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first poz From a nervous Neg to a Cocky Poz
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My First Ever Poz Load For many years i loved my sex to be bb maybe because condoms didn’t work for me i had long seen stories about poz guys and many times chatted in a poz chatroom on a site that was very popular many years ago, it was starting to become a fantasy to finally take a poz load. I had started talking to a local guy who was much older than me but was still an in shape guy. A little about me at 24 years old with a short, slim, toned body a little bit cute or so told i wasn’t overly confident about my looks though. Joe who was the sexy older guy tall, muscular but not overly muscled. Upon chatting to Joe for a few weeks i decided it was finally time to meet him it was late November and chilly outside, Joe was inviting me down for a drink and movie i was overly nervous maybe too nervous about finally meeting a poz guy but decided this is a good a time as any. The night it happened it was the 30th November me not thinking too much about the date until later, When i arrived Joe really was the sexiest older guy i had met, straight away he kissed me deep up against the front door now this really turned me on I literally had to climb up Joe as he was 6ft to my 5ft5in, taller guys like this really makes me wanna be more sub with guys as i feel they can really work me over. Joe and me didn’t waste too much time with the drink and movie he wanted right there and then showing me some of his fetish items he had, 2 wrestling rubber singlets caught my eye me being horny as fuck i just needed to try one on and lucky for me it fitted perfect (Did he always have something in different sizes to dress his fucks up i dunno). Wearing the rubber singlet just made me more horny esp as my ass was showing the whole time i wasted no time in sinking to my knees and taking that very first poz cock into my mouth. I can’t even explain how it felt to finally do that not that Joe had an overly large cock it was just well proportioned for my mouth and leaked precum like as fireman’s hose. While i was sucking Joe’s cock as best i could, he was fingering my ass with lube poking and prodding me deep, it stung a little but i was too horny to care what it felt like i just wanted more and more. As Joe was getting bored of my sucking skills which seemed like a bit of a disappointment to me he pushed me onto the bed onto all 4’s and asked if i wanted to finally become a real man to which there really was only 1 answer YES. In went his cock and although it was well proportioned it was still larger than my little hole was used to taking so it brought a tear to my eye but a pleasant tear this was it i actually had a poz cock deep inside me bb, i could try and explain the thoughts going through my head at that moment but i just couldn’t it was raw pleasure and i loved it. As Joe picked up the pace the pleasure was building up so much that my cock was leaking so bad inside my rubber singlet that i was getting worried it was more, and with the sound of rubber against rubber Joe announced he was getting close and did i really want to take his poz load. YES FUCK ME, CUM IN ME, I WANT IT. That was all the encouragement Joe needed and just said “Breeding you deep boy”, I know that some guys can feel the cum shooting up inside them i was unfortunately not one of those guys and only knew by the way he held me to him tighter so tight i thought i would never break free, even the friction of the rubber had made me cum myself. In that moment nothing mattered i felt like i was loved and cared for obviously that’s not really the case i was just another notch in his bed post but it didn’t matter i still enjoyed ever moment of it. When Joe finally released me we looked at the clock it was 0025 on the 1st December, which unknown to my knowledge at the time World Aids Day he laughed when pointing that out to me my first ever poz load was given to me on World Aids Day. I knew this would be it i was hooked never had i enjoyed sex as i had done in that moment. Joe offered me to stay the night which gladly i accepted, so out the rubber singlets we got and under the sheets with Joe spooning me which really did make me feel safe that night. Sleep came easy to me but awoke with his cock deep inside me by 9am ready for round two. All in all i took 3 poz loads in the 24 hours of world aids day and dam did i love it. Thanks for taking the time to read guys my first story i hope you like, more will be coming very soon -
My first attempt to write after many hours of enjoyable reading. I had help from someone one here who serves (hehe) as the titular character. Cheers. Where are the female bug chasers? You see that question asked on a bareback breeding site. You stumbled on it while searching through gay porn. Porn for you is about cocks. All sex to you is about cock. So, you watch a lot of gay porn. You’ve been reading these stories while masturbating for a while now. You’ve gotten more and more focused on it. You’ve always taken cock raw. A while ago you got some kind of infection- a minor thing, easily treated. But it sparked something in you. You liked how it made you feel. Dirty. When you discovered bug chasing porn you couldn’t think of anything else. First stories, then videos. You’d finger your self furiously while watching some gay guy beg for his hole to be pozzed. You always came while the top shot his poz cum, imagining being that bottom, willingly taking a toxic load. Then I found you. Seeing a post where you talked about being willing to take poz cum. You weren’t actively seeking out the bug, but if it happened you’d be fine with it. You quickly responded when I contacted you on the site. You saw ‘Poz’ in my screen name, and it sent a small charge straight through your body. After connecting on a messaging app, the chatting began. I asked you what you were about. You said you were a cum slut looking to get pozzed. You’d quickly moved past willing to be pozzed to thinking about wanting it. Over the next few days the messages flew back and forth. The more we chatted the darker it got. The darker it got the hotter you got. You’d had risky sex for ever, but never actively tried to get anything. Now it was all you could think of. I made sure you knew what you were seeking out. No hiding behind euphemism. You had to convince me you wanted to be infected, sickened and eventually to die from toxic cum taking over your body. You grew more and more turned on. You edged yourself reading those words, imagining it happening to you. It is what you most want. You truly want to serve cock more than you want to live. You have always loved being used. You feel the most yourself when you are filled with cock. You are happiest when you are filled with cum. Your growing desire to be pozzed is a desire for cum to take you over. You imagine it entering your pussy, getting into your bloodstream, taking hold, taking over. It all makes you crazy. You know you shouldn’t want this. How can you get so turned on imagining being infected, getting sick. Dying. You know it is nuts, but you can’t deny your body craving it. It makes me crazy too. I know I shouldn’t want what I want. I can’t help how turned on I feel when you so eagerly offer yourself up as a sacrifice. You aren’t just willing, you are enthusiastic. The sacrificial whore, dreaming of being literally fucked to death. We agree to meet. It is going to really happen. I show you my viral load test and it is high. The hotel room is booked. Once you enter that room you know you won’t turn back. You look at yourself naked in the mirror. You see yourself as what you want to be. You head to your date. You arrive at the hotel room. As instructed, you enter and take off your clothes. You kneel in front of me, seeing my cock bulging in my jeans. You look up at me, your heart starting to race. You ask if you can touch my cock. I tell you to wait, to look at it straining against the denim. Notice how big it is. Think about what it will be doing to you, what you need it to do to you. I say you can touch it. You reach out and feel it rock hard. Your pussy is flooded. Your body is aching in a way you’ve never felt. ‘Why should I give you this gift?’ I ask. ‘Do you deserve it?’ ‘I only deserve it if you decide so,’ you reply quickly. ‘I wants it. I need it. I’ll do anything to feel it.’ ‘Your cock,’ you continue, ‘makes me want to fully surrender. I want to feel the full power of being opened up and filled by it. I am a dirty, filthy, cum slut. I have sucked and fucked many cocks. It is who I am. It is who I need to be.’ ‘If you decide I am worthy, I will surrender my pussy to you. You will own it, own me forever. I want so bad to be marked by you, to have your cum in me forever.’ ‘That is a good start,’ I say. ‘Taking your poz load would be the greatest moment of my life,’ you continue. I live for cock. I love how it makes me feel. Physically as it opens my empty hole, completing me. I love its selfish nature, love to be shown exactly who I am meant to be. I deserve to be used.’ ‘Cock and cum are my life, and should be my downfall, my death. I want your cock to be the powerful weapon that sends me into rapture and grabs me from the inside and takes over my body.’ ‘I want your cum to fully take over my body. First to fill my pussy and my mouth and my ass- then to enter my bloodstream and move throughout my bod. I want to feel it changing me, taking control of my fate.’ I tell you to take my cock out. Your heart races even faster as you see my cock IRL for the first time. You feel yourself growing more excited and your body feels on fire. You take my cock into your mouth. You taste my flesh, smell my crotch. There is a small drop of precum, which you eagerly lick. It tastes so good as you have the first small exposure to my toxic cum. It isn’t enough. You start sucking my cock. You are a slut so you know what you’re doing. As you feel my cock swelling in your mouth, you’ve never wanted to feel a cock shoot in your mouth more. At the same time you don’t because you need it in your pussy. I tell you it’s time. I ask one last time if you are ready, if this is what you want. ‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’ You reply. ‘I am ready to be converted. I give my pussy over to you. I give my body over to you. I give my life over to you. To be brought down by your beautiful cock would be the best fate I could ask for. I live to serve cock, and I am more than willing to die for it.’ ‘How would you like me?’ You ask. ‘On your back. I want to look at your face when you receive my gift.’ You comply. It is your nature. You’ll do anything you are told. You are powerless. You spread you legs and I climb on top of you. You look up and me and my hard cock over you. You reach up and grasp my shaft and pull it toward you. You moan. You begin to breathe harder. ‘I need it in me now’ ‘please fuck me, cum in me.’ My cock enters you. You feel everything dissolve but your pussy and my cock. Your empty hole is filled with cock ready to unleash its toxic seed into you. You buck up against me. Your pussy throbbing trying to pull the cum right out of me. Suddenly you look up at me. We lock eyes. You know it is about to happen. You can feel my cock grow inside you. You are past the point of no return. Your head swirls as you prepare to submit your ultimate self to me. I tell you it is time. I am going to cum. You are going to take my hot toxic cum in your slut hole. It is going to flood your hole. My cock spasms as I shoot my cum in your neg hole. I’ve been edging while waiting for you, so my load is huge. You feel it hit you pussy walls and begin to leak. You look up at me. You see who made you and will unmake you. You lie there, panting. You focus in on the feeling of the hot cum in your pussy. You tell your body to let it in. You imagine it crossing in to you- through your pussy, into your bloodstream. Although the fuck flu is some time off, you can just tell it has taken. You aren’t scared. You are ready.
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Coming to Austin with my bud. Looking for toxic fucks. We will hit the bath house but get there on the 30th so a little pregame. Love to slam. Slam your full blown aids blood, better. Hit me up and lets swap strains. I know there has to be some nasty pigs up there to play with.
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Any tops / vers top for some BB action in Edinburgh or near ?
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Just got around to watching Ethan Wolfe fuck Jackson Taylor bareback over on Treasure Island Media. Couple of questions? They strongly imply that Wolfe is poz and Taylor is neg and that he is gifting Taylor. Wonder if there is any truth to it? So is Wolfe poz? -- He now has a bio tat over his cock. Is Taylor neg? It was an incredibly hot scene none the less and I was glad to see that Wolfe came directly inside of Taylor w/o pulling out. The chemistry between the two was dynamic.
