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Not too hopeful of receiving any response on this site howver visiting London ON for one night on Thursday 30th Oct and staying closer to the core downtown area. Hoping to find willing uninhibited tops to fill me up all night. Room door will be unlocked all night. Just walk in, use me to your satisfaction, breed my ass and leave.

Never took meds in last 5 years since my conversion in Montreal from a German guy. I know him very well and I am still in touch with him and we meet every year. However, on Dr. advice I was due to start medicines and now I am on Biktarvy. It's been 10 days now. No known side effects as yet. I will be achieving hopefully by the holidays.

(Based on true events from 2 weeks back on the last hot Saturday night of the season) The thrill of Claireville Conservation Park has always hit me all summer the moment I step onto the trail in the night. Toronto's summer heat lingered in the air, thick and humid, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I'd sparked up a joint in my car before heading out, the weed smoke filling my lungs and loosening my inhibitions, turning my cravings into a burning need. I craved raw, dominant men to use me as their submissive bottom, no barriers, no holding back. My heart raced as I wandered deeper into the woods, the path narrowing until the city lights faded behind me, the high making every rustle in the leaves feel electric on my skin. That's when I heard the low voices—two guys, their tones rough and commanding, pulling me like a magnet. I spotted them through the trees: let's call him Mark, bearded and burly with a hairy chest peeking from his unbuttoned shirt, and his buddy let's call him Jake, clean-shaven with a lean, muscled frame. They eyed me like prey, and I froze, my cock twitching in my booty shorts. Mark stepped forward first, his voice a gravelly growl. 'You need cocks slut then strip. Now.' The command sent a shiver down my spine. I obeyed without hesitation, peeling off my shirt, kicking away my shoes, and shoving down my shorts until I stood naked, exposed under the moonlight. My dick hardened instantly, pre-cum beading at the tip as they circled me, the weed haze amplifying every sensation, making my body hum with readiness. Mark grabbed my chin, tilting my head up to meet his intense gaze. 'You're here to get bred, aren't you? Cheap whore.' I nodded, whispering yes, my voice trembling with need. Jake dropped to his knees behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks wide. His tongue dove in without warning, lapping at my hole, wet and insistent. I moaned, pushing back against his face as he rimmed me deep, his stubble scraping my skin. Mark watched, unzipping his jeans to free his thick cock, already leaking. 'We're both poz, but undetectable,' he said, smirking. 'But you don't care, do you? You want our poz loads churning in your guts.' The forbidden edge made my pulse thunder—I shook my head no, but my body screamed yes. Jake stood, his mouth crashing onto mine in a rough kiss, his tongue shoving the taste of my ass into me. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking firmly while Mark positioned himself at my entrance. No lube, just spit—he hawked a glob onto his shaft and thrust in hard. I cried out as his girth stretched me, burning and full, his hairy chest pressing against my back. He didn't ease in; he pounded immediately, hips slamming forward with wet slaps echoing through the trees. Each drive hit deep, his balls smacking my ass, making my legs shake. I fumbled for the small bottle of poppers in my discarded shorts, inhaling deeply as Mark reamed me, the rush hitting like fire, relaxing my hole and intensifying every thrust until I was floating in ecstasy. I braced against a tree, moaning like a whore as Mark fucked me senseless. Jake broke the kiss, jerking my dick faster, his fingers twisting my nipples until they ached. 'Take it, boy,' Mark grunted, his breath hot on my neck. Sweat dripped between us, mixing with the slick sounds of his cock pistoning in and out. My hole clenched around him, greedy for more, and he laughed darkly, spanking my ass hard enough to sting. The poppers' wave crashed over me again when I took another hit, my body surrendering completely, every nerve alight. They switched seamlessly. Jake pulled me off Mark, spinning me to face him. His cock was longer, veined and throbbing, and he lined up, sliding into my loosened hole with one smooth push. The angle was perfect—he nailed my prostate right away, making my vision blur. My knees buckled, but Mark held me up, his hands gripping my hips as Jake fucked me relentlessly. 