DirtyFckr

🔥🔥😈 I love this one too. Still obsessed with the first one and I go back to it very often!

Part 5 I froze for just a few seconds. It was finally out. He had said it clearly. I was confused. I had been extremely attracted to this guy for years, he had gotten me super horny, and awakened something in me. I just answered -“Yes, Sir! I want your poz dick inside me!” There we were. -“Good boy” he just said. -“I’ll leave you with this”, he added, sending me a link to a video on a site I didn’t know yet: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27218/pozitive/ I clicked on the link and there it was. The fantasy I had never known I had being played right before my eyes. A beefy and hairy top, verbal domination with a deep voice. And the strong will to share his DNA with that lucky bottom. I watched it maybe fifty times, constantly sniffing poppers, and jerking frantically until my dick hurt. That video was an illumination for me. It turned me on so much but I was still scared of following that new instinct. In the following weeks, I not only kept coming back to the video, but I also started looking for more videos like this one. “Poz”, “pozzing”, “toxic”, “verbal”, etc. All the key words I could think about. I would spend hours searching and created quite an impressive collection. I had no idea the Internet was so full of those. I even skipped hitting the bathhouse a few times because I preferred looking for poz videos instead. I kept hooking up a lot, but I knew there was something missing. I started avoiding guys who displayed “Neg+PrEp”. I would even completely avoid the conversation on status, afraid they would tell me they were on PrEp. I was fine just not knowing at this point. I also kept hitting all the sleaziest places I could find. My guy from the West Coast was also encouraging me by sharing all the pozzing videos he could and telling that it would be “how he would take care of me”. Fast forward a few years. While on another trip in Paris, I found a bar called “Le Next” in the 1st arrondissement, a place with a pretty big darkroom in the basement. I had been on a European tour for two weeks, jumping from planes to meetings with no time to breathe at all. I had displayed my very serious and professional self for the entire time. I don’t think that by just looking at me, talking to me or even knowing me in every day life anyone could really understand how much of a twisted pig I could become. Paris was the last leg of my trip and I had finally wrapped up my last meeting. It was Friday and I was only flying out on Sunday. I ditched my colleagues before dinner with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted to get bred that night. I arrived at the bar around 11pm. Looking at me in a somewhat puzzled way, the receptionist proceeded to inform me it was an LGBT space and that I was to expect some sexual action. Did I look that innocent? I told him was ready for that - oh boy, was I.

What a hot story!

The next parts may be a bit slower to come, I haven’t finished writing even part 5 😅

Part 4 We didn’t text everyday of course, we were living so far apart, we had our own lives, and we would just check in on each other from time to time, with occasional sexting and exchange of pictures and videos of our hookups. In the next few months following that last conversation with him, the words “poz loads” stuck in my head. I kept turning those in my mind, trying to understand why it had so much effect on me. I was thinking about it more and more when jerking off while watching porn and sniffing poppers. I had never really cared about guys’ status but I caught myself paying more attention to that detail on their BBRT profile. I still did not dare oinking the poz guys. I was probably too afraid. Finally, one Saturday evening, I was getting ready to hit the local bathhouse when I receive a message from my guy from the West Coast. I was still not fully dressed to go out and was just in my jockstrap and socks. -“Hey pig, what’s up tonight?” - “Getting ready to go to the bathhouse, what about you?” - “Just looking at those last pics you sent me, getting all horny” - “Oh yeah?” - “Yeah, thinking about all the dirty things I’d do to you…” I wasn’t in a rush, after all it was only 10pm, still plenty of time. -“What are you thinking?” - “Just how much I want to make you mine” while sending me a live pic of his perfect hard dick. I felt intrigued and excited and started playing with my dick without even really noticing. -“What do you mean by making me yours?” I asked, starting to feel where this was going. -“Just marking you. You’re lying on the bed, on your back. I’m on top of you, the tip of cock just rubbing on your wet hole. I’m pushing gently, the tip my dick covered in precum enters slowly. I’m asking you if you’re sure.” -“Sure of what Sir?” -“If you’re sure you want my unmedicated poz dick inside…”