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It was the winter after I turned 18 when, right before Christmas, I came down with the flu. I dreaded going to the doctor, but my Mom insisted, getting me an appointment on a late Friday afternoon. She was supposed to drive me there, but she telephoned, saying she couldn't get off of work. So somehow I drove myself. A little bit about me. I'm 5' 6" and weigh maybe 145 pounds. Blonde hair that's just about shoulder length. And hazel eyes. Being small older men loved me but none had fucked me yet because they didn't believe I was 18. So off I go to the doctor. I had scarcely walked through the door of the doctor's office when a wave of something hit me - leaving me feeling like shit. Even so there was paperwork to complete, so by the time the nurse came to lead me back to the examination room to get my vitals, the waiting room was empty. After the nurse had taken my blood pressure, temperature, and other routine tests, she remarked "The doctor will be with you shortly." Perhaps five minutes later HE walked in. Dr. William Bell. Six feet, seven inches and perfectly lean, salt and pepper hair. In his mid 50's. My type of man. I was hard instantly. Dr. Bell told the nurse she could go ahead, that he would lock-up, Dr. Bell and I chatted for several minutes until the nurse left and Dr. Bell asked me to undress to check for any abnormalities. I was slightly embarrassed because my cock was hard and I was leaking precum. Dr. Bell didn't pay any attention as his hands poked and prodded at my body. Dr. Bell then had me lay back on the bed and put my feet in the stirrups so he could check my prostrate. I thought that was kind of strange considering anybody could tell I had the flu. But he was a doctor so - well, whatever. I felt somewhat vulnerable given my ass was exposed, but at the same time I was still turned-on. Dr. Bell then startled me, asking if I had ever had anything in my ass. "No," I replied. He responded with a big smile as he murmurred "Just relax," inserting his index finger into my ass. I was so excited and nervous that I didn't notice Dr. Bell hadn't pulled-on a glove on to check my prostrate. As his finger entered my ass my load exploded. I was beyond embarrased, but to my surprise Dr. Bell didn't remove his finger, but rather inserted a second finger. He then scooped up my cum and fed it to me. Before long I was hard again and moaning like a bitch in heat. I noticed a couple of times what felt like him scratching inside my ass. It hurt slightly but the pleasure was far greater than the pain. After a few minutes Dr. Bell inserted a third finger in my ass really opening me up. After Dr. Bell had my ass where he wanted he lowered his pants. I nearly fainted at the size of his cock. It was a full nine inches long and as thick as a coke bottle. I also noticed a scorpion tattoo but I didn't know what it meant. He told me he was going to really destroy my immune system. Positioning himself at the foot of the bed, his cock aligned with my ass, and for better or worse before I could object to the prospects of that monster entering my ass, Dr. Bell shoved his cock all the way into my hole. I all but fainted from the pain. When I came to Dr. Bell was fucking my ass with a steady, powerful rhythm. It started feeling really good and I didn't think about asking about a condom, reasoning to myself "After all he is a doctor so what could happen?" My own cock was now hard again and I was on the edge of having another orgasm. After a few more minutes Dr. Bell really picked up the pace and was fucking me like a man possessed, so it wasn't surprising when Dr Bell let out a growl and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum in my ass. This sent me over the edge and I exploded all over my chest. Kissing me hard, Dr Bell said "In two weeks I want to see you again." He also inserted a butt plug in my ass saying he said he would call me when it was time to remove it. Oh, by the way, Dr. Bell did indeed write me out a prescription to combat the flu. He also said "Welcome to the club," but didn't elaborate. Nearly two weeks have passed since I saw Dr. Bell, and I am still down with the flu. I can't wait to see Dr. Bell again and find out why.
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Where can I find some porn where guys are fucking a bottom bloody, using cruel condoms, and blood slamming? The closest I found was Camilo Uribe was fucking this guy and got some blood on his dick it was super hot, but it is difficult to find. I don't want anything super gory, but be hot to see guys pulling out their cock and having some blood on it. Thanks
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Some true and some fantasy you decide. My first post so hope you’re all kind. Part 1 I grew up in a VERY Christian family where marriage and kids was the only way to go. For years I lived the “straight” lifestyle but the only fun I had was with my trusty right hand and porn mags as the internet was not around then. Every programme on tv that was gay orientated I’d tape and watch time and time again. When I was nearly 30 I decided enough was enough and came out to my parents. They were actually fine about it and allowed me to be who I wanted to be. The first night I went to a club was in St Helens. It was great all these guys and gals there kissing and dancing. A few guys came over and said hello but then backed off. I didn’t know why what was I doing wrong? Then the barman told me it was because someone had told them I was with the police. Ok I was but did that matter? Yep all down to trust. Weeks went by before they started to open up. There was a really cute twink couple that kept chatting me up but I was really looking for someone older. Along came Steve he was about 30 too. A nicely build Blond haired blue eyed trolly dolly with British Airways. Woof was he nice and he pressed all my buttons. He flattered me so much I was putty in his hands and afterwards we went back to his place. We wasted no time and soon we were both naked and making out. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted him too. Condoms were not mentioned. The lube came out and after fingering me for a while, that drove me crazy as it was the culmination of my fantasies for years, he got me to rub it all over his cock. He was about 7 inches and not thick so when he slid it in it went in fairly easily. Was I happy oh yes. He started slowly and after about 10 mins started getting faster and harder. He hurt a bit being a bit rougher but I knew it must get better and it did. After about 30 mins he started grunting and moaning and then pulled out. “Thanks that was great he said and then I better go as he was up early on the New York flight!” What an anticlimax that was. I drove home with a bit of a smile as I had finally taken a cock and it was raw. After that he kept making excuses and I decided good riddance to him. I found out he did this to everyone and he had so many notches on his belt you couldn’t count them. After that I made some good friends and off to Manchester we all went. The New Union on Canal Street did a stripper every Sunday and I was in for a treat I was told. In we went a few drinks later this big black stripper came out and started his routine. He must have been about 25 and 180lbs at least of pure muscle. When he finally pulled his thong off I burst out laughing. It was SO SMALL! I nearly got kicked out.
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Looking for poz tops in Benelux area, travel everywhere, would love to be converted and try it on chems
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Part 1 Time: Present Moment, spring 2020 Point of View: Darren Darren sat in his dimly lit cheap motel room on all fours waiting for that sound he loves so much. The sound of the motel door opening and pants hitting the floor. Any minute now and the first of many for the night would start arriving to drop anon seed in his cumdump hole. Darren sat on all fours browsing various hookup apps sending more and more invites with his room number out when he heard the sound he had been waiting for. At the sound of the door opening Darren set his phone aside and put his head face down. The second sound of pants dropping came and the blood began to rush to Darrens 8” uncut Italian cock. “turn around boy, I want you to see who’s fuckin you” Darren turns around to see a tall, slim, veiny pig with a large black biohazard tattoo right over his cock. The pigs body was wasting and veiny. “you want this full blown aids cock don’t you boy” Darrens heart began to race and his cock and hole were throbbing. “fuck yes sir, please give me your aids cock, I need to be full blown” the pigs cock jumped as soon as the words “aids cock” rolled off Darrens tongue. Like a wake up call that it was time for it to fulfill its purpose, spreading toxic seed. ”get on your back boy, I wanna look you in the eyes while I shoot this death seed up your cunt” Trembling from excitement, Darren flips over to his back and pulls his knees to his chest. The pig steps forward and lines his rock hard uncut aids cock against Darrens hole. Darren feels the wetness leaking from the pigs cock as he twirls it around over the hole and teases it “fuck sir, you’re already leaking so much precum” the pig laughs softly and says “I’m leaking something alright”, then shoves his aids cock all the way inside Darrens cunt. the breath catches in Darrens lungs and his entire body begins to tingle as the pig starts ramming his death stick in his ass. Darrens eyes fixated on the biohazard tattoo above the pigs thrusting cock, he begins to jerk off his dick while he gets pounded by the pig. The pig swats Darrens hand off his dick and says “wait, got something that might help you boy”. The pig reaches his hand behind his ass and comes back with his hand covered in cum. “Pushed out the 10 or so loads I was collecting in there for you to jerk with. Those should definitely get your dick nice and bugged too” and begins to lather up Darrens cock with the collected asscum. that alone almost made Darren shoot his load. He has never jerked his dick using cum from another’s hole. Darren began to jerk his cock off with the asscum while the pig picked up the pace on fucking his hole. Getting closer to cumming the pig shouts out “tell me what you want boy” darren, getting close himself, shouts out “your aids cum! Make me a toxic aids whore. Give me your poz seed and all the bugs you got. I want to be diseased” the pig began to grunt heavily while his cock clenched and shot thick ropes of highly viral seed in Darrens hole. Darren shot his cum all over his chest knowing that he just got a highly diseased load in him. the pig pulls his cock out and walks around the bed to Darrens mouth. “clean my cock off boy” darren eagerly gets closer to suck off the aids cum. He slides the head into his mouth then the shaft. As the head passes over his lips he feels small irregular bumps, he takes the cock out of his mouth to see what he’s feeling and his cock instantly gets hard again. ”that’s right boy, you found me looking for a poz load but I decided to give you a few more gifts. Now suck that cock and worship those sores like a good pig” Darrens head began to spin as he eagerly sucked the pigs herpes covered cock. Each bump sliding over his lips and tongue bringing him to a new state of ecstasy, he didn’t realize how much time had passed until he suddenly felt hands on the back of his head and hot streams of cum shooting down his throat “don’t swallow it boy” darren looks up at the pig holding his cum in his mouth when the pig gets on the bed next to Darren. “Feed daddy his cum back, boy.” Darren leans over the pigs mouth and spits the cum in to his mouth the passionately kisses him. Swapping the dirty load back and forth. After some time of cum swapping the pig puts on his clothes and heads out. Darren lays back on the bed mind blown and waiting for the next pig to cum
