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Still a little new to all of this, so sorry if the story sucks. But its something I fantasize about so here it is. Cole had a very high sex drive and was usually a top. He is also very inexperenced when it comes to sex as he has only had sex with his boyfriend. This day how ever his boyfriend was in a rush and wanted to have a quickie with Cole on bottom. He quickly slid in using only spit and came deep inside of Cole very fast loading him up, giving him a kiss, and walking out the door. Cole was not satisfied at all by this. He was still feeling extremely horny. So he decided to be a little adventurous and checked around online for hookup sites. Eventually, he discovered that Craigslist has ads for just that and found one of a bottom cumdump listing a blackroom - just walk in, dump a load, and leave. This turned Cole on big time so he messaged and got the address. This of course being his first time with another person, he grabbed some condoms and headed over. When he got there he was extremely nervous but even more horny. He walked in the door and was surprised to see a few guys already pounding the bottom. This turned him on more than he had ever been. He dropped his pants and put his condom on excited for his turn. After a few grunts and hearing the current top saying to take his load Cole quickly moved into position cutting in line though he didnt realize it. He lined up and went in all in one thrust. He was surprised how easy it was and how slick the bottom was. He was loving every second and got so into it that he bent over wraping his arms around the bottom pounding harder and harder. Unfortunately he didn't notice this revealed his boyfriends cum which was now leaking out of his hole. The other tops didn't either that is until another guy walked in and light filled the room for a brief second. The man next in line just so happen to see so he decided since it should have been his turn now anyways he was gonna get his load into someone. He lined up his precum-covered cock to Cole’s hole and during Cole's outward thrust pushed the head straight in with nothing but cum as lube. This surprised Cole and brought him back to reality. "Hey I'm not a bottom - top only man," Cole said. "Okay okay! I'm just trying to stay hard and since you cut me in line. I figured its only right." "No man, I'm sorry im not a bottom." "Well what if I just use the tip until your done?" Cole thought for a second and agreed but only if he wore a condom and went back to fucking the bottom. The guy walked over to grab a condom when the newest guy whispered, "Who does that prick think he is cutting and then giving demands? Here just open the rubber and pretend to put it on he wont notice." So the guy did just that which made him leak a shit ton of precum which he used as more lube and poked his tip back into Cole's ass. He let out a moan as Cole worked the bottoms hole and his raw cock head. After about 5 min of this the guy couldn't take it anymore and started pushing deeper. When Cole tried to stop him the second guy grabed him from the side holding him down and covering his mouth. "He isnt going anywhere. Load the bitch up!" "Oh hell yeah," the guy said and went balls deep forcing Cole to let out a muffled screem as he came from the excitment tensing his ass and filling his condom. This only made his rapist fuck even harder "Fuck yeah, I'm about to cum and add to your already filled hole! Fuck yeah, dont think I don't know you’re cock slut. Let me give you what all cock sluts want - my charged up load! Here you go! Ahhhhh fuck yeah, take my seed!" And with that he pulled out. The second guy let go of Cole "Dude, what the fuck? I told you I didn't want to bottom," Cole started to yell at the first guy. The bottom who was turned on with a raging hard on flipped over to see what was going on. The second guy grabbed Cole and shoved his face into the bottoms crotch. "Shut up and suck that dick, cock slut! We aren’t done yet. There's still more guys to satisfy! Im about to show you how a real man fucks!" He shoved his full thick raw 8 inches balls deep in one thrust. "We’re gonna turn you into a real cumdump"
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I live in the Bay Area. Any tops out there that are ok with fucking a negative chubby bottom. I don’t mind a one on one hookup but I would love a gangbang. I’m pretty new to San Francisco Bay Area. It will be better if u can host or we could meet at steamworks your choice or we can go to a hotel with some planning
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Hi, I'm looking for a regular dom top, preferably TV or CD who wants to own and dominate a sissy slave for giving regular no holds bared bareback and creampie sessions. Must be willing to commit, prove they are neg for everything and be a sensible distance from Cardiff in south Wales. Please let me know if are interested and contact me here, on tvchix, on imagefap, on fabguys or xhamster as I go by anarko99 with all of these sites. Xxxxxx
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Found this story on an obscure site that purported to have been saved from the old bug-share site. The more i've read and re-read this, and comparing it to another story here about an Old Troll that also touched something deep inside me, i wanted/needed to share this and express how much i feel that i would love to find myself in this scenario, and would be doing the same thing: submitting myself to these men and to become United as One with them, to have their DNA blend with mine and so they could live on in me. AIDS LOVE STORY I hit the baths Monday night and things were really dead. I counted a mere eight cars in the lot. I had the good fortune to find an old compadre lying in the Sling. He's POZ. In fact, he has full blown AIDS. What with the cost of Meds and the precariousness of his health, he only ventures out maybe once a month when he feels at his peak. He's extremely wasted and effeminate—a real mincing queen, but very gentle. I once observed him comfort a drunken boy who'd just been dumped by his Boyfriend. I watched as they embraced and he wiped his tears away. At that time I still didn't know his name, for all the years I'd seen him around. I guess that's true of many of my casual acquaintances. Most of the guys avoided him like the plague. They bitched and moaned about him almost to his face. Yet I never heard him rebuke any of those Screaming Queens. I know I wouldn't have been so kind. He climbed in the Sling—his Cock and lumpy Ass on display and up for grabs. I pictured myself kneeling down to lick his Hole, my Dick sliding in his Cunt. Yeah, I had a secret passion for the guy. How gladly would I have drunk his piss and eaten his shit to fuck his bony Ass. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. But not just yet. I didn't want an audience in case the guys freaked out (as I was pretty sure they would) and ostracized me as well as him. It was cowardice on my part, simply put. How I despised my wimpishness. I was drowning in my own timidity. Reluctantly acknowledging there was no white knight in shining armor cuming to ride his haggard Ass, he knotted his ragged towel about his meager waist and smiled at me and everyone as he pranced past. I decide to fraternize with the boys and listen to them bitch and moan about the dude. Cowed by my cravenness, I didn't say a word in his defense. Still I was beguiled by his she-male thing, the AIDS thing, the hole ball of wax. It made him seem so vulnerable and impotent—though impotent was hardly the proper term. But the character assassination never ceased, and it was not my part to remonstrate. Before checking out, I searched the Maze for him. He was lying on a leather bench. I wasn't sure if he were asleep or waiting for his paladin. I couldn't deny I admired the man. It took guts to cum here and put up with all the crap. I stopped and listened. I could hear the sibilant sing-song of his wizened nasal passages. Otherwise, it was deathly silent in the Maze. We were alone. What could it hurt? Why not? Despite the harangue, we were still two human beings in need. Before I knew it I was beside him on the bench. I ran my hand over his thin body, down his scrawny back, over his bony Ass, and onto his emaciated thighs and twiggy legs. His skin felt more infantile than masculine. In the darkened room. He squinted, "Hi." "I'm John." "I know. I'm James. I was getting vibes from you before." "Good or bad?" "The best." He drew up to kiss me. I pinned him down and frenched his teeth and gums—a warm, deep-throated, passionate exchange presaging things to cum. Our souls bared, our raw pent-up emotions boiled over. I went on auto pilot, as my years as a Top ensured. No, I was not ashamed I craved his disease-ridden, effeminate Gay Ass. We kissed. I tweaked his Nips. I sucked his spongy Dick till it grew tall and proud. I licked his hairy Balls, savoring even the random, cloying strays I extracted off my tongue. My hormones raged. I nudged him over so I could rim his Ass. I smelled the remnants of a recent bout of diarrhea and plunged on in. The Queer began to whimper which only served to whet my appetite. I rimmed him deeper, straining to please and compensate for all the undeserved ill-will. "I'd love to fuck you." "I'm full blown POZ." "I think I know what POZ is all about." It was then or never. "Might be better in my room. More privacy" I squeezed his knobby hand and pulled him to his feet. Fleetingly we kissed again before I led him up the stairs and down the hall, past the TV Room where the guys were prone to congregate. But, like I say, it was a quiet Monday night, and the TV set was off. No witness saw us traverse the halls, which was just as well—for I wasn't yet prepared to deal with the ostracism about to come my way. The vicious catcalls already reverberated in my ears. You that hard up? You have to fuck that Sicko Queen? I never once released his hand. It was like I was emboldened by his unassuming feminine mystique. I felt the certitude of one who's finally met his match, the paramour who was destined to become my live-in mate for the few years we had left.
