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On 25.8.2017 at 5:52 PM, pozpuppy said:

 For most of the drive Peter was on his phone, which was not unusual just odd since we were heading to Palm Springs for a vacation. It was my first time visiting, but Peter had been so many times before we got together he'd lost count. He told me about all the gay clothing optional resorts, which he had visited, but I was a little shy and just wanted to stay at a nice hotel. 

 When we arrived and I found our hotel, I was taken back. It looked like a hotel that you would rent by the hour. 

  “Peter are you sure this is the right hotel, it looks like a sleazy one”

  “Yeah, it was had the only available room” he replied. 

 We checked in and went to our room. Damn the place was a dump. Peter told me to clean up, he was going to go get some alcohol so we could play.

  “Did you pack the condoms?” I asked.

  “Yeah” he said walking out the door.

We had to play safe with each other, I was negative and Peter was poz. He was poz when I met him and we still got together even with friends telling me it wouldn't work. 

I went about my business of preparing for our fun. After an hour I started to worry a bit. I know he knows Palm Springs, but did he get lost. I kept to my task. 

  “Hey I got a surprise for you” Peter said sticking his head in the door, after another hour had passed. 

  “Yeah? Was I a good boy” I asked

  “Yes you were.” he said laughing.
  
  “Oh boy”

  We always had playful banter, sometimes a little on the goofy side.

  “No just relax and go with it” Peter said.
  
  “What did you do”

  “I got an escort for some fun” he said, “I wanna watch him fuck you”

  “I don't know”

  “He's got a big cock”

  “Okay but he has to wear a condom”

  “He only fucks safe babe, relax” Peter said, “plus we don't have to worry about what people will say, which you always worry about. We are not at home”

  I nodded. Peter opened the door and a big muscle man walked in. He was fucking hot and quickly started to strip. He pulled his tank over his head and exposed his chest. It was massive, and his arms were also massive. I caught me watching him and he began to flex and pose for me.

  “You like?” he asked me.

  I nodded yes.

 “Wanna see more handsome man?” he asked.

 “Yes” I said with my mouth suddenly going dry. 

  He hooked his thumbs into his waistband of his gym shorts. The front was already poking forward from his hard cock inside. 

 “You wanna pull them off me?” he asked me?

 “Go on, do it” Peter said as he was stripping off his clothes.

 I got up and went to escort, who moved his head in and started to kiss me. Our tongues met in each other's mouths. I could feel my cock swelling up inside my towel. He pulled off my lips and put his big hands on my shoulders, gently pushing down.

 “On your knees,” he said

 I slowly dropped to my knees, taking his chest and abs in as I went down. This man was a living god. Once on my knees, he pushed his crotch forward and pushed it against my face. I grabbed his shorts and pulled. I watch his hard cock bend downwards and the pop out as the waistband released it. It bounced up and hit his abs then down again. He thrust it forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slide in almost the whole way. 

  My eyes were looking forward and I could see a tattoo hiding inside the trimmed hair on his crotch. I kept my eyes on that, trying to make it out as his cock went in and out of my mouth. It tasted so good, he was already leaking pre-cum, which was sweet tasting. 

  He bent down and started to play with my hole. His finger circled my hole, teasing it. He brought his finger to his mouth, sucked in it, making it wet. He then put it back down by my hole, circling it again. I moaned against his cock.

  “It's a sweet hole, just like you said” he said to Peter. 

  “Just wait until you feel it around you cock” Peter replied.

  I just continued to suck on the escorts cock, moaning my approval to what was happening. 
Peter walked up behind me and lifted me up. The escort’s cock popped out of my mouth. 

  “Time for the main event baby” he said to me.

  “You have the condoms”

   The escort grabbed his shorts and pulled a few out of his pocket. 

  “Always have them”

  Peter moved me to the bed, he helped me get on the bed and put me on my hands and knees, but got in front of me and pushed me down until my chest was on the bed and my ass in the air. 

  “Stay just like that” he said.
  
  He moved quickly around to my ass. Pulling my ass cheeks apart, he slide his tongue up and down my crack. His tongue found my hole and started to push in and out. The escort moved in front of me, he opened the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock head and rolled it back. 

  He then moved back to my ass as he slowly jacked his cock. I could hear the condom crinkle as he moved his hand over it. 