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CHAPTER ONE Please be kind in your reviews and I really hope you enjoy it. The tags in the story will give you an idea of where I plan on taking it. Through the eyes of Scotty: I hear it again, the faint sound of the shower running, my heart skips a beat. Some people say they feel butterflies in life’s tender moments, for me that was the sensation I felt every time I heard my father’s shower running; knowing I’d be able to sneak a glimpse of him, water cascading down his amazing well defined body. I’d been spying of Dean, my father since I was 16 when I first came to terms with my feelings towards other men and realising I’m gay. Jerking off, while watching him shower and knowing he was totally unaware of me doing so made it so much hotter! My mum and dad married and started a family very young, Dean is only 37, to my 17 years. They had my brother Beau one year before me and I think I’m blessed to have a young Dad and Brother. Unfortunately I lost my mother when I was 12, she passed in a car accident on her way to work. Since then it’s just been us boys with dad doing an amazing job of raising us. Beau is already at university studying, so it’s just dad and I living together and Beau visits some weekends and during term breaks from University. Our living arrangements make it easy for me to secretly watch my dad and get my fix, so to speak. And he doesn’t disappoint, as I watch him now, his back is resting against the shower wall, water flowing down his delicious smooth abs, his fat 9 inch cock in his right hand, being stroked casually, his left hand slowly caressing his ass cheek while he strokes himself, moaning in pleasure. I never get tired of this view, peaking through the gap in the door from dads bedroom and his ensuite bathroom, my briefs to my knees, stroking my boyish 8 inch cock, my eyes feasting on the vision of my dad wanking, I know I won’t last too long and hearing my dad’s moans increase, I’m propelled to my orgasm even faster. I see my father, through the steam in the bathroom, abs contracting, grunting, shooting ropes of cum from his massive tool, onto the glass of the shower. Wishing his cum was being sprayed over me, or better yet inside me. It was all too much , I started shooting my load into my left hand, still staring at dad in the shower as he milks the last of his load out. Ugh, I’m in heaven, but quickly snapped back to reality as I hear the shower turn off and the shower door open and close. With my left hand full of cum, I quickly lift my briefs with my right hand and run to my room, so as not to get caught. I make it back to my room and lay on my bed, another successful trip spying on dad, with my heart still racing, my cock only just starting to deflate, I rub my load all over my quivering asshole, wishing, hoping that one day it’ll be a load on and in my ass, delivered by my hot dad Dean himself. A boy can only dream right? ################################################################################# Through the eyes of Dean: Startled, I wake to my alarm blaring at 6am, with my morning wood throbbing, aching to take a piss, I lay there thankful its Friday with the weekend just around the corner. I hear music coming from my son’s room, so I know Scotty is already awake and no need to go and annoy him. He’s a good kid, great grades, excellent attitude and such a caring young man. He lost his mother early in life and he misses her dearly. He has applied himself at school to ensure he succeeds to honor his mother’s memory. He and I are more alike than he realises, you see I used to consider myself bisexual, however since the unexpected passing of my wife, I couldn’t bring myself to be intimate with another woman. So I started dating men exclusively and have never looked back. I’m actually somewhat of a perverted dick pig, versatile, with a thick poisonous 9 inch cock that makes guys go crazy and a hole that can take a damn good pounding, the harder the better, bareback of course, you see I’m a massive cum pig. I haven’t ever used a condom and that will never change. I say he and I have more in common than he realises because he’s been spying on me in the shower, I think for about a year or so. The first time I realised he was watching me he was 16 years old. He’s an amazing looking young man, six pack, smooth, cute as fuck and I think gay, or at least bisexual. I couldn’t believe I was the object of his adolescent desires, but be damned if I’m not going to get some enjoyment out of it and corrupt him in the process, like I said; I’m perverted. I’ve been putting on shows for him for a long time now, knowing he’s been watching me while I shower. I even set up a gopro camera in my room to film him watching me, so that I can focus on putting on a show and not taking a casual glance towards the door to see if he’s there. And to be fair, he was there pretty much every time I showered, stroking his hot cock, rubbing his abs while staring at me getting off. I always positioned myself in the shower so that my biohazard tattoo on my hip was clearly visible from his vantage point. I wonder if he’s put two and two together. He always blew what looked like a great load before sneaking back to his room after I’d climaxed and given him what he wanted to see. His 18th birthday is fast approaching and it’s something I’ve been looking forward to for a very long time.
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“So you think you need to know what happens now, boy? Now that DAD has FINALLY shoved this POZ-ROD deep in your ass! How long have you been dreamin about this night? Three months? Four? All that time you have been sitting at home late at night on-line jerking-off, watching DADDY stroking THIS on the webcam? Craving it like you have NEVER needed or wanted anything in your life? You should have seen the huge smile on your pig-face when that first hot load of POZ exploded in your hungry, bloody ass! Look at you. Kneeling here naked, your hair and beard smelling of spit and sweat and DADDY-piss, your nips hot, raw, pink and swollen so pretty. And you told DADDY you didn’t think you were into nip-play? Guess DADDY is gonna have to spank you again for lying about how much of a fuck-monkey you turned into when DADDY got your ass up in the sling, shoved your dirty jock-strap in your mouth soaked in poppers, and DADDY grabbed those hot pig-boy nips hard; your hairy cub-thighs up on DADDY’s broad shoulders while THE COCK worked its magic on your tight neg boy-hole! So what happens next? DADDY is gonna throw you out in about ten minutes and your gonna drive home to your wife tonight with that new buttplug up your bloody Poz-injected ass and hope you can get in the door and into the shower before she gets a whiff of the sweat and piss and man-sex all over you. And then in the morning you have to hope she doesn’t get a look at your beet-red ass and gaping fuck-hole. Then you're gonna crawl into bed with that wife tonite, your twitching hole and your sore tits are just gonna turn you on again. You're gonna lay there wide awake, hard as an 18 year old boy, and ask yourself what happened? How in the hell did a perfectly respectable 50 year old married man with two kids end up like this? How the hell did you become a crazy fool for a DADDY-bear’s POZ-cock and wanting only to be his complete slave? Is that what you really are? After taking all this time to build up the courage to face the fact that you are nothing but a cock-hungry pig, only happy when you are on your hands and knees, naked, sore, soaked in man-piss and spit on, licking DADDY’s boots and finally trained to drink my piss. How are you ever gonna go back to your boring, empty, meaningless existence? You haven’t felt this alive since the first time you jerked off at age 14, have you? So now you're gonna go back home and even before you get back to your front door you're gonna wish you had never left. You're gonna lay awake at night and wonder if DADDY’s nasty seed is doing its magic in your blood and turning you into that kinky fuck-pig you know you are, deep down inside, ever since the first day you saw another guy’s cock. By tomorrow you will have sent DADDY four e-mails begging for more! It will seem like forever, but someday soon you are gonna be right back here, naked, soaked in piss and sweat, sore ass, tits and abused cock and balls and you will beg DADDY to train you, use and finish the job of taking away all the doubts and illusions about who you really are. You will be tied up and spanked, taught to suck cock for hours on end, and drink every damn drop of DADDY’s nasty man-piss and not dribble it all over the floor like you did tonight. You will know the pleasure of being just a pair of holes and a body for DADDY's total use. You will finally know what it means to be an owned-slave who exists ONLY to have his body, mind and spirit used for a MASTER’s dark, intense, greedy pleasures. Your tits will be the size of wax beans and your balls will be stretched so far you're gonna be afraid they will fall off. In a few weeks, when the fuck flu finally claims you, that wonderful evil fire consumes your your flesh, that sickly fever, burns the last doubts out of you that you are anything but DADDY’s Poz-pig, you will crawl back for more. More fucking, more abuse, more humiliation and training to keep DADDY happy. That’s what’s gonna happen boy. That’s where you are headed now that DADDY has finally gotten those Poz-loads in your guts to match the infection in your mind, the bug of your complete submission. It’s a little late to ask now if you are ready. It's only a question of if you are finally ready to accept your fate.” The ‘boy’ kneeling on the floor was obviously not the person he was six months earlier…. SIX MONTHS EARLIER Aiden was always shy around other men’s bodies, not so much because he was interested in them, but because he was so embarrassed by his own, or so he told himself. Not muscular or particularly good looking in college, he avoided as many of the usual ‘men getting physical’ situations as possible, taking golf for exercise and making sure he was alone when in the bathroom or showers of his dorm. In his junior year of college, Aiden met a shy, attractive woman in his advanced corporate accounting classes and within 18 months they were married. After quietly working for fifteen years in the mid-sized office of a Big Ten accounting firm, with two adult daughters at home, Aiden met Billy- a new office intern who was handsome, charming and soon the most popular man in their section of the department. But Aiden felt profoundly ill-ease around Billy, and he had no real idea why. In Aiden’s mind Billy reminded him of someone in his past, and that vague reminder made Aiden very nervous. Billy was soon getting everyone in their department out for drinks on Wednesday nites to relax and let their hair down. At first, Aiden avoided being asked to join the crowd on Wednesday, and then when Billy finally cornered him waiting at the elevator one Tuesday nite in front of 6 co-workers, Aiden smiled weakly and agreed to go out the next nite for drinks. After 3 beers, Aiden was headed for the can, dreading taking a piss in a public restroom. He quickly felt his piss-shyness take charge as there was only urinals available. Aiden had no sooner gotten down his zipper and was fumbling to extract his very shrunken penis, when Billy comes crashing through the door and they find themselves alone as the noise from the bar droned on. “So A-…..” Billy shouted his usual greeting to Aiden as Billy walked quickly up to the urinal, pulling out his cock even before he got close to the wall, “How long is the wife gonna let you stay out getting drunk with the guys tonite?” Billy smiled revealing those slightly crooked canine teeth and leaned over. Aiden was distracted by the sound of Billy’s piss hitting the water in the base of the urinal and he could smell the cigarettes on Billy’s breath. “And how do you keep your pretty wife happy with THAT?” Billy laughed as he recklessly reached around the thick plastic divider between the urinals got his muscular hand close enough to get some of the piss that was dribbling out of Aiden's shriveled prick on his hand. Billy chucked to himself as he shook his somewhat swollen manhood at the urinal spraying the last of his beer-piss everywhere, saying” You just let Billy here know when you’re ready to learn how to use that little thing, dude,” slapping Aiden square on his cock. Later that night, at home in bed with his sleeping wife, Aiden thought about the ‘Billy encounter’ that evening and realized to his horror that this was the first time a man had ever touched his privates. He wasn’t sure what he felt. Obviously, he was embarrassed, but he was not sure why. And why was he laying here wide awake in the middle of the night thinking about all this anyway? The longer Aiden thought about it the more he noticed another feeling around the edges. He suddenly felt like he was eighteen again. Why would his mind go back there? He also noticed that the more he thought about Billy’s scents: the vague aroma beer as his piss sprayed all over the urinal, that stale smoke smell of Marlboro cigarettes on his breath as Billy almost shouted those words in Aiden’s ear: “You just let Billy here know when you’re ready for me to show you how to use that little thing, dude.” Now Aiden had a new feeling in his body – his own little cock was getting as stiff as he was back when he was that 14-year-old. His shock was soon overwhelmed by the pure pleasure he felt as he slowly fondled himself and finally got out of bed and went downstairs to the family room. He could not settle down. His hard-on was relentless. For the first time in years he had to masturbate in the dark, sitting on the bathroom toilet with Billy’s voice in his head. Aiden tried his best to forget the whole episode in the men’s room and didn’t really see much of Billy around the office for the rest of the work week. He didn’t think much about it over the weekend as he and his wife were out of town with one of their daughters and her family. (to be continued)
