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  1. LetsPOZBreed
    By the time Friday night came around, I'd already been fucked by more men in a single weekend than any other weekend of my entire life.  Not entirely sure how much more I could take, but as God as my witness I'll keep trying!
    This night was my favourite night of the whole weekend:  the big Biohazard Men bareback party.  None of this guessing about if your top will fuck you raw or not; you're going to take it bare, guaranteed.  When I came to Berlin for the first time two years prior, this is the night I enjoyed most.
    I arrived toward the beginning, got stripped down to my blue jockstrap, blue harness, and blue leather strap (right-side, of course) and browsed around.  Like the last time, there was a wide array of men to choose from.  I made my way over to the bar to have my relaxation drink before making my way to the main play area and cruise for beef.  Like before, it didn't take long to get some attention; I'm sure the jockstrap helped.  The first hour was made up of a mix of guys taking turns fucking me for a little bit, but nothing spectacular.  As with most sex parties, guys don't want to cum too quick, so each one stopped short of unloading.
    Call it something in the air (as I don't think it was a full moon that night) but I saw a few guys around the club sporting biohazard tattoos in various places on their body.  My assumption is that the guys that had one on their chest or arms were probably the tops.  I made sure that I gave them a "come hither" look as I passed them by and nodded directly toward their obvious marking.  
    If I've never said it before in a previous post, I'll put it right here for all to see:  I fucking LOVE verbal poz breeders!!!
    I would up getting the attention of a shorter, older daddy with a prominent biohazard mark right under his navel.  Basically, where Ethan Wolfe has his, but this daddy clearly had his for some time.  We found an empty corner and he bent me over and gave me a good fingering.  Despite taking so much cock the previous night, I tightened up a little bit; my poz daddy worked me for a little bit, then turned me back around and got me on my knees - he was packing modestly; maybe 6.5 inches with a small p.a.  Still quite suckable, which is exactly what I did.  He put me against the wall and slid in gently; he was definitely conscious that I was going to need to be worked.  This started a slow, but passionate filled fuck as he gently opened me up.  Gliding in and out at a gentle pace, I felt very relaxed.  We were soon joined by his friend - no tattoo - and they tag-teamed me for what seemed like the next half-hour.  At some point, my marked daddy needed to take a breather, but said he'd come find me later - I fucking hope so!  He made his way to the bar to get a drink, but left me in the graces of his top friend who continued to work me for a bit longer.  Soon, his friend needed a breather as well, and we parted ways to cruise the room more.
    In the hallway between the two large play areas, I saw a bigger daddy with a small biohazard right on his left peck.  He wasn't typically the type of guy I'd go for physically, but I got clocked eyeing his mark.  He pulled me down the hall and back toward the back wall where we started to play around as well.  Now that I was opened up a bit, it made it easier to take him as well - although he was also only about 6.5 inches.  He worked me with a little more pace, but was a little more verbal.
    "Tell me what you want boy"
    "You like that daddy cock, don't ya"
    "You want that poz daddy dick inside you"
    To all of those questions, all I could answer in the heat of passion was "fuck yeah daddy, please give it to me."  This went on for a bit and my daddy needed a breather as well.  It was still relatively early in the evening, so no one was ready to blast off just yet.
    I made my way to the bar for a drink of my own and came across my first daddy finishing up his drink.  I grabbed toward his cock to let him know I hadn't forgot about him and still wanted to have him work me.  Finishing my drink fairly quickly, I went back out to the playroom to find my first daddy reaching for my exposed ass.  He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear to suck his cock hard again.  I had to oblige; after all, that position put his navel mark right at eye level.  I started to suck him again; gripping his balls with my right hand, I put my left hand right over my nose and rubbed right where his tattoo was.  I had to show daddy  just what I was after.  We were nearby the two slings, and as soon as one opened up, daddy put me in and pushed his way back into my waiting hole.  Just like before, he stroked slow and passionately.  This time, we started to attract a small crowd who could see the intense eye-contact and passionate connection between us.  Nothing could break our concentration; with each slide into me, our eyes locked deeper and deeper.  The few guys around seemed out of my line of vision as I moaned in ecstasy with each stroke.  Before long, the moment of truth came:
    "Get ready for my cum boy"
    He stroked even slower, but more intensely; I wasn't sure that was possible, but it was.  Each stroke led to both of us moaning in unison knowing that each stroke led closer and closer to the edge.  I wanted to beg for his poz cum so bad, but words seemed meaningless; I just let our moaning do the work.  After a couple minutes, daddy held me down while I wrapped my arms around his back; each stroke from there on out was an intense squirt of his warm, toxic, marked jizz inside me.  We couldn't pull our eyes off of each other until well after his last spurt emptied out.  Something about this intense mutual gaze really got the attention of our voyeurs who saw just how badly we both wanted each other.  We sealed with a kiss and he pulled his cock out.  My mind was over the moon!  It was at this point that i noticed the faces of the other guys who came by to watch - my tops buddy and my other poz daddy with the peck tat.  He got between my legs and slid into my freshly bred hole.
    "Yeah slut boy, you want some more cum?"
    "Yeah, daddy, give me your seed"
    "Beg harder, boy"
    "Please fill me with your poz cum sir!"
    He wanted to hear me say "poz".  That started a couple minutes of stroking with each one making me beg more and more for his toxic, dirty jizz.  
    "Here you go, boy....take this poz seed....UUUHHHHH"
    What felt like ten blasts of jism emptied into my wet hole.  I couldn't have asked for more!
    My first tops friend was nearby as well, but another bottom wanted the sling, so I graciously gave up my spot and let them have their fun.  I headed upstairs to another play area and got another drink.  While sitting on the stool catching my breath, a guy nearby caught my attention in a BIG way.  Huge 9" uncut dick with a biohaz right above it (Ethan Wolfe style), but red in colour!  I couldn't take my eyes off of it!  He noticed me checking it out and signalled to his two friends.  They came over to me and became his wing-men.  These friends weren't going to fuck me, but they were going to make sure I got what I came for.  For the next ten minutes or so, they ushered me onto my knees to suck this massive piece hard and then bent me over my stool.  One of them grabbed my poppers out of my sock and controlled my intake while the other friend lubed my hole.  After a deep hit, I felt the pointed tip of my top's member push into me.  It didn't take long for him to notice the two loads already inside me.  This drove him wild, and he started pounding away.  He was speaking to his friends in some language I didn't understand while fucking me - probably describing the big wad of mixed fluid gathered about six inches inside my hole.  I couldn't make out a word until I heard the unmistakable uptick in tone followed by an "Oh yeah.....yeah" and then BAM!   A warm gush filled me deep inside and I knew he was unloading.  He slipped out as he got soft and the three of them just left me at the stool; my knees weak.  They weren't interested in a passionate finish; just pump, dump, and go.  
    My legs were quivering.  I really didn't think I could take much more, so I sat back down, had another drink and then got dressed and headed out.  Maybe I could have tried for more cum, but I just took three of the most intense loads I'd had in some time.  I had to call it a night.  The next day, I decided not to actively seek more sex; I've had more than enough (though wouldn't turn down any opportunities).  The couple of times over the next day or two weren't anything of note.  By Sunday night, it was time to head back to London.  I couldn't have imagined that I'd set a new personal record of men in one weekend, nor could I have imagined the intensity of the sex had.  It's an intensity that I haven't been able to match since.  
    Maybe this year. Maybe I'll go back and try again.
    Just maybe...
  2. LetsPOZBreed
    After my back-to-back intense fuck sessions, I got dressed and headed out on the town.  It was Wednesday night, and Folsom was only just kicking into gear.  Not really knowing if I was going to top what's already occurred, I didn't want to keep thinking in regret for not trying.  There was a bit more play here and there, but nothing along the lines of my two hot men earlier in the day.  I called it a night about 2 a.m., not having shot my own load yet.  The next night was going to be the big naked night at Laboratory, and wanted to conserve my energy.
