DirtyFckr

Woof! Love the used white socks!!

Part 15 He had taken pictures. I could not remember when he had done that, and it made me worry for just a second until I realized he had taken ownership of me. It drove me mad with excitement and I resumed my search for dicks and loads frantically. I posted a quick connect add on BBRT “Dirty sub btm looking to be used and to add to the load count”. It was already midnight, I was supposed to be at the conference at 9am the next day, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without at least one more dick to push that first poz load deeper inside. The saviour came from Grindr. -“Hey! Are you staying at Hotel X?” The guy was at the same hotel as mine. -“Yeah!” I answered.-“I’m in room 452. Looking to unload quickly before going to bed.” The guy was 2 floors above me, just a quick elevator ride to a load. His profile was saying 35, 5’10, athletic, with an unclear torso picture. But at that point, I could not care less about who was fucking and breeding me. -“Are you loaded already?” he asked. -“Yeah, got one load earlier, looking for another one” -“Okay with anonymous action?” The idea of not knowing where the load comes from had always been a huge turn on. -“Definitely!” I texted back. -“Then come up to room 452. Door will be unlocked, lights off. There’s a blindfold by the door. You strip down to your jockstrap then put the blindfold on. I’ll take it from there. Be here in 10 minutes.” I quickly got up from my bed, slipped my jockstrap back on, put on my shorts and a t-shirt and left my room. I made my way to the stairwell, hoping I would avoid running into my colleagues. The probability was low considering it was past midnight, but I was still a bit worried about them finding out what I was doing when they were not looking. I quickly escalated those two floors, and arrived in front of his door. As he had said, the door was unlocked and left ajar. No light was coming out from the slim opening and I discreetly pushed the door and slipped into the room. A blindfold was lying on the floor, just in the ray of light from the hall. I grabbed it and closed the door behind me. I could just figure out the basic configuration of the room in the darkness, with very little light filtering through the closed curtains. I saw someone lying on the bed, breathing kind of loudly as he was probably jerking his cock. The room smelled of sweat and poppers which multiplied my level of horniness by ten. I did as I was told, and I took off my shorts and my t-shirt, leaving only my white jocks on. I put the blindfold on, and I heard him get up from his bed and approach me. -“Good boy!” His voice was deep but soft. He gripped my head from the back and push it to his chest before directing my face slowly but firmly to his pits. The smell was strong and musky and I avidly buried my nose in them. -“Good boy! I have a nice load for you if you work well for it!” he said while pushing my head down to his dick. He rubbed his wet dick on my face once I got down on my knees. He had probably been jerking for a while as his cock felt a bit sticky from precum. I heard a bottle of poppers being opened and inhaled deeply, before he put it under my nose, ordering me to sniff. -“That’s it, that will make you nice and obedient, won’t it!”

😈😈🔥🔥 super hot

It’s a combo 😉

Part 14 I panicked and looked everywhere, under the bathroom cabinets, emptied my backpack, my suitcase. I couldn’t not find a trace of my bottle of blue pills. I tried retracing my routine and steps before flying. I’m a very careful planner when it comes to travelling, almost OCD, making lists, starting packing several days in advance. I always make sure to put aside the essential items, place them well in view in order not to forget them. I always took my PrEp in the evening before bed. I remembered doing so the evening before flying. I had to go to bed quite early as my flight was departing at 8am, meaning that I had to get up at 4am in order to catch it. I was clearly seeing myself brushing my teeth, taking my blue pill, and then… leaving it besides my toiletry bag instead of putting it inside. In the rush to be on time the following morning, I probably had forgotten to take it with me. I calculated that I had missed a dose then the evening of my arrival at the hotel but hadn’t noticed. Missing one dose is usually not too serious and I was probably too tired and excited to really care. But now, there I was, without my safety net and with an unmedicated poz load deep inside me. The panic just increased a level. I tried to expel the cum but nothing was coming out. But under the warm shower, I started relaxing a bit. The hot water had some kind of soothing effect on both my body and my mind. I spent a few more minutes in the shower, thinking about what had just happened. I had been bred by a guy I had fantasized on for years and it hadn’t been disappointing at all! I had just willingly taken my first known poz load, from a man who had dropped his meds specifically for me. I hadn’t shot my load myself and those thoughts got me hard again pretty quickly. I started jerking off, edging myself several times, but I decided I wanted to keep my level of excitement at its highest until Saturday. I had gotten so horny at that point I had almost completely forgotten about my panic, and went to Grindr and BBRT with the hope to find another load. This time, I took it a step further and switched from “Ask me” to “Positive okay” on my BBRT profile. It was my first time in the area and it’s always exciting to connect for the first time in a new city. The “Oinks” kept coming in making me fe like a kid at Christmas. While I was looking and responding, my phone vibrated. -“Hey! You were such a good boy tonight! My poz dick looked really good inside you! I’ll see you on Saturday and I’ll use those to recruit other tops! They show how much of a good slut you are! Good night boy, you’ll be completely mine soon!” With the message was a few pictures.