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The following story is fiction, but the premise is based on real life experiences. Needless to say, 2020 was off to a terrible start. Even without a global pandemic, life had become abysmally bad. My name is Mark. I had just turned 25. I grew up in New England. Small high school, team sports, honors and AP classes, etc. I went to a state school, did pretty well there majoring in a Pre-Med field but never took the step to follow through with medical school. After graduating I took a job at a prestigious R&D facility. The only problem was that it was located in my hometown. With 150 kids in my graduating class, you can imagine the gay scene left a lot to be desired, to say the least. I applied for months to other jobs, but finally after lots of interviews and being edged-out by someone else, I got one. So right after I turned 25 around Christmas I packed up and moved in with some old college friends in Boston with a spare room. The first few days were great. But things quickly went down hill. I bounced my car off a couple guardrails and got a DWI (being a straight edge kid from a rural town, I had never even gotten so much as a speeding ticket). My childhood friend committed suicide. The guy I had been dating for six months in Boston before the move decided to go back to his ex. And some of my friends decided that I was damaged goods after the DWI and never spoke to me again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider jumping into the harbor and ending it. Pre-social distancing, I was pretty active sexually. I'd have one or two hookups a week. I'm a bottom. I'm pretty average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. I'm not fit but I'm not fat either. I've been told I'm actually very charismatic, which probably explains why I've managed to hook up and date guys way out of my league. But during this time I didn't really care about looks or anything else. Just their dicks. Most of them were one time things. I took them all and never used a condom. If I'm being honest I hadn't used condoms since I was 21. The youngest was an 18 year old hockey player at Harvard. The oldest was some grandpa in an alley near Methadone Mile. And everything in between. Blowjobs in club bathrooms, shady hotel sex, etc. I'm still amazed that I didn't catch anything. Looking back on it, I think I was channeling my depression into other outlets, mainly sex. By early February it was all finally too much. I was walking back to my apartment. A married guy had messaged me to come over from, he bred me then kicked me out saying his wife and kid were on their way home. It was pretty early and not very far, but it had turned windy and cold, so I ordered an Uber. Only instead of going home, I went downtown to a bar I liked. It was small, nothing special but that was why I liked it. I had a beer, then started walking along the water. I stopped and looked out over the black water for what seemed like forever before jumping over the railing that separated the sidewalk from the water. I closed my eyes and fell forward, the shock of the water sending knives of cold through my skin. I felt a strange sensation of moving back towards shore instead of farther out, and suddenly felt myself on dry land. "Are you okay? Stay with me, don't fall asleep", a low but warm voice said. That's when I turned my head and saw Michael, the man that would change my life in more ways than one in the coming weeks. ........................................ This is my first time writing. Kind of a long preamble but setting the stage for later. Feedback appreciated.
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I’d been going to the baths in the early ‘80s for a few months before I discovered the best place in the house to cruise for a sure fuck and load up my hungry hole: the dark room in the back. It took me a while to realize that was where all the horny guys with skinny, wasted bodies and KS lesions were hanging out – in the darkness, where they could hide their disease and still connect for anonymous sex. I was young fresh meat, and it wasn’t long after stepping into the shadows until a sexual predator with AIDS was pulling me into a narrow space, pinning me against the wall and shoving his tongue down my throat in a wet, sloppy kiss. His dick was already rock hard and dripping poison, and I couldn’t wait to drop to my knees and make love to that deadly piece of meat. After a few minutes, I was back up on my feet and making out with my soon-to-be breeder, kissing him deeply and licking the KS lesions on his neck chest. My body tensed when I felt his bony fingers probing my butt while we kissed, because I knew it wouldn’t belong before he spun me around and shoved his dick deep inside my unlubed cunt. No matter how many guys took me this way, the first thrust was always a shock,and he put his bony hand over my mouth to stifle the moans while he stabbed and drilled inside my guts. I knew that he would never stop and pull out without impregnating me, and it was so fukkin hot knowing that our love-making would end with him planting his seed inside my body, the way men are meant to fuck and breed. When he finally slammed his cock deep inside and shook as his balls emptied their toxic sperm into my guts, I felt a deep sense of connection, joy and satisfaction in knowing that I was serving my life purpose – to be a carrier and guardian for his DNA long after he was gone and to breed new strains with as many poz men as possible. We continued to kiss and make out while he worked his seed into my guts with his dick before sliding out of my bloody, freshly tainted hole. After a while he left, but by then another poz predator already had my body in his grip, and my night of ecstasy was just beginning.
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Chapter 1: My Backstory Growing up I had a terrible childhood. Both of my parents were abusive towards me and degraded me every chance they got. School wasn't any better. I was picked on for being smaller than the other kids my age. Girls would laugh at me and the boys kicked my ass every chance they got. I guess my testosterone levels were low because I had a feminine voice even after hitting puberty. My penis didn't grow hardly any after puberty. At 16 I got a job at one of the local fast food restaurants. Luckily it was within walking distance of my house. My manager was a cool guy. He seemed to take an instant liking to me. One evening as we were closing up my manager Bill came up behind and just barely touched my back and I fell down in pain. He knew something wasn't right so in front of a couple of other employees he had me lift my shirt and that's when the abuse I had suffered for so many years came to light. He immediately called the police on my parents and they were arrested within the hour. Having nowhere to go Bill asked the police if it was ok for him to watch over me. They saw no problem with it. That night after arriving at Bill's house he had me tell him everything. My home life, school, and any other thing I could tell him. After telling him everything I sobbed like a little baby. He gave me a hug and said everything would be ok. He did tell me he was gay and asked me if that bothered me. It didn't. I was just thankful for him for saving me. A couple of weeks went by and I was withheld from school so I could heal. After taking time off from work and school I was beginning to heal up. One day during my healing process Bill received a letter saying my parents would be on trial the following week. Honestly I didn't want to see them again but with Bill's help I was able to testify in court. My parents were both found guilty on several charges and sentenced to 40 years a piece in prison. At the end of the trial there was an emergency hearing to determine where I would now be living. Bill stepped up and said he had no problem with me living with him. The court asked me if that was ok and I said yes. Also on the courts suggestion I was to be immediately pulled from school for my own protection. Normally that's unheard of but seeing that the teachers at the school weren't willing to protect me then there was no other choice but to pull me out. As we left the courthouse Bill asked me if I would call him Daddy now. Being naive I didn't realize what this would mean in the future. I agreed to call him Daddy from now on. Looking back it seemed only right. As we drove home he told me that I didn't have to work at the restaurant any longer. My job was to take care of our home and him. I just nodded my head and said Yes Daddy. Daddy took really good care of me and his friends seemed to like me as well. I was definitely enjoying being a Daddy's Boy. When my 18th birthday rolled around Daddy asked me what I wanted. I was so grateful to him already for being my Daddy that I innocently told him that all I wanted to do was please him forever. Daddy took this in a whole other way. I was about to find out that Daddy had been grooming me for the last two years to truly be his boi.
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Thomas’ downfall and my boyfriend too My first story, but I've been reading stories on here for years. Condoms mentioned in part 1 but won't feature again after that; hope you can cope with that. Preamble: My man and I met at university, not that we started dating back then; just occasionally fucked together. I was fairly new to sex and very green, but I was soon with a different man every Friday night, and had a few regulars available on a Saturday night. After two and a half years of him being a regular he surprised me and asked me out on a date; and so started what I thought was a closed relationship and so my weekly antics came to a stop; his however I learned later had not. He eventually suggested occasionally playing around together, which I said yes to with a couple of mutual friends, but found I was mostly a third wheel in these encounters… It was a few years into this arrangement that a fresher approached us both separately, and so both of us started conversing not just on sexual related matters – although the fresher, Thomas, did seem to be fairly single-minded most of the time. My man was into younger men, me less so, and eventually Thomas outright asked to have sex with us – after some thought on the matter I told Thomas and my man that I wanted to wait until Thomas was more emotionally and life experienced. They both accepted this and then on Thomas’ 20th birthday came around and I said we could play with him now. Chapter 1: Tight as a virgin? As it happens I was the first of us to play with Thomas as my boyfriend was away and Thomas was around ours for an unsuccessful gaming evening – we lost all the co-operatives we played. When it came to bed time things became more interesting and again co-operative wink. As we entered the bedroom I took command, telling Thomas strip down – he stripped down to a blue jock, revealing a chubby belly, bubble butt and a little fuzz on his chest; not exactly what I normally go for, well asides a bubble butt in a jock bit – afterall you can’t beat a close fitting jock; or may be that’s just me… I started removing my clothes slowly, I was in no rush, revealing myself wearing my Mr B leather jock, the kind with a zip; showing off my lean, though undefined body. I came up behind Thomas, gently pushing him onto my bed, knees first and then spread his butt and dived straight in; there’s nothing better than rimming; my favourite part of foreplay. As my tongue made a glancing lick I heard Thomas whimper. Taking that as an affirmative that he liked it and I started lapping at his hole, a slight sweaty smell, but clean, just how it should be. After ten minutes of this I started upping the seduction and darted my tongue into his hole, slowly deeper and deeper with Thomas whimpering louder and louder – he most certainly was enjoying this. It was time to up the ante. I withdrew my tongue; eliciting a sigh, spread his legs further apart and pushing his head and body down towards the mattress, raising his butt. Using a single squirt of lube on his hole, I pushed my index finger in slowly, not wanting to tear him up, after five minutes I decided he was ready for more, despite not feeling any looser than before I started, switching to the middle finger, getting much deeper and making glancing blows on his prostate; making him shudder. Five minutes of this and he was still tight as a virgin; I have to loosen him up somehow I thought else he’s never going to be able to take my boyfriend’s cock – he’s distinctly well endowed, both in length and girth; I on the other hand am distinctly just average in both respects. Time for the main event – unzipping and grabbing a condom, I ripped open the packet and slid it down over my erect cock; I lined the head of my cut cock with his hole, gently pushing in, slowly as his hole opened around my cock head; the warmth of his hole encouraging me in further, not to mention his sigh as he felt me enter him; as my head popped in I sigh too; getting ahead of myself I push in balls deep in one push; Thomas whimpered, sighed, grunted and winced all in one; myself marvelling at how silky and warm he felt engulfing my cock; it had been a long time since I’d fucked anyone and I was realising what I missed from being with a top only boyfriend – I had to find more holes to use again, now we’re in a definite open relationship, especially tight young holes. I slowly withdrew until just my head was inside, then pushed in balls deep again, again getting the same reaction; as I increased the pace of the fucking his grunts became panting and the wincing stopped; this kept up for about half an hour before I finally got sufficient sensitivity to come close to cumming. Pulling out I tore off the condom and wanking for the last few second I came on his hole; pushing the cum in with my fingers and massaging his prostate again he came grabbing my finger hard – amazingly he was as tight now as he was before being fucked – I haven’t had that level of control over my hole in years; I knew my boyfriend would enjoy fucking this arse; I must remember to tease him until he does. -=-=- Part 2 partially written, so should be out soon.