    Good thing I did; this turned out to be the sluttiest night of my life.  A record that still stands 2 years later.
    The best thing to do was to get a good night's rest; mostly to ensure that I could be out as late as I could without feeling too tired.  I headed out early afternoon to check out some of the shops - got a few more new jocks and skivvies, a pocket size bottle of lube, and a few other random accessories.  One has to stay prepared.  The afternoon was mostly uneventful outside of that.  Only a random message here and there on the apps, but nothing that really intrigued me.  A couple of the guys messaging also said they'd be at that same naked party in the evening and we left it at "say hi if you see me there".  I honestly didn't think too much of them at that point (similar to the "LA lunch" - you may say it, but you never actually go through with it).  After a nap, I showered off and spent the next bit in bed working myself with my dildo.  The last thing I wanted was to turn up and have a group of guys all wanting to plow me, only to be too tight to take any of them.  At around half-8, the moment of truth arrived, and I made my way over to the party not knowing what was in store.
    If you've never been, Laboratory is huge.  It's also over on the old east side of Berlin away from much of the other gay area.  Once inside, I checked in, got undressed, took a deep breath and headed straight to the bar.  I'd done this before, but about 50 pounds heavier and far more of an alcoholic than I was now; I quit the bottle as part of my overall health kick.  More than anything, I was quite curious how different the experience might be now that I was now more of an "otter" than a "bear".  I grabbed a cola and drank it down while checking out the available men.  These naked nights entail each person being marked with a number upon entry in order for the bar staff to know who to charge for a drink, since you're obviously not carrying a wallet.  I decided to make the night  a game and keep track of the highest and lowest number of the guys I would up with.
    Finishing off my cola, I walked around a bit until I got to the small room near the bar that's totally dark.  There are guys playing everywhere, but this is proper dark-room style play.  Almost instantly, I felt a slow caress on my left butt-cheek.  I turned around to find a slim guy, slightly taller than me, and darker skinned.  I don't know what he said next, but I just got right on my knees and started working his cock.  Nice sized - about 8 inches - and he was def a moaner while I worked it.  Before I knew it, my slut ass was turned around, lubed up, and I felt every inch penetrating me.  Now facing the other direction moaning intensely, I saw a small line of guys in front of me.  Eyeing one in particular, I fixated on his swelling cock.  It was a bit difficult to ask him to suck it while I was "unnhh"ing like crazy, but thankfully he got the hint and stepped forward.  Cock on both ends!  They took turns, switching over after a spell before stopping to catch their breath.  One downside to these parties as a bottom is that no one wants to be the first to cum - it would be a while before a guy would actually load me, unless he was 22 and able to jizz at the drop of a hat.  They'd barely walked off before I felt a hand on my lower back guiding me to stay in position; without turning around, next guy has his way, but also no creamy finish.  This happened about three more times over the next hour.  
    During a break in the action, I stammered back to the bar for another drink.  There's only so much dick you can handle without taking a little breather.  Finishing this off, I made my way over to the other end of the club where there was a more open area full of naked men.  I would up next to a southern European guy who was clearly in his early 20s; I'm nearly twice his age, so I wasn't expecting anything.  Next think I knew, though he offered up his rather large, thick cut cock to my salivating mouth.  Who was I to say no?  Before I new it, he guided me back up on the bench, ass forward and face up.  I handed him my lube for him to use; to my satisfaction, he put it straight on him, no condom.  He was thick, so it was good that I'd been freshly fucked beforehand; especially since he was an intense hard fucker!  Once he was in me, he gave me quite the ride!  Because of my sounds, we attracted a small crowd around us.  I was so ensconced watching him give it to me that I could barely see the slight change in his face.  After a few more quick pumps, I felt him slam his cock all the way in and BAM; a hot warm sensation deep inside me.  How could I have missed the signs?  I grabbed his hips and held him in me until I knew he was done shooting.  Another notch for him; and finally bred after the 7th dude.   The crowd around us dispersed after he pulled out, so no sloppy seconds from anyone nearby.  Seemed a shame. 
    I made another pass around the club and once again found myself back in the darker area.  This time, I walked by a guy with a familiar looking face - turns out one of my app buddies from earlier did find me!  We snogged briefly before he pushed me up against a barrel to lean me over - and inserted his cock to find a nice wet surprise; a fresh load waiting to lube him up.  He clearly enjoyed it, but it may have been a bit much for him.  Seeing that it may make him cum sooner than he thought, he stopped and started off and on for the next ten minutes.  Clearly he thought it too early to shoot off his own seed.  He moved on, and I decided to just stay in position ready for the next guy.  I didn't have to wait long.  The next hour or so saw another 5 guys take their turn on my by-now wrecked hole, but each one stopping short before going over the edge. 
    By this point, I needed another break.  I wasn't sure of the actual time by now, but it did look like the place had hit its peak, and the sea of men started to slowly recede; although, there were still quite a few left.  I headed over toward an area I hadn't been yet, to see what was around.  I shortly made eye contact with a guy that had long, curly hair, and one of the biggest uncut monster cocks I'd seen.  This was easily 9 inches with a definitive rightward curve.  He grabbed me and guided me over to a spot where I could sit up a bit and position myself to take him.  The curve was not going to make this easy, but he was thankfully patient.  Twelve different men had their turn before him, so I was loose enough.  In a nice change of pace, though, this guy fucked a little more passionately and less intensely.  Not slow, either; this was more along the lines of those romantic boyfriend fucks we all dream about.  Locked in each others arms, we were passionately kissing each other, looking in one another's eyes.  All the while, feeling every inch going in and out.  I used the opportunity to run my hands all through the ample hair on his chest, begging him not to stop.  This went on for easily 20 minutes; by far the most romantic fuck of the day.  He pushed all the way in and held it there, giving me a deep kiss.  Unlocking his lips from mine, he looked deep in my eyes and gave me a slight nod.  Knowing what this meant, I gave a sheepish nod back, grabbed the sides of his chest and braced.  Restarting slowly, I was now paying attention to his slight grunts, each one growing just a little more intense than the last.  I was hooked; I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  The room wasn't well lit, but it was lit enough where I focused right in the centre of his brown eyes where each grunt of mine tried to match the intensity of his.  Picking up the pace, I knew the time was near.  There were no words.  We just let our primal sounds guide the way.  And then, it happened.  Three really hard and intense pumps followed by the most natural orgasmic grunting I'd ever heard.  Each one accompanied by a hot squirting motion in my ass.  Collapsing on top of me afterwards, we made out a bit more.  As before, no words to kill the moment, just primal moans.  We continued to kiss until his now softened cock popped out.  I think it was very fitting that the best fuck of the night was the last one.  Lucky #13.
    I had one more drink after we parted ways.  My legs needed a rest after that intense of a fuck.  I stuck around for a bit more, just to see what else may happen, but by now the crowd was definitely thinning out.  There is still much more of the weekend to go, so no use in being desperate for one more just yet.  I went back over to gather my clothes and got dressed, paid my tab, and headed out.  Checking my phone right out of the door, it was now 4:30 a.m.!  Time flies when you've had dick almost non-stop for nearly six hours, apparently.  The only saving grace is that the underground was starting service soon, so I didn't have to wait for a taxi or night bus.  I only got two loads out of 13 guys, but this was not really a disappointment.  Tonight was a personal best.  Before this night, the most guys that had fucked me in one evening was 8.  I fell asleep that morning a happy slut.  I didn't know what the rest of the weekend had in store for me, but this weekend was now the sluttiest I've ever had.  Even if I didn't find another dick the next three days, I could rest easy knowing that I'd beaten my personal best.
    That didn't mean, however, that I'd stop trying...
