dreaded and part of me hungered for. He placed the tip in contact with my hole and pushed. I opened easily for him at first, and I felt the tip pop in with no issue. He continued to push relentlessly, that massive shaft stretching me wider than I had ever been stretched before. I felt a burning sensation as my anus and rectum rebelled against the invader, causing me to whimper in pain and try to pull away. But his hand held me firmly in place, while he continued pushing his way into my guts with a steady pressure. Soon the tip of his cock had arrived at my second hole, but rather than slowing he kept pushing his way inside. By now I was grasping the bedsheet so tightly that I was on the verge of tearing it to shreds, and my mouth had clamped down on the thin, dusty pillow to keep from screaming. Still, he kept pushing. It was as though he was trying to fuck my very soul. At last the pressure eased, and I felt his balls touching mine. I had heard the term “rearrange my guts” before, and had even used it myself, but absolutely nothing I had ever experienced before compared to what was happening to me in that moment. Without a sound, Richard – Pozzy Bear – began to rhythmically fuck my ass. The burning sensation continued and even intensified as he slid in and out over and over. Then, without warning, he pulled completely out! In an instant I went from the fullest I had ever been, to empty and desperate to feel him inside me again. I couldn’t believe my ears as I heard myself say, “Put it back in, please!” The lube bottle cap snapped again, and he drizzled a generous amount into my gaping hole. He took a moment to rub some on the tree trunk he was using to fuck me, then slid back inside me – all the way, and very quickly. My body bucked involuntarily, but his steady hand again held me in place, forcing me to endure the onslaught. I adjusted more quickly to his presence inside me this second time, no doubt aided by the copious amount of lube he had used. Placing one hand on the bed on either side of me, he locked his legs into mine and pressed more of his weight down onto my back, and proceeded to jackhammer my hole relentlessly. That massive tool slid in and out, in and out, his solid, muscular stomach slapping against my back each time it did. My body had finally adjusted to his size, and I was enjoying his ministrations. The pre-cum ran from my cock and soaked the sheet beneath me. I even found myself bucking back to meet his thrusts, taking him deep and hard. Finally, he growled in my ear, “I’m gonna poz you, slut.” “Do it!” I cried out. “Poz me! Give me your poz load!” With an animalistic howl he drove his hips against mine and held still, pumping his load deeper inside me than anyone had ever been before. For a few moments he remained motionless, then collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the mattress. I could barely breathe, but I knew that when he moved that magnificent cock would slip out of me, and that was something I wanted to avoid for as long as I could, so I stayed like that. After a few minutes of shallow breathing, I felt him stir and lift his bulk off me then, disappointingly, his cock slid out. A cold trail of cum and lube dribbled down my balls, adding to the wetness of the sheet caused by my pre-cum. “You should see some positive results within a month or so,” he said as he got dressed. “Nice hole. Too bad I probably ruined you for any other cock.” With that, he slipped out the door, leaving it open behind him. I turned and saw several faces staring in from the hall. Front and center was the regular from downstairs who had told me about Pozzy Bear. “Bet you thought that what I told you downstairs was a myth,” he said with a smirk, “when in fact, that man is a legend!”

I resisted joining Tinder for a long time, but I finally threw in the towel and have been on the app for a few months now. As a pansexual guy, I have tended (until now) to reserve Tinder for browsing eligible women (who are, in many cases, as eager to take a cream pie as I am!) and search for cock using the old standby’s like Grindr and Sniffies. Fed up with the growing number of fake and scammer accounts – not to mention matches who say hello and then go silent – I decided to pivot my account to see what men I might find. Since people are marginally more likely to read a Tinder bio than they are on the hookup apps, I got specific about what I was looking for. On a site where a lot of guys are looking for their forever love (yuck), I was clear that I was only interested in hookups. Then, to make sure I got the right type of responses, I added a profile pic with a subtle outline of a condom with a big “X” through it. I didn’t have to wait long. The next day – yesterday – I matched with a guy who was a bit younger than me, probably late 30s. He was Middle Eastern with a close-trimmed black beard. We chatted for a bit and then exchanged numbers so we could trade the important pics – his cock and my ass. We instantly hit it off. He salivated over the pic of my hole dripping cum – my favorite to send guys when we’re talking about my love of bareback – and I couldn’t get enough of his dick pic. He was a good six inches (real inches, not Craigslist inches), thick, and uncut. The first time I set eyes on it, my hole twitched involuntarily. After a little more back and forth we agreed on a morning meeting today. I got up at my usual time and found a text from him already waiting. I replied and as I waited for him to respond, I got myself ready. Less than an hour later, I was on my way to his place, a quick 10-minute drive away at that time of day. He was waiting at the door when I arrived. I grabbed my lube and poppers out of the back of my car and followed him inside. We went straight to his room and started making out. Clothes came off quickly, and in a matter of moments my fist was clenched around his cock. It was even thicker than I had imagined, and I felt my hole twitch again at the thought of him sliding inside me. After some more hot and heavy making out (something I rarely do), I sat on the edge of his bed. The mattress was low to the floor and placed my mouth at the perfect height. A few huffs from my brown bottle and his hands were on the back of my head and his cock was slamming into the back of my throat. I choked and gagged, grateful that I had not eaten and loving every minute of it. That went on for several minutes until he pulled out. “Turn around,” he growled. I quickly complied. He drizzled a little lube on my hole and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the crack, teasing me. I whimpered in anticipation. He took a couple of test pokes, opening up my pucker just enough, and then slid balls-deep inside me in one fluid motion. I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness, but it felt amazing. He grabbed my hips and began to pound me, pushing me further and further forward until I was laying prone on his bed with him on top of me. He grunted and groaned with pleasure as he destroyed my hole. As time went on, the sounds became more frequent and louder, and I knew he was close to blowing his load. “That’s it,” I urged. “Cum inside me. I want your load in my ass.” “Fuck yeah,” he growled back, and his pace picked up. He began hammering me into the bed as though he wanted to break it – or me. A few more minutes and he let out a howl as his motion stopped. As I always do, I squeezed my hole tight around him and sure enough, he was pumping his load into my guts. As the pulses subsided, he collapsed on top of me, spent. We lay like that for a few minutes before he got up. I quickly spun around and took his still-semi-hard cock in my mouth, cleaning off all the juices. I ran my tongue up and down the top of his shaft, and he moaned. With that, I grabbed my clothes and he pulled on a pair of shorts to see me to the door. I hopped back in my car to start my day with a fresh load of cum inside me. I got home and checked Tinder again, and a guy I’ve hooked up with before through Grindr had found me. He’s got a nice cock, too, which some of you may have seen in a video I uploaded to my X account. Thinking I need to respond to him and let him know I’m looking. You never know – maybe today will end up being a ‘two-fer’!

The bookstore was quiet yesterday afternoon. I had taken a half-day off work and, horned out of my mind, decided I would get myself ready and head out to see what kind of trouble I could get into. Having paid my entry fee, I made my way into the back room. This particular bookstore has all booths, no public rooms – but there are two separate spaces, each with a dozen or so booths each, and several of them have glory holes. I have swallowed countless loads through those holes over the years, but today I had something different in mind. I had never taken a load in my ass through one, and it was time to change that. To my chagrin, all the pairs of glory hole booths were occupied when I walked in. I meandered around for a bit, navigating around the other guys who were prowling the halls. I heard the door to the main store open a few times, and on my next circle, sure enough, a pair of booths was open. I entered one and locked the door, turning on the video and hitting my brown bottle as I waited for the door in the next booth to squeak shut. It did not take long. A figure entered, and I could see his camouflage shorts through the hole in the wall. He started the video in his booth and took out his cock, stroking it to get it hard. I placed my hand by the hole to let him know I was ready to take his cock, but to my great disappointment his hand appeared instead of his cock. I tried to coax him a few more times, but he would not take me up on my offer. Frustrated, I realized he wasn’t planning on leaving, so I stepped out of my booth and began wandering the halls again. I tried a few more booths, but guys seemed more interested in looking through to see who was on the other side of the hole than they were in using the hole for its intended purpose. I finally gave up and went back to my car. Still insanely horny, I sat in my car and perused Grindr and Sniffies to see if I could find a top nearby. The closest guy on Grindr was only a few hundred feet away – probably inside the store. So, I messaged him. “Hey, where are you?” As I suspected, he informed me that was inside. “I’m in the parking lot,” I responded. “I need to get fucked.” “Come in and take my load through the glory hole,” he replied, then gave me the number of the booth he was in. I went back into the store and into the back room, and sure enough, the booth next to his was open. I no sooner locked the door than a thick cock about seven inches long slid through the hole. I undid my shorts as I knelt, pulling out my lube and slathering a blob on my hole as I took him in my mouth. He sighed with pleasure as I worked his shaft back and forth, getting it nice and slick. His hard cock got harder, and I knew it was time. I stood, grabbing his shaft with my hand as I turned around and bent over. I guided the tip to my hungry pucker and then pushed back. He pushed forward at the same time, and suddenly he was as deep in me as the plywood wall between us would allow. He started pumping urgently as I placed my hands on my knees for support. It didn’t take long before I heard him grunt. I squeezed my sphincter around his shaft and felt those telltale pulses – for the first time ever, I was getting bred by a random stranger through a glory hole! Sure, I’ve taken plenty of anonymous loads while blindfolded, but this was a new and very different experience. The pulses subsided and he quickly pulled out of my ass, leaving a bead of cum running down the wall from the bottom of the hole. In a flash he was zipped up and out the door. I decided to stay a little longer, but it was the wrong time of day for there to be any kind of crowd, so I eventually gave up and went home, his cum soaking my underwear as I drove. I’ll definitely go back another day when the back room is busier and see if I can get even more anonymous cum that way.

