Tanbbottom

I was so fucking tempted I cofess it happened a few times ... thank God

My asses kind of pump and dump 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

Very fuckin hot 🔥

As I read this homage to exceptional sex I remembered a different, yet equally as fulfilling experience I had at a sex party at Club 120 in Toronto. That it was a Sunday afternoon adds to the religious experience for me. My back was on a fuck bench and a handsome younger guys raw cock was pleasuring my hole. An audience started to form around us. A young cub in his early 20s arrived beside my head. We started kissing. The fellow fucking me asked if I minded if he switched to fuck the cub. I sorta did mind, but knew my much older body (in my 60's) had done well to get the attention it had. Besides I wanted to watch this gorgeous hunky cub get bbed and bred. As the top switched places and slid his raw cock lubed with my ass juices into the cub, the cub leaned over my naked and prone body. His hairy chest and belly felt amazing on mine, and gave me better than a birds eye view of the action. My right hand was free to explore the cubs parted ass lips, as well as the raw ass lubed boner pummeling it. The excitement and energy of the cub was transferred directly into my body, skin to skin. The audience and I encouraged the top and he soon pumped his load deep into the grateful cub lying prone across my body. I was incredibly happy I had agreed to this unique sexual sacrament. Had I read your story before this experience I hope I'd have had the presence of mind to invite a feltcher from the audience to suck the load out of the cub and lube my ass for as many breegings as this sexual frenzy inspired.

Beautifully written! An experience to add to my bucket list! The sacrament of a feltched load kinkily deposited and worked deep into my hungry hole .

Great start. I look forward to reading more with Gus' ass getting more action than tounge and fingers!

Great start ... crime drama ... engaging approach. I look forward to more.

I can only claim to be mildly tricked. Both encounters were in bathhouses and started with one or both of us sucking the other at the slurp ramp before deciding to move it to the room. I'm quite sure I made it clear with the first that I was bringing him to my room to fuck and breed me. He was a muscular bad boy type. (My weakness. ) He fucked me bb quite long and vigorously. Then he quickly climbed on me and impaled his ass on my 8 inches. It was not long until I filled him with cum and without even saying thank you he fled. I flet quite used. The second was a gorgeous muscular man of colour. I had seen him all evening and assumed I was too old for him. He saw me getting sucked and waited for an opening to take his turn. It was a rare occasion where I could hold off cumming. After quite a while he invited me to his room. 'Home run' I felt great. We didn't talk about rolls,just enthusiastically lit into each other's bodies. 69, mutual rimming, the works. I was on my back and he was eating out my hole, I was ready for him to move between my legs and raw fuck me. (We hadn't discussed safety, but our energy screamed total abandon and risk.) Then he surprised me by climbing on board. We had enough connection that mostly I was thinking what a treat to raw fuck such a beautiful man. My cock felt great in him and I was very content to fill him with my seed. A bit disappointed to not get flip fucked, but mostly happy. He didn't rush me off, in fact wondered if we might be able to hookup again sometime. I guess I have, or exude sub energy, in fact I love to be dominated, fucked and bred. These experiences teach me to be more assertive about what I want. I'm happy to breed the other, but if so I want the favor reciprocated.

'Just over the worst flu', 'change your life ' mixed with 20 years of closet even to himself ... this bottom is 'in for it ' .... just how naïve will he be? I can't wait for the next installment.

Sounds like consent to me. Maybe not at the start. But the protagonist speaks of a number of opportunities to pull away and chose not to. And the story ends with clear consent, even consentual initiation of Will doing what he said he would do ... infect his 'wife '.

I'm such a sucker for a romantic ending!☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️

Very fuckin hot 🔥 🥵 Visiting the Greek Islands has been on my bucket list for a long time. After this story my ass has a Greek agenda of it's own!💦💦💦💦💦💦 And if it's ☣️ who am I to complain!

All you guys have filthy horny minds with your proposed additions to this story! I absofuckinlutely love those minds!

I am always disappointed when this happens ... and it happens too often for my liking.

Wow ... Lucky you 🍑💦💦💦💦💦

Great start ...

Nice start ... can't wait to hear about their first night in the same bed. I'm just assuming they sleep naked and fuck naked as well ...

You're too far away ... otherwise I'd be happy to help you with the problem we both share!

