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Brad loved Brent. Brad loved sex with Brent. Brad loved that Brent had opened their relationship. He had always been very, very horny. Now that he was HIV positive his libido was over the top and he just wanted to have sex with any and every human with a dick. Watching the video of his gifting and infection sent him into outer space with excitement every time. He couldn't think of anything other than wanting to infect his first negative bottom. The video was outstanding! It turned out Brent had a natural artistic gift, both filming and editing. They had decided to publish the video on their own 'Just for Fans' page and it immediately went viral. The proceeds raised were more than enough to replace Brad's income and cover his tuition for massage school. It was clear Brent also had the superior mind for business. He knew Brad was incredibly impatient to poz a willing negative bottom, and he was excited to watch and film this. However, he saw this opportunity as a video cash cow for their online 'J for F' account. It became the biggest strain on their relationship but he was able to hold Brad off by locking Brad's dick in a chastity cage for the hosting and orgies they held for the next month and a half. Brad loved sex and his pert ass loved all the attention. He kept a quickly growing tally of his load count on his phone. By the time they were ready to film 'the big event' he was well over three hundred creamy deposits in his deviant Christian sperm collector. Many a bottom had seen his pozing video and begged for the removal of the cage but Brent held firmly to his business plan and artistic vision. With this amount of time actively recruiting on Bbrt they had lined up not one but three chasers. Each more than willing to sign releases allowing their potential infection. The three also knew they were competing with each other for Brad's highly toxic load. Brad would have sex with all three chasers at the same time. The sex would not be scripted and all participants would be free to use any technique the moment called for to bring each other to orgasm as quickly as possible. The first of the three to bring Brad over the top would automatically win and get the rest of Brad's toxic loads dumped in his ass. If two of the contestants shot their wads before Brad the remaining contestant would guarantee himself all of Brad's viral cum. To Brent, but more Brad's relief the day of filming arrived and the two B's welcomed three handsome strangers into their home. The first to arrive was Lu. A dark, hairy and sexy Cuban. He sported a beautiful smile that would melt an iceberg. His warm piercing almost black eyes reached into Brad and Brent's hearts inspiring immediate trust. Frank, a pleasant faced average dad bodied car mechanic arrived next. Even with his clothes on you could tell he had a bit of a beer belly. Brad couldn't care less. Arriving late was Hal, an incredibly beautiful gym bunny of a black man. He was six foot three and didn't have an ounce of fat and muscles for days. He clearly knew how to balance his workout routine for maximum development of every muscle from head to toe. This guy had won big time in the gene pool lottery. Introductions, rules review and some short pleasantries out of the way; Brent dropped the checkered flag and started the camera. Lu proved clearly a leader. As the other three began removing their shoes or shirts he grabbed Brad by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. But he didn't stop at the bed. He led Brad into the master bath, sat down in the tub, fished his seven and a half inch boner out of his black jeans and proceeded to piss on himself. It was now clear why he had warn a crisp white button down shirt. As the warm yellow liquid sprayed over his tummy, chest and finally into his open mouth more of the shirt became transparent revealing his sexy hairy chest and torso in a way that Brad clearly loved. Frank appeared in only boxers and his five inch cock emerged with a spray of piss cascading over and drenching the hair on Lu's head. Lu was quick to motion Frank closer and began to drink directly from the spout. Brad had never experienced piss play yet decided to indulge fully in this experience. Sitting in the tub the two other dicks were soon drenching his remaining clothing, hair and face. He decided 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and was soon gulping down pee from both spigots. Hal had arrived last in all his naked glory. His thick eleven inch cock at full mast. Brad soon had half this monster down his mouth as Lu maneuvered to piss into Brad's ass. Frank plunged mercilessly into Lu's ass and the full fuckfest was on. Everyone was comfortably vers offering and taking top and bottom positions and switching around often. Soon every cock and ass had been paired at least once. When they got around to showering off all the piss Lu was under the shower head with Brad's raw dick up his hairy ass. Frank was pumping Brad, and the caboose of the fuck train had Hal's eleven inches pistoning Frank. When Hal had pounded Frank a dozen thunderous claps Frank cried out, "No, noooo, fuuuuuuccck!" His sperm flooded Brad's ass. As Frank orgasmed Hal pulled out quickly clearly keeping his hands far from his rod and breathing deeply to hold off his own explosion. Lu, ever the opportunist, was quickly vigorously sucking on Hal's tender member. Brad jumped quickly penetrating Hal's beautiful muscular chocolate ass. Hal was pushed over the edge and Lu was rewarded with more cum than his mouth could hold. Even before Brad pulled out Lu was sharing Hal's cum load in a sloppy kiss with his co-conspirator Brad. With a generous portion of cum dripping down his thick black beard and dark eyes a twinkle the Cuban grabbed Brad by his engorged cock and said, "Let's get to that bed so you can fuck and breed me silly. I need every drop of your tainted seed deep in my guts. Convert me, give me my Poz Prize!"

