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I decided to pull my jeans on commando and leave my shirt unbuttoned when I got back to our booth. I'm a cum slut and love it, why not advertise with my state of undress. Our waiter arrived with a take out bag bulging with the rest of my clothes and shoes. "You might be interested in these at some point. I know your paramour rules require you to tell your hubby about the two loads you just snuck in the bathroom, but according to my count you've got five more to cover from earlier today. Don't start on those 'til I return with your dessert and coffee." Hubby smiling; "That was quite a show love." Me; "How much did you see?" Hubby ; "The chef was leaving the cubicle fastening his fly when I arrived. I assumed he'd left his deposit. I had a front row seat for the rest. Fuckin hot show my man. Fuckin hot breeding you took." Me: "Damn, I'm such a cum slut! Can't get enough!" Hubby; "And I love that about you. Saw that the first night we met and wouldn't dream of trying to change you. Not in a thousand years. It's such a quirky part of your charm. That said, you owe me stories of the other five loads today. Here's our coffee and dessert. Time to fess up lover." Our waiter served our orders and slipped into the booth beside me. He undid the buttons which were escue on his shirt as well as my jeans. He slipped his hand in to hold my hardening cock. "Okay bud, you've got five more loads to account for. Speak up." Me; "Okay, okay. Fuck that feels good. ... Where did I leave off. Oh yeah, I'd just taken the probably toxic load from the silver fox behind the dumpster." "When I realized I had a spare half hour before hubby would be home and knew I was way too horny to wait I decided to stop by the ABS. I could probably get one more load in." "It was just after work hours so lots of guys were around seeking quick release before heading home. I decided to jettison any pretense of being picky. I moved into a booth and backed my ass up to the glory hole. 'Cum what may!' " "In no time I could feel pressure and a very painful penetration. I reached between my legs to feel the guy was wearing a condom. Imeaditly I pulled off and turned my eager ass to the hole on the other side of the booth." Within two seconds a slim naked cock snaked deep into me. With each fuck movement he made into me I made an equal and opposite push back to the degree the wall would allow. We quickly found a rythm and I thought; 'Fuck, I know why I was given this ass and what it needs when it needs scratching.' The pace increased and his howl of ecstatic release came through the wall as he blasted his workday load into my 'give me whatever' ass." "When he pulled out I thought; 'Okay enough, let's head home.'" "The thought was barely processed when another raw cock was up my fuck juice slippery ass. This was a huge thick black monster. There was no missing it's pressure stretching my hole, pounding past my prostate and attacking my second hole."

Waiter; "Hey you guys, I gotta get these dishes back to the kitchen. I need a bathroom break. Then I'll bring your dessert and Irish coffee. " Hubby; "Sounds good." Me; "Yeah, a bathroom break sounds like a good idea." Hubby; "Don't take too long, you don't want to miss dessert." And he winked. I really did have to take a leak. At the same time all my talk about fucking had my ass with an itch that needed scratching. I was finished at the urinal before our waiter arrived. I had already moved to a stall, dropped my jeans, leaned over the throne and left the door open when he did arrive. I could literally feel the heat from his eyes checking my ass when he passed on his way to the urinal. I listened to his long hard steady piss, then there was silence. I chose to just keep staring at the wall. As I anticipated warm hands spread my butt cheeks. Then a tongue lapped around my cummy hole and transitioned to a nice tongue fuck. I'd had other waiters take me in this stall. This would be my first load from this young guy that had just been holding my hubby's erection; the guy my hubby had been giving the hand job. It was time. He stood and his bare cock slid into my eager fuck chute. He pushed in steady and soon his coarse pubic hair was tickling my ass cheeks. I thought that was strange. I figured a young otter like him would keep his bush trimmed short if not shaved. I reached under as I often do to feel the naked cock meet my hole. I was again confused when my hand brushed by a coarsely haired leg. This just didn't check with the soft hair I'd seen on his chest. Whoever it was, he was laying on a great fuck, nothing to complain about there. Then my neck was being nibbled and scratched by his coarse beard. But my young man didn't have a beard. Who was fucking me? I looked back to see the restaurant chef panting as he pounded away at my backside. But that's not all there was to see. Our young waiter was railing the chef's ass. The chef was the filling in our little bareback sandwich. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head. He was definitely enjoying himself and all the action brought him over the edge quickly. Rope after rope of cum sprayed in my ass. When the chef pulled out the waiter dove in to feast on and feltch my well used hole. He stood, kissed me, shared some cum and quickly impaled me with his impressive six and a half inch member. The roughest most brutal fuck of my day ensued for the next five minutes. All of a sudden my ass was bereft, empty and wanting. I looked back to see the waiter ripping off all his clothes. He was well put together and a beautiful naked otter sight to behold. I thought 'what the fuck' and quickly slipped out of my clothes as well. I laid on the floor in the middle of the room legs raised, ass offered. He was in pushup position and pistoning in youthful abandon before a blink of the eye. The look on his face when he came deep in me was that of a wild animal. He panted and panted fighting to regain his breath for the longest time. That's when I heard clapping and there in the open bathroom door stood hubby with a group of patrons from the restaurant. Our waiter unabashedly stood up and took a bow. Not to be outdone I too stood, took his hand, and in our naked glory we bowed together. The waiter began gathering and putting on his clothes. I just grabbed my jeans and shirt and walked through the clapping audience. When I was sure all eyes were on me I scooped some cum from my ass and fed it to hubby. The small crowd went wild with cheers and cat calls.

