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I’ve seen some great strip teases in my day, but I’ve never seen three guys strip another handsome hunk like Louis for an audience. These guys were masterful artists seductively unbuttoning, unclasping, opening, revealing, sliding each bit of fabric just so, just right and all to the cadence of the impassioned musical soundtrack. In my eyes Louis always looked amazing. But freshly stripped and framed by three statuesque hunks, Oh my God!!! The anticipation in his eyes was intoxicating all on it’s own. One by one the three knelt before Louis and took his growing member into their mouths. Then they spun him bent him over and chowed down on his ass. Fully prepped they guided him into the sling and asked him one at a time if he wanted their toxic sperm impregnating his body. Each time he responded more vigorously; “Fuck, Yeah!” An undertone of ‘boo’ seeped through the audience as they could see the guy with the smallest cock placing something on it. His back was turned so it looked like he was putting on a condom. When one audience member vocalized “What the hell?”. The smallest cocked stripper turned, jumped down into the crowd and moved around so all could see the cruel condom gracing his substantial member. When he returned to the stag he asked Louis, “Have you ever had one of these used on you?” “No.” Louis voice had a definite tone of concern. “I won’t use it unless you consent. But it will up your chances of getting knocked up to have your gut walls scraped up.” “Fuck, I don’t know.” Even more concern in Louis voice followed by pensive silence. “Fuck it, Fuck me! Tear my innards apart if that’s what it’s gonna take.” Louis screamed as the device ripped it’s way into him. No prolonged fucking was needed the tool was smeared with blood following the brief yet deep penetration. The cruel condom was removed as one of the other strippers moved his mouth to Louis’ ass. As if he was kissing the hurt better. 8” then plunged into Louis. It took a bit longer than usual but it did become clear the fuck had transition through the usual start up pain to great enjoyment for Louis. The slapping rhythm of their bodies was in perfect sync with the thumping soundtrack. After a significant amount of time and showmanship by the top he announced that he was now knocking Louis up. It was clear both of them were having amazing orgasms. Louis cum covering his chest and face. The 9” cock was next and waisted no time plunging into Louis wet and bleeding ass. Again, the slapping rhythm. Again, the cry of ecstasy as this top pumped his poison seed deep into my lover Louis. Louis only hesitated a short moment to adjust to the magnitude of the 11” erection. As if chanting this tops deep booming voice began to engage with the audience. “Most of you didn’t raise your hand’s as to being negative. Raise your hand if you are poz.” Everyone else proudly extended their arms. “Keep your arm up if you are not medicated and therefore toxic.” Three arms remained up. “Keep your hand up if you want to add your toxic babies to this handsome cum slut chaser.” All three hands stayed up and they were invited to the stage where 8” and 9” helped them out of every stitch of their clothing. One by one they were given a chance to impregnate Louis. One by one they were sandwich fucked as they pounded Louis’ bleeding ass. The 11” cocked stripper was the last to spray Louis’ bleeding gut walls with his radioactive male liquids. 7 highly toxic loads marinated in his happy but exhausted ass before we returned to our hotel room. Our romantic weekend rushed to an end and we parted knowing it would be another 6 months before we could share in pleasuring each other’s body other than through video chat. Louis refrained from getting bred for the first three of those months and waited expectantly to awake with fuck flue one day. That day did not come. He then went for testing. Negative. He had it repeated three times, Neg, neg, negative! He was beyond despondent and begged me to go off my meds. He had become even more insistent that he knew I had to be the man to convert him to HIV Positive. I was convinced no one could convert him. His system had to be 💯 % resident.

It took many months of planning, but as soon as I let Mauricio in on my desire to plan a posing orgy for Louis, he was 110% on board. The event would occur in Las Vagas on the night of Valentine’s Day. Fuck roses, and chocolates, my man wanted toxic poz cum and our goal was to fill him with close to a gallon. Louis had no idea. All he knew was that I had planned a romantic weekend in Sin City. We flew in on the afternoon of Friday the thirteenth. His flight from the south landed only a half hour before mine from the north. We hailed a cab, went directly to our hotel and proceeded to fuck all night like the lovers we were that had been apart for 6 months. We awoke famished and ordered a room service breakfast in bed. The bellboy that brought it to our room was just too sumptuous looking, so we promised him a big tip and had him join us in bed before he served us our food. We both ate out his ass. He was not surprised or disappointed to find both of ours full of delicious cum. The sex that followed was quite quick with him fucking me as Louis fucked him. I sucked Louis’ cum from the bellboy’s ass and then we enjoyed the feast off scrambled eggs, pancakes, and grits. The final course was the leftover Canadian maple syrup. There was enough for all three cocks. I couldn’t cum again so soon but was rewarded with both their sweet loads as I cleaned their cocks. Oh, the advantage of youth. Louis and I spent a low key day wondering ‘the strip’, hanging by the hotel pool, and frequently napping spooned naked in each other’s arms. Mauricio and I had arranged to have him be Louis and my server at the intimate little restaurant I took Louis to for our romantic Valentine dinner. Louis had heard a great deal about Mauricio but had never met or seen a picture of him. Of course their was an expensive bottle of wine, roses and chocolates, but, Louis’ special gift began after the meal when he excused himself to go to the bathroom. Right on cue, Mauricio followed him and shocked Louis by peeing into the one urinal together. Never one to pass up a sizable cock, and we learned that night Mauricio’s was, Louis was quickly on his knees licking off the last of Mauricio’s piss drops. Mauricio wasted no time in getting Louis leaned against the vanity and raw fucking Louis’ more than willing ass. Another customer entered through the bathroom door in time to hear Mauricio groan; “Fuck yeah …. pumpin ya full of toxic cum man. Fuck, yeah … you better either be poz or on PreP.” Louis was beaming as he returned to our table but didn’t say anything. As I paid the bill I introduced Mauricio to Louis. Louis blushed bright red and confessed they had already just met, so to speak. Our next stop was a private exclusive gay men’s club. There were only eight guys in the audience to watch the evening entertainment. Three gorgeous hunks did the most amazing, synchronized strip tease. There was no hint of modesty as the revealed semi hard cock’s appeared full frontal as their G-strings flew over our heads. The dance was far from finished as they each stroked themselves to full erection. 8”, 9” and 11” respectively. It took the longest time for them to turn and display their magnificent asses, but when they did, we also saw they sported matching biohazard tattoos on their left cheeks. The audience went wild! When quiet was restored the one with the biggest cock proclaimed with his booming base voice; “This being Valentine’s we have a special gift for one lucky guy in the audience. One night only we are going to invite him to join us here on stage and proceed to breed him with our three highly toxic loads.” Right on cue a leather sling descended middle stage. Once again it took awhile for quite to descend on the ecstatic crowd. Three hands were waving in the audience requesting to be the ‘lucky guy’. The booming voice continued. “We expected volunteers, that’s great. I have some questions and that last guy to still have his hand up at the end of the three questions get’s to be part of the show. Are you ready?” All three heads nodded. “1. Are you HIV negative?” All three hands remained up. “2. Are you not on PreP?” One hand dropped. “3. Are you already hosting a poz load? It’s the only lube we intend to use.” Louis compétitions voice rang out, ‘’Fuck man, I have three loads in me right now.” “That’s great, how many are poz?” “I honestly don’t know. We were at the bathhouse before coming to this show. I never ask." Speaking to Louis, “Your hand is still up. Does that mean there’s a poz load seeping into your gut walls right now?” Louis, “Yes sir.” “And you are chasing, you’re not on PreP?” “Never ever had one pill.” “So you could already be poz.” A statement from the deep voice, not a question. “I was tested three times before coming on this trip. Disappointed each time to get a negative result.” “You’re our man. Get up here on stage with us.” Louis stood and started to unbutton his shirt. The booming voice resumed, “We’re the strip tease experts. Get on up hear. We’ll take care of the rest."