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So guys..... who’s going this year? It’s my first time in Berlin ever.... hoping to take at least 10 loads a night and give out a good 5-6. I reckon Berlin is the place for that to happen isn’t it! im staying at the Novum City Centrum (pretty close to the action in Shoneberg) in a nice big triple room. I wouldn’t ever say no to a top or 3 or 7 coming to load me whilst im there hah. Comment if you’re going and we’ll arrange a BZ group to swap as many loads as we can somewhere ? -
Heading to Vegas on Sunday the 10th and staying until early afternoon on the 12th. Looking for locals and visitors looking to dump a load. All loads accepted. Staying at Days Inn behind NYNY. I will message with room number when I check in. Anon preferred and will bring blindfold to use if requested.
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The story below is the first part of "Sex Pig Diaries" which I have found in an email from a Yahoo Group which no longer exists. I didn't write this, but it is of a standard that deserves to be shared again. Enjoy!..... The story recounts my raw adventures with cum pigs and poz guys. Note that this is not a complete list, just some notable highlights. CJ: My First Poz Load The first poz load I took was way back in the mid-1980s. At that time AIDS was getting a lot of attention from the press, but unless you lived in NYC, San Francisco, or Los Angeles it was still a remote thing to most gay men. However, within the next year or two everything >would change. The guys name was CJ. He was a work friend and occasional fuck buddy of my lover at the time, David. I remember when I first met CJ I thought he was just the hottest thing I'd ever seen. He was good looking, well proportioned, sweet natured, had an ass like an inverted valentine, and... according to Dave...was totally humpy guy in bed. Actually, CJ was the human equivalent of a golden retriever, fun loving, always happy, and not too picky about what lap he jumped into. He was also my first bear chaser though the terms did not really exist then. So eventually CJ got around to me. I remember when he first kissed me, it felt like I was melting and I swear to God I felt my knees buckle. Now I had always enjoyed kissing, but it was not until that time that I realized the movie caliber kisses actually did exist. After that we played around a bit, but jealousy on my partner's part and envy on mine made it problematic. So I sort of dismissed CJ and filed him under the category "David's Friend" and didn't think much more of it. Then one Saturday day CJ called. Dave was at his photography class and was planning to meet CJ afterwards for some lunch. CJ wondered if I'd like to join them. I thought I really shouldn't given the tension CJ generally caused between Dave and myself, but it was one of those sparkling Spring days and I wanted to get out of the house. So CJ said he would drop by on his way to meet Dave. I didn't think much about the arrangement, that's until CJ showed up about half an hour early and basically jumped me. The first thing we did was make out like crazed teenagers. Again, this was movie stuff...hot and consuming...and at some point our clothes came off. Next think I know, CJ lifts my legs and is eating the beejesus out of my ass. This was new to me. I had eaten butt a number of times and quite liked it, but no one had ever rimmed me before. CJ suddenly stoped his ministrations and pressed his nice sized and uncut cock to my hole. I knew what was going to happen and I was a bit reluctant...not because any thoughts of AIDS, but because I was still ambivalent about getting fucked. It had happened a few times with my partner and some other guys and sometimes it was great and sometimes it was not. Well CJ slipped it into me and I discovered the wonders of getting fucked by an uncut cock. Thanks to his spit, foreskin, and a decent taper, he entered with little friction and for the first time I felt stuffed instead of in pain. I think I became a confirmed pig bottom at that moment, not that I don't top on occasion. It was simply amazing. It was so primal and when I felt and tasted the sweat pouring off of CJ my head went to that other place that only a good, sound fucking can take it. The next thing I know, CJ clamped his mouth onto mine, groaned under his breath, and unloaded in me. Well, we ended up meeting Dave only a few minutes late and proceeded to have a nice afternoon together. We ended up at a local mall and I remember walking around feeling slightly bow legged and CJs load gradually leak out of me. Still, when I got home a few hours later and used the can, I noted there was still quite a bit of cum in me. I guess it was about six months later that CJ discovered he was HIV positive. He told us because my partner was in the hospital and CJ was concerned it was because he infected him. Dave's problem was actually a heart valve infection and through the course of diagnosis it was discovered that he was still negative. However, I did need to get tested. I was petrified, but not because I thought CJ infected me or that I regretted what I did. I was going though a lot then with Dave's illness and I just remember feeling beleaguered by this new responsibility. And remember, this was when it took weeks to get test results back, so between that and Dave's illness and eventual open heart surgery I was sick with worry. I remember at one point taking one of Dave's valiums and sitting there and wondering "Ok, am I ever going to relax?" Turns out I am resistant to valium. Things eventually quieted down and even though CJ was poz, we both still played with him on occasion...though always safely. However, ever time CJ fucked me, part of me wanted him to remove that rubber and fuck me like he did on that brilliant Spring day. A few years later, I found out he probably would have when it was discovered he had barebacked a few acquaintances of ours. To this day, I don't know if he was trying to infect these people or just denying his own condition. Anyway, all turned out still negative. In fact, I know of no one ever CJ infected.
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I will be in Vegas for a week and looking to take cock and get my pig hole loaded. I can host at my hotel on the strip for anon fuck and go. I would love to find some local poz toxic guys to dump a few loads in my neg hole.
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Several months ago, I posted a thread in the General Discussion section in which I shared some of the internal tension that I had been experiencing. On the one hand, I had (and still do have) a strong desire to go to graduate school and pursue academics. On the other hand, I am extremely slutty, and the riskier the sex, the more that I enjoyed it. There were some very thoughtful responses, contributions, and input from many of you, and as a consequence I decided to begin PrEP. This post is an update... I started taking PrEP, and all was going well for the first month or two. I was having sex as usual and getting bred as much as I could. The more that time went by though, the more dissatisfied with the sex I became. The sex just didn't seem to excite me in the same way that it had used to (even though I was more or less having the same amount of sex as I had been before). It just seems as though there is something about very risky sex that energizes me in a way that I can't really explain (and maybe don't really understand either). I had been feeling that way for the past several months, thinking that the feeling may just go away - but it didn't. Basically, I've decided to stop taking my PrEP now (in reality I stopped taking it a few days ago). The sex that I had since stopping was fantastic, and I just feel amazing after. I know that what I am doing is extremely risky, but it is beginning to look like I need that sort of risk to feel fulfilled and satisfied. While it will probably sound silly, I do a substantial amount of demanding work which can be quite stressful; the risky sex that I have been engaged in has always been a source of release for all that tension and stress, and I was not able to find an outlet for it while on PrEP. Essentially, I think part of the secret to my success academically has actually been my risky, slutty sex life - and I think I need to embrace it. So, again, I've stopped taking my PrEP now and honestly I have to admit I'm a lot happier because of it. I guess, part of me still wants to know what you all think though: am I being ridiculous, or selfish? Can any of you think of any alternative explanations, or maybe other outlets? I'd honestly appreciate your input again, as I really appreciated it earlier when I was struggling with all this.