  “His ass is ready,” Peter said, “do your damage”

  I felt spit hitting my ass, which made me jump a little. I reached back and moved my hand along the cock of the escort. The condom was still there. 

  “Relax baby, just enjoy the ride”

  The escorts cock pressed against my hole. I pushed out a little and it slowly moved inside my hole. The head popped inside and the escort moaned. 

  “Want more” the escort asked me

  “Yes” I groaned, as he pumped his cock head in and out of my hole. 

  I felt his hand wrap around his cock and felt him pull his hand back to his body.

  “Making sure the condom is in place,” he said

  Happy that he was keeping his word of only fucking safe, that I started to push back onto his cock as he pushed in. My hole opened up around his hard covered shaft. 

  “Baby, it looks so hot seeing another man's cock in your hot hole” Peter said from behind me.

  “Feels good too baby” I said.
  
  The escort pulled out, I heard the condom incresparsi again. He placed his cock against my hole again and pushed all the way in. I jumped a little. I wasn't used to his cock yet. Sensing that I needed a moment he pulled out again. I heard more crinkling of the condom. 

  “Tell me when you are ready” the escort said.

  “Put it back in, slowly,” I said, “is the condom still on”

  “Yes it is” the escort said

  “Stop worrying baby and enjoy” Peter said to me.

  I felt the cock head press against my hole, then slowly slide in. I moaned loudly this time. The shaft slowly moved against my hole as he pushed in, until his crotch hair and that hidden tattoo were pressed against my ass. 

  “Gonna hold it all the way in, give you time to get used to it” the escort said.

  I moaned my response. I relaxed more and started to pull off his cock only to push back when I felt his cock head pulling my hole outwards. He grabbed my hips and took control. He started to fuck my hole, gently at fist but building up this thrusts and speed. 

  He stated to push me down, until I fell to the mattress laying flat. His cock popped out of my hole. I heard more crinkling off the condom and figured he was making sure that it was on fully. He drove his cock deep in my hole, in one long hard thrust. 

  He dropped his body down on to me. He was heavy and I couldn't move he was that heavy. His mouth was right next to my ear and was breathing hot air deep inside. Peter moved to the floor in front of me, kneeling to be face to face.
 
   “I always fuck with a condom” the escort said,  “a doctored condom, prepared so it breaks” he whispered into my ear.

  “Just relax baby, its for the best” Peter whispered 

  “My uncovered cock is leaking pre-cum into your hot hole” the escort whispered, “highly toxic poz pre-cum”

  My eyes widened, I tried to move from under the muscle stud escort, but I was trapped. 

  “I'm going to deposit my virus deep into your hole. That's what I was hired to do” 

  I started to fight again as my mind tried to figure this out. My own boyfriend hired an escort to infect me. My anger grew.

 “Don't fight it” the escort whispered

  His hips were lifting higher and dropping down onto my ass, driving his cock in and out. His massive chest was pushing down on my back, pinning my torso down to the bed. My arms were pinned under my chest and the escort’s arms were wrapped around my neck, holding me tights, but not choking me.

  “Please don't! I don't want it” I pleaded

  “Of course you do,” the escort said

  “Peter get back there and take that ripped up condom off the base of my cock”

  Peter moved quickly as the escorts cock pulled completely out. Within seconds the head was stabbing at my hole. I tightened up, not wanting the unwrapped cock back in my hole. Peter came back around to face me. 

  “Accept it, it will happen,” Peter said, “it can happen here and now or sometime before we leave Palm Springs. Other plans are in the works”

  I was shocked, Peter planned this and more. Taking a deep breathe, I relaxed. The escort still pushed his cock head against my hole, but didn't push it in. 

  “Ask for it” the escort said

  “Please put your cock in me?” I asked me, almost crying.

  “No, ask me”

  “Please would you please fuck me”

  “You're still not asking for it”

  “Please give me your disease” I asked the escort

  “Better”

  “Please fuck your highly toxic virus loaded cum into my hole”

  “That's what I wanted to hear”

  He pushed his cock deep into my hole, pressing his crotch hard into my ass. He pulled out and then rammed his cock into me. His nuts were meeting my ass before his body. Peter was jacking his cock in front of me, smiling. 

  “I know you saw his tattoo” Peter said to me.
  
   I didn't say a word, just blankly stared at him.

  “It's a scorpion, a mark of a poz man who infects others without their knowledge or even their consent” he said laughing.