I had checked the chart of Mountain man's boyfriend by the end of my work day. Saw he was unmedicated HIV+. I wasn't really worried, just curious and honestly maybe a bit excited. I swung by the room as I was leaving work. Some hospital staff were working on his friend so Mountain man was in the hall. His cushion of curly chest hair was nicely revealed by his half open shirt. He saw me coming and welcomed me with a smile. Him; "Hi. How's the rest of your day gone? How many more loads have you collected?" Me laughing; "None, damn it." Him; "There's more hours left in the day." Me; "That there is. Hey, can I ask you a question? " Him; "Shoot away." Me; "Your boyfriend's HIV+, do you know your status?" Him; "Nope, never bothered checking. Probably poz I guess. I'm the top in this relationship. Probably only taken four of his toxic loads up my ass. Likely a few others from strangers. Does it matter? A little late for you to ask don't you think?" Me; "No, your right. It doesn't matter to me, otherwise I would have asked before we started. I just find your "don't know, probably poz" response exciting. The risk gives me an adrenaline rush. Hope you aren't offended." Him; "Fuck no man! Want me to replace the load I flushed out with my piss enima?" I checked the hall and there was no way we could get into the public one holer without being noticed by a number of people. Me; "That would be great bud. But we'll have to make it another time. " Him; "Cool man. Have a good night." Me; "Thanks" Our little chat had me quite turned on as I started my walk home. Truth be told, I was quite disappointed to have to turn down his offer. About half way home I stopped into a convenience store to grab a chocolate bar. All the sex during the day took a lot of energy. I knew I needed something to get me to dinner. A distinguished looking silver fox was fingering through some gay porn at the magazine stand. Our eyes had met in that seductive inviting way so I approached him after paying for my sugar rush. Him; "Hi handsome. Wanna fuck?" Hubby; "Nothin like cutting right to the chase." Me; "Oh yeah, he was a confident one. So I also cut to the chase telling him I couldn't host." Him; "I got a special stall behind a dumpster in the lane. " Me; " "What are we waiting for?" As we made our way around the corner I asked his status. " Him; "Don't know handsome, but with all the loads I've taken through my back door I'm likely poz. We're still doing this raw fella." Me; "No question about that on my part. Only question is, are you verse?" Him; "You want me to breed your pretty little ass? You on PrEP?" Me; "No to PrEP. Yes please, fill me with your questionable seed." I was already turned to lean against the dumpster and dropping my pants. I didn't even look to check his size. He spit and started to slide in. " Him; "This holes been well used already today. " Me; "Yup. Just made it hungry for more." Him; "I don't top often so this is going to be quick. " Me; "No problem for me." Him; "Good, 'cause here it comes handsome. Fuckin spraying you deep with my special gizz. Could be knocking you up right now. Look at you milking my cock for every drop with your ass muscles." It wasn't intentional. I was shooting a huge hand's free load all over the side of the dumpster I was feeling so frightened and excited. Hubby leaned across the table and kissed me.

Hot story. Vacation fucks are the best.

Waiter: "Your order is up. I can see it in the pass through. Don't you dare start your next story without me. Fuck! How am I going to hide this hard on? Damn!" He was adjusting it as he maneuvered his way between tables across the restaurant. I'm sure he was thankful there were still few customers. ⁸ My hubby shared some mundane details of his day and soon our meals were delivered. Our waiter pushed in close beside my hubby. Their hands disappeared under the table and hubby made no attempt to hide he was unbuckling his belt and opening his fly. I'm sure our waiter's hand was wrapped around the 8 inch hard on that I knew so intimately. Me; "I live for guys with open shirts. Especially if it shows off a hairy chest. " My hubby ran his hand over our waiter's. Me; "Yes. Like that. So midafternoon this mountain of a man came onto our ward. Confident cocky walk inspired by cowboy boots; warn tight Wranglers outlining a club size bulge snaking down his left leg; plaid flannel shirt half unbuttoned revealing a pillow of long curly dirty blonde chest hair. Not really muscular, just big framed so able to carry a lot of solid weight. " "He came up to the nursing station and stood close beside me. While asking for his boyfriend's room number his hand boldly reached inside my underwear and a large finger probed my sloppy hole. It was all I could do to keep from gasping. He didn't miss the subtle signs of my struggle. His next question was directions to the public washroom. I didn't miss his wink as he headed off to use it. " "Our ward clerk hadn't missed a thing and chided me to get following, "You don't keep a cock like that waiting. " Reaching the bathroom together I checked the hall to make sure noone other than the ward clerk were watching. Coast clear, we slipped inside." "He caught me by the arm before I could drop down to offer oral ministrations. He spun me around and roughly dropped my uniform and underwear to my knees. I looked back to see him undo the rest of his shirt, open and drop his pants. Yup! Fuckin commando! His eleven inche, beer can thick fuck baton slapped his hairy belly. I thought I'd faint just looking at it. How could it fit where we both knew it was going next?" Hubby; "That explains why you bled so much when I fucked you after work. " Me; "Oh yeah! Thankfully he knew he had to go easy even with an ass that had already had an earlier workout. With only his naked head in I thought I was being split in two. He must have been a good boy scout; 'Be Prepared'. He placed poppers under my nose and I took several hits as he slowly worked into me inch by painful inch." "With about six of eleven inches in me he began a slow steady fuck. Each in stroke gaining maybe a half inch. I just kept huffing on the brown bottle wondering how I was going to manage to work after this. At about eight inches he pulled out. I felt so fuckin empty. He pulled off my shirt and shucked his own as he sat down on the toilet seat. He motioned for me to straddle him and reassured me it wouldn't hurt as much when it was fully impaled. "Trust me, I know. " " "So I straddled his lap and lined his naked monster up with my hole. I slowly sank down surprisingly relieved to have it back inside even with the pain. By six inches of penetration he started fucking up into me. Hands pushing down on my shoulders he kept urging me further and further on. When he reached my second ring he leaned in and nibbled my ear. I shuddered and he slipped through. I could tell I was fully impaled and miraculously the pain transformed into all consuming pleasure. I sped up my bouncing on his magnificent member with two competing thoughts. 'I've got to get him off fast and get back to work' against, 'This is so fuckin awesome I don't want it ever to end. ' I didn't get a choice. He buried his bearded mouth in my neck to stifle his groans as he blasted deep spraying deeper gut walls than my first two breedings. As he began to soften he pushed me off arranging me doggy style on the floor. His cock was back in me along with a steady stream of piss. "That's what I originally came in here for" his deep voice quietly spoke in my ear. He quickly dressed, thanked me and slipped out the door. I then took his place on the throne and silently thanked him for the natural enima. I prefer to carry loads as long as I can; but three big loads would have been impossible to hide. Especially with my destroyed hole. " Waiter; "Fuckin awesome man!" From the flush on his face and upper chest I was pretty sure he was referring to the hand job from my hubby as much as my lurid story telling.

