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My emotions for the next three days were an equal concoction of terror and lust. I was terrified that my very first sexual experience might well have exposed me to the deadly virus of HIV. Visions from the news of guys with faces scared by Karposys Sarcoma haunted me constantly. At the same time my ass ached for another raw cock. It craved the pain of the initial penetration. It knew this pain would transform to the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. It longed to push back onto a pounding naked pole until the guy’s breath became rapped. My gut walls anticipated the spray of a guys cum. Any guys cum. I knew that once again I would hold it in like a precious treasure as long as I could. I was too frightened to go to a sexual health clinic. I didn’t sleep, nor could I study or focus in class. I totally bombed two tests at school. I knew I needed to sleep so took a long hot shower and ate three hash brownies before crawling naked into bed. The fresh clean sheets felt amazing, and I soon dropped into a deep sleep of the dead. Then the dreaming began. It all seemed so real I had no idea I was dreaming. I was back in the senior year of high school. My hunky phys-ed teacher was giving us a health lesson on sex education. He was stressing the importance of using condoms. He asked for a volunteer and the biggest nerd was first to raise his hand. The nerd was instructed to drop his pants and underwear before he bent over the teacher’s desk. Our teacher was now naked with a raging hard on and meticulously demonstrated applying a condom to his member. Copious amounts of Vaseline were applied to the condom covered cock and fingered into the nerd’s prone ass. The nerd’s mouth was covered to stifle his scream as the teachers cock breached the nerd’s hole. A vigorous pounding ensued until the teacher was clearly blasting inside the condom in the nerd’s ass. The ravaged condom and dripping nerd ass hole were displayed to the class. “What’s the lesson here class?” our teacher asked. It seemed I was the only one that knew the answer. I was next naked on the wings of our school stage. Our silver fox, ruggedly handsome, principle was finishing a similar lesson to the entire school assembly when he invited me to come on stage. I was instructed to bend over a fuck bench. The principle removed his tie and opened his shirt. He squatted behind me and began rimming my ass. Then he was standing stark naked behind me and teasing my hole with his naked cock. He spoke to the assembled student body; “You need to beware of this trick, there are consequences, and I will demonstrate them here and now.” Then he bent to my ear and in a stage whisper for all to hear he asked; “Can I just put the tip in?” I asked cautiously; “Just the tip?” “Unless you want more.” He winked at the audience. “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He assured After the tip of his beer can thick cock was in my ass, and I’d had time to adjust and relax he asked; “So how’s that feel? Do you want me to go in a bit deeper?” “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He once again assured. “OK. But just three more inches. Then pull out and condom up.” He pushed in as I pushed back. “Awe yeah, nice. Feel’s great for me and my raw cock. How about you?” he asked. “Fuck, I love it! Give me the rest. Bottom out …” He did and I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my but cheeks. “Can you just fuck me for a bit before the condom goes on? Remember, don’t cum in me.” The principle addressed the auditorium; “You’ll notice they will always make this request. Once your raw cock is inside, they all want to feel it fucking them. Stay tuned, the next step is also predictable.” The fuck he laid on was amazing. I didn’t want it to stop. Yet all too soon his breathing became erratic. He managed to wheaz out, “I’m close, where do you want my cum?” As my brain screamed ‘pull out, don’t cum in me, PULL OUT!’ my mouth said the opposite; “Inside me, cum in my ass.” “Anything you want. FFUUCCCKKKKK … breeding you now!” I awoke in a cold sweat with my nocturnal discharge soiling my no longer fresh sheets. It was 3:30 a.m. and clear I wasn’t going back to sleep. I slipped on jogging shorts and a clean wife beater t. I found the closest 24-hour drug store and bought three sizes of condoms. As well as my fire hall training, I had been a boy scout. I was now ready to ‘BE PREPARED”. I’d heard about the cruising woods in a park I passed on my way back home. I slowed and noticed one car in the parking lot. The driver was leaning against the hood, his presence highlighted by the occasional glow of his cigarette. I pulled a U-turn and entered the parking lot. As I approached the guy, I noticed he was wearing torn blue jeans and his shirt was open. There was a bit of hair in the middle of his chest, and he had quite an obvious beer belly. When he blurted as he rubbed his crotch, “Looks like you’re looking for some action”, any thoughts about his appearance went out of my mind. I just followed him into the woods. He backed me up against a tree and planted a cigarette infused kiss on my lips. My brain registered, ‘this is disgusting’ as my shorts tented. I couldn’t believe it as the words “Fuck me!” spilled from my lips. As he turned me around and pulled down my shorts, I could hear him say; “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.” I quickly pulled my t off and leaned on the tree trunk. I felt the heat of his bare chest hug my back and his hard cock poking at my hole. “Do you have a condom kid, or do you even care?” It was in that moment I realized I had left my purchase in my car. “Just fuck me already!” I blurted. He instantly plowed into me balls deep, no lube, no further warning. I screamed, the pain was so intense, but it didn’t deter him. He immediately pounded away at my burning hole. It took a while but eventually the transition from pain to intense pleasure occurred and when he would ease up, I found myself fucking my ass back onto his turgid organ. When I heard his breathing change and intensify over the slapping of our bodies I made my feeble request; “Don’t cum in me.” “Fuck, you want me to pull out?” he complained. “No! Not yet, keep fucking me ‘til the last second.” As he pushed in deeper than ever and held, he moaned; “Aww, ffuucckkk! Reached the last second. Loading your hole. Aww, yeah!!!” He went back to pumping his cum deeper into my vulnerable hole; “Fuck, damn you! But thanks, ‘cause secretly I wanted you to breed me. Your load feels amazing!” “Oh kid, it was no secret from the moment you made that U-turn.” I knew it was too late to ask but as we returned to our cars I asked, “Are you clean?” His reply left my blood running cold; “Kid I have no idea. I’ve got five strangers’ cum dripping from my ass. I was just waiting to unload before heading home to let them marinate in me the rest of the night. Good luck kid!”