I was feeling very guilty. Twice now Louis had orchestrated the fulfillment of my deepest darkest sexual fantasies and made them reality. The chance to be the cum dump bottom pig in energetic gang bangs. In all the time I had known him he had only asked one thing of me sexually; that I go off my meds so that I could infect him with my strain of HIV. That I be the one person to finally knock him up. But I could not bring myself to compromise my health in this way, even as much as I was deeply in love with him. I had started chatting on this site with a very sexy Latino, Mauricio. Many guys on here in my experience don’t want to chat a lot, they just want to get right to fucking and breeding. I get that, but I’m a writer, and I live in a place that doesn’t offer very many chances to ‘hookup’, so I love to chat. This sexy Latino felt the same way and so hardly a day went by without us signing in and checking in. He often shared intimate details of his multiple hookups which gave me a fantastic vicarious sex life. When his sharing was particularly hot we would switch to a video call and I would jerk off as his torrid story was Cuming to it’s orgiastic climax. His profile status was ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell.’ I honoured his wish, but I certainly was curious. One day he was sharing about a hot bathhouse encounter where he without thinking shared his secret. Mauricio had spotted a cute young twink at the slurp ramp and maneuvered himself to the required hole to have the twink’s mouth service and harden his piss tool. After a considerable time the twink looked up to Mauricio and mouthed, “I have a room, come fuck me.” Mauricio followed and when the door closed their towels dropped and they had a ten-minute full body make out session. Then the twink turned to lean against the wall instructing, “Now, please fuck me now!” Mauricio dropped to eat out and stretch the twink’s hole to moans and groans of ecstasy. When he stood and lined up his raw cock with the twink’s spit sloppy hole the twink instructed, “The condoms are right there.” Mauricio seductively teased the twink’s hole with his raw cock head and whispered in his ear. “I don’t use those.” “Oh fuck! I want it in me so bad. I need it! But I’ve never been fucked bareback. Please, just this once, use a condom.” The twink pleaded. Mauricio stepped away, grabbed his towel and reached for the door ready to leave. “What are you doing?” cried the twink. “I’m leaving. No hard feelings” responded Mauricio. “No, no, don’t leave.” Grabbing Mauricio’s still hard cock. “I want this. I need it. Truth is I really do want it naked. I want to feel it raw inside me. Please fuck me.” “Are you sure?” Mauricio questioned. “Absolutely. I want you to be my first. Please don’t leave. Stay and fuck me baredback. Fuck, you’ve got me so fuckin horney!” Mauricio threw the twink down on the bed, lifted the young man’s legs over his shoulders and lined his big raw cock up with the twink’s winking hole. “Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you want this stranger’s raw cock up your vulnerable ass?” “Push it in. I want to watch the first naked cock slide in me. Fuck yeah, this is so fuckin hot!” In his chat with me Mauricio confessed the thoughts that were going through his mind as he penetrated the twink. ‘This stupid kid should know better. He doesn’t know me from a hole in the ground and he hasn’t asked the most crucial question. If he gets to it I’ll be honest and pull out.’ Mauricio took his time sinking in balls deep and when he got there thought, ‘OK, here we go’ and proceeded to pound the young man. The twink was very verbal with his enjoyment and kept pleading. “I love it, harder please, harder!” So, Mauricio just fucked harder and harder. Almost breathless the twink proclaimed in ecstasy,” Fuck, I’m going to have to get on PreP. I never want a condom in me again.” Mauricio found this the opposite of a boner killer and proclaimed, “You are negative and not on PreP and this is your first bareback sex.” “Yeah, so fuckin hot isn’t it, I’m so close to cumming and I haven’t even touched my cock.” The twink. By now Mauricio was so close to cumming himself that he asked in desperation. “Do you want me to pull out?” “Of course not.” From the naïve twink. “I’m positive.” Mauricio As the twink’s cock blasted and his ass contractions milked the cum out of Mauricio the twink groan, “Argh, fuuuccckkkkk!! So fuckin hot. Fuck yeah. Breed me, breed me deep.” When they had regained their breath the twink was first to speak. ”Thank you, thank you so much.” He reached down an retrieved a finger of Mauricio’s fresh cum from his ass and tasted it. “My first breeding and it’s medicated poz cum, so sweet, so fuckin hot! Thank you.” “Who said anything about being medicated?” Mauricio asked. The reality not sinking in the twink calmly stated; “You wouldn’t have fucked me bareback if you knew you were toxic. And you wouldn’t have bred me.” “I asked if you wanted me to pull out.” Shock now took over the twink’s face. “I have your toxic cum filling my ass. My first bareback fuck and I could be knocked up. Are you kidding me?” “You didn’t ask. That’s on you.” “Holy fuck! I’m scared shitless now!” “You have time to get to a clinic and get treatment.” “You’re right, and truth be told I’m so fuckin turned on. Look how hard I am even though I just shot the biggest load hand’s free.” “Then fuck your next load into me.” Mauricio asked. “Holy fuck, that’s so hot. I’ve never fucked anyone bareback and my first is going to be into an unmedicated poz aas.” They flip fucked for the next three hours with the door open. The twink took in five more strangers loads, no questions asked. I now knew Mauricio’s HIV status and started to broach the topic with him of a scheme to fulfill Louis’s desire to get knocked up. If I couldn’t bring myself to fulfill his wish with my cum then the least I could do would be to engineer a situation to up his chances. It became clear Mauricio had the connections and willingness to help me make this a reality.