Me; "Within 14 minutes I was meeting Sam by the Janitor rooms in the basement. His fully hard 5 inch fuck tool might not be long or thick but I knew from experience he was gifted and I wasn't missing a chance to put it to maximum use. Sam is from the Punjab. One of those small statured slim dark skinned guys with deep black eyes. He has a wife and five kids that he adores. He's a natural lover. He loves his work. He loves to fuck men. He'd filled my ass with his love juices on a dozen occasions over the years. An empty room, a closet, even a deserted stairwell. I'd drop trou, he'd open his fly, one wet spit, and he'd stick it in. Always a quick pump and dump and always a nice big load for me to carry the rest of my work day and bring home to hubby."⁷ Hubby; "Nice curry hint to that cum. Mmmmmm good!" Me; "Today was quick but he was in the mood for something different. He had checked that the janitor rooms were empty and took me into the showers. I knew he was hairy from his arm's and the tuft under his Adam's Apple. When he stripped I was gobsmacked. His dark black body hair mated over every inch. See I'm really into hairy guys. " Our waiter wore his pristine white shirt nicely open showcasing his olive chest and otter hair at it's best. He now undid another button seductively running fingers through his chest hair and sliding down toward his neather regions. Waiter; "I had figured that out", as he winked flirtatiously at my hubby. Me; "I loved Sam's game plan and was out of my uniform in no time. I finally had a chance to taste that tidy dark uncut cock. Just the right amount of sweaty musk to roll my tongue around and amplify the itch in my ass6. " "I had just stood and turned to the wall with Sam's unsheathed cock at my hole when I heard a relaxed tune being whistled. Sam noticed my hole tense and said, "Don't worry. That's just Fred coming for his mid morning shower. He'll have had two nurses and a female doctor by now. Just freshening up." Sure enough the happy tune joined us in the big open shower room stark naked and interrupting his song long enough to say; "Don't mind me guys." " "As his whistling resumed Sam prodded my hole reminding me to take a deep breath. Prelubed with McSteamy's cum Sam was in me in a flash. I was in cum slut heaven with my naked back caressed by Sam's carpet of soft hair, his naked fuck tool stirring the doctor's deposit, and an appreciative straight man stroking his boner as if I needed more erotic encouragement. " "They may have been quick, but Sam knew how to lay on a good fuck and this was the best yet. I knew well the tell tale catch in his breath signaling he was close. He called across the room; "Hey Fred. Wife's been away and I've had all the kid care. Got a four day load I'm planting in this cute nurse. ਓਹ ਹਾਂ, ਚੱਕ ਜਾਓ! Filling your ass! Better get it back to work. Hope you can hold all that in or you'll have one tell tale wet spot." " "I'm pretty good at holding in my treasures; but, two loads and one a four dayer. I knew I was now a prime target for any knowing top. Besides every load up my ass increased the horniness hormones I would be sending out like a bitch in heat."

Great pozing tale!