Escorting through the AIDS pandemic … bareback! In the spring of 1988, I had finished my first year of college and was heading home for the summer to work with our small-town fire department. I had been volunteering with them since I was 16. By sixteen I had matured into a 6 foot, handsome, blonde, with a gym bunny body. It was a gift of pure genetics, I didn’t have to work to develop my six pack abs and muscular arms and shoulders. Well, other than the years of helping my dad milk the cows and other farm chores. Every year the fire hall chose a charity to support, and the guys posed for a beefcake calendar. You’ve all seen these, each month a shirtless fireman hunk in a suggestive sexy pose somewhere in the fire hall. They always wanted to include me, but my age was a problem. That was until the spring of 1988, and I couldn’t have been happier. On the day of my photo shoot the photographer had me strip down to my waterproof trousers and rubber boots. I hung off the back of one of the trucks. After a half hour of taking shots he told me it just wasn’t working for him. He suggested we go outside and hook up a fire hose, he wanted to capture me with more action. I was game. In front of the station glass doors he captured stunning shots of my half naked self spraying the hose full blast. My face was plastered with a mischievous smile from ear to ear. The calendars sold like hot cakes and the women who bought them wanted me to sign their copies. I took a razing from the other jealous guys, but it was all good natured. Fast forward to the next fall. I decided to volunteer with the fire department in the city where I was going to college. They jumped at my application when they saw all my experience. They too had a tradition of fundraising for their community. Being in a big city they didn’t feel as restricted in picking their cause as my small-town fire department had been. They had chosen to raise funds for an organization that supported sex workers; providing legal, health and counselling support. Rather than a beefcake calendar they were planning a talent show evening culminating in a ‘Full Monty’ style dance by six of the hunkiest firefighters. The calendar shoot had awakened me to my exhibitionist side and I was delighted to be chosen. The evenings of the next six weeks were devoted to working with a dance coach. It was a stretch to finish my studies, but I was committed to putting my best foot forward. By the last week our team of six were very comfortable mirroring each others moves and stripping down to our flesh-coloured jock straps. We were one hot looking line up by the end of the dance. Too bad the final reveal had floodlights flash on behind us blinding the audience, On the second last night of rehearsal, three days before the show, the dance instructor sat us down at the start of our evening. He informed us it was decision time. The group of us needed to vote on how far we were willing to go. Would we end the show in the jock straps, or in the spirit of supporting sex workers were we willing to go ‘all the way’, Full Monty, full frontal nudity! You can imagine, the debate went on for quite some time. Two of the family men were adamant they would withdraw if the group chose full frontal nudity. A secrete ballot was finally held. Two against going ‘all the way’, one spoiled ballot and three in favour of ‘full frontal nudity.’ In case you’re wondering, I didn’t spoil my ballot. None of my family was coming to this show. The two fathers left and four of us started into the rehearsal with some stretches and rudimentary movement review. The tension in the room was palpable. As it didn’t dissipate with time our dance instructor named the elephant in the room. “You’re all distracted by the thought of getting naked, aren’t you?” A couple of the guys looked at the ceiling, one guy looked at his feet, and I looked to the dance instructor and almost imperceptibly nodded my head. “Fair enough guys. I suggest you just get out of your clothes right now.” To emphasize his point, he pulled his tee-shirt over his head and released the draw string on his sweatpants. When we saw he was commando we all quickly shucked our clothes. If there had been tension before you could now cut it with a knife. We repeated some stretches and some dance moves, but it was clear this wasn’t getting us anywhere. We were handed skipping ropes and told to skip as fast as we could. We skipped naked for five minutes, at ten minutes I was dripping wet and sure he’d stop us, but we powered on to fifteen. When we were instructed to stop we all collapsed to the floor wet hair clinging to our scalp and wherever else our bodies were covered. The instructor must have anticipated this because we were each tossed a big fluffy towel. As we were drying ourselves, he wrapped his towel around his middle and began a sultry dance through our naked bodies. When he had our attention, he moved up on to our rehearsal stage and turned on some sexy saxophone recording. He continued to strut his stuff eventually loosening his towel and using it to perform the most erotic tantalizing performance I had ever witnessed. Eventually he tossed the towel all together and added stroking his member to the hypnotic dance. As the recording built to it’s climax, he had a ragging hard on and was beating off with a mission. On the final super seductive note his cum spewed all over the stage. The four of us stood silent for a bit. Then slowly began to clap and soon we collapsed in uproarious laughter. “Your turn guys. Who’s going first.” We all instantly flushed red with embarrassment. He looked directly at me and nodded. I pulled on my sweat shorts and wife beater t before mounting the stage. The sexy sax music began, and my inner exhibitionist screamed “let’s have at it!” I was so lost in the euphoria of this opportunity I didn’t even notice stripping off my shirt. Feeling the cool air on my hairy chest and nipples, I also notice my sweats were tenting a bit. I was already semi hard. I added playing with my dick through my shorts to my routine. That’s when the dance instructor starting hooting and adding encouragement. The others soon joined in. When I was ready to doff my shorts, I turned my back to the group. They cat called and whistled as I shook my naked ass at them. When I finally turned, I was jacking my 8 inch erection. I was so turned on I couldn’t hold back and roped after rope of my cum spewed over the edge of the stage. When the cheering died down the instructor spoke up. “That’s exactly what we need. Who’s next.” One by one the other three strutted their stuff. The next two didn’t cum on stage. But gave pretty good performances overall. The last guy, Ted, had grabbed the costume for the show and slipped into it. His strip tease was flawless. When he was down to his jock strap, he jumped off the stage and dance seductively among us. On the third pass through the group, he started touching, an arm, a muscular chest, he kissed one guys neck and touched my semi hard cock. He never missed a beat of the music. As the recording was building to it’s climax Ted moved in on our instructor. The instructor reached out and started jerking Ted’s magnificent ten-inch pole. Just before the last note the instructor leaned forward taking Ted’s cock deep into his throat. We watched in awe as pulse after pulse of Ted’s ejaculation pumped down the throat of our instructor. He swallowed every drop. After a long moment of shear silence our clapping and cheering broke out. When this subsided, we were informed that was enough for tonight. Tomorrow we’d practice our performance for the last time before the show. The final practice went extremely well. Everyone was totally focused, and we only needed to polish two our three moves before reaching the big reveal. I knew the moment was coming soon and had growing concern as I realized I was sporting a semi. The moment came to release the final strap of my jock and out popped my semi. I quickly covered my privates with my hands. “Don’t do that,” the familiar voice of our instructor. “Full Monte, remember.” I dropped my hands and looked to see two of the other guys were also semi-hard. Our cocks looked amazing! On the night of the show, I was so funkin pumped! So were the others, especially Ted. The crowd went wild the moment we danced out on stage. Our timing and coordination came off extremely well and the energy from the crowed was electrifying. Our backs were turned to the crowd when the rip-pants flew off. They now had an unobstructed view of our naked asses and went wild with cheers and cat calls. In the moment before I was to turn around, I realized I was fully hard. My eight-inch cock was peaking over the waist band of my jock. There was no time to adjust so I spun around. On the way around I noticed Ted’s ten-inch monster had escaped out the side of his pouch. The one full minute of dancing until the full reveal felt like an eternity to me. Our hats were moved to cover our crotches, the last strap released, the jocks fell to the floor, and quickly our hats were flung into the screaming crowd. The flood lights from behind us that were meant to blind the audience which had always worked perfectly in rehearsal didn’t illuminate. Four totally naked, full-frontal nudity, handsome men, two with raging hard ons stood front and center on the well lit stage. We eventually looked at each other and started our bows. The crowd was on its feet and raising the roof. We kept taking more bows. Eventually Ted took hold of my hard cock and guided me off stage. The other two slipped off the other side. To shouts of “encore, encore” we went out for three more bows. At the after-party Ted and I were approached by a photographer. He brought us a round of tequila shots and complimented us on the show. We chatted for a bit and were given another round of shots before he proposed we pose for him and the ‘naked men’ coffee table book he was currently working on. A week later Ted and I arrived at the warehouse with the photographer’s living space and studio. He was generous with drinks from his well stocked bar. He showed us three or four sets of shots of guys for his project. They were all very handsome and sexy. The photos were of excellent quality and very artistic. The cocks were at varying stages of soft and hard, some full-on raging boners. There was no deception as far as what he was looking for from us. It was finally time to get out of our clothes and in front of the camara. Classical music played loudly and Ted stripped and went first. It was clear he was every bit and more the exhibitionist than me. By the time he got to his hard on shots I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I was already hard when I stripped for my turn. The photographer told me not to worry. He made me so at ease that a half hour later I had relaxed to a semi. As I’m a grower and not a shower so I was not disappointed he didn’t get any pics of my flaccid cock. We were encouraged to stay nude, and three more rounds of shots were served. “I’d love to photograph the two of you together. I loved the way you led him off stage pulling on his beautiful hard dick Ted. Might you be willing to get intimate in front of my camara. I’ll fully understand if I’m asking too much.” Ted didn’t hesitate; “Sounds fucking awesome man, I’m up for it.” I demurred and half chuckled, “Ummm …. I …. Um, I don’t know … you might need to ply me with more booze ….” The glasses were poured almost before I finished stuttering. Three more shots slid down my throat in quick succession. You need to know I had never been intimate with anyone before this moment. Small town firehalls are very homophobic, or at least they were back in the 1980’s. Long hours of work on the farm and with my studies, I’ve never been the sharpest pencil in the drawer, so had to study long and hard to satisfy my hard working conservative parents. And the AIDS epidemic! I had thought I might be gay. I loved being naked and seeing the other guys in the school showers. But even in my first year of college I had not allowed myself to do anything, even though there had been offers. Ted grabbing my dick on stage had been the first anyone else had ever touched my private organ. Ted leaned in and kissed me. My mouth responded eagerly and naturally. As he pulled away, he asked, “Is that OK? Might we continue?” “Can you guys do that again? Can I capture this on film?” I didn’t say a word, I quickly poured myself another shot, tipped it back, leaned in pulling Ted in for a passionate kiss and released any inhibitions that might have been clinging and holding me back. I was so swept up in Ted and my naked bodies exploring each other that I totally forgot about the rapped clicking of the camara. When Ted deep throated my hard cock, I immediately blasted my load deep down his throat. When he pulled off licking his lips I crumbled in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control myself!” Ted reassured me, “Fuck man, that was fucking amazing! You have nothing to apologize for.” “He’s right, that was amazing. And I’m certain I got great shots. So fucking hot guys, so fucking hot. Don’t stop there, please continue.” It felt a little awkward for a few minutes but soon Ted had captivated me with his passionate love making skills. We moved to a king-size bed and my body was being worshiped with tender passionate kisses. Soon I was on my back with my legs in the air and Ted was giving me my first glorious rimming. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I was so turned on that this handsome butch man was willing to put his mouth on my ass. Soon his tongue was darting in and out of my hole and I blasted another load all over my belly and chest. Ted didn’t miss a beat lapping up the cum as he made his way up to kiss me on the mouth. I had tasted my cum before, just never on the lips of another human being. My head was spinning. “I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?” Ted whispered in my ear I could already feel his mammoth cock tapping at my hole. When I didn’t respond Ted asked the photographer, “Do you have any condoms? I wasn’t expecting this and didn’t come prepared?” “Sure. But let me get some closeups of your naked cock teasing his hole first. Would that be OK?” They both looked at me and I meekly nodded. The photographer moved close, and the camera clicked away. Ted’s raw cock was being messaged against my wet hole and it felt amazing. I almost missed hearing the photographer suggesting; “Just push in the tip. This is too fucking hot. You’ll take the tip won’t you?” I meekly nodded. The pain of penetration was unbelievable, and I tried to push Ted’s monster out. He was clearly experienced with this response and far stronger than me. The photographer spoke; “I know it hurts now but give me a few moments to record this with pictures, the pain will subside. And it’s just the tip.” As closeup picks were clicked of my impaled hairy ass and grimacing face I noticed the pain was subsiding. I was further surprised to notice a strong thought forming in my mind; “I want more than the tip.” As if reading my mind the photographer spoke again; “Yes, go for it, let him in a bit further. These are amazing shots.” I looked into Ted’s questioning eyes, relaxed my ass and pushed further onto his raw cock. My mind was screaming at me, “He’s not wearing a condom, what the fuck are you doing.” But my body just kept sucking his huge tool in deeper and deeper. “Hold it there. I want to capture your pubes pressed against his ass. …. Great. Now pull out halfway so there is no question you are in him naked.” As Ted followed these instructions he spoke, clearly nervous; “Your ass feels amazing. It’s been so long since I was in an ass raw, I love this. … but I don’t know how long I can last. It feels so wrong, so fucking bad, and I love it.” “So do I … love it that is … just don’t cum in me. I need you to really fuck me before you pull out … I need to remember my first fuck as amazing.” “Give him what he wants!” from the photographer. Ted began to pound, and I pushed onto his raw tool with every bit of exuberance he was offering. Within a few strokes he was warning with ragged breath; “Fuck man, I’m so close!” “Don’t cum in me, … and don’t stop … this is amazing!” “Fuck … oh fuck!” He was flooding my ass. “Shit, did you just cum in my ass?” “I couldn’t help it. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” His deflating cock was still deep in my ass. “Let me get closups as you pull out. …. Great …. Can you push some cum out …. This is too rich not to photograph.” I followed the directions as I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t have allowed that, but fuck it feels great … all of it.” That’s when Ted dove to fletch out my hole. The camera kept clicking up to and including the moment Ted moved up dropping some of his cum from his mouth into mine. We moved into a deep embrace and kiss and got lost once again in each other. Before I could give it any thought his member had hardened and was sliding back into my now well lubricated hole. We fucked in a dozen different positions for the next hour. When I knew he was getting close I begged him to cum in me. Before we were done, he had pumped two more loads into me painting my gut walls. Ted and I chatted in the shower. I admitted how much I enjoyed the experience and how frighted I was until I heard him confess, he hadn’t fucked anyone raw in a long time. All the blood drained from his face. “Shit man, I’m sorry. I got carried away at a sex party last week. This hot guy I was making out with just wanted to put the tip in. My defenses were down. I left the party with four strangers loads dripping from my hole. FUCK, we should have used a condom!”

