breedingaddict

I’m currently on PrEP and I’m dating a guy who’s been on meds for about 8 years. We just became boyfriends and I think I’m starting to fall in love with him. I hope with every fiber in my being that our lives together end up looking like this story.

Hey, looking for a video where a twink is on his back getting fucked by an older top with a thick big cock. POV is from the top. The twink’s cock is tucked away in a red thong. Bottom buffs directly from an aerosol can while the top rails him and covers his mouth with his hand. Twink is obviously loving it. Think the top might be lijadordf but can’t find the video to confirm.

Same here, clearly 🤤😈

[While this is mostly fiction, a number of the elements are true and from a recent encounter I had at the beginning of December]. My name is Ash. I'm still neg, but thinking about getting pozzed has been the only thing that turns me on for a long time now. I love the idea of giving my body to another man to change and claim, and then turning around and sharing my gift with others and changing them. I haven't been on PrEP for a few months now, and I've been slowly hooking up with more poz guys that I find at sex clubs or online. Usually the in-person signs are subtle --those telltales lines in the face, extra-lean muscles and low body fat -- but once in a while I'll run across some stud unexpectedly sporting a scorpion or biohazard tattoo that gets my dick extra hard. This story is about one of those encounters. I'm in town as a plus-one for the wedding of a friend's friend. It's the night before the ceremony and we've all just finished dinner, and predictably everyone wants to call it a night early. That sounds way too boring to me, so I beg off and make my way out in search of the gay scene. It's a small coastal Southern city, so my hopes aren't high, but there's one club that might be worth checking out. I walk in, make my way over to the bar, and about halfway through my first drink I lock eyes with the most beautiful blonde boy I've seen in a while. 5'8, buzz cutt, blue eyes, thick ass and broad shoulders, and killer smile. He walks over to me and with a deep, sexy drawl, says: "Hi, handsome, I'm Wesley." Fuuuuuck. Now I remember why Southern boys are so fucking hot. I respond back, playing it cool and making some quip about Southern hospitality, and the vibe turns playful and flirty. We end up kissing, and he doesn't object when I take his bottom lips between my teeth and bite. Hm, promising. He pulls away and I wink at him. I get up to make my lap and he goes off to find a friend, and I think that's the last I'll see of Wes. 30 minutes later, I'm hanging over the edge of the balcony overlooking the street, smoking a drink, when I feel someone get up close next to me. "Hey babe, mind if I get a drag?" I look over at Wes, and put the cigarette up to his lips. As he takes a drag, I lean in and start kissing on his neck, which is perfectly exposed in the white tank he's wearing. He starts to grab on to my body, getting needy, and he whispers raggedly in my ear while I chew on his neck: "You wanna get out of here? I know a place we can go." I let him take the lead as he walks us out of the club and down the street. We turn a corner here and go down an alley or two, my hands grabbing at his hips the entire way, until we end up at what looks to be an abandoned junkyard. He leads me in and we quickly find a truck in decent condition with an empty flatbed. He looks up at me and asks: "Is this okay? I think this would be so hot." I let him know my answer by turning him around and pushing him over the flatbed. I kneel and reach up to pull his jeans down, freeing two beautiful, white, deliciously plump ass cheeks from their confines. I spread his cheeks and am greeted by the site of a pink, hairless hole, slightly open with puffy lips. My mouth immediately begins watering as I dive in face first and take a lick of his pussy. The taste is sweaty, musky, yet somehow sweet. I go in for more, using my tongue to pry past his lips and make out with his cunt. He responds by reaching back and spreading his ass more open with his hands, giving me leverage to get in deeper. I lose track of how much time I spend licking, kissing, and tongue fucking that delicious boy pussy, and when I come up for air, all I can hear is his ragged panting. I get to my feet and he turns around, with desperation, lust, and a bit of frustration in his eyes. "Fuck me, please fuck me," he begs. I laugh. "In a second, babe, I'm still having my fun." I kiss him deep once, heft him up onto the flatbed, and start kissing my way down his torso until I get to his 5" cut cock. It's standing tall and hard, crowning a nice hairy sack of plum-sized balls. As I'm kissing around his crotch, I come face to face with a small black scorpion tattoo where his left thigh meets his groin. I think I miss a beat, because he looks down at me and smiles. "I'm a Scorpio," he shrugs. I smile back and lean into sniff the pubes right below it. Fuck, does this mean he's poz? Sexy little fucker is being coy and I don't know him well enough to tell. I swear the thought of this sexy little blonde boy being a poz cumdump makes my dick grow an extra half inch. I turn him around till he's showing off that beautiful ass of his and start rubbing my 7" cut cock between his cheeks, feeling my head get caught on his pussy lips. I start zeroing in on the heat and wetness, stroking deeper and deeper until I feel his plump ass cheeks push up against my crotch and I bottom out in his hole. I reach up around his chest and feel two meaty but firm pecs, and feel my fingers latching on to two puffy, doughy nipples. I squeeze roughly and I hear a guttural moan rip out of his throat and feel his hole clench on my cock. Looks like I found his weak spot. As I begin pumping in and out him, the only sounds in the junkyard being our grunts and the slap of his ass against my crotch, my thoughts can't help but focus on his scorpion tattoo. He has to be poz, right? The placement, the symbol, the fact that he's clearly a cumdump faggot and taking anon stranger cock in an abandoned junkyard -- it's too much of a coincidence. Am I sliding my neg cock deep inside a toxic hole right now? Is there HIV making its way deeper into my cock with every stroke I take into his wet hot hole? His wet ass makes me think of cum -- I bet there's other loads in that hole, some of them even toxic, that I'm dipping my cock into. The smooth silkiness of his hole along with the perverted thoughts playing on repeat in my head bring me to the edge much faster than anticipated. I lean forward, grab his chin, and growl into his ear. "I'm gonna fucking nut soon." "Fuck yeah," he responds. "Nut inside me!" "You want my load, faggot?" "Yes, yes, yes, breed my nasty faggot ass, please!" His hand flies down to his dick and he starts stroking his cock furiously. Now I know I told you I'm not poz, but at that point, I wish for nothing more in the world than to have a toxic load to breed this cumdump with. This is just too fucking hot, so right before I tip over the edge, I decide to take a chance. "Take my fucking poz load, faggot!" "Fuuuuuuuck yessss recharge my poz pussy!" he wails. I feel his hole start to tighten on my cock as his cock unleashes a torrent of cum. My hips are glued to his ass as I shoot what feels like my very essence into his body. Every pulse I shoot into him feels like it's being ripped out of my ballsack and cannonballed directly into his cunt. I count 5 shots before I slowly pull my still-twitching cock out of his ass, shiny with his ass juices and my cum and who knows what else. I see starts as I collapse onto his back, nestling into his neck as we both come down from our orgasmic highs. "That was intense." "That's an understatement," I chuckle. I peel myself off him, and we both roll over until we're lying on our backs. I trace his scorpion tattoo with my finger and look over at him to see him grinning. My dick starts to get hard again. Fuck, I can't wait until the day I can finally rock a poz tattoo with pride.