Same here ... for me it couldn't be further from humiliating ... for me it is hugely empowering .... fuck buddy or totally anonymous paint my guts with your seed!

I have come across this film many times. It's hard to believe but this is the first time I watched from beginning to end with sound. I love it even more than before. It's poetic story flow speaks so deeply to my experience and bb slut soul.

As an older silver daddy myself I'm delighted to hear this. And I feel the same way.

Louis was on the next flight from Mexico. He didn’t give me any warning, he just arrived at hubby and my door. In hindsight my greeting could have been warmer. I was just so shocked. “What the fuck!” I blurted as I opened the door. “Exactly! I need you to fuck and breed me right now.” Louis “But you know you are resistant. All these years, all the toxic loads you’ve hosted. Why have you wasted your time and money?” I complained. “Aren’t you at least happy to see me hon?” Louis smirked. Beyond the shock of course I was happy to see him. Hubby decided to make himself scarce and headed north to spend a few days with his younger brother. Louis and I had the house to ourselves. We love being naked so stripped off as I started to cook a simple dinner. Louis fucked me as I stirred the spaghetti sauce. When he came in my ass he felched his load out and snowballed it to me for our appetizer. For guys in such a hurry to get into the main course of sex we lingered over our meal and downed two full bottles of red wine. This we followed with a lovely brandy aperitif. We weren’t drunk, but we were very close and extremely relaxed. We didn’t make it as far as the bedroom. Louis swept the table clear and lay on it demanding I raw fuck him then and there. He had come all that way, how could I deny him. I first ate out his hole and then used butter to lube it and my hard cock. When I looked from his grinning face to my mushroom cock head breaching his prone hole I almost lost my load. I didn’t want to infect him, but the knowledge my tool would not be shooting blanks and the shameful memory of how great it felt to infect Trevor was front and centre of my brain. He was well lubricated and extremely keen so my shaft slipped into him with great ease. We had always had great sexual connection, but when I was balls deep into him this was like an aphrodisiac super glue binding our souls. We were swimming deep in each other’s loving gaze. “Fuck yeah lover! Fill me with your toxic essence. Fuck me silly.” I began with slow and sweet strokes. Relishing the sight of my naked cock sinking deep into his hole. An inner ache growing at the same time. How I wished I could give him what he so longed for. How far I had come from being horrified at the thought of infecting him. “Oh yeah. I love your toxic raw cock making love to me. Skin on skin, feels like silk rubbing silk. Make love to me all night if you want.” I couldn’t stop myself. My pace automatically picked up. And with increased pistonning came more power driving deeper and deeper. He loved it; “Yeah, fuckin fuck me! Pound me silly! Weld our bodies together!” The table slid across the floor and bashed into the dinning room hutch. The doors bumped open and dishes started falling out crashing and smashing all around us. “Fuckin A man. You’re an animal! Don’t stop! Smash my body like these dishes … I never want to be the same again.” Louis panted and pleaded. “I’m so fuckin close Louis, I’m so close!” “Yeah, breed me Phil. Paint my guts with your toxic spew. I’ve needed this for so fuckin long. Fill me up!” I thought I’d had my maximum orgasm with Trevor. Compared to this one it was a mild tremor. This was a major 8 point Rictor scale earthquake! And the aftershocks just kept rolling and rolling. Louis' ass orgasmed milking my balls for every ounce of poison they could spew. He had always been profusive with his gratitude, this time he was over the moon. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Phil! I can feel it in my bones already. I knew all along you were the only man to infect me. Thank you, a million times over, thank you.” As happy as his over the top gratitude was, I couldn’t help but fear the disappointment he was setting himself up for. He was so convinced that he didn’t even want me to breed him again the next morning before he jumped on a plane to return home. We talked twice a day, some days three or four times. He tried to hide his disappointment at not waking sick but each day I could hear a deep disappointment subtly creep into his tone. Three weeks in I picked up and he sounded sicker than a dog. “Your little sperm did it. I knew you’d break through my resistance.” he managed to wheeze out. “Well technically it wasn’t my sperm but my toxic fluids. Are you sure? Your resistant. Maybe you’ve just been fucking around so much you caught a flu bug, a regular flu.” “Hon, this is the fuck flu! I can tell. It feels like a nuclear war's going off deep in my body. And I haven’t been fucking around with anybody for months. I had a few STD’s and it took forever to get them cleared up. You are the only guy that has fucked me in three months. I’m telling you, I’m pregnant with your bug baby. Our love child has taken root in my body and blood stream.” “Ok, Louis. Don’t wear yourself out. Let’s wait until you have a chance to get tested.” He was adamant he didn’t need a test to prove he was now HIV positive. He got tested three weeks later and he was 100% correct. He repeated the test three times and got the same result, except for higher and higher infection counts. Despite all my earlier resistance to the idea of infecting Louis, I now knew it was exactly the right thing to do. Our bond was now cemented for the rest of our lives and beyond.