It all started so innocently - well, as innocently as an exchange on BBRT can. I was perusing all the guys in my small state when I came across someone I hadn't noticed before. He was a vers top, and one of his pics showed an impressive Prince Albert - a heavy gauge loop that looked like it could do some damage while feeling amazing at the same time. It hung from a pretty impressive cock, too. Hard it looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick. Scanning through his profile I could see he was a chubby guy with a big scruffy beard. And his status read Undetectable. Naturally, being the slut I am, I reached out. It didn't take long for him to respond, and we struck up a conversation. He loves chubs like me so was immediately interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and then he asked, "You know I'm poz, right?" "I noticed," was my reply. For a moment I wondered why he would point it out when it was clear on his profile, but then the 'what if' occurred to me. "Detectable?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "VL is 850,000" I had no way to tell if he was being truthful or not. Maybe he was just seeing if he could scare me off. If that was in fact the case, it had quite the opposite effect. My cock got rock hard as I read his note, and I told him so. "Good pig 😈," was his response. That was all I needed. I was hooked. I gave him my number so we could continue texting. As soon as he had it, my phone dinged - it was a chest photo more recent than the one on his profile, showing a huge red-and-black biohazard tattoo above his right nipple. Now I was double hooked! As anyone who has read my other writings will tell you, I've been chasing, but not really chasing, the bug for years. I am an avowed bareback-only bottom and a passionate cum dump. Since I took my first raw cock more than 15 years ago, I have known that one day it would result in a positive test result. I made my peace with that long ago, which has allowed me to maintain the slut lifestyle I so enjoy. The only surprise to me, honestly, is the fact that in 15 years and hundreds and hundreds of loads, the only thing I ever picked up was a case of syph, years ago - which cleared with a single penicillin treatment. Now, here was a guy offering to knowingly give me his strain, to give me his gift and start me on the next stage of my journey. The only thing that might make things difficult for us was distance. We lived at opposite ends of a state with lots of traffic and no direct east-west route from him to me. Still, he was willing to travel. He told me weekdays were best - they are for me too - and that he would drive to a motel I designated. And what's more, he would bring a mask so he could record my pozzing and post it on his Twitter - something I've always fantasized about. And it kept getting better. We started talking less than a week before a cum dump session I had scheduled for myself at a local motel, so I already had plans to be ass-up and taking loads. "Why don't you come at the end of my event?" I said to him. "You can eat the other loads out of my hole and replace them with your toxic load." "😈" was all he replied. And so it was that at a cum dump session last week, I received his poz load for the first time. I kept myself in a popper haze the entire time as cock after cock slid inside my hole and filled me with cum. I lost count of how many guys had used me over the course of the 4 hours I hosted, and for once I didn't care. My mind was fixated the entire time on what was to come after everyone else left. The flow of anonymous tops slowly ebbed as the end time approached. With about 15 minutes left to go, I heard the door open. "Don't turn around, pig," came a voice, and I knew it was him. I was ass-up on the bed, so I kept my eyes focused on the headboard. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then slid a ski mask over my head. I heard the door lock. "Event's over. Time for me to ruin your life." My cock, which normally remains soft throughout a cum dump session even when guys pay attention to it, grew instantly hard. He wouldn't be ruining my life, he would be enhancing it while at the same time bringing it to its inevitable, eventual conclusion. I longed for the freedom both would provide. He grew quiet, then I heard the telltale signs of clothes being shed. There were a couple of faint clunks from the dresser behind me and the table to my left, and I guessed that he was setting up camera equipment to capture the last moments of my life as an HIV-negative bottom, and my rebirth into the poz brotherhood. At last I felt his hands on my ass. He caressed it, and in my mind's eye I pictured him admiring this big, round ass that he was about to defile. Or maybe he was appreciating the amount of cum running down my balls and soaking the sheet. I gave a little push, and felt more cum slip out and run down my balls to join the rest. "Mmmmmm," I heard him mutter. Then his tongue was on my hole. He spread my cheeks as widely apart as he could as he licked and slurped and sucked at my pucker. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than five minutes, he stood up behind me. "There," he announced. "All clean. You ready for my poz load, pig?" I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, yet somehow it did. It felt as though I could penetrate a steel plate. I had never in my life been that hard. "Yesssss," I hissed plaintively. "Poz me, pleeeeease!" Without another word, he slid his cock balls-deep into my hole in one fluid motion. He was on the thicker side, and I felt him stretch my hole as he entered. But I didn't feel his PA. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he said, "I left out the piercing for the first round. Don't worry, once my poz babies are inside you I'll put it in so I can tear you up as I give you a second load." I melted blissfully into the bed as he grabbed my hips and began to rhythmically slide back and forth, in and out, savoring my hole as he prepared to change my life forever. It sounds a little strange, but in that moment I felt at home, like I was doing what I had always been meant to do, like I was fulfilling my destiny. His cock was just long enough to massage my prostate in the best possible way, and the precum streamed from my cock and collected on the bed with the leftover cum from the past four hours. Between the popper fog and the sensations emanating from my insides and the sheer realization of what I was doing, I was truly in hog heaven. Before long his pace began to quicken, and as he fucked me harder and faster my prostate responded. For the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm already building as he grabbed my hips extra-hard and began pounding me relentlessly. "You want this poz load, pig?" he asked loudly. "Yes, please!" I cried in response. "Please poz me!" "Here it comes, pig," he growled. "You're never gonna be the same again." That was all I needed. The pressure that had been building inside me exploded, and my cock shot a huge load onto the bed as I felt him pumping his poz load deep inside me. He held still for a moment as the pulses subsided, then released my hips. Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting, and very content mess. "You're not done," he said matter-of-factly. He turned my head and I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips. I eagerly sucked his cock clean. He left me laying on the bed as he turned off the cameras. "That's gonna make for a great post," he said. "All my followers are going to love watching you become a little poz piggy." I was still trying to compose myself, so I said nothing in response. He let me lie there a while as he puttered around the room. At one point I heard the rustle of fabric, then a short time later a metallic 'click'. He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, and began kissing my ass cheeks. Slowly he worked his way up my back, sending little electric shocks down my spine. He continued to move up my body toward my head, until I felt a cold sensation against my well-used hole. As promised, he had put in his PA. By now I was so gaped that he slipped in easily. I was amazed at how hard his cock was so quickly after he had cum. "Now, to make sure it takes," he grunted. He grabbed my shoulders and locked his ankles with mine, pressing me into the bed as he began his assault. My hole exploded in a burning pain as he began to work his shaft in and out. I struggled, trying to shift my body toward the headboard to lessen the pressure, but he held me firmly. He never missed a beat as he pumped his cock in and out, tearing up my hole to let his poz babies do their work. "Mmmmm, fuck," he moaned in my ear. "This hole feels soooo good, pig." I grunted in pain but did not reply, which seemed to spur him on. He began pumping more quickly, slamming his hips into my ass and pressing me into the bed. "Here it comes, pig," he hissed. "If the first one didn't take, this one sure will." With that, I felt the telltale pulses of his cock against my sphincter as he dumped a second toxic load deep into my guts. He collapsed on my back, spent from the effort. He lay there for a few minutes as his cock deflated inside me, then got up. "Don't move," he instructed me. "I didn't video that one, but I gotta get some pics of that hole." I remained still as I heard a number of clicks from his phone, each of my destroyed and now pozzed ass. Then he dressed, and as he took the mask and blindfold off my head he instructed me to continue staring at the headboard. The room door opened and the sounds of the street outside flooded in for a moment until the latch clicked shut once more. I looked around and confirmed that he had indeed left. I made the decision to stay a while longer and rest. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I reveled in the knowledge that it meant I had fulfilled my destiny. After all, "No pain, no gain!" Finally the time came for me to head home. Tomorrow was a work day, after all. But much more than that, it was also the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to get it started. I was at work the next day when I received a text from my gifter with a series of web links all pointing to Twitter. I bolted for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could see what he sent me. I clicked each link in succession and watched in rapt fascination as my pozzing unfolded for all the world to see, just as I had always fantasized. My cock grew instantly hard and I was so turned on that I had to jack off then and there. I put my earbuds in so I could listen to the audio, then watched the last video in the series again as I stroked my cock. As I got to the moment when I begged for his poz cum I shot a huge load and a couple of drops hit the back of the stall door. A couple of drops of my poz cum. The thought sent shivers down my spine. By now the drops of cum had formed streaks down the back of the door, and one had even dripped onto the floor. I cleaned up and pushed the door open, leaving my seed behind for the next guy. Who knows? Maybe there was a toilet pig in the office who would enjoy a treat. As I went back to my desk, my phone buzzed again. It was my gifter. "We're doing that again tomorrow," he said, "and as often as we can until you test positive." He didn't have to tell me twice! I was still so turned on that I went back to the bathroom to rub out another one. I chose a different stall this time. Hey, maybe there are two toilet pigs in the office.

My June 25th cum dump session had to be postponed, and Tuesday July 16th is the day! 3:00-7:00 pm in Wethersfield, CT. I'll be ass up in a darkened motel room, blindfolded and servicing all anonymous tops. No load refused! No bottoms or voyeurs please. I have a group posted on Sniffies and I'll be on Grindr throughout the event. You can also find me on bbrt (rawbttmct).