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I will be in Portland for a few days from the night of Dec. 3rd through the early morning of Dec 7th I would love to breed a few willing bottoms while I am in town.
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I am new here and fairly new to this topic. I have some serious decisions to make and could use any advice. I will give a little background information. I have 2 gay friends I have known since grade school Scott and Mike. I have known Scott since 1st grade and Mike since high school. For most of my life I thought I was bi-sexual , but in reality I am gay. When in school I had my first gay experiences with Scott. He offered to suck my cock one day and the rest as they say is history. We did many things over the years sexually. He got me to start dressing in slutty female clothes for him, he really enjoyed that. I did it because he liked it but I could take it or leave it. This went on for several years. As I got older I was pressured into the whole get married have a family live in denial trap. That is what I did and Scott followed what he wanted and came out and never looked back.. Over the years we would still hook up from time to time. I would dress up for him and we would have a great time fucking. I would always ask him if he was clean and we always used condoms. We have been following this arrangement for many years. Jump to about 6 months ago and I get a call from Mike saying that he had recently spoken to Scott. Mike told me he was giving me a heads up because Scott told him that he wanted to be with me full time and was sick of waiting for my marriage to fall apart. He told Mike that if he infected me I would have no choice but to leave my wife, or risk passing it to her. Mike did not feel it was fair for Scott to get me that way. This kind of thing was all new to me and I was a bit naïve so Mike told me to check out this website to get more information on the topic.. It was an eye opening experience reading the stories on this site. So I have been thinking about my situation a lot for the last couple months. I actually do love Scott, we have known each other most of our lives.. I just don't know if I can take this ultimate step with him. He does not know that I have been tipped off to his plan. But I have to admit I would probably be happier living as an out gay man than staying in a marriage that I feel trapped by. Now for my decision, Scott called me on Thanksgiving to say hi. He said he wanted us to get together sometime in the next couple of weeks for a hook up. He told me to wear something extra slutty because he had a special gift to give me this year for Christmas. Normally I would laugh it off as him just talking about his dick but now I know he is probably hinting about more.. I do not know if I can resist being with him.
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Hey guys, I just had an unexpected and random encounter I thought I'd share with you. I had dinner with two girlfriends at a place called the Turkish Grill on Queens Blvd and 42nd in Queens, New York. The food was amazing, but more interesting was the waiter, a young Turkish-American guy, maybe 25 years old, lean and muscular with spiky black punk hair, dark middle-eastern facial scruff, tight black pants that showed a nice crotch and perky soccer ass, and a sly smile. All through dinner, he kept shooting me glances, but each time I looked back at him he gave me a kind of contemptuous stare, as if he knew I was a fag and he hated me. At the end of the meal, he brought us Turkish coffee, which is very thick and has a lot of 'mud' at the bottom. I commented on it, and he offered to show me how they make it. I demurred, not being sure what I was getting myself into, and thinking I didn't want to make a scene in case I came onto him and he decided to yell at me or something. After we paid and were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I headed to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom door are stairs going down to the basement, and I saw the sexy Turkish waiter standing a few steps down, looking at me. He raised a finger and gestured for me to come toward him, then pointed down the stairs. He took a few steps down and turned back to see if I was following. Again he gestured for me to follow him, so I did. As soon as we were in the basement, which was mostly dark, dirty, and smelled of rotting vegetables, he put one hand on his crotch and, with the other, pointed at it, as if telling me that's where my attention belonged. I took a step closer to him, and leaned in close to his face, intending to kiss him. But as I moved in, I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me down with enough force that I didn't try to fight back. I sunk to my knees on the filthy cement floor as his other hand unzipped his fly and yanked on the belt to open it. Within a few seconds, a very hot and veiny cut cock came into view, dark-skinned and surrounded by black wiry hairs, with the glisten of precum at the tip. I knew we had to be fast as my friends were waiting, and he probably had other tables to attend to. I thought I could blow him quickly, get my reward, and be out of there within three minutes. But as soon as my lips encircled the head of his cock, I felt both of his hands take me by the ears, and his cock started piledriving my throat. I was only about 8 inches, and not the thickest I'd taken, but the way he was digging it deep into my throat made me start to gag. And each time he felt my throat spasm around his cock, he stuck it in deeper, digging and burrowing into the soft folds of tissue inside of me. After gagging maybe a dozen time, my eyes tearing and my nose running freely with clear snot, I finally did the worst and threw up a little into my throat. He looked down and me and ordered, "Swallow it!" I did, his cock still in my mouth, and as he felt me swallow, he slammed back into me. Wth a few seconds I had gagged again, and vomited more this time, my whole mouth filling with it. Again he ordered, "Swallow it, faggot!" And I did, the head of his cock still between my lips. Disgusting, I know, but that's what happend. Then he commanded, "Drop your pants." So I spit out his cock, covered in my slime and snot and tears, and opened my belt, pulling out my hard dick and balls. "Don't show me your dick bitch. Bend the fuck over!" So I did. For a second he put both hands into my crack, feeling the hole. I heard a sniff, as if he was checking his fingers to find out if I was clean. Of course I usually douche when I'm going out, just in case of a situation like this, and I was not only clean but also fairly well lubed. He reached his hand around to my face and, after wiping at the snot pouring out of my nose from the brutal facefucking, put his hand in front of my mouth and ordered, "Spit." He used my own snot and spit to lube his cock, and without any warning at all, slammed into my ass as brutally as he'd fucked my throat. I gasped instinctive, and loudly I guess, and instantly felt his fist crack into the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up! If you make a single sound I will kick the shit out of you!" he hissed at me in a very loud whisper. For about two minutes he slammed into me without mercy, each thrust resulting in the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, as I held onto the side of a shelving unit for support, the boxes and cans rattling and shifting as the wire shelves and I were rocked by his brutal fucking. And then I heard his gasp -- a massive intake of breath as both his hands grasped my hips and he drove so deep into me I could feel the heat of his swelling cockhead in my guts. In complete silence, he jerked and spasmed maybe six times, holding me completely still with total force as his hot seed rushed into my ass. As I felt his cock start to withdraw from me, I straightened up, using the shelves to come up from my bent-over position. By the time I had turned around, he had his back to me, and was reaching down to pull up bis briefs and pants, which were down around his shoes after the violent fuck. I was surprised to see, in black ink on his right butt cheek, a tattoo I've seen many times, and fantasized about getting for myself. I have jerked off many times daydreaming about taking the cum of a dude with a biohazard tattoo, and now I could see I'd just been fucked savagely and bred by one. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and ran up the stairs two at a time while tucking his shirt into his waistband and cinching his belt. Within a minute, I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Then, with some trepidation, out into the restaurant to look for my friends. The waiter had his back to me as I came out, and it was clear he was avoiding me. So I left. I found my friends outside, both talking on their cell phones, and we ambled off to the subway station, them to their boyfriends, and me to my apartment alone to finger myself and eat the waiter's cum from my hole while I jerked off remembering every detail of our encounter.