    *to be continued*
  3. LetsPOZBreed
    Back in 2015, I took my first trip to Berlin for Folsom weekend.  This had to be the most sexually liberating experience of my life, by far!  I knew I had to experience it a second time, but only after taking a year off; I didn't want to overdo it, after all.  Skipping 2016, I decided to spend the next year getting myself into a little better shape and slimming down.  Maybe the second time around would be better than the first.  When the time came around, I booked my ticket for Folsom 2017 and anxiously waited for the weekend to arrive.  As the time got closer and closer, though, I began to get nervous.  I had such a wonderful time two years prior, and suddenly I was doubting if the next time would live up to expectations.  I tried as best as I could to clear my head beforehand and go in without any lingering memories of my previous experience.
    Day one didn't disappoint.  
    This time round, I checked into the Axel Hotel in Schoneberg, so that I could be right next to the action.  After checking in, I popped over to the nearest sex shop to make sure I had enough goodies to last at least the first couple of days.  A fresh bottle of poppers and a couple pocket-sized bottles of lube later, and I went back to my hotel room to relax before the evening.  Obviously, the apps were the first place to look.  Being in the heart of the action, there was plenty around.  Many guys started to arrive that day (I got there on a Wednesday) so I was catching them fresh off the plane and ready to fuck.  Not soon after firing up Scruff did I get a message from a guy in the hotel wanting to pop over.  Nice-looking silverfox, vers. top, and smooth body.  He came up and we played around a bit.  When it got down to the nitty-gritty, he laid face-up on the bed begging for my cock...so much for him being a vers-top!  Knowing I wanted to go around for some action later, I really tried to control my balls while fucking him.  I'm not much of a rough top, but I also don't go so slowly that the bottom gets bored.  I did, however, stop myself around 4 times over the next 15 minutes or so; my ass is not very welcoming once my nuts empty.  I don't think my guy minded, as he blasted off a decent load after I stopped short of cumming for the last time.  Being a cum-hungry slut, I pulled out and licked his load off of his chest.  My intent was to fuck him more, but he didn't seem to be interested in bottoming anymore once he shot off.  His cum tasted great, though!  He towelled off, and headed back to his room.  My inaugural load of the weekend still resting inside my own prostate for later...
    Checking my phone after he left, I found another Scruff message from a local guy this time.  Folsom seems to be the weekend that the locals skip town, but this guy hit me up clearly wanting to experience an out-of-towner.  About my age, slightly shorter, and very fit, he said he was heading for a run after work and wanted to stop by my room afterwards to release his tension.  He then sent me a picture of a thick uncut cock - about 7.5 inches - and told me that there's only one place it wanted to be.  I said that I'd be ready and waiting for it once he was ready.  
    Fast forward around 45 minutes, and my sexy German man showed up.  He was honestly one of the best kissers I've had in my life!  Starting slow and passionately, we worked our way up to his aggressively positioning me into submission.  He didn't wait for me to kneel down to worship his cock; he laid me down at the end of the bed and fed it to me.  This guy knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn't leaving until he got it.  I must have sucked his dick for at least 15 minutes, alternating between my own motion where he just stood back and let me take control, and him feeding me and taking charge.  All the while, he reached down my backside and gently fingered my hole.  Soon enough, he grabbed my shoulders and directed me to turn the other way on the bed.  Arching my back, i let him rim my ass.  I can't stress this enough:  I...LOVE...getting rimmed!!!  The feeling of a wet tongue lathering my waiting hole makes me moan in ecstasy and practically beg to get fucked.  I grabbed the lube and put it down toward the middle of the bed.  When I saw my guy reach for it, I mentally started preparing myself for taking his thick member in my tight hole.
    Because he was a bit thick, it didn't exactly go in easy.  Thankfully, though, he was patient and knew how to work it in.  He started out by having me stand up and bend over with legs spread; being a tall guy (6'2") this is usually only plausible with another guy my height.  He made it work, though, as he spread my legs wide enough to get at the right height.  Starting slow, he worked his way in until I had all 7.5 inches inside.  Taking one or two slow strokes hearing me moan in pleasure.  Then, it began:  he started pounding away with conviction!  I was grunting like crazy!  This had to have turned on my German top guy even more, as he seemed to keep fucking me with more enthusiasm the more noise I made.  After a bit, he put my face up on the bed, eased his way in again, and started pumping away again.  This happened in at least 4 different positions over the next half-hour.  Finally....
    "I'm gonna cum!  You want it?"
    "Fuck yeah!  Cum inside me!"
    I then felt a hard stroke all the way inside me and then about seven big blasts of man-milk dumping inside me.  I absolutely love it when a guy stops fucking with his full dick inside me and just blasts.  It means that every inch is against the walls of my ass just ready to feel every last bit of skin pulsing as each volley erupts out of his balls and empties into my willing cunt.  After the squirting subsided, we stayed in position as we let out the last of our moans and grunts.  My top man collapses onto my back, and we finish with a long hot snog.  Turning me over, he wanted to jerk me to completion, but I wasn't close.  We catch our breath, and he then tells me to save my cum for later, as he encouraged me to go out and slut it up that evening.  He left and said on his way out that I should hit him up over the weekend if I wanted a repeat (I did, but that'll cum later).  After he left, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat...
    I left the curtains open.  Even though this was the sixth floor, I didn't realise that the balcony of the adjacent room was in full view of my bed.  I walked over to the sliding door to notice my hotel-neighbour out there giving me a wink as he grabbed his crotch.  He saw and heard the whole thing, and apparently liked what he saw!  I nodded over, and soon enough, it was time for round 2...
    **to be continued**
  4. LetsPOZBreed
    I figure after a couple of initial stories, I'd give you fine fellas the one you all came here for...
    I've never really considered myself a "chaser".  I got fucked bareback for the first time when I was around 20, but I didn't actively seek it out.  A guy I'd met at the local gay bar that evening took me back to his place and just stuck it in unwrapped.  I wanted to say stop, but I just couldn't say no.  From there on, I was hooked; although, I tried not to do it too often.  Fast forward a few years and I turned into a total bareback slut.  I found out that I really hated bottoming for a guy wearing a condom as it felt too uncomfortable.  There was only one way to do it:  skin-on-skin raw.  From there on, it was only a matter of time.
    A few years (and a new city) later, I was logged on to bbrt and a guy visiting my city gave me a quick "Oink".  I checked out his profile to find a good looking guy; not mucular, but not out of shape, who had a nice looking cock with a very pronounced vein on the top that started bulging under his skin right under the head.  Checking the rest of his profile, I liked what I saw and then got to the bottom corner:  My Status - Positive.  I was super nervous, but intrigued at the same time.  I replied back saying that I liked what I saw and unlocked my photos in return.  We agreed that I'd meet him at his hotel room for an afternoon fuck.  I arrived at his hotel with my heart practically beating out of my chest.  I'd been fucked bareback countless times before that, but this was the first time I was going to get fucked by a guy I knew was poz at the outset.  I wasn't sure if I'd go through with it, but a deal is a deal and I wasn't going to stand him up.
    He let me in, and we made out a bit - making our way over to the bed.  We weren't exactly in a rush, and took our time; loads of kissing and slowly stripping of piece by piece.  After a bit, I slipped off his boxer-briefs to reveal his rock hard veiny member.  It wasn't that large - maybe around six and a half - but had a pronounced curvature to the right.  It was quite beautiful, and I just had to get my mouth around it for a while.  As usual, I took my time and let my top dictate when he was ready to move on.  He let me go for a good bit, moaning in ecstasy the whole time; must have been about 15-20 minutes of it with me alternating between fast and slow.  In the back of my mind, I started to wonder if he knew I was neg.  It wasn't actually stated on my profile, as I simply put "ask me" as my status; needless to say, he didn't ask.  
    He soon stopped my bobbing on his throbbing cock, and came around the back of me to give me a good rimming.  Ever since the first time I had a guy do that, I found that a good rim job practically makes me beg for cock!  Similar to how I prefer oral, I let my top just keep going rimming my hole until he's ready to stop - knowing that he's prepped my hole good and well for what comes next.  He could tell that he was doing a good job as I kept moaning pleasurably and kept arching my back and ass into his face wanting him to bury his tongue deeper inside me.  Soon enough, he rose up, spit on his hand and gently carressed my hole while he wiped his spit on his cock - no lube; this was going to be interesting.