I post as I write so it may be a bit slow 🙂

Part 3 He lived on the West Coast, literally on the other side of the continent from me. Definitely my type from his description, athletic white guy without being overly buff, about 5’10 and a nice thick dick though not excessively long. Just perfect. I - 5’8, athletic, tight ass - was apparently his type too. Our kinks were very in tune, him a dominant verbal top, me as a sub bottom pig. Too bad a literal continent was separating us. We kept chatting however, exchanging numbers and keeping in touch. His profile mentioned he was undetectable. I didn’t pay too much attention to it at the time, until a few months later, he started to ask me questions over text messages about me taking any load from any one. Again, I was not actively chasing, just getting off on taking risk. He kept pushing his questions until he told me “if we met, how would you feel if I dropped my meds?” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I most likely had taken poz loads before of course, but had never really thought about proactively going after it. It threw me off a bit and said I didn’t know. I felt a bit of excitement though just thinking about it. He just told me to “forget about it… for now”, and we just called it a night.

It’s coming! 🙂

Thanks man, starting to get there!

Part 2 When I accidentally discovered bareback fuck, I also found BBRT. I was mostly using Grindr and Scruff then, and this site opened a whole new world to me. With PrEp not a thing at the time, most guys on apps were still very reluctant to drop the condom. I was very shy and scared of people’s judgement so it was difficult to be forward with them about wanting raw dicks and loads, especially in a small community. BBRT definitely allowed me to find guys who would not beat around the bush and know they only want to breed me. It was definitely a great education for me. I would get messages from guys all around the world who would make me discover new things, new kinks, new perversions. I went from vanilla to fully realized pig in a matter of months, trying (and loving) sneakers and socks play, sniffing sweaty hairy pits, piss, leather, groups, etc. The socks, sneakers and pits stuck and I still get so turned on with guys wearing wet sweaty crew socks in hot sneaks. Everything was still pretty innocent (somehow) until I get a message on BBRT from this guy on a Saturday night in 2015.

Part 1 I started barebacking by accident 8 years ago, when a fuckfriend of mine at the time broke a condom while fucking me. He just didn’t stop and gave me my first load. I never used a condom again. I started hooking up, taking all the dicks and loads I could find. After a few years, I was lucky enough not to catch anything. PrEp became a thing. My doctor got me on it, and while it definitely provided me with mind relief for a while, I knew there was something missing. That’s when I discovered BZ, and slowly started thinking about dropping PrEp. In the next few years, I kept hooking up like a mad man, becoming less and less selective about who would load me. I would miss doses of PrEp, more and more. Until I finally dropped PrEp completely, and got my sex drive to crazy levels. I just thrived and got off on risk. I also discovered bathhouses, darkrooms and sex clubs, and would explore any sleazy place I could find, especially when travelling to Europe and the US, sometimes spending hours in some dark corners with my pants at my ankles taking uncountable dicks and loads, with my bottle of poppers ready in my hand to give me the extra boost to take what was coming. Poppers just makes me beg for dicks and loads and if a guy puts a bottle of it under my nose, there won’t be much resistance. I remember entire nights spent at Slammer in LA, GI Joe in Montreal, or Bunker in Paris, on all four in just my jocks and sneakers, sometimes blindfolded, just taking loads after loads. I would feel the cum dripping down my legs on my way back to my hotel, and I stained more than one bus seats with loads and ass juices. And somehow after all those years and hookups, I still managed to slip through the cracks and not get anything. I was definitely not actively chasing, it seemed all too twisted to me, and kind of felt invincible. But things may be about to change soon.

DirtyFckr 😉

Athletic sub bottom cum addict pig looking for tops for 1 on 1 or groups. Groups, outdoor, sneakers, socks, pits, sport gears, etc. Open and willing to experience new things too! Love sniffing sweaty socks, sneakers and pits, after a good workout. Love verbal dom agressive tops, choking, being stripped down to my jocks, being blindfolded, poppered up and used.