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This is being posted in the 'Fiction' section as it is fiction. More of my fantasy, really. Well one of my many, being the greedy cumslut that I am. Here goes . . . The party had been a total bust. My friend had promised me that I'd meet someone. Had to with so many guys there. But tonight just wasn't my night. I decided to walk home, horny and a little pissed off, and only slightly drunk but not wasted. The fresh air might better my mood. There was a lot of commotion up ahead -looks like a fender bender- so I thought it might be quicker to cut through a few alleys. I always know where I'm going when I walk, but for some reason I felt a little lost and many of the lights in the alley were out. Burned out? Or broken so that shadows could conceal some kind of nefarious activity? I was just getting past one of the blacked-out sections of the alley when two huge, frighteningly strong hands grabbed my shoulders and literally heaved be back into the darkness, face first against a brick wall. Fuck, I'm getting mugged, I thought. It only took seconds to figure out that it wasn't my wallet he was after. The big man -he had to be 6'4" or taller, and beefy, solid muscle- pressed his entire front to my back, and I felt the enormous bulge from his denim covered crotch pressing into my ass. I know I was horny, but this was just downright scary. I tried to push myself back from the wall, hoping I could wiggle free and make a run for it. He was just too big and strong, I literally could not budge. He ground his big bulge in me, and I heard him sniffing around my neck, and then growled really low like some kind of predatory animal before it strikes it's prey. The party I had been to was just a house party, nothing fancy at all, so I had only worn a pair of nylon trackies and a tee. The big man reached down and yanked my pants down and chuckled when he saw that I was only wearing a jock strap underneath. "Fucking pig," he hissed in my ear. I heard him fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, and I felt his gigantic club of a dick flop out of them and slap into my back. Hell, this guy is hung like an elephant trunk, I thought. I'm in serious trouble. I wanted to get fucked tonight, but not like this. Not here. Somewhere with at least lube! He pinned me against the wall by holding firmly to the back of my neck, and eased himself away so that he could grab his cock with his free hand. I heard him spit, the splat must have hit is cock, then I heard the wet sticky sound as he jacked it and spread his saliva over it. He spit again and it landed directly between my butt cheeks. With his huge cock head, he smeared the spit on my hole, and began to push. I moaned -and not in a good way- and tried to tell him there was no way he was going to fit inside me. He made some kind of sound, mostly to say that he'd heard me and didn't care what I thought. He wanted in and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. I guess by some miracle I could feel his excited cock throbbing at my hole, and apparently this monster leaks impressive amounts of precum. My hole was feeling really slick now. But that didn't change the fact that he was hung like a beast, not a man. Suddenly and quickly he removed his hand from the back of my neck and clamped it tightly over my mouth, pulling me hard back against him. With that he slammed me hard into the brick wall again, this time driving a good 4 or 5 of his thick hard inches into my ass. My hole was on fire, and my eyes stung from the tears that filled them. He was holding me so tight there was absolutely no escape. I didn't know what to focus on. The fear that he might kill me when he was done raping me? Or the rape alone might be enough to kill me with a tool like that. Do I focus on the immense, mind-searing pain radiating from my tortured butt and concentrate of blocking it out? It took two more very hard ruts of his mighty hips to feel his pubes scratching my ass and his monster balls slapping up against me. He was now fully in, and I've never even dreamed of feeling so full in my entire life. It was like being fisted -if I'd ever been fisted- and taking the whole goddamned arm! He leaned his forehead on the back of my head and laughed softly to himself. Then he leaned in closer and blew on my ear, momentarily distracting me from the pain that was overwhelming my ass. Then he licked the outside of my ear, and growled, "You're gonna love this you little fucking faggot,". I'd been given a minute to adjust to his enormous size in me -not that it was nearly enough. He suddenly pulled his hips back, his cock temporarily vacating my devastated hole, and then slammed back in. Hard. Really hard. And that's how it went for what felt like forever, but what was probably about 15 minutes. He pulled nearly all the way out of me, then slammed back in, full length, balls deep, over and over again. He gave panting, grunting sounds of encouragement while I, at first, whimpered and groaned in pain, but by some other miracle managed to start to feel good down there. "You fucking whore," he growled. "I told you that you'd enjoy my big cock, fucking faggot,". Although I knew that my ass would feel completely destroyed for weeks after this encounter, he was right. His monster cock felt amazing as it pumped me. He filled me fuller than I ever could have imagined. It was as if something had been missing inside me, and every time his huge meat filled me, I was complete. And my hungry pig hole felt very empty when he wasn't slamming into me. So after about 15 or so minutes of him raping my hole, he clenched his teeth and growled, "Take my fucking cum, take it pig, you want my cum you fucking whore!". And wow did I feel it when he unloaded in me. There was so much cum blasting my insides that I thought for a second that he was taking a piss in me, not cumming. But the throbs of his mighty cock told me that it was certainly grade A stud juice, pumping deep into my body. It went on for a couple of minutes, I couldn't believe it. But I guess with big balls like his, he would blow an extra big load. Plus everything was huge about this guy, so why wouldn't his orgasm be, too? As soon as his dick stopped throbbing, he leaned in and blew on the outside of my ear again, and then whispered, "Welcome to the club, you fucking pig,". And then he yanked his hard cock out of me so abruptly that I doubled over. I didn't hurt so much as it took the wind out of me. I took a second to catch my breath, then stood and turned around to face him. No one there. He had just disappeared. I leaned back against the cool brick, panting and my mind spinning. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had been scared as hell, and then more turned on than I can ever remember my whole life. But what did he mean by that -Welcome to the club? Suddenly I felt this rush inside me, this wave of excitement. And I don't know why I was excited -I had never wanted to be infected. So why did the thought turn me on so much -I was still standing there with my pants around my ankles, my hard dick bobbing in the wind, and this strangers toxic load seeping out of my trashed hole. I put my fingers to my gaping hole, and smeared some of the cum around it, then lifted them to my lips. The smell alone of this stud's cum was enough to make me want more! I licked my fingers clean and my dick was throbbing. I mean really throbbing -one taste of cum always gets me crazy horny! But this was poz cum. Toxic seed. Viral baby juice. I quickly pulled my pants up, stuffing my hard dick in as best I could, and decided I needed to race home to stick a plug up my ass to keep his load in me while I jacked of the biggest load of my life. I ran down the alley, made a couple more turns, and ran face first into one of the toughest and meanest looking men I've ever laid eyes on. He didn't budge, but I literally bounced off of his big frame and landed in a pile of black trash bags. His eyes burned into mine as he stared down at me. He was seriously pissed off that I bumped into him. "You'd better watch where you're going . . . faggot," he hissed. If you enjoyed it, let me know and I'll post Part 2.
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I posted an ad on cl this past Saturday. I got the usual flakes but one fought m attention. It was a young guy who was 19. I told him I was a lot older and was he sure. He said yes so I gave him my address. I never expected him to show. I about 30 minutes the door bell rang. At the door was this nerdy twink who looked 16. I invited him in and asked him for an ID. He showed me his ID and he was indeed 19. We went into the bedroom and he took off his pants. He was thin but he dick bulked out his shorts. I started to suck him and he grew. He said while he liked the blow job he really wanted to fuck a guy. This would his first time and he wanted to experience it. I lubed up my hole and asked him if he wanted to rubber up. He asked if it would be okay to bareback me.i said sure and lubed up his dick. He went to quickly and moaned how good it felt. It did not take long before he came in my ass. He pulled out and we laid togather. He said it felt so good could he fuck me again. Well he was young and in a short time he was ready again. He lasted longer and we fucked in a number of positions before he came again. He starting to get dressed when he asked if I could do it one more time. He took off his boxers and fucked me again. This time it took longer still but after a while I felt him stiffen and moan. He shot again deep inside me. As he getting dressed he told me he was home from school and asked if I would be free this Friday. I said yes and he asked if could fuck me again. Now all I have to do is wait until Friday