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Samuel: I’m a 50+ year old bear, been positive for more than 25 years, with not quite the perceived look, but with the alternate look of someone who has been on the various drug regimens throughout the AIDS epidemic, not really wasted but skinny in my extremities, but with the uneven fat redistribution caused by drugs like AZT and crixivan, so slightly bloated belly look with little fat in face and ass. Was diagnosed less than a year after I met my current husband, most likely from my fucking around in restroom stalls and frequenting backrooms and bathhouses, and never getting tested until the early 90’s after one of my husband’s previous fuckbuddies was diagnosed with KS and AIDS. Well for the best part of time since my diagnosis I have been undetectable, and had no problem sticking to the three times a day, two times a day, 8-15 pills a day regimen, but when my doc got me on a single pill a day cocktail, damn if I can remember to take that horse pill, so much so that after glancing at the calendar it’s been a month since I last took one, bad bear. I have not suffered any major illnesses in the last 25+ years although there has been a couple close calls with opportunistic infections, mostly dermatological or gastronomical, but no major illnesses. But last time I tested I was no longer undetectable, 150 to 500 copies, and that was from just missing a couple doses, and know I been drug free for over a month, my viral load must be sky high. I had been having a rough night with my blood glucose being high I was having a hard time finding rem sleep, I tossed and turned throughout the night, my thoughts going to sex more often than not, it had been a little over two weeks since my last real ejaculation, I was downright horny. I finally got up early around 3am and started flipping through the apps on my phone, BBRT, A4A, CL to name a few, when I came upon a ad on CL: YNG Newbie in need of mature guidance Just turned 18 virgin cub ISO Daddy bear, show me the ropes, never been with anyone outside of boyfriend and we just kiss and fondle, Will be in town today and tomorrow touring collage universities, HMU if you’re Mature, kinky, Down for fun with a virgin and can meet me at my motel room early or late before and after our tours. + is a +, interested in exploring my wild side I started to bone up as my mind saw an opportunity for release, I emailed the poster and really didn’t expect much of a response, but about ten minutes later my phone pinged and I had a reply. Very nervous, never hooked up before, can we do this this morning around 8, staying at the RR inn off of **** room 210 Timing was perfect, dropped off my hubby at his work at 7 and made it back home in time to pick up my bag full of goodies, Dildos, restraints (If he was into that), lube, poppers, and at the last minute I threw in my cruel condom (not sure how kinky he wanted to get) the +is+ had me thinking this virgin was a chaser for some odd reason. I arrived at the motel and went up to the room and quietly knock, not wanting to raise any suspicion from the other guest (although this motel was popular amongst the working boys and girls if you know what I mean). I waited a few moments then the door opened and I was greeted by a mid-thirties Latino guy, who quickly ushered me into the room, my first inclination was to bolt back out the door to my car, but then I saw two boys laying on the bed in tank tops and basketball shorts, the one with strawberry blonde hair bounced off the bed and up to me, hugging me then planting a quick kiss on me “Hi I’m Dan the guy you have been messaging with, this is my best friend Jon and his step dad Manuel, you must be Sam” I sort of just stood there for a couple then replied “Um, I thought it was just us, you failed to mention these other guys when we messaged back and forth” “I’m sorry I just didn’t want to scare you away, I didn’t know if you’d be into a group scene or not, but I took the chance” Dan leaned in again and this time kissed me deeply our tongues intertwined, his hands caressing my body. Dan stood a little shorter than my 6’0” at around 5’10”, Jon was a bit taller at 6’2” and Manuel was maybe 5’8”, they all had lean bodies, Dan with Blonde hair and Jon with brown, and Manuel with the start of white peppering his jet black locks. They all were quite good looking, Dan and Jon were 18, Dan just turning a couple weeks before and Jon a few months older, Manuel was 32. Dan led me to the bed and slowly undressed me as Jon crawled over to me and began caressing my groin, as Manuel, began kissing me with Dan moving south as he sat me down on the bed, Manuel following me, his mouth never leaving mine as we began a deep make out session. The boys then got in front of us and began licking and tonguing our respective cocks Dan on mine and Jon on his Step dad’s impressive piece, neither boy seemed like they had ever done this before so their technique was not the best. Dan was not the best cocksucker but he was good enough to get me hard as Jon worked over Manuel, his step dad began talking dirty to the boy “Oh son, you have no idea how long I waited these last couple years to finally get you to service me, oh yeah lick those balls, take that cock deep oh yeah work for that daddy juice” Dan, having gotten me rock hard moved up and began kissing my belly then my chest and neck and finally his lips met mine again and he kissed me deep “Daddy make me yours forever, breed my virgin boi pussy with your toxic sperm” He whispered in my ear as he lowered his dry hole to the tip of my cockhead, which was drooling precum onto his sweet hole, he rubbed back and forth a bit then with a hard push dropped his ass over my ridged pole impaling himself in one swift motion, his eyes bugged out from the pain and as he began to lift himself off my cock I held him firm letting my precum seep into his colon, his now clenching sphincter trying to expel the invading rod of fire which he had impaled himself down into the depths of his own hell. I twitched my tool inside him and gradually let him slide up an inch or two before pushing him back down on my toxic staff, each time I lifted him up and allowed him to impale himself again he began to feel less pain and was soon riding my stick on his own. Now I don’t generally get to fuck 18 year olds and it felt great having my hard cock sliding in and out of that sweet boy hole, but I wasn’t ready to dump my load just yet so as I began to feel the urge, I lifted the boy off of my ridged cock and laid him beside me once again caressing his body and kissing his full lips. Seeing Dan with his pert just plowed hole laying there half on top of me, Jon abandoned his make out session with hi step dad to dive between his best friend ass cheeks and for the first time rim Dan’s puffy ass lips, Manuel took the time to head over to the bathroom, but instead of using the facilities he reached into a bag and pulled out a pill blister pack, poured a glass of water then offered me a little blue pill “Here with these two we’ll both probably need these” I gulped down a pill and then went back to being caressed by the two boys, while Manuel dove down and took my cock in his mouth to clean it off. It was a sight, seeing Dan and Jon playing with each other for what they say was their first time doing sexual things to each other, sucking each other and fingering holes, Manuel began kissing me again as the boys played at the foot of the bed, 69ing each other, he periodically broke the kiss to tell me of their situation, how he married Jon’s mother 4 years ago and he thought of himself as Bisexual but was leaning more towards gay as Jon’s presence was leading him more to darker thoughts of Man on Man sex. “So what’s in the bag my amigo?” “Just some toys, and supplies” He was curious so he opened the bag and placed the items on the bed next to the guys, he took the lube and greased his finger then began inserting his finger into his stepson, slowly working his index finger into the second knuckle, I moved around and used some lube and slowly inserted the dildo into Dan, rotating it slightly on the inward stroke then reversing on the outward pull, Dan began moaning as I increased the pressure and speed on which I was working his hole. His boi pussy was opening nicely, so I upped the stakes and grabbed the cruel condom and slid it over the toy, lubed it up then began working his hole again, by the time I had worked it in about ten times it was beginning to come out with a pinkish tinge, I rammed it in once more and pulled the dildo out, leaving the condom in Dan, who was already holding his legs up to his chest leaving his hole exposed for me, I stepped behind him and slid my still rock hard cock into the sheath and began fucking Dan in earnest, Manuel took the bloodied dildo and began working it into Jon’s hole while I fucked His Boyfriend/BFF, as I had not cum in like two weeks the added friction of the cruel condom brought me to verge quite quickly after I got over the initial pain of the metal mesh scratching and tearing the tender glans allowing me to bleed into the wrecked hole “Where you want my cum slut?” “In my ass Daddy” “You want me to shoot my Toxic load inside your wrecked pussy boy” “Yes Daddy cum in me give me your toxic load, Poz me up” With that I began shooting my 2 week old load into Dan as Jon and Manuel looked on, Jon with a dildo being worked into his hole. As I came down from my orgasmic high, my cock was still rock hard and dripping boy spunk from Dan’s sloppy ass, I looked at Manuel and Jon “Who’s next?” Manuel indicated Jon’s puffy lips as I slid over to Jon and slid in without the use of any more lube, just the CC sliding into my new boy, tearing up his ass as I pushed in. Manuel began licking and slurping Dan’s rose bud then slid his large Hispanic cock in and began pumping into the boy, pushing my toxic load deeper within the once virgin slut, relishing in the cum sloshing around his pulsating tool, all that cum was going to make him cum fast adding his negative seed to mine. Hearing Manuel rut in Dan’s gut, triggered my second load of the morning as I blasted Jon’s intestine with my toxic spunk. I pulled out of Jon and laid back on the bed, still rock hard but exhausted I pulled my two boys up to me and cuddled and kissed them both, while Manuel set to cleaning my slimy cock licking every drop of spunk and ass juice and blood off my ridged pillar. He then laid beside Jon and we cuddled and made out for a while. The sounds of men making out and caressing were the only sounds in the room, then Manuel got up and slid the CC onto my cock, lubed up his hole then sat down on my cock, you could see the pain in his eyes as he worked his ass raw up and down on the mesh sheath, he soon had the third load of the morning making its way out my piss slit and deep within his guts, all the while talking dirty on how he wanted my Poz load to infect him and the boys and that no matter which university the boys choose in this area I was going to be their Poz Daddy and he would rent a place for them and me to fuck our brains out whenever the need presented itself.