My next trip to Mexico and ongoing romance with Louis was idyllic. Or as perfect as a romance with a much younger gay escort and married silver daddy could be. We settled into a very comfortable routine. When he returned from his evening of work we would make sweet love. Fall asleep in each other’s arms. Wake with fun pillow talk. Join hubby for breakfast and the three of us walking naked on the beach. Then Louis would head off for his day of work with one to three ‘clients’. Hubby and I would enjoy a nice lunch together and then share a few games of cards with the mostly straight couples that had become our circle of friends in our hotel over the many years we had been wintering in this quaint beach community. If they had questions about our unique marriage arrangement they never asked. At the beginning of week three Louis and I had our very first fight. Out of the blue one morning he proclaimed that if I loved him I would quit taking my meds and give him my ‘love child’, HIV. I had not seen this coming and I was floored. “I thought you neither knew nor cared about your status.” My tone was clearly on the defensive. “I got tested before you came down. As hard as it is to believe with all the unknown loads I’ve taken over the years I tested negative. I didn’t believe it so I repeated the test three times, all negative.” “You must be resistant Louis; that’s a wonderful thing. You won’t be dependant on taking drugs every day like me.” “But I love you and I want to be just like you. I want to get it from you.” “Look Louis, you are free to think and feel whatever you want. God knows I won’t judge you. But please don’t ask me to go off the drugs that keep me healthy. Besides I don’t see infecting you as an act of love, far from it.” “I knew it Phil, you don’t love me enough to claim me as yours.” “Fuck you, Louis! Who doesn’t love who enough? At first I thought you were chasing me to be your sugar daddy. Now I see you just want my HIV!” I bolted from his bed and back to hubby. I sulked for the next three days. Hubby just gave me my space. No questions. At bedtime on the fourth day there was a desperate nock at our hotel room door. It was Louis. His eyes were red and puffy, clearly he’d been crying. I was going to slam the door shut but hubby spoke up. “I don’t know what you two are fighting about but you better work it out whatever it is. I’ll see you in the morning Phil.” Louis and I walked the beach for hours. For the first hour not a word was shared. Stone cold silence. Louis was the first to crack confessing he had not been thinking about the potential health risks of me going off my meds. I thanked him for understanding and confessed my words had been too harsh. I knew he really did care about me all along. I can’t really remember what we talked about for the rest of the night but we cuddled into each other’s arms to watch the sun rise together the next morning. During the rest of the stay the topic of HIV was never raised again. Nor was it raised in our weekly zoom sex after I returned home. The following summer Louis came to Canada to spend two weeks with me at a clothing optional gay campground. My trailer was bright and spacious and across the road from the large saltwater pool. We stripped out of our clothes the moment I backed the trailer into our site and didn't put anything on until it was time to drive away at the end of the two idyllic weeks. The other guys at camp were very friendly, flirting with the two of us daily. But we only had eyes for each other, or at least that’s what I thought until the middle of our second week. Our routine had settled in quickly. We made love first thing in the morning. Louis bred me before our afternoon nap and we ended the day with sex, a quick shower and slept spooned in each other’s arms. That’s why I was so taken by surprise on my birthday. Louis cooked me a wonderful meal and instead of desert invited me out in front of the trailer. There he proceeded to coat each of us in a liberal amount of whipping cream. We began by licking it off of each other’s bodies and right on cue other men from the camp began arriving and joined in the whip cream feast. When a dozen guys had joined in I was hoisted onto shoulders and carried to the outdoor sex play area. I was secured into the sling and one after the other each guy raw fucked me and kept at it until they pumped their birthday gift load deep inside me. With my hole dripping to overflowing Louis was the last to take his turn. Every on of the other’s stayed to watch the conclusion of my birthday fuck. When he groaned his climax, they cheered and sang happy birthday. I don’t know where he had found time to set up this celebration, but, as he well knew, he couldn’t have given me a better birthday present.

The first thing to catch my eye on awaking was Louis’ beaming face and twinkling eyes. This new day I was greeted by the sweetest kiss before he spoke; “Thanks for last night. It was incredible!” “Incredible indeed. I had the best sleep and the most wonderful dreams. Thank you.” I offered with a smile. Louis; “Where shall we go for breakfast? Or I could cook. I have eggs and bread.” “Oh my, that’s so sweet, but I have to get back to my hubby. He’ll be worried, I haven’t stayed away the night since coming here.” Louis; “But I thought you have an open relationship?” “We do. But it is mostly for me and my needs, so I try not to rub it in his face. I try to keep my sexual dalliances discreet. This is going to take some delicate explaining having changed the rules. It’s always just been sex before, little to no emotional involvement. I suspect he’ll notice the shift.” I was correct. Hubby was already in the hammock when I got back to our room. He was first to speak, there was no tone of anger in his voice, just a hint of sadness. “Good morning. What’s his name?” “Louis.” I decided to let him keep the lead. After a bit of silence he spoke; “So will you and I be going home separately?” “I don’t want that. Do you?” I now felt sad and guilty. “You’ve never gotten emotionally entangled before.” “You are correct. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see this coming.” I confessed. “Is he Mexican? Are you going to stay here with him?” “No. We have our shared life back at home. Louis is just a fling and a crush. A vacation romance at the most. But if that’s not ok with you I’ll have to end it right now with him.” “Can I meet him? Let’s the three of us have lunch.” Louis agreed to this, and he and hubby got along like ‘long lost friends’. I wasn’t totally surprised, but I was awe struck. After lunch hubby and I found a private place in the shade and had a long talk. Better than we had had in years. He spoke freely of things I had lived in fear of bringing up for a long long time. When he learned how much energy my commitment to discretion had cost me he actually apologized. He had not realized and felt badly he’d not thought to talk about how comfortable he’d gotten with our lack of sex and open relationship over the years. He had also anticipated that this time would come that I would become emotionally involved, that some guy would fall for me like he himself had. He’d sort of been dreading it, but now it had arrived, and now he’d met Louis he was actually relieved. For both our sakes he hoped this would be more than a vacation fling. He liked Louis and was now hoping we could find ways to invite him into our lives. It also helped that the relationship he pictured between Louis and myself would be a long distance relationship. Much like my relationship with my French fuck buddy that I had traveled with on occasion. I confessed I had not been giving hubby nearly enough credit. For the rest of our vacation Louis and I settled into a wonderful romance and shared much of our social time with hubby. Louis continued his message and escort business and frequently shared intimate details of his encounters as part of our pillow talk. Our hearts were breaking as we frantically fucked on my last day in Mexico. We promised each other we would find ways to get together frequently but we both knew the distance would prove to be too great a beerier. Hubby gave me my space as I grieved during the five-hour flight back to Toronto. To Louis and my surprise, we were able to have zoom sex once per week over the course of the next year. Part of the surprise was how satisfying it was. We learned that 90 % of sex is in the mind. One night we zoom linked when I was visiting my favorite bathhouse. It had been Louis’ idea. We were both naked, talking dirty, and jerking ourselves. It was all getting quite hot and heavy when he asked if the door to my room was open. “No!” I didn’t know what to think of his question. “Open it!” he encouraged. “But?” “I want to watch you have sex. Let’s share that. Please.” I could never turn down a request from him. I opened the door, and we continued our zoom sex. I was so into Louis and our sex chat that I didn’t see the two-muscle bear’s standing in my open door. One was darkly tanned and the other a freckled red-haired beauty. They were both fondling the cocks under their towels. The red head spoke first; “That must be some great porn you’re watching.” “Zoom