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Firstly, this is a true story although I might have changed a few names and to make it read OK, I can’t remember all the conversations so a bit of poetic license. The picture on my profile is me, hello, and I’m athletically fit and work out regularly with a good firm stomach and defined six pack. I’ve also got a nice eight inch uncut cock and smooth bubble butt (which I keep hairless as I love a smooth ass). I’m 31 and HIV positive and have been since November 2013 but my conversion was not an accident, rather it came about because I wanted to get bred in style, so to speak, and I specifically hoped I would to convert after playing at a BB party which was held in early August, 2013, and which was specifically hosted for those chasing. The party had been organised by Jeremy, (Jez), a 46 year old positive guy living in Acton in West London who advertised the party on BBRT. His profile specifically stated he was positive and that he had a high viral load. If you’ve ever requested a party invitation on BBRT you’ll know that if the guy isn’t online he may take some time to come back to you. So it was on this occasion. Although when I sent my request, there were already 30 odd guys who were listed as going. Perusing the list showed guys ranging in age from 24 to 56 and since this is the real world, they weren’t all super fit studs, (sadly) or more-or-less those with whom I would want to play, but there were definitely a few guys on there that floated my boat. One in particular, a 32 year old muscle hunk named Jamie was certainly fucking hot and dangerously positive. The party requirements were for neg bottom or versatile guys and for ideally poz guys with high viral load. Undetectable guys would be invited if there was space. The poz guys also needed to be top or versatile. The party acceptance list showed that there were about 16 poz guys going and 14 neg or no status on their profile, which, of course, could mean more poz guys. Either way it looked like good odds to get knocked up. And to me, well I’m a gay guy living in London. I moved here when I was in my late teens for University and ended up staying as I love the place. Not to mention it is great for a single gay slut boy like myself who needs it as often as he can and as dirty as he can, although to be fair I’d become more and more depraved as I gotten older. I’d been barebacking totally since I was 25 having had a few fuck buds I’d do it with before then. Then I just realised I loved it raw so sauna sex became all the easier as no one really bothered with rubber in there anyway. God knows how I managed to stay neg until 29, but I did. And I knew I had taken poz loads. In fact on those few occasions where I was being fucked by a guy who had either told me upfront that he was poz, or who was sporting the bio hazard tattoo, the sex was more thrilling than any I had had before. The thrill came from the specific danger that the top could change my life for ever. It was why I knew I needed to be pozzed: so I could breed too. A few days before the party, I still not had received an acceptance to my request, and I seriously thought about cancelling my request as I was playing over the likely scenario in my mind, which led to the question 'What the fucking hell was I doing?' But I didn’t cancel and the day before the party I (and another 20 or so guys) received an acceptance, so the prospective headcount was somewhere around 50 guys with the result I found myself hoping the host had a big house. Naturally I looked over the list of attendees, and to my pleasure I found quite a few by whom I wanted to be fucked. The guys ranged in age from 20 to 60, and about 60% were listed as poz, which led me to think 'We neg boys are gonna be fucked to death. Literally'. The party was an overnight affair starting on Saturday afternoon and finishing Sunday afternoon and so the day of the party I made sure my man cunt was douched thoroughly, and I also pre-stretched, using my biggest dildo. I took the tube and arrived at the party house at 2:00 PM, an hour before the official starting time of 3:00 PM. The party house was a huge Victorian semi-detached villa with at least four floors that I could see from the street. As I approached I found several other early arriving guests who were being checked-in by a man who was ticking off names on a clipboard. Although I had downed a couple of beers before I left my house, I sensed a bit of awkwardness, so I specifically greeted the guys who were waiting in line. The guy at the door was a cute lad, mid 20’s, athletic and dressed in shorts only so you could see his nice smooth chest and pert little nipples. He was friendly with a nice smile. “Profile name?” he asked, looking me over. “I’m Adame24” I said and he looked at his clipboard. “Yep got you” he said ticking my name off. “Neg boy” he said, smiling back at me. “Not for long, I hope,” I replied, returning his smile. “Make your way in and you’ll find the dining room on the left is the locker room. Take you kit off and store your clothing in a bag then head to the lounge. It’s naked only” he instructed. “Thanks” I replied stepping past him into the hallway. “I’ll check you out later” he said, winking at me. I grinned back as I walked through the door he had identified. I presumed from his last statement he was poz and without a doubt I looked forward to taking his load. I found three other guys getting undressed as I entered and they all looked at me and grinned as I started removing clothes. I followed the guys down the hall and towards the music and chatter. The house was very big and entering the lounge it seemed long and vast and quite full of naked guys. Even allowing for the fact that the party had 50 acceptances, you could reasonably expect some wouldn’t turn up but I’d have to say there was over 40 guys there. I didn’t really know where to go at first but I saw a large table set up with drinks so headed for it, and in route I got quite a few glances from the guys, even if when squeezing past the men, my cock was somewhat timid, even if I would say even if flaccid my cock was still impressive. There were all sorts of guys here and I scanned around looking for Jamie. I hadn’t yet seen him but I did spot a few other muscled up lads, the younger guys weren’t bad either especially one who looked like a teenager and was getting plenty of stares. Some of the older guys too were doing it for me although there were some that had plainly gone to seed but none were really fat so I guessed our host had been picky in his acceptances. I felt my ass being handled and turned to see a guy of my age, he had shaved head and short stubbly beard but his bod was as taught as mine. He was hot and, judging by his semi-erect cock, he had a big one. “Hey fella” he remarked in what sounded to be an Australian accent. “Hi, you okay?” I asked as I turned to face him. “That’s one fine ass,” he replied, grinning broadly. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” “You chasing?” “I am," I replied with a smile. “Superb, mate,” he said. I notice his cock was swelling-up as we talked. “You?” I asked suspecting he was about to say what I wanted to hear. “No mate, I’m gifting” he answered, giving me a welcoming smile. I smiled while my cock got hard. Before we could do anything about it the music suddenly went silent and someone cleared his throat loudly. “Guys could I have your attention please.” I looked over as the naked bodies parted to show our host, Jez, stark naked too with a massive dick hanging between a reasonably toned body. He was a fine looking Daddy type with nice pecs and some chest hair. “Guys, welcome to my house. I’m Jez and I’ve organised this weekend’s soirée to help out a few of my negative friends and also some of my positive ones. Firstly, I love breeding and here tonight are 28 like minded guys who love to breed and pass on their DNA.” There was a few ripples of nervous laughter as he paused. “We are also joined by 16 negative boys who are totally fucked up presumably and chasing positive loads,” he continued again with a smattering of laughter. “So for the rules. You may use all but the very top floor which is roped off. All the rooms and beds are made for whatever depraved fucking you want to get up to. If you’re into piss could you do that in the bathrooms and please, no scat tonight.” He said looking towards two guys who looked away at his stare. Presumably he knew something about them we didn’t. “There’s lube all-round the house and anyone found using a condom will be asked to politely fuck off. You'll find drinks in this room and also you’ll find a stash of Viagra, poppers, tooth brushes and weed in here. If you’ve got anything harder then please feel free although please don’t burn my house down. There are towels in all the bathrooms and please shower as often as you want. We have food in the kitchen so help yourself.” “So the main event: all you neg guys are bottom or versatile so please pick up a red arm band from the table so we know who you are. Everyone else is obviously a top. And so you know, every top is not only positive but has a high viral load. A few boys clinically have AIDs. There are no undetectable guys here. Neg boys, make sure you try and take everyone’s load before you revisit guys again. You can’t refuse a cock either so get pissed and high and get horny for us breeders. Dirtier the better please. Some of us tops are versatile and I can understand a top taking cock while waiting for his erection to 'recharge', but make sure you're a top, make sure you take cock from the versatile neg boys so as not to waste any charged loads on a poz lad. Finally, tonight is about converting 16 neg fuckers into breeders. We have our duty cut out for us, boys, so let’s get dirty.” With that he finished his introductory speech and there was a polite round of applause and cheers. I turned back to the table and saw a pile of red arm bands. Slowly guys were picking them up and I did too wearing it on my right arm, my badge of shame. Negative and ready to be deflowered. The Aussie top grabbed my ass again and turning we kissed hard as he gripped my now erect cock. “Let’s find some space” he said, pulling me by my cock. He tugged me, letting go as we made our way passed bodies to an inviting leather chair in the corner. Aussie sat down and with his now erect 7 inches of thick cock pointing up he pulled me down and we kissed again. He started to jack my cock but I went down on him and took him fully in my mouth devouring his thick manhood. I licked the precum off and worked him hard while he moaned and pushed my head down hard, face fucking me a little. After a while he told me he wanted to fuck me so I swivelled round taking some lube and fingering it up my hole and smearing his cock. I slowly lowered myself down onto him as he sat there. He pushed up to meet my cunt and I felt his cock slowly penetrate my ring. I’d stretched my hole well today so I easily slid down his dick feeling him inside me. I started to lift up then dropped back down as I felt him meet my rising and falling. His cock felt good and my own banged against my stomach as I fucked him, sniffing on a bottle of poppers. We did this for a few minutes but I wanted to kiss my top so I got off, turned and knelt my legs either side of him and slid back down onto him again. Now I could kiss him which we immediately did and Aussie boy started fucking me. It felt so good being fucked and I steadied myself on the arms of the chair as he plowed my cunt. He was grunting louder and louder, “You want my poz load bitch?” he grunted through thrusts. “Fuck me, poz me “, I moaned back. He suddenly went into overdrive and fucked me fast and deep before I felt him slow and groan loudly. He held me hard on his shaft as I felt his cock twitch in me. His highly toxic load was pumping deep in my guts. We kissed hard while he kept his cock inside me making sure I got every drop. Finally we broke the kiss and I got off him. I could feel drips coming down my leg and reaching down I wiped it up with my hand. Looking at the liquid on my fingers I licked them clean savouring his and my juices. “Dirty bitch” he said grinning at me. “Fuck you later” and with that he got up and walked off. I got back to the table and watched a number of guys fucking before I saw my next breeder coming towards me. It was a younger guy of early twenties and he wasn’t what you’d call fit but he was good looking and smooth. His cock looked to be 6 inches or so and quite thick. “Follow me” he said, which I did obligingly We walked out the lounge and upstairs, I could hear fucking going on everywhere with moans, grunts, smacking and screams audible from every direction. My next top led me to a small room which had two floor mats. Two guys were already on one fucking like mad and he pulled me down on the other. No small talk, he knew what he wanted and pushed me on my back, lifting my legs up to expose my hole. He had lubed his cock and was plunging it into me within moments. I lay back watching him fuck me, his face was emotionless and he stared into my eyes pumping in and out of me. I grabbed his face and pulled it down and we kissed hard, our tongues dueling together.