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looking for a top that needs a cumslave. you can host me and use me as you see fit. will take any and all loads of cum and piss. you can whore me out to any filthy tops u want. can flip but do not often top. toxic poz wasting preferred.
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“Pretty up north, there’s an industrial city. Most factories are closed now, its often so cold up there that if you wanna cruise there is only one place you can go, the Sewer Sauna. Its probably one of the biggest sauna of the state, open 24/7, dirty and smelly and pretty much past its glory. It has one of the biggest dark room youll ever find and in that dark room there’s a guy named the Poz Throll. He almost never show up in the light, legends says he’s aids is so advanced he looks like a crossing between a zombie and, as he’s name implies, a throll. He only stays in the dark room where he can breed without been seen and only enters other rooms to breed guys that are unconscious or too drunk to see and resist him. One of this guys I met at the aids research centre said to have talked to him. He told me bout fainting in one of those private rooms and waking up to the throll breeding him. When the throll realised he was awake he was ready to run away back to the safety of the dark room, but my friend, like the disgusting toxic dumpster he is, told him to finish he’s job. After my friend got he’s highly toxic aids shot, they started to talk and the Throll told him he’s story. Now I don’t claim this story is real, its maybe more urban legend than anithing, but I think its worth some of your time, so seat down, finish your drink and listen.. I know what your thinking. How can somethign so sick and ghostly ever been something more than a toxic piece of meat. Believe it or now, I’m only 38 and I used to be pretty differen from how you see me now. My name was doctor Peter Mahindra and I used to work at the Saint Ophelia’s University Sexual Health Clinic. I was working there while finishing my research at the university, studying the diffusion of STDs. I had my hands full and had a very limited social life. I knew since my first breath I was gay, there was no denying that, but I grew up in a conservative family with a hypochondriac mother. I grew up with the fear of sicknesses, especially AIDS. Its funny I would end up studying the thing that scared me the most and eventually work with people who where positive. I rarely had sex, always pretended to see the HIV exams from my partner and used condoms. I was a bottom back than. I had a very reserved and I’d say boring sex life. The only concession I gave myself was wearing my pink electric jock strap from time to time to work. I only did it to have the illusion of being a young attractive bottom... but that was the most extreme thing I ever did... wear a jock strap to work.... a jock strap no one had seen... or at least that I thought. It was around the second year of my work there that I came in for my morning shift and he was there. A man on he’s 40’s, tall bald white with cold blue eyes... I’d say sort of slightly muscular yet thin... he stand out from the rest of the patients awaiting their exams from he’s clothes. Extremely long leather boots with red laces, rubber shiny pants with some red details, an old school leather jacket with a skull and biohazard symbol in the back and leather fingerless gloves. He looked like someone who slitted troths to make a living. I felt treathned by him and he must have sensed that, I could feel those cold blue eyes over my body, examining me... I had the feeling he could tell I was wearing a jock and had... perverted desires hidden in my head. I entered my examination room and hoped I would not have to deal with him... until eventually I called a name, Markus, and he appeared. He entered the room and set there, looking at me as a murder looks at he’s next victim... he’s eyes red with bloody veins yet so cold and dead with those blue piercing stones... “My name is Peter, What can I do for you Markus?” “I need a full screan” “Did you where exposed to STD’s?” “Yes” “When?” “Several times since my last visit to a clinic... had a lot of cunts offering me their holes doc” I tried not to pay attention tho those words.... it was clear he just wanted to provoke me “How If I may ask?” “I topped bareback several dozens of boys, some of them seemed pretty sick”. “Any symptoms?” “Yes, several” “Are you HIV positive?” Markus grined... he knew the answer obviously... I could tell. “I’m here to find out doctor... Peter.” I nodded and proceeded to let him take off he’s jacket. He was wearing a sleeveless black tank top. I could see he’s dry skin covering a muscular vascular yet sort of slim body. I took he’s arm and I could see them, several dozens of needles wound. Heroin most probably. “Do you inject drugs Markus?” “Often and always in good company?” “Did you share the needles?” “No, I rather share something else...” “Yes...I can... guess that... I’m doing a full scan, as you know in this structure we can give you almost instant results on your status, by the time I will have finished with the other exams we should know the results. Now I’m going to take a mouth swab and than I’m going to have to take a swab from your penis, the last one is a bit annoying, no need to take an anal one as you said you only do insertive anal sex Markus... would you mind...” I did not even need to finish speaking, he had already lied on the bed and had opened he’s mouth. I took a swab and proceeded to take samples from he’s mouth. I could smell the hundreds of cheap cigarets he must have smoked from every single breath he took. He’s tongue had a tattoo of what I gather was a pentagram with a sort of goat head. “Perfect, now I’m going to need you to lower your... leggings? Pants?” “Their rubber pants doc... “ “Yeah, if you can lower them and lower your underwear as well...” “No need for that” he added. He just opened what I understood being sort of a pouch covering he’s croth, and all of the sudden the pants where crotchless. No underwear... but what I saw I cannot forget. It must have been around 9 inch cock with some massive giant balls. It was of a dark red skin colour with a sword tattooed on the shaft and a prince albert on it. I was mesmerized... of all the penis I had to work with that was the most peculiar.... “I’m gonna have to inspect it before I take the swab” “No worries doctor, I’m acostumed at having pretty boys playing with it” I blushed while he grinned evilly. He was clearly provoking me, to which end I had no idea. I took he’s cock in my hands, it was already getting erect. I kept moving it around inspecting it... I could see something that I tought must have been minor scars, probably symptoms of syphillis in a initial stage. “It would be feel so much better if you where not using those annoying latex gloves doc, I feel your irritating my skin, I might have latex allergy.” “Its for both yours and my safety precautions...” “You could just wash your hand with the sanitizer doc... your really irritating my skin.” I looked for non latex gloves but tough luck... the vinyl ones where out of stock. And than, just than I took the first stupid decision that will start my downfall... I took the gloves off. “This is not standard procedure mister Markus but since I cannot have you get an allergic reaction....” “Sure doc...” My fingers where on he’s cock... they where moving on their own now.... on that erect piece of red meat.... it was so warm. “Did the ... piercing hurt?” “No doc... not paritculary” “And... the tattoo?” I said while caressing the inked shaft. “That was kinda pleasent... I like a bit of pain mixed with pleasure.... I had to be erect for this tatto doc... but it was not difficult, the tatto artist helped with that...” “I...see... well... I’m.... gonna... I might .... I think I’m gonna.... I’m think we are done with your penis Mister Markus...” “Doc wait, I think I have something with it... it kinda burn at times... I got something, not sure if its a precum or a discharge... you might wanna look at it doc...” “Mister Markus I got no gloves on and I have to attend other patients, I’m putting both me and them at risks of contamination by using my bare hands and...” “Look doc... can you see it?” There was something coming out of it... it looked like a whitish milky liquid.... I could not tell if it was a discharge or just precum... I instinctively moved my hands towards he’s cock while my thumb pushed against the head of he’s cock to get more of that