sex with my boyfriend in Mexico actually.” It was the darkly tanned guys turn. “And with your door open! That’s an open invitation if I ever saw one.” Louis shouting; “Absolutely! Let me see them.” I turned the camara of my laptop so they also got a view of him in all his naked sexually aroused splendor. Without another word they were in my room and pulling the door closed. I took a moment to position my laptop for maximum view of the action on my bed. As I did this I checked with Louis, “Are you sure about this?” “Nothing could make this night better than watching these two beautiful bears breed your ass Phil.” “So, Phil’s a bareback slut. Stu, we’ve won the lottery tonight.” It was the redhead speaking. I wasn’t sure how I was feeling about this moving so quickly but it was pretty clear for the bears and Louis that this was game on. I was soon on my back with ‘Red’ chowing down on my hard on while Stu was reaming out my ass. Stu only stopped long enough to address Louis; “So lover, I have your permission to raw dog your bitch?” “Bare fuck and breed him. Give me a real show.” Stu’s cock was not only long but thick. The pain of penetration was intense and I thought I’d have to call this off but poppers were placed under my nose. Without thinking I inhaled deeply, my body flooded with an incredible warmth, my ass relaxed, and Stu’s man meat sunk into me balls deep. I was soon fed Red’s average size cock and I was now too busy to try and assess my comfort with the speed of this sexual transaction. I was also too preoccupied to even notice that Louis was receiving the show of a lifetime. I was eventually moved onto all fours and the bears switched places. Red’s average raw cock pounded my guts as I devoured Stu’s mammoth meat. I don’t know how many times they traded positions before Stu addressed Louis once again. “I’m getting ready to explode. Are you sure you want me to breed your boyfriend bitch?” “As he would say, Absofuckenlutely!”, Louis Stu collapsed on my back and I could feel a dozen spasms as my inner gut flooded with warmth. When Stu pulled out and lifted off Red took his place and without warning my second load of the evening was being delivered. Louis; “Show me your wet ass Phil. … yeah that’s it. I so wish this was joining these two bears loads up your ass right now.” His cock was volcanically spewing. Three blasts hit him in the face. Stu to me, “What’s your generous boyfriend’s name.?” Me, “Louis.” Stu, “So Louis, you ok with us taking your silver daddy to the public sling? We need to be sure he’s knocked up and needs help walking before he leaves this place tonight.” Louis; “To late to knock him up but be sure he gets a good raw gang bang. He’s wanted that for a long time.” Red, “That would be our pleasure. Besides maybe he could knock up some of our chaser friends.” Me; “To late for that too, been undetectable for decades.” Stu: “Shame, but let’s go. Less talk, more action.” I definitely needed Stu and Red’s assistance to walk four hour’s, 15 strangers’ raw fucks, and seven more load’s later. Louis had nailed and facilitated one of the top items on my bucket list, and he had done so from a couple thousand miles away.

Each morning after this I saw him on my early morning walk of the beach. He was usually picking up after or playing with his dog. I would smile and wave but didn’t want to reveal just how happy I was to see him. I hadn’t had a man crush in years! Bad boys had all created a magnetic draw, but a gay escort. I was embaraced. On the fourth day he was coming out of the water from a naked swim. The water dripping from his dark skin in the sunshine was intoxicating. He came directly over to me, pulling me into an embrace. “Hi stranger. Why have you been avoiding me?” he casually asked. Before I could respond he spoke again; “Do you have lunch plans? Why don’t we meet at “Q”? 12:30?” I didn’t even have time to answer before he bound off. Despite my concern about the agenda, I was at the restaurant by 12:20. As great as sex had been with him, I didn’t want to make paying for it a habit. Especially with a much younger guy from whom I was trying to hide my inappropriate feelings of attraction. He arrived at 12:35 wearing only a sarong. His body looked amazing. His first words stunned me, “I’m so glad you came. I really like you and want to get to know you.” “Um … ok” I stammered. Our lunch lasted two hours and the conversation was incredibly casual and natural. We talked about politics, religion, our childhoods, almost anything and everything but especially comparing notes on the male eye candy wondering down the main street of this beach community. As we got up to leave, he suggested we meet tomorrow for dinner before giving me a peck on the lips. This dinner date went better than the lunch and I wondered if I should offer to pay for a romp. It was tempting but I gave it a pass. The parting embrace and kiss was more passionate than the day before and we agreed to where we would meet for breakfast the next day. Once again, I was sure to arrive early, and I confess I was jealous when I saw him coming down the street with the hunky customer I’d seen him head off with about a week before. They parted with a passionate hug and his customer squeezing the escort’s ass cheeks. When he joined me at the table, he showed no self consciousness about what I had just observed. “Hi hon. Well, that was one long work night.” “He hired you for an overnight?” I don’t know why I repeated this and wondered if the jealousy sounded in my voice. Showing no concerns, he shared, “Yes, and boy he got his money’s worth. I’m exhausted.” I decided to be bold, “He needed to breed you that often? Sorry, you are a professional so don’t ‘kiss and tell’.” “Not at all, I love talking about my work. No, he was breeding me. Him and a couple of his friends.” “Fuck, so you really do have an ‘anything goes’ policy. Are you more top or more bottom, active or passive?” “I’m actually completely vers. 50/50. Love them both. Love breeding guys like you, and love mornings like this where I’m carrying a number of loads.” “You are going to have to stop talking or I won’t be able to continue to hide my hard on.” I warned. “Well than let’s go, and I can help you do something about that.” Said with his seductive wink. When I didn’t respond as I desperately tried to figure out the best response he again shocked me as if reading my mind. “I like you. I like you a lot. Don’t you like me.” “More than I care to admit. But I’m not the sugar daddy type.” I couldn’t keep a touch of anger from my tone. He tipped his chair over standing and hissed before bolting. “Fuck you! You think I just want your money!” I didn’t see him over the next week. I wasn’t avoiding him, but I suspect he was avoiding me. Then one night after the outdoor movie I came around the corner from an alleyway onto the main street and ran into him. Neither of us had been looking so this was a literal full body run in. As I tried to pull back, he wrapped me in a bear hug and planted a deep kiss on my lips. Before I could think our tongues were dancing. He took my breathe way. Without another word he grabbed my hand and towed me to his place. I must confess I didn’t put up a fuss or fight. As soon as the door was closed, he was ripping my clothes off. Literally ripping. Every fastened button of my shirt was now scattered across the floor. Naked I was tossed on the bed. Legs raised and his tongue recently dancing with mine was now probing my hole. Opened with tongue and fingers I was soon penetrated by his lovely raw cock. We kissed passionately as he made love to me. I loved the sight of his tattooed body possessing me missionary. I knew as I watched the blush of his shoulders and listened to the shift in his breathing that he was getting close. “Umph, funkin my cum into you Silver Daddy. Planting my love juice deep!” Had he really used the “L” word. I was too shocked to say anything. Eventually he pulled out and rolled over on his back. We lay side by side silently for the longest time. He was the first to break the silence. “I’m sorry I stormed off the other day. I guess it hurt so much because I have tried to seduce potential sugar daddies in the past. I have to be honest. But that’s not the case with you. Sorry, fuck, I don’t even know your name.” “Phil” I replied, “Your’s?” “Louis” “My turn to apologize Louis. I shouldn’t have said that.” I confessed. Louis; “No need to apologize. You had every right to be suspicious. I was mostly angry at myself. And that internal anger has just grown all week every time I saw you and was certain I had totally fucked up any chance to get to know you better.” “I haven’t had a man crush like I have for you in years, decades. I’m sorry.” Again my confession. “Wow! Again, no need to apologize. I’m totally flattered and wholeheartedly share the crush for you.” He followed this with a gentle full lipped kiss. When he pulled away; “Do you ever top Phil daddy? I need you to claim me.” I was on him in a flash. I was in him almost as quickly. “Hmmm, I see you are well lubricated. The best natural lube I assume?” “Awe … umm … yeah?” the first time I had experienced him as self conscious about his work. “How