“Fuck me baby.” I moaned at him biting his bottom lip. He doubled his efforts and was hammering away at me for ages. The two guys besides us had obviously cum and they got up only to be replaced by another couple. Usually I like plenty of positions if I’m being fucked this long but he seemed to like missionary best and after a while I could sense he was close. “You want my toxic cum?” he asked me through gritted teeth. “Yes baby” I replied “Breed me” He pumped what must have been a heavy load in my ass as he came with a long, loud moan, cumming hard. I could feel him inside me. We lay together for a few more minutes, his heart was pumping so fast and his cock stayed inside my cunt. Finally he got of me and without a kiss said, “Thanks” and left the room. I felt like such a slut but to the side I could see the two guys in their thirties fucking missionary too. I lay still and watched the guy on his back getting fucked and he saw me grinning with beckoning eyes. I moved over and we started kissing while the top was fucking him. He tasted of smoke but it was hot to French kiss him while his ass hole was being invaded by another lad. I heard the door open and looking up another guy had poked his head round, he saw my available ass hole and was down with me in moments. I carried on kissing the guy and felt my legs being lifted and a new cock invading my hole. This felt bigger and I turned to look at the guy now about to fuck me, he was 40's, OK build, bit hairy but clearly a good size cock on him. He also had a few bruises on his skin and deep sores which I guessed could mean he was one of the guys with Aids. I turned back to the lad being fucked and we continued kissing as I felt the first thrusts in me. For a few minutes we were both being fucked and I carried on with the hottie while being fucked by the older guy. The guy fucking him suddenly started groaning and slowed as he was clearly cumming in the guy’s ass. He grinned at us both and after a few moments pulled out and got up. The guy stayed on his back and pulled me into another kiss as my ass was getting a serious pounding now. This guy was doing a good job of stretching me and I was really enjoying his efforts. Finally after a few more minutes he started to slow and moan and looking round he came in me. I could feel his cock twitch as he dumped his load. “I hope you like Aids” he said as he pulled out of me. I looked round and thanked him as he left the two of us. “Lick me out” the guy lying next to me said. I grinned and went down on his sloppy ass hole, it was quite full of spunk and there was blood mixed in the residue dripping out. I feltched the guy. I do love licking loads out of used sloppy ass holes. He must have had a few loads in there as I got quite a mouth full. I didn’t swallow immediately and we ended up snowballing the toxic spluge together and sharing. “Do me” I said and he did the same for me, licking me clean. Again we kissed and snowballed. “You just bottom?” he said finally breaking the kiss. “No I top too” I said grinning back. “Cool lets meet later I’d love you inside me” he said and with that we kissed and got up, looking for more poz boys. I went back to the lounge and grabbed another beer, there were less guys in here now but still plenty of fucking going on. I grabbed another bottle of poppers and a tooth brush. The latter was there to rough the anal passage up so we’d bleed and help the virus invade our blood stream. I needed to know tonight was worth it so I decided to make certain. The rest of the afternoon and evening blurred into a right royal fuck session with various highs and a few lows. The highs were getting double penetrated by the host and his fuck slut boyfriend who turned about to be the fit lad on the door I’d met earlier. They were really hot and stretched me so wide on their big double bed. I got fucked by a nice toned black guy while I took a quick shower and was happy to down a few guys piss while they came in to use the toilet. Black cock fucking my ass and guys depositing their piss in my mouth. Of course I did get a bit spit roasted too. But the pièce de résistance came around 11pm when Jamie suddenly honed into view. I hadn’t seen this fucking stud all night so maybe he turned up late but he saw me, came straight towards me, grabbed me and we were kissing hard without saying a word to each other. His muscular arms were gripping me hard. I could feel his fat dick between us. “Come” he said in a deep voice. I got dragged to a bedroom and luckily the bed had just been vacated so he threw me backwards on the wet sheets. He pulled my legs up and went down on my exposed sloppy ass hole. His tongue was inside me faster than a ferret up a drain pipe. He was eating me out so good, with fingers invading me too. I wanked my cock as he rimmed me. Finally he came up for air, pulled me towards him roughly and then spat the spludge into my face and mouth. Then started licking it off before kissing me hard again. We shared it between us but this guy was in total control and was holding me down as he kissed me. He bit my lip too and was on my nipples painfully biting them. I like rough but this guy was going to be leaving marks, I could tell. His fat dick kept banging my stomach and I was so horny to feel it inside me but Jamie was in control of me. I gripped his tight and pert bum cheeks forcing him down onto me and lifting my legs to expose my cunt to his cock. He didn’t need asking twice, he pulled up, grabbed my legs and pushed them towards my chest, then aimed his fat dick at my hole and pushed straight in. He didn’t even wait and luckily I was loose enough to accommodate him, just. He still hurt though and I actually screamed out. “Shut it bitch” he commanded and I fell silent and bit my lip. He went into hammer drive pretty quickly too and was fucking me deep and fast. I just about kept up but since he was slapping my face and squeezing my throat, slowly shutting of my oxygen, I had other things to think about too. I was so turned on and honestly a little scared but too horny to care. He kept on plowing my ass hard and although I was having difficulty drawing breath I was enjoying it so much. He finally let go of my throat so I could breathe then pulled out. Flipped me over on my front and dragged me onto all fours towards his cock then plowed back into me and carried on fucking me. He got deeper if anything and I was in heaven as he hit all my spots. I heard the door open and some guys came in but Jamie told them to watch only or fuck off. It seemed I was his bitch and he didn’t want to share. The guys stayed and watched Jamie continued to pummel my cunt and was slapping my ass so hard, I knew I’d have hand marks for weeks. No word of a lie, over the next hour ish, he fucked me in so many positions taking ages to cum. He was amazing and just kept going, we did get a bit of an audience although I noticed it turned into guys fucking around us. When he eventually came I was riding him on his back as he practically pulled my nipples off. He groaned loudly as he pumped his jizz in me and I crashed down on his cock to squeeze every drop out of him. It was the most amazing fuck and honestly he’s up there as one of the best tops I ever fucked. A real stallion. I collapsed on top of his sweaty body and lay there feeling him breathing fast. He pulled my face to his and we kissed long and hard again. Now that he’d cum he’d turned into a lover boy and we lay kissing for ages, feeling each other. Finally I got off his dick which was still in me. He was still hard too but the rules said we had to take cock from everyone before repeats. I must admit I was ready to go again but he pushed me off and said later. I was a bit disappointed but only for a micro second as two other guys were clambering on the bed next to me and were clearly about to rape me too. I kept fucking until about 5am but there were a few guys flagging by now with couples snoozing together after presumably fucking first. I think I’d had about 15 loads by now and had cum a few times. I’d used the tooth brush to rough up my ass a couple of times too or if truth be told I’d used any I found lying around of which they all had blood on them already. My cunt was certainly loose and sore by now but I saw a space on the settee in the lounge and sat down for a quick nap. No sooner had I closed my eyes than my cock was being sucked and looking down I saw the guy I’d feltched earlier staring up at me with his lips round my shaft. He had a couple of fingers in my cunt too but I knew he wanted to ride me and after a while of sucking me he knelt over me and slid down on my cock. I hadn’t topped all night so it felt great to fuck him. We kissed loads and I liked gripping his throat and squeezing as I tweaked his nipples hard. He didn’t complain and we fucked for ages. I got him on all fours at one point and was slapping his ass with gay abandon. After finally dumping my load down his throat, as he wanted to taste me, we collapsed in a hot sweaty mass and ended up sleeping together for a while. I woke up with him at 8 and he kissed me and left to find someone else to breed him. I got some quick breakfast and couldn’t even manage that without getting a blow job from a cute 20 year old lad who was neg too. I told him to take his arm band off and we found a spot so I could fuck him, he was just too cute to resist. The rest of the morning I needed to make sure I got a few more loads and I couldn’t remember everyone who’d fucked me (with a few exceptions) so I just took what came my way. Now that’s a real slut for you! I took another six loads by midday but there was a definite air of finality by now as I suspected the tops were tiring and so by 2pm Jez called to everyone to come back to the lounge and slowly guys did. “OK guys, we’ll call it a day. All you neg boys please let me know your test results and I’ll post to everyone to see how many we converted. I hope you all get what you deserve you dirty fuckers” he said grinning. There was another round of applause and that was that. So here’s the thing, I know I took two dirty loads a week before the party. Yep I should probably have said that at the beginning but in my book it was this party that changed my life. Three weeks later I actually got fuck flu which I thought was a myth but I was ill for a week and sweated so bad. My glands were swollen for ages, I just couldn’t get right. I got tested in October and got a text message from the clinic on November 12th 2013 to say I was positive. Epilogue – Happy to say I met up with Jamie again and again and again. He’s so fucking hot. I’m also breeding my pretty little ass off although I’m currently undetectable.