That’s freaking hot! I love jerking while sniffing my crew socks!

Hi all, I’m a sub bottom with a huge kink around sweaty socks, sneakers, guys in sweatpants, sweaty pits. Not really into bare feet. Love humid socks and gears right after a good workout. Love being forced to sniff socks and pits while being fucked, and feeling the top’s sweat dripping on me. Anyone else into that?

Hope you folks feel better

Hey folks! Just a quick update that the next part is coming! Was hit with COVID, sorry for the delay!

Part 13 The poppers were getting to my head, making me feel extremely slutty and forget my limits and fears. He was now thrusting my mouth, holding my head so he could look into my eyes while fucking my throat. -“Good boy, take all of my cock! You’ll make a beautiful addition to the family!” Those word resonated like music to my ears and made me go even harder on his dick. In this specific moment, I wanted his poz cum, and all the fears I had felt earlier were gone. -“Yes, boy, get my dick wet, that’s the only lube you’ll get!” Keeping his cock in my mouth, he turned his attention to my ass sliding his hand down my shorts to tease my hole with the tip of his fingers. -“Your hole’s already twitching, isn’t it? Get your ass up there!” he ordered, pointing at the bed. -“I’m gonna get you ready!” I got up and he pulled my shorts all the way down, revealing my white jockstrap. After I got on all four on the bed, he proceeded to eat my ass thoroughly. I felt his tongue going deeper and deeper into my hole which was already wet from excitement and sweat. -“That’s a good little hole, my dick is going to feel very good inside, don’t you think, boy?” -“Yes, Sir! -“Turn around boy, I wanna see your face!” He flipped me more than I turned around onto my back. I was definitely not in control of the situation. He was, and I was loving it. That’s what I had pictured for a conversion if it had to happen. Someone taking full charge of me, leaving me no choice. My mind was too foggy from the excitement and the poppers he was constantly feeding me for me to think about backing out. He was holding my legs up on his shoulders, while rubbing the tip of his dick against my hole. -“Oh boy, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long! All those years of teasing will finally pay off!” His rubbing was getting more intense. -“Look at me in the eyes! I dropped my meds for you, son! I want to be the one giving you the bug!” I was just out of my mind. -“Please, Sir! Give it to me!” -“You want my poz dick inside you, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I’m gonna be the one converting you!” He gave me another sniff of poppers. I felt his dick slowly sliding into me as he was looking at me in the eyes with a worrying grin on his face and holding my neck with his right hand. -“There we go, boy. There’s no going back now!” I was overjoyed. I finally had his toxic cock deep inside my ass. Unlike previous times, I had consciously made the decision to take it and in this particular instant, I could not have been happier or more excited. No fear, no regret. -“Is that what you wanted, boy? My poz cock planted deep in you?” -“Yes, that’s I want! Please fuck me, Sir!” was all I could answer before he stuck the poppers under my nose again. I was feeling him thrusting in and out. He was making sure to go as deep as possible to make me moan. -“Boy, your hole feels so good, I don’t think I’m gonna last long! I’m gonna cum soon!” I realized he was about to shoot an unmedicated poz load in my bare hole which snapped me back into reality. I was getting cold feet. But before I could do anything about, it, he grabbed my head and said -“Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes when I give you your first toxic load!” The pace of his thrusts picked up -“Take my poz cum, boy!” he screamed while looking me in the eyes. His thrusting stopped, his dick deep in my hole. I could feel his cock throbbing, ensuring every last drop of his charged up load would land inside me. He collapsed onto me, drenched in sweat. I could smell his male scent all over me. I had just taken my first poz load, knowingly. The fear, the conflict rushed back immediately. I was just thinking that I had forgotten to take my PrEp that evening, and that I couldn’t wait for him to leave to go take it. He got up, wiped his sweat off with his tank top, pulled his pants up and headed to the door, not before giving me a kiss -“Thanks, boy! It was great! I’ll see you on Saturday, pick you up here at 8pm!” I got up as soon as I heard the door shut and headed to the bathroom, going straight to my toiletry bag. My bottle of PrEp wasn’t there.