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*This is my first attempt at writing on this site, and work in progress. After years of wanking I figured I may as well be creative too. Any similarities to actual people or events is entirely fictional.* My name is Josh, and this is the story of how I became Pup Maximus: a journey I’d always been on the road towards it seems since I was first introduced to kink many years ago, and which culminated in an unforgettable night that changed my life. Growing up I’d always been fortunate to be in an understanding family. We ate reasonably healthy at most meals, playing outdoors with other children was encouraged, and a moderately physical regimen of soccer and cross country in high school and college meant as an adult I’d adopted a lean, muscular physique. At 24, I’d graduated late from the university with an engineering degree and started a new job, spending much of my free time at the gym keeping up old habits and slowly branching out socially at work and in the local gay scene. I was wrapping up my gym routine on a Tuesday afternoon after work, finishing a 4-mile run on the treadmill when my phone beeped through my headphones to indicate I’d received a new text message. As I stopped the machine and finished wiping it down, I opened my phone to read the message as I walked to the locker room to shower. My buddy Bryan, a fellow kinkster and pup had messaged me, there was going to be a pup party with several handlers and masters this Saturday – was I going? I felt a reflexive thickening in my workout shorts as I finished reading the message as my cock responded to the animal instincts my pup side loved to revel in. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I opened my locker and disrobed, grabbing my towel and headed for the shower, pausing as we all do to admire the work years of effort had wrought in the mirror. At 6 foot even, I was 185 lbs of lean muscle, my white skin saw the sun when I ran outside but little otherwise. Appreciably sized arms and shoulders gave way to a mostly firm chest covered in a soft layer of brown fur, which trailed down my abs towards my cock, which sat in stark contrast to my thick bush. My hazel eyes glanced at my scruffy face. In a weeks time it might be a more presentable beard, but for now it was that slightly scraggly in-between, I made a mental note to clean it up a bit before this weekend. Admiring my firm ass for a moment I reached down and gave my cock a playful tug, savoring the momentary absence of other men in the locker room to pleasure myself. As I pulled the foreskin back across the head of my cock I felt it began to thicken and swell in response, my limp 5 inch cock slowly beginning its journey to it’s full 7 and a half inch erect size. I stepped away from the mirror into the shower and stroked under the water for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations in the post endorphin high from working out, thinking on Bryan’s text message. All of Bryan’s pup events he attended were always fun, and I’d become more comfortable with each passing one with being a pup, losing myself in the escape of it all, that unbound freedom to just be who I really was without needing to meet any of societies choking expectations, just cavorting away with my fellow animal minded men, thrusting into and being thrust into with them. I finished my shower, toweling off carefully to avoid spurring a repeated erect amid the locker room’s attendees, and as I got dressed I messaged Bryan back - I was up for going. We exchanged a few other texts: time, place, gear, expectations. I spent much of the rest of the week preparing for the event, trimming down the forest of my pubes to something more presentable, and trimmed the slowly forming beard so that it was cleanly defined. Bryan’s instructions had mentioned that there were to be strict rules regarding play at the party, pups were expected to serve the master that chose them for play and were asked not to cum for as long as possible before arriving. By Saturday evening I had a steady stream of precum leaking from my cock as I laid out my clothing for the night: a black and red pup hood, matching colored harness, jockstrap, socks, and sneakers. Red was always a power color for me, one that matched my sexual energy and aggression, on both sides of the equation. Donning my gear I stared in the mirror at the otter pup before me and felt my cock start to rise in my jock, my precum staining the fabric. Doffing my hood, I placed it into a backpack and donned jeans and a light jacket over my gear, then packed a few bottles of water, lube, condoms, and fresh poppers in my bag. Taking a deep breath to calm excited nerves, I locked my apartment and went to meet up with Bryan and attend the nights festivities. A brief subway hop took me to Bryan’s apartment, where his smiling face greeted me at the door as we shared a brief kiss as hello. Bryan is kind of my opposite, 6’3”, bearded but otherwise hairless, honey-brown skin, and a whopping 225lbs last he’d checked of burgeoning muscle. Just watching him pick up a glass of water and hand it to me memorized my eyes by the play of muscle under the skin. “Oye, pay attention damnit.” He said, laughing as he waved the glass of water in front of my face. I laughed nervously, taking the glass from him and taking a drink to pause and collect my thoughts before apologizing. “Sorry man, but you know what it’s like when you’ve not gotten one off in a few days. Everything becomes distracting.” That elicited a laugh from him before he exited to the bedroom to get dressed for the evening. I followed, laying on the bed as he stripped and exposed his muscular ass to me and his limp, seven inch cut cock. My own member stirred in my jock as I remembered the first time I’d felt his full 9 inches burrow deep inside me, the first time I’d ever been barebacked as a pup. We’d become best friends it seemed like ever since. Finishing his own prep, Bryan was the green to my red, a color that while I had no affinity for, was nonetheless calming in it’s shade, helping make the giant man he was something less intimidating. He growled at me playfully, cock rising steadily, and I gave him a questioning look. “It’s been a few weeks Josh, let me help you warm up for the evening.” Bryan moved purposefully towards me, flipping me over onto my stomach and tossed me my hood from my bag. Putting it on as he pulled down my jeans, I took a hit of poppers from the bottle on his nightstand and sighed as the world outside fell away and only my inner animal was allowed to remain. His wet tongue was at my hole first, slowly probing the entrance to my love canal while his strong hands kneaded my furry buns. A minute of this had his spit dripping down my taint and onto my balls, soaking the fabric with more than just my precum. He withdrew behind me and stood up and I felt the hefty slap of his swollen manhood against my hole. While not as thick as I was, nine inches is nine inches, and he waited patiently as I took a double hit of poppers before feeling him begin to work his way inside me. Steady pressure at first, as my body and mind fought with each other until with a gasp and stretch, I felt him move inside me, the head of his raw cock pushing into my ass as it had so many times before. A low, animal whimper and moan escaped my mouth as he slowly sank his shaft into my hungry hole. I grunted at the initial discomfort as he pushed past my second ring and came home, resting deep inside me, with his balls against my hole. I could feel him throbbing, fighting back the urge to cum, and I squeezed my ass around his shaft playfully, knowing even still his precum was leaking into me. “Hey that’s no fair Josh, I can’t cum either yet damnit.” Bryan gave a few gentle thrusts back and forth before withdrawing, leaving my empty, but desperately hungry inside. I flipped over, looking again at him with questioning eyes. “Well if you can’t finish what you started then when start pressing my buttons ya beautiful mutt?” While expressions are hard to tell beyond the cock of a head in a hood, I could tell he was grinning slightly, which gave way to a sheepish smile as he took off and packed his hood. “Well I wanted to see how deeply you prepared for one…and I always love spending time in you. You know that Josh, right? Tonight we wont get to play together but I wanted to have just a taste anyway.” I pulled off my own hood, packing it away as I pulled my jeans up and gave him a kiss. We’d decided long ago that a relationship wasn’t for us, but we still had moments like these that always seemed to give us both an awkward pause. “Anyway” he continued, “my understanding is that Masters are going to pick pups for the evening. Are you excited?” “I am” I replied, “though I’d be lying if I wasn’t slightly hesitant about taking orders from someone I don’t know. Are they all new, or some regulars?” “A mix I think, I know Dan and Patrick will be there” he responded. Dan and Patrick were friends we’d know for 5 months, a couple that enjoyed playing with others in and out of kink, but always topped. As we locked up his apartment and set out for our destination for the evening, I shivered slightly from the low seventies temperature outside and the excitement within me. Another subway hop and a brief walk brought us to a dimly lit, four story townhouse in what looked to be a nicer neighborhood, which caused me to relax slightly. A knock on the door of the residence left us waiting a minute before the door opened, revealing what was undoubtedly a Master. Leather clad head to toe was a man of Bryan’s stature, with a sizable bulge resting in his crotch. Likely Italian or Greek descent I thought to myself, with thick fur poking out from the top of his shirt and melting into a well groomed but equally thick beard, and deep brown eyes. We checked in politely with him, Bryan offering our names to be checked off, before we were invited to proceed inside, with instructions to head to the first room and get prepared. We did as ordered, entering the front room with curtain drawn and only a few candles for illumination. We disrobed from out street wear, tossing them into our bags, and I put a bottle of poppers on a chain around my neck as we donned our hoods. Thus in uniform, we reemerged to the main hallway to find our door greet and presumed host waiting. After a nod of approval, he motioned us to follow, leading us upstairs to a large loft area with several other individuals already present. Couches had been arrayed to face a series of five standalone circular ottomans, with several other Masters and handlers on the couches facing three other pups on all fours. “Red, you take the one on the end, green, take the other one.” Our hosts voice was deep, calm, self-assured, and above all else, commanding. The kind of voice that you found yourself agreeing with unconsciously, that never needed to yell or shout to get it’s point across. By the time I realized I’d registered what he’d said, Bryan and I were on all fours, waiting patiently. Our host walked to the middle of the room, taking a moment to ensure all eyes and ears were focused on him before he spoke again. “I am Master Marcus. Welcome to my home handlers, fellow Masters and Sirs, and of course, precious pups. Tonight is a night of exploration, where we each find one another and test the limits of what we are capable of. Pups, all we ask is you trust your superiors, and to obey without question. If you cannot do that, I invite you to gather your things and to leave now.” A pause hung in the air, a formal not of finality. After a few second, it seemed to pass and looks of approval seemed to register within the faces on the couches. Master Marcus snapped a finger and a handler came over with a small basket, which he began foraging around in. After a moment, he withdrew a strip of paper and stared at me. “It seems my boy, you and I will have the pleasure of one another’s company tonight.” Inside my jock, my cock began to leak again.