Athletic sub bottom cum addict pig looking for tops for 1 on 1 or groups. Groups, outdoor, sneakers, socks, pits, sport gears, etc. Open and willing to experience new things too! Love sniffing sweaty socks, sneakers and pits, after a good workout. Love verbal dom agressive tops, choking, being stripped down to my jocks, being blindfolded, poppered up and used.

Love it! Got me instantly hard! Love fucking in trainers

Missing those crazy nights in Montreal, taking any dicks coming my way at GI Joe

OMG yes! 😞

I saw it too late and I could not edit anymore! lol. The mix in the metric and imperial systems in Canada still confuse me sometimes haha

(2/2) I’m on my back, in my jocks, feet up. This beefy guy gets in. Maybe in his fifties, huge nipples, furry pecs and a bit of a belly. I can’t see his face against the red light behind him. He smells strongly of sweat and cum which turns me on. I can tell he’s been fucking sloppy holes before as I feel his dick is all slimy with cum when he slides it in me. I hear a big sigh and a grunt and he picks up the pace, choking me while thrusting deeper and deeper. My fuckbud is holding my head as he orders me to take another sniff of poppers. I see can that they’re looking at each other from time to time. He’s about to finish when I see 2 or 3 guys entering the room. “Another load in the bank, boy” as the beefy guy shoots his cum deep in me. My ass had never been this sloppy before. Another guy lines up his dick with my hole before entering in one thrust. His dick is a lot bigger than the beefy guy’s. He looks tall, blond or ginger for what I can see, muscular bod. This one leans forward and I get my first kiss of the night. He stands back up and he’s brutal as fuck. He exchanges looks with my fuckbud before shooting his load. It must be load five or six. I lost count a while ago. Guys keep entering the room, fucking me and dropping their loads. I can’t take it anymore, my hole is fucking raw but I don’t even have the energy to resist or get up. I’m starting to regret realizing my fantasy of being whored out and missing my bed. My fuckbud keeps providing poppers. I don’t know how long I’m there for nor can I figure out how many guys passed by after the tall ginger guy. 1, 2 or 6 maybe? I just can tell between whiffs of poppers that my fuckbuddy is exchanging looks with each of them as if he’s giving consent for something. Finally, the last guy leaves. “It’s my turn now, boy! I’ve been jerking my dick this whole time, watching you taking dick like a champ”. My fuckbud shoves his dick right in. At this point, I barely feel it anymore. He’s fucking me like a mad guy, his face all contorted with the excitement he’s been building up for the past few hours. He picks up the pace until he stops. His dick still in me, he leans forward down to my ear. “I saw the changes you’ve made to your profile on BBRT, dirty little fucker. I know what you want and I know you’re still not sure. At first, I was mad for not telling cause you’re putting me at risk. But then I figured the best way to punish you would be to give it to you. I counted 8 loads tonight without mine. I can tell you at least 2 of those were toxic”. My head is turning. I’m scared as fuck, I’m regretting what I’ve done but I’m just to exhausted to even answer. I can’t know which ones are fatal. “I can see in your eyes you’re scared, boy. Don’t worry, it was just a matter of time before you went through with this by yourself anyway.” He picks up the pace, I can hear the sloppy noise the mix of loads is making as he fucks me. I just want it to be over now. “Take my load, boy!” as he’s finally shooting what I hope will be my last load of cum for the night. “It may be my last neg load as well boy, but it was well worth it”.