many guys have dumped in here where I am right now?” “Ever? Or just today?” he questioned. “Today?” “Four.” He wasn’t boasting, just stating a fact. “Ever?” I knew this was none of my business but couldn’t hold the nosy question in. He laughed; “A thousand, fuck, may two. I’m not just an escort, I’m a fuckin slut.” “God, I hate how much that turns me on.” Did I just blurt that with my outside voice? “I don’t want to keep any secrets from you Phil.” “Thanks, I’ll try and do the same for you Louis” We just shared a naked cuddle for the next five minutes. I was about ready to fall off to sleep when I heard Louis’ gentle voice. “Any questions? About my sexual past or my work?” “I hadn’t really given it any thought. I suppose I do wonder about PreP. I assume you must be on it.” “Then you would assume wrong Phil. This is Mexico and I don’t make that much. Although even if I could afford it I’m not sure I’d give up the excitement of playing Russian Roulette.” “That many guys have bred you, and you still aren’t poz?” “Honestly I don’t know, never been tested. Oh God, are you concerned I might have infected you? Of God, I’m so sorry Phil.” “Wow Louis, calm down. I’ve been poz, medicated and undetectable for about 20 years.” We melted into our third love making session of the night. I don’t know how often we played both rolls. He loved riding my big raw cock. I was spent but received another load from him before we fell asleep.

Thank you. I get such enjoyment from dreaming them up and sharing.

I would extend my stay with this isolated tribe an extra three months, I was so deeply captivated by their gentle generous spirits. The tremendous amount of uninhibited and deeply fulfilling sex was definitely another factor. Although I would have romps from time to time with other men in the tribe I lived with their king, and it was him who mostly dominated my body and consistently flooded my ass with his life generating sperm. If he could have gotten me pregnant, he would have many times over. He was a brilliant man and excellent teacher. He slowly and gradually taught me their language, and his capacity to learn and master English was astounding. He shared freely and taught me about all the intricacies of their sheltered culture. He even shared the secrets of how they protected themselves and kept themselves cut off from the outside world. Their deep spirituality and rituals had much to do with this. The one scout that patrolled the perimeters of their territory was a central and key player in their isolation strategy. On the rare occasion that he would come across an outside male he would dominate them with the ritual of fucking their faces and forcing them to drink his sperm. Unbeknownst to these men the fluids would travel to their brain and cause them to forget the location they had found the scout in the jungle. This is why it had taken many years of searching before the one guide I had used to happen upon the tribal scout. Even then the scout had observed these men many times over the years, but his mere proximity would veer their course away from him and the isolated community. When I asked why I had been treated differently I learned how I had been the first person ever to be brought into the isolated community and why. Legend was that if an outsider that had drunk the scouts sperm impregnated another with his sperm within proximity of the isolated village that impregnated individual would gain the power to find and infiltrate the tribe. Seeing my guide breed me, the tribal scout knew he must take action immediately. That is why he sexually dominated me and filled my ass with his magic sperm to control me so the tribe could determine if I was a threat or not. The first ritual of cum loads down my throat and up my ass was to flood me with the communal spiritual nature of the tribe. The months of my time with the King was their ongoing careful discernment of my intentions. The King assured me that each day they grew more confident that my intentions were honourable and not a threat to their ongoing isolation. Before I could return to my outside world life there would be one more spiritual ritual with their tribal shaman that I still had not met. Every one of my daily activities had been reported to the shaman. He had the power to asses this information and was growing more comfortable each day that I might be ready to be sent back to my regular life. Two weeks later the three naked king assistants entered the hut to watch the king breed me for the last time. Even before the kings magnificent cock was removed from my dripping ass my hands were bound behind my back and I was blindfolded. I spent the next three hours being led through the dense jungle. Finally, the blindfold was removed, and I stood before the entrance to a cave. The three-assistance vanished into thin air and only then did an elderly man supported by a walking stick and wearing only a loin cloth walk out of the cave. He didn’t speak a word but I knew without a doubt that he was inviting me inside. I followed him in and was astounded by the beauty of the inner cave. A beautifully appointed room surrounded an emerald central pool of water. I was certain I was now in the presence of the tribal shaman, and I knew I never wanted to leave such a spiritually grounded being. He dipped an ornately etched silver goblet into the pool and offered me a drink of the most refreshing delicious cocktail I had ever tasted. My entire body filled with a comforting warmth and my mind began to spin with the best high, beyond my experience or imagination. I was led to a king-size bed and invited to lie down. The elderly, no ancient, shaman removed his lion cloth, climbed between my legs and slid his now ridged raw 12-inch erection into my waiting ass. There was no discomfort whatsoever! It was like silk meeting silk. I have no idea how long this love making continued and I didn’t care, it could last the rest of my life as far as I was concerned. I began to notice a blush on the sage’s shoulders which grew darker and darker. Then I could see he grew younger and younger as if magically transforming by a reversed time machine. Every few seconds more and more of his former handsome beauty was restored and the vigor of his fucking increased. How I was not being destroyed by the power of his thrusts was beyond my understanding. By the time he was returned to his mid-twenties virility, stature and unbelievable good looks he began to climax deep within my being. I could feel the ambrosia of his life force flooding my guts, then stomach, working its way through my entire system until it encompassed an embraced my entire brain. It took a full ten minutes for both of us to regain our breath. I too had convulsed with the most intense orgasm. After he gently pulled out, he led me for a dip in the magic pool. Here my skin felt as if it was sparkling with cleansing electricity and he returned to his ancient body form. Once again we drank from the magic pool this time reclining in the most comfortable hanging chairs. Without words we had the most intense conversation. He was deeply curious about what I had seen and heard during my time with his community. He listened with such gentle attentiveness. He caringly negotiated with me the terms of my return to the outside world. He never forced his conditions patiently having us come to mutually agreed upon parameters. I was in 100 percent agreement before we shook hands in a gentleman’s agreement. The conditions? I would never write a paper about my anthropological finds, in fact I would emerge with total amnesia about my encounter with his isolated tribe. The only memories I would be taking back to the outside world would be a vague and satisfying memory of the magnificent sexual encounters; the memories I have written about here. I would even forget the deep and meaningful relationships I had developed, even that with their king. Every word of their vocabulary would disappear. Every connection of the sex to their deep spiritual rituals would be gone. After the handshake I was led back to the king-size bed and lovingly ravished once more. Once again, the revers time machine worked it’s magic on his ancient body. Once again, his precious liquids filled and claimed my body and mind. This time to the point I lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was naked, prone and hanging in the sling of one of my favorite bath houses back home. A stunning mid-forties bear was pulling his deflating thick naked cock out of my dripping ass hole. A group of 10 hunky men stood watching with lustful hunger in their eyes. As each of them took their turn fucking and breading me I had no recollection of what you have just read. Six months of my life had disappeared into complete amnesia. I couldn’t even remember my research project and all records of the funding or plans had totally disappeared. But I felt no remorse. In fact I had never felt more content, happy and fulfilled, a deep peace, meaning and purpose that would sustain me for the rest of my life. Oh, yeah, and my vigorous and active sex life never abated orabandoned me. It was as if I had magically been transformed into an enticing sexual magnet.