I was pushing 30 years old in the late1980's, married with kids and having a long distance affair with a church organist/piano teacher. I would visit him for three days of introductory gay sex. (I was just realizing I was bi and would eventually conclude GAY!) He had a big collection of gay porn videos. When he was off practicing and teaching I would spend hours jerking to his porn collection. I would just edge, keeping my ejaculation for our sex romps in the evening. These were all precondom videos and I knew I was hooked on raw sex. As I spread my wings with more men I was consumed with thoughts of getting rid of the condoms so our sex could be like in those first porn videos.

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Hubby, as usual, had booked his social calendar full and rushed from the train station by subway to meet up with a group of his friends he’d known for 30 plus years. I headed off to settle us into our weekend accommodations, we’d splurged on a five-star hotel. The guy that checked me in took my breath away. About 40 years old, classic tall dark and handsome, with an awesome five o’clock shadow and time stopping dimpled smile. He clarified that my husband would be joining me latter and called a bell-boy. As the first tall lanky fellow emerged the desk man asked if Raj was available. The lanky bellhop called into the room and out came the most beautiful East Indian I had ever seen. Jet black immaculate hair, tall, slim and with an energy in his step fitting for a stage performance. “Raj, help this man settle in please.” Even as we moved into the elevator, I picked up the flirty cruisy energy. The conversation was lite and professional, but Raj was clearly making sure my hubby would not be turning up for a few hours. He placed our bags and as he stood near the door waiting for his tip he started openly rubbing the crotch of his bellhop uniform. I liked what I saw growing in there and he started to lick his lips. I started unbuttoning my shirt and he stepped toward me saying, “Yeah daddy, let me see that hairy body.” I was unfastening my shorts as he crouched in front of me, mouth ready when my hard cock popped out of my underwear. He gave a very well-practiced blowjob and after a while I apologized and confessed, I’d already been drained on our trip in. He said, that was fine, he was after my hairy ass all along. I was spun, bent over the bed and his manly mouth was doing its magic on my hole. I couldn’t stifle my moans of enjoyment. Raj, as he stood: “I thought you’d like that, you’ll like this even more.” His raw cock head was teasing my hole. Me: “Fuck yeah man. You got that right. Ugh!” He had pushed halfway into me with his thick six inches with only spit for lube. It was a fast and furious fuck and soon he was panting; “I know you want this, no questions asked, no permission needed!” He was already breeding me deeply. As he made himself more presentable, he told me not to bother getting dressed. He was heading down to relieve the front desk clerk. Five minutes later I answered the door in my birthday suite. I was surprised that the stunning clerk also had the tall lanky bellhop with him. The bellhop was instructed to get out of his uniform, as I was instructed to lie back on the bed. The bellhop was then ordered to fuck me missionary style. When the bellhop suggested he should wear a condom the front desk clerk informed him; “That’s not how we do it around here. He’s already prelubed with Raj’s cum, he needs yours to be able to handle my monster.” I was soon impaled by a long slender cock that tickled my prostate just right. I was soon stimulated into a powerful ass orgasm and the bellhop was pulled over the edge. Rope after rope of his young load painted my innards. When he pulled out and stepped back I noticed the desk clerk was even more breathtaking naked than when I had first seen him. He stepped in to line his monster cock up with my dripping hole and gave further instruction to the bellhop. “Don’t get dressed yet, I need you to raw fuck my ass, so I dump my load faster. Gotta get back to my post.” I felt like I was going to be ripped apart as the desk clerk pushed deeply into me, but I knew I wanted every inch, so I muffled my groans. Soon the pain turned to pleasure and the train fuck was in full motion. My hands found their way to the desk clerk’s broad muscular hairy chest and he encouraged me to tweak his beautiful nipples. It wasn’t long until the bellhops voice croaked, “Fuck boss, your ass is amazing, I’m so close!” Desk clerk: “Don’t ask, just breed me boy!” Between these words and the big dick pounding I was receiving my ass went into orgasmic spasms. All three cocks exploded in synchronicity. I was still naked reliving my sex filled afternoon and relishing the three strangers loads in my ass when my hubby got to our room. He wondered if I’d had a good afternoon and if I was ready to finish cleaning up and head out for dinner. It seemed all gay guys except him could read the billboard flashing it’s ‘use me’ message on my forehead.

Despite having an open relationship for many years, I felt quite constricted to live it out to the full. I knew he’d agreed to it. But, I thought my husband had only done so grudgingly. So, I was extremely discrete with my wayward dalliances, and kept them quite infrequent. One of my infrequent fuck buddies knows my partner quite well. This friend told me that he’d been lunching with my partner one day when both knew I was away having sex with another guy. This buddy assured me, time and again, that my partner talked openly about what I was doing and his comfort level with my finding sex with others. Recently that fuck buddy and I had a five week road trip together. It felt so free to talk about and have sex with a large number of guys almost every day. I found myself wishing I had this sense of freedom more often and wondered if I could lower my caution around my partner. My partner was his warm, loving self when I got home and was delighted, I’d had such a good time. As my attitude and acceptance of fulfilling my sexual needs clicked in it was as if a billboard lit up on my forehead announcing my availability. The weekend after the road trip my partner and I boarded our local commuter train to enjoy a weekend in the bigger city nearby. A good-looking straight couple sat across the isle from me. My husband was sitting facing me so didn’t have as good a view of the couple. The young man was wearing very baggy short shorts, commando. His ample balls and nice size and shaped cock were on full display from my angle. At first, I was quite shy trying to hide that I had noticed. But when he started openly playing with his privates and smiling at me, I knew I was being too cautious. I decided to head to the washroom and sure enough he followed me. He rushed into the tiny cubicle behind me and locked the door. He was crouching as he whispered loudly, ‘We don’t have much time.’ He was quickly opening my fly and fishing out my hardening cock. Soon it was deep down his warm throat and growing to it’s full 8 inches. He was either extremely sex starved, extremely talented at giving head, or both. He put up no resistance to my hands going to the back of his head to add some control to a vigorous face fuck. He had no gag reflex, and I was certain his tonsils were getting a workout they enjoyed by the muffled moans of gratitude. I stopped caring if people outside the small bathroom cubicle could hear. I didn’t bother asking or announcing when my balls began to churn. I just let loose with the most amazing ejaculation, flooding his throat. He didn’t pull off and swallowed every drop. He stood, kissed me, straightened his clothing and quickly left. When I got back to my seat it was pretty clear he hadn’t kept his little tryst a secret. His girlfriend smiled and winked at me. She pulled a large lolly pop out of her purse, made sure I was watching, and proceeded to demonstrate filatio with it. Her boyfriend had a great laugh. For the next twenty minutes the two openly flirted with me. My partner was oblivious. The boyfriend just got bolder and bolder showing off his cock and balls. He was now stimulating himself to a full erection which didn’t fit in his short baggy shorts. Carefully tucking his rod in he got up and walked past me down the isle. I excused myself from my partner and found myself following this gorgeous young hunck to the same bathroom cubicle. It was my turn to follow in, lock the door and drop to my knees. His baggy shorts were already around his ancles and his magnificent cock right at my mouth level. I gently sucked at the head and played with the slit with my tongue when he said. “I love that, but we don’t have a lot of time.” His hands were on the back of my head as he directed a powerful face fuck. His ridged cock felt amazing driving into my mouth and down my throat. I did the best I could to keep from gagging. It wasn’t long before I could tell from his ragged breath what was cuming my way. I doubled down my efforts and was soon rewarded with a mouthful of his salty sweet man juices. He had already pulled up his shorts and left before I had a chance to swallow. When I got back to my seat his girlfriend gave me the double thumbs up sign. As we were leaving the train I felt someone at my right shoulder. The girlfriend whispered in my ear, “Thank you. Every now and then he just needs cock and cum in his mouth. He also loves a man draining him. You’ve set us up for a great weekend. Thanks again.” I guess it was mutual, because I felt this was a very good start for my weekend in the big city. I had growing confidence in the billboard flashing on my forehead.