(This story is not so much about chasing or gifting. It is more about living on the edge and the adrenaline rush of taking risks with many barebacker sexual partners without the safety of PrEP. I chose to place it here because some might feel it's closer to this topic than general bareback where there's no reference to HIV.) "Looks like we're not cooking again tonight", said my husband with a twinkle in his eyes. He can always tell when I arrive home with a load or two or more from my day at work in the hospital. This was a 'more day' and we had two rules. The first was that he would never waist the natural lube for his 8 inch thick cock. After breeding me on the kitchen island he would enjoy an appetizer by fetching out his load and the rewards of my sexually active day. This day there was enough protein for the main course, so lots to snowballing share with me. The second rule was we had to share all the details if we had hooked up. We had an open relationship from day one and often played together with others. But the rule was if you played on your own you had to tell the other as soon as possible. Like I needed to tell him, he could always smell the other men on me from 100 feet. We never rushed a fuck with each other so this day like many, supper prep time disappeared. Besides it was more fun to tell all the sordid details when neither of us were distracted by something as mundane as meal preparation. So he spent forty five minutes pounding two of his loads into me; one in the kitchen followed by appetizer; the other in the shower; and then we headed off to our secluded booth at the back of our favorite Italian restaurant. The fact that we knew our server was a cute, young, olive skinned otter who provided special privileges and discretion didn't hurt either. - . ------.-------.-------.-------.-------.-------.-------.---- Me: "So there was a super handsome new doctor on Rounds this morning. " My hubby: "Oh, oh, okay. I know where this is going. " Me: "Don't give me that hon. I know you loved the api we just shared every bit as much or more than I did. " Him: "Yup! And I know that I've just sampled more than the taste of this new doctor's cum. How many did you bring home tucked up your sweet perky ass babe? Were you able to do any nursing work today?" Me: "Uh... uh.... (counting in my head) ... not sure.... I think nine." Our waiter whistled: "Fuck you whore, that's a lot even for you!" We had not noticed his arrival. Me; "Actually there was the 26 load bathhouse visit before I met hon. Wait, that was the night I met you wasn't it hon? But who's counting?" Waiter; "Not me. I couldn't keep up. " Hubby laughing; "Now you see my problem. You don't look very busy. Why don't you get our usual cocktails and sit in to hear his sordid details?" ------.-------.------.------.-------.--------.--------.------- Me; "It looked like Rounds as usual. All the regular team. Just as we were heading into the first patient room he appeared and joined us. I lost my breath the moment our eyes met. There was an instant connection. My first thought was about my 'Pure' capsules. My ass was sure to be clean for what was bound to be probing it soon." "He looked a lot like McSteamy from Gray's Anatomy. Tall, slim, sharpely handsome face, patchy scruffy beard that he could get away with due to his steamy grin and seductive blue grey eyes. Those eyes instantly saw right through me and he knew before the day was finished where he would be planting his load. " Waiter; "You hoped!" Hubby; "Oh no! My slutty babe knew!" Me; "Shortly after Rounds McSteamy arrives at my nursing station. When he's finished giving instructions to the ward clerk he makes sure he's caught my eye. Using his seductive eyes and nothing more he motions me down the hall. When we get to the walk in linnen closet he pushes me in, closes and locks the door." "I'm on my knees and fish out his 5 inch semi-erect tool. It quickly expands to it's full 7 inch respectable slender hardness in my mouth. He grabs me by the hair, pulls me to my feet, spins me around and leans me against the shelving in one smoothly orchestrated movement. He's done this many times with many a nurse. " " "No time for oral foreplay whore. As a doctor I know very well we should use a condom but you will only take it bareback. Right slut?" " "I silently nodded my head. " Waiter; "Fuck, you didn't even ask his status?" Hubby laughing; "Are you kidding? This guy? He never does. " Waiter; "You must be on PrEP?" Hubby smiling; "He's not. We gotta get you on that." Me; "Yah, I guess. " Hubby smiling; "Or not. You love the adrenalin rush of not knowing. Right?" Waiter; "So are you guys chasing? I'm assuming you bareback each other. " Hubby; "Not really chasing. We just haven't got around to PrEP. And honestly, we both get horned up by the spin of the Roulette wheel. Maybe we are pre-chasing." Waiter; "Fuck! You guys are so damn hot. " Me; "Do you guys want to hear the rest of this story? Or not?" They both nod and turn their attention back to me where it belongs. Me; "Before I could answer his question, with just spit for lube he presses against my vulnerable hole. I take a deep breath and his naked head has penetrated me. "That's it, deep breaths slut. Keep relaxing that hole so I can force this beaut into you balls deep. We don't have a lot of time for this pump and dump. We don't want to be missed do we?" " "By the time I could feel his trimmed pubic hairs scratching my ass cheeks the pounding began. Zero to one hundred in a flash. Between the rocking of the shelving and the rhythmic slapping of his pelvis to my butt cheeks I'm surprised we hadn't attracted a crowd to the closest door." "Within two minutes he was breathlessly whispering in my ear, "Filling your slutty ass whore. You're getting my second load of the day and I can only imagine how many you'll get dropped in there before your day ends. Thanks. Have fun. " " "And he was gone before I could even pull up my scrubs. I probed my ass and had a little taste just to be sure I had received my reward for the chance I'd taken. It tasted mighty sweet!" "As I emerged from the closest Sam the janitor gave me a knowing look asking; "Are you headed to the lab with samples?" " ""Pretty sure I am." I responded." "Sam leaned in speaking so only I could hear, "Great. Meet me in the basement in 15. I'll give you a sample to join the good doctor's." "

So ready to read more about James capitulation.