'Beg for it,' Jake demanded, and I did, pleading for him to breed me, to fill me up. He growled, thrusting harder, his slim body slapping against mine until he buried deep and unloaded. Hot spurts flooded my ass, thick and endless, making me whimper as the warmth spread inside, the weed high blending with the rush to make it all feel surreal and overwhelming. Mark wasn't done. He flipped me onto all fours in the dirt, my knees scraping the ground as he mounted me from behind. My hole was sloppy now, Jake's cum lubing the way, and Mark dove in with brutal force. He reamed me wide, his hips snapping like a machine, churning the load already there. Cum dripped down my thighs, sticky and warm, as he chased his release. 'Gonna breed you full,' he snarled, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. I pushed back eagerly, my own cock bouncing untouched, leaking onto the forest floor. Jake knelt in front of me, stroking his spent dick back to life. 'Clean it,' he ordered, shoving it past my lips. I sucked greedily, lapping up the salty remnants of his cum and my ass, gagging as he face-fucked me shallowly. I snatched the poppers bottle mid-thrust, huffing it hard, the chemical burn sending my head spinning as Mark's pounding turned my world into pure sensation. Mark's thrusts grew erratic, his grunts filling the air, and then he came—pulsing deep, adding his seed to Jake's, the mixture overflowing and trickling out with every pull back. I trembled, body spent, as they used me until I was a mess of sweat and cum. They pulled out, zipping up with satisfied smirks. 'Good boy,' Mark said, patting my ass before they vanished into the woods, leaving me on my hands and knees, hole throbbing and leaking. The drive home was torture and bliss. Every bump in the road made the cum slosh inside me, a constant reminder of the double breeding. My ass clenched around the fullness, my cock half-hard against my thigh. The lingering weed buzz kept me mellow yet horny, and I couldn't stop—hunger gnawed at me, demanding more. Spotting the 24-hour Tim Hortons, I pulled in, still naked under my hastily thrown-on clothes, the sticky mess between my legs drawing my hand back to probe my used hole. That's when I saw him: lets's call him Alex, the cute Freshco stock boy on break, early twenties with a slim, toned build, messy hair, and eyes that lit up when they landed on me. He was sipping coffee outside, but his gaze dropped to my lap where my hand lingered. I shifted, letting my cheeks clench visibly around the loads, and he smirked, standing to approach. 'Rough night?' he asked, voice low and teasing. I nodded, breath catching as he leaned in close. Our lips met behind the dumpster, his kiss hungry and demanding, tongue plunging deep. His hands were everywhere—twisting my nipples through my shirt until I gasped into his mouth, then sliding down to grope my ass. Fingers probed my crack, finding the slick, cum-lubed entrance. 'Fuck, you're soaked,' he murmured, eyes darkening with lust. 'Been bred already?' I confessed in a whisper, and he groaned, freeing his cock—average but rock-hard, veins pulsing. He spat on it, then bent me over a crate, hiking up my shirt and shoving my pants down. No hesitation—he thrust in bareback, gliding through the creamy mess with ease. I pulled out the poppers again, inhaling sharply as he started pumping, the rush making my hole open up even more, every slide of his cock feeling amplified and urgent. The pump was fierce, his hips snapping fast and urgent, the quickie turning intense as he chased his peak. My hole squelched around him, the combined loads making every slide filthy and smooth. He gripped my waist, nails digging in, fucking me like he owned me. 'Gonna add to it,' he panted, and I begged yes, pushing back to meet him. His release hit quick—hot jets mixing with the others, filling me to overflowing. Cum leaked down my legs as he pulled out, scribbling his number on a napkin. 'Call me,' he said with a wink, zipping up and walking away. I straightened, the weight of three loads heavy in my belly, ass aching with delicious satisfaction. The drive home blurred into ecstasy—every red light a chance to finger myself, savoring the churn, the drip, the weed still softening the edges while the poppers' afterglow kept the intensity alive. I craved more already, the night etching itself into my skin, promising endless hunger.