  The escort continued to fuck my hole, breathing heavily in my ear.

  “Tell me again” he said

  “Fuck your poz cum into me” I said, “please”

  He slammed his cock into me. I could feel his cock jump and twitch into my hole. He load shot out and filled me up. 

 “That's so fucking hot baby” Peter said, still jacking his cock. 

 “Why don't you add your load to mine?” the escort asked Peter 

  He didn't answer, he just moved to my ass. As the escort got off of me, he got on. He slid his cock into my hole, this time it was raw, unlike ever other time we fucked. 

 “Stopped taking my meds two months ago, just for this reason, babe”

  He began fucking my hole, pounding me hard as the escort stood in front of me watching. His cock was slowly getting soft and starting to hang down over his spent balls. 

  “Poz him again” the escort said encouraging Peter.

   I knew Peter was close, I could tell by his breathing and by the way he was fucking. He always pumped only the head of his cock in and out, rapidly when he was close. It was his way of edging. 

 He slammed his cock in deep and yelled:

 “Take it you chasing whore, been wanting to charge your hole since we met.”

 “Fuck yeah, pass the gift” the escort said.

 “I hated those fucking condoms on my cock or up my hole”

  He was slowly pumping his cock in and out.

 “Mixing those diseases”

 “You were right, deep down he was a chaser” the escort said.

 Peter pulled his cock out and got off me. He moved around grinning ear to ear, proud of what he just did. I just laid there watching them. Peter went to his shorts and took out a wad of cash.

 “$200 and a tip” Peter said. 

 “Let me know if he needs another dose” the escort said.

 The escort dressed and then left, leaving us alone and naked in the room.

“You fucking bastard” I said, “how could you do this to me”

That's a wonderful proof of LOVE. A very good BF who do all to realize your deep down wish.

I would love to have a such good BF who is looking around daily for the best and high toxic load to infect me as much as possible, because he loves me and wants to help me to realize my wish.

To be a good human incubator for POZ / TOXIC load.

I could be only thankful to him for his indisputable proof of LOVE.

On 7.7.2017 at 8:05 PM, whthole4u said:

Part 5: Hawk gave a wild sweep of his arm, “GET THEM ALL IN HERE. EVERY FUCKING ONE. I DON’T CARE IF THEY SWING THAT WAY OR NOT. I EXPECT EVERY GOD DAMN DICK WITHIN A MILE OF THIS PLACE TO FUCK MR. DEA AGENT HERE. DRUG HIM UP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. SOMEONE NEEDS TO PAY FOR THIS FUCK UP SO UNLESS ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO STEP FORWARD, THEN IT’S HIM.” My punishment was fast, swift, painful, and complete as one after another of Hawk’s drug crew were escorted into the small room and ordered to mount and breed me. A couple of them did stuff my ass with big meth shards, but not for my enjoyment, it was because they knew the shards would cut and scrape and strip away my gut lining as they were pushed around in my hole by all the dick. The high helped - a little - but what helped more was knowing I had hurt Hawk. He was the biggest meth cooker and dealer in the region and because of his Aryan DNA believed himself to be superior to everyone else. Well that, his huge dick, and his armed men. He suspected, but could not prove, that I had something to do with Chris being picked up. I did.

 

A few years back a buddy of mine who works for another government agency, one far more secretive and into far more shit than the DEA, installed a software program on my phone. While the program appeared to the casual observer to be one of those popular games everyone played, there was a secret level to it that once opened, allowed me to track Chris and whatever phone he was using based on his number. Chris had a long history of drugging out and falling off the deep end and I had to find some way of tracking him down. This program had lots of additional bells and whistles - his phone could be turned on remotely, turned into a recording device of conversations or even other phones around it by creating a small hot-spot. So, between Chris’s phone, and those he was around, I was able to quickly find him, or at least those he had been with recently. The info was uploaded into a secret email account in the cloud as sort of a buffer. It was never real time, but close enough. Hawk and his men would find nothing on my phone. The Assistant D.A. McLeod on the other hand I suspected would have found a great deal that was of interest.