Four years ago I had traveled to my favorite Mexican beach by myself. This romantic story starts there. I had been married to my husband for about 10 years by then. This coupling was far from romantic for me. Not the case for him, but that’s another story. Even though I had misgivings I went ahead with the wedding and marriage. I was in my late 50’s and figured he might be the best I could do. We had shared values, similar friends and got along fairly well despite his being a fire sign to my water. This created a lot of steam for me, but unfortunately never as sexual chemistry. A few years before the above mentioned solo trip to Mexico he had unenthusiastically agreed to opening our relationship so I could get my sexual needs met. I had learned that one of the clerks at the clothing store in front of our hotel gave messages on the side. I was very intrigued learning he had given one to an acquaintance which had culminated with a ‘happy ending’. I screwed up my courage and approached this clerk to book a message. He wondered who it was for and seemed shocked when I told him it was for me. He got over this quickly and we set a time for the next day. I suspect he was in his late twenties to my mid sixties. I’m fairly fit, a bit bearish and have been conistantly told I have a handsome face. He was a cute smooth Mexican with just the slightest remnant of baby fat on his otherwise fit body. On the way to his room had told me how much he loved his work. Once his hands went to work on my naked body this statement proved true with no words needed. He was soon out of his baggy shorts and his semi cock was placed where my hand could pleasure him as he expertly deeply worked my muscles. When it came to the hand job happy ending he was amazed that a man of my age shot such a volcano of cum. After I showered we each jerked off watching each other with delight. I gave him a generous tip. A year later I would bump into him on the naked beach. He had buffed up a bit, added a couple tasteful tattoos and he was clearly with a boyfriend that he was deeply enamoured with. I was both happy for him and disappointed for me. He made it clear that he remembered me and told me which resort he was now the masseur at. As tempting as it was I did not book an appointment. Fast forward to this winter. The first time I saw him was on the naked beach. He was preoccupied with picking up after his dog. He clearly kept up his gym routine, added more tasteful tattoos and adopted a mod haircut. I almost didn't recognize him and didn’t interrupt. My next sighting was at night on the street. My husband and a straight couple were at a table in front of an excellent fish barbeque restaurant. He walked past with his dog, but this time saw me and greeted me from a distance with a huge smile. Of course I smiled back and hoped I would be alone the next time we bumped into each other. I got my wish. He came up and joined me as I was having a morning coffee in front of my favorite coffee shop. We had a pleasant chat about his dog, our lives, and our work. I learned he was now single, had left his position at the hotel, and now combined message with his gay escorting business. This news was delivered with a wink! I was only wearing a sarong and worried that my hardening cock would make a fool out of me in this public setting. I lowered my voice and asked if he had any openings in the next few days. “I could fit you in tomorrow.” His usual smile, now muscle bulked body, darkly tanned skin and tattoos were a huge turn on. “How much, for an old guy like me?” “That all depends on what services you want. Do you want a simple hand job like last time, or might you want more?” Again, with his seductive wink. “More.” I shyly responded. “Do you want to top or bottom?” he casually asked. “Bottom.” I owned. “Great. I’d love to fuck you silver daddy!” I had to move my hands to cover my rock hard boner. “What about your safety practices?” I asked. “Anything goes.” He didn’t hesitate for even a split second. “So how much for you to bareback and breed me?” “1500 pesos. And believe me, once I’m in you I couldn’t pull out ‘til I load you up.” I was afraid I would shoot my wad right then and there. The next afternoon he met me naked when I arrived at his door. I was soon naked and receiving his expert message. It was as expert as usual. However, this time his hard cock was in my hand much sooner. The message of my butt cheeks now included deep penetrative fingers working oil into my hole. His full body message of my back with his bare chest progressed to his 6.5 inch raw errection continuing the job of his fingers. I knew I had died and gone to heaven. “Is this ok daddy?” he asked even though he knew the answer. “Absofuckenlutely!” my enthusiastic response. He didn’t need any more encouragement and gave me the greatest pounding of my life. After twenty minutes he sent shivers down my spine as he whispered in my ear, “I’m very close. I don’t need to ask where you want my load do I?” I just nodded. To my surprise he pulled out, hopped off the table, tuned me over pulling my prone ass to the bottom of the table, mounted a foot stool and plunged his raw cock back into me. Smiling and winking he was soon blasting away deep inside me. I was now in an ecstatic place beyond heaven. I had a shower and paid him his 1500 pesos with a 500-peso tip. He tried to decline the tip, but I insisted. I didn’t see him for the next four days. Then he was at the same coffee shop when I arrived. He was not alone. In fact I could overhear him giving his sales pitch to a very fit mid-fifties gym bunny type. As they left he winked at me and I knew his new customer was in for a very good time indeed.