I wear thongs as my daily underwear and I like them a lot. Turns eyes in gym locker room and under mesh gym shorts for sure.

45 loads until now. The year started slowly but more loads during the summer. We still have a few more weeks of good warm weather in late evenings early nights and I will maximize my load counts before things move indoors and slows down. 2024 ended with just above 100 loads specifically 102. I want to at least match the 2024 tally. With 3 months to go and quite a few loads required let's see what ingenious ideas I come up with. Maybe a truck stop for a night who knows....

I wandered through the woods of Claireville Conservation Park, my heart pounding with anticipation. A mysterious message on Sniffies had lured me here: "Pull your pants down, bend over the car, and spread your ass for me." I found the secluded spot, my body already tingling with excitement. A tall, commanding figure approached from behind. I complied, bending over the car and spreading my ass, already slick from the home event earlier. His finger traced my crease, sending shivers down my spine. "You're already so wet and ready," he growled. As he positioned himself behind me, he leaned in close, his breath hot on my ear. "Hope you're on PrEP, because I'm HIV positive, but undetectable," he whispered, his voice low and intense. With a powerful thrust, he entered me, his cock thick and hard. I gasped, my body arching back to meet his every movement. He pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass. The night air was filled with our moans and grunts. I felt the pressure building, my body tensing as I neared the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he unleashed his massive load. I trembled with the aftershocks of my own release. As he slowly pulled out, I straightened up, my legs shaking. "Well, that was quite the adventure," I said, my voice breathless and satisfied. He simply nodded, a smirk on his face, before disappearing into the night, leaving me alone with the memory of a night I would never forget.

I was at the notorious Claireville Conservation Park last Saturday night, cruising for some action. I pulled up next to a car and spotted a hot guy jerking off, his cock glistening in the moonlight. I was in a hoodie, blending into the shadows, and he hadn't noticed me yet. I stepped out of my car, dropped my pants, and exposed my bare ass to him, leaning against the car for a smoke. I didn't realize he had snuck up behind me until I felt his breath on my neck. He whispered huskily, "Don't look back. Bend over the seat." His voice was a mix of threat and promise. "I'll fuck you right here, and you won't be able to find me after." My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. I did as he said, bending over and exposing myself completely. He was rock hard, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside me, stretching me wide. "Sniff these," he commanded, offering me a bottle of poppers. I took a hit, and the world spun as he pounded into me, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last. He grunted with each movement, his body slapping against mine. "Take it, you little slut," he growled, and I complied, pushing back against him, wanting more. He came with a roar, filling me with his hot load. He pulled out sharply, leaving me empty and aching. He slapped my ass hard, the sting mixing with the pleasure still coursing through my veins. As I came out of my haze, I realized he was gone, leaving me wanting more. The guys in the other two cars had been watching, and they approached me, their eyes hungry. "Stay just like that," one of them ordered, and I did, ready for more. They took turns, each one fucking me hard and deep, leaving me with three loads inside me. But they left without a word, leaving me high and dry, my own cock still hard and unfulfilled. I drove home, my body still tingling, and rode my 9-inch dildo attached to my fuck machine, finally finding release as I relived the night's events.

This topic is so redundant in today's world especially in the western world. With Prep and DoxyPep and further research bug chasing will get nearly impossible. I am convinced that noone in their right frame of mind would want to acquire HIV just to be "liberated". I agree with one of the posts that at least make your posts to distinguish between fantasy and reality. The bug chasing was something that many from the AIDS Era felt. For them liberating and getting over with was out of desperation. They couldn't separate from their identity and their sexual needs. They saw friends and partners dying in front of them. Healthy one day and gone the next. This is how this sub community of bug chasing began. However of note is that many even in the 80s stayed negative and gay. HIV is indeed the most misunderstood thing in the community.