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Alternate ending for Hospital Prisoner ... And no he never asked anyone their status before they pushed into him raw. Neither did he ask after they bred him. The next evening I touched base on chat to see how his clinic visit and PEP had gone. Red: "Fuck BB, I'm scared shitless. My boyfriend was having a crisis all day and sucked up all my attention and time. I didn't get to the clinic. I'm afraid I'm fucked." I reassured him he still had another 24 hours for PEP to be effective. "Just get to the clinic tomorrow." Then I made an assumption which made asses out of both of us. I told him at least he knew enough not to fuck and breed his boyfriend until after he'd gotten his PEP treatment. Red: "Fuck man, that’s part of the problem. The boyfriend was so upset all day yesterday. The only thing that calmed him for a bit was for me to fuck him.." BB: "Please tell me you wore a condom. " Red: "What could I have possibly told him. He knows I love doing him raw. Of course I fucked him bareback. " BB: "But you didn't breed him! Please!" Red: "I came in his ass three times over the course of the day. I just needed to calm him down. Fuck, I've made such a mess. " The next two evening chats didn't change. Taking care of others he hadn't gotten himself to any clinic. He never received PEP, and he kept right on pumping his questionable loads into his boyfriend. Usually 3 or 4 per day. He told me he wept when he realized he'd past the point of no return, at least for PEP to be effective. On the next evening he came to meet me at the glory hole. He pumped a load into my ass, but before he finished another raw cock was pistoning in him. The leprechaun made no attempt to stop the guy and after his ass was flooded he turned around and pushed his vulnerable ass onto my raw boner. In the time it took me to fuck and breed him through the glory hole he had sucked off two more guys and guzzled down their loads. He hung around for two more hours. I was so busy getting fucked I have no idea how many more he swallowed with his mouth and his ass. The next day at my appointment it was clear he still had no idea we'd been chatting and fucking and breeding each other. Him: "I cheated on my boyfriend. Full out penetrative sex. " Me: "Really, with the guy you'd been chatting with." Him: "Yup. " Me: "So you let him fuck you raw. Did you ask his status first?" Him: "I told you I wouldn't. I trusted him. " Me: "Wow. Anything else to report? Do you still trust him?" Him, evasive and a bit angry: "Of course I still trust him. And nothing else to report ... accept my boyfriend is hornier than ever. I can't pump enough loads in to satisfy him. " For the next two evenings we were both at the glory hole loading each other's asses and getting flooded by many other guys The next appointment my leprechaun looked pale. I asked if something was wrong. Him: "My boyfriend woke up sweating and with chills. I thought he'd shake our bed apart and it was soaked. Did you have those symptoms when you turned poz?" Me: "Yup. But where do you suppose he got it? Has he been cheating on you all along. " Red, blushing: "Remember I didn't ask the guy before he fucked and bred me raw?" Me: "Yeah." Him: "I should have asked, I shouldn't have trusted him. But truth be told I was so fuckin horny to take a strangers raw cock and load I wasn't gonna take a chance on finding out something to stop me. " Me: "That’s fucked up, but I understand it. " Him: "And that's not all. I've taken at least a dozen 'don't ask, don't tell ' loads from other strangers. You and the glory hole guy have unleashed my inner cum dump monster." Me: "Fuck, so have you been tested. Maybe he's been cheating on you. " Him, resigned, "No, I trust him. I'm sure I infected him. " The next night on chat; Red: "Hey BB, I can't chat long. I'm sick as a dog! Congratulations. You managed to knock me up, and I knocked up my boyfriend. The gift that keeps on giving!"

Interesting you should say this. I've been crafting an alternative ending in my head. If three of you guys reqest it I'll write it and share it in this story thread. Thanks for all the positive feedback.

Not five hours later we were chatting on the hookup app again. When I suggested a 7 p.m. hookup tonight he replied, Red: “So, theoretically if I said yes, what do you see happening.” BB: “Simple. You arrive to find my hard on sticking through the glory hole. We work it into your tight hole, I fuck and breed you.” Red: “Theoretically that all sounds wonderful, but it’s not going to happen.” BB: “Oh, so what is going to happen.” There was a long pause. BB: “Theoretically?” Red: “No question, no theory. I have no need to use your ass, I can now bareback and breed my boyfriend. It would only make sense to come to get my ass bred, but we both know that’s not going to happen.” BB: “I don’t know that” Red: “Well don’t wait for me.” A few minutes to seven I was slipping out of my clothes by the window on the side of the garage. I saw flaming red hair moving along just above the yard fence. When I saw the leprechaun social worker turn into the yard, I quickly placed my ass in the glory hole. I recognized his soft touch on my ass cheek and his Irish lilt. “That you BB?” BB: “You came.” I quickly stood, turned and offered my hardening cock. “You ready to ride this?” Red: “No you idiot. I’m here to fuck and breed you.” BB: “Oh, I’m confused by what you chatted earlier. In fact, I wasn’t expecting you.” I had once again pro-offered my eager ass. Red: “I changed my mind.” BB: “Did you bring a condom?” I couldn’t stop myself from teasing. Red: “Very funny. I want no part of those boner killers.” And he drove in balls deep. I was glad I’d used lots of pre-lube. He didnt ejaculate prematurely this time. In fact, he gave me quite a decent raw fuck before his breathing got erratic and he picked up his pace and strength. He was unloading inside me when two guys came around the back of the garage, Red: “Holy fuck! You scared the shit out of me.” The tall one spoke: “Nope, but looks like we scared the cum out of you. We’re here to make that cum dump behind the glory hole just as happy as you made him just now.” Red, pulled out and for the next ten minutes my ass was worked by these two stranger’s very impressive naked tools. They didn’t stick around when they had both added their contribution to the cum soup in my ass. Red: “You just let two total strangers raw fuck and breed your ass? Are you crazy?” BB: “You stayed to watch! Good for you. Remember, ‘raw is the law.’” Red: “Get your cock out here.” I did as asked and his mouth sucked me in deep. I was already semi hard and within no time hard as fuck. He was soon bent over and directing my ridged head to find his hole. BB: “What are you doing?” Red: “What’s it look and feel like. I’m mounting your pole. I need you to fuck me like they just fucked you.” He was pushing my raw cock in deep. BB: “Are you sure?” I felt a little moral twing but I had warned him not to trust strangers. And he hadn’t asked. Red: “Fuck yeah. That feels amazing, Fuck me already.” I fucked him for five minutes turned on by the knowledge of how much toxic precum I was lubing his ass with. He just begged for more, faster, harder. I gave him what he wanted quite prepared to pull out when he got around to the crucial question of my status. If didn’t cum up, he never asked. BB: “Isn’t there a question you’re forgetting?” Red: “The only question I can think of is what’s stopping you from creaming my cum virgin ass?” BB: “Well beg for it, and it’s all yours.” Red: “Flood me BB. Fill me to the brim!” BB: “Fuck yeh, knockin ya up! Take my dirty load Red.” It seemed he didn’t hear me as he grabbed my ass and pulled me in tight so every drop of toxic cum was pushed deep inside. Red: “Fuck man. That was amazing. Wow, I can hardly believe I’ve taken my first load up the ass. Thank you, thank you . …. And what did you mean ‘dirty load’?” BB: “I just knocked you up mate. My cum is highly toxic, and your ass got ripped up by the look of the pink liquid around your hole.” Red in shock; “But why didn’t you tell me? How could you do this? That’s so fuckin sick.” BB: “I told you in our chats not to trust strangers. I told you to ask before you took a raw cock up your ass. I told you trusting was not a good idea.” Red, with anger: “Would you have told me if I’d asked before you shoved in so rough.” BB: “You mounted me roughly, that’s all on you. And yes, I would have told you and respected your choice. Just like I respected your choice to not ask. And then your choice to beg for my load.” At this moment three guys arrived. The big bear spoke; “You guys gonna keep chatting? Or can we get off in this cum dump?” For the next 15 minutes I was too busy taking their cocks and cum up my ass to even think about the social worker. As they were leaving, I was surprised to hear the Irish lilt. Red: “So, you’re telling me my first load in the ass is a highly toxic poz load?” BB: “Yup, that’s the long and short of it.” Red: “And you knew I’m not on PreP?” BB: “Yup, wasn’t my job to question.” Red: “Then I have another question for you.” BB: “Ask away, anything you want.” Red: “Can you give me another infected load? If I’m going to the clinic for follow up tomorrow, I may as well have a good reason.” He was bent over and my raw poz cock was fucking him silly for the next half hour. A crowd of six guys had gathered by the time I loaded him up for the second time. They clapped and one called out. “Great show, but I though we were here to fuck the guy in the glory hole. Not the other way around.” Red: “Well we’ve got a treat for you then don’t we. Two pre-loaded asses for your raw fucking pleasure.” As the fuck-athon went on for the next two hours guys just kept cuming and going. I took another 6 loads up my ass. The leprechaun left with a dozen strangers cum leaking from his formerly virgin hole. And no, he never asked anyone their status before they pushed into him raw. Neither did he ask after they had bred him. For some reason we missed a week on my regular appointment schedule, so it was two weeks before I went to his office. I was anxious to hear how he'd made out at the clinic. The receptionist apologized that I hadn’t been informed of this second cancelation. My assigned social worker, my cute little leprechaun was home ‘sick as a dog’.