Part 12 I woke up in the middle of the night. The lights were on and I still had my dick in my right hand with my bottle of poppers. My stomach and chest were all sticky from the load I had shot a few hours earlier. I placed the poppers onto the bedside table, turned the lights off and slid into the sheets, still all dirty with my cum. I dozed off almost instantly until the morning. The first day of the conference was as expected, extremely busy, running around everywhere, reconnecting with professional connections in person, especially after a two-year pandemic hiatus. I was trying as hard as I could to stay focused on work, but my mind was constantly going to what was going to happen that evening. I was thinking I was about to take knowingly my first poz load. I was both excited as hell and scared like shit at the same time, even with the knowledge I would probably be okay with PrEp eventually. I was constantly checking my phone, secretly hoping he would cancel, and I had to stop myself from canceling multiple times during the day. I was getting cold feet but I had wanted this for so long, and the opportunity was finally within reach. I was so distracted my colleagues probably had to snap me back to reality a few times. The evening couldn’t come fast enough and yet the day went by in the blink of an eye. At dinner, I was only thinking of ways to expedite things and finally excused myself from the table, claiming I had a few work-related emails to write. I made my way to my room and started cleaning myself up. I always make a point of being ready and clean for my tops, as I personally am not a big fan of scat. It also makes me more confident for long sessions, and I didn’t know for how long he wanted to play that evening. It took me a bit more than an hour to prepare and it was almost 10:30pm when I texted him that I was ready for him. -“Great, departing soon, I should be there around 11:15pm. I’ve been stroking my cock for the past two hours.” -“Can’t wait, Sir!” There I was, I was a just a few minutes away from what I had been wanting for so long. I had a little time to kill before his arrival. I climbed into bed, pulled my phone out and started browsing for porn. I was just wearing my black Nike gym shorts over my white jockstrap, with my white crew socks, no shirt. I just didn’t want to waste too much time undressing. I settled on a video I had found a few weeks earlier, my bottle of poppers ready in my hand. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ Watching this insanely hot scene, I started jerking my dick frantically, huffing as much poppers as I could take. I maybe watched it ten times, stopping myself right before shooting my load on multiple occasions. Around 11pm, I finally heard a light knock. I got up, dimmed the lights in the room and went to answer the door. -“Hey boy!” -“Hey!”. He made his way into the room before I could invite him to come in. There he stood, in front of me, after all those years. He was about 5’11, probably 180lbs, fit without being muscular, dark blond hair, shaved face, green eyes. He looked a bit heavier than he did on his BBRT pics but I didn’t mind. I don’t really have types when it comes to bodies and I’m more attracted to kinks and attitudes. And this one had known how to push my buttons and turn me on for a while. He was wearing grey shorts and a white tank top. It had been a hot day and I could smell he was sweating. He approached me, looking me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and stuck his tongue into my mouth. His embrace was strong and he was almost lifting me off the floor. His tongue was digging deeper and deeper and I could feel his saliva dripping down my throat. I could already feel his rock hard dick rubbing on my bare stomach through his shorts. I felt his grip tightening and guiding my head towards his left armpit. The scent of sweat assaulted my nose and he probably noticed my slight movement of surprise as he pushed my face back into his pit. -“Sniff those, boy! Better than poppers!” I complied, and the smell just got me higher and hornier than ever. I could feel his pit hair on my face. Once he was satisfied, he finally guided my head down to his crotch. I started licking his cock through his shorts. He must have been quite horny too as I could taste precum on the soaked fabric. -“Come on, boy. Show me how much you want my dick!” He was pushing his crotch against my face until he pushed me away to pull his shorts down, revealing an average-sized but hard as a rock dick. This sight got me out of my mind and I moved to put it into my mouth, before he stopped me. -“Look at me, boy! Look at me in the eyes!” I obeyed. -“You know what I want, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I want you to be my poz son! You want that, don’t you?” -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Good boy! I’ve been off my meds for the past two weeks! You sure you want it?” -“Yes!” -“Put it in your mouth now!” I was more than happy to comply and started licking the tip of his poz dick, trying to catch as much toxic precum as I could. He was holding my head while I slowly went down on his shaft, as deep as I could take it. -“Look at me, boy!” I looked up, my mouth full of his cock. -“Your first poz dick, and it’s now dripping my toxic precum down your throat.” My mind was rushing, I was just realizing what I was doing. I probably had a slight movement backwards because I felt his hands holding me in place. -“No time to back out now, I’ll make sure you go all the way!” He spotted my bottle of poppers on my nightstand, grabbed it and put it under my nose. -“Sniff, boy!” I took a big huff as he proceeded to pinch my nose to keep the vapours in. -“Enjoy, boy. You’ll need as much poppers as possible. I’m just getting started with you,we have the week!”