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While the other is factual (under my old user name) this same story has more detail now, I hope you enjoy... Chapter 1 I had spent 2 days posting ads on Craigslist to market my hot little twat and that I was the sexiest little Cum Slut around. I got many lucrative responses, but you never know who will show? The night came and I went to the bookstore dressed so Slutty it may have been illegal in public! 6" heels, corset showing off my little tits, t-back panties, garter belt, black stockings, and a skirt so short it showed of my tiny hiney!!! As I walked through the door I saw several guys were browsing the videos, and they're heads instantly turned towards me as I smiled and went inside the theater. It took me a few minutes from my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and I thought it was a nice crowd. Several guys had the cocks out and stroking themselves ; nice! As I walked by them, I felt their hands grabbing and probing my 'lil ass and horny hole! I was so turned on, my heart was racing and my little twat quiverd. I saw a bench out in the middle of the theater; I went to it and bent over it.I pulled of my t-back panties flipped my skirt up exposing all that I had! I held my panties up over my head, leaving little doubt why I was there; and I said outload, "I want to be Fucked!" While I was getting Lubed I felt the first hard cock sliding inside my hole with a good stretch of my twat it was so good! I was in ecstasy as he sped up his thusts, I knew he was going to cum so I pushed back on to him. I started shaking and grinding my hips pushing my twat further onto his cock!!! I felt his hot cum explode into me as my slutty little hole worked all the cum out of this first of many cocks to come. As he pushed deeper and deeper finishing dumping his load into me; I glanced around and could see more guys watching with their hard cocks out ready to fuck me!!! This was what I've wanted for some time! I then got really Fucked! After about the sixth one, I could feel the cum leaking down my legs, I was loving it! As the next one approached me, he flipped me over on my back and pushed my legs back over my head. I was opened up and exposed for all to see; gawd I was such a little Cum Whore, wiggling my litte ass begging for more! I didn't realize how big this next Cock was until he buried himself into me in one thrust, I could hear the Cum squishing out of my hole as I felt it running down my ass. I felt deliciously wicked!!! As I felt his cock swell inside me, he started fucking me harder and harder. I wanted his load inside me so bad, at that moment I wanted nothing more! He started shaking and I could feel him unload into my hungry twat, as I felt more hot cum running down my crack; I scooped it up and rubbed it all over my face and in my mouth groaning saying, " give me more!". By now my twat was wide open, wet, and needing more!!! So much more...
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Another Real Experience - Elbow Deep Party In Harlem
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - ELBOW DEEP PARTY IN HARLEM About a month ago, my candy-man and his roommate were having some issues with their landlord and asked me if I could maybe come down to their place, look over their lease and give them some advice. I had finished my appointments for the day so I told them okay. I got to Washington Heights in less than 30 minutes and sat down with them to examine their lease. They filled a huge water pipe with lots of magic crystals and proceeded to have me blow clouds with them while we discussed their problem at length. In 90 minutes or so, I had outlined a way for them to resolve their differences with their landlord that would satisfy both sides, and they were ecstatic. Now they'd kept me hitting the pipe quite generously and gifted me with a nice amount of tina to take with me as a reward. I was now somewhat tweaked, very horny, and in Manhattan late afternoon on a Saturday. Unfortunately, neither of them was up for pnping, as they each had non-sexual appointments they were on their way to. Before we finished our puffing festival, I checked Chempigs.com on line to see if anyone was nearby and up for hosting. Fortunately, there was someone only 20 blocks away - a guy I'd been trading messages and emails with on the site for some time, always hoping we could play, but never being able to make our schedules match. He invited me to his place immediately and I hopped in the car and headed to Harlem. It took only 5 minutes and amazingly, I got a street space only a half block from his building. I gave him a call when I parked as he needed to come to the lobby to let me in. Good thing I found that close space as it started to rain for the first time in weeks as I was heading to his building. Clayton met me at the lobby door and escorted me to the elevator and up to his apartment. It was a nice - and really large - apartment, and it peaked my interest that it seemed like there was someone else home. Clayton led me to his room and shut the door behind us, looking me up and down and nodding while saying "finally". As mentioned we'd messaged and cruised each other on line but timing had never worked out before. Finally was right! I pulled out my supplies and filled his water-pipe with some quality crystals, and we puffed and shot-gunned as we stripped each other and got things started. Clayton turned out to be 40-ish, and very tall - at least 6'5" or so, to my 6' - and very lean. He's Trinidadian, beautiful cafe au lait skin and a light dusting of hair on his chest leading down in a treasure trail to his pubic patch, which framed a long cock, not quite as thick as mine but definitely longer! His long legs led up to a perky bubble butt also with a light dusting of hair. He really went for my hairy chest, legs, balls and ass and my pale skin. After making out and puffing and getting each other hard as a rock, we had to break so I could quickly clean up in his shower. As I was about to go, he asked if I'd be interested in his roommate joining in a couple of hours, and I told him that it sounded like fun to me. He smiled and picking up the pipe, said "Let me introduce you guys before you hit the shower." Going out into the long hallway, we passed the front door and the bathroom and continued down to what looked like a workroom filled with (unusually for New York City) hand tools and hardware. And also filled with Clayton's very hot roommate, Rod. Rod was facing away and on the phone, dressed only in leather shorts, boots and a harness. He turned hearing us enter and quickly told the person on the phone he'd call back in 5 minutes. Rod was probably around my age (just turned 53), and a shorter, stocky, muscular African-American guy with much darker skin than Clayton's, and he looked awfully familiar. We traded shotguns off the pipe while Clayton introduced us, and we both mentioned that we were convinced we'd met before. Rod told us that he needed to get back to his client and do another two hours of work then we could join him in his much larger play room. We headed back down the long corridor and I jumped in the bathroom with my kit to do a quick clean up and out. I had my travel-ready straight pipe and took a few hits to aid the process, gargled a little mouthwash and headed back to Clayton. He was naked and puffing, stroking while he watched some bareback leather porn I brought. I guess Clayton had been tweaking for a while before I got there, as he was totally AMPED and ready to go... so enthusiastic that I had to imagine he'd been frustrated from playing for at least several hours. In a minute we were on the bed locked in a 69 hotter than any I'd had in some time. It was a beautiful cock, and long, and thank god, I was on top during this segment since although I deep throat well, that amount of length might have been an issue if he decided to face fuck me from above. After long mutual suck jobs, we hit the pipe again shotgunning every hit, and making out between. Finally, we each took a huge hit, followed by each taking a nice huff of Maximum Impact and slid back down to a 69-Rim session, this time with me on the bottom with my neck boosted by a couple of pillows. He had a hot tasty hole that blossomed under my eager tongue; from the sounds he was making, and the enthusiasm with which his beefy tongue was raping my hairy hole, he was a very happy camper. Once our holes were getting sloppy and open it was time to get them filled. While he hit the glass cock, I got behind him and sank into that hot warm chute and starting a slow grinding fuck while he spun out his clouds. He definitely was going for my girth, and asked to turn on to his back for deeper penetration. As face-to-face is my favorite position to both top and to bottom, I was more than willing to comply. We fucked for a while with me on the bed with him, then I got down on the floor to stand with his long legs over my shoulders while I really wailed on his hole at his request. All this time we were either furiously kissing or biting and sucking the others nips and neck. More clouds and we switched... it took a little patience, and maximum impact, but he got that entire length into my hole and fucked me in several positions, making me feel incredible the longer we went. For another hour we would literally pull out of each other and without moving switch top and bottom, filling and being filled. It was heaven. Time came for a break and to join Rod. Some piss play and a quick rinse in the shower and we were moving all our equipment and materials to the very large room at the end of the apartment. Rod had his king size bed and all sorts of leather, restraints, dildos and toys, lubes and porn screens in there. I filled his water pipe and we got spun some more as Rod stripped the leather shorts off to reveal a flaccid cock as thick and long soft as mine is hard. Now I normally have no issues with my endowment - it is average length and greater than average width and I very much know how to use it - but there are times when I'm playing, especially with African or Latino guys that I just have to kind of sit back and marvel, and get over a minute or two of feeling inadequate! The rest of Rod was worthwhile to, a very hot muscular ass and he appeared to be naturally smooth all over... well, he probably did shave his head a bit, but not the body. I brought out some G and we drank some, smoked more, and began to get down to more chemmed up man-sex. Each of us fucked the others, and I was lucky that Clayton had gotten most of my stretching done prior as Ron went in without pause and started his fuck on me. After the mutual all around fuck we broke for a bit more refreshment and clouds and that's when Rod and I remembered where we'd met. A mutual friend of ours on Central Park West used to host Tuesday Afternoon pnp parties about 10 years ago and we'd encountered each other there a number of times. That also reminded Rod that I was a Fisting top, one he very much enjoyed getting hand-balled by, and we knew what would happen next. Working with Rod's "special lube" - a private combo of crisco and j-lube laced with tina and tina piss, I began working fingers into his hole. He was flat on his back on the edge of the bed (a waist high bed) while