I’d set the precedent, and the leprechaun social worker had gone for the bait, so I started the next appointment the same way. “Have you cheated on that no-good boyfriend of yours yet?” He responded, “Interesting that you asked. I actually haven’t technically physically cheated on him. But I guess I have psychologically and maybe even a little more.” Me: “Interesting. Do tell.” He confessed about the ongoing chat with the guy on Squirt. He clearly didn’t know it was me. He gave the details and blushed at the conclusion of our last chat. Me: “So the thought of breeding the guy gave you a great ejaculation?!” Him: “Fuck yeah, among the best of my life.” Me: “So?” Him: “So what?” Me: “So what are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna hook up with him? Breed his willing ass?” Him: “Fuck!, No! I couldn’t cheat on my boyfriend, at least not go that far.” Me: “Oh, ok.” Him: “Although I can’t stop thinking about having my raw cock in a man’s hole.” Me: “Only thing better is having a man’s raw cock blasting in my hole.” Him: “I can’t imagine that, it must be amazing … no, no, stop putting ideas in my head.” Me: “The idea's already in both your heads. It’s a terrible thing to die curious.” Him: “Fuck man, you’re evil. And I love it. Now get out of my office and get busy collecting loads and stories for your appointment next week.” Before our next online chat I came up with a plan of approach. Me: How you doing Red. (I’d offered this nick name and he’s accepted it. He’d decided to call me BB, for bad boy and barebacker) Red: “Horney as fuckin hell.” BB: “Boyfriend still not giving you cock in the ass?” Red: “That’s for sure. And the more I push to ditch the condoms the more he with holds all sex! He wouldn’t own it, but he’s basically forcing me to cheat on him.” BB: “So did you? Have you?” Red: “Only virtually in our last chat. Fuck man, that was amazing.” BB: “What if I had a plan? You and I meet and you could fuck and breed me for real.” Red: “No fuchin way. That would be going to far. But, theoretically tell me what you were thinking.” BB: “My buddy has a glory hole through the back door of his garage. The outside of this door is completely secluded from his neighbour’s view. I’ve been fucked and bred through it many times, day and night, it’s perfect. We could arrange a time. I’d have my ass up to the hole and away you’d go. Totally anonymous.” Red: “Well, theoretically, when might you suggest?” BB: “Tonight, 10 p.m., it’ll be dark, you might like that better than daytime.” Red: “It’ll be hard to find an excuse to go out that late.” BB: “Earlier then?” Red: “No theoretically I’d do my best.” That’s how it was left. So I had no idea when I stripped in my friend’s garage and backed my bare ass to the glory hole if there was going to be any action that night or not. I had intentionally not drummed up any other fucker’s on the hookup apps to give my leprechaun a chance. I figured I’d give him to 10:20 to show and if nothing I could get busy on the apps then. I approached it like a fun game. 10:17 and I hadn’t heard a stir in my friend’s yard. I was preparing my brain to change strategies when I heard gentle footsteps move up to the glory hole. A hand brushed my bare ass cheek and I recognized Red’s whispered voice. “BB? Is that you?” I altered me voice to remain anonymous to him; “Yup.” One of his fingers explored my hole eventually sliding inside. Red: “You pre lubed.” BB: “Yup” From the next noises I was pretty sure he stripped out of all of his clothes. Then I heard the distinct sound of a condom package opening. BB: “Red, what are you doing?” Red: “I’m suiting up to fuck you. I’m cheating on my good for nothing boyfriend.” BB: “Yeah, but why the condom? I thought you wanted to breed me.” Red: “You told me I could wear one. Just for me you said, nobody else.” BB: “Yeah, but you know from our chat you want to be in a guy raw, your orgasm.” Red: “No, I can’t take that chance. It’s already on and I’m ready to fuck you. Please!” By this point I was so fuckin horned up I relented. The condom burned like hell as he eased it into me. I made him pull out and applied more lube. It was marginally better when he pushed in this time. I was sorry I wasn’t using Vaseline. He began to fuck me, and I soon needed to stop him to add more lube. He entered me again, but I could tell he was starting to go soft. Red: “Damn this never happens at home, but I can’t keep it hard. I think the condom is killing my hardon.” BB: “Then take it off.” Red: “I couldn’t do that. My boyfriend would never forgive me.” BB: “Do you plan to tell him you’ve cheated on him? Your cocks already fucked me, a stranger.” I heard the condom snap off. Red: “You do have a point.” BB: “Just rub the raw head of your cock on my hole. See if that gets it excited.” He followed my instructions. Red: “Mmmmm, that feels good. Fuck, I’m getting hard already. ” BB: “Yeah, I can tell.” Red: “OK, I’m just going to put the tip in, no more, ok?” BB: “Go for it.” His swollen mushroom head popped in and felt amazing. I relaxed my ass, and it sucked his gorgeous cock in balls deep. He went into instant orgasm and painted my gut walls. 7 blasts! Red: “Fuck, fuck, fuck! You tricked me! Oh my God. That was the best orgasm. I’m so fuckin high right now. I don’t know if it’s the cheating, or raw fucking you, or seeding your ass … probably all three.” He was totally breathless. BB: “Why don’t you back your ass up to this hole and I can return the favor.” Red: “That would be fuckin amazing, …. But no, no, I couldn’t do that. It’s one thing to cheat on him, but to give my ass to a stranger … and bareback … fuck, that would be so amazing but no, no way. I gotta go. Thanks.” And he was gone. At my next appointment in his office, he didn’t even let me ask my question. He proudly blurted; “I cheated on him. I met the guy I’ve been chatting with and fucked him through a glory hole. Blasted my load deep in his ass. Fuckin loved it, so did he.” BB: “I bet he did. So, what comes next?” Red: “He wants to breed me, but I can’t let that happen.” BB: “I guess you’re right.” Red: “Yeah, but I’d love to. He’s negative and I trust him. And my ass is so hungry for a fuck.” BB: “Maybe you shouldn’t trust him.” Red: “Yeah, you’re probably right. But I’d ask him his status before I’d let him in raw, you know just to be sure.” BB: “That’s probably a good plan. So, you’re going to let him fuck you?” Red: “No way. … Oh, I forgot to tell you, yesterday was my birthday, my boyfriend gave me the most amazing presents. At first, I was like ‘what the fuck’! He’d wrapped up a new box of condoms for me. I was so pissed with him. Then he gave me the second wrapped parcel. I opened it and was confused; it was a big new bottle of Vaseline. He held them both up and said, “It’s your birthday, you get to decide which of these we use, and if you want to use both together, I think that would be so fuckin kinky.” The first two fucks we used both, soon shredding the condoms long before I bred his ass. The third fuck we just used the Vaseline, and he begged me to breed him. I couldn’t believe I managed to breed him and a stranger within a week.” BB: “That’s amazing. So, when do you get to be fucked and bred?” Red: “Honestly, if I was going to do that I’d choose the Squirt stranger first. This inner cheater I’m discovering is fun.” BB: “But you better ask his status before, right?” Red: “Fuck no, I trust what he has on his profile.” BB: “That’s probably not a good idea.” Red: “You’re probably right, but I’d feel embarrassed … besides, I won’t go through with it … I’m sure of that. It was great the once, but I know me, I won’t follow through.”

Thanks for giving me the idea.