Shortly after this Valentine extravaganza for Louis my HIV specialist called me into his office. We normally met by video link, so I was quite concerned. His secretary wouldn’t give me any information about what the issue was, just that he wanted to see me for the first time ‘in-person.’ He gave me a through exam and then left the room to let me get dressed. When he returned, he had a grave look on his face and a stack of papers and pamphlets. He explained that he had been watching my liver function for years. It had shown some stress in the past to the toxicity of my HIV meds, but this distress and the counts had gone much higher than he liked in the last three months. That was the bad news. The good news was that there was a new experimental drug that was hoped to be less detrimental to the liver. I was eligible to be in the medical drug trial. Thus, the stack of consent forms and pamphlets. I chose to consent to the trial, and the first step was to go off meds completely for 8 months. I was assured that in my good health I could tolerate the med vacation. I chose not to tell Louis about this, at least not at the beginning of this medical intervention. I had no plans to see him over the next 6 months, so he had no need to know just yet. Three months in blood tests assured me I was now detectable for HIV. In fact, I now had quite a high viral load. I wasn’t worried about this because I was for all intent and purposes celibate. Well, other than my online jerk-off sessions with Louis. As the end of four months rolled around, I went into our nearest city for a three-day conference. The cutest mid-twenties cub energetically sat beside me on the first morning and immediately introduced himself as Trevor. By lunch Trevor and I had several chances to chat, and he invited me to go with him to his favorite lunch counter. This was in the gay village so he felt comfortable resting his hand on my thigh and leaning in to help me make my menu choice. The sharing between us was so natural and deep that we were ¾’s of an hour late getting back to the conference. At the afternoon break Trevor invited me out to dinner. At dinner his flirting ramped up to the point I couldn’t mistake. When he stated directly, “Will you come back to my place? I want you to fuck me Phil.” I figured it was time to tell him about Louis. “He sounds like a great guy. With him being a gay escort do you guys fuck safe? Really none of my business, but honestly, I am curious.” Reflected Trevor. “Um … we’ve barebacked from the start.” I confessed. “Cool. So, let’s go to my place and raw fuck.” Insistent Trevor. “But I have an on-line sex date with Louis in a half hour.” I pleaded. “Oh. I assumed you guys have an open relationship.” “We do.” “Has Louis ever watched you get fucked or fuck on these video dates? It would be so hot Phil.” “Actually, he has initiated me getting gang banged in a bathhouse and watched on video.” “That settles it. Let’s give him a show.” “I can’t just spring this on him.” As much as I was turned on and flattered by this young cub, I couldn’t breed him, and I certainly wasn’t ready to tell him why. “Then ask him through text. Take my picture and see what he thinks. Why not?” Trevor pleaded. Louis responded within seconds, “Fuckin A, it’s been to long since I saw you having sex. I’d love to see this cub breed your ass.” I texted back; “Trevor wants to bottom.” “Fuckin double A hon! Pump him full of your poz cum. Too bad it’s medicated.” Back from Louis. All the way to Trevor’s place I wracked my brain to figure out how I could get him to let me use a condom. I certainly didn’t want to tell him my current high viral status before I told Louis. I was not successful. Before I knew it we were making out in front of the computer camera and Louis was being quite verbal about his enjoyment. We were soon naked and toasting each other with shots. After four I was quite tipsy and having trouble remembering my plan, let alone struggling to remember I had a need of a plan. My plan didn’t include a condom … it was to pull out just before orgasm. Besides Trevor might be taking PreP and therefore be safe. But at this advanced stage of the sex, and with Louis watching and listening it just wouldn’t make sense to ask. Trevor fell back on his bed and pulled up his legs. I dove in and had a feast on his rose bud. After five minutes Louis was chanting, “Fuck him already, fuck him now!” As I watched my poisonous raw cock breach Trevor’s unsuspecting hole, I was so turned on I was afraid I would blast as I tried to push in. Thankfully with my racing thoughts I was able to hold off. ‘He must be on PreP, he didn’t even raise the question. That’s on him. Fuck this feels so good!.’ My balls were soon resting on his taint. “Fuck me Phil, fuck me hard! Your raw cock feels so fuckin good.” “Yeah, fuck him Phil. Give it to him like you give it to me. Pound his ass.” From Louis. As the pounding increased so did the volume of the encouragement. Then poppers entered into the equation and my head began to spin. I was amazed as I was headed toward the home stretch that I remembered my need and desire to pull out. Just as I was about to do so Trevor’s hands grabbed my ass and pulled me even deeper inside of him. My orgasm was monumental. Toxic spurt, after blast, after torrent coursed into his guts. I prayed he was on PreP. Louis was having his own orgasm; he was so turned on by our show. Trevor wanted me to stay the night, but I begged off exhausted and too frightened about what I might say. I talk in my sleep. Next morning Trevor was quick to claim the seat beside me again and was profusely thankful for the night before. I knew I needed to find a private moment to have the status talk and make sure he was indeed on PreP, but, when the moment arrived I was too frightened to do my part. We lunched at the same lunch bar. The only difference is we snuck into the restroom while waiting for our order and Trevor sucked me off. That night he came to my hotel room and fucked me silly. After he bred me deep he proclaimed; “My turn!” I flipped him on his back and quickly dumped another toxic load into his system. Lunch on day three of the conference saw us in the lunch counter restroom once again. Trevor emerged with another of my toxic loads up his ass, as well as that of another patron. I was now convinced that I didn’t need to say anything. He must either be poz or on PreP. He wasn’t asking anyone anything as he generously offered his ass. Our last night we skipped dinner and went directly to the bathhouse. We rented a room with a sling and never closed the door all night. I emerged in the wee hours of the morning with 7 stranger’s loads up my ass. Trevor only had one. My highly toxic load. We finally exchanged contact information and went our separate ways. Three weeks later all the blood drained from my face when an email from Trevor had the headline, ‘Are you toxic poz?!’ In the body of the message Trevor explained that two days before he had awoken in a puddle of sweat and burning up. He knew the other guy that had bred him in the restroom was negative. He was a friend and had confirmed the other guy’s status the day before. I was the only other guy that had bred him and could have infected him. He was angry, and wondered how I could not have told him. I instinctively knew an email response would not be able to communicate my level of remorse. Besides I felt a bit angry that he wasn’t taking on the responsibility he had shucked by not asking before we proceeded torawfuck. I arranged a trip into the city to see him. He quickly admitted he had some responsibility, but he had assumed we had established a great repour and I would have been open and honest with him. He also revealed that he had tried PreP in the past but hated the side effects. Besides, despite what it looked like, he really rarely had sex, and never with total strangers. We’d both made assumptions that made asses out of both of us. We parted amicably but with the clarity we would never meet again. I was so deeply full of remorse that I spilled the beans to Louis the next day. “Holy fuck! I recorded that breeding. I’ve jerked off to it many times. Knowing you’re pozing Trevor makes it even hotter. “ The only thing that bothered Louis was that I hadn’t infected him first. Louis sent me the video. The moment it started I was flooded with how good it felt to be with Trevor and how wonderful all the sex had been. As my toxic poz raw cock sank into his vulnerable ass I shot my load. I felt a bit guilty, but the deed had already been done and couldn't be undone. Knowing what resulted had me confused that it excited me so much. Uncharacteristically I blasted another load as I watched my climax pozzing his ass. Unfortunately I watched it 'split screen' with Louis. "See, I knew you'd fuckin love knocking someone up. Promise you'll do me next!" Louis crowed. "But we already know you are resistant Louis. I can breed you with my highly toxic load, but it won't do anything. " I complained. "Trust me. I know you are the only man that can give me what I want and need." Louis was proclaiming his love for me.

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."