This is fuckin fantastic. Thanks

Brad and Lu's pozing video clips quickly became so popular that they caught the attention of a Los Angels edgy porn studio. This studio was in the process of developing an underground sub-brand to break into the pozing fetish market. They hired Brad and Lu to be among the main faces and toxic poz cocks to carry the brand. They were exceedingly impressed with Brent's work behind camera and his editing hiring him as well. The three had a short month to quit their jobs, get out of leases, find new housing and move south. Somehow they also managed to make a new movie each of these weeks. For Brent that meant three movies per week since he had agreed to finish the month with Hal. Brent arrived in California exhausted and their first filming was slated to start the middle of their first week. Excitment and adrenaline kept Brent going. Needless to say his self care habits had already been slipping. Forget PrEP, he was forgetting to brush his teeth in the midst of his long days. The first shoot started early with cast and crew mixing and mingling over a continental breakfast. The actors consisted of three negative chasing bottoms, mostly newbies to porn; Brad Lu and three big name porn stars who were very public about their unmedicated HIV positive status. All three sported biohazard tattoos over their famous cocks. Brad and Lu were a bit star struck and hoped the director would include recharging action for their asses as well as pozing the chasers. Brent was sharing the video tapping with three other camera men. This was an entirely new experience that he quickly grew comfortable with. He especially liked that the director had encouraged the camera crew to literally get into the action if the spirit and he invited them to do so. In the director's experience this made for the hottest footage to edit. He knew many purchasers got even more turned on knowing that all this uninhibited sex was happening with a horny audience on set. The morning shoot went well. By lunch the mood was relaxed. It was clear the scouting crew had pulled together a cast and crew with fantastic chemistry. Brent was approached early in the afternoon shoot by the director. He handed Brent a jock strap and asked him to strip down to match the other camera men. It had gotten very warm in the warehouse under all the lighting so Brent was glad to agree. He realized the director was right, he now felt very horny and wondered why he hadn't always filmed stripped down like this. He soon remembered why as his erection became very uncomfortable. Catching the director's eye he motioned for permission to remove the jock. The director beamed and mouthed, "Absolutely, take it off. " Approaching Brent the director encouraged him to feed his beautiful raw cock to the closest porn star's ass. "Just tilt your camera down and capture your penetration of his ass." Brent didn't need to be asked twice. He was secretly pleased to see two of the other cameras capturing this scene from their angles. He loved his exhibitionism as he bareback fucked one of his favorite porn stars. He couldn't have been more turned on! Eventually it dawned on him someone was rimming his ass. This felt so good he decided to just go with the flow. When his ass was good and wet the lips and tongue disappeared and a bare cock head was pushing on his hole. It wasn't until his intruder was balls deep that he remembered his sporadic PrEP use. In fact he remembered he'd not had a single pill in the last three weeks. Brad noticed Brent's energy change and whispered in Brent's ear, "Relax hon, it's just me. The director wants to include some action between us. Pretty fuckin hot eh?" Trying to stay as calm as he could under the circumstances Brent asked Brad, "So, you're pretty spent after all your activities today. Your balls are pretty drained, right?" "Fuck no. Lu and I were asked to leave the heavy breeding to the prose this morning. I bred the twink first thing. Haven't shot a load since. Fully recharged for you hun." "Oh ... oh ... okay. Just don't breed me, okay hun?" "Why? Why not? You're safe. You're on PrEP. " Brent panicked, "I haven't had a pill in there weeks. I just kept forgetting in all our business of the move and all." "Wow, fuckin hot hon! So your ass is vulnerable, unprotected. I love that! Why not let me knock you up on camera?!" "No! No! I don't want to be poz. I don't want to get infected. Just casually stop fucking me and pull out. No one will be the wiser." "But hon; you know they've seen me in you. They have it on camera. You know as well as I do you aren't getting out of here today without one or more poz loads up your beautiful ass. Why not choose mine as your first unprotected toxic load! A late Valentine's gift for life. " Brent begged, "Hun, please, no." "Come on Brent, you know I'm right, let me infect you into the brotherhood. " "Oh shit .... shit... fuck! ... Fuck it! Breed me you sweet talker. Knock me up. " "Good choice" said Brad. "Because I already did!" "Fuck what? You already did what?" "Knocked you up with my poz cum. I came as soon as I pushed in. I thought you were safe; but, this is way fuckin hotter!" That's when Brent remembered he'd recorded this whole conversation. "Fuck Brad, you're still hard." "I know hun. I'm just about ready to unload again. You ready for it?" "Fuuuuuuccck! Let's make sure I leave here pozed. Load me up and then get Lu over here. I want him to breed me before his toxic loads are spent." Brad immediately blasted inside Brent which pushed Brent over the edge. He had the orgasm of his life as he flooded the ass of his coveted porn star. When Brad left in search of Lu the porn star flipped Brent onto his back and plunged in. "I fuckin heard every word man. That was so fuckin hot. I'm going to be part of knocking you up. Besides you can bet you're getting all five first loads tomorrow. Did you forget we shoot for two days? The director is gonna fuckin love this. Ready man. Here comes your third toxic load ... fuck ... oooh fuuuuuuccck. Filling your sorry unmedicated ass with my poison darts bitch!" Lu was up Brent's ass within seconds of the porn star pulling out. Very quickly reaching climax his warm dark eyes looked directly into Brent's. "Your fourth poz load bud. I couldn't be happier. Tomorrow you start the day with five maximum toxic loads deep in your unmedicated ass. Only a fuckin miracle will keep you from joining the poz and proud brotherhood. Fuckin A man, fuckin A!"

Very hot! Maybe next time you can flip fuck and he can get his cherry popped and take his first load!

Mike was only a week out of hospital and still quite weak the afternoon two of the five international students came to the ice fishing hut. We were just squeezing this pozing session in as spring was coming on. The hut would soon be stored again at Mike and Stan's farm. The eager chasing student had brought along his dark, hairy, chubby buddy for moral support. Before we got started the chaser's buddy asked him, "You sure you fuckin want to go through with this? You know I think it's a very bad idea. You can back out now and no one will judge you." The buddy looked to Mike and I for agreement. The chaser gulped and said "Just give me a moment." He rapidly took down three shots of tequila and sucked in a couple bowls full from a bong. He drunkenly pulled off all his clothes and climbed into my sling. "Give it to me now before I loose my nerve." He took two big sniffs of poppers before Mike pushed his big raw toxic cock in balls deep. Though weak Mike was in pozing top heaven and managed to rail the chasers eager ass like the pro top he was. He knew he couldn't keep this up long in his weakened state. It would need to be a quick pump and dump no matter how much he longed to savor the momentous moment of his first gifting. When his breath became ragged he said to his chasing bottom, "I shouldn't, but I'll give you one last chance to ask me to pull out. Take it or there's no turning back." "Fuck! I don't know" slurred the neg bottom. "I don't know. I don't fuckin know." He was silent as Mike's full balls continued to slap his butt cheeks. The chaser took a couple more hits of poppers and cried out, "Fuck it! Fuck me! Poz me with your toxic tool. Knock me up!" Mike was already unloading in his negative ass and the bottom cried out with tears streaming, "No! No! Don't. I can't ... Fuck! Fuck, you did it! You just bred me didn't you? Tell me you're fucking with me. You're really not poz and toxic. Tell me!" "No fucking way kid! I gave you your chance. You begged me to knock you up." "I tried to tell you not to go through with this. I begged you not to." From the bottom's chubby friend. "Shit, fuckin shit! What am I going to do now " still crying from the sling. He downed a couple of quick shots as quickly as I could pour them. Then he turned to me with resolve, "You got anymore poz friends. Call them up, get them over here, let's make sure this takes. While you do that Mike's going to fill me with as many loads as he can muster." Mike was meekly unloading for the third and final time when Flint arrived. The burly teddy bear made a quick job of his massive toxic pump and dump. "More, more ... I need more. I can't go through the agony of longing and questioning again!", cried the chaser. I had already called my dealer and he was on his way. Flint managed to deposit another three loads before my dealer arrived with his bag of goodies. Our chaser recieved a meth slam followed by my dealer. My dealer couldn't keep from sneaking glances at the now shirtless dark hairy buddy. The buddy responded to the dealer's attention by moving to the head of the sling leaning in and making out with the dealer as the dealer raw fucked his buddy in the sling. An intoxicated fuck frenzy followed with both participants exploding at the same time. My dealer pulled out and circled in behind the dark buddy college student. Embracing the hairy chest with one arm my dealer began unbuckling the buddies belt and unbuttoning his pants. As his ear was being nibbled the buddy informed my dealer."You can undress me. You can even slam me with meth. But, you are not going to fuck me. You understand!?" My dealer was quick to finish stripping the student and getting him into the sling. In no time his arm was banded and the slam delivered. The students arm was raised and coughing ensued. My dealer's naked cock was up the students ass before the coughing stopped. "Oh fuck man! That feels so good. I'm so fuckin horny and my ass is so hungry for your naked dick. Please fuck me for a bit; but don't cum! Be sure to pull out. Understand" Not a word from my dealer who just pounded away. "Oh yeah man. I love your raw cock in me. Don't stop. Keep fuckin me bareback... fuck yeah! I love it!" My dealer's ragged voice eventually emerged from his heavy breathing, "Yeah you hairy bareback slut. I'm close. Gonna knock you up." "No, no, don't cum. And for God's sake don't stop. Just fuck me 'til I ask you to pull out. You can unload in my mouth if you want." Slamming in harder and deeper the top groaned, "Argh... ooooh ... too ... late fucker! Take my poz babies! Loading your sorry ass so deep I'm surprised my toxins ain't comin out yo mouth... What did you expect? Once my raw poz pistol was in you I wasn't stopping. You just shot your last negative load bitch." With that the bottom realized his hairy chest and belly were covered with his own white spooge. Within the month the chasing college student was astounded to get a negative HIV test. He went back to the clinic a month later only to confirm that he indeed had somehow not been infected by the multiple poz loads from three guys. His hairy classmate and buddy on the other hand came down with a raging case of fuck flu within three weeks of his poz breeding. He held no malice for the drug dealer inviting Mike, Flint, Mike's friend and the drug dealer to seal the deal by charging his ass while his system was so vulnerable and week. By end of the spring term he proudly sported a biohazard tattoo on the back of his shoulder. At the bottom of his spinal cord an arrow could barely be seen through his dense hair. It pointed at his ass and had the word 'raw' prominently tattooed above it.