    The moment of truth was here.  He pushed his cock into me gently, and I slowly let him inside.  
    A million thoughts were now going into my head.  His cock felt good; his motion was accomodating (not too fast or slow); however, my nerves were getting to me.  My top could sense that I wasn't fully relaxed, and offered to stop for a bit.  After a short break, we started again; this time feeling a little more at ease.  He kept pumping into me for a bit, lasting around 10 minutes or so, before he could tell that I was tensing up again.  Fuck - why was I just not letting this happen!  He slowly jerked his cock and said that he wasn't going to last much longer.  That seemed to be all that needed to be said.  At that point, something inside me snapped into place, and I asked him to go back inside me.  He pushed slowly back in, and started working me again; beginning very slow and slowly picking up the pace.  All of a sudden, I was far more relaxed than before; my top now noticing me fully release myself to his pleasure.  He never said this out loud, but a small part of me got an inkling that he knew he was about to dump his poz load into a neg ass.  Working his pace up a bit more, I could hear his sounds starting to change; the kind all tops make as their breaths shorten due to their bodies getting more tense in anticipation of release.  I knew what I was about to get.  My moans turned into "yeahs" and "fuck yeahs" and he started pumping harder.  Next thing I know, he pushed all the way in, and let go.  We looked deep into each others eyes as he grunted with every shot being emptied inside me.  I reached forward and grabbed the small of his back to make sure he didn't slip out.  I'd just (knowingly) taken my first load of poz cum.  I suddenly felt free.  My top could sense my relief - even though he never vocalised it.  He stayed inside me until he softened up and fell out.  I then reached forward and felt my wet hole; bringin my fingers forward, I saw a bit of white goo with a slight pink tint to it.  That must have happened when I tensed up due to nerves.  Whatever the case, I then discovered my affinity for the forbidden fruits of my sexual labour.  We parted ways shortly after.
    He came back through town a few times afterwards, and we always made time to meet up for a repeat.  To this day, I get the feeling that he knew he was likely the one that may have converted me.  He made me into the bottom slut I've become, and I'll be forever grateful...
  5. LetsPOZBreed
    So, I was caught in the act.  My hotel neighbour was out on his balcony having a simple phone call and he glanced over to watch me getting plowed in numerous positions before having my top guy blast inside me.  Certainly not what he expected when he stepped outside.  
    I admit, I was slightly embarrassed at the fact that I left the curtain open, unaware that anyone could have been watching.  When he saw my shocked face once I went to the door afterwards, I wasn't quite sure what to make of it.  Instead, he grabbed his bulge and gave me a quick wink.  Standing there in my grey boxer-briefs, I nodded back.  He disappeared back in his room, and I could only hope he was going to make his way over.  I heard a knock on my door a minute later, and let him in.  I still looked very sheepish, as if I had done such a bad thing by putting myself in a position to be watched.  Gladly, it didn't seem to bother him one bit.  The door shut behind him, and I was immediately ordered on my knees.  I unsnapped his trousers to find a sizeable bulge wrapped in tight white briefs.  I was instantly turned on - I failed to mention that my neighbour was a dark-skinned black guy and the contrast of the white against his dark skin was more than enough to whet my appetite.  I barely pulled his jeans over his front protrusion, and he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me onto his bulge. 
    "Sniff it boy."  
    My mouth right up against it and I took a waft of cock and started licking the outline of his ball sack.  I started working my way onto his shaft and followed the leftward tilt of his protrusion before being yanked back front-and-centre.  "Not yet.  I'll tell you when."  I kept my place, opening my mouth a bit to take a mouthful of cotton-wrapped testicles in, licking all around.  A couple minutes in, he asked if I wanted it.  I replied back "Yes, sir!"  and he moved my head over to the side and pulled his hangers out.  I took the left one into my mouth and worked it for a bit, hearing his gentle moans; then moved over to the right one to repeat.  I then licked the base of his shaft, my mouth practically begging for the taste of his cock.  He tugged his waistband upwards just enough to where the rest of it fell out in front of me - all 9 inches of it, cut and thick.  I worked my mouth up the shaft to the head and engulfed the tip inside my lips.  A cock this big was going to take some practice, but I was fully prepared for it.  A deep breath, and then I went down as far as I possibly could.  I couldn't make it all the way down, but maybe about 7 or 8 inches of it, where my ears were greeted with a big sigh of pleasure.  I did my usual oral magic on it; started out relatively slow and working my way more intensely.  Every few minutes, going all the way down on it (or as much as I could) and holding position.  Soon, it was more than he could bear.
    "Now it's my turn slut boy"
    Having seen my previous encounter, he knew what I liked and how.  He flipped me over onto the bed and noticed the bottle of brand new poppers.  Grabbing them, he twisted the cap open and held to my right nostril.
    "Til the count of 10.  One, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.....9 1/2....10"
    I heard him spit into his hand, which he used to rub against my already jizzed hole.  Then the left nostril, where he counted slightly slower.
    "One, 2, 3....4.....5.....6....7, 8, 9........Ten"
    My brain was swirling.  This is a brand new bottle, so they were still quite strong.  He then took a deep hit of his own and pushed his way in.  It felt absolutely massive!  At least 2 inches longer than my previous guy and a bit thicker.  I could feel him opening me up even more, pushing the wad of cream already there deeper inside.  I can tell when he felt it too, as his moaning got louder as his dick sunk deeper in.
    Thank god for those poppers, though.  His cock was so big that my moans and grunts were quite loud.  He grabbed my shoulder and kept my upper body pressed against the bed while he worked my upturned ass.  He fucked quite aggressively and with purpose; owning my hole the entire time.
    "Take that big dick, slut.  Let me breed that cunt."
    I couldn't control my noises while he pounded away.  The pillows didn't dampen it much.  He just kept laying it in me, grunting and talking dirty to me for the next 10 minutes.  At a certain point, I felt the head get more plump and rigid.  He was ready to spray.
    "Take my cum bitch!  You want it?"
    "PLEASE, sir.  Cum inside me!"
    "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, FUUUCK!"
    I felt a really warm sensation deep inside me as I heard some of the loudest orgasmic grunts in my life.  All nine inches pulsing, dumping a second load in my already wet cunt.  At least seven strong squirts before somewhat subsiding, he kept it in for another minute and I could feel the minor spurts every 5 seconds or so.  He didn't take it out until I milked every last drop.  After he did, I felt a strong slap on my ass-check and could hear him pull up his jeans and button up.  Without words, he left while I still lay face down on the bed in total ecstasy.  It was easily five minutes before I could stand back up.  Once I did, my legs were practically like jelly.  I'd barely been there three hours and had some of the most intense sex of my life.  It had only just now gotten dark outside.  I made my way over to the shower wondering if I should go out that night to try and get more dick; but a part of me didn't think I could beat the experience of the last two guys who came over.
    After a little bit of time, I threw on a tanktop, jockstrap, and jeans and made my way down the street.  I figure I'll have a couple of drinks first and decide from there.  If this is how the first day went, I couldn't have imagined how the rest of it would go...
    **to be continued**
     
  6. LetsPOZBreed
    Once I was on my journey of being a total bareback slut, after the hot experience from the previous story, I felt the need to continue to explore my inner sexual desires.  It wasn't long before a message on Adam4Adam gave me my next big idea.