Part 11 It wasn’t even a question. I was a bit panicked, I was out with my colleagues, who had made dinner plans for Monday evening. We weren’t supposed to meet before next Saturday. I was tempted to say that I couldn’t, that it was too short of a notice. I had to get ready, I wanted to be prepared, but before I could reply anything, he sent a follow up message. -“Don’t even think about saying no, boy. I told you your ass would be mine and that we would meet more than once this week.” -“Okay. But I won’t be ready before 10pm, I need to prepare.” -“No rush, I’m on vacation this week, take as long as you need. I saved my loads for you, haven’t fucked or jerked off in a week and I plan on breeding you and you only this week!” The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. I was very distracted, and my colleagues probably noticed I wasn’t all there with them. All I could think about was that guy I had fantasized so much over the years, that guy who had planted the idea of chasing deep in my brain and was probably about to plant his dirty seed deep in me. What was I about to do? I had vowed to not do anything stupid again after my Paris scare and I had to stop myself several times from messaging him to cancel everything. But despite the anxiety, I was turned on like never before. And I thought about the fact that I was still on PrEp, despite him not knowing. Right after dinner, the jet lag started to hit me hard and I left my colleagues to go back to my room. It was also mostly an excuse to go jerk off. My cock had been hard for a good part of the day and I needed to unload. I started stroking my dick under the hot shower, thinking about that man who would be inside me in about 24 hours. I was imagining his poz dick slowly sliding inside my hole. He had promised to give me several loads and I was craving that cum like a whore. I knew I would be begging for as much cum as possible. I decided to finish myself with poppers so I turned the water off, quickly grabbed a towel and jumped onto the bed. The mirror was right in front of it and I could watch myself playing with my dick and my ass at the same time. I had been working hard at the gym after the end of the last lockdown and I was proud of the results, hoping it would please my guy and encourage him even more to take charge of me. I’m average at 5’8 and 165lbs with an athletic build inherited from years of gymnastics training as a teenager and young adult. With the poppers hitting hard, and replaying what I thought -and hoped - the guy would say as he would push his toxic loads deep inside my hole, I ended up shooting a big load onto my chest and fell asleep almost instantly, without even turning the lights off or cleaning my mess.

Insanely hot story! So well written! 😈

Part 10 Of course I wanted it. I had been too afraid to admit it openly to myself and to others. I was just fixated on my phone screen looking at his message, offering what I had been looking for this whole time but too scared to ask for. I thought about all those nights reading stories on BZ wishing it was me, scrolling through BBRT looking at profiles searching for poz guys yet never getting into the conversations I wanted. All the mildly frustrating hook ups and sex in general which had somehow become quite vanilla for me, no matter the level of kink, because it was missing something. -“Hey!” I typed after maybe thirty minutes, not sure about wha I’d say next. -“How are you?” he replied almost instantly. -“I’m good thanks! How about you?” -“Pretty good! Been insanely horny lately. I bred 3 bottoms last weekend!” -“That’s hot! I haven’t had a lot of action lately, just crazy busy at work and my sex drive isn’t at its peak.” -“Well, it seems like this needs to be taken care of, doesn’t it? It’s a waste not to use such a hot bottom like you.” I took a few moments to think about what to answer. -“I haven’t given up on you, boy. After all those years of texting, I think I deserve to use you.” he added before I could reply. -“When you get your ass over here, it’s gonna be mine, boy!”. I felt my cock getting hard, which had not been such a common occurrence lately. I had been chatting with this guy for so long, fantasizing about him and getting fucked and bred by his dick. He was the one who had introduced the idea of chasing to me. I was trying to type some answer, but kept erasing and starting over. He probably saw the “Typing…” alert go on and off and just added -“I’m gonna help you there, I know what you want, and I know you’re too scared to ask for it. You want my poz dick right boy?”. There it was! -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Finally, we got there! Where are you going to stay?” he asked. -“I’ll be at the X hotel, in Y.” -“Just a few miles away from me, we could meet a few times during your stay.” -“I’m staying 10 days but I’m gonna be with my colleagues though. I’ll have my own room but I’d like to stay discret.” -“Not a problem, we’ll manage. We can also book a hotel on Saturday, I want you for an entire night too.” -“That’d be hot Sir! Can you cum multiple times?” -“With some breaks, maybe 3 or 4 times in one night.” -“Great!” -“Just so you know, I’m on meds, but I want to drop them before we meet, what do you say about that?”. My hole twitched a bit. -“I say I want your poz loads, Sir!” -“Do you want me as toxic as possible?”. Yes, I wanted him to drop his meds, to be fully toxic, but I was scared as hell. -“I’ll charge you up, boy! I’ll breed you all night!” he added. -“You’ll probably end up poz too after that. You on PrEp?”. The dreaded question. -“No, I’m not. I dropped it a few years ago!” I lied. Yes, I had dropped PrEp for a few years but I had been back to it for a few months now. I was craving his poz cum, but was still thinking of my Paris adventure. I figured I could have all the twisted fun I wanted with this poz guy and still get away with it unscathed. After all, he would have to know. -“Just got us a room in Z for Saturday. It’s about midway between your hotel and my place. If we’re lucky, I’ll be able to find more tops for you! I’ll like whoring out my boys!”. We chatted a bit more until I fell asleep, not before shooting my load on my stomach, thinking of becoming a whore again to anonymous guys. Being a poz guy’s whore, those words stuck in my head as I was drifting off. A month later, I landed in Y. I arrived at my hotel, checked in at the conference starting the next day and met with a few people I knew from other international events I had attended. I had five days full of meetings and workshops ahead of me. I’m an introvert by nature and hate those events, which force me to do small talk to people I don’t even really like in the first place. But I was constantly thinking about Saturday, as the reward for going through a gruelling week. It was only Sunday, and I was still six days away from it. Or so I thought, until I got a WhatsApp notification. -“Hey boy, tomorrow night.”