Scorpion man moved so fast he was on the bed, between my legs and raw cock up my fuck shoot before I knew what was happening. I used all my strength to push him away and quickly pulled my ass off his naked cock cowering at the top of the bed. He just smiled at me, "What's wrong you god damn whore? I can fuckin see and feel your fuck shoot is loaded with the best fuckin lube. Let me fuckin add mine. " "No way man. I got enough diseased cum for one night. " I replied. "Fuckin A man! Good for you hoe! You took his fuckin poz load. Your sorry ass sure as fuckin hell needs mine to make sure you are good and fucked up. You were neg weren't you cock sucker." He was not angry. His vocabulary was just spiced liberally with þcurses. "I'm negative. He didn't poz me. Or at least he didn't admit to that. He told me he was ripe with syphilis. Dumped his sick load in me." He was very excited, "Fuckin evil syphilis! That's fuckin great! Don't tell me this is your first fuckin case!" "Dah, yeah!" I grunted. "Fuckin A man! It's a god damn gay right of passage! Jesus fuckin Christ, let me suck that fuckin boner faggot." I really hadn't noticed 'til those words were out of his filthy mouth; but, he was right, I had a raging hardon and with no response from me his hot lips sucked it in. He was very talented with his oral skills and I quickly started letting down my guard. I decided this level of sexual engagement was safe enough to meet my risk reduction standards. As I began to recline he got better access to more of my stiff shaft. We both shifted so I was flat on my back and he really went to town deep throating my entire rod. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hands instinctively began controlling his head. There was not an ounce of resistance to the facefuck I was giving him. Not even when I held him down with the hair of my balls firmly planted on his chin. When I finally let him up for air his eyes twinkled. Before I could push again he dived back on. I could feel his tonsils messaging my turgid head. I knew I was close. He whipped off of me urging, "Don't fuckin cum, don't fuckin shoot dick tard." I was afraid it might be too late but with some deep breaths the urge passed. He seemed to be finely tuned to my energy and returned to his oral ministrations. This time gobbling in my hairy balls, one then the other and eventually both. Quickly I was moaning my pleasure and his tongue sought out my taint, eventually snaking into my cummy hole. The more he rimmed and tongue lashed my hole the hornier I got. The words were out of my mouth before there meaning registered in my brain, "Fuuuuuuccck meeee!" In a flash he shifted position and had his luscious raw cock in my vulnerable hole. Again I tried to push him off as I cried, "No, no, get out!" "You fuckin cock tease faggot hole. You fuckin screamed, Fuck me!" "No. No. Yes! I .. I think ... I meant fuck me with your tongue. " He persistently pushed deeper inside me. My ever hardening cock, moans, and lack of real resistance betrayed me. He took a firm grasp of my erection, "Fuckin faggot! Tell me you're not fuckin loving skin on fuckin skin with my god damn poz pistol." "Yes. Yes" I moaned. "I love it but you've got to stop." My words were one thing, my body continued to send a totally contradictory message. Not only had I stopped pushing him away my ass was literally sucking in as much of his naked fuck tool as it could manage. Why was I pushing onto his dangerous pole? When he shifted position while so deeply inside me his cock head began to tap my prostate. The tapping escalated to pounding and I instinctively grabbed my engorged dick just in time to flood my face with the biggest load from the most intense orgasm of my life. "Argh! Awww! Fuckin Jeessuus key-riset! Poozzing yo assss ho! You god damn fuckin poz cum magnet! That was what you fuckin wanted from the moment you saw my fuckin tattoo you piece of shit! Say fuckin thank you!" "Fuckin thank you." What did I just say? "That's what I fuckin thought you fuckin pig. You're on fuckin PreP aren't you slut? You fuckin coward!" "That's the problem, I'm not..." And then I noticed the door was wide open. My syphilis donor was standing squarely with a group of guys huddled behind him. How long had they been there? How much had they seen? How much had they heard?

Even I could not imagine all the delights that would occur in the fishing hut over the season. My whirlwind fuck and breeding session to start the season took off like a snowball gaining speed rolling down a steep hill. My hungry ass just kept collecting more and more creamy loads. Mike barely missed a day of pounding me in my sling. His dad Stan came two or three times per week. Every day was a party fueled by booze, or cannabis, Tina or G and often a rich mix of them all topped off with high grade poppers. I was high and horned out at least eighty percent of the time. It was a good thing business was slow 'cause I didn't have much energy left for work or my wife. Thankfully she had found her own bevy of new playmates, male and female. Even in the midst of such a fucking frenzy I had a few highlight days. 1) A group of five international students from our local college. 2) A thirteen load day from a wander through the closest ice hut community. 3) My first meth slam! I don't know how they found me. One of them must have come across me on Scruff or Bbrt. They hadn't contacted me, they just showed up at my door. Lucky it was a day I had actually been hanging around using the hut for it's intended purpose. At first I thought they had been wandering around on the lake ice and just wanted to expand their educations regarding this unique Canadian custom of ice fishing. They humoured me with small talk about fishing for about a half hour. The heat and humidity was getting pretty intense with six bodies shoehorned into such a small space. The darkest skinned lad pulled off his tshirt exposing a lush carpet of long straight black hair covering most of his torso and back. He was enough on the chunky side to be transitioning from otter to bear. This site got my cocks attention and started tenting my kacie shorts. The slim Indian guy on my right reached up my pant leg and began stroking me to full attention. Clothes started flying off everyone like a den of snakes shedding their skins all in the same moment. Two of the young men stood and turned me to lean against the wall. Immediately a hot tongue was rimming me and two mouths were working my cock. The bearish guy was soon raw fucking the most petite young man in the far corner. I directed someone to retrieve my special laced lube and noticed that all but the bearish guy were working it into their hairy holes, and mine! The first cock to enter my ass was quite small yet iron hard. He very quickly was splashing a nice size load into my delighted inner sanctum. The next cock was on an average sized olive skinned young man. It was a massive eleven inches. I don't know where the coke came from but after he creamed a big load into me I could see guys sniffing lines. One of them was happily having his ass railed as the white powder vacuumed up his nostril. I'm sure anyone passing the hut within a hundred meters wouldn't have mistaken the grunts, groans and curses for anything other than the orgasmic orgy somehow contained in the small ice cabin. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole structure was rocking. I'm surprised the walls didn't bulge and break apart. My ass, and a few others, were certainly being stretched apart. The last of the five cocks to enter my fuck shoot was the dark bearish guy. His tool was a nice six and a half inches long, but one of the thickest members my sorry ass had ever accommodated. I was very glad I had at least seven loads up there providing the best lube. He started slow and steady. As he picked up pace and power I needed three guys holding me to keep him from driving me through the wall. With no warning he blasted what felt like a gallon to join the copious cum in and leaking from my hole. Amazing since I knew he'd already bred two of his college mates. He had just finished with me when Mike came through the door. He was carrying a new stash of white powder and generously shared it around. Three guys were very keen to have Mike claim their asses and he was happy to oblige. The first asked enthusiastically if Mike could poz him. He informed us he'd been chasing for six months and hadn't even found a toxic load. Mike declared his negative status but suggested if I were asked nicely I might go off meds to do the deed. I said maybe for the sake of keeping things playful and lite but really couldn't see myself doing it.