My guide bred me multiple times per day after that. Only rarely at bedtime. Always bent over a large stump, leaning against a thick tree trunk. His favorite was any stream or pool big enough to skinny dip. I never climbed out without another deposit of his baby makers painting my gut walls. Another month passed and we didn't seem to be getting any closer to our goal of finding the remote tribe let alone the one scout that my guide had met and drank the cum out of years before Then one day I was bent over a large log getting my second pummel fuck of the day. Just as my guide and fucker grunted his orgasm and filled me yet once again I noticed a set of eyes large as saucers peaking through the bush directly in front of me. Before I could say anything the male loin clothe clad native burst out of the bush towards us. As he pealed his cloth revealing a massive quickly hardening piss canon, my guide pulled out and backed away, I’m assumed in shock. The native was quickly sniffing and fingering my dripping hole. Inspection finished he quickly stood and penetrated my vulnerable ass with his massive pole. Grabbing my hair to stabilize me he proceeded to pound the shit out of me. This was figuratively thankfully not having any in me. It was not long before he too was groaning in satisfaction as my insides were flooded with a warm sensation. When he pulled out he grabbed his loin clothe threw me over his shoulder and carried me off into the jungle. I watched in dismay as my guide stood in frozen shock and disappeared in the jungle canopy. After three hours of being carried I was bent over another fallen log, fucked and filled one more time. The difference after this pounding is I was invited to share in a lite meal with my new host. Then we set off walking together. That night we slept by a stream. He pulled me into his bedroll spooned and fucked me. In the morning we washed in the stream and set out for another long day of hiking. For the next five days we followed the daily pattern, bath, hike, fuck, eat, hike fuck, hike, fuck, eat, hike, fuck, hike, fuck, eat, fuck, sleep. Waking in the morning it would all start again. This natives capacity to regenerate loads of cum was astounding! Half way through the sixth day, a morning of which he refrained from breeding me we arrived at what I could only assume was his tribal village. The community I had set out to find in hopes I could observe from a distance and have as little actual contact as possible. A great hue and cry spread as I was led into the central gathering place. I was tied to a structure like a St. Andrew’s Cross facing a raised platform or diase. My captor mounted this and proceeded to give some kind of speech to the entire gathering. Then he jerked himself hard, stuck his cock in my mouth and proceeded to face fuck me in front of the entire gathering. Everyone watched in silence as if this were some sacred ritual. When the flood of his orgasm sleuced down my throat he began the most intense chant. This chant continued until every last adult male deposited their man juice either down my throat or up my ass. I had hopped to study this tribe without any contaminating contact, but here I was the central figure in this orgasmic tribal ritual. Emotionally I was caught up in this bizarre mix of loving the copious sexual attention, yet I had a growing sense of dread. How would this end? My mind and imagination went to the worst. 'They are marinating my body to use me as a human sacrifice. Worse than that I became convinced they had conablistic tendency and my body was slated for their next feast. I figured my nightmare imagination was coming to fruition when my captor picked up a huge sword, stopped his chant and approached me. I fainted. I awoke in a thatch roofed hunt with stunning woven tapestries of mass orgies adorning the walls. I was being gently,even lovingly sponge bathed by three naked very androgynous looking young men. Before they finished one left and returned with the most masculine, beautifully man I had ever seen in my life. My three bathers proceeded to help this man out of his royal looking regalia and lavish head dress. When the two of us were finally alone he looked into my eyes with the most intense none threatening gaze. He held this until some semblance of understanding clicked in me and I nodded. I knew I was giving consent, but to what I had no idea. It didn't take long to find out. This naked god of a man approached me, lifted and spread my legs. He crouched and sucked the tribes male juices out of my ass before plunging his more than adequate man sword into my prone hole. What followed was nothing short of the most awesome exquisite love making I had ever had in my entire life. It went on for hours and hours only stopping to consume together generous amounts of delicious food brought in by my three naked bathers. How many times this god of a man bred me I cannot tell you, so often I lost track. Blasting inside me one last time I fell into the deep sleep of the dead.

My research has always been around man on man sex. Not surprising as a Northamerican gay man. I especially focused on tribes in remote places with extremely limited exposure to the outside world. I was always keenly aware of the ethical dilemma. My very presence, even if I kept it small would already introduce an element of outer world contamination. I always did my best to take a Jane Woodall minimalist approach. Of the twelve tribes I had spent extensive time observing all had what we in modern day NA culture would call gay sex. None of them had our hangups about it. And none of them labeled the men who took part, nor the activity itself. It was just seen as a natural part of a man's sexual nature Even though a sexually active gay man myself I had never indulged in sexual activity during my research. That self imposed abstinence was about to change on my next project. I had secured funds for a three month research project in the deep jungles of Papua New Guinea with the Simbari people. For the first month I didn't even approach their deeply remote location. I simply interviewed as many people that lived around their territory. Few, very few had actually met a Simbari. Mostly they shared rumors they had heard over the years of this idilic Shaguila and the beautiful people that lived there and worked very hard to remain isolated. Only two men had actually bumped into a hunter on the outskirts of their territory. This happened on two different occasions, but both men's experience was the same, and their descriptions of the native seemed identical. They shared no common language but for some reason the hunter chose to feed them at his campfire. After the meal he stripped off the loin clothe, his only apparel and began stroking his impressive cock. When it was very firm, thick and ten inches in length he coached them to take his erection in their mouth and he face fucked them until He filled their mouths with the most amazing tasting cum. He then made it clear it was time for them to get lost. This had happened 7 years before. Each had scoured the same territory but had never come across the generous hunter again. The second man offered act as my guide me through this wilderness. After a week of hacking our way through the jungle and moving around our primitive camp we stopped by a stunning river and harvested a fine fresh fish dinner. Over the course of the meal my guide enquired about the nature of my research. After we had finished eating he asked me if I wanted him to demonstrate the Simbari hunters offer of hospitality after a similar meal. My guide was a handsome small man, and I had been intrigued by this ritual ever since the first time I heard about it. I enthusiastically agree. Stripped down my guide was all muscle and had a skin of beautiful tan colouring. His cock was an adequate 6.5 inches and hardened up quickly. As I sat on a fallen log he approached me and offered his cock to my mouth. I sucked it in eagerly and proceeded to suck with my gay abandon. He pulled out and explained that's not how the ritual worked. I was not to offer oral ministrations, just an open mouth. When I followed directions he inserted again. Grabbed the back of my head and face fucked me until he was pumping his sperm deep down my throat. Before he finished he pulled back so the last few cum shoots filled my mouth cavity. He made no protest when I swallowed. We spent the next few hours sitting around the campfire nude as we deconstructed the ritual and shared about other sexual encounters we'd had over the years. When it was time for bed he invited onto his bed roll. I lay on my side and he spooned in behind me. Soon his erect cock head teased at my hole. I rolled over and asked if he had a condom. He laughed; "We're in deep wilderness, why would I have a condom?" I laughed and responded, "Much as I would enjoy you fucking me, I only play safe." By now his hand was on my hard tool. "Are you certain? Because your man handle sends a different message." He was not wrong. It had been so long since I had had any action that all the sex talk and load of his cum I had swallowed had me very horned up. I assured him that despite the evidence to the contrary I was sure. "I only play safe. " But I didn't leave his bed. I just turned and lay back on my side. That's when he started playing unfair. He shifted down and was eating and rimming my ass quite expertly. I couldn't contain my groans of satisfaction. His fingers started entering me and I knew I was likely to loose control of my resistance. When he moved back up to spoon me his hard cock head was right back at my rear entrance. " OK, just the tip. " I relented. He didn't hesitate to breach and penetrate my hole with his raw cock. After the pain settled he asked me;"So should I pull out now?" "No. It feels too good. Just push in a bit. " He did. It felt exquisite! "Just bottom out. Then cover up. " I asked. "We already established, I have no 'cover '" "Fuck, I still need you to bottom out. " He did. "Fuck me!" It all felt so good the words were out of my mouth before I even noticed. He spoon fucked me until we both became uncomfortable. I rolled onto my back, raised my legs and watched as he mounted me raw and missionary. Deep kissing was added to the vigorous fuck and after fifteen minutes of heaven he stopped kissing to proclaim, "I'm very close. Where do you want my load. " "Fuck it, fuck me, cum in my ass, just fuckin breed me!" And he did. That time and two more times before morning.