I love these creampie vids ... especially the poz ones ... mmm

I was doing well adjusting to being HIV poz and returning to my usual home, work and social life. I really didn’t need assistance, but I kept going to my weekly appointments with the cute young social worker anyway. He was just too adorable to pass up being in his presence for 45 minutes per week. Cute can come in a lot of varieties. This guy was the slightly built leprechaun variety. He couldn’t have stood over 4’8” or weighed more than 125 lbs. soaking wet. His hair and sparce short, trimmed beard were flaming red. He had no mustache. His ‘Irish eye’s are smiling’ were a twinkling emerald green. His cute little face and button nose were covered in freckles. His delicate arms were covered in a fine red fur, and a tuft of this always peaked over the top button of his shirt. Yes, he even had a slight Irish accent and a definite lilt to his tenor voice. I found myself flirting shamelessly with him. A behaviour he didn’t seem to discourage with his good-natured professionalism. I also relished in making him blush with stories of my promiscuous sexual adventures. If he was going to offer support, I wasn’t going to hide my true nature and sexuality. He blushed but he didn’t chide. He wondered if I was having more bareback sex since before I was infected. “Fuck yeah man. It’s all bareback sex now. What about you?” I asked quite inappropriately. I wasn’t even sure he was gay at this point, I just hoped. “My boyfriend and I always play safe. Even though we are committed to monogamy.” He shared, even though he didn’t have to. He checked his notes to be sure I wasn’t on meds yet then asked; “Your unmedicated, and versatile, do you find yourself bottoming and topping bareback these days.” “Fuckin A man. Since I converted ‘raw is the law’. “Do you disclose your status before topping a guy?” he queried. “I don’t top that often. But, yes … well all but once.” I confessed. “Why not that time?” he asked a bit shocked. I unfolded my little story, “We were in a darkroom. There was quite a crowd bumping about and feeling each other up. This hand took a firm grasp of my hard on. Immediately he was whispering in my ear ‘I need this in me.” In hindsight I don’t know why, but I thought he meant in his mouth. Before I could say anything, his cum lubed hairy ass was sucking in my raw cock. I was already balls deep when I was able to ask, “Are you sure about this?” “Fuck yeah man, your raw cock is amazing, go ahead, fuck me.” “But you don’t even know my status.” Him, “I don’t fuckin care.” Me, “Are you at least on PreP?” Him, “No fuckin way I’m taking that shit.” Me, “Then I better pull out.” Him, “No way, why?” Me, “I’m poz with a high viral load.” Him, “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out.” Me, “But I might knock you up, I’m newly diagnosed and very fucking toxic.” Him begging, “Fuckin A man, give me everything you’ve got.” At this point a popper bottle was placed under my left nostril and my right one pinched off. I instinctively took a deep breath. Whoever was feeding me poppers spoke into my ear, ‘take another’. I did as told and the bottle was moved and two deep breathes of the magic chemical went deep into my lungs through my right nostril. I was now flying high and started to pound the eager bottom. He begged and a growing crowd encouraged me to ‘knock him up.’ His ass contractions just kept milking my cock until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Rope after rope of my toxic cum blasted into his vulnerable neg. ass. “ The astonished social worker: “You mean he wanted you to infect him?!” “Begged me to. Who was I to deny an adult what he wanted?” “Wow. And how did it feel?” the questioning lilt. “So fucking powerful! He gave me utter control of his life and I took it and claimed it with my big raw cock and toxic babies! I fuckin loved it.” “So, you’d do it again, knock a guy up, poz him.” “Absofuckenlutely!” “No regret or quams? You don’t feel you crossed some moral line?” he couldn’t seem to give this up. “No moral regret, no quams. In fact, I’ve decided to never disclose unless asked directly before a fuck. I figure if you’re not on PreP and taking raw cock up the ass you’re chasing. I’m happy to knock up as many chasers as I get a chance before I go on meds.” “But what if some guy just slips up, gets caught up in the heat of the moment, or thinks ‘just this once, once can’t hurt’? “If my raw cock gets up his ass, that’s his problem not mine.” I’d never heard him swear; “Fuck, that’s harsh man.” Despite his seeming sense of moral concern every visit it was as if he couldn’t help himself; he would ask about my sex life and specifically my conversion to 100% bareback. I felt no shame in reporting that I was more promiscuous than ever. Despite my preference in the past to bottom I was now topping at least half of the time. Most encounters were completely anonymous, and no bottom asked my status before my raw toxic cock went into their eager holes. Only one had asked me my status after I bred him and pounded it in deep. This bottom was incredibly pissed with me; “How could you do that? I’m negative and not on PreP.” I just laughed at him:” You were negative. And you waited for a strange time to ask me. You’re just going to have to live with the outcome.” The guy had walked away sobbing, but it wasn’t my responsibility. The next social work appointment he just cut right to the chase asking, “So how many guys have you bred your toxic load into this week without telling?” “Five! Three of them told me afterward they are chasing and were over the moon happy when they knew my status and the strength of my toxicity.” Meanwhile a new profile appeared on Squirt. I wondered if it was my leprechaun social worker. The profile pic was one of those classic frontal torso nudes cut off at the neck and below the crotch with his hand attempting to hide what is clearly his erection. I’d never seen even one extra button open on his shirt, but the size, stature and flaming red body hair and bush looked unmistakable. Details in the profile included, new to this app, just looking, partner doesn’t know, extreme discretion required, fully versatile, and the confusing detail, condoms/let’s discuss. I knew my profile cock pic wouldn’t give me away so fired off a ‘hi’. Very quickly I got a simple ‘hi’ back. Me- “How’s it going?” Him- “Good thanks. Thanks for saying hi. I’m new to this.” Me- “Your welcome. Glad to help a newbie … what you looking for on hear.” Him- “Mostly just to chat. I can’t cheat on my boyfriend.” Me- “Understood.” Him- “Not that I’m not tempted to.” Me- “OK, if you want you can tell me more.” Him- “I shouldn’t, it feels like throwing him under the bus.” Me- “I wouldn’t encourage you to do that.” Him – “It’s just he’s a total bottom, so I have to top … to fuck him all the time.” Me- “Your ass is itchy for a chance to flip?” Him- “Yeah, you get it. And what’s even worse is he insists on condoms. We are monogamous and have been together for two years. Neither of us had much experience before we met. We’ve been tested several times, but he still insists. If I’m going to do all the fucking, I prefer to be able to feel what I’m doing without a rubber barrier. You understand don’t you. Looks from your profile like you bareback.” Me: “Yup, I understand. And yes, I only play raw.” Him: “You are so lucky. Do you ever top?” Me: “Sometimes” Him: “I wouldn’t, but if I were to cheat on him with you would you suite up, wear a condom? I need to get fucked.” This caught me off guard. I hadn’t gotten around to updating my status and wasn’t sure I wanted to reveal that just quite yet, especially if this was my social worker. I’d had enough time to quickly think through my response; “Since this is only theoretical, I’ll say, sure, I’d suite up. Probably not for anybody else, but for you.” Him; “Cool … and thanks for the theoretical chat.” We continued to chat over the next few weeks. It certainly made my appointments with the social worker fascinating as I continued to wonder if it was him. The day finally arrived where he asked to see my private pics. I made sure to remove anything that include my face as sent him the link, along with a request to see his. He opened his two private pics up to me. The first was a repeat of his profile pic, except this one was full frontal head to toe with no attempt to hide his cute leprechaun face or his amazing proportionately large erect cock. No wonder his boyfriend wanted it to always fuck him, crazy to want it covered as far as I was concerned. The second was a fully nude back shot with him shoving a big black dildo into his tight hole. The look on his face showed every hint of the pain and pleasure this act was giving him. I didn’t know how I was going to manage it, but I knew I had to have sex with this man. There was now no doubt it was him. During my next visit to his office, I couldn’t pick up any hint that he knew he was chatting with me. I had a ragging boner for the entire visit and worried that he could feel me undressing him with my eyes the entire time. I was pleased to see he had relaxed and instead of the one chaste open button at the top of his shirt there were now three. This gave me a good view of the fiery red pelt matting his chest. I started our next online chat boldly; “So have you cheated on that boyfriend of yours yet?” Him: “Fuck no. Honestly I wouldn’t do it with anyone but you, and even then, I’d need to keep it anonymous.” Me: “Interesting. So, you are considering cheating with me?” Him: “I know I shouldn’t, but honestly, yes.” Me: “And would you fuck me, or have me fuck your hungry ass?” Him; “What would you prefer?” Me: ”Oh baby, I want to ride your beautiful cock. I’m so jealous of your boyfriend.” Him; “Sheathed or raw?” Me; “Fuck your boyfriend, I’m going to give you what you want. I want that big, beautiful cock in me raw.” Him; “Cool. … And since we are talking theoretically would you want me to pull out before I cum.” Me: “Fuck no! Breed my ass, cum in my ass and push it in deep.” There was a long pause and not even a sign that he was typing at the other end. I was afraid I had offended him, and he’d signed off. And then the signal that he was typing … I awaited his message. Him: “Fuck man, I just had the biggest orgasm imagining I was breeding your hole. I’ve gotta go clean up before the boyfriend gets home. Thanks for the chat and the wank.”

Perhaps. Thanks for the feedback and suggestion.

I hadn't considered continuing this story until I saw your comment. 'Never say Never' is one of my mottos. You've planted a seed without fucking me. (lol) Watch and we'll see if it grows!😜

Fantastic star! We can see where this is heading and I can't wait to read more. Thanks for sharing your slutty poz fantasy!