Raw cock head pressuring his vulnerable hole Brad couldn't believe his ears. "Fuck, you sure hon?" "Couldn't be more sure", smiled Brent "So are you really poz?" Brad asked the stranger. "Oh yeah" the casual response. "But you must be undetectable. Right?" "Fuck no! I have a massive viral count. Your hubby invited me to knock you up Brad. Happy Valentine's." "Fuuuuuuccck mee! Are you sure Brent?" Brent responded, "It's what you want babe. I just want to see my hubby happy. Besides, I started PreP three months ago. Go for it buddy!" By this point the thick head had penetrated Brad's stretched outer ring. The gifter knew to allow lots of time for Brad to adjust to his massive member. After a couple minutes of pushing he'd only gotten an inch and a half into Brad. Brad stopped his breeder and motioned for him to sit on the couch. Brad then climbed up and straddled his new fuck buddy looking him straight in the eyes. He proceeded to sit on the massive naked poz pole. His grimace had a sheen of joy as he slowly yet steadily sank down on the stiff rod. He hesitated a split second but painfully pushed on down to break through his second ring. As the pain transitioned to pure pleasure he began bouncing as if riding at the rodeo. His gifter certainly had endurance as they fucked in four or five different positions over the next hour or so. Brent also now naked kept filming accept those times he would stop to suck Brad's cock or eat out the gifters hole. "You guys better be sure about this 'cause your man here is about to get my three day fuckin load flooding his torn up ass. Can't stop me now! Argh! Fuuuuuuccck! Fuuuuuuccck! Fillin you, you fuckin faggot! Only took the one load to infect the other two guys I've knocked up." Brad couldn't feel the cum but counted seven body contractions pulse through his gifter. With the huge naked cock still in Brad Brent managed camera contortions to film himself impaling on Brad's raw cock for the first time ever. Brad was so horned up Brent was barely fully penetrated when Brad's cum spewed into his ass guts. When they were untangled the gifter bent over the couch and received Brent's load deep in his fuck shoot. Two and a half weeks later the gifter was back pumping an insurance load in a very sick and sweaty Brad. As soon as Brad recovered from the fuck flu the high school sweethearts began entertaining a different man every other night of the week and most weekends. Brad registered in massage school, and they practice 'The Art of Bareback Gay Sex.'

Brent and Brad had been together many years. They had been high school sweethearts. Raised in Appalachia in deeply Christian families. Somehow they managed to graduate and get away to college with no one the wiser of their secret. They were roommates and self designed an extra circular course studying 'The Art of Gay Sex. ' They worked out together but were nowhere near gym bunnies or body builders. They were a short cute couple of twinks. After college they moved across the continent to start their careers in Seattle Washington; and, to liberate their sexuality. Their faith upbringing ran deep so they remained monogamous and continued to use condoms. Over the past year they had added gay porn to their sex lives. They were quite taken by surprise to see how much of it was barebacking. In the last three months they had stumbled on pozing porn and found Breeding Zone. They often read each other bed time stories from this site and Brad was particularly drawn to the bug chasing and gift giving fiction. They began to talk often about switching to raw fucking and opening the relationship to play together with other's. However they wanted to wait and start on some special occasion. Brad shared that he was becoming consumed with the idea of getting pozed and the fantasy of pozing willing bottoms. He hated his job and really wanted to become a naked message therapist. They had made a few private videos of their love making and toyed with the idea of creating a 'Just for Fans' account. Brent found this all hot and exciting but didn't share the desire to become poz. As Valentine's day approached Brent was very secretive about the special date he had planned. Brad ordered chocolates and flowers as usual. Brad's favorite meal was delivered by a handsome Uber Eats driver. As the driver was leaving Brent gave him a generous tip and a passionate kiss on the lips. Watching this got Brad so horny he had to reach into his trousers and adjust his growing erection. Brent said, "Great, that's the response I was hoping for." They enjoyed the meal with two bottles of expensive white wine by candle light. They were a bit tipsy when the doorbell rang. Brent made an excuse sending Brad to answer the door. He opened it to see a handsome six foot muscular man in a stylish suit and expensive white shirt half open revealing a carpet of dark hair on his muscular chest. The man at the door asked to be invited in to deliver a singing telegram to Brad. Before singing he removed his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves exposing beautiful hairy well developed arms. Brad moved to Brent's side and they kissed after the romantic little song. Their guest boldly walked over to them and planted kisses on their necks. He then silently motioned for Brad to finish unbuttoning his white shirt. Brad checked with Brent who was beaming. Brad's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned and pulled the shirt tails out. A biohazard tattoo adorned the hair trail leading toward their guests cock. Brad lovingly ran his fingers over the tattoo and the man undid the top of his pants guiding Brad's hand to his growing erection. This was soon peaking out over his 'Skull and Bone' jock strap. As this handsome devil removed the rest of his clothing Brent moved in behind Brad. He embraced Brad and gently started stripping off his clothes. As the muscle stud crouched to take Brad's cock in his mouth Brent said he would be right back. He quickly returned with a video camera trained on his naked lover receiving his first blow job from a stranger. Brad was clearly getting more and more excited, before he could blow his wad the stranger moved him and bent him over the couch. Again the stranger crouched, this time proceeding to eat out Brad's ass. After ten minutes of sloppy hole play the hunk stood, spit on his ten inch thick cock and started to press against Brad's hole. Brad asked Brent for a condom. Brent shook his head and said, "this is our special occasion babe,you don't need one."