The drug enhanced orgy went on for many hours. All first loads,save one, were pumped into my ass. I couldn't believe how turned on I was receiving Mike's friend's load. I had not known I was taking a charged load when I first got knocked up with HIV. Dozens of guys had bred me in the two months before dropping with the fuck flu, so I didn't know who or how many had infected me. Here I was being filled with a toxic recharge and it was such a turn on. Of course I was safe and enjoyed putting my meds to a test. I also knew had I been in Flint's position I to would be taking the same risk. I don't know how many guys went home with loaded asses; but, I knew, everyone but Mike had had raw cock up there. Even my dealer! In fact he took the third load from Mike's poz friend. Mike had the worst case of fuck flu within a week and a half. Who could have guessed such a sturdy fit farmer could be laid flat in hospital for two weeks? My drug dealer delivered what he was sure was his first poz load into my eager ass at the fishing hut within a month. He was surprised a smaller third load could do the job. After all, he'd taken a number of non-medicated poz loads over the years and stayed negative. But, he was resigned to his fate, and excited to share his strain by fucking and administering blood slams. Flint was devastated! He had been certain a strong burly bear like himself could get away with taking one toxic load. That was right up until the moment the poz top started unloading in his vulnerable guts. He'd lost the gambit, and wept apologizing to his wife as she nursed him through the fuck flu. She was deeply disappointed but not really surprised. She knew her teddy bear's voracious appetite for sex and had known for years he would eventually take it up the ass. Besides, she shared his mammoth sexual appetite and looked forward to pegging him in the near future. How could she judge?

The slam gangbang wasn't going to fit in the ice fishing hut so I moved the sling to our basement wreck room. Every guy I invited was a top or vers and either had experience getting slammed or was looking for the opportunity. A special HIV blood slam donor for Mike was among the crowd. It was Mike's friend from the Las Vegas trip. He had won his wager and now sported a huge viral load. The biggest surprise was my neighbor Flint. Our wives were going to be away shopping and he, like me, wanted to experiment with his wild side. I made sure my bar was well stocked for the party. Mike provided lots of white powder to sniff. My drug dealer had lots of experience with slamming chrystal meth and was a straight top that enjoyed tapping a gay ass from time to time: as long as the gay or bi guy was butch. It seemed every participant brought their own favorite brand of poppers. And of course the lube I provided was laced to guarentee a horny good time for bottom and top alike. When I realized the extent of intoxicating power in the room I wanted to encourage every guy to set 911 on their speed dial. I was terrified and the adrenaline rush that caused had me hornier than a school boy even before I had any intoxicants in my system. When everyone was well lubricated from booze and a few lines Mike's buddy plugged his play list into my sound system. He turned up the volume to "It's Raining Men." He moved to the center of the floor and proclaimed for all to hear. "Great start fellas, let's step it up a bit." He was already starting an erotic striptease slowly and seductively unbuttoning his stylish transparent floral shirt. His arms, chest and eight pack were very well developed and adorned perfectly with lots of tribal tattoos. He held every man's attention as his shirt hit the floor. His hips gyrated and he started unbuttoning his tight butt accentuating jeans as he danced around the circle planting a passionate kiss on every guy's lips. He recruited assistants to remove his boots, socks and jeans revealing his 10 and a 1/2 inch erection which he stood and stroking to the music. It was one of those beautiful cocks with a perfect upward curve that any bottom knows will nail their prostate just right. He danced over to Mike, pulling Mike's shirt over his head revealing Mike's beautiful hairy body. Others pitched in to get Mike fully naked. Mike was escorted to the sling and helped into it. Mike protested, "I'm not a bottom." His poz friend put a shushing finger to his lips. A circle of semi clad mostly naked men now stood around the occupied sling. My jock strap wearing dealer administered Mike's first meth slam. Arm in the air, coughing jag finished Mike's saucer eyes showed he was ready. Mike's poz friend put a needle to his own arm and began to carefully draw a plunger full of tainted blood. Every guys cock was out and rock hard as he slowly, directly and seductively delivered the blood slam into Mike's vein. Mike was so overcome with emotion that tears of joy streamed down his face. Viral blood slam delivered Mike's poz friend moved in between Mike's stirruped legs and his naked cock taped at Mike's vulnerable hole. Mike smiled big time finding enough energy to gently push the fuck tool away. "My arm's all you get. Fuck! I'm so fuckin high and horny I need to get out of this thing and fuck one of your holes." While Mike was assisted out of the sling my drug dealer slammed Mike's friend, me, and Flint. Mike's raw cock was up my ass as soon as my coughing jag ended. It felt amazing! Mike's poz friend was in the sling with Flint's naked monster pounding his ass into next week. By now it was hard to hear anything over the coughing, groans and rutting throughout the room. However I did hear Flint speak to Mike's friend. "I'm so fuckin horny. I need to give up my ass. Give me my first fuck ever." Mike's friend smiled and said, "Take your pick man. Every guy in this room would love to break your gorgeous hairy bear cherry I'm sure." "Fuck that," responded Flint. "I want your cock and load man." "You sure?! I'll likely knock you up." "I don't want pozed but I'm not passing up this gamble. I'm just too fuckin horny for your big cock man, and you alone. " As Flint climbed in the sling Mike's friend asked if I was okay with him giving his first load to Flint. It was supposed to be my gangbang after all. I gave my surprised enthusiastic assent as another naked cock pushed up my ass. When Mike's friend was getting close we heard Flint bellow, "Give it to me man! Just try to poz this negative bear ass. Give it your best shot. Fill me ...awgh ...FUCK ...FUCK... FUCK. You're unloading aren't you?! ... Fuck, fuck ... what did I just do? What the fucking hell did I just do?!"