odd liquid to come out... And than, it happen. Without any warning he just grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards he’s cock. I don’t know if my lips just opened or If I tried to put up any resistance, I only know my tongue was tasting that discharge and taking it in my mouth, swallowing it. The taste of that substance was almost rancid, mixed with the cold metallic taste of the piercing. I kept licking and sucking, he’s hand ony my head pushing me down. I could taste preucm only after a while, which gave me confirmation that the discharge was probably ghonorea and not precum. Eventually the hands on my head became two and I was pushed all the way down on he’s cock... I could feel it press to violate my troath... He fucked my troath without mercy... I kept trying not to puke but it was useless... after a while i just coughed, pulled back and vomited my breakfast while coughing... I was still coughing when I felt he’s hands pulling me up from my arms with unspeakable violence. “Let me go this is wrong! You can’t do this to me I’m a medic and..” I did not see the punch coming, I only felt the fall to the ground and my forehead slowly starting to bleed. Than I was pulled of the ground again, I stood in front of him and before my mouth could finish mumbling a “Please don’t hurt me I beg you” a second punch had hit me right in the mouth. I felt against the examination bed. Before I could even consider moving he’s left boot wasI on my crotch, pressing painfully against my balls. I was at that point crying but too scared to beg anymore. I did not make any resistance while he turned around and used what i later found out to by a cathether to tie my hands. He than proceeded to take some dirty cloths from he biohazardous disposal trash can and shoved them in my mouth. The taste of repressed toxic piss filled my mouth almost instantly. I felt my pants being pulled down and my ass being pressed under one of he’s boots. “I knew you where a dirty faggot... a cunt that enjoys touching man’s cocks... I bet that when no one sees your you jack off in here... your just a disgusting little piece of shit... a faggot without any purpose if not touching real man cocks... but this is your lucky day... I’m about to change your life and give you a new purpose...” I heard him opening a zipper and taking something out from he’s leather jacket. It was a stone... or a shard... I could not tell... Before I could even understand what he was doing with it he pushed it against my puker. It would hurt and my anal muscles where so tight it would not let it in. “Someone is playing the virgin mary game... pretty bad, I don’t take virgins kindly...” Leaving the shard against my hole he proceeded to push it in with he’s cock. The pain was immense and if it was not for the cloths filled with toxic piss obstructing my mouth everyone in the damn building would have had heard me. The shard entered and scratched my hole making it bleed while the cock pushed in without mercy and without lube. I could hear it against the sphinter. I screamed and screamed. If it wasn’t for the blood acting as improvised lube in my scratched anal walls I would have probably died there of pure pain. He kept pushing it in... he kept going. I lost the shard in me at a certain point. The prince albert was scratching my anal walls even more and more... blood kept flowing and flowing. Than he turned me around. “Look at that face... someone is having a fuck rush already” I was not sure what he was meaning till I felt my anal muscles relaxing and something unlocking in my head. It was like if the floodgates of a dam where opened. A mixture of pleasure and depraved tought I burried deep in my mind hitted me. All the most depraved things humans where capable of I was willing to do in that right moment. My muffled pain screams became loud moans of pleasure. My desperate muffled attempt at begging became screams ofpleasure and my mouth and mind said the most horrible things a man could ever say... He kept going. He’s eyes looking at me. My hands eventually got freed frm the catheter and runned to my cock that was already dripping with precum. Eventually it was me who started pushing against he’s cock. He removed the cloths from my mouth. “How is my medical cunt feeling?” “RAPE ME!” I screamed. “MAKE MY CUNT BLEED! MAKE IT BLEED! MAKE IT BLEED!! I WANT YOU IN BLOODSTREAM... I WANT YOUR CUM IN MY BLOODSTREAM” “Spoken like the pure whore you are...” He’s hands went to my troath while he’s cock pushed harder and harder. He was choking me. “This would be a nice way to end your life you cunt.... choked with toxic cum in your hole..” “YES... CHOKE ME... POZ ME... CHOKE ME... I WANNA DIE WHILE I CUM.... I WANNA DIE LIKE THIS... FUCKING CHOKE ME MOTHER FUCKER!” And so he did... the gloved hands pressed harder and harder... my head was exploding with he pressure of air and blood blocked by he’s hands.... I was sure I was gonna die till I felt it. At first it was just a little mild warm sensation... and than it was burning... my ass was burning and leaking... and not just cum. I could feel it inside me. He’s toxic chemical piss filling my hole, getting in my sores directly in my blood stream. My orgasm was monstruos... a scream so loud i’m amazed no one heard... and than a maniac laugh. Once he was done breeding me he proceeded to push he’s wet cock against my eyes while keeping them open by force .... and extra step to ensure I would get the gift. Than he simply set down on a chair. “Please more... I can’t just have one... I need more... more cum...please my hole...my hole is empty... more give it to me...” I tried to run for he’s cock but hes slap literally throw me away to the other corner of the room. “Look at yourself” he grinned “A respected medical practician reduced to a crazed half toxic zombie...” “MORE!!! PLEASE” I started laughing maniacly I could not control it. It was like something had grown in my head, like a monster from out of space had made a nest in my brain and with he’s slimy tentacles was guiding me towards the most disgusting perverted actes I could imagine... “I’ll give you a special treath... but first you got some patience to attend...” I did not understand what he meant by that.... he just throw me a towel and told me to clean my face and put my clothes back on.... what he explained me next and what he made me do will forever damn my soul forever. What I did that day has no name, its to this day the most monstruos act someone in the medical profession ever did... I recieved dozens of patients... from the young innocent 18 years old twink who just wanted to make he’s std exams before making love to he’s partner to the middle aged married man, the casual slut with a boring job to the shy gay boy with purple hair. All of them... I would tell them of the necessity of taking anal and urethral swabs. I would go to Markus who was seated behind the curtain and insert the swabs in he’s posionous cock and than come back to the patients. I would insert he’s toxic juices in their pissholes making sure to push it deep and twist it... and than I would scratch their holes with an excuse of a prostate exams and than run the toxic juices covered swab on their bleeding anal scars. They all thanked me for the profound inspection I gave them and they all walked away with something toxic growing in them. Boyfriends, casual sex partners, husbands.... they spread Markus dna to all of them. We kept on doing that for at least a month. Markus would enter from a back door, hid in my examination room and i would take he’s toxic seed and plant it in patients. Eventually I fell sick... the fuck flu was like anything I ever experience. Markus was on my side, breeding me even while I begged him to just leave me alone and slamming me in order to get me enough strength to go back to the hospital the day after to do my duty. It did not take long before the hospital was stormed with hundreds, maybe thousands of positive results for one of the most toxic and infective HIV variants ever known to men, not to mention all possible combinations of minors stds. The hospital called in this young doctor from the Dissease Control Division who started an investigation. They uncovered that all the patients had me in common. I ruined away. Another country. Another life. AIDS hitted me so hard and combined with the abuse of slam and tina it made me irrecognisable. Markus one day just disappeared and here I am, I go around the dark room, breeding those who can’t see me, giving them the only memory I have of my past life... Markus toxic load.