I alternated sitting on a fuck stool or sitting on Clayton's cock as HE sat on the fuck stool. Very shortly, I was stretching Rods opening alternating four fingers on each hand, determining which arm would be better, finding it to be the left, I sank all five fingers in to his welcoming manhole. He was literally squealing with delight over the attention to his hole, and I pulled my special maneuver. Being double jointed and still flexible from my dancer days, I can rotate my wrist 360 degrees without much problem - by stepping over my arm, now butt to butt with my fistee, I can continue the turning in the same direction. Stepping over with my second leg, I return to facing my fist-bottom and can still complete the rest of AN ADDITIONAL 360 degree turn. 19 out of 20 fisting bottoms seem to go nuts over that! And then of course, I can reverse direction and do it again the other way, bringing myself back to where I was. During the session, Clayton went from fucking me from behind to sitting on Rod face while I blew Clayton or kneeling so Rod could blow him and I could rim him. Anytime I went for deeper penetration, Clayton went behind me again so I could assure eye-contact with Rod. We played several more hours in various combos and I headed home, promising to come back for both more group play and one-on-one's with each hot man. The following Tuesday, I got to do so with just Rod - I arrived at about 11AM - this time Rod took care of the party favors. We blew clouds, had a bit of G, did booty bumps and began a day long session. It was a wild day - though I fucked Rod on and off, most of the time I spent as a top I spent fisting since he was so delighted with last time. I was in his unbelievable hot muscle ass up to my elbow on my right arm, and just past my elbow on my left. And I got both hands in at the same time past the wrist. In exchange, Rod fucked me pretty frequently with that big thick cock of his. And get this... he gave me four loads. FOUR LOADS. I kid you not. Since I spend more time in most sessions topping, I don't get to be bred too often. So, even once is special... but FOUR? There were a few large group parties in my long career of man-sex where I was bred three times, and once or twice four... but always by different guys, never four loads from one! And between the chems and the company his huge cock not only didn't hurt, not only felt good, it felt GREAT. We were two happy pigs when I left with promises to return. I hope to rendezvous with Clayton soon, and get them both not too soon after!- 11 comments
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When I was in my late teens in the 90s, I met a 45-year old man in a chat room. It wasn’t long before we started talking on the phone. Although I’d told him I was a bit older than I actually was (I was still legal, of course), I think he knew I was a nineteen year old living at home… the guy let me call him collect. We’d have the hottest phone sex, and he’d offered a number of times to fly me to his town, or to come visit me for a weekend to make it real. I frequently fantasize about the scene that would have followed if I had hooked up with him. We never exchanged names. The guy always insisted that I call him dad, daddy, or sir. And he called me son or boy. I wasn’t comfortable traveling to see him, but over the number of conversations we’d had on the phone, I knew I was ready to give it up to my daddy. We agreed on a weekend, and he got a hotel room in my home town. Leading up to his visit, he gave me a lot of instructions on how to prepare for our big weekend. Clearly daddy wanted his boy in tip-top shape: able to take all that daddy had to offer without any surprises. Saturday finally came after much anticipation. He met me in the hotel lobby in the afternoon. Although we’d never traded pictures, he was exactly as he’d described himself. He stood about six feet tall, with brown hair slightly thinning on top. He’d never told me his exact weight, but he told me he wasn’t a gym rat and carried a few extra pounds. The man in the lobby was exactly that - I’d guess his weight around 210 or 220, but he carried it well and I found him very attractive. I couldn’t wait to see (and feel, and taste) the rest of what he’d described to me over our numerous chat and phone sessions. There weren’t any words to our greeting. I just waved at him, and he stood, nodded his head, and led me back to his lair for my initiation. He opened the door to his room and let me in ahead of him. The room was nothing remarkable: a couch and coffee table, a desk and chair, and a king-size bed. The curtains had been drawn, but a few lights were on. It wasn’t dim; I knew, from our previous conversations, that daddy would want to see his boy’s body. As he closed the door, I turned to face him. He stood at the door and looked at me, slowly, from toe to head. I was frozen, not sure exactly what to do or say. He was the first to speak. “Well son, you certainly look like you were worth the trip. Your daddy traveled six hours to come see you. I want you to keep that in mind this afternoon, and I want you to do your best to make daddy’s trip worth it. If you’ve followed my instructions this week, you should have a good time too.” My cock began to swell as I thought about the regimen I had been following through the week prior. It had started with the simple act of slipping first one, then two fingers in my hole, every morning and again each night. That alone had made my cock rock hard. Dad was also into ripe undies, so he’d asked me also, in the earlier part of the week, to wear the same pair of briefs, and to make sure that I’d stroked a few loads into them. But the more pressing challenge was his instructions for the rest of the week: no masturbating after Tuesday, and I’d been fasting since Friday afternoon. “Yes, dad,” I replied. “I followed all your instructions, and I’m wearing the special shorts you wanted, too. I’m ready to make this a good trip for you.” “Good,” he replied, as he walked past me, and pushed the coffee table from the couch and sat down in the middle of it. He lifted his chin and nodded in my direction. “Now come over here and stand in front of me.” I complied readily, my dick rising to such attention that it was causing a noticeable bulge in my jeans. He definitely noticed it. “Let me see that from the side. Why don’t you turn and take your shirt off?” I threw my shirt over my head. It draped on the side of the bed. “Very nice, boy. Now, why don’t you unbutton your jeans and unzip your fly. It looks like something is dying to get out of there.” I did as he said, unbuttoning first, and then lowering the zipper. I started to lower the jeans, but he stopped me. “Ah-ah-ah, let’s not get too hasty.” As I stopped, he beckoned me closer to him. “Come here and kneel down between my legs.” As I moved over to him, he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his slightly hairy chest and small belly. He told me to unbuckle his belt, undo his fly, and suck his cock through his briefs. Finally, I’d get to find out about the rest of his stats - his eight-inch daddy dick. Not too thick, with a plump, mushroom head. I picked up a ripe smell as I lowered my head to his crotch. As if noticing, he said, “You see, I’ve been making a special pair of daddy shorts, just like yours. Do you like that smell?” I’m such a kink. Of course I did. I looked at him with wide eyes and nodded eagerly. “Good,” he said, “now go ahead and get a taste of daddy through these shorts.” I opened my mouth and put my tongue between the flaps of his open fly. There were several patches that looked like cum stains, and at the tip of his cock, I could see they were wet. Daddy was dripping already. As I knelt in front of him, he leaned forward and shrugged out of his shirt. He said, “It’s OK if you want to get the clothes out of the way.” I leaned back, sitting on my knees, shirtless with my fly open and my cock bulging through my briefs. I untied his shoes and took them off. Then, the socks. I got up on my knees again, and lowered the waste of his jeans as he wriggled out of them. Just those ripe briefs between me and that daddy dick. I buried my nose in his crotch, again, to take in all the sweat and jizz that had accumulated in his briefs. “That’s a good boy. You know I spent a lot of time to make these daddy shorts. I’m glad you appreciate them.” My cock was literally throbbing. Like his, it was also dripping, making my own, ripe shorts damp. I reached down to touch it, but he stopped me. “Remember, son, I made a long trip for you. I want you to last for me. I’ll tell you when you can touch that boy dick of yours.” I put my hands on his thighs. “That’s a good boy,” he replied. “Are you ready to see daddy’s cock without looking through these shorts?” he asked. I nodded vigorously. “Oh, daddy, I want to taste it, too.” “OK,” he replied. “I want you to stand up and take off your jeans. But just the jeans, OK? Keep those sweaty briefs on.” I did as he said, then returned to my place in front of him. I put my hands to either side of the waist band of his briefs, and lowered them until his throbbing cock snapped out. It was exactly as he’d described it: eight inches in length, but on the skinnier side. Its girth was only slightly more than the narrow end of a wine bottle. But the tip was amazing. It mushroomed out, glistening with fresh drops of his pre-cum. I again put my head in his crotch, and got my first taste of daddy juice - salty and a little sticky. I began to lick the tip, and then I put my entire mouth around his tool, licking as I lowered over his shaft. “Oh son,” he moaned, “you can’t do too much of that or you’re going to wind up with a mouth full of daddy’s juice. We don’t want that just yet.” I raised my head and again looked up at him. “What now, daddy?” “Why don’t you sit here on the couch, next to me. I want to feel your little prick.” I stood up, turned, and sat down on the couch. I slipped out of my sandals as he brought his lips to mine. He began to rub his hands on my body, first on my thighs, then digging into my crotch to feel my dick through my underwear. I followed his lead, placing one hand on his chest. I used the other to reach into his already-lowered briefs and feel his swollen balls. I could feel that his crotch was damp with sweat, pre-cum, and my saliva. I shuddered in ecstasy. We continued to make out and explore each others’ bodies. I rubbed my hands all over his chest and belly, and I gripped and stroked the first cock I’d ever touched that wasn’t mine. His hands wandered all over my body, too, but he avoided touching my cock too much. “I know you’re going to be really close to exploding, and I want you to last, OK?” After I nodded, he pulled away from me and asked, “I can tell you’ve liked things so far. Are you ready to go a little further for dad?” Once again, I nodded my eager consent, and he instructed, “I want you to stand up and go over to the coffee table. Bend over the table and put your hands on it.” I did as he said, awkwardly lowering myself to the table so that I could put my hands on it. He came up behind me and put both hands on my rear end. He then pulled at the waist of my jeans and lowered them to the floor. As I stepped out of them, I could hear him remove his briefs. He put them on