As he kept pushing into my ass with the broken condom he looked me in the eye with an evil grin. "Three tries. I have a rule, no more tries. Now I either pull out, take this useless garbage off my cock and finish breeding you. Or I leave it on and pump 'til I dump. Your choice. Either way you get my syphilis load." "Syphilis! You fucking ass hole, you are evil!" "Maybe, I tried to suite up. Since you probably already have it from my precum make your choice." I couldn't get any more words out so he held me more firmly and proceeded to pound my vulnerable ass. In my brain I was crying a terified chorus of 'syphilis, syphilis, syphilis'. Yet at the same time my body betrayed something deeper as my cock just got harder and harder and I was not fighting him. If anything I was pushing my ass further onto his diseased pistol. My erection drew my hand like a strong magnet and I stroked it like there was no tomorrow. With a half dozen firm strokes my cum was flying everywhere and his poisonous load was blasting my guts. When he had caught his breath he collected sperm from my torso with his fingers and fed it to both of us. Then he scooped from around his cock still in my ass and fed me some of his tainted cum. I gobbled it down. He kissed me on the lips, moved to my ear and whispered, "I knew you would love my potent cum up your ass. I knew it all along." With those words of truth he grabbed his towel and left leaving the door to his room wide open. My finger automatically reached into my ass scooping more cum which I sniffed and gobbled down. Yes, I hadn't imagined it. He had bred me and I was loving the toxic load in my ass so much I was feasting on it. What was I thinking? Only then did I notice someone standing and looking through the open door. How much had he seen. It was the gorgeous guy with the scorpion tattoo. Before I managed to say a word he dropped his towel, stepped into the room and pulled the door closed. "My turn", was all he said.

Being kidnapped and left naked in a remote cabin heated by wood located on a very popular snow mobile trail. A large sign on the door informs all those passing the ass inside needs breeding, no loads refused. The kidnappers know that their 'gay/bi riders club' will be passing by for the next three days and nights. A programmed phone has been left to tally the loads and unlocks for me to call for rescue after either the 100th oad, or 7th high viral load. I'm hoping for 6 high viral loads and to have the phone not unlock until well into day three.

'The apple had not fallen far from the tree' with Mike. Stan was an older silver version of his son. He was also clearly not surprised in the least to see Mike naked and on top of me. As Mike pulled out of my ass and turned to his Dad they high fived like a sports team member passing the play to their teammate. Stan greeted me and said to his son. "No condom, eh. So our sling rider is disease free. " Mike responded unabashedly. "No idea Dad! When I'm offered a hole raw I ask no questions, just plunge on in. I actually love the risk of not knowing. Gives me an adrenaline rush. Feeling it now just talking about it. And he didn't ask either." (Winking at me) "So you been tested lately." "A bareback bottom cum slut of my vintage. You can count on me being Poz. But I'm on meds and undetectable. As for other stuff? Haven't been tested in a while, but no obvious symptoms. What do you say Stan? Your son has my ass well lubed. You are welcome to wear a condom if you want." Stan had already been removing his clothes and by the time his boxers came off he was sporting a raging hard on. I meant what I said, but I was disappointed when he retrieved a rubber and rolled it on his magnificent member. I hate the feeling of a sheathed dick and this was no exception. He pushed in balls deep roughly and started a vigorous fuck right away. My disappointment was distracted a bit as Mike fed me his cock covered in his cum and my ass juices. After a short ten strokes Stan pulled out and ripped off the condom. "Are you sure you're okay with me fucking you raw? I so want to feel your cum flooded cunt!" "Fuck yeah man! I prefer you bareback. Give me everything you've got! Hell, father son cum, that'll be a first even for me. " He needed no further encouragement and his naked cock head was pounding my prostate. After about twenty minutes he left his naked cock in me deep but stopped for a breather. His son's fuck tool was back at full attention as he moved around and started eating out his father's ass. After a couple moments Mike stood and whispered in his Dad's ear. Stan smiled and said, "You want to fuck me raw? That would be a first for us. From what I've just learned about you barebacking history I shouldn't let you. But I'm feeling that adrenaline rush you talked about. Go ahead, but only on one condition. Don't pull out, I haven't been bred in years." He may not have been bred for years but the ease with which he accepted his son's naked cock proved he was no stranger to welcoming a fuck stick. Nothing had changed in my ass, but everything had ramped up. The [banned word] of watching a son breeding his Dad as his dad was raw fuckin me made me hornier than I could remember. It was not long 'til Stan was convulsing from head to toe mixing his sperm with his son's. His ass contractions simultaneously milked any remaining cum out of his son. For the second time my hands free orgasm had my load spraying the wall of the hut. Stan reached over me and lapped up all the cum he could find as his son returned to feltch out his father's freshly fucked hole. As cum was passed among all three mouths I found myself getting hard again. Without asking permission I slipped out of the sling, moved in behind Stan and plunged in raw. Mike started cleaning his Dad's messy cock. The cleaning turned into a deep throat face fuck with Stan's hands firmly guiding his son's head. When Stan's whole body spasmed this time his sperm was shooting past his son's tonsils. I was surprised to muster up another load which I planted deep in Stan's guts to join his son's load. The season may have had a late start; but it was clearly a fuckin fantastic start.

Are references to other STD's than HIV allowed in this section?

Very hot. Loosing your virginity and getting knocked up all in one. I'm sure this horny twink has more pozing adventures to share as we beat off.

The Male lead in 'Black Panther'

Great story. Got me fuckin hard and shot my wad!