Go for it! Adding more sexiness to this already smoking hot man 😈 and I’ve had my ears pierced for more than 10 years and never a problem at security

I was in the capital city a few weeks ago for work. A guy from BBRT told me to meet him at a park which he told me was a cruising spot. He didn’t have any face pics, just body and cock. I got there around 9pm and just walked around a bit before ending down on my knees sucking a huge dick. The guy shot deep in my throat before leaving. Two buddies with beers then fucked me. One shot his load on his bud’s dick who kept fucking using it as lube before himself shooting deep inside my ass. After that, I got fucked and bred by one last guy. I came back to my hotel with cum dripping down my legs to find a message on BBRT from the guy who had directed me to the park. He thanked me for the blowjob and for the show. I guess he had stayed and was lurking around after shooting in my mouth. I had not seen the face of any of the four guys who gave me their loads that night.

Thanks man! I know the very slow pace may not be everyone’s cup of tea and I’m glad you enjoy!

It’s coming probably later this week 😉

Part 9 -“Just been a bit busy” I lied. I had been indeed avoiding him but as expected, it didn’t take much for him to lure me back to him. Just one sleazy video and my resolution just vanished in seconds. -“You’ve been getting cold feet, haven’t you? I know the path you’re going through. A slut getting off on taking risks but not yet ready to admit he wants more.” I didn’t know what to answer. He was right on the money like he was able to read my mind. -“I still want to make you mine, boy! My poz cum will wait for you. Just hit me up when you’re ready.” he added. -“Yes, sir!” was all I could manage to respond. I had this urge to jump on a flight and go get his dirty seed. But I was so conflicted I just couldn’t handle a simple conversation. That evening, I just spent a few hours searching pozzing videos. I jerked off like a mad man, sniffing poppers, until I shot a huge load to this video: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/35127/pozzing-the-neg-bottom/ The guilt came back almost instantly as I was holding my still hard dick. I jumped in the shower and took my daily pill again, thinking it was just a slip up and that it wasn’t too serious. In the following weeks though, I realized that there was no going back. I went back to BZ and BBRT and I caught myself looking specifically for undetectable and poz guys. Somehow, it wasn’t enough for me not to know the guys’ status anymore, and I was avoiding guys on PrEp. I wasn’t confident enough yet to express what I was looking for however, neither to other guys, nor to myself. The guilt was slowly fading. After all, I was still on PrEp myself. I felt that I could have all the twisted thoughts and fun I wanted because PrEp was here to make it all okay at the end of the day. I got fucked by a few undetectable guys, probably a few poz guys too in a bathhouse. I even voluntarily missed a day or two of PrEp from time to time to give me the feeling of higher risk, but I wasn’t ready to drop it altogether again. As great as BBRT is, it still wasn’t providing me with what I wanted. Just a couple chasing bottoms who wanted to get fucked along side me, and a few tops I think were into pozzing but that I couldn’t manage to be straightforward with. I slowly understood that I would never jump by myself and that I needed to be guided. Or pushed. Fast forward three months ago, I was informed that I would be travelling to a conference happening on the West Coast. It was going to be my first time there and I was excited to discover a new place - and mostly its darkrooms and sex clubs. My city doesn’t have sex clubs and darkrooms unfortunately, as it is prohibited to sell alcohol in places where you can have sex. I like bathhouses but I’m always bothered by the fact that you have to undress and walk around in a towel. Sex clubs and darkrooms feel more organic to me when it comes to sex. Thinking I should just try and line up some guys already, I set up a travel schedule on BBRT. It took less than ten minutes to get a WhatsApp message -“Hey boy! Just saw that you’ll be visiting soon! I know we haven’t been in touch much but just know that my poz dick is ready for you if you want it! I know I want you! Cheers!”