    A guy in his mid-20s messaged me asking if I would be up for letting him fuck me.  There was one catch:  he'd only do it if I blindfolded myself.  I'd never done this sort of thing before, even though I've heard of it plenty of times.  I didn't have a proper blindfold at home, but knew I had a bandana somewhere, so I said "sure" and invited him over.  His instructions to me were very specific.  He'd message me when he parked at my apartment complex so I could get in position.  Have porn playing on the television, and be waiting ass-up for him.  I followed my orders like the newfound sub I'd become.  ?  I heard the front door open and shut, and he made his way over to me and I could hear the sounds of him undressing.  It was wintertime, so when he rubbed his hand on my bare butt, I could feel a good chill.  His profile didn't say if he preferred bareback or safe, but I'd find out when he got to my place.  I purposely didn't put any condoms out in the hope he'd fuck me raw; hopefully he didn't bring one either.
    He knelt down in front of me, and I started to work on his cock.  I couldn't see it, but it felt like a nice size - seven inches maybe and cut with a nice bell-end head at the tip.  I used my hands to feel around his nude boy and felt that this was definitely the body of a young twink.  Fine by me!  Keeping my eyes covered, I worked his rock hard dick for a while before moving to his balls.  I wasn't sure how much he'd let me do, as I know these situations tend to be more suck and fuck only.  I figured if I tried something off-limits he'd get me to stop right away.  Thankfully that didn't happen.  He even let me rim him for a little bit as well!
    After a bit, he whispered in my ear for me to turn around and face away from him.  He was ready to fuck.  At this point, I had a really nervous feeling as I didn't quite know what to expect.  He put his cock right up against my hole and just rubbed in the crack for a bit.  I could feel that it was uncovered; this young boy was about to bareback me!  I could hear and feel him spitting downwards, and soon enough, he was working his natural lube all over his cock and my waiting receptor.  He didn't go in easy at first, but at some point, we reset and he let my hole guide him in.  Once there, I held his cock in me for a little bit and then let him start working me.  This guy wasn't much of a dirty talker, and instead it was just the sound of his moaning and grunting.  He kept at it with a mid-speed pace and it felt great; I just let him keep at it and let the noises come naturally out of me.
    About ten minutes in, I could hear a slight change in the tone of his grunts.  Figuring I knew what that meant, I blurted out "yeah, you about to cum?"  He then kept going "yeah.....yeah", followed by a few forceful thrusts that had the distinct feeling of warm fluid.  He was blasting his young seed inside me.  After he was done he pulled out and got dressed.  I heard the door shut as he left, and it took everything I had not to sneak to the bedroom window to try and get a quick glimpse of him as he made his way to his car.  About 20 minutes after he left, he sent a message saying "Thanks pig.  You should let me do that again sometime."  I told him to let me know next time he wanted to dump a load again and I'll make myself available to him.  One burning question remained (in my head at least):  his profile didn't mention his status - and neither did mine.  I finished off my response with "not that it matters, but are you poz or neg?"  His response:  whichever one you think I am.  ?  
    He came by a couple more times, giving me a few more loads of his jizz.  Every time, I imagined that I was getting pozzed by some innocent-looking young guy who wanted nothing more than to drop his babies in a willing hole.  By the second time, I made sure I got a proper blindfold.  I've used it plenty of times since, as I've discovered just how much hotter sex can be with your sense of sight deprived.  It's fine tuned my sense of hearing - the sounds of a guys voice as he gets ever closer to emptying his pent-up energy inside of me.  This first experience was only the beginning.  There'd be lots more to come....
  7. LetsPOZBreed

    Used - Simply Put

    By LetsPOZBreed,

    Over time, I've come to enjoy totally anonymous sex.  No strings, no (or very little) talking, just straight to the point - pump-and-dump, fuck-and-go, whatever you want to call it.  That being said, I'm not usually into being dominated.  It really takes a lot for me to not start to shut down at being ordered around; in the right moment, though, anything is possible...
    I had just come back to London after two weeks state-side visiting family.  Lately, it seems that the immediate week after that is when I tend to get hit up the most; I guess it just seems that I'm fresh meat again.  No argument here!  One night after work, I just wanted to see if I could get a quick load to help get over jet-lag and release some pent up energy.  I posted a Quick Connect ad on bbrt, stating that I just wanted a quick anon fuck.  About half an hour later, I get a message from a hot guy nearby that was as straight to the point as I could have asked for; subject like was just "Will you.." with the message body finishing up with "lay face up on your bed and let me fuck and fill you?"  Without hesitation, I simply responded with "Yes!  When cane you come by?"  I gave him my address and he said that he'd be over in about 20 minutes.  In the meantime, I got out my dildo and put it inside me to make sure I was open and ready for him when he dropped by.
    He arrived at my building right on time.  I buzzed him up, and he let himself in to find me right where he asked me; face up on the bed, legs in the air, ready for him.  This is probably the first time I've had a guy come over for anon sex where he requested that I face him (instead of being ass-up and blindfolded).  He stripped on the side of the bed, where he saw the dildo on the side of me; he asked me, you've been loosening your hole for me boy?  I said "yes, sir" as he was now totally naked and made his way on top of me.  He was hard the instant he walked in, as he was there for one reason and one reason only:  to blast his seed in a willing hole.  We both took a hit of my brand new bottle of poppers and he slowly worked his way in.  I grabbed a hold of his hips to guide him in.  Once in, he spit right on my face and started slowly pumping.  This guy was going to fuck me like a little faggot and wanted me to feel worthless while doing so.  Ordinarily, this isn't my thing, but for some reason I just felt the urge to go with it.
    As he started thrusting in me, he said "get your hands off of me, boy!" and i pulled my hands off his hips and grabbed my legs instead - making sure I was just in the position he wanted.  He kept going, slowly picking up pace and it felt amazing.  I was moaning in pleasure and then he said "shut it boy; stop making noise!".  He kept going for a bit more.  Now I was totally quiet with my legs in the air just letting him do what he wanted.  After a bit, I wanted another poppers hit, and I asked him "Can I have another hit of poppers, sir?".  He agreed, and I took another big hit. 
    After that, he pumped a few more thrusts and without warning, I felt his cock twitching inside me and he said "Feel it boy? . Feel that poz seed emptying into your guts?"  I nodded yes (as I was told to keep quiet), and just let him empty shot after shot of his dirty seed in my waiting hole.  After it was done, I said "thank you, sir" and he simply just got dressed and left.  I was totally used.  This guy came over only to bust his nut in a hole, and he did; he didn't need anything else.  I see him online again every once in a while, but I'm a bit nervous to approach him; he's the one that likes to order me around, and I feel he'd think it out of place if I asked if he wanted to come dump in me again.  Maybe one day, I'll work up the nerve to go for it; hopefully, he'll accept and use me again.  
    Hopefully...
  8. LetsPOZBreed
    After a great night's sleep, I figured I'd spend the bulk of my last full day in town to do all the touristy stuff.  Having quite the evening the previous night, it felt nice to take a break from constantly being bent over and stuffed full.  Berlin is a great city, and I wanted to take it all in - no puns intended.
    After taking the day to relax, I thought I'd try my luck at getting one last good fuck of the weekend to cap it all off.  Based on what was happening on the apps, I wasn't alone!  Every bottom boy frustrated by taking far more cocks than loads was looking for their last hurrah.  I had a few prospects, but they turned out to be flaky or too far away to be practicable.  I nearly gave up when I got an alert from my phone about a new Planet Romeo message.  I checked out the profile to find a stunning German blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk starring in the photos.  Probably the first "local" that messaged me all week.  Coming from a touristy city already (New Orleans), it's a well known fact that the locals leave town during big festival weekends and only return once the madness dies down.  This guy was no different.
    His profile was very direct - one thing I love about German men.  It mentioned the "orange" of the hanky code - basically anything goes - and had a trove of pics of all sorts.  He was upfront, however, and said that this particular evening he really was just looking for a good old fashioned fuck.  Fine by me!  He gave me his address and I made the short walk over.  What I didn't realise was that this short walk took me right through the heart of a well-known block of female prostitutes.  I was polite, but clearly went on my way.  I found my way to his building and he buzzed me in.