After another quick shower I enjoyed watching a guy in a sling get bred. Another finger found it's way up my hole and I decided I better get prepared for what seemed inevitable. I made my way to the front desk and bought a kit to clean out. I decided I would be prepared for a safe condom fuck. As I was showering after my douche a guy I know from the choir I sing in slipped under the shower head beside me. I had never seen him naked before. He was a pretty average looking slim guy; but his dick was anything but average. How could I not have noticed the bulge this uncut dark beauty must have created in his pants. He noticed me staring, smiled and started soaping up his crotch and magnificent man meat. Clearly his intention had gone from cleaning to stroking. I watched as it proved to be not just a shower but also a grower. Not quite as thick as a beer can and at least ten inches in length. His voice broke me out of my angling trance. "I want to fuck you. Let's finish here and go to my room." He had a regular room. Bed, mirrored walls, TV screen high on one end playing bareback porn and the light on but dimmed. We stripped off our towels as soon as the door was closed. He had me lie face down. No kissing, no fondling. It looked like this would progress as straight forward as his declaration in the shower. His hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue penetrated my hole. I realized his tongue must be as amazing as his cock by the depth he was able to achieve. His technique was slow and sensuous at times, and fast and furious at other times. I was amazed at his endurance. After five minutes I was preparing my mind and body for the onslaught of his monster fuck stick. He transitioned from tongue fuck to eating out my tender hole. What started as a tender nibbles became bites and chewing of my ass lips just below an intolerable pain level. His technique and endurance was utterly astonishing. I lost track of time so consumed by pleasure. Finally his lips and licking started to move up my ass crack. He kissed his way up my spine and began to nibble lightly on my neck. Waves of chills and trembling moved throughout my body as something started to message my outer ring. When I thought I could take no more my hole was penetrated and I snapped to my senses. "No! No, you need to wear a condom. Pull out! You need a condom!" I cried. "Relax dude, that's just a finger. Don't worry ", his calm response. "Oh ... okay. That's okay. But you'll need a condom. " "Relax dude. Let me play with this tight hole. Let me get it good and ready. " And he did. One finger led to two. Two fingers l led to three. When the fourth finger was added I thought my ass couldn't stretch anymore. Yet at the same time it felt fantastic and my moans of pleasure just kept egging him on. To my amazement he added his thumb and proceeded with a vigorous pneumatic pulsing drilling motion. I thought I would split in two as I anticipated his knuckles breaking through and that I'd be recieving my first ever fist fuck. He seemed to know the limit to pound but not break through. After about three minutes he stopped and whispered in my ear. "This ass is now ready for my monster cock." I just nodded my head. With his naked cock head pressing against my eager hole I cleared my throat. "Hmm. Um ... you are forgetting something." "Oh shit man! Do you really want one of those. My raw skin is going to feel so much better." "I know. But yes, you need to wear a condom." "Oh man, I hate those things. They make my dick go flaccid. Please! I so want to fuck this tight ass." "No, sorry. Condom or no fuck. No matter how much I want you in me. I don't know you well enough. Fuck, I don't know anyone well enough to go raw. Besides, I already had one slip up and I'm not going through that worry again. Suite up or I'll have to ship out!" "Okay! Okay!" He was clearly frustrated. "Role over and put your legs up. I want to eat your ass as I put this on. Then I want to fuck you missionary and see your face as this monster breaches your fortress." His excellent ass eating resumed as I could hear him wrestle with the package and condom. As quick as it started it ended and I could see him looking down in distress. "It broke." He tried again and that one broke as well. I asked if he'd brought any extra large and he confessed he didn't think he'd need them. I tried to role the next one on and had better luck. He started to ease into my hole and it hurt like hell. I took deep breaths, urged him to add more lube and pleaded for him to go slow. When he was three inches in I felt the rubber snap hitting my inner gut walls. Clearly he was too big for the regular condoms the bathhouse provided. The pain in my but was both excruciating and exhilarating all at the same time.

As I realized whose finger was snaking up my ass the young freshly poz bred latino popped off his inseminater, jumped off the bed, and backed onto my raging hard on. This happened so quickly it took me a minute to realize I was about to be sandwiched into a bareback threesome fuck. By this point the scorpion tattoo cock was pushing at my hole. Part of me wanted to say, "What the hell, why resist?" But instinctively I pushed the latino off my cock and bolted from the intruder behind me. I ran and refreshed myself with a quick shower. Then I sat in front of a bank of porn screens to collect myself and calm my heartbeat. By now it was clear to me I was not going to be satisfied by just watching guys have sex. I figured the easiest and safest way to proceed would be to get to the 'slurp ramp' and suck on a cock or two. That area of the bathhouse was particularly crowded, with almost wall to wall guys that I needed to manoeuvre my way into. Some were reaching and touching my junk through my towel. Some were offering to suck me; but, I knew I needed a hard cock in my mouth. I came upon a handsome Asian guy whose eyes clearly communicated, "Do me." So I just squatted down right there in the crowd, removed his towel and sucked his five inch erection into my mouth. It wasn't large but it was hard and felt good to be taking part in the action. Looking up to check his response I saw his head thrown back. Clearly he was enjoying my ministrations. It was not long before I was rewarded with his salty sweet load. I happily gobbled it down not missing a drop. I stood, we kissed and thanked each other, and we moved on. A standing stall with glory holes at head level was empty. One load in my gut called for more so I hastily moved inside and closed the door to the tight mingling crowd. Within thirty seconds a beautiful eight inch veiny cock penetrated the hole and was instantly down my throat. It took a number of practice runs to get my gage reflex under control but I was determined and persistent. As five minutes of vigorous face fucking passed I began to question my skills. My top seemed no closer to orgasm. Reminding myself he hadn't left I doubted my efforts and pace. I reached up and took a firm grasp of his loose hanging ball sack. Bingo, his balls started to pull up inside his body. Within a minute rope after rope of sweet jism was being pumped directly down my esophagus. Almost before I could recover the next dick appeared. I collected two more loads down my throat and was well on my way to a third when I realized in my haste I must have not latched the door to my cubicle. I noticed hands spreading my ass cheeks followed by a warm mouth staring to eat out my hole. This felt utterly fantastic and all signals seemed to indicate a new load in my mouth was imminent so I just let the assault on my ass play out. I was so intent on bringing off the cock in my mouth I didn't notice my rear invader stand and penetrate my first ring with his cock head. I had no intention of losing my prize so kept sucking and was immediately rewarded with a mouthful of bitter yet tasty cum. By now two inches of raw cock was up my vulnerable hole. I turned to see who was invading my rear guard and sure enough it was the handsome hunk with the scorpion tattoo. His raw cock felt so good in my super tight hole I allowed him to push in another inch before I remembered that I had not cleaned out because of my promise to just watch. I pulled off his cock and bolted once again!