Part 8 I didn’t know what to think. I guessed those guys must have been undetectable. I thought about all those moments I freaked out after that night in Paris. I thought that I was a fucking moron to take so much risk and swore to myself a hundred times that I would never again be this stupid. It was one thing to just fuck around mindlessly or even fantasizing over text messages with a poz top, but actively and knowingly taking poz loads was a whole other business. I was still insanely turned on thinking about my night at Le Next, but was completely disgusted and scared at the same time. How in the world did I get away with it for so long and never catch anything? I had gone for that routine check up, fully expecting to find out I was poz, but when all my results came back negative, I felt a huge sense of relief. My doctor wrote me a new prescription for PrEp, after almost four years off. I took the prescription, folded it and tucked it into my pants’ back pocket. I made my way directly to the pharmacy to pick up my little blue pills, and on my way home though, I felt a bit strange. I had dropped PrEp for a while. I was fully conscious of the risk I was running but I had never had such a close call, at least that I knew of. My mind was spinning constantly around the idea of chasing but I dismissed it almost immediately. Actively looking for poz loads was a step too far when it comes to where I was willing to go. At least I thought so at the time. That evening, I took my first blue pill in almost four years. I then stayed pretty quiet for a few weeks, with just the occasional hook up here and there. I had not logged in on neither BBRT nor BZ for a while, probably scared I would be lured away from my resolution to not fall deeper into it. I was holding well on my resolution to stay away from trouble, until that one Saturday evening. I was preparing for a quiet night at home. It was March, almost the end of the winter, but it was definitely still super cold and I was in no mood to bury myself into a pile of clothes in order to dig my way through the snow. I had made myself comfortable on my couch, wearing some old grey sweatpants, my favourite soccer jersey and some socks. I had been lying around the house all day and was a bit bored. It was probably about 9pm when my phone vibrated. It was a WhatsApp notification from my sexting buddy on the West Coast. We hadn’t been in touch for about two months. I had tried to not contact him because I knew it would encourage me back into my old ways. I opened the message and it was just a link to a video. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ I instantly became hypnotized by the video. I had stayed away from porn too and the few hook ups I had recently had not really been satisfying. The video just lit me up in a matter of seconds. My dick got hard almost immediately and I started rubbing it frantically over my sweatpants. I watched it maybe ten or fifteen times, digging my poppers out my drawer where they had been left untouched for two months. The rush of the poppers, the images, I knew from this moment it was too late. My phone vibrated again. -“Hey boy! It’s been a long time! Have you been avoiding me?”.

I hope the rest will live up to expectations! I took me a long time to write this part as I had to stop on a regular basis to jerk off.