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By NSA lifestyle I don't mean cruising adult theaters, servicing truckers, and answering sex ads. I'm talking about the types of sexually beneficial relationships that this activity leads to if you follow the horny brick road of seeking an "owner" in the form of sex pig, sex slave, and dom/sub "partnerships." My first time having sex with another man was with a trucker at a truckstop. NSA encounters have been the only way I've gotten cock from men. As I became more and more comfortable with my role as a bottom I looked for sex clubs online and came across this site that is dedicated to the raw nature of m4m sex. As I scrolled through the site I came across a classified section for sex pigs. I immediately became intrigued and was excited at the idea of performing my kinks for a top. My idea of a relationship with a top is not being boyfriend and "girlfriend" but being his bottom pig in a relationship based on ownership and mutual sex tastes. A typical date night would be me and him in a hotel where I'm kneeling in front of his cock....but also surrounded by a handful of other men. I also feminized myself psychologically to complement my physical feminine attributes. I also cross dress to complete the fem process for just in case a top likes for his pig to dress up for him. Fast forward to now I completely changed a simple but degrading hobby into a total sexual and lifestyle change and did it with no hesitation. I didn't know that these types of "partnerships" started to fade away along with the tops that looked for sex pigs, slaves, or subs. Now I'm overly sexualized and have really strong fantasies with no equal or more explicit top to perform them to. I am not the only hyper sexed bottom, and there are others who are more sexually charged. The simple answer would be to go back to cruising at adult bookstores and get my fix there, but I've evolved (or willingly degraded myself) that I need something more. I don't regret going through the process of preparing myself for a new lifestyle, but I'm stuck with no way to move forward. So is going past the NSA cruise scene and seeking those kinds of partnerships worth it for new bottoms coming into the scene? Most will stay in the cruising scene which is okay, but others who are destined to push their sexual limits won't have a compatible top to adopt, own or be their master due to a shortage in (real) tops. I know there are aggressive tops here, but the entire group is out numbered by more sexual and more eager bottoms who are self-taught and create their own form of fantasy. Should these bottoms go through that process of enhancing their sexuality and scoop up the few remaining masculine tops, or should they wait until the rest of the tops convert to versatilism and see how they handle untrained and hyper sexed bottoms along with the different approaches to being a "top" that bottom and top versatile each bring?
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I went to the big city to get off the farm and get an education and see if being gay if who I am. Living in the dorms in a very crowded room, I’m nothing to look at being 5ft 6 very skinny 115 LBS and all these hot mussel guys around , but I have been told later I very well hung with a thick 9 inch dick. In my sex life I have only suck 1 dick and nothing else but have masturbated a lot. My financials are not great and at my age there is very little jobs open for me, I take a job cleaning tables off , this place is very high end so working 40 hours a week I can make $250 after taxes. I can’t work any more and go to school so it’s very hard to get by. I’m doing very well in school but I won’t be able to keep up this pace much longer as I’m always tired. As I clean tables most people have left but this one table that had some kind of meeting this very attractive Man is still there. I go over to ask if I can clean the table as we are close to closing, he say for me to sit down. I do and he says if I would like to make some real money at his club waiting on tables and that is where the real money is. I tell him I can’t wait on tables because of my and the alcohol laws, he laugh and says you will not have that problem and says I can make $400 or more per night just serving his customer, he hands me his card. I think to my self that working just 2 nights I can make 3 times what I’m making now. I have to take look at this offer as it’s too good not to turn down, so I make the call to see Larry. I get to the building and I tell the door man I here to meet Larry , tells me to wait wile someone comes down to meet me and take me to Larry. Larry is very up front about what he does here and about what my job will be. I will serve his customers at his parties and there are 3 levels of this building so at first I will be working the main floor. The main floor is a very big open space with 12 X 12 rooms surrounding the main floors for private parties. At the entrance is the bar but it’s not a liquor but a party supply bar. Larry ask me to strip down as he want to see what my body looks like, when i’m naked he says he got me right as a skinny boy with a big dick, he shows me what my uniform will be it’s just a jock strap with a baseball cap that I will have to ware backwards and I have to cut my hair very short and what little hair I have will be removed permanently by a staff member . I accept this job and tell him my age again and he says it’s no problem so he shows me the menu. Light Gatorade Heavy Gatorade Light Point Heavy Point Shards Water Lube Spike Lube Poppers E Name of some toys I never heard of but the person running the party bar would know. I’m to walk around in the open are if they want service from the party bar and if I see green light I’m to go in and see what they want, if the light is red I’m to stay out, if the light is white I’m to enter and clean up. My shift is from 6-8 hours on Friday & Saturday so that gives me the rest of the week to study.
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This is a text snippet of the story of when I first knowingly slept with an unmedicated poz guy. First the back story. He's a Puerto Rican hottie, 5'11" with a seven inch uncut dick that was incredibly thick. He was hairy and a little thick with muscles and just the right about of cushion on top. I am a hairy bear, 5'8" in height. We were both around 27/28 at the time, and were both really into bareback and had an insanely intense connection with each other. The following story relates the first time he fucked me unprotected. We had been having raw sex, then he converted and after that we played a few times with condoms, although every time he was using a condom I mentally would find myself begging him to slip off the condom. Then, on one occasion when we were playing, we were both super stoned, and he began teasing my ass with his cock, saying he would put on a condom in a minute but he wanted to feel my ass just a little bit. I agreed and he teased my ass a bit more with his cock, just barely slipping his tip into my ass on several occasions. After a few minutes he started to loosen me up. I absolutely loved the session, and he could tell so he continued poking my ass, thrusting in somewhat deeper. He was not using any lube, so he had to move slowly, but after a short time he was balls-deep in my ass. We both took hits of poppers, and then we were in Nirvana. He told me he would pull out when he came, but that obviously didn't happen. We fucked all over his bed for almost two hours. At the end I was laying on my belly as he lay on top of me, really battering my ass, which was his favorite position in which to cum. His pace accelerated as he clutched by body tighter and tighter, moaning as I begged for his cum. He experienced an unusually powerful orgasm, unleashing a huge load inside my ass. No, he most definitely didn't pull out, nor for that matter did either of us bring-up the subject of condoms - once he was inside my hole. It was what we both wanted. I wanted his toxic, unmedicated load, and he wanted to feel my raw ass around his dick. I was still a little scared, and he recommended that I rinse out. We did this many times over a few years before I moved away. Eventually I stopped rinsing out after. And later he started therapy. This hot Latin gent had given me the best sex I've ever had on multiple locations. I did eventually move away and have been missing his fiery passion. When we would lock eyes during sex his eyes were intense dark pools of lust. It was hard not to break eye contact, but the pure raw sexual energy he instilled in me during those moments was incredible. Thanks for reading! If you like, send, dick pics ;-P
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poz btm looking to be recharged; been off meds for almost 6 months and looking to collect another strain or two 53, 6', 205, hairy, 7.5 uncut thick