My favorite thing about being fucked from behind while standing and leaning against something is feeling my heavy cock swinging freely. Leaves me feeling so naked and exposed. Otherwise I rarely touch my cock while being fucked, I'm focused on the pleasure the raw cock is giving my ass. Sometimes a great fuck will just drive a hands free release of my load.

Very hot. Love a Prep break pozing where the bottom just gives acceptance even encourages and embraces his fate. I'm with the bottom, don't tell me 'til the toxic load has been planted deep in my guts.

Love stories of naive guys first bb experience! Looking forward to this ones further adventures toward his cum dump calling.

The radiant floor he was doing it's job and we were now both naked. I could barely take my eyes off Mike's gorgeous body. I pointed to where I kept my special lube for Mike to retrieve it. I reclined fully exposed in my sling, feet up in the stirrups. I loved the slight burn in my guts as his big farmer's finger penetrated and massaged my hole and inner lining. He motioned towards his coveralls, "I have a condom if you want. Something tells me you would rather I plunge in raw." "Your intuition read that right " I responded. "So of course you know I don't tolerate pull outs." "Oh man, this raw eight inches goes in you it ain't cumin out 'til my babies are deep in your gut!" "Babies eh?!", I queried. "You poz?" "No. I just meant sperm. Sorry if that disappoints." "Not at all,; but, let's stop talking and start fucking." With that he plunged in balls deep. I gasped out a cry begging for a moment to recover. Having taken a few deep breaths and a couple hits of poppers I nodded in readiness. It was a good thing I was ready, 'cause he pounded me like a deasel piston at full power. And, he kept it up for twenty unrelenting minutes. My groans and calls of delight just got louder and louder and more unrestrained. "Fuck yeah you brute! Ugh, fuuuuuuccck, shit! Don't stop man! Destroy my fuckin hairy hole with your big raw tool! God damn man, that naked cock feels so fuckin good! Yeah man! Pound my prostate into my chest!" "Fuuuuuuccck!" He was covered in sweat by now. It was dripping off his hairy chest onto mine and off his curly hair into my eyes. I didn't care. I just wanted this epic fuck to last forever. To soon he asked, "You ready man 'cause my balls are ready to explode!" I didn't have time to say, "Give it to me." I could feel his dick begin to pulse and spew spooge after spooge deep in my guts. "Fuck man!" I gasped. "That was awesome!" He took a deep breath, "Hey you fucker slut! I'm not done with you yet. There are at least two more loads where that came from." I could already feel his erection returning inside me. The next fuck was just as intense; but, the pace was slower and deliberate. During this he probed me with questions. "When was the last time you were bred?" (Two months ago.) Are you a total bottom? (With men.) So you have sex with women? (My wife and her girlfriends) Cool. Do you ever really fish in this hut? (Rarely) What party drugs do you like? (Most everything. I would love to do a slam sometime.) Fuckin A man! Ready for load two, 'cause here it is. Ugh, Augh, Fuuuuuuccck!" My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my cock erupted hands free shooting cum all over my torso, face, into my hair and one shot hit the hut wall behind me. By now it was dark outside and we were so overheated that we moved the next round outside. Mike railed me as I leaned against his tractor tire. With three quick pumps he unloaded within me with as much cum as the first orgasm. We quickly rushed back inside to get warm and sniff down a few more lines. The fourth fuck he took me doggy style on the cozy floor. As rope upon rope sprayed my insides we heard a snowmobile come to a stop beside my hut. With no knock the door opened and Stan found his naked son sprawled and gasping on my back with his raw cock still up my hole.