Part 7 -“Bouge pas, on n’a pas fini avec toi! Tu vas juste être là pour nous!” (“Don’t move, we’re not done with you! You’re only here for us!”). I was already panting and breathing heavily. Those guys were going hard on me and I was already exhausted after just maybe half an hour of action. But I knew there was more in store for me. In between two breaths, I started thinking about what he had just said. “Loaded cum”. Those words were slowly making sense in my foggy mind. It wasn’t yet fully computing in my brain. But I didn’t get the time to think as I felt another dick sliding in my sloppy hole. The guys had switched places and I was now sucking on the dicks that had given me my first two loads. They were still fully hard and I could taste the remainder of their cum. The rest was deep in my ass. The scent of their sweat was quite powerful and driving me crazy. With the new arrangement, I could figure out what those two looked like. They were probably both in their early forties, fit without being muscular. One was quite hairy and the other completely smooth, with a tattoo circling his navel. Their faces were too dark for me to see and only their voices would indicate to me the state of frenzy agitation they were in. The smooth guy was thrusting in my mouth, holding the back of my head. I could see that tattoo moving back and forth, slowly regaining just enough clarity to realize it was a biohazard sign. His buddy behind me was drilling hard. The cum was dripping out of my hole, lubricating his dick in a sloppy mess. -“Sale pute, tu vas prendre ta troisième dose!” (“Dirty whore, you’re gonna get your third load!”). The smooth guy in front stopped thrusting, and holding my face up -“Tu vas prendre la jute de mon pote, salope. Il va bien tasser ma plombe dans ton cul!” (“You’re gonna take my buddy’s load, slut. He’s gonna squeeze my loaded cum deep in your ass”) before spitting in my mouth. He was looking deeply in my eyes and I could see his face clearly for the first time. A bushy brown beard and two little green eyes. I could sense a little bit of cruelty in his look but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. -“Ouais, boss! Je veux être votre pute à plombe!” (Yeah, boss! I’ll be the dump for your loaded cum!”) I mumbled with my tongue out, just showing how hungry for cum I was. I received another spittle that I swallowed before opening my mouth again. I felt the guy behind me picking up the pace. My head was banging against that biohazard tattoo in front of me. They were talking to each other, encouraging him to breed me deep. My knees and back were aching from trying to maintain the same position but I kept arching my back to demonstrate how much of a good cumdump I could be. -“C’est une bonne petite pute ça! Vas-y, remplis-la!” (“That’s a good little whore! Go, fill him up!”). Planting himself deep inside my hole, I felt his dick throbbing four or five times. -“Prends ma dose, salope!” (“Take my load, slut!”) he said in a groan. I could feel my body drenched in sweat. I fell lying on my stomach, out of breath. The guy pulled out and I heard them walk away. I needed water but was too exhausted to move. I just stayed on the mattress in the middle of that room. My head was spinning, I wasn’t thinking clearly, and my vision was a bit blurry, but I could see a lot of action was happening around me. Guys getting sucked, others being fucked. I felt a dick sliding into my hole again. -“My turn! Been waiting for a long time!” the guy whispered to my ear in English. I didn’t even try to turn around and look at him. I just let him fuck and breed me. It was probably late because guys weren’t trying to hold their loads anymore like they usually do early in the evening. They just wanted to unload before going home and I was happy to help. Or I was probably just too tired to refuse. I got maybe four or five more loads, without the slightest idea of whoever gave them to me. I managed to get up laboriously with the help of the last guy to breed me. I was trying to collect my clothes. My t-shirt was completely drenched in sweat - and I think piss - and my sweatpants were stained with cum in multiple places. Trying to find my balance, I got dressed with the support of a stranger and made my way to the stairs. -“Told you I wasn’t too worried about…” he said before I left the room. I turned around to see it was the bartender. -“I can see I was right!” he added with a wink. I made my way up and caught a taxi. I was feeling dizzy and quite uncomfortable in my dirty clothes. I must have left a few cum stains on the seat. I got back to my hotel and slept through the day in my dirty jockstrap, without the energy to even shower before collapsing in bed. The next day, the words “loaded cum” were still resonating in my head. Were they really poz? How did I feel about potentially having just taken my first known poz loads? What was I supposed to do? Should I go for PEP? I googled the way to get it but it was a Sunday and I couldn’t figure out an easy way to do it. I decided not to do anything and jerked off in my hotel room a few times thinking of the previous night. I was scared as hell but also amazingly excited. A few months later, I tested negative during a routine visit. But I knew something had changed in me.