10, and I loved every load they deposited.

Brad led the Cuban cum pig to their bed. Brent captured their naked snogging session on video. They both loved passionate deep kissing and kept a lip lock as Brad sat on Lu's raw cock. They almost sucked each other's tongues out as Brad kept plunging up and down on Lu's steal hard rod. Lu grunted with satisfaction every time Brad slammed down hard enough to wind him. ⁹ Catching his breath, "Hey man! I thought you were the one pozing me!" "Oh, I'm going to my sexy friend. I just need you to breed me, feltch it out, and snowball it back to me so I can lube you up with your own cum. " smiled Brad Lu's deep dark eyes sparkled and he doubled his efforts to push into Brad as Brad continued to bounce on his raw fuck stick. Lu was already getting close but when Brad stuck a finger in Lu's ass deeply scratching his gut lining he could hold back no longer. His whole body convulsed and he shot rope after rope deep into Brad's happy hole. Immediately Brad jumped off Lu's cock, turned and presented his cummy hole to Lu's welcoming mouth. Lu went to town sucking out a mouthful of his own fresh cum. Brad laid on his back and Lu snowballed cum into Brad's open mouth. Transfer successful Brad proceeded to Lu's ass and tongued the creamy mixture into the red and angry hole. By now Lu's legs were over Brad's shoulders and Brad's poz cock was deep in the vulnerable negative ass. Brad licked all the cum off Lu's thick black beard before kissing Lu's luscious lips. Lu's grunts and groans of satisfaction were intoxicating. Brad was so excited to infect his first negative bottom it didn't take long to give over his prize of highly toxic cum. His orgasm was so violent and intense; and, Lu was so excited for this gift that Lu had another intense orgasm. This one hands free with enough cum to once again coat his thick black beard and lips. Brad remained pinning Lu to the bed, ass up and plugged. He wanted his gift to stay in deep and seep through Lu's vulnerable gut walls. "Wow" proclaimed Lu. "Thank you! That was fuckin fantastic! Thank you, thank you, thank you for such a magnificent poz fuck." "No, thank you! This is such a fuckin rush! I feel so bloody powerful! I feel like I own you with my poz dick and toxic cream claiming your life. I've marked you as my own fuckin poz cum pig." Brad went on, "In fact do you feel what I feel?" "You're fucking hard again! Breed me again man. Feed my neg ass with more poz babies!" beamed Lu. Brent captured the next three breedings on camera. Brad videoed Brent in a threesome with Frank and Hal for Brent's cameo appearance. They all managed a synchronized orgasm while spit roasting Brent. Frank taking Brent's load down his throat. Hal's eleven inches unloading deep in Brent's ass. The final edit showed the black cock ever so slowly being drawn out of the stretched contrasting white ass. When the thick head plopped out a generous flow of cum followed. Again Brent did a brilliant job of editing what turned into a two part series. These clips were even more popular than Brad's sero-conversion video. All Brent's spare time became consumed by porn video production. He added Lu and Hal to his roster as he kept filming Brad's pozing adventures. Hal's specialty became public sex. Washrooms, glory holes, dance floors, parking lots. Requests poured in from guys wanting to be tapped as their asses were stretched and bred by Hal's eleven inche wonder. He even managed to talk a couple of uniformed cops into take it at night on the side of a country road. This was the only video Brent would blur the bottoms faces and alter their voices. It attracted tonnes of attention to Hal's page. Between his regular work and all this extra effort his burgeoning porn stars Brent became stretched beyond his limits. His sleep became very erratic. Some nights he filmed or edited into the wee small hours. Others, he would wake scrambling from bed to frantically write down his brilliant ideas for hot scenes. He began skipping the odd meal and his compliance to his PreP prescription became quite erratic.

You're out and his poz cum is in. Nicely developed story.