    Leaving my shoes at the door, we settled inside and immediately started passionately kissing.  He was totally nude when I arrived, but I was in my tank-top and jeans; the jeans quickly slipped off revealing my brand new black briefs matching my top.  His cock was rock hard, and I did what any boy would do and dropped straight to my knees to service it.  It was a very nice size; maybe around 8 inches or so, average thickness, and obviously uncut.  This wasn't the night to be slutty, so I treated it like it was a normal get together with a well-known fuckbuddy.  This turned out to be a natural thought as he very closely resembled a guy I knew back in London that I'd always fantasised about but never hooked up with.  My mind just imagining my London buddy being the one on the receiving end.  After a while, I stood up for another good snog, and he returned the favour and worked my cut cock as well.  After a good bit of passionate foreplay, he led me to his bedroom where the fun continued.  I gently dropped back first onto his mattress with him falling on top of me as we continued making out.  We went for a second round of mutual oral before he reached for his bottle of lube situated right by the bed.
    He put just enough on his erect tool and also on my hole to get it ready.  After all of the dick I'd taken in the previous day, I was nervous that he'd fall in TOO easy, but to my satisfaction it was a perfect fit.  I guided his hips forward to ease him inside and we started fucking.  This was very intense.  Not too fast, not too slow, just a nice rhythm changing pace as need be.  No words were spoken, we just let our natural man-sounds guide our way.  I was in bottom heaven!  This is exactly the kind of fuck I was hoping to cap my week off with.  I laid back and let my hunky German top just do whatever he wanted in whatever way he wanted while I just took it and responded with the pleasurable moaning that only comes forth naturally with a good deep down dicking.
    He went on for at least 20 or so minutes when the moment finally came:  "I'm getting close boy"
    As good as the fucking was, I was extremely turned on at the anticipation of how awesome the finish would feel.  I reflexively exclaimed out "fuck yeah, give it to me" in response.
    "Beg for it!  Tell me you want it in that slut hole!"
    After a whole session of no words, this is the part where our true piggy selves came out, and I started begging and pleading for his cum.
    "Yeah man, breed my slut hole!  I want your cum so bad."
    He ordered me to start pinching his nipples and continue begging.  After another minute, his face contorted into that face we bottom sluts know all too well - the "O" face.  I continued begging until I could feel that hot warm goodness build up as it unleashed in my hole.  Both of us grunting in ecstasy as my stud emptied his built up seed deep inside me.  
    To my surprise - and pleasure - he didn't rush to pull out afterwards and went back to snogging me while still inside of me.  He shot his wad, now he wanted me to shoot mine!  We kissed more, which I started working my cock.  Getting it to full attention, I started working it a little more fiercely and let out my pre-ejaculative moans.  He went down to my cock and engulfed the head right as I started squirting - emptying 2 days of seed into his willing mouth.  I must have let out at least 10-15 squirts, not including a couple of aftershocks.  He came back up to my face with a grin, and I knew what he was about to do.  He kissed me open mouth with my wad still inside - a snowball in September.  A fitting and intense end to what was at that point the sluttiest weekend of my life.  We hung around continuing to kiss more until we both caught our breath.  A quick chat afterwards, and I got dressed again and made my way back to my hotel.  I told him if I was ever in the area again, that I'd look him up for a repeat.  I arrived back at my hotel and had another good nights sleep with an ass full of jizz for the second night in a row.  The next day was the journey back home.  I didn't know what to expect when this wild weekend started, but I don't regret it one bit.  I knew one day I'd return for another weekend of debauchery, but I wanted to give it some time so that it didn't feel so routine.  I planned on skipping Folsom the following year and returning the year after to see if the experience would be any different and sluttier.
    Until we meet again...Danke Shoen, Berlin!
  9. LetsPOZBreed
    I had a quick currywurst after my eventful morning, still feeling the creamy gooeyness of my morning exploit.  Finally, my first load of the long weekend!
    Now it was time to get ready for the evening's main event:  the Biohazard Group Sex Party.  After a quick shower, I made my way down to Schoneberg that afternoon and popped into the local sex shop to see if there was any hot new gear that I could get to show off that night.  I obviously picked up a bottle of lube - no self-respecting bottom goes without it - and a snug new black jockstrap.  I also found a selection of t-shirts with various words on them that were apparently intended to convey just what kind of slut you were; there were some for "Pitcher" (top), "Dominant", etc. - I picked up the two that I felt described me the most:  "Catcher" and "Toxic".  I was, after all, headed to a bareback sex party that evening.  I could see a small smirk from the guy behind the till once he glimsped the words on my t-shirts - hopefully I'd see him later on and he could experience it for sure.
    The rest of the afternoon was fairly uneventful.  I tried to find another load or two before the evening, but to no avail.  It honestly wasn't very surprising considering most guys wanted to save their cum for whatever action was abound for the evening.  At around 7 p.m., I relaxed into bed with my vibrator and made sure that there was no issue with being too tight for the evening.  Finally, after some time, the event I was waiting all weekend for came around.  I put on that brand new black jockstrap along with the "Toxic" shirt; everyone at that party knows what they were getting into, so this is no place for apologies.  I grabbed a light jacket to put over it, as it was a bit chilly that evening, and made the short walk to the club hosting the party.  There was a LONG queue outside which gave me a good idea of the caliber of men to expect inside.  It was quite a range of types, which I like - I find many types of men sexy.  One by one, we're all let inside and handed a bag to put any clothing to check in; unlike the previous evening, you had the option to remain somewhat clothed in case you were wearing any fetish gear.  I undressed down to the jockstrap and descriptive t-shirt, checked in the bag, and headed down the stairs not fully knowing what exactly was awaiting me.
    Although I got there fairly early, there were quite a few men already there having sex once I stepped through the main dungeon doors.  I made a slow walk-through of the whole club, checking out the men.  Afterwards, I got a drink at the bar and found an empty corner to relax and clear my head before trying for dick.  I kept my eyes peeled on any guys walking by; after the last bit of my lager, I felt a strong hand brush up against my side.  To my pleasure, it was my hot stud from the morning joining the party!  We greeted each other with a hot snog, and I let him fondle all over me as we started to attract some attention.  This turned the both of us on even more, and I whispered in his ear "let's give them a show" and then dropped to my knees to begin sucking his cock again.  A few of our spectators then moved closer, which let to a small group circling around me with cocks out just begging for attention.  I made my way from member to member until the point where my morning buddy got behind me and raised my hips.  It was time to start fucking.  One of the older guys in the group, then offered me a hit of his poppers and I took a good hit.  Slowly I felt the same thick cock glide inside me once again, and I let out a sound of ecstasy.  I was guided over to where I was leaning against the wall, bent slightly over with ass out for all takers.  Over what seemed like an hour, at least 5 guys kept taking turns stuffing my insides with meaty uncut cock.  Each time one seemed to get too close to the edge, they'd stop and let another guy in.  I knew no one wanted to blast their seed too early, but each time it made me crave their cum more and more. 
    After a bit, it was breaktime, the group around me disbanded, and I went to the bar for another drink and sat down to relax.  After finishing, I made my way around the club again when I caught the eye of a beefy Spaniard who intercepted my path.  We started making out and playing and then we were joined by the hot daddy with poppers from the earlier group.  The daddy stood in front of me to suck his cock which he fed me a good hit of his little brown bottle for the hot Spanish guy to have his turn.  This guy was quite the fucker, too!  His cock wasn't too huge, but what he had could work me quite well.  He said something to me in Spanish after a bit - which he could tell I didn't understand so he repeated in English:  "you should let my husband in that hot ass of yours!".  I then saw what he was talking about:  A hot blond muscle man with a thick 9 inches standing at attention.  This guy really went for it inside me.  I love it when a top fucks me so good that I'm practically screaming with pleasure.   He went for a bit and then my popper daddy took another turn.  Shortly after, one of them noticed that the sling freed up and then led me over and strapped me in.  This led to a constant tag team by the three where I'm now so horny for jizz I can't stand it anymore.  My stocky Spanish guy then took the reins again, gave me a short nod, and I grabbed on for dear life knowing that this was the moment I was waiting for.  A few more pumps and I could feel the pulsing of his six and a half inches while he groaned above me.  Once done, he slipped out and let poppers daddy back in - and just in time, too!  Another hot series of grunts and that warm sticky feeling of a man unleashing his pent-up energy all over my guts.  He took a little while after shooting before his cock was also spent, and he eased out as well.  Now the hot blond muscle man was ready as well.  He had the biggest cock of them all, and pushed the two poz cumloads deeper.  This guy was really wanting to let me know who's boss and started to get verbal as he reinserted himself inside.