Part 6 I checked my coat. It was Friday night, I had been wearing suits and ties all week, and I was planning on getting dirty so I had slipped on a white t-shirt, a white Barcode Berlin jockstrap and some loose grey sweatpants with an old pair of Airmax. Definitely not the way Parisians dress to go out on Fridays! I sat at the bar and got a beer. I very rarely drink alcohol but I was feeling weird asking the bartender for a Coke. The place was pretty empty still, except for maybe four or five guys just hanging out. -“Disappointed?” the bartender said. -“Nah, wasn’t feeling lucky today anyway.” -“Don’t worry, the place will be overflowing in about an hour. -“Cool, let’s hope I’m still awake by then.” -“Come on, I think a lot of guys would be very disappointed if you weren’t around later” he said giving a quick look at my butt. -“I won’t be too worried for you” he added with a smile and a wink. I finished my beer and decided to go explore. I took the stairs to the basement, and almost tumbled my way down missing some steps due to the thick darkness. I entered a room with a few armchairs, and kept going until I found a smoking room and finally what looked like the play room. The room was painted completely black, with a large mattress covered in red fake leather at the centre. Some benches were put on the right side, while four or five private booths with glory holes could be found on the left side. Another red mattress was in the back of the room, separated by a black wall right across the sling. I was alone in there and it felt cold. I was almost spooked when a guy popped out of nowhere. He just had a nap and I figured that I might as well do the same until I could pick up some action. Signs were posted everywhere that sleeping in there was not allowed though so I just made my way back to one of those armchairs and dozed off. It did not take long before I was woken up by some voices. I had probably slept for about thirty minutes, and when I opened my eyes, the basement had filled up with guys. All types, all ages, all shapes. Maybe this would turn out to be a good night after all. I just made my way to the bathroom to take a piss, and throw some water on my face, before heading to the play room. It was still dark as hell and my eyes weren’t getting used to anything. I felt some hands diving directly into my pants right to my ass. I heard a deep voice tell me in French -“Bien dormi, garçon? On t’as vu dormir là-bas, on t’attendais.” (“Slept well, boy? We saw you sleeping back there, we were just waiting for you to join”). The voice was coming from a dark corner and I couldn’t make up any face or even figure out how many guys they were. -“Nous” (“We?”) -“Viens!” (“Come over”). I felt dragged gently by the arm to the mattress, while being handed a drink. I emptied the glass and I felt my t-shirt being slipped over my head. My head started to feel a bit dizzy and my body warmer in a good way. I was still completely in possession of my senses and capable of consenting to everything being done to me. My sweatpants were pulled down and I felt a warm tongue licking my hole wet while another was being pushed into my mouth. A few hands were exploring my body. I was thriving on the attention. I was feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also powerful and invincible all at the same time. My vision was slightly affected but I could start making out some figures in the dark red light. The guy in front of me looked average height, and quite skinny. I could see he had long hair pulled into a bun. His deep voice sounded mature. I thought I could see two other men by my sides, in addition to the one rimming my hole. I think they were all shirtless, wearing shorts or sweatpants. I wasn’t so underdressed after all. I felt a hand pushing my head down to a dick which I immediately swallowed. It was average size but already quite wet, either from precum or from other guys’ ass juices maybe. I heard them talking about me in French, about what they were about to do to me. I speak fluent French but some accents are a bit difficult to understand for me and I could not fully grasp the conversation. On the other hand, I didn’t care that much at that point, I just wanted to be used. A circle of guys who wanted to sneak a peek formed around us. I was being touched by so many hands but my four partners seemed like the possessive type as they kept pushing away anyone who tried to sneak into our action. The guy behind me switched from rimming to rubbing his dick against my hole -“Bonne chienne! Tu vas sentir ma grosse bite au fond de trou de salope!” (“Good bitch! You’re gonna feel my big dick deep in your slut’s hole!”). I was just able to moan but the guy in front just slapped my face while holding me by the neck -“Dis à mon pote que tu veux sa bite bien profond salope!” (“Tell my friend you want his dick deep, whore!”) -“Je veux sa bite bien profond!” (“I want his dick deep inside!”). Another slap -“On dit ‘S’il-vous-plaît monsieur’, chienne!” (“We say ‘Please, Sir’, bitch!”) - “”S’il-vous-plaît, monsieur!” (“Please, Sir!”) I couldn’t even finish my sentence that I felt the guy’s cock being rammed into my hole. Despite years of practice and use, I’m quite tight. I almost screamed but the leader kept my head firmly in place with his dick in my mouth. The guy on my left put a bottle of poppers under my nose and ordered me to sniff deeply, before pinching both my nostrils for a few seconds. I just felt that huge rush going through my body. I closed my eyes and arched my body, losing conscience of everyone else but the four guys currently taking care of me. I was still very aware that I was being fucked on all four in my jocks with my pants at my ankles, all exposed in the middle of a darkroom, and it was the best feeling ever! -“Bonne chienne qui aime la bite, ça!” (“That’s a good slut, enjoying dick!”). -“C’est pour ça que tu viens, salope? Prendre des bites dans le noir?” (“That’s why you’re here, bitch? To take dicks in the dark!”) I could smell the strong scent of the guys mixing, I could feel the sweat dripping on my back from the guy fucking me. The guy on my right stopped his buddy from thrusting, shot his load onto his dick, before telling him to go again. It wasn’t long before he shot his load deep inside, using his friend’s cum as lube. That’s when I heard one of them say -“Voilà, de la plombe pour la chienne!” (“There, some loaded juice for the bitch!”) while thrusting in and out slowly.

Looking back, I feel exactly like that