 

Some time later as I laid on the floor covered in the filth of multiple men, shivering from the meth and the shock of abuse to my body, Hawk stomped back in. “Well agent,” he said, far more calmly than he was, “Your phone showed me nothing, although I must admit I was surprised in your taste of music - and porn. Your little friend has now become a risk to me, to this operation, to those I work for. Come with me. We’re shifting operations to a new facility he is not aware of.” I was shoved into the back of an unmarked van still naked except for the tattered remnants of my DEA windbreaker. Hawk slammed me down onto the uneven floor, slid his dick inside my cum filled ass and began pumping me as the van rocked side to side as we turned and drove away. “Head south first,” Hawk instructed one of the armed men sitting against the van wall, “I want Mr. DEA Agent here to know what a true AIDs dump he is when I fill him with another load while we are parked in front of his office building.” Hawk dismissed any feedback about that being unwise and proceeded to fuck me harder, to try to punish me for what he still believed I did. “Since we’re going to be in the neighborhood, why don’t you let me out so I can get back to work? I thought the whole idea was for me to be an asset in the office - not just some fuck toy.” That got me a hard knock to the mouth, a renewed taste of iron as my cut lip opened again, “YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY. RIGHT NOW - YOU ARE GOING TO MILK A FEW LOADS OUT OF ME. I KNOW EVERY THRUST OF MY SUPERIOR DICK PAINS YOU. I CAN FEEL YOUR BODY TENSE, YOUR MUSCLES QUIVER. YOU CAN FIGHT IT AGENT, BUT IN THE END, I WILL BREAK YOU AND TURN YOU INTO JUST A DEFLATED AIDS BAG. AND OH YES, WHEN WE HAD YOUR PHONE WE USED IT TO CALL YOUR OFFICE AND MY MAN ON THE INSIDE CONFIRMED THE CALL. FAMILY EMERGENCY AND ALL THAT, SO YOU WON’T BE IN TODAY. WE’RE THERE? GOOD. I’M READY TO INFECT YOUR ASS AGAIN AGENT!”

 

Hawk rolled off me, the van pulled away, and I inched closer to the far wall. The two masked guards opposite me were two of the ones who had tortured me earlier. I could see their eyes and I knew somewhere deep down they realized they were marked. Voices rose from the front, the men shifted nervously, Hawk crab walked up to the front seats and shook his head vigorously back and forth and hit the back of the seat with his fist. He turned and glared at me. I wanted to smile, but remained expressionless. The van pulled to the side. Hawk came back, stood over me, raised his fist back and trembled in rage. I stayed still. He then exhaled, lowered his fist, and said, “It appears that my backup lab was just raided by a multi-agency team and a number of my men arrested.” I piled on, “Wouldn’t that be the sort of thing that you would think your ‘people’ inside the DEA, local police, and others would have given you a heads up on?” Hawk growled. I continued, “I could have warned you if I had been at work like I was supposed to be and not here being some fucking chew toy for your pack of dogs. Clearly this is bigger than Chris - or me. I have never been to this other place right? You said Chris had not either so that means you must have a mole. Someone who has been on your team for a while has sold you out.” I looked to the masked men on the other side of the van with a clear, questioning look, then to the two men up front and stated again to Hawk, “Someone sold you out.” Hawk’s head whipped to the side, the front, and back. His eyes narrowed. He calculated loss, risk, safety, and the many forks in the road before him all within seconds. Hawk edged over between the two masked men, placed his left hand on the shoulder of one, his right on the shoulder of the other, leaned in and spoke in a low voice.

 

The two masked guards moved with practiced stealth and grace in a dance of death. Before they could react, the two members of Hawk’s drug gang that had been sitting in the front seats were pulled into the back and any threat they may have posed removed. One of the masked men eased into the driver’s seat, rolled his mask up onto his forehead, and put the van into drive. Hawk looked at his former colleagues, “All threats must be eliminated until I get this under control.” The van rolled over a familiar bump; I was hustled out the side door, up the steps, and into my kitchen. Hawk strolled in and looked around, “For now, we will stay here. What better place to hold out until things settle than a DEA agent’s house, right?” The masked guards did a quick check of the place, confirmed no one else was there, and emptied the chamber of a back up revolver they found in my dresser. Hawk sat at my table like he was king shit. He dumped out two bags of his meth - the Aryan Eagle black and menacing - then proceeded to chop it up. “Come agent. Let’s enjoy ourselves shall we. You and I do not need to be enemies. Frankly I see us as friends who are just - shall we say - getting to know each other. I know you Agent - I know your ass - I know you claim to be a top but when I am inside you and getting ready to spill my toxic seed your hole clenches tight, milking me like a Bavarian maid.” The hours passed. The guards were on high alert, Hawk was on the phone making call after call, trying to get control of a situation that clearly was spinning wild. One of the guards had left to get rid of the van – and the bodies - and when he returned, he had brought with him a large duffle bag that contained a number of bug-out supplies including an entire box of dozens of SIM cards. After every call Hawk switched out the cards and one of the guards would destroy the one just used. Clearly no one was going to track him that way. “Mind if I make some iced tea?” I asked. Hawk shrugged, one of the guards checked the cupboard then nodded. I turned on the faucet and reached over and twisted the little wand on the mini-blinds over the sink. The blinds did not open all the way, but they were open enough - I hoped it was enough.