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Black Man's White Sissy bynancyvasquez© I started jerking off to ejaculation when I was around 18. Once I started doing it, it was all I thought about, 27/7 it seemed like. I collected fuck mags and porno tapes wherever I could find them, to use as visual aids. Just looking at those sexy nude women being loved up by their hot men made my dick so fuckin' HARD! Because of that I was able to convince myself that I was normal, of course, in retrospect it is obvious that I was identifying with the women. One day when my mom was at work, I was laying in her bed, masturbating. I got up and rummaged through her underwear drawer. The drawer smelled like perfume and the odor made my dick stiffen. Some of her panties had stains - I think they were cum stains - on the crotch. Anyway, I don't know why, but something prompted me to try on a pair of her silky nylon hose. The material felt so good on my legs! Next I stepped into a pair of her red french cut panties. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror - and was electrified. I was about 5', 2" then, and the only body hair I had was on my 18 year old pubes. I just couldn't believe how much like a girl I looked! I quickly applied som of my mom's hot red lipstick and checked myself out; I almost came in Mom's panties right there.I looked every bit as sexy as those bitches in the fuck mags. I jerked off until my 18 year old dick was sore. I never knew my real dad; Mom never talked about him, and once, when she was drunk, she told me she wasn't even sure who he was.Mom always had boyfriends as far back as I can remember. Three or four of them lived with us at different times, but they never stayed for long. Then She met Butch, and he moved in soon after. Butch was Mom's first black man. He had recently been released from state prison, but Mom was crazy about him. I used to listen to them fucking every night. She was always hanging on him, treating him like he was a king, massaging him, kissing on him. He didn't like me much. He treated me nice when Mom was around, but when we were alone he mostly ignored me. I think it was because I wasn't the most masculine 18 year old kid. In fact, looking back on it, I was a downright sissy. I loathed athletic sports, and was frail and a weakling. Once he told me that his 7 year old son could kick my ass! And me, an 18 year old! Anyway, as I said earlier, my favorite pasttime was jerking off several times a day. I used to go in Mom's room and sneak Butch's fuck mags and masturbate while looking at the sexy nude women. Sometimes I'd pop in one of the porno videos that Butch had, and jerk off while watching the beautiful white women making love to their black men. One rainy afternoon when Mom was at work and Butch was out I put on some black spike high heels and applied some sexy red lipstick on my pouty lips. I was standing in front of the mirror, admiring my feminine beauty and stroking my cock when I was startled by a wolf whistle. I gasped; there was Butch standing behind me with his arms folded, watching me. I grabbed for Mom's Frederick's of Hollywood silk shorty robe, but Butch's hand lashed out and grabbed the robe from my hand. He whistled. "Like mother, like son", he said. "Butch, I was just – " I noticed his hand was squeezing his groin; that's when I felt fear. He had me in his grip, his big hand squeezing my upper arm tightly. I was completely nude, except for the 4 inch high heels. He was wearing a pair of atheletic shorts and a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. Butch was really buff, and he loved showing off his muscles. He relaxed the grip on my arm and I went for the robe again. "Uh, uh, uh", he said. "You just stand right there. His eyes darted to the tv. The porno tape was playing. On the screen a blonde girl was on her knees in front of a black guy and she was giving him a blow job. Butch stripped off his sweat shirt. He was about 5', 10"; 190 lbs, and all muscles. He had tattoos all over. He went over and flopped on the bed, still rubbing his groin. "Oooh, FUCK!" he said. "Man, she could suck the chrome off a bumper hitch! She is fuckin HOT!" He looked at me. "Hey, Stevie," he said. "You lookin pretty sexy, too...pretty as you mama - prettier, even. What are you now 18 - 19? Turn around, girl, lemme look at you." I did like he said and he whistled again. "Girl you got some pretty laigs on you – just like yo momma. He reached over and ran his hand up and down my bare legs. "Fuck! Soft as silk an' sweet as sugah!" He pulled me close and bent his head to mine – and we kissed, his hungry mouth clamping over mine, his tongue snaking into my 18 year old mouth and down my throat. OHMIGOD! I was SO hungry for love and affection! After all, I was 18!I responded to his kiss and my tongue was wrapped around his as his big arms encircled me and I felt SO safe, and SO secure. Suddenly he picked me up and carried me to the bed, lowering me gently onto the sheets. I watched as he stripped off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shorts. I almost shit when I saw the size of the bulge in his jockey shorts. He came close. "Feel of it, Stevie," he said. "Go haid, girl, squeeze on it." I reached up and felt the hard boner under the material of his shorts. He groaned in pleasure. "Take my shots down, sissy," he said. I hooked my fingers and thumbs under the waistband and pulled his shorts down – and gasped as his huge black cock sprang free. OmiGOD! What a big cock! "You like that cock, baby?" he asked me. "Go haid, girl, feel of it." I squeezed down around his thick black cock and I saw a big pearly bead of semen form on the purple head. I knew about sucking cock because I had watched a lot of Butch's porn tapes. I got off the bed and knelt at his feet. I knew he wanted a blowjob, and I was flattered that he wanted me to give him one. I flickered my tongue out lapping up the bead of cum. Mmmm! My first taste of semen! And it was SO good! So, soon after getting my first kiss, I was giving my first blowjob. And here I was, over 18! Butch was a good teacher. He told me how to suck cock and balls. I sucked his cock until he said, "I'm gonna cum – open yo fuckin' mouth!" I opened my mouth wide, just like the ladies in the porno tapes and waited as he masturbated over my mouth. Sudden he groaned in pleasure and ejaculated into my mouth. Fuck! His cum tasted SO sweet! After that I became Butch's woman, fucking him behind my mom's back. Actually our first fuck came 2 days after the first blowjob. We were in the bed nude and we were making out and I begged him to fuck me in the ass. As we kissed he greased his finger in Vaseline and inserted it into my rectum. When I was comfortable with that he inserted a second finger. We kissed and he finger fucked me until I was maddened with sex desire and I begged for his cock in my ass. He kept telling me no, that he was too big for me, and I kept begging him to fuck me. He laid me back and had me raise my 18 year old legs. He placed my heels over his broad shoulders. This position automatically had the effect of spreading my buttocks and immobilizing me, because my back was on the pillows up against the headboard. I could feel the head of Butch's cock near my anus as he bent to kiss my mouth and neck and tits. I was squirming, wanting – needing – his dick inside of me. Then he began to push his cock to the mouth of my hungry anus. OH! FUCK! IT FUCKIN' HURTS! I tried to squirm away but there was nowhere to move. I was lucky if I weighed 70 pounds, and Butch had his 250 pounds of big black muscles on top of me. I was completely helpless as his cock tore into my clenched sphincter muscles. I screamed in pain and naked fear. "Shut up, Stevie!" Butch barked. Then more gently, "Relax, relax you ass, baby." I tried to do as he said and sure enough, the greasy cock suddenly eased deep into my fuck hole, and the pain subsided. Butch began fucking me with long slow strokes – all the way in – all the way out. He was kissing my neck and sucking on my tits and I felt SO feminine and sexy! Here I was, completely nude, lipstick on my mouth, high heels on my feet, being fucked by a handsome black muscleman! Not just fucked, but made LOVE to! "Am I like a woman, Butch?" I whimpered, my bare skinny legs up over his big arms as he fucked me. "You ARE a woman, Stevie", Butch said in my ear. "You MY woman – ALL woman, baby." We were mating like sex mad animals. Suddenly I felt his body tense and he began shaking. His deep bass voice was groaning and he plunged in balls deep – and I felt his hard on jumping inside of me as he released his semen flooding my bowels. He relaxed and lowered my legs from his arms and fell on top of me, breathing heavily. We kissed and I could feel his cock softening inside of me. He eased it out and it felt like I was taking a big greasy constipated shit. I cuddled up against Butch's big chest and he wrapped his arms around me and he went right to sleep. I lay there, naked in his arms, my head full of stars, smelling his flesh, and soon I slept, too. Eight months later Butch violated parole and was sent back to prison. After Butch was gone, Mom was cleaning out his stuff and she found a videotape of me and him having sex. I have never seen her so pissed off. She bought me a bus ticket to my grandparents and dropped me off at the station. Well, being over 18 and rebellious, I had no desire to go live with them because they were religious nuts and very strict. I traded my ticket in at the counter for a ticket to Dallas. I don't know why I chose Dallas, God knows I didn't know anyone there, I just wanted to get as far away as I could from Mom and my grandparents. In my bag I had stashed away a couple of pairs of high heels and some lipstick. I also had – in addition to the hundred bucks Mom had given me – 800 bucks that Butch had hidden from Mom. The bus pulled into Dallas in the late afternoon. It was June and really hot. I wandered around the city for hours with no idea where I was going. Eventually I found myself in what I was later to learn was a ghetto. Being from a small town I knew next to nothing about the world. I went into a store and bought a couple of fuck magazines. Everyone I saw around me was black or latino – which was strange to me because, other than Butch, there were no black people in the town I had spent my life in. After leaving the store I walked a couple of blocks. I spotted a decrepit looking building with a flashing neon sign in front that said "Hotel Dallas". It was getting dark. I went into the lobby. I passed some worn out looking furniture where some bums were sleeping and went to the desk. The clerk was an older latino guy who seemed surprised to see me. I guess I didn't realize how out of place my youthfulness and skin color made me. I asked him how much for a room. "How old are you, kid?" he asked me. "I'm 25," I answered him, which, looking back on it must have seemed very funny to him because I was lucky if I looked 18 - which I was. "Forty bucks," he said, pushing the register toward me. "Sign there," he said. I signed a made up name and gave him the money. He handed me a key. "Room 402 – take the elevator," he said. The elevator was really old and it had a folding cage like door that you had to close first, then the big door closed when you pushed the floor number button. It took a long time for the elevator to get to the fourth floor. I stepped out into the hallway. The lighting was really dim. I found my room and went in. The room was surprisingly large. I flicked the light switch. A single naked light bulb filled the room with a sickly pale light. In the middle of the room against the wall was an old iron bed. The mattress was lumpy and had stains all over it. It smelled like piss. There were sheets folded on the mattress. Against another wall was a sink. There was no bathroom. That, the clerk had told me, was located down the hallway and was communal, meaning all the guests on that floor had to share it. I threw the sheets on the bed and took off all my clothes; I couldn't wait to masturbate. Nowadays when I jerked off, in addition to the fuck magazines, I thought of when Butch and I made love. I jerked off 3 times in a row before falling to sleep, cum drying on my belly. I don't know how long I slept but when I awoke it was still dark. What woke me was a noise. I opened my eyes and was shocked: the latino clerk was standing over my bed! I pulled the sheet over my bare body. "What do you want?" I said. He stood there looking at me. Finally he said, "I want the money for your friend's room. They checked out and said you were paying." I was befuddled. "What friends?" I asked. "I don't have any friends. I just got off the bus – I don't know anyone here." A crafty smile played over his lips for a second. Little did I know it, but I had just confirmed his suspicions – a runaway 18 year old punk on his own. He reached out and began pulling the sheet off of me. I tried to pull it back but he yanked it to the floor. "You got smooth legs," he said. Then his look got hard. "One way or the other you gonna pay that bill." I was really frightened now. "Ok," I said. "I'll pay. How much is it?" "Six hundred bucks," he answered. My heart sunk. I knew that it was all I had, and the thought of having to give it up like that was depressing. But I realized that I had no choice. "Can I have the sheet – to cover myself while I get you the money?" He handed me the sheet and I wrapped it around my body. "I don't know why you want to cover up a pretty body like that, puto," he said as I went to my bag. I dug around and suddenly I felt sick. The money I had was gone. I dumped the bag out – nothing. I picked up my pants and went through the pockets. I had been robbed while I slept. "It's gone – all my money is gone – someone stole it!" The clerk reached out and grabbed my arm in a vice like grip. "Look, bitch, don't fuck with me or I'll beat your ass so bad you'll have trouble walkin'. I want the fuckin' money you owe me – NOW!" I started to cry. "Please," I said, "please don't hurt me! I'm telling the truth – my money is gone!" He relaxed his grip. "Ok,if that's the way you want it." He bent down and scooped up my clothes and stripped the sheets from the bed, including the one I had wrapped around me. He headed for the door. "Where are you going?" I asked, crying. "Can I please have my clothes back? I'll call my mom and get you the money." He paused at the door and laughed harshly. "Your mom? Fuck that, puto, you're over 18, You gonna earn that money." He left and closed the door behind him. I heard a clicking noise. I ran to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. I began to panic. I ran to the window. It was so filthy I could barely see through the glass. I tried to open it but it only went up about 8 inches. The street seemed a very long way down, even if I could get the window open it was too high to jump. I was trapped – a prisoner. An hour must have passed when I heard the lock and the door opened. It was the clerk. There was a big black guy with him. They entered the room, locking the door behind them. "Ooooo-EEE! You wasn't shittin', Jose!" the black guy said, staring at me. "This some sweet lookin' pussy!" I tol' you, man," Jose said. "So, we gots a deal?" "We gots a deal", the black man said. He took a wad of bills out of his pocket and handed it to the clerk, who took it and stuffed it into his pocket. He opened the door and looked at me, cowering on the bed, naked and scared. He shook his head. "Good luck," he said. He left, closing the door behind him. The black guy was looking at me with a hard look. He was about 30, six foot two, at least 200 pounds and ripped. He was wearing a tanktop. He had a shave head and a goatee. His arms were bigger than my legs, and covered in tattoos. "You know how to suck cock?" He asked me. "And don' lie – I seen the lipstick an' high heels in yo bag." I nodded. He stood there staring at me. "Stan' up," he ordered. "I wan' check you ass out - see what I done paid fo" I got off the bed and stood in front of him naked. "Turn yo ass aroun' " he ordered. I obeyed him numbly. I tensed when I felt a big hand feeling up my bare legs. It moved to my buttocks, up my bare back, up the back of my neck and through my long blonde hair. Then he ran his fingers up through my hair, twisting it into a top knot. His other hand was feeling his groin. He took my top knot and forced me to my knees. "Unzip my pants," he said. I was on my knees, my head kind of twisted to an angle because of the grip in my hair. I did as he told me. Oh well, what the fuck, it was only a blow job – at worst a fuck – I had done it all before, with Davis. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor. I didn't have to be told – like all black men he wanted to be served. I eased his undershirts down. He had a big cock, about 8 inches, no worse than Butch's, I thought. His dick was erect and veiny. He pushed my face to it. "I want a nice blowjob, sissy," he said. "Lots of tongue and saliva – no teeth – I feel teeth Ima knock 'em out 'yo haid." He stripped off his tanktop and kicked his pants aside, standing there like a naked black bull. I felt my dick getting hard, too, as I ran my tongue and lips over his cock. I began sucking his dick, using all the tricks I had learned from Davis. As I blew him I ran my small hands all over his big muscley legs – men like that – I had learned that from pleasing Butch. Then I kissed his balls, sucking them into my mouth. He groaned in pleasure as I sucked his cock and balls. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my mouth flooding with sweet tasting cum. There was so much cum I had to gulp it down to prevent it from spilling out of the corners of my mouth. I swallowed it all and cleaned his penis off with my lips, nibbling and sucking the last drop out of his cock. "Didja like it, honey?" I asked him. He grunted. He quickly dressed. "I ain't gone lie, that was one pro blowjob," he said. "Stan' up, I wanna see that pussy." I stood up and he took me by the arm and turned me around. "Bend over and spread yo ass." He said. I obeyed and he whistled. "Yeah, nice and pink and tight," he said. I felt better now; I had sucked him off and he had gotten his money's worth. "Can I have my clothes back now?" I asked him. He glared at me. "You don' get it – do you? I paid 300 bucks fo you ass. You belong to me now. You my ho. You gone pay my money back an then some." Then he reached into a back and took out a pair of handcuffs. He took my left wrist and clamped one of the cuffs on it, the other cuff onto the iron bed board. The cuffs had a length of chain connecting them that were longer than the usual length - about double. At least it gave me more movement. But there was no getting around the fact that I was chained naked to the bed; I was no better than an animal. Beginning that night the black man - his name was Odell - brought men in to fuck me. I began to dread the click of the locks in the door because i knew it was another trick for me to service. At first i was sullen and uncooperative, but a severe ass whipping from Odell put the fear of god into me. It happened after the second trick; the guy complained that I was a dead fuck, according to Odell. He came in the room, cuffed both my hands to the sink, and started giving me a beating like I had never had before. He used his fists and a big leather belt. When he was done my right eye was completely swollen shut and my upper lip was swelled up like a duck bill. I had big purple bruises all over my body, and I ached something terrible. He cuffed me back on the bed and pinched my jaws between his big hand, his face inches from mine. "Every time I get a complaint from a trick", he said. "An' you gonna get a ass whippin' just like this. Are we clear?"