Wow, I didn’t know this.

Tom Selleck, Magnom PI I was too repressed as a teenager to fully know it, but as soon as I woke up and broke out I knew what the special strong attraction had been .... LUST! This is the coffee ☕️ I use most mornings as I check out breeding.zone. How I wish he had fucked and bred my teenage self!

Thanks

I don’t know where the bear disappeared to. Again, I simply pulled on my jeans, gathered my clothes and bolted up the stair well. My legs carried me two steps at a time seemingly with a mind of there own. Before I knew it I was back at the gym and black guys apartment door with my unfastened commando jeans ready to drop. As I was reaching to knock, I stopped my hand. This was insanity. Before I could even retrieve my hand, the door opened. A handsome red headed cub in shorts and open shirt was heading out. “Oh, I heard of you. Did you forget something?” his sweat tenor voice was surprised. “Yeah, your load in my ass.” I rushed him, grabbed his head and planted a solid kiss on his lips. He took me right there in the hallway. It was fast and furious. His raw six inches rutted me for less than three minutes before he too was flooding my ass. Remembering the ambrosia of cum and ass juice from earlier I was hoovering his cock with my mouth in a split second of it slipping from my hairy wet hole. ‘Oh my God, how had I lived without this for so many years of Safe Sex.’ I had not finished that thought when the bathroom door opened and a six-foot six skin and bones albino with only a towel over his shoulder emerged. His cock hung 9 inches flaccid. He asked the flaming red head, “Are you done?” “Yup” Then taking my hand and helping me up. “You come with me.” He led me into what I assumed was his bedroom. Directed me to a leather sling hanging in the corner and helped me climb in. As his hand worked his member to get it hard, he spoke to me in a very tender tone. “There are a few things you need to know before you agree to proceed. I have full blown AIDS. I want to bareback you, but, I can suit up if you want me to. If I enter you raw, you’re likely going to get my very toxic load.” I needed to ask a question, “So can you tell me, have you bred your roommates?” “The guy that brought you hear from the gym is new, he’s taken a dozen of my loads over the last week. The black man is my lover of three years. We’ve never used condoms in all that time, played with hundreds of others, and we don’t know which of us was infected first. We’ve never fucked the red head. But his lovely cock has unloaded into both of us in this very sling. Yes, more than once, many more times than once as a matter of fact. ” “So, your lover already stealthed his tainted load into my gut?” “That would be correct.” “And the gym guy could already be toxic? And he’s pumped two loads into me.” “Correct. Do you have any other questions?” “Just one. Why isn’t your raw poison cock already in my ass?” “Because I need you to know what you are getting into.” “We’ve already established it’s too late for that.” I said with resignation. “Then will I grab a condom? Unlike my partner I’m full-blown AIDS.” “No fuckin way, don’t you dare cover that beauty up.” What the fuck was wrong with me? “Are you sure?” “No, but I’m not turning back now! Bareback my ass. Do it now!” I boldly proclaimed As the head of his raw cock penetrated me it felt like an icicle with freezing cold shooting to every extremity of my body. I felt terrified and frozen with fear. He bent down and planted the most tender kiss on my lips. He started to lift away, and I grabbed his head and returned a viciously passionate lip lock. The longer we leaned into it the hotter it got. The heat started to spread. It moved down through my body and out the end of my fingers and toes. My ass suddenly felt like it was pierced by a flaming hot poker, it was like it was searing my soul, but in an amazingly beautiful way. Only then did I realize he was balls deep into me. After another tender kiss he asked, “Are you ok with this?” “Ok? Ok? Absofuckinlutley! I’ve never had such an awesome fuck! Give me everything you’ve got!” And he did. For the next twenty minutes he kept me and my happy ass in bareback fuck heaven. Every now and then I would reach down with my fingers to assure myself it was his raw toxic cock plunging in and out of my vulnerable hole. Eventually his breathing changed, and his chest and shoulders blushed bright red. “If you want, I’ll pull out. It’s not too late.” He offered. “Fuck me! Breed me! It was too late long ago.” And he plunged in deep, his eyes rolled into the back of there sockets as he threw his head back and arched his body to blast even deeper into my gut. “Fuucckkiinn knock me up bro. Yeeaahhh! Finish what your partner stealthed into my slutty ass! Fuck yeah, give me every tainted, toxic drop of your poison. I can feel every hot radioactive wave filling me. Fuckin A bro, fuckin A!” It was only after I regained my breath that I noticed his roommates crowded at the open door and heard them cheering. Over a few beers they offered to take care of me when I got sick, but I declined. I assured them I was a big boy and they had been wonderful anonymous fuck encounters. They didn’t owe me anything. If anything, it was the other way around. The black boyfriend apologized for stealthing his toxic load into me. I confessed I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t. I’d been so turned on when I saw that condom at the base of his cock. I even confessed about my encounter with the bear and building super in the elevator. They confessed they had wondered what had changed my mind and brought me fleeing back. Over the next few months, I didn’t get sick! But I did change my life. I quit my job, I sold my home, and I bought the biggest fanciest motorhome I could afford. I became the traveling vagabond that I’d been daydreaming about for many years. I’ve visited and fucked at every gay campground in North America. I never pass a truck stop and I rarely left without a load or five in my ass or down my throat. I never had a condom in my ass or on my cock ever again. It was four years before I seroconverted. It took a week to recover from the fuck flu and then I was back on the road. I followed don’t ask, don’t tell. Most guys I fucked after conversion never asked so I rarely needed to tell. Most of those wanted my High Viral Load anyway! I just kept moving so have no idea how many guys I knocked up. I was delighted when I came across the ‘Have the sex you want’ campaign and was one of the earliest advocates of U=U even before I started taking meds. Now I use Doxy, and it’s cut my visits to STD clinics way back. I’m eternally thankful for the oops with the gym guy back in 1992. I’m especially indebted to the black and very, very white couple. They freed me from my self-imposed tyranny of the Safe Sex Bible and set me off on a journey of the most satisfying risky sex returneing me to my promiscuous calling. "Trust your path guys! Even the mistakes!"