Beautifully written and you hit so many points for me I don’t even know where to begin!

Some backstory about me: I'm a slutty late 20s guy who's played it safe sexually for most of his life, but started taking loads and breeding guys about a year ago and can't stop This happened on Thursday night. I was in one of those moods where the only thing you can think about is cock, and you know you won't be able to function normally until you get your fix of cum in your ass. I hit up one of my more recent fuck buddies and luckily, he's in town and eager to oblige my need. His name is D, and he's this sexy Latino guy in his late 30s, 5'10", stocky frame, jet-black hair and tan skin, with a thick 7.5" cock that can cum multiple times in a session. He has a smoldering intensity that really brings out my sub side -- I always surprise myself by how desperately I beg for his load. We meet up at a park near our places and end up on some of the benches in the middle of some trees that provide the perfect amount of cover. I waste no time getting on my knees and doing my best to swallow his cock whole. It's been hot in LA this past week, and his crotch is a bit sweaty and kind of musky -- but the smell and taste turns me on and he knows it because he pulls me off his cock and rubs my face all over his hairy crotch and balls. He bends over me and starts playing with my ass, and before I know it I have my nose buried in his pubes and two of his fingers in my hole. He pulls me off again, turns me around, and makes me straddle the bench. We both still have all our clothes on at this point -- just our shorts pulled down far enough to allow us to fuck. He spits twice on my hole and starts shoving his fat cockhead into me. It hurts, but I like a little pain when I bottom and as he bottoms out in me it turns into that amazing feeling of fullness you get when a thick cock is stretching your hole wide open. He wraps his arms round my chest and starts pumping my ass with long, deep strokes. I have to support most of our weight with my arms on the bench, but it forces me to arch my back and gives him the leverage to really fuck the hell out of me. The entire time he has his face in my neck, and I can hear and feel his breath on me and it. The contrast between his hot, wet breath and the cool night air around us does something to me, and I begin pushing back on his cock to meet his thrusts, trying to get every inch of his cock buried deep inside me. After a few minutes of deep fucking he starts to get close, but we see a light bobbing up and down about 300 feet or so away, as if someone's walking with a flashlight or a cellphone light. I can tell he's freaking out because he stops fucking me and starts pulling out, but I clench on his cock and start begging him to give me his load, and he gives in because he starts fucking me again. After a dozen more pumps he slams his cock into my ass one last time and lowers his entire weight on me. I can't handle the weight anymore so I'm pinned between the bench and his cock, and I can feel his cock throbbing as he shoots his load in my ass. He lays on top of me unloading for a good 30 seconds, and I push my ass back as much as I can, trying to get every drop. We can't see the light anymore, but we still think it's a good idea to book it so he pulls out, slaps my ass, and we walk back to our cars. The street we both parked on is really dark, and my car has tints, so I decide to try to get a second load out of him. I lead him into my backseat and we start making out. He has his fingers in my hole again, but this time my ass is filled with his cum so they go in easier and deeper, and I think fingering my now-loose and sloppy hole turns him on because his dick is rock-hard again. I turn around and pull down my shorts again, laying across the backseat of my car. He mounts my ass and starts pounding away, same as before except this time my entire body is pressed into the seat and I can feel every inch of his body on top of mine. It's cramped and we kept the engine off, so no AC -- the windows start fogging up and we both start sweating buckets. It all just adds to the hotness of the encounter, though -- literally and figuratively. We both have our shirts off at this point and the feel of his smooth sweaty chest on my back feels fucking amazing. He begins moaning and picking up the pace, and he goes over the edge when I start begging him to breed me, telling him to own my ass and make me his bitch. He unloads in me again, but this time is verbal about it, cussing at me and letting me know he's cumming inside me. We lay there for about a minute catching our breath, but by then it starts getting unbearably hot in the car so he pulls out and puts his clothes back on and gets out of the car. I follow him out, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me deep, and then we say our goodbyes after we make plans to see each other in a few weeks. As he drives off, I realize that even though I got two loads in my ass, I didn't feel like I'd had enough. I'm still craving cock, and I need to get more. Luckily, it's still early, and Slammer isn't too far away. I get in my car and start to drive. -- I ended up getting one more load in me that night at Slammer, from this hot, lanky white guy in his 40s with a massive cock and the biggest bush of pubes I've ever seen, but that'll be a story for another time.