 

Hawk was calmer and high and still had a trace of meth around his right nostril. He took his shirt off, rubbed his hands over his chest and torso, outlining his tattoos, and admiring his muscled Aryan physique. The guards continued their rounds as Hawk stripped, his massive uncut dick demanding attention being one of those freaks of nature that meth did not make go limp. “Let me just have a little more tea,” I told Hawk as he tried to push me to my knees to suck him. He grunted and stroked his dick awaiting my return. I refilled the glasses of the guards and handed it to them, then returned to the kitchen, knelt on my floor, and let Hawk pummel my throat like I knew he planned to pummel my ass. Had it been enough? Hawk ordered me to bend over the table so he could spit fuck my ass. I handed him a glass of iced tea, “Here. If you’re going to fill my ass with more cum you need to keep hydrated.” Hawk smiled, took the glass, downed about a quarter of it then as he tried aiming his dick into my hole with his other hand the glass slipped, shattered, ice tea spreading across the floor. Was it enough? The grunts and fullness of his dick inside my ass dulled the world around me. Or maybe that was the meth. I barely registered when I heard the first THUD. Hawk paused and asked, “What was that?” He was looking to the front of the house. I slid off his dick, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him down with me to the floor as I begged, “FUCK ME ON MY BACK. YOU’RE RIGHT. I NEED TO SUBMIT AND THIS WAY I CAN FEEL YOU FILL ME DEEP WITH YOUR AIDS CUM. YOU’RE MY SUPERIOR MASTER. I WANT TO SERVE YOU - CAN YOU SHOW ME HOW TO SERVE YOU? PLEASE YOU? OH BREED ME!” Any thought Hawk might have had in his head went WHOOSH and vanished. All he saw was victory. All he felt was my hands clasping at his hips to pull his raw Aryan dick deeper. All he understood was that I was his. Fucking dumb animal!

 

Hawk’s body slumped forward, his weight pinning me to the floor, my arm unable to avoid the splinters of glass that now pierced it. A familiar voice laughed, “Well, well, well, Agent. I must say I didn’t recognize you. Usually I’m the one on my back looking up.” I exhaled then had to laugh as a muscled arm reached down and helped me sit up. Jayce. While Chris and I were best friends growing up, Jayce and I were more like best enemies. We were total opposites in everything from our build to our families. Mine was law abiding, his was the biggest street gang in the city. Yet, Jayce and I alone, together, in bed, was always a good thing and I had dumped plenty of my loads up his sweet black ass. Between my job, and his gang, we of course kept our escapades secret, but on occasion, I was able to help him and let him know when the DEA was closing in on his family’s business and now he was able to pay that all back. We had worked out a secret signal long ago - my kitchen blinds. If they were closed, I had family around or for whatever reason could not see him. If they were totally open, the coast was clear. If they were only partially open, tilted up, then there was danger. I had relied on Jayce’s street skills to figure out the rest and lucky for me - and unlucky for Hawk and his men - he did. OK, well the Rohypnol I might have spiked the iced tea with helped too. I know, I know, who keeps crushed date rape drugs in their kitchen cabinet in a sugar bowl? I was a Boy Scout and I’m a DEA agent and I was prepared.