Warning: There is a brief mention of straight/bi sex. My ice fishing hut was delivered every year by Mike or his dad Stan. Their farm was on the shore of our lake and they stored about three dozen seasonal huts. Each was roughly 6' by 8' and they moved them to our specific favorite locations when the ice was thick and solid enough to carry their smallest tractor. Most of the guys had their huts clustered in a small area where local lore promised plenty of fish. On the other hand if I catch one or two actual fish per winter I'm happy. I use my hut to real in another kind of creature all together. I go to this effort to attract men and a very specific kind of man. I advertise my availability at the hut on Bbrt and Scruff and have the best results from the good old fashioned method, 'word of mouth '. I'm mostly interested in guys who want better blowjobs than they get at home and many of my fellow ice fishermen know where to find me. No appointment necessary. Just be prepared to either walk away or join in if sounds from within signal vigorous sexual activity. Better still I'm hoping for guys that want to fuck my willing hairy ass, and only the ones that are willing to do so bareback. That's why my hut is always placed in a secluded bay far enough away from the regular hut cluster. Yet close enough to some good public parking. Mike and Stan were very professional and never asked questions about my unique placement choice. They just dragged my grey hut into the same place each ice season and took my money for their services. Until this year. You may not think of an ice hut as a warm and attractive place for sex so I will give you the chef's tour. It has a fully insulated floor complete with in floor radiant heating powered by an extra quiet generator which sits on a shelf outside on one end of the building. There is a small trap door through which I can make a hole in the ice for the few times per season I choose to actually fish. The walls and roof have great insulation built in as well and a couple of small skylights let in any natural light. My shelter has more creature comforts than most you see on frozen lakes and rivers; a couple of folding chairs, small bar and fridge, a drug cabinet, a flat screen tv exclusively for bb porn played off my phone and my prize addition, a sex sling. I put this extra effort into creating my ice hut sex shack because I'm married to a woman. I want winter privacy for most of my man on man action. In other seasons I can suck guys off outdoors or in their cars. I can get fucked against a tree. But that's not so enjoyable at 30 degrees below zero. I have done it mind you, just not as often as my ass needs a work out. She knows. We met in a MMF threesome with one of her early boyfriends. She can't pretend to not know as the first time we met she watched me suck her man and enjoyed my dick in her pussy as he loaded my ass. We're both polyamorous and bi. It makes for a great partnership. The ice was very late this year so I was disappointed when Mike informed me that my shed would be the last to be delivered. He pulled it into my spot just before sunset so I immediately fired up the generator to get the radiant heat pumping and the lights on. Mike pulled a flask from his coveralls pocket and invited himself inside. He wanted to thank me for my patience. The whiskey burned in that wonderful way going down and had a unique taste I couldn't quite put my finger on. I had always been attracted to Mike. He had a pleasant face, warm dark brown eyes ,curly hair and a thick full beard. A little long for my taste but whatever. His 6' 2" solid frame reclined comfortably in the folding chair. Internal heat from the alcohol and the radiant floor worked their magic and we pealed our winter outerwear. I began to see more of him than ever before. He had a nice tuft of hair peaking out at the base of his neck. A pleasant covering of hand and arm hair emerged as he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt. I wonder if he was flirting and all doubt was removed when he pealed the plaid shirt. The tshirt underneath read, 'I fuck on the first date.' I now recognized the strange taste in the whiskey as I also noticed an enjoyable warming and horniness in my balls and ass. I cut right to the chase asking, "So is this a first date?" He smiled, nodded, and unbuckled his belt. I decided it was time to hang the sling and offered a few lines for us to share. I had a great view of his shirtless v-shaped back and the fuzzy hair tufts that foreshadowed the luscious pelt of manly hair carpeting his fit torso, much like my own. I was starting my season with my favorite male body type.

I was so relieved when my test came back negative. I swore to myself I would never let a raw cock in my ass ever again. So why was I visiting a bathhouse within the week? What was I thinking? I rationalized I was only going to watch. Bareback porn got me so hot and horny, why not watch some guys actually getting nailed and bred. Besides I hadn't sworn off sucking cock, had I. I wouldn't take a room to decrease my chances of breaking my self imposed promise. It was almost midnight on a Friday so the place was crowded. I had indulged in some edibles and had a double scotch on the rocks at a bar on my way over. I was feeling mighty good as I stripped off at my locker. Before I wrapped my towel around myself I noticed the guy beside me pulling his shirt over his head. A beautiful scorpion tattoo adorned his left shoulder. He smiled at me and winked as he watched my dick start to rise. 'What the fuck Is wrong with me?' I quickly wrapped up and took a tour of the halls grateful scorpion tattoo didn't follow me. A young slim latino lad caught my eye. He was leaning against the open door to a room with a pot bellied 60ish guy lying naked on his bed stroking a thick 7 inch erection. As I had hoped the young guy slipped into the room leaving the door wide open. He dropped his towel and without saying a word climbed up onto the bed, straddled the man and lowered himself on the cock. They fucked like this for five minutes until the older guy said, "My turn." The latino got up as the older man lifted his legs exposing his ass. The latino moved down to rim the hole and the older guy said, "Just push on in son, there are already two loads up there for lube." The young man feltched some of the loads and snowballed them to the daddy as he followed instructions and pushed his average size raw dick into the sloppy hole. It didn't take very many strokes before he was clearly pumping his young load to join the other two in the older man's hole. Catching his breath he pulled out and remounted the thick daddy cock proclaiming, "My turn, load me up old man." Very quickly the older guy's tell tale breathing started and he asked, "You sure you want this poison poz load boy?" Without a word the latino sat down hard on the cock and bent over to plant a big sloppy kiss on the daddy's mouth. The older man's hips bucked like a bronco as he pumped his toxic load in deep. I realized I was stroking my leaking cock under my towel as I felt a hand reach under the back. A wet finger penetrated my tight hole. Turning my head I realized the finger belonged to the guy with the scorpion tattoo!