Although I was broken in with almost a 7.5 in cock I preferred smaller cocks in size and girth. However being a bottom all my life over years I started experiencing anal orgasms through prostrate pounding. Also my ass remains gaping and open and smaller cocks do not satisfy me sexually anymore. My prostrate is about 4.5 inches inside and needs proper pounding. Anything less than 7in is not my preference any more. Having said that smaller cocks still appeals me because I can accommodate the cock in my mouth for a throat fuck. It's all mood dependent. If I need to break my dry cycle then any cock is a cock but if I am at the luxury of finding a cock to ride I will go with anything more than 7in. Having said that big cock is more of a stereotype because average cock size across various ethnicities is between 5in and 6in.

This is a big discussion within the medical community as told to me by my ID specialist - Prep fatigue. Prep is a medical miracle for the community and a couple of breakthrough cases are based on inconsistent use. A Prep resistant strain would harm a lot of people who religious take Prep to stay negative. TBH it is not a joke to mess around with medication doses. Either take it everyday or on demand or ask for Prep injection. If Truvada is an issue switch to Descvoy. If at all just stop the medicine and take chances but do not ruin it for others who want to take care of their health and the health of others around them. Such discussions really scare a lot of men that I know.

Since losing my virginity I never kept a count. I am trained to be a submissive bottom to sexually please men. I am trained to be available for men to be fucked anytime they want sexual relief. But if I have to guess the number then it would have at least 3 zeros. I went through a phase where my stepfather would find cocks for me then through a phase where I would take any or every cock inside me to a phase of spikes in sexual activity followed by a long dry spell to being a selective bottom. I am stepping back into my second phase once again where I am taking every and any cock available to me.

My stepbrother was the first cock in my mouth and after a while when my step father found out he took me under his wings to train me to be a man pleaser, a proud submissive bottom.

I feel like a total submissive woman when I am under a man. I enjoy that feeling.

I am strongly recommended to end my 5 years of medicine free lifestyle. While my stats have remained very steady throughout my doctor will starts ART after October November testing. What is the overall experiences of guys on ART as to staring the medicines? Side effects? Sex drive ? Anything and everything as information advice recommendations are welcome. Starting medicines will begin another phase of my life.

An uncut cock of my stepbrother was the first I put in my mouth. A cut cock with a huge head of my stepbrother's best friend was the first that violated my body. As for preferences prefer cut over uncut due to hygiene however if an uncut has a lot of foreskin and tastes clean then I love to play with the foreskin with my tongue

I put as much details as possible in my profile on hookup apps for the top to understand that I am a total bareback bottom. Despite that if they ask for condoms I respectfully refuse the hookup. Bathhouse or cruising areas are a total different game. No question asked or no answers given. Most tops love a wet hole. I have refused dream cocks just because they insisted on condoms and I have walked out on tops who put condom on despite me refusing a condom entering my body.

Not exactly a bathhouse staff but a staff at the gay themed sex parties. A buddy of mine owns an underground bar and organizes various gay themed events like naked trivia or naked board games etc during the week and sex parties like naked nights or jockstrap nights or thirst traps on Friday Saturday and Sunday nights. I volunteer for clothes check if he is short staffed. There is guy on his staff who did me while I was volunteering at the clothes check right at the desk putting up a show for a few guys waiting for clothes check service. As the Night progressed I was asked by quite a few men to go with them to the dark area to bend over for them.