 

I rubbed my face. Jayce handed me a glass of water. I gulped it down, shook my head, “Thanks,” I said. Suddenly a piercing scream exploded from the next room. Jayce helped me stand, we walked in, and one of Jayce’s guys shrugged and said, “Smurfette just bit off most of his left ear.” Jayce laughed, lit a joint, nodded to the large, black/blue Pit Bull name Smurfette that was knotting Hawk’s ass as he asked, “I don’t think you need both ears to be a bitch do you?” I could only laugh. I never knew what happened to the armed guards Hawk had - the ones I vowed to take out. When I asked Jayce he just shrugged and said, “You see them assholes around anyplace? Ain’t nothing to see man. Nothing to see.” Before Jayce left, and as I watched some of the guys from his family’s gang drag Hawk’s bloodied – but still alive - body out of my house, I went over to the shreds of my DEA windbreaker and pulled out a couple packets of meth with the Aryan eagle mark and a blue shipping receipt. “Here,” I said as I handed him the meth. “When they were preparing to move I was able to figure out why his meth is so damn good. Here are some samples of his latest cook and trust me - that shit is fucking awesome! But more importantly is this. This manifest shows you the extra ingredient he used to make the shit so pure, so kick ass. It’s yours now. Someone needs to step in and become the new, biggest cook and seller in the region.” Jayce smiled, reached down and stroked my dick, then whispered, “So, when do I get to lay on my back again for you Agent?”

 

The next week at the office was fucking crazy. Reports of gang wars, multi-agency task force take downs of the biggest meth cook in the region, connections to Colombian cartels, or maybe the Russians, every day brought some new ripple in the pond created by the small stones I had cast. I was at my desk when there was a large commotion; a TACT Team goose-stepped into the situation room surrounding my cube. The DIC (DEA Agent in Charge) walked through the melee and set a stained, cardboard box on my desk. “This was just delivered for you,” he said while shaking his head. I looked at him, then the box, lifted one flap, then the next, and next, and pulled out a typed note that was resting near the top. The note said, “I DON’T THINK YOU NEED HANDS TO BE A BITCH EITHER.” My eyes wide, I pushed my chair back, stood up, and peered down into the box. My ‘gift’ was wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper. I took a pen and eased back the ridges of paper and my breath caught - there in the box was a set of hands clasped together as if in prayer. Within the hour the lab techs would confirm what I already knew - those hands belonged to Hawk.

CASE CLOSED.

(*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

 

 

To have my body marked with some Aryan AIDS DNA, is one of my hot dream, I would really LOVE that and if the Aryan AIDS DNA is from cut cocks it will be much better.

On 7.4.2016 at 7:05 AM, Codee said:

Although I have yet to suck one , I like the look of cut, maybe that's just me. I am looking to change the not yet part.

I definitively prefer CUT COCKS. I love to see the beautiful mushroom. I never sucked an uncut cock, I really can't. Many years ago I tried I couple times to suck some but I was almost to vomit and exactly contrary I love to suck CUT COCKS and if I know is also ☣TOXIC☣ then I couldn't resist to it, I will be totally addicted to it and his AMAZING ☣TOXIC☣ cum.

2 hours ago, KsBoy said:

I'm on PrEP and have been on it for a while. This past Sunday I was at a book store and this guy was fucking the hell out of me. We had not talked before hand but during his slamming my ass he started with Poz talk that turned me on so much. This was the first time this had happened to me. Afterwards we talked and he said he has been off meds for 16 years and his strain was med resistant. So now I'm wonder if anyone else knows anything about PrEP in regards to a HVL of med resistant strain. By the way it was one of the hottest fucks I've had.

I'm not on meds and I would love to be the lucky one who can beg for his TOXIC seed and have it dumped and pumped deeper into my ass and pleading for more.

On 23.12.2016 at 3:11 PM, constructionguy said:

Any other guys experience a link between barebacking and being an exhibitionist? When I made the decision to only fuck bareback, I found myself becoming an exhibitionist at the same time. Even at the baths, I NEVER close my door when I fuck - prefer to fuck and breed guys on the fuck bench in the public area where other guys can watch. Love being videoed even if i have not control over where the vids end up.   Fucking raw and being exhibitionist both feel liberating, so they kind of go together. Any other guys have this experience?  

I like be fucked raw and eough while other people watch me. I like to show how much I like being fucked and filled. The most of times this will make horny other people around me and they want fuck me too and I'm so happy when this happens. Last week a guy wanted fuck me on the sling and few minutes after some people were around me. I was suching and eating two loads while five people fucked and filled me on the sling. I did it some video and pics and also some people shot some pic to me. YEAH

I like to keep all loads in me, and sometimes when someone ask me if I have already got some load, I like to see his face when starts to pleading me to let him to lick my filled hole.