The next time I found the same guard and the prisoner at the smoking area it was the next night, and it was after midnight. Even thought there was little chance of anyone coming around the guard waisted no time. He handcuffed the prisoner to the garbage bin where he had a free and unobstructed view of what the guard was about to do to me. “Drop those shorts and bend over here.” I didn’t ask any questions. I quickly did as instructed. The guards short, trimmed beard was scratching my ass cheeks as his tongue fucked my hole. Liberal amounts of spit were added and pushed in with his expert tongue action. Soon he stood and his raw thick short cock was lined up with my hole. I was tempted to mention a condom, but he was already inside me, and it felt amazing. “Yeah, raw fuck the nerd!” the prisoner goaded. The more he pistoned inside me the more I enjoyed it, and the more I was happy we were doing this raw. He pulled out and I turned to see him remove his shirt and drop his uniform pants and underwear to his ankles. He was a fine specimen of a 5’ 8’’ bear cub. I loved his hairy body especially when he was quickly back inside me and his hairy torso rubbed against my back. Freed of his clothes his pace picked up. I began to feel his sweat dripping onto my back and his breathing became ragged. He asked; “Fuck man, where do you want my load?” “Inside, breed me.” I was surprised to hear my response. “You better be on Prep!” he chocked out. “I’m not.” I confessed “Neither am I and I’ve taken a dozen toxic loads from this scorpion cocked prisoner over the last few weeks.” “If this guard breeds you, I breed you next!” the prisoner asserted. My brain was in panic mode. I couldn’t get any words out. “Fuck, Fuck, fuck take my load you fuckin nerd bitch. Yeah, breeding your unprotected ass. Fuuccckkkkk, feels amazing!” The prisoner had managed to all but slip out of his orange jump suite. It was bunched up by his cuffed wrist. His scorpion tattooed erection stood straight out from his tall lanky naked heavily tattooed body. “OK nerd, you heard the deal. You took the guards load, come here and get mine.” I don’t know what possessed me, but I stripped out of all my clothes and backed my cummy ass onto the prisoner’s scorpion cock. I bent over and took the guards slimy cock into my mouth to clean it off. The prisoner wasted no time in pounding me hard. All I could think in astonishment was I am loving getting fucked by this hard core rough and tumble prisoner. He’s going to breed my vulnerable ass with his toxic poison, and I’ve unknowingly been waiting my entire life for this moment. Soon he was panting; “Beg for it nerd slut, tell us what you need.” “Knock me up! Breed me. Cum in my ass … oh fuck yeah …. Just like that … oh fuck …. I need every drop.” He kept pounding the load in deep. When he finally pulled out, he reached in my ass and scratched me quite severely with his long finger nail. “Let’s make sure that takes.” I couldn’t wait for the next midnight to roll around. They were by the garbage bin smoking with a second tall handsome guard. The first guard stripped completely and leaned against to garbage bin. As the new guard ate out his co-workers ass I stripped naked. My cock was soon engulfed and covered with spit before being lined up with the bear cub’s hairy ass. My raw cock in his hot hole felt amazing. The second guard was soon eating out and tongue fucking my ass, so I held off starting the fuck. Soon the guard behind me stood and his mammoth erection was penetrating my vulnerable ass. I would later learn his was a full ten inches massive Cuban cigar thickness. The train fuck was now on. The harder the guard behind gave it to me, the harder the guard I was fucking got it. The Prisoner cursed and swore and cheered us all on. I was the first to blast inside the bear cub. My ass contractions brought the guard in me over the edge and my ass was being flooded. When he collected his breath and pulled out, I knew the drill. The prisoner had been handcuffed totally naked, so I was free to back onto his scorpion tattooed meat. I bent and the Cuban cigar dick was down my throat. When I had it clean, I noticed the high-quality biohazard tattoo on his left pelvis just above his immaculately trimmed pubic hair. Possibly my third toxic breeding, definitely my second. It never seemed to take him long for the prisoner to shoot his poison into my eager ass. Possibly four, definitely three. I felt I was now committed to my fate. Over the next few nights three more prison guards would pump their luscious man juices into my ass. Three hospital security guards had seen what was happening behind the garbage bin and pulled me into their supply closets to claim their fair share of my ass. I didn’t protest! By the time I was released from the hospital I had knowingly taken 10 highly toxic loads. My first morning back home the fuck flu hit like a ‘tanker’. I ended up back in hospital with dehydration. I don’t know why I confessed the entire story to my cute young social worker. I guess I got a perverse delight out of shocking him. He tried to play it cool, but it was obvious he was afraid I might try to sue the prison or the hospital. All I wanted was for the prisoner to get early parole. I had no idea what he was ‘in’ for, I didn’t care. I just hoped our paths would cross when he got out. I was ecstatic that such a rough and tumble bad boy had been the one to knock me up.

It seems I’ve always been attracted to rough and wild men. It’s like the attraction between two magnets. I know if I were to take time to turn them around and really get to know them, I’d probably feel repulse and they’d certainly be repulsed by my ‘good boy’ persona. Just at first sight I can’t help myself. My erotic imagination goes into overdrive. As a kid I was adamantly opposed to smoking, but the Marlboro man on the cigarette adds was the hero of what I wanted to look like when I grew up. At a church teen retreat I met a ruggedly handsome, foul mouthed, teen who my heart melted for. I couldn’t get enough time with him. He had a tortured streak deep inside that sucked my desire in even deeper. He was his schools drug dealer, and even sold to his little brother. I couldn’t find it within myself to judge him. Nothing came of that silly teen romance, but I remember it as one of the formative experiences of my life. For the most part as a non-drinker I was never really that comfortable in gay bars, but I found myself going regularly to a seedy hotel that had a male stripper night. I was so jealous of the strippers’ gorgeous bodies and their confidence to take it all off in front of a crowd. And in Vancouver they took it all off, full frontal views of their usually huge, gorgeous erections. There was one man that was always there in the audience. Usually with a woman or two. He always seemed half drunk in that happy smiley loose limbed kind of way. He had that classic rugged handsomeness that always pulled me in. And the charismatic presence that I couldn’t help but feel jealous over. I found myself worshiping him from a distance. Even though he was with women I frequently saw him slip out for a smoke or slide into the bathroom with a guy or three. There was no doubt in my mind what was happening in those bathroom forays. On my fifth night seeing him I still couldn’t even muster the courage to say hi. Imagine my surprise when he crossed the crowed room and came directly to me. Without a word he grabbed me by the collar and towed me across the room almost pulling my shirt off. As we approached the bathroom he hissed at me; “I’m gonna breed your nerdy ass.” Before opening the door, he opened his shirt and there on his beautiful right chest was a biohazard tattoo. He barked, “Don’t look so shocked, I know ‘goodie two shoes boys’ like you really want my toxic sperm.” When the bathroom door opened out came a tall handsome tanned blond-haired Dane. Clearly, they were friends from way back from the passionate kiss that ensued. I was summarily pushed aside and as the two turned to go into the bathroom he asked me to ‘take care’ of his women friend until he got back. He read the look of disappointment on my face and said, “You know the rules, you know how it works, buy her a drink.” After he left, I considered trying to figure out these strange rules, but in the end I just walked away feeling dejected and used. I would see him every stripper night after that. I’d still feel attracted to his rugged handsome aura, but I managed to stay away. As magnetic as my attraction to him was, as much as I knew I wanted to ride his raw cock in a bathroom stall, I just wasn’t sure I wanted his ‘special sperm.’ And I was totally confused that I was even giving it any thought. Recently I was in hospital for a few weeks. I was headed outside to get some fresh air. This took me passed ‘Admitting’. There at the wicket were two prison security guards checking in a prisoner dressed in a bright orange jump suite and cheap runners. The sleaves were rolled up so I could see crude tattoos on his arms, hands and fingers. The same quality of bad tattoos also emerged up the side of his neck and behind his ear. He had a seven-day scraggly beard and although his hair was clean it was long and raged, His face was on the handsome side with a decidedly strong jaw. I altered my course to be sure to get a look at the front of him. I was not disappointed, as I expected, the front buttons of the jumper suite were open halfway to his navel, gaping and exposing his sinewy lightly haired chest. And you guessed it, two crude dagger tattoos came down pointing toward each other on his pecs. I went on about my day, but these images of him kept creeping back into my mind. I was enjoying the freedom to move about after a week and a half confined to bedrest. I was gone from my private room for a couple hours. When I returned, I was informed someone else needed that room more than me and they were ready to move me to a ward. I fully expected this would happen eventually with my lack of private insurance. Curiosity got the better of me and later that night I roamed past my previous private room. Sure enough, guarding the door were two prison guards. Sneaking a glimpse inside I could see the ruggedly handsome prisoner shackled to the bed. He was now shirtless, I presumed even naked under the light sheet, and watching TV. He caught me staring and returned a glare. I suspect he meant for this to scare me away, but it was like the power of the magnetic attraction was turned to electric. You know, those magnets they use in wrecking yards to pick up vehicles they are lifting into the crushing machines. I would find myself wandering by his room for glimpses four and five times a day. Then I met him being led down the hall. One of the guard’s was speaking. “Ten minutes of fresh air, and you can have a smoke, but that’s it. Any funny business and even this privilege will be whipped from you. Do you understand?” He grunted the affirmative. Excursions through the smoking area were added to my escapes from the monotony of my room. Many times, I found him there sullenly sucking away on his fag, looking dejected by one and all, especially his board and hostile looking guards. Then one evening after dark I noticed a guard smoking with him. They were actually talking, joking and laughing. The guard held out his pack to me and offered for me to join them. I demurred; “Sorry I don’t smoke those things.” Grabbing his own crotch the prisoner laughed blurting; “Maybe not those, but you would this.” The guard also laughed good naturedly and my gaydar went off for both of them. We chatted casually for a bit until the guard spoke up; “Sorry guys, but I’ve got to bring this smoke break to a close. My partner will begin to wonder. If you can suck him off real fast behind that garbage bin I’ll keep watch. Then I’ve got to get him back.” The prisoner pulled me behind the bin and pushed me to my knees. His slender seven-inch cock was down my throat in a flash. I sucked for all I was worth as his hands manipulated my head to give me the face fuck of my life. With no warning he was soon blasting, painting my tonsils with his cum. Eight powerful spasms and I swallowed every one. It was only when he pulled out of my mouth that I noticed even his dick was tattooed. It was crude and also just in black, but it was definitely a stinging scorpion.