(1/2) I’d like to share another part of my chasing path. One of my biggest fantasies has always been to give control to someone for them to whore me out as they liked. I had some great experiences in the past, getting some attention in bathhouses and sex clubs, but I had never truly relinquished the control to the will of a top. I was probably about 29 or 30 at the time and this took place before my Paris adventures. Standing at a humble but athletic 5’8, with my regular workouts maintaining a tight body and ass. I had been playing with this fuckbuddy of mine for a while. We met through BBRT and he had given me a good share of his loads in few months. His status on BBRT was set to “ask me” but we had never discussed it. And I was still on PrEp at the time so I didn’t really care. The only thing he told me was that he was not on PrEp himself. Fast forward a few months later. I had been lurking around BZ for a few years, with the idea of chasing slowly making its twisted way into my perverted mind. I was reading the forums avidly until I finally accepted the fact that I wanted to start chasing. I finally dropped my PrEp without telling any of my fuckbuds but started to insert some hints on my BBRT profile as I still was not entirely comfortable with letting the world know of what I really wanted. Probably because I was not upfront about it, I did not get lucky, while still taking loads here and there. In this whole process, I was still torn though and while I got really excited about the risk, I was still scared to death about it. I wanted it but was still not 100% sure I wanted to go through with it and I was maybe unconsciously avoiding those crucial encounters. A few months later, Friday evening, I just had dinner with friends and I’m lying in bed. It’s a very low-key evening and I’m almost ready to go to sleep at midnight when I get a text message. It’s my fuckbuddy, he’s feeling horny and wants to hit the bathhouse which is right next to my place. He wants me to go with him and take a few loads there. Until now, we’ve only played one-on-one so it takes me less than 5 minutes to slide into some sweatpants and a t-shirt and meet him at the bathhouse. He’s about 5’12, blond, hot furry dadbod – definitely not fit but I like it –, slightly older than me. He’s usually very sweet but when I meet him, he acts a bit different. Instead of a hug, I get pushed right into the building and his eyes look a bit strange. He definitely smells like alcohol and I’m also wondering if he’s high. He pays for my cover and we get into the locker room. He watches me undress with a grin on his face, and I think I can see him drooling. I’ve never liked this specific bathhouse. I’ve never had a lot of fun there by myself but I’m thinking it will be different with some company. As I lock my stuff, my fuckbuddy drags me around the dark corridors. I don’t have time to see what’s happening. My fuckbud has an objective which is the centre of the labyrinth. We get there and in the darkness, I can figure out that a few guys are already fooling around. He throws me against a wall, gets behind me and immediately puts a bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a good sniff, boy. You’ll need it tonight. Don’t think you’ll be going home before sunrise. I’ve been thinking about your hole all week long.” I take a deep whiff and he shoves his cock right up my hole. I don’t know if he at least used spit but it fucking hurts. Both the pain and the poppers are making my head spin. My screams are getting us attention and I feel a few hands running on my body. Some guys are feeling my hole to make sure we’re fucking bare. My fuckbud is picking up the pace, I already can’t stand it but he’s holding me tight against the wall. “Get ready for load number one”. He screams while I feel his cock throbbing as he shoots his first load deep in me. I’m trying to catch my breath. My hole is on fire but my fuckbud is still hard up my ass. I’m hoping I’ll get a break. “That’s only the beginning, boy. I’m gonna share you now with any guy I want here and the last load you’ll get will be mine”. No time to recover, I get another whiff of poppers and my fuckbud pushes a guy against my back. The guy scoops the drops of cum running down my legs with his dick before sliding it deep in my hole in one thrust. I feel my fuckbud’s hand on my neck, bending me over to shove his dick still hard and covered in cum in my mouth. I hear something like “Breed my boy” and it seems like I’m getting load number two. My top lines up a few guys after that. Some breed me, some just fuck me for a little while before packing up. After maybe 3 or 5 guys, I feel dizzy from the poppers and my legs are weak. My fuckbuddy drags me to a sling in a red-lit corner of the labyrinth. “Your legs will get a bit of rest, and now I want you to see who's fucking you”.

Next time I’m around we should hit Bunker together!

Fuck man!! Hot!

I think I tried the Keller 2 years ago but tried a few so I’m not sure. I had a few loads in one quite small bar with a multiple story basement with super narrow staircases. Was a bit scary but was just hot taking dicks with almost no control.

There are a few places in Paris that quite sleazy! I feel it's easier when I travel to Europe somehow?

I had one of the best times of my life there. Craziest night for me. I went back there a couple times after but nothing at that level! I highly recommend the place and for sure you’ll find me there on all four waiting for loads again!