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I stayed at a friend's place for a few days, but most of the time he was at work or away, so I ended-up spending my time chilling out or on Grindr. There were some fit dudes in the area, but from speaking with them I figured bareback was a 'no go'. I noticed a cute young white twink who was a little further away. His profile had bareback written all over it and he was desperate to get loaded up, anytime, anywhere and by anyone. Just from looking at the profile and his pics I knew he was going to be a sleazy bug chaser. So I contacted him, and early in our conversation I brought up the subject and soon after that he was begging to be converted with my strain, saying he was negative, (which I found hard to believe as he had talked about what a cum whore he was) and that he had been taking loads non stop over the last few years. Similarly he didn't quite believe that I was poz. As we continued exchanging messages, several times he verified (as best he could) that I was genuinely positive. I told him the truth, how I had been poz for the last five years and had never taken any meds, although I would need to start treatment fairly soon. Well, it was clear his hole was desperately hungry and twitching for my dick and poz seed, so I told him I would GUARANTEE his conversion if he was willing and understood the risks. Immediately he agreed as he was obsessed with prospects of obtaining my strain. (I made the guarantee knowing I've built up quite a toxic strain over the years, especially as I've traveled for work all over the globe, and I've fucked quite a few holes in different countries, although, truth be told, I've had more loads fucked into my ass overall. I'm a no-questions-asked type of guy when it comes to bottoming, although on BBRTS, I always tend to search for poz tops. Naturally neg tops don't do much for me, but perversely neg bottoms are.) We exchanges several more messages, and eventually he gave me his address. I instructed him to (i) leave the door on the latch, (ii) be on all fours, (iii) wearing his sluttiest jock strap and (iv) place a toothbrush on the bed. I was quite sure he knew exactly what I had planned for his juicy neg hole. It took about 20 minutes to get to his place. Pushing the front door open with ease, I stepped inside and closed it behind me. I reached up under my baseball cap and pulled down the black balaclava hidden beneath it. I walked the length of the ground floor apartment and found the door to the bedroom. On the bed was a smooth hole in the air in a well used cum/lube stained jockstrap and a brand new toothbrush placed just under the waistband. The cum dump had a lean build, appeared to be early to mid twenties, smooth all over with light brown/blond hair and a beefy ass. I unzipped my jeans, releasing my semi hard dick, walked towards the head of the bed, grabbed the cum dumps head and pulled it back, "Open your mouth, pig. The more spit on my dick means the easier it goes in your hole." Not only do I not believe in using rubbers. I also don't believe in using lube either, figuring the bottom doesn't deserve it! He opened his mouth wide, I rammed my dick straight in and as deep as I could. He gagged and recoiled but that just made my dick even harder. Next I ran my hand down his back and the tip of my finger circled his hole. It was nice and dry, I was glad the fucker hadn't pre-lubed before I got there. He continued to work his mouth around my shaft for several minutes, occasionally begging for my poz seed when he came up for air, pleading for it to be deposited deep inside his guts and not down his throat. I moved down and round to his ass, rubbing my sloppy dick over the hole, applying just enough pressure to tease the opening but not penetrate it. "What is it you want, pig?" "I NEED your toxic strain inside my ass, Sir." "Are you sure you want it? It's a really potent, unmedicated bug. It's the greatest gift you could ever hope to receive. But you know what? I'm not sure you really deserve it. But then, the risk and decision is solely yours. There won't be any opportunity to change your mind - once we get started." "I'm desperate for the bug, Sir. I've wanted it for such a long time. Rape your strain into my ass as roughly as you can. No pulling out, and no 'safe word'. As he commited himself, I felt his dick harden in excitement. "Good answer, fuck pig. First, however, I need to prep your hole. I'm gonna brush it so it's nice and bloody, and the strain definitely takes - and quickly. "Yes, Sir. Will it definitely take? You're definitely poz, right? I really hope you are!" "As I said before, pig, I am most definitely poz, and guarantee my strain will sero-convert you. If you still don't believe me, well, you will believe me in about a month. Just wait and see!" I slid the new toothbrush out from under the jock, running my thumb over the clean white dry bristles, rubbing the toothbrush gently over his hole for a few seconds, then grasped the handle firmly as if I were holding a knife, without warning and in one quick movement drove the toothbrush deep into his guts. The stupid fucker squirmed and let out a cry which he muffled by driving his head down into the pillow. I started out with a gentle sawing motion inside his hole, applying more and more pressure, then reverting to a gentle brush, seeing just how much he could take. The more he squirmed the harder my dick got. I withdrew the brush and found it covered in a little blood, I pulled his head back, lifted the blindfold he was wearing off for a second and showed the dumb twink the bloody toothbrush before reinserting it. I continued with the previous brushing method, then started to rotate the brush 360 degrees. Now that was painful, it was clear to see from his muffled screams. My dick was throbbing by that point and dripping with pre-cum. It was time to fuck. It was time for his conversion. I pulled the brush out of his ass as roughly as I could. The bristles were now covered with a large amount of bright red blood. His hole was more than ready! "It burns. It feels like my hole's on fire, Sir." I positioned my dick over the now bloody hole and slid in slowly, I wanted to savour every minute. The blood, earlier spit and pre-cum helped lube my entry. He let out a low moan as each inch passed through his ring. His hole grasped tightly around my shaft and I started to jack hammer his ring, pounding my meat as deeply and roughly as I could. The entire time he begged for my poz jizz. After approximately 15 minutes of continuous fucking, as the sweat dripped from my body and as his blood seeped from his hole, I was ready to shoot my load. "Here it comes, pig. You ready for it? My nasty toxic bug. My pure, potent strain of poz cum. Beg me for it! Beg me, pig! Be the stupid fucker who begged to get pozzed-up." "Please, Sir, poz my hole, I beg you! Convert me! I want your DNA inside of my ass - to be a part of me forever. You will own me, but your seed will destroy my hole." With that my cock pulsed several times, I began grunting and spewed out my three-day load, completely emptying my nuts into the pig's guts. As the last spurts drained into his body, I collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. Then, whispering into his ear I said "Welcome to the club, AIDS pig. You are now completely fucked. I've just give you one of the nastiest strains of HIV on the planet. You dumb fuckin' whole. I know you're going to come to regret taking my load." I pulled my meat out and wiped my bloody shaft on his bed sheets, cleaned up and was out of there within a few minutes. Later that evening, of course, he messaged me on Grindr thanking me for his conversion. I sensed that he still doubted my status. I told him I wanted to hear from him as soon as he started to get sick with the fuck flu. A few weeks passed and I dropped him a message on Grindr. He answered saying he felt unwell, and suspected it was the fuck flu. My dick hardened and I gloated that I had guaranteed his conversion, and his doubts aside, I was a man of my word. He continued to thank me for my strain, apologising for his initial doubts and how he was hungry for more strains. Another week went by and he hadn't replied to my most recent messages, but I honestly didn't think much about him. Then a week after that he contacted me, telling me that he was so weak from my strain he had had to spend the remainder of his fuck flu in hospital, on an IV drip! When I read as much I instantly got a boner. After all, I suppose if you're going to do a job then you have to do it well, and his this case I did it extremely well. He's a lucky pig to get such a potent strain and he knows it. He tells me that he's started to fuck as many twinks as he can find... apparently good news isn't the only thing to spread fast
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NOTE: These events are purely fictional and more parts will be added over time as well as making edits when needed. Part 1: Hook Line and Sinker I’d only just joined Breeding Zone, but within a few minutes I was contacted by a random guy going by the name of MikeBBTop. His pics looked hot, looking early to mid-30’s with a well-kept body which was slightly toned. I eagerly searched through his pics for a cock pic and there it was a gorgeous thing to see, sitting erect it had to be about 7” with a bit of girth to it (I’ve never been much of a size queen). I examined the pic closely to help me imagine what it would be like, staring closely I notice that just above his cock he has some kind of tattoo, but it’s covered by his hand. I eagerly responded to his message: Hey, I love your pics and I find your star tattoo appealing. I didn’t have to wait too long for his reply Hello willing hole and thanks I like my tattoo as well, by the way you can call me Mike. After a while he asked how dedicated I was to bareback, I confessed that “I want… No, I need to bareback and that I desire nothing more than to be fucked bareback”. He seemed greatly appeased by this news and instantly offered me an invite to his next bareback party. I eagerly accepted the thought of being fucked bare overtaking my every thought. Though this quickly ended when he sent me an invite pack with a cover letter which read: You have hereby accepted your invitation to be a designated no loads refused cum dump at our annual bareback party on Friday the 23rd February 2018 to 25th February 2018. Just reading the letter was enough to make my cock rock solid and my hole ravenous for a cock and its load. The pack also asked for stats, pics, fantasies and my most recent test results, which prompted me to ask “are all the guys tested?” Mike replied immediately “Yes, they’ve all been tested prior to today”. After hearing that I filled out the pack and sent it back as fast as I could type. Days past, the anticipation of what is to come only got more and more unbearable. In my eagerness I started practicing with my plugs to make sure my hole could take every cock that was offered and wanted to fuck and breed my hole. But now I’m here standing out front of the house on the 25th my hole un touched for a couple days to ensure the first few cocks get a nice tight hole. I reached out my heart beating faster and louder the closer I came to pushing the bell until I felt like my heart stopped, The bell was pressed the point of no return has been reached. The thought of the meal of cocks and loads my hole was going to get made it quiver with anticipation while my mouth drooled at the thought of tasting them...
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Hey All, As some of you may know (if you read my previous post) i was looking for the best destinations for a family holiday - by best i mean the place that has a lot of gay sex going on (e.g. Berlin). I was browsing the BBRT of a few countries and stumbled upon a profile for a Top in Canada and he is perfect - Black, 6'2", 190LBS (Muscle), 9.5 Inch Uncut Cock but one problem, He is Poz and NEVER uses a condom. Don't get me wrong i have nothing against Poz people but i'm not looking to get HIV any time soon. I was thinking about getting onto PrEP before i visit Canada but was wondering if it is effective enough for me not to catch anything. I will be taking a lot more than 1 Load - i'll be taking loads until he starts having dry orgasms (his words - not mine), and he also is into piss play (urinating in my ass - what would the HIV risk be from this?). I'd like to hear your opinions on if it is worth the risk and also some advice if you have any. Thanks, Dylan x
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I sat in the car, staring at the old brick toilet behind the trees. It was dark, and the building was barely visible in the gloom. The doorway was a black square, black as the entrance to hell itself, and as I watched, two or three figures slid out of the trees and into that dark entrance. The wind rustled the leaves, but it was warm and sticky like before a storm and I felt sweat prickle my forehead. So it had come to this: waiting outside a sleazy toilet, trying to decide on my fate. Everyone knew about this place, the sleazy trolls, the old, the ugly, the diseased, went there because they couldn't get it anywhere else. And yet, and yet, here I was gnawing a fingernail and shivering with fear and excitement. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. There was no one else around. I still had time to leave, but instead, I locked the car and crossed the car park to the tree line where I felt less exposed, and stared at the doorway again, but still no one entered or left. At last, I made up my mind and stepped into the darkness. Inside, it was smaller than I'd expected and smelled strongly of piss and body odour. I couldn't see, but I felt bodies crammed into the small space and heard the unmistakable sounds of men having sex. My heart was in my mouth. I didn't know what to do. Then eager hands tugged at my belt and zipper as unseen lips pressed against mine. His breath smelled of tobacco but the sheer filthiness of kissing a man I couldn't see in a place like that overwhelmed me.