In my experience it's a very low percentage of guys that want to use condoms. Most don't even raise the topic before pushing into my ass or making it clear they want me in theirs. And as for breeding. If his raw cock is in me I'll be disappointed if he doesn't breed me. I'm not a great top, so even pushing in can trigger my orgasm. And I'm not going to cover up for you. I respect your choice. Just know it's only gonna fuck you if you take it raw. Be prepared to get bred if you offer your ass to me. Is barebacking the new normal? In my mind and the majority of guys this seems to be the case. And I love it!

Over the next few weeks during my hospitalization the young nurse, working on my ward or not, would sneak into my room. His mouth would get me hard and he’d sink his usually cummy hole onto my ridged toxic poz pole. I must have attempted to knock him up a two dozen times. Each time he would get as excited as if it were his first time. His gratitude was immense! I loved shooting toxic poz cum into his willing ass. Every time my orgasm was immense, as if I wanted to put every part on myself, all of my light and all of my deepest darkest self, deep into this young man. In doing so somehow I was staking an irreversible claim on the gold mine of his being. Yet at the same time I didn’t want to be the one to poz his ass. Not out of any moral qualm. No, he was a consenting adult. If not me he was so determined he’d find another person to knock him up. No, I didn’t want to be the one to end the excitement of his chase. Yes, he could move on to other thrills. Like the thrill I was feeling in filling a willing victim with my toxic seed. But the adrenaline rush and danger of the risk would end. And this tint of fear for him was not just in the sexual consummation of unsafe sex. It was in the wait. ‘Is this the time the fuck flu will follow in a week or two? Is this the sexual health clinic visit where I will get the fateful news that I have indeed seroconverted? Is this the time I will have to face the question, ‘How will I really feel knowing I’ve taken on the life sentence of this disease coursing through my veins even if undetectable. Fuck … will the drugs even work their magic on me? Or will I be one of that unlucky minority that the drugs don’t work on? Will these moments of folly for momentary selfish sexual pleasure in the end shorten my life?’ But I also knew all this just added to the thrill for this promiscuous cum slut whore. Despite my mixed feelings I kept sticking it to him and flooding his ass with my biohazard. The first guy and the nurse had awakened a deep dark side of my soul. A side of me that relished such a power over willing victims. It was as if in some way they were willingly handing me the power to fill them with the dark power of death. I found I now wanted to merge with such a dark force in other men’s souls. Yes, it was as if I had finally found my tribe by traveling more fully down this obscure road of being the breeder of uninhibited poz dark life force. When the nurse told me he had two friends, two fuck buddies, who desperately wanted me to knock them up I didn’t hesitate to agree. When I met them, I realized I would have been crazy to turn down sex with these young gorgeous men. The first was a black man with a trained swimmers body. His skin was so silky, shiny and dark. Our naked bodies slipped together like taylor designed fitted silk sheets. His stereotypical huge black cock looked and felt amazing sliding into my hairy white hole. The look on his handsome face as he ejaculated deep inside me was animalistic and stunningly beautiful. Yes, he was a top, a tops top. Every man he met in sexual encounter submitted to his beautiful raw member claiming their ass, even if they had never bottomed before. When I learned this, I expected he would want a blood slam, or artificial insemination of my poz biohazard juices. But no, he wanted me to be the first and only guy to fuck him. He wanted me to do so as long as it took to give him even more power to make men succumb and give their asses and lives away to his magnetic personality, sexually domination, and toxic power. Every time we met, he would dominate me. He’d greet me naked at his front door, pull me inside, strip me in his front hallway and then lead me by my cock to his sex playroom. I would then be strapped into the sling. He’d expertly eat out my ass and prelube me with spit alone. He especially loved when I arrived with a load or four on board. He’d feltch some out and snowball the cum and ass juice for me to swallow. Then his magnificent horse cock would start it’s magic journey deep into my gut. He’d relentlessly fuck me, often for forty-five glorious minutes. Only then would there be this ever so subtle shift in his chest that let me know he was about to loose complete and utter control. The wild panther in him would take over. His handsome face would contort into what could best be described as a snarl. He would pant heavily as if in panicked distress to get his breath. His entire body would be convulsing and I could usually feel blast after blast of his cum painting my gut walls. Very rare when a guy cums so deep inside me. I figured it must be the power and force with which his come fired out of his big cock slit. Then for me, and no one else, he would climb in the sling and submit his powerful ass to my ‘death stick’. I loved the site of my raw dad cock disappearing in his tight silky black pucker hole. I would usually have only a moment to slide my hands over his strong shoulders, eight pack, and soft magic black skin. Then I too would loose control blasting everything in me deep into this stunning black swimmer hunk. Then would come my gratitude fuck. It never lasted as long as the first but as he struggled to get his breath after such a powerful orgasm his lips would cover mine in a passionate kiss. It was as if he was needing me to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation. I not only had a second one of his loads in my gut, but I had also brought him totally out of control and I was the one breathing his next life into him with my kisses and powerful toxic seed. The second was like a Viking warior. Muscles for days, long braided cooper coloured hair shaved at the sides and back of his head. Scruffy beard. And where is skin wasn’t covered with Celtic tattoos it was covered with freckles. His magnificent cock was thicker than anything that had ever gone up my ass. And yes, he too was 100 percent top. He was only allowing me to fuck him to receive my toxic seed. And chose this method after hearing his black friend was taking it directly from my cock. He wanted to be converted to convert. His goal was To knock up as many of the men who flocked to him as he possibly could. And they flocked to him! There were at least three of his harem of bottom wanabees at every one of our sexual encounters. Their specific job was to win a ride on his thick stick by fucking and breeding me as I took him from behind. No missionary or kissing with this macho man! I would arrive at the hotel room he had arranged so his playroom would never be defiled by his level of stoop to submission. His three slaves would ceremonially stirp him. Then they would attack me ripping everything I might be wearing to shreds until I too was stark naked. Then he would have me choke on his cock until he was satisfied I was totally humble before him. Only then would he bend over the bed offering his ass for me to mount doggy style. This was man sex, savage, vicious. The ongoing assault on my ass as I fucked him kept me from cumming as soon as I often did. Even his minions breeding my ass over and over didn’t trigger my ejaculation. His verbal abuse and demanding I seed his ass and knock him up didn’t even bring me over the top. I frequently wondered if I was even going to be able to cum, and if not, I worried what would his punishment be? And then it would happen, his ass would orgasm and milk my biohazard load deep into him. I would barely finish, and he would jump up, pin me on my back to the bed, throw my legs over my shoulders and piston his thick tool into my dripping ass. I never failed to feel I would be torn apart. Thankfully I was always rewarded with him viciously blasting his copious load deep into my gut. These encounters only started two weeks after my orthopedic doctor declared I was completely and totally healed. Ready to return to all pre accident activities. The Viking was my first success. He came down with a vicious fuck flu after only three of my breedings. I was summoned immediately, and the two of us bred his harem of six negative bottoms to celebrate our success. I loved the sex with the black swimmer and was very pleased that it took a dozen passionate love making sessions before he got sick, and the positive blood test was conclusive. For the next six months or so I bred my cute gay male nurse. Every time his test results came back negative. He was not upset, this allowed him to continue with his dangerous chasing game. His ass was taking strangers loads as frequently as ever. He even had regular sessions with his two top friends after I knocked them up. Negative test followed negative test. My encounters with him ended when my doctor put me back on meds and I was soon once again undetectable. As far as I knew and expected I had infected two top studs. I often reflect on how many willing men they have passed on my strain. All thanks to that cute young night nurse. The end