I don't know how long my sex marathon, scotch and ibuprofen induced sleep lasted. It was after dark when consciousness emerged with the sound of a snowmobile coming to a stop outside. In walked Mike. His seven and a half inches was up my naked hole before he even started removing his clothes. My hole was so soar I begged off telling him of my thirteen load afternoon adventure. He honoured my request and stripped off to join me. I must have cranked the heat to max before falling asleep. We proceeded to sniff lines as we finished off the 40 ouncer of scotch. In his high and tipsy state he was eager to tell me about his week away in Vegas. He'd gone down with a friend to escape winter, do some gambling, party and take in some shows. But they hadn't told anyone the most important reason. The friend was going to a conversion party. The friend was offering up his negative chasing ass for five high viral load guys three days in a row. He gambled on coming home with 34 poz loads to fulfill his destiny of sero-conversion. In his alcohol and drug induced loose tongue Mike confessed that he couldn't get the idea of converting out of his mind ever since the international student had begged for a poz load. This longing had only grown as he watched his buddies face lite up with load after load of toxic jiz being pumped into him. Mike knew he himself needed to experience shooting a toxic load into that student. He felt it was his destiny to infect that young man and who knows how many others. I was astounded and asked if he had offered up his negative top ass in Vegas with his buddy. "No fuckin way man! Nobody is putting anything up my ass. I tried with my finger a few years ago, no offense buddy, it's just not my thing. " "Then how do you expect to get infected top man?" "You are going to help me get an infected blood slam my friend. I'm going to take high viral load blood directly into my system." He slurred on, "And hey buddy, I had another mind blowing experience in Vegas. We hired a gay escort and had a slam threesome. Fuck man you gotta do it. The rush as he brought that needle to my tied off arm alone was worth it. After I raised my arm and the coughing jag passed the warmth and horniness that blasted through my body was unbelievable. I was even tempted to let them fuck me. I fucked and blasted in the two guys in fifteen minutes. It was so fuckin intense. " We made a blood pact then and there to get slammed together within the next two weeks. My slamming for a bareback gangbang his to infuse his blood stream with the HIV virus. He scratched inside my already torn up hole, slashed two of his fingers with my fishing knife, and swabbed his blood into my ass. We sealed the deal when he pulled out and stuck the bloody cum ass juice covered fingers in my mouth. This brotherly love ritual got me so horned up I begged him to rape my already aching ass. He quickly obliged, loaded my ass, again scooped and fed me with his bloody fingers. He stuffed them so far down my throat I was choking on them. "Do it again, rape my ass while choking me!", my greedy response.

( ***Warning. This installment has a very brief reference to 'bi' sexual activity. Please don't read on if you find such material offensive. ***) It was a clear crisp day as I parked to cross the ice to my hut. The very first hint of spring was in the air. The temperature was still below freezing but just. With the warmth of the sun I didn't need all the cumbersome layers, gloves, toque and scarf. I started out with my coat wide open and my customary button down shirt half open anticipating the day that I might soon be able to take in the sun naked. Mike had been away for a week. I didn't know when he would return. I had a little action over the week but not much. I could see lots of guys at the closest cluster of ice huts. I decided to take a wander through and greet some of the guys I knew. Besides I might get lucky. As I stepped out on the ice Flint called my name. Flint was a big dirty blonde bear of a man. 6' 6"s, 250 lbs of jovial teddy bear. He, his wife and five kids lived close to us. He fucked me with his beer can sized man meat the night my wife and I had he and his wife over for a bisexual foursome. His cock was literally the diameter and length of a beer can. Just the best length to actually feel his cum pump into me. His wife had laughed watching my facial response to the flooding I was receiving. Smiling she said, "I know, right!" Fuck the walk! I needed a repeat performance and I needed it now. I reached into my pants making sure Flint saw me adjust my growing erection. He was on board already unbuttoning his flannel shirt exposing more of his thickly carpeted blonde chest and belly. We retreated between a pickup and large van. After a brief period of intensely kissing his gorgeous bearded face and lips he turned me to lean me against the van. I dropped my jeans and he hungrily ate and spit a gallon of saliva in my eager ass. Figuring I was well lubricated he stood and began to wedge his naked beer can cock into my stretched hole. I was stretched to the max. It took some time and effort but he finally got the entire thick shaft in and gave me a moment to adjust. When I nodded my readiness he began a rhythmic fuck that consumed my whole world. I had not heard the arrival of another vehicle, but I did hear the cat calls of five guys walking by and watching us fuck in such a public place. Three walked on by. Two stepped closer and fished out their cocks. One of them clapped his buddy on the shoulder proclaiming, "Look, he's taking it bareback. Now that's my idea of a real man." Flint just kept pounding as our audience moved in even closer between the two vehicles. In spite of the cold, sweating profusely, Flint proclaimed to our active observers, "Now here's how a real man does it ... argh, auurrrg ... real ... men ... never ... pull... oouuutt!" I felt all eight volleys blast and coat my gut walls. As soon as Flint pulled out one of our onlookers was inside me and soon his sperm was swimming with Flint's massive load. When he pulled out I realized a new audience member had arrived and was claiming my ass with his raw tool. He didn't last long as the other original observer was fucking him. I got the fourth guys load as well. Great start to the day. I hadn't even left the parking lot and was squeezing my ass cheeks to hold in four fresh loads. I joined my breeder team to walk them out to their huts. I spent the rest of the afternoon sucking down loads and taking man after man up my ass. No idea how many loads I swallowed but I know another nine loads tried to find space to stay in my sloppy ass. There was no hiding the wet spot in the back of my jeans when I finally retreated to my own hut to take a much needed rest.

I do luv the big ones that unload deep down my throat. But a cock is a cock and I love loads in my mouth. The little ones may not give as intense a fuck. But I love that when they unload in my ass I'm more likely to feel the cum. Not just the convulsions. I enjoy both. At this point in Covid, any cock will do just fine!

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.