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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.

It's an expression for multiple orgasms. A man may not cum after 3 or 4 orgasms but can still get dry orgasms. Besides being a total submissive bottom since I lost my virginity I have trained my ass muscles to milk a cock and get multiple anal orgasms. I have expressed this in response to other related posts why I prefer cock that reach my prostrate and pound on it. Also Kegels that are a part of my daily exercise.

It's neither Copy and Paste nor AI? Such stories can't be written on normal AI and need subscription for NSFW AI which I believe is waste of money and I don't have a subscription. TBH I just couldn't find more words to express myself. The incident is a real incident and not fictional. Lost words expressing myself

In the quiet of last midnight, seeking a study break, I logged into Grindr looking for a cock to ride. I received a message from a soldier from the nearby Canadian Armed Forces base who promised a manly masculine demeanor and a dream 8.5 in BBC. Since I have had some strong weed he graciously accepted to drive me to his barrack and drop me home after he is done with me. The ride to his barracks was a symphony of tension, each second stretching into an eternity. As we stepped into his barrack room the scent of his room, a heady mix of musk and man, intoxicated my senses. "Sniff this," he commanded, his voice a low rumble, as he handed me a pair of his roommate's worn, black boxer briefs. The fabric, soft and worn, held the essence of him. I inhaled deeply, the scent of arousal mingling with the poppers, sending a rush of euphoria through my veins. My head spun, and I felt a giddy, reckless abandon take over. He watched, his eyes hungry, as I sank to my knees. His cock, 8.5in thick and hard, strained against his pants. With trembling hands, I unzipped him, freeing his length. The sight of him, the sheer masculinity, made my mouth water. I took him in, my lips wrapping around his shaft, the taste of him, salty and sweet, exploding on my tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking, as I deep-throated him, taking him as deep as I could. His hands found my head, guiding me, setting a relentless pace. I could feel the power in his grip, the control he held, and it sent a thrill through me. He fucked my mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my own arousal, slick and hot, pooling between my legs. Without warning, he pulled me up, his hands roaming my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He spun me around, pushing me face down on the bed. His fingers, rough and calloused, found my entrance, teasing, probing, before pushing in. I cried out, my body clenching around him, as he prepared me, stretching me, readying me for what was to come. He entered me with a single, powerful thrust, filling me completely. I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being claimed, overwhelming. He began to move, his hips slamming against mine, each thrust driving me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh, the gasps and moans that escaped our lips. He leaned down, his teeth nipping at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low, primal sound. "You like being fucked like this?" I could only nod, my body too consumed with pleasure to form words. He continued his relentless assault, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension deep within me, ready to snap. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation, of being filled and stroked, sent me over the edge. I came with a cry, my body convulsing, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed. But he wasn't done. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and flipped me over, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. "Again," he commanded, positioning himself between my legs. "I'm not done with you yet." And so, the night wore on, a symphony of pleasure and pain, of ecstasy and exhaustion. He fucked me until I was a quivering mess, my body slick with sweat and seed. Until I lost count of the orgasms, each one more intense than the last. Until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and domination. As the first light of dawn crept through the window, he dropped me off at home, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of our night together. I stumbled to bed, my mind a whirl of memories, each one more vivid than the last. The soldier, with his dark eyes and fierce passion, had left an indelible mark on me, a reminder of a night that would forever be etched in my memory.

Not sure if stepfather is considered incest. My stepfather passed during Covid but he was a long haul trucker. I lived with him after my mother divorced him because he payed for my engineering degree. I enjoyed joining him as his trucking assistant during summer. While he knew that I am a gay and a bottom he never did me until one day he saw me riding a fellow trucker in the shower at a truck stop. He never gave me any reason except he said that something clicked in him seeing me on someone else's cock that made him jealous and since then he became my fuck daddy. He was a very caring father and he was an excellent fucker in bed. He knew exactly what I needed to be satisfied sexually. He would proudly share me with other trucker buddies. Since his passing I miss daddies.