the table next to me. He pressed himself up against me, so that I could feel his stiff cock, though my shorts, pressing into the crack of my butt. He lowered his chest against mine and slid his hands down my arms until they were on top of my hands, and he said, “We’re not all the way here, just yet. Stay here just like this.” I drank in his naked body as he went to the bathroom and retrieved what looked like a white toothpaste tube, and put it to the side of his briefs. “I think you’ll be happy we have this a little later,” he told me. He then removed my briefs, and as I stepped out of them, he put his face in them and took a good whiff before setting them down on the table to my other side. He told me to spread my legs apart, and as I did so, he knelt down and slid his wet tongue down my crack, finding my smooth hole. He began to lick it, and I moaned. He lifted his head and said, “Tell me how that feels, son.” I replied, “Dad, your tongue feels so good. I can’t wait for more. I’ve been practicing for you.” “Good,” he said, “because I’m not going to waste my time with fingers. I’m going to teach you how to take daddy’s cock, but I’m only going to use the real thing to do it.” He lowered himself down again, and continued to rim me, spitting and plunging his tongue into my hole. First, just a little bit, but then gradually as far as it would go, as I began to loosen up and receive his tongue. He had taken care to make sure that my hole was literally dripping wet, as he took the tube, squeezed out some gel, and applied it to his cock. Then, he stood up behind me, and with one hand on his lubricated penis, guided its tip right to my hole. I moaned again as he bent over, holding his cock there, and whispered into my ear. “Taking the tip is going to be the hardest part, but we’ll go really slow. Once you open up enough for the tip, the rest will be real easy. So just relax, and remember that we can take all the time we need.” Sweat began to pool on my back as I nodded in reply. “Are you ready for my daddy dick?” I nodded my head, as he applied a little pressure to his tip, and I felt my wet hole open slightly to receive it. He only entered a little bit, but I protested. “Shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” I asked. He held the tip of his cock steady. “This is just the first part. It’s practice. We don’t need a condom right now, because I’m not going very deep in your hole. Trust me, it’ll feel better without a condom, just while I get you loosened up. OK?” “OK, dad,” I replied. It just felt so good that I couldn’t mount a strong protest, and besides, if we were going to be safe when it really counted, I knew I’d be OK. “Boy, are you ready to take a little more? You seem to be opening up nicely. You’re really making your dad happy.” I told him I did, but that wasn’t enough. “Tell me how much you want it.” “Daddy, I want to feel you opening my hole more. I want your daddy dick inside me.” “Good boy. Here comes a little more.” I braced as he pushed a bit more of his tip in my hole. I could feel my wet sphincter widening around as his cock pushed slightly deeper into my virgin hole. I moaned and arched my back. Again, he held steady, one hand still on his cock, as he told me to breathe deep and relax, so that he could penetrate still further. As I relaxed and my hole loosened - ever so slightly - its grip on the tip of dad’s cock, he pulled his dick back out. I turned to look over my shoulder, and he explained. “Practice includes a few lessons. I want to make sure you’re really ready for my daddy dick before I give you all of it. So here comes a little more.” This time, he brought his cock to my hole and pushed in with a little more pressure. It was much easier on the second time. My boy hole opened for it, and swallowed around the tip of his cock. I moaned, not quite ready for so much stretching. “Wow son,” daddy said as he steadied himself. “I wasn’t expecting your boy hole to be so hungry. I want you to relax a little bit more. And, since I’m already in here, we’re going to try a little bit of thrusting to see how you like it.” Again, I protested. I said, “Daddy, I think it’s time for a condom now.” He had other plans. “Shh, son, It’s OK. I have a special surprise for you that you can’t get if we use a condom. And since I kind of slipped in, I’m already dripping my daddy juice inside of you. A condom wouldn’t do much at this point.” He said all of this as he kept one hand on my lower back, and the other still on his dick, holding it there, with just its tip swallowed in my hole. I had to admit. Having his cock inside me, completely raw, leaking his sticky pre-cum into my hole, was turning me on very much. With one hand I began to stroke my cock again, and I gave my consent. “Daddy, I like the way it feels with your skin on mine. I’m OK to take you bareback.” I sensed the delight. I felt it in his voice as he said, “Good boy. Daddy doesn’t like condoms very much anyway, and I’m glad you’re willing to do a little extra to make this a good trip.” I could feel it in other ways, too. His tip was bulging even more, stretching my hole once again. “But get your hand off your prick. I’ll tell you when it’s your turn.” I began to have some second thoughts about having this man's prick inside my hole. I thought maybe I should ask him if he was negative, but then I thought about how far he'd come, and how much I really did want to please him. I reassured myself that he probably was clean, even as my cock throbbed at the notion of a chance that he might not be. He asked me how I was feeling, and I told him that I was relaxing and ready to move on. He pushed his cock in a little bit further, and as I moaned and arched my back in response, he leaned over, and grabbed the tube of gel and our underwear. He shifted everything to one hand, and put the other on my hip. “Now it’s really important that you relax. I’m going to pull my daddy dick out, and I don’t want to hurt you.” I breathed out as he withdrew. I could feel my sphincter open and then close as his tip traveled back out. He told me to get on the bed, on my hands and knees. As I did, he got on the bed on his knees behind me. He put my shorts up to his face and took a deep breath in. Then, he put more lube on his cock. Grabbing his briefs in one hand, he used the other to bring his mushroom once again to my hole. He leaned over, shoving his shorts in my face. “I want you to hold these up here, so you can get a nice smell of what you’re taking.” With one hand, I took them, doing as I was instructed. I used the other to brace myself against the bed. “We’re still going slow for a little bit more, just to make sure I can get in there without causing too much pain. Are you ready?” At first, he didn’t seem to be waiting for a response; he just slowly pushed his tip back inside me. But he waited. Remembering that daddy liked it when I was verbal, I moaned at him. “I’m ready for you to put all eight inches inside me and take my virginity. And I’m glad we’re doing this raw, so your daddy juices can get all over my hole and help to lube it up.” It worked. I could feel him throbbing harder than ever, if only an inch inside me. “You’re a really good boy. I’m going to reward you for being so good. Daddy has a special gift to give his son.” Slowly, inch by inch, he slid his cock inside me. He stopped and pulled back a few times, re-inserting slightly deeper each time, until his hips were pressed firmly against my butt, and I had swallowed all eight inches of his manhood. “The lessons are over, boy,” he said. “I’ve made you feel good, now I want you to help your daddy feel good.” With his entire length inside me, I dropped his briefs to the bed. He noticed, grabbed mine again, and took another sharp inhale. I lowered my body, planting my face right into his shorts and arching my back, ready to give him what he wanted. The smell of his crotch filled my lungs and made me harder and harder. He began to thrust, slowly and with the whole length of this tool at first. But his pace gradually quickened, and his strokes got shorter. He was groaning, and his cock remained deep within me. He was using short thrusts, barely withdrawing before re-entering. Suddenly, he stopped. “Son, I’m very close to cumming. What you you want daddy to do with his cum?” Once again, I was abruptly aware that this was the first time that we’d met in person, and here he was, with his unwrapped daddy dick, balls deep inside my hole, ready to unload and leave behind a generous helping of his DNA. Here he was talking about giving me a gift… I could only think this meant the virus. This made me a little nervous, as I realized I still had time to ask daddy to pull his cock out and still avoid taking the fair majority of this stranger’s seed. I moved my weight to my knees, and with my arms I reached behind me to grab onto his ass. Just as I was about to turn over my shoulder and ask him to shoot on my chest, I could hear - or rather, feel - a guttural moan originate in his belly, which was now firmly against the small of my back. At that point, I knew I’d spent too long thinking about it. There was no asking him to stop at this point. His hips flexed as he thrusted every one of his eight inches into my body. From inside, I could feel the mushroom tip of daddy’s dick swell, while his semen flowed down the shaft of his cock and released, flooding my insides. Nervous sweat pooled on my brow as I realized that, at this point, I simply had to take daddy’s fat, creamy wad. Like it or lump it, his DNA was now in my body in a big way. “Good boy. Goooood boy,” he groaned while releasing his jizz. “I thought you were going to ask me to pull out, and I’m very pleased that you didn’t. Your tight little hole was too irresistible not to seed.” I thought about telling him about my hesitation, but I had to be honest with myself. Just as badly as he wanted to plant it, I wanted to take it. And that thought was bringing me over the edge, as I began stroking my cock with his big, dripping man meat still inside me. “That’s it, son, feel my prick stretching your hole while you stroke out some boy seed.” He handed me his ripe underwear. “I want you to drop your load in these, so I have something to remember you by once I head out of town.” As I came to the brink, he whispered in my ear. “Yes son, tighten your ass around my cock while you cum.” He began to pull out as I shot a few ribbons of cum into his briefs. “You just milked out even more of my daddy juice. Now I am going to tell you about that surprise.” I fell back, on my back, on the bed naked. He sat up and put his briefs on and laid next to me. “Son, I know I said that I was clean. I thought you might not have let me have your virgin hole if you knew. But I have HIV and I stopped taking my meds about two months ago, right when we first planned to meet up. So that load you just took, it was charged.” My eyes bulged as I took in the news. Just like that, the first man ever to put his cock inside me had quietly bred his disease into me. But oddly, rather than be upset, I could feel my cock start to throb again. I was glad to be host to daddy’s toxic seed, and to be initiated into the club. My groins ached for more. “Daddy, I want to make sure your trip was worth it. Maybe you should give me another load to be sure.”