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The door was unlocked when I pushed it open, just as he had said it would be. I stepped inside, locked the door behind myself, and took a quick glance around: the apartment was small and cheap but clean, and the lighting was dim. "In here," a voice called from a doorway and I followed it to the man's bedroom. There was barely enough light leaking in from the curtained window to see the guy I'd come to fuck. Even in the dim light I could see he was chubby, his ass on display as he lay ass up and face down on the edge of his bed naked except for a blindfold around his eyes. We'd met on Grindr and he had quickly invited me over to fuck him anon. As I let my jeans and boxers drop he looked back even though he couldn't see, his wide pale ass shaking enticingly as his thick cock drooped underneath him. I could smell the body wash on him, his hair still wet from a fresh shower as I knelt down behind him. Giving his fat ass a spank that makes it jiggle he let out a gasp then a low groan as I spread his cheeks to expose his pink hole. Wasting no time, I dove in, tongue lashing at the pucker as I slobbered and sucked his hole making him moan like a bitch. Already he started to rock against my face as I ate him out, my tongue prodding his asshole to taste him and get him ready for my cock that was already growing hard and dripping. He clutched at the bedsheets as he shook from the pleasure, the sounds of my ravenous rimming and his moans filling the air. Reaching between his thick thighs I found his cock hard and throbbing as it leaked precum, giving it a few strokes that made him whimper and moan out. Pulling back I worked a single thick finger into his loosened, slick hole and rubbed against his prostate making his cock lurch in my hand. The chubby faggots hole clenched around my fingers as I added a second, working him open and stroking his prostate to really get him dripping in my grasp. Grinning as he moaned like a needy whore I asked, "Ready to get fucked faggot?" My dick throbbed as he groaned out against the bed before turning his head to gasp out, "Yes, fuck me," he pleaded. I wasn't going to wait. Giving his cock and prostate a few strokes for good measure, I stood up and pressed the broad tip of my uncut cock against his spit-slicked pucker, which I prodded, teasing him, just to hear him moan. I was just about to thrust into him when he seemed to remember something and reached back to place his hand on my hip, "Wait!" he pointed at his nightstand where a few condom packages and a bottle of lube sat, "Gotta use a condom," he warned. I was ready to just force my dick into him right then even if I had to hold him down and rape him but I just grunted in disappointment as I reached out and took a condom and the bottle. Ripping open the wrapper I regretfully rolled the rubber across my cock. Popping the cap on the lube I slathered up my covered dick then poured a generous amount right onto his hole. Without bothering to work it into his asshole I lined up with it and pushed hard to make up for lost time with that unfortunate distraction. The chub let out a pained yelp and collapsed on his wide belly as several rough thrusts let me rest balls-deep in his tight ass. Laying myself on top of him I pinned him against the bed as I rotated my hips, savoring how his hole clenched at my cock as I stirred his insides, growling in his ear, "Hope you have thick walls, fag. Neighbors gonna hear you." His only response was to squirm underneath me. Drawing my hips back until only the fat crown of my cock remained in him I dropped back down, hilting myself in one rough thrust that knocked the air out of him mid-moan. With my weight holding him down all he could do was spread his legs even wider as I started to bounce off his ass, my fat cock plowing his hole with wet slapping sounds when my fat nuts clapped off his hairless pair. With my fingers grabbing him by the back of he neck I pounded him hard and fast, the chubby slut moaning out while starting to clench his hole around my cock with each pull out before thrusting back in. The bed had started to bang against the wall, letting his neighbors know without a doubt that someone was getting thoroughly fucked. Yet as I relished his whimpers and needy groans the feeling of the condom wrapped around me kept me from fully enjoying it. Propping myself up on my elbow I looked down to where my condom covered cock was pummeling his hole and the sight of the dark image of a biohazard tattoo on my hip making up my mind as I readied myself to rip the rubber off and really enjoy myself.
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Part 1; I got to speaking with this cute 24 year old on Recon. My profile stipulates safe sex as; 'Never', and in my text it says I never use condoms, and that I only do RAW. This subject was never touched upon. He had for a very long time been fascinated by the world of Bondage, and Fetish in general, and apparently had not had any experience with it at all. I had arranged for him to come to my place, where he would let himself into my porch, strip naked, put on the Jock-strap that I would hang out for him, turn the lock on my front door, then kneel facing it with his eyes shut. I told him I would hear the lock click down, and that was his signal to me that he had now officially surrendered all control to me. In our messaging online I informed him that at this point I would be putting a collar and leash on him, would be blind-folding him, and would be putting fist Mitts on his hands, so he'd lose control, and walk like a pup. My entry phone buzzed ... 'Hello boy' 'Hello Sir' 'Are you sure you are ready?' 'Yes Sir. Very nervous, but ready' 'Then come in' I left my front door ajar, and heard him come in and close it. I heard him shuffling as he stripped and put on the Jock-strap. I then heard the lock click. Fuck yeah. That cunt is now mine! I fetched his blindfold, collar, leash, and fist mitts, and opened the door. WOW, his cute little round ASS that arched out prominently from his lower back was completely irresistible. If I saw him in a club I'd be on a mission to get what I wanted, but here, submitted to me on a silver platter, no effort required! I put the blindfold on, then the fist mitts, then the collar and leash. I knelt down behind him, put my hands between his ASS cheeks and the straps to the Jock-strap. He let out a whimper, and he started to shake. I groped and squeezed his buttocks whilst also running my hands up and down his upper thighs. He continued to tremble. 'STOP trembling' No sooner had I commanded him to stop, he did. I got him to stand up, where I then attached knee pads to his knees, and ordered him to again get on all 4s. I lead my new pup to the bedroom and stood us in front of my full length mirror. I pushed hard above his ASS, as to force him into the pup sitting position ... 'SIT ... SIT ... Good boy, there's a good boy' ... I stroked his hair, as he seemed pleased with himself. I lit up a Cigar, and smoked as I admired the contrast of Master and his pup. He, naked except his Jock-strap, and accessories, and I, wearing a Harness, Leather chaps (no underwear), knee length boots, and a military leather cap. It all looked so sexy. BUT, then, disobedience of inexperience kicked in ... 'What are we doing?' 'Did I say you could speak' I barked! ... 'You will only speak when spoken to. And as I told you time and time again online, you always address me as Sir, which you just failed to do, disobeying your Master. Get on all 4's, pig' 'Sorry Sir. I guess I have a lot to learn' I got the Leather Paddle, and commenced flogging both ASS cheeks ... 'Yes, you have MUCH to learn boy, and tonight you'll be learning some very big lessons' He then pissed himself. Thankfully my bedroom floor is floorboards, and not carpeted! ********** Part 2 to follow;
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Part 1: Strict Upbringing All my life I grew up Catholic. It’s all I knew. My parents had me in church every time the door was opened. I even attended a catholic school. We were surrounded by other Catholics like my parents. My friends had to be like minded. Going outside to play with others was closely monitored as well. Honestly school wasn’t bad. Father Frances was in charge and he was actually pretty cool. I would often help out around the church just so I didn’t have to be around my parents. As I grew older I started realizing I was gay. Being Catholic I was told it was wrong and gay people were an abomination of God. Feeling scared that I didn’t want to burn in hell I sought the advice of Father Frances. He was very understanding and said that as I got older the feeling would go away. But it didn’t. It got stronger. At 18 finally I knew I had to do something about the urges I was feeling. Again I sought out Father Frances and he led me into his office to talk. As I sat down I began to cry because I was scared of going to hell. Father Frances helped calm me down and asked me to describe my fantasies in detail. I told him that I wanted to suck off several men at one time while another man forced himself into my butt. I wanted nothing more than to serve men and their needs with no regard for my penis. I wanted the man who took my virginity to hold power over me and to own me. In honesty I looked at Father Frances and told him I wanted to serve him. Now Father Frances is around 45 with jet black hair. He stands about 6’6” and weighs around 225. I on the other hand stand maybe 5’3” and weight 110 pounds. My penis is very small and has no thickness whatsoever. I measured myself hard one time and I was barely 2 inches hard. Father Frances looked at me with a grin and then walked over to me. He told me to remove my clothes and then remove his. As soon as I got his underwear off I was hit in the face a nice thick probably 10 inch cock that looked angry. Nice mushroom head that was already leaking precum. He told me that I must seek atonement for my sins. I begged him for absolute atonement as he slid his cock down my throat. I actually took him rather easily and realized I didn’t have a gag reflex. So Father Frances slowly fucked my mouth with his huge cock. After a while he took his cock out of my mouth and had me bend over his desk. As I had my ass in the air I begged Father Frances for forgiveness for my sins. I was willing to do whatever it took for my atonement. Father Frances grabbed my underwear and stuffed them into my mouth. He then grabbed my hips, lined his cock up with my hole, and rammed his huge cock inside my ass with one quick thrust. It hurt like a son of a bitch and I started crying. He bent forward and whispered in my ear that he was HIV POSITIVE and and he wanted to help me with my atonement. He asked me if I knew about HIV and I nodded my head yes. Him talking actually made me forget about the pain in my ass. He asked me if I still wanted him to breed me with his PIZ load and I nodded yes in approval. He slowly started fucking me just a little at first until I was loose enough for him to pick up the pace. He told me as he fucked me that being a gay bottom I would need forgiveness on a regular basis. Whenever he demanded my presence I was to show up without question. I nodded yes and him telling me that and my penis started squirting cum. My hole tightened around Father Frances’ cock and he shot what seemed like a gallon of cum in my ass. Once he finished he pulled out and forced me to my knees to clean his cock. But first I had to ask him to forgive me of my sins. I did notice that blood on his cock so I knew it was only a matter of time before I was poz. After I finished asking Father Frances for forgiveness he slid his cock in my mouth and fucked my mouth to help clean his cock. He must have face fucked me for over an hour before he said he was going to cum down my throat. I was grateful because my throat had become numb at this point. He shot several thick loads down my throat which actually helped with my soreness. Before pulling out he started pissing down my throat which caught me off guard. I swallowed as much as I could and one he finished he got up and put his clothes back on. I started to do the same but he stopped me. He told me to get back on my knees and wait. He left the office and appeared several minutes later with another member of the church. Father Frances introduced me as the church whore and I needed a lot of forgiveness for all the sins I was about to commit. I got so turned on that I kissed Father Frances’ feet and said thank you Father. He patted me on my head and I began my forbidden journey into the world of sin with the help of Father Frances.