    "Yeah boy, you love that poz cum, don't ya?"
    "Fuck yes, sir.  Give me that dirty seed!"
    "Beg for it boy!  I won't shoot until I'm satisfied you want it."
    "Please sir.  PLEASE!  Give me that hot poz cum!"
    We contined back and forth for aabout another minute of verbal poz talk and then he knew just how badly I wanted it; just how badly I needed it; just how badly I DESERVED it!  He then let out one of the loudest grunts I've heard all weekend and all nine inches of cock blasted a coating of milky man butter inside me.  Cum so fresh from the balls that you can feel the warmth of it as each rope volleys against the walls of your insides.  My three hot tops then caught their breath elsewhere, leaving me in the sling like a worthless cum-dump; just what I wanted.  
    By this point in the night, the crowd of the party started to thin out.  I stuck around for a little while longer and took a few more cocks, but no more loads.  This is by far the best experience I've had at a sex club to that point.  At around 5 in the morning, I figured I had as much as I could, so I got my clothes and got dressed.  I had the best night sleep that night after receiving around 4 of the biggest loads I've ever felt.  Only one more night left of the weekend, and I was wondering how I was going to cap it off.  Hopefully I could get one more good load to give this weekend the finish it deserved...
    **to be continued**
  10. LetsPOZBreed
    Let's be honest, I love topping.  I love the feeling of empyting my built up wad inside a tight willing hole.  But my ass tends to get jealous when everyone else around me gets a bit of action.  Like a picket fence, the walls of my hole have a need to be constantly white-washed with a good creamy coat.
    After an eventful first day in Berlin and blasting my seed in a bottom boy, my hope was that luck would be on my side on day 2 and that I'll get a good pounding and breeding of my own - or at least more than one.  When I awoke from my previous evening's excursion, I signed online to check the apps/websites for anyone looking for the early-bird special ?.  
    It didn't take long for some interest to be feigned.  A handsome Germany guy who was staying in a hotel a few streets over invited me by for some hot action.  He showed me some pictures of a nice furry chest and a decent sized uncut tool to boot.  I freshened up quick and made my way over.  I arrived at his hotel room to find him totally naked and ready for action.  He let me in and we went for a good snog; before I knew it, I dropped straight to my knees to give his man meat a good oral massage to prepare it for what I've been waiting for.
    A little bit about me and oral sex:  I LOVE getting fucked, but i'm not one of those bottoms who bobs up and down on a cock for barely 30 seconds before turning around and begging to get fucked.  That, to me, reeks of desperation and is  bit of a turn-off.  I get super turned on by hearing a guy's soft moans, as he experiences the warmth of my tongue on his member.  Like any other time I've worked my mouth magic on a top guy, I suck as long as he'll let me.  I'll let him direct me when HE is ready.
    My sexy man let me work my magic for what had to be around 20 minutes, moaning in ecstasy the whole time.  Nothing too intense, though, so I could tell that he was nowhere near close to erupting.  After that, I felt his gentle caress on my right cheek, and I could tell that meant that he was ready to proceed to to next step.  I eased upwards until I was standing in front of him; he turned me around and gently shoved me onto the bed.  He then handed me a bottle of poppers, and I took that inaugural hit.  No sooner than I let out a post-hit sigh that he gently pushed his way inside of me.  There's nothing hotter than the gentle feeling of a thick tool working its way inside of you after you've been craving it for so long.
    He alternated between a good gentle lover to a hard-pounding stud over what seemed like an hour.  Every so often, I'd take another hit of Jungle Juice to keep myself wanting it more and more.  For a while it seemed like he's never cum!  Finally, out of nowhere, my hairy man gave me 4 strong pumps of his cock and I felt what seemed like the biggest eruption of spooge that I've experienced in my life!  The kind that if it were out in the open would spray literally EVERYWHERE!  
    We caught our breath and talked about our plans for the day.  Like me, it turns out my cum cannon top was going to be attending that evening's Biohazard party (a big sexy party for supposedly "poz only" men).  I left his hotel room saying that I hoped to see him around later at the party.  Little did I know then that my new stud would help along one of the biggest reversals of sexual fortune that I've experienced in a while...
    And it's barely even lunchtime!
    **to be continued""
     
  11. LetsPOZBreed

    Hot Hung Ginger

    By LetsPOZBreed,

    For the first entry, I figure I'd tell the story of the most recent hot fuck I've experienced.
    I must admit, I'm generally very shy about approaching some guys.  I went through a period a few years ago of living a largely unhealthy lifestyle; this was reflected in the fact that I probably looked as bad as I felt.  I made the decision to drop all the excess weight and get myself back on track, but the shyness around approaching very fit guys still lingers.  That being said, though, I really didn't want to let this opportunity slip away because I didn't go for the gusto.
    What attracted me to his profile (aside from his photos) was that it was very straight-forward and not overly vain for a guy with his stunning good looks.  That's always a plus for me; made him seem very approachable.  His main pic was of him just standing in front of a mirror wearing some hot light-blue briefs.  There's nothing wrong with a totally naked man, but seeing a guy down to just a hot pair of underwear drives me far more wild.  Very fit hairless chest, a head of ginger hair, and glasses completed this ensemble.  I worked up the nerve to make a shy approach with a cheeky message; to my relief, he responded fairly quickly.
    Turns out, he didn't live too far away and was interested in having a hot time.  He's a total top, which was perfect as I was desperately looking to get out of a recent dry-spell.  We exchanged numbers and continued setting up our sex date over WhatsApp.  Then he sent me a picture fo what he was packing.  It was MASSIVE!  His underwear pic hinted that he was no small fella, but I wasn't expecting that.  It didn't put me off in the least, and I was anxious to feel every last inch inside of me.  We set up a time and agree to meet at his place.
    I showed up and he let me in.  Not only did he match his pics, but they didn't do him justice!  He wasn't fully nude, but was wearing some trainers when he greeted me at his door.  We retreat to his bedroom and got confortable.  Started with some small talk, and then I started to gently rub my hands over his exposed chest.  As this was London in winter, my hands were freezing cold since coming in from outside.  This didn't bother him in the least, as my cold hands gently stroking his warm chest made for an intense sensation on him (at least according to him).  We let the experience move forward from there; leaning in for a kiss, which turned into a romantic and intimate snog for around 15 minutes.  I like unrushed kissing play.  After a few minutes in, we start to strip off a little more.  I slip off his trackies to find a rather colourful pair of briefs wrapped around his goods.  As I've said before, a hot pair of underwear turns me on even more!
    Once we get more comfortable and really into things, I make my way down his chest.  I had to stop at each nipple and kiss and gently tug at each one.  I love the sound a guy makes when he gets nipple play.  I then make my way down his chest further until his hot bulge is staring me in my face.  I still hadn't slipped off his briefs, and instead start working on him through the fabric, licking his shaft and sack with nothing but a thin piece of cotton separating his large tool and my willing mouth.  After a little bit of teasing, I pull his briefs to the side and give a quick brush to his manhood with the tip of my tongue.  It then doesn't take long before we both grab the waistband and remove the only thing separating us.