I like be watched and make horny other people. I like also when someone touch with his hand the cock that is fucking me to check if I'm letting fuck me raw.

I think we will be a good couple together.

12 hours ago, RandyCubby said:

I get off on the IDEA of being exposed -- of my Mom, my Dad, my boss, my secretary, my coworkers -- seeing all the shit I've posted on here and more, and of it ruining my life, but I don't know if I have the balls to do it. I just keep putting my mouth and my butthole up to every gloryhole in every XXX bookstore in Tenn ... and getting the STDs I deserve for being a pervert. My humiliation at the hands of adult bookstore clerks and public clinic employees (from the front desk to the RN) will have to be enough till I truly lose control like Stu.

Hey Randy,

to do all what you are already doing needs balls. To expose your mouth and your butthole in every XXX place, to suck and get fucked and filled accepting every risk, getting often STDs.

To do this needs balls, and you are doing that so good Randy, because you have a big balls.

My opinion is that every one can express himself in the way most suited to him, and you Randy are doing that very well and with balls.

It is like for music or painting or whatever. Everyone expresses himself with balls. Maybe someone will like that or some other will not like it.

But doesn't means that who is doing that have no balls.

Why someone who is enjoying totally his sexuality, showing how much good is to do what is doing must ruin his life?

Stu have balls to suck cocks and exposing himself, and you have balls to expose yourself in every XXX.

Both are two different ways to show your art.

Randy, if you are enjoying what you are doing, no one can say you have no balls.

Can maybe say I like or not, I'm agree or not, but nothing more.

You are living two parallel lives, but both belong to you, if you are happy in this way, why you should let them meet?

Who have no balls are people who can't accept their sexualy or whatelse and still living just a repressed live, losing all what can instead give them pleasure.

Randy, forgive my English, I know is not perfect, I just lernt it on internet, but I hope you and who is reading can understand what I mean.

Randy, still stay what you are, because you do not need to prove anything to anyone.

You are already GREAT RANDY!

Your Italian BIG fan

Manuel

What a lucky guy! I must almost always ask to my fucker if is POZ.

When someone just short to cum say me that he is POZ I just relax and enlarge my hole to have is POZ cock deeper inside me for a best planting!

I REALLY LOVE IT!

WOOF!

I'm totally agree with you.  I love to offer my body to an ☣AIDS☣ cock and I love to tell him how much I love and I crave to be an incubator for his ☣AIDS☣ DNA.  At the same time I love hearing from him that he is going to give me his ☣AIDS☣GIFT☣ and he will mark my body for ever.  Its make me feel totally connected with him.

 

If there is a such good connection between ☣AIDS☣ giver and ☣AIDS☣ taker it means they are sharing ☣LOVE☣ each other.  Maybe its sound for someone crazy, but LOVE can be shared in so many other forms than the only traditional form.

 

So, I love get into a nasty and pervert ☣AIDS/FULL BLOWN☣ talk while I'm craving to receive in me such amazing and beautiful ☣GIFT☣.

When I'm fucking a poz guy - and I ONLY fuck POZ guys - I get off on hearing him tell me how much he craves new strains of the virus and begs me to add my own mutated strains to the constantly evolving and growing bug flowing through his veins.

 

I tell him how warm and tight his ass shaft feels as my AIDS dick slices in and out of his guts, and how hot it is to use his body as an incubator for our disease.

 

I think about how great it feels knowing that I’m going to spew my poz sperm deep inside him, and how my DNA will grow inside his guts to become part of a bug that will spread to other pigs like us around the world. 

I'm totally agree with you.  I love to offer my body to an ☣AIDS☣ cock and I love to tell him how much I love and I crave to be an incubator for his ☣AIDS☣ DNA.  At the same time I love hearing from him that he is going to give me his ☣AIDS☣GIFT☣ and he will mark my body for ever.  Its make me feel totally connected with him.

If there is a such good connection between ☣AIDS☣ giver and ☣AIDS☣ it means they are sharing ☣LOVE☣ each other.  Maybe its sound for someone crazy, but LOVE can be shared in so many other forms than the only traditional form.

So, I love get into a nasty and pervert ☣AIDS/FULL BLOWN☣ talk while I'm craving to receive in me such amazing and beautiful ☣GIFT☣.