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THE CORRUPTION CONTINUES CHAPTER ONE After the scene at the bistro, Pat’s relationship with his bitch wife was officially over. In an effort to end things quickly, he actually convinced the cunt to take the house (including the majority of the contents) and her shiny sports car as her settlement. No alimony to hold over his head for years to come, just a clean break. And trust me, she’s the kind of parasite who would milk him for alimony until the day he died. Pat continued to stay at the cheap motel he’d been checked into the night he came to me, even though we spent most of our free time together now. He blocked out all of his buddies who tried calling him to ask him, “What the fuck?” when they heard about his divorce. Not to mention the fact that his skank ex-wife felt no shame in spreading the word that he was a faggot now. Little did she know how bad that made her look. She could have had the sexiest man in town all her own, but she couldn’t keep him happy. In fact, I made sure that word spread that she practically pushed him into my arms. And bed. It took so little effort to let everyone know that she was a shrill, frigid, caustic shrew who knew less about pleasing a man than the butchest of diesel dykes. The other reason Pat insisted on keeping the motel room long-term is because he liked the seedy nature of it. We fucked there often, making sure that people walking past or in nearby rooms could hear two guys fucking like animals. He had gone from ‘so naive’ to ‘such a pig’, it made my head spin. And my heart flutter. Despite the motel room, he basically lived with me. All of his clothes were at my place. That’s really all he took away from his marriage. That and his truck. And all of his tools. He was a man who works with his hands and needs his tools to work. He didn’t want anything else from the house. His clothes, his truck, his tools, and his dignity. What more does a horny single hunk need? With no bickering, his divorce was final after a month. After that everything changed. Pat had really gotten to love having a pig at his disposal. I literally sucked his dick anywhere he wanted, and bent over for a fuck anywhere he needed. Basically any time we were in his truck, I was leaning over and sucking him off or slathering his balls. We fucked beside his truck in a packed parking lot, and only one guy walked past us and grunted, “Faggots” at us. He was smiling, though, so he wasn’t going to cause us any problems. He fucked me in public bathrooms, clothing store change rooms, adult book stores and bath houses, cruising parks. Anywhere and everywhere. I was a slut in HEAVEN. But with the finalization of his divorce, Pat took a turn for the darker. He had started paying more attention to the guys around us while we were pigging out. Mostly at the bath houses and book stores, he started to notice some of the men who he hadn’t seen fuck me yet. Well, actually, we’d been fucking so much that he hadn’t told me to take any other cocks since those first couple of meetings. Since we were more ‘together’ it’s just been us. Until he started looking around at other guys who seemed to want in on the action. The sick looking guys. Skinny, wasting, gaunt, with KS lesions. He started asking me questions about them one night as we lay in bed after a particularly satisfying fuck session. “They have AIDS, don’t they?” he asked me, his arms around me, holding me tight to his body while we spooned. “I’m sure some of them do,” I sighed. “Does it ever worry you? You’ve let me encourage you to take loads from a few strangers and I never once thought about what it could be doing to you.” We had already discussed we were both negative shortly after our first fuck session, so he had an idea of what we might be getting into. Although his concern was seriously sweet, it was also getting me royally horny again, and I couldn’t help but shove my ass back towards his cock, which I found, had begun to fill out once again while we talked. “I lived too much of my life worried about the consequences. And I never had any fun,” I told him. “That’s why I started going to the book stores and being a slut. I know enough to know that it isn’t a death sentence, and the guys I know who are infected fuck like you wouldn’t believe. I always felt like I was missing out.” “But those guys who are sick . . . they could die, right? So it still could be a death sentence,” he pointed out. “Yeah, but some men who have full-blown AIDS have let themselves get to that point. They love having the virus so powerful in their systems. It’s a high for a lot of guys.” I continued to rub my ass on his now-hard cock, hoping he’d take the hint. Pat reached around and grabbed hold of my own rock-hard throbbing dick, and he laughed. “Fuck, feels like you might love it, too. Are you seriously this turned on because we’re talking about AIDS?” “I guess I am,” I replied, reaching back and lining him up with my already-cum-sloppy hole until he started to sink back into me. I was surprised to feel Pat get even bigger and harder inside of me, and he growled sexily in my ear as he began to ram me harder from behind. Normally getting fucked on my side wasn’t my favorite position, but this was feeling damn good to me. Intimate. “Uh! It -feels like -uh! like you -uh! enjoy it too!” I managed to grunt out between his urgent thrusts. Pat’s grip around me got much tighter, as if he was trying to possess me, get as deep as he could into my greedy pig hole. “Fucking right,” he grunted. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear him say the words. “Get AIDS. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he roared, squeezing me to him as his balls drained their payload into me. After we came back down and got our breathing under control, I rolled over so we were face to face, kissed him, and then just stared into his beautiful eyes. Pat reached up and caressed the side of my face and smiled at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Get infected, you mean?” I asked, to which he nodded. “I always expected it to happen sooner or later, so I’m fine with it. I just wasn’t sure if it was something you would be okay with.” “It scares the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna lie. But....” He stopped and looked down towards his crotch and then back up at me and grinned. “I think that says it all.” I glanced down. His cock as throbbing hard once again. Clearly he liked the idea as much as I. “Okay, then. Looks like we have a consensus,” I laughed.
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Been trying to get my Dom a video blindfolded taking anon loads. I have failed at this task for a week (714) if someone is in Berkeley or SF area willing to help set up a seemingly endless train of men to seed my 22 year old hole, man Dom will stop punishing me. (876) this would need to start ASAP as I head elsewhere tomorrow by 8AM (4944) hIv positive on meds buT not undetectable ***
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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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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.
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Seeking Poz, unmedicated Tops in Dallas that want to breed their toxic load deep inside of my negative fuck hole I am not on Prep Location: Dallas/Oaklawn Date: Thursday, November 09 Time: All Day Message me for directions
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I'm a guy who lives in Indy and is looking to make some Chicago friends. Ideally, I'd like to take the train up and meet you. I'm open to 1on1, group, and I'm cool with bi groups as well. I'm 37yo, white, bi, 6'1", blond hair on head and red facial and pubes, green/hazel eyes, 34" waist, 185lbs., 6.5-7" cut cock with slight curve, and I have a nice tight hairy ass that loves getting fucked bb.
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recently new member here after accidentally coming on to this site, and honestly after a ton of research and understanding and reading, I'm so on the fence about a recent but powerful fantasy. I've really delved into a fantasy of being pozzed in a ritualized setting, like a second pregnancy only males have with each other, and the description from TIM really sparked that in me: Mansex is a virus, one that uses men as its host. Some try to resist it. Others embrace it as the source of life and meaning. We live to breed the sex-virus, to pass it on to every random anonymous dude we meet and fuck. It’s how we reproduce, man. We shoot viral loads every time. Our jizz ain’t for making babies. Our sex spreads like wildfire, squirting out of one man’s dick, shooting deep inside another, then another and another. Join in, buddy. You’ll never look back. I get absolutely hard just thinking about it, and my mouth waters at the notion of being part of a male-only line, starting from a really good friend of mine whom I've talked with and he said he'd love to feel closer and have that bond of sharing his permanent seed with me... on the other hand I'm not too sure what the consequences would be after it, especially since I'm a foreign student at a UK university. I guess the TL;DR is: should I embrace my inner pig and give it what it desires, being pozzed up? or should I continue being PrEP for now and give myself much more time and a strong position in life where I can not have to worry?