    In person, his cock looked even more massive than the picture.  I knew it was going to be big.  I gently kiss the tip of his head, and then passionately devour my first oral stroke on him.  A big turn on for me is hearing that first gentle moan on a guy as my mouth envelops his shaft for the first time.  In years of experience, I know that a good blowjob is the key to a good fuck.  I don't rush the oral pleasure, nor do I overdo it (after all, there was still more to do!).  I go down quite a ways with each stroke and occasionally deep throat as much as I can.  For a hung guy, it makes it more pleasurable when you don't insist on going all the way down on every stroke.  I pay close attention to his moans as I continue to suck; I ease up if he sounds like he's getting too far down the road, and go down for more once it subsides.  As this was my first time having sex with him, I left it up to him to let me know when he was ready to go to the next step.  After about 20 minutes, he fondled my cheek, and I moved my way back to his mouth for some more hot snogging - he was ready for the main event.  ?
    We kissed for another bit, and then he whispered in my ear "you ready for me to fuck you?".  We all know what I answered.  He lubed up my hole and gently fingered it for a bit.  When he was ready, he lubed up his cock and knocked on the back door.  I was nervous at this point knowing just how much man was about to probe my tight ass.  
    In my experience, there are two types of hung guys:  ones that insist on just ramming it in, and the others that know that you sometimes have to work your way in.  As for me, my preferred method of bottoming is to let a guy stick his head in, and then let me guide him the rest of the way in.  To my pleasure, he was the latter kind.  he turned me on my stomach, eased his cockhead in, and let me take it from there.  I let out a couple of deep breaths and slowly the rest of his long, thick shaft entered inside me.  I was able to work all of him inside me, where he just held it and let me relax around him.  He let me take a hit of poppers as well, which made this easier for me.  When I was ready, I slowly bucked against his cock and let him start working me.  He started slow, letting me moan in pleasure at how fucking awesome his 9 1/2 inches felt as it was massaging my insides.  As the minutes went by, he gently picked up the pace.  Not too fast, but just enough to make sure I still enjoyed it.  Just like I paid attention to his moans, he was paying attention to mine and going a little more harder as my moans intensified.  We worked our way up to where he was going full steam-ahead.  I was moaning like crazy begging him to keep fucking me at this point; and I could now start to hear his moans growing with pleasure.  I've bottomed enough to know what that meant.  Soon enough, he started asking me if I wanted his load.  A few grunts of "yeah man", and "breed me", and he then thrusted all 9 1/2 inches inside me and I could feel the hot throbs of his muscle as each shot pumped deep inside me.  Feeling a guy cumming drives me wild.  I start moaning and begging louder when I feel it.  After a few squirts, his cock relaxed to the odd spurt of the remainder, which he stayed completely inside me for.  Once that subsided, he slowly let his cock go soft until he was able to withdraw from my now satiated hole.  We laid back on his pillows and caught our breath as we basked in the intensity of what had transpired.  This was some of the hottest sex I've had in months!  After we wound down, we got dressed, kissed a bit more and parted ways, hoping we'd do a repeat.  I'd love to make him one of my new regular playmates.
  12. LetsPOZBreed
    Five years ago, I uprooted my entire life in America for the opportunity of a lifetime:  the chance to live and work in London!  I met with a fuckbuddy of mine stateside not long after finding out.  He was a bit disappointed, as we would no longer be having sex so often, but he mentioned that once I got settled in, I should take a trip to Berlin and really pig out.  Specifically, he suggested I turn up during Folsom week and I did just that.  Booked my trip that year, and planned on staying around a few days and tour around (as I'd never been there before).  I had a plan:  spend the first few days taking cock after cock until I couldn't take it anymore and blast my pent up load into some lucky bottom boy on the last day.  Good plans, though, never seem to pan out as you'd think though.
    Leading up to the week of Folsom, I had some hot action with a couple guys in London.  Both, as it turned out, lived in Berlin for brief periods of time and gave me the lowdown of what to do and where to go.  That turned out to be far more helpful than I could imagine.  They were also some hot fucks, too, but I'll save that for a later post. ?  
    Turning up on Thursday afternoon, the Folsom weekend was just getting started.  After needing to catch my flight out of London at an obscenely early time of the day, I checked into my hotel near Schoneberg and took a small cat-nap.  I awoke to the most torrential rainstorm I'd seen in ages.  Thankfully, it didn't last too long.  I made my way down to the centre of Schoneberg and started exploring.  Popped into a few shops that sold various leather and fetish gear.  I had to get myself ready for the weekend that would ensue.  Picked up some lube, a harness, a new black jockstrap, and two t-shirts:  one that just said "bottom" and a second that said "toxic".  I had plans for both >:-)  
    It was a few hours until the evening events started, so I fired up the apps to check out the potential.  One guy asked if I was headed to the naked party that night at Lab.oratory.  I wasn't aware of that one, and I also had a fear of just being nude.  At this time, I wasn't too in-shape, but not too out-of-shape either.  I figured to just throw caution to the wind, though, and make my way there, having no expectations.  I arrived where I was handed a bag for my things and directed to the changing room where I undressed to everything but my shoes.  A hot young attendant then wrote a number on my shoulder in black marker and sent me on my way to enjoy the evening.
    I really had no idea where to begin.  This place was HUGE!  And the men kept flowing in, one by one.  Many different ages, shapes, and body types.  I think that put me a little more at ease.  It wasn't long before a younger guy approached me, and started stroking my cock.  He was definitely looking to bottom, which I wasn't planning to do so early in the weekend.  That didn't stop a bit slut like me though, and we found a spot and ravished each other for a bit.  I made it a point to stop short before blasting off, though, as once I shoot my wad it's very difficult and painful for me to bottom right afterwards.  We took a breather, and I told him to find me later on; figure if he really wanted my load, he'd find me at the end of the night when I was ready to blast it off.
    The night continued and soon enough, an older guy came up to me and started chatting me up a bit.  We snuck off to a corner, and again started stroking me like the bottom he was.  So far, my weekend wasn't going according to plan.  I didn't turn him down, though, and gladly fucked him for a while - making sure not to blast off a load too early.
    Many bottom men abound that night.  I continued on for a bit where I was mostly topping.  Carried on until I was ready to go, and found my young boy from earlier.  We found a small corner, and I resumed working his tight perky hole.  I'm sure like most bottoms that evening, he was expecting me to get close and then stop again.  He was wrong.  I did tease him a bit, though, and stopped stroking once I got close, but left my cock inside.  Once coming off the edge, I slowly started again.  He moaned in mild pleasure that I didn't just pull out and move on.  I kept going, slowly working up the pace until edging again.  As before, I thrusted my whole cock inside and stopped until the feeling of bursting subsided.  Then I started the slow fucking again.  It was at this second go that my bottom boy knew something was different.  He started to think he was finally going to have a man go all the way and blast him with the sticky goodness we both knew he wanted so badly.  I wasn't going to let him go without a tease and edged myself a third time before backing down.  It was then that my boy knew I was going to breed him and started begging.  I started slow fuck #4 and worked my way up slower than before.  It's at this point that I must say that since I grew up in America, I obviously am circumcised.  One benefit of that is that it seems that once my cock gets close to cumming hard, the cock head gets super firm.  If you're a bottom, you definitely notice this.  My bottom boy could feel after each edging session that my head was feeling more and more plump. Stroking a little more definitively on my fourth round, this was VERY noticeable.  I looked him in the eye, gave him a slight nod and whispered "yeah".  Even with a language barrier, a bottom knows when this means.  I start working myself up more and more and then slammed my whole shaft in and let loose.  Each intense spurt emptying inside his ass painting his insides milky white.  He exclaimed in passion feeling every last drop of my seed emptying into him.  We gave each other a finishing kiss, and I sent him on his way, whispering "now you're lubed up for the next one" as I let him walk off.  I went back to the changing room and got dressed.  Made the long trek back to the hotel and went to sleep hoping that tomorrow would deliver the action I desperately wanted and deserved.
    To my excitement, it did....
    **to be continued""

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