Generally a bit of salty and sour. Have had tasted sweet salty too. Worst are the ones who smoke cigarettes and/or weed and use drugs. Their pre cum taste is what will give you an idea about what is coming next. If I feel precum taste was awful then I will pull away from the cock when cumming. I am a slut but with personal standards 😆

My step brother's best friend and hockey teammate. While my stepbrother's cock was the first one that I had actually seen hard and sucked on his friend was the first who breached my ass. He did it with my stepbrother's blessing. At 19 years he was 6ft 3in tall hairy and athletic build. I vividly remember his full man bush and a 7.5in cut cock with a huge head. He was on a mission to consummate me but he was very gentle. He actually made love to my body. He is now married to a woman with kids in mid 40s. I meet him whenever I am at my stepbrother's house in Ottawa. He has asked me so many times to get under him but I have always said no just out of respect for his wife who is also a good friend and I don't want to let her down. While the past was great the present is not something I want to ruin. FYI....both his sons are reaching the age of voting rights (in canada consent age is 16 years with conditons) who knows but the future is bright for their uncle 😆

Men on the Net is another website I use. Literotica is also great.

So far less than 50. Haven't been sexually active earlier in the year but caught up with some cocks in the summer. Still about a month more before it starts getting chilly in the night. 2024 tally was 101. I am hoping to at least match last year's tally.

Even if a poz guy says that he is neg trust me that he is undetectable. I hope you understand that our community has seen social stigmatization during the AIDS Era. Many saw their partners and friends dying a suffering death. Many were so traumatized that they wanted to get pozzed and get over with it. AIDS was presented to the world as "Gay Disease". This little bit of historical perspective is necessary for you to understand that bug chasing is absolutely a sexual fantasy. Most pozzed guys are in meds right away. New infections are on decline at least in the modern world. The so-called straight and closet bisexuals tend to have an invincible mindset and they would not want their female partners to know that they are taking Prep and DoxyPep because it shows up on the insurance. Trust me but I get thrilled when someone tells me that he is a poz. Even sub conscious fear in me disappears.

All loads stay inside me. Emotionally and psychologically I feel complete as a bottom with loads inside me. However I do use wet wipes to clean the area just to present my ass to others. However I never push cum out unless it comes out naturally. TBH most tops actually prefer sloppy seconds.

In fact I thanked him for his loads. He is in the Army and on an intense training course where sexual relief and pleasure are hard to come by especially when the soldiers share the barrack room. He gave me his roommate's underwear to sniff and honestly I can only imagine how hot his roommate would be just from the manly smell from the underwear.

(Another real incident from 21 August 25 night) After attending a professional event in Toronto, on my way home under the cloak of night, I found myself at Claireville Conservation Park, my body humming with anticipation. Dressed in my favorite ass-hugging shorts and a cozy hoodie, I was on the prowl for a wild encounter. It was already a week of dry ass since my last fuck. The weed I smoked earlier had my senses heightened, and the poppers were ready to enhance the experience. As I ventured deeper into the woods, the lights around the park filtering through the canopy of the trees, I spotted a figure standing alone, his hand wrapped around his cock. I approached him, fell to my knees, and without a word, took him deep into my throat. His salty, warm load hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of my conquest. Suddenly, a shadow moved, and a second figure emerged. Before I could react, he pushed me onto all fours and buried his face in my ass, his tongue exploring every inch. He entered me roughly, filling me with his load. I could feel his hot cum dripping down my thighs as I stood up, my body still tingling from the encounter. Walking back to my car, I lit a cigarette, relishing the moment. A car pulled up beside me, and a man rolled down his window, striking up a conversation. His eyes were hungry, and soon enough, he was inviting me back into the woods. His cock was impressive, thick and uncut, a solid 7 inches. He fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless, making me envious of his wife. As I walked back, I spotted a young corporate type, his eyes meeting mine as he took a drag from his cigarette. I followed him, and he led me deeper into the woods. His cock was a revelation—a thick, sharply curved beast that hit my spot with every thrust. I gripped his ass, urging him deeper, and he unloaded with a force that made me moan. He stayed inside me as I rode out my own orgasm, his cock pulsing with aftershocks. Checking my car clock, I realized it was midnight. In just two hours, I had collected three loads in my ass and one in my belly, a testament to a night well spent.