The curtain opened to a single spotlight slowly coming up a bit to the right of center stage. A short bald, beach ball shaped man stood there facing the audience. He was naked save white athletic socks and a pair of teal hightop runners. His craggy voice broke the silence as he stood firm."I love cum! I always have. The first time I ejaculated I ate my own sperm. I was instantly hooked. I made sure word leaked out around school and I sucked down every load I could get; students, fellow Club members, sports teams, home and visiting, even the odd teacher, coach or chaperone. The night of my high school prom I spent more time in the boys bathroom than on the dance floor. I had been offered fucks many times before but held off 'til the night of the prom. With this body I didn't have a date. So my choice was to host as many cocks as I could under the stall walls. Remember I love cum so I gave no thought to using condoms. At least a dozen guys fuck me raw that night from the captain of the football team to the ugliest troll in our school. Only seven bred my ass. When the cum started leaking out I slopped it up on my fingers and gobbled down every drop I could find. The addition of my ass juices was pure intoxication. I moved to a neighboring city for college and discovered glory holes. (A wall with a glory hole descends on the left side of the stage. ) I've taken so many loads it's a miracle I'm not HIV positive. I figure it is inevitable I'll get it. Maybe tonight will be my lucky night. I love cum, I love poz cum even more!" He quietly walked behind the wall and his bare ass appeared in the glory hole Another object lowers stage right. It is slowly illuminated. It turns out to be a sex sling with a gorgeous, muscular, naked, tattooed man reclining with his feet in the stirrups. He winks seductively at the audience as he is lubbing his butt hole. He then spoke; "I've been chasing for three months. Fuck, who knows I may have already been knocked up. I just love being a cum dump. Bring on the fuckin poz pigs, my ass is ready. " Two twinks clad only in white towels chat aimlessly of all their bathhouse antics as they enter stage left. They are clearly excited by the guy in the sling and the butt in the glory hole. One of the twinks is Chris. The other spoke first. "Holy Shit, look at this man! I'm topping tonight. I started Prep a while ago, but I just can't remember to take it every day. And I'm sure not fuckin organized enough to use that other method. Some fuckin thing about a pill 24 hours before you plan to have sex, who plans it? and two pills in the days after ... fuuuuuuccck! That glory hole ass is my type of action tonight. " Chris's character; "That's exactly why I went off Prep and got myself knocked up as fast as possible. No meds for me. Let's grab our first piece of ass for the evening. " Chris approached the sling and fingered the waiting hole. Finding it prelubed he dropped his towel, stroked himself fully erect, and slid on in. His friend was bent and eating out the glory hole plump ass. Three guys already in a bareback fuck train shuffled on stage. Jason was bringing up the rear. A gorgeous big bear of a man was in the middle position. A frumpy pot bellied dad bod was at the front and was the first to speak. "Holy fuckin shit! How did I let this happen? I stumbled on gay porn last year and got up the courage tonight to come and watch some guys making out for real. I had never even touched a guy's cock before and now I have this big hairy stranger's naked prick up my ass. What the fuck am I doing?!" The bear's fucking pace was picking up speed and his breathing was telltale erratic. "I'm close, where do you want this load man? Should I pull out?" "No! ... I mean ... ah ... yes, yes, pull out! Oh fuuuuuuccck, you're cummin in my ass man, fuuuuuuccck!" "Too late , I creamed in you deep", said the proud bear catching his breath. "Don't worry old man. I'm clean. I'm neg and STD free. I'm on Prep. Enjoy my big clean load." Jason's character's angry voice as he pulled out of the bear; "Damn fucking bastard! I hate that phrase, 'I'm clean.' What the fuck? I've showered to. Just 'cause I'm shooting a poison high voltage viral load doesn't make me dirty. Makes my load white slimy gold. Besides, poz guys are the best hottest sex going. To hell with this stupid bear ass, I'm going for that twink fucking at the glory hole. " The twink's face showed shock and horror, but he didn't push Jason away and it wasn't long 'til it was clear he was loving the raw cock pounding his ass. That was until Jason unloaded deep inside him! The bear pulled out and immediately went to plunge into Jason's ass. The next forty minutes were consumed by a free for all bareback orgy. Each of the seven performers climaxed at least twice and usually deep in the ass they were topping. A few loads were clearly swallowed deep throat. Between them Chris and Jason loaded every negative ass at least once accept the bear. They had no desire to waste their precious poz poison. Following the performance the audience stayed for a 'q and a'. They learned that indeed Chris and Jason were infected, not medicated and shooting highly contagious loads. Four of the others were negative chasers who until that moment had not known who the infected actors were. The bear really was on Prep, but confessed he to hated the phrase 'I'm clean.' It was unanimous that Jason and Chris took the prize for planting the most intense poundings and the hottest loads. Jason and Chris celebrated their star status by finding the closest sex club and bottoming 'til the sun came up on their cum slicked holes. Jason returned to his meds and undetectable status as soon as he got home to his beloved Barry. Chris stayed in Amsterdam signed on for a permanent role as long as the orgy production ran. The play was wildly popular, and ran long enough that a few of the original negative bottoms would also return to poz a few willing actors. At the end of the run Chris figured he'd had a role in pozing a couple dozen guys on and off stage. Figuring that as his quota he returned to live with his soul mates Jason and Barry. He also decided it was time to accept medication and become an outspoken advocate of U =U.

Why did they even suggest them. Sound like guys that would only skinny dip anyway. Great start, looking forward to more.

I would luv a bb porn star for a fuck buddy and if the relationship chemistry was there a partner. No problem

Chris was jubilant when his poz test results came back. Like Jason and Barry's diagnosis the three pals celebrated at the bathhouse, Chris and Jason shooting off as many loads as they could into unsuspecting and chasing asses as alike. Their approach was, if he doesn't ask I don't need to tell. They all sucked down and took a couple of loads in their holes, even Barry. Over the next few weeks Jason and Barry saw little of Chris. He was all over town dropping his precious poz sperm into every willing ass he could find. One evening Chris turned up just in time for dinner. He was clearly very excited to share an invitation with Barry and Jason. An underground theater company in Amsterdam had offered the three of them roles in an experimental avantgaurd theater production. The simple premise, actors having unsimulated bareback sex in front of a theater audience. He didn't know much more than that. Barry responded respectfully, "I'm out. I don't act, and I really don't like traveling that far. Enjoy guys, but it's not for me. " Jason spoke with concern, "But what about our high viral load status. When they learn that we won't get parts. " "That's just why they want you and me Jason. They want the audience to know some of the negative actors are actually getting infected in front of their eyes. They want to use this play to provoke a conversation about gifters and chasers. No one will know we really are the positive actors 'til it is revealed in the play. Not even the other actors. They will all be chasers who will have signed releases that they know and accept the risks they are taking. " "Let me get this straight", responded Jason. "So they are going to pay me to fly to Amsterdam, go on stage naked, and fuck who knows how many negative asses bareback with my toxic cock." "Yup, that's it in a nutshell."

That's a dream cum true! I would so luv to have that experience.