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I'm going to basement sauna thursday, friday and saturday (29th/30th/31st) from around 15:00pm til whenever (£9.50 entry before 16:00, always around 30+ guys there). Will take on all comers, although poz guys are HIGHLY preferred. If you're around, please come fill me up Been a few times the past month and most of the guys seem to use condoms, it's really putting me off. I need some real barebackers to make me feel like a slut again! Small dicks and fast cummers are much loved. I don't enjoy being fucked for a long time, prefer to bounce around from guy to guy for quick pump n dumps. I hope some guys from here come join me, especially poz but whatever happens, happens! Will mostly be in the gloryhole booth (sucking cock and maybe putting my hole against the hole ahaha) and the dark room (with the cushioned long seat against the back wall, next to the swing room) Thanks guys, hope to meet you there!
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What's up guys- Looking for guys close to Pikeville KY for some uninhibited fun. Who's around?
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Undetectables Stop Telling Me It Is Safe To Fuck You...
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For the longest time, I've been obsessed with swallowing as much cum as I could. I cannot think of anything more relaxing to me than a mouthful of cum after a bad day, stress at work, or just plain boredom. From my late teens throughout my 20s, I was constantly preoccupied with where my next load will be coming from. I've skipped work, canceled meetups with friends, and even missed flights just because I was promised a load or was presented with an opportunity to suck some dick. I must have swallowed more than a gallon of cum by now. On the cusp of turning 30, I think I'm ready to take it to the next level. I need to get bred. On Halloween weekend, I have invited a few of my regulars to a party and said I had a surprise for them. Nearly all of these guys have fucked my ass, but I have always made it a point for them to stop when they were close so I could swallow. Not anymore. Since this will be my first time, I have a couple of questions to ensure maximum fun. 1. What is the best position to ensure that the cum I will be getting doesn't spill out? I want to "collect" as much cum in my hole as I possibly can. 2. If a guy shoots in my ass and then the next guy fucks me, is spillage a big risk? What should I do to minimize the mess? I don't want to waste the cum dripping down my legs, or worse, on the floor. 3. Is tightness a factor? And with that I mean, if I go for a marathon fuck, of course my hole will loosen after a while. Should I go for a cocksucking session instead with a breeding only when they're close? 4. I'm thinking of using a butt plug after the last load to "lock" all the cum in, and enjoy the fullness for a while. Will this work? Maybe in the future I won't have to worry about the spillage and just enjoy the breeding, but this will be my first time so I want to enjoy the feeling of being filled with cum. Any help would be appreciated!
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Mentoring A Young, Wanna-Be Cumdumpster
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I've been mentoring a young man who, at 18, has decided to strive to be a cumdumpster, and I've decided to share the text of a recent email I sent him because I thought others might find my advice useful as well. Your comments are welcome. My email to the boy: Well, that's good. But remember, to be a true cumdump requires work. I have a lot of guys who fuck me regularly; many are married men. Married guys are the most dependable about showing up for sex. Here's why. Married men and guys with girlfriends often don't have a lot of flexibility with their availability. But, if you really make extra effort to accommodate their schedule and make it as easy as possible for them, they will almost always show up for sex. A lot of my married regulars allow time in the morning, before they get to their job, to stop at my place to start their day off with fucking. Of course, this often means that these end up being quick pump-and-dump sessions. But that is cool with me. There's been more than a few mornings when I've gotten fucked and bred by a six or more guys in the early morning within 1-1/2 to 2 hours. So, keep this in mind: if you work with their schedule to be available when it suits them, are able to host them, and are consistent, they will quickly become regulars. They'll learn fast that you are a throat and ass that they can fuck frequently if you make it as easy as possible for them and to accommodate their routine, not yours. I've given up sleep to make sure my throat and ass are available for married guys when it best suits their schedule. As I said earlier, since they typically don't have a lot of flexibility with the days/time they have to fuck you, by going out of your way to make your holes available on THEIR schedule, they are guaranteed, reliable fuckers who will show up every time to use your holes. This is not theory. This is my personal experience and I've been making myself available for married men for many years. For example, if you have a married guy whose schedule allows him to stop every week only on, say Monday and Tuesday mornings because his driving route to work on those days means he'll be traveling close to where you live, he will absolutely make sure he stops to fuck you both those mornings if you make sure you are ALWAYS available on those mornings. Since those are the only mornings of his weekly schedule when he can fuck you, he will show up, guaranteed. In fact, he will look forward to those mornings and your ass will soon be on his calendar to fuck every Monday and Tuesday morning, week after week. So, a good rule to follow is always try to accommodate a guy's availability to fuck you. The more you make your schedule secondary to his, whether he's straight, bi, married, curious, whatever, the more likely his cock and loads will end up inside you. Make it as easy and as uncomplicated as possible for them and I'm telling you, they will fuck you every week, one or more times every week. If you truly want to be a cumdump, you MUST make the necessary effort required to establish a stable of regulars. Remember, these men are guaranteed breeders. Then, you can supplement your weekly breedings by having a group of fuckbuds that you build up over time who are as interested as you are in getting laid regularly. Additionally, if you're able to find and attend fuck parties in your area regularly/monthly, this is another resource for making sure you get fucked as often as possible by as many different men as possible. Finally, keep in mind that, as a cumdumpster, to many men, you are nothing more than a couple of holes to fuck and unload in. So, accept that and you'll excel at being a cum depository. In my case, even working a full-time job, I still manage to get fucked at least a dozen times every week. At this point, because of the effort I've put in over the long haul, getting fucked by at least a dozen different men every week is quite normal for me. But I've put in the time and effort and consistent focus on what I must do to get the amount of sex I want. Hope you find some of this advice helpful. Always be receptive to learning from what other guys' experience has taught them. One more thing that a lot of Bottoms never consider is this: Don't be a selfish, overly-competitive Bottom. Quite the opposite. Make the effort to network with other local Bottoms in your area. "Why?," you ask. Because you can help each other out and actually be references for each other. For example, there will be times when you just aren't available to get fucked when a potential breeder wants to fuck you. But, if you can recommend one of your Bottom buds for him because your friend is available on a day or time when you aren't, and your Bottom friends reciprocate by also recommending your ass when they aren't available to get fucked, you'll get cock that otherwise may not have bred you. Network with local Bottoms in your area to work as a team so that very few cocks get away from you and your Bottom friends. Throw cock their way that you're unavailable to service and they'll do the same for you. This way, you both win and get cock and loads that otherwise would've gotten away. Sorry for writing a novel-length message, but I always like to share my experience and wisdom with young guys who say they wanna be a cumdumpster. Achieving this takes work, but it's worth it. At least it has been worth it for me. But remember, once becoming a cumdumpster, you still must do the necessary work to maintain your cumdumpster status. So, your efforts never really end if you want to continue being a couple of holes that many men fuck and unload in regularly. I've included a couple pix of the young, wanna-be cumdumpster. Thanxxx for reading!
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Looking for tops to stop by and drop a load this morning. Anon dump n go raw black hole for your use. Kik - rawblackhole
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Ever since I was young I knew that I liked men. Hairy chests were always a turn on for me and if the man had both tats and fur I couldn’t stop staring. In fact this combination is exactly what got me into trouble. You know how it is when one tries to steal a peek at a guy at the pool or at the club lockers. Checking out the guy's package, admiring his hairy body and then fantasizing about him later. Even when on Tumbler I was always found myself dreaming I would actually meet such a guy - one who would fuck me raw, making me his, and turning me into the pig I knew I was destined to become. Hell, I had just turned 19 and had never admitted this to anyone, but man, my hormones demanded I get it on with the right man. My parents belonged to the local country club and the membership included a club gym to which I had the right to utilize, and as I wanted the type of muscular frame that my ideal man would have, I resolved to work-out on a regular basis. And so I did. Over the course of time my arms grew somewhat, but I didn't really pack-on the muscles and, of no less annoyingly, my body was still as hairless as when I was a kid. Most of the time when I was in the gym, the place was virtually empty, even more so during the fall and winter months when the desk was not occupied in the afternoon. It always struck me as odd the gym would be open if there was no staff, but I suppose management concluded the members had paid quite a fee to belong to the country club, and members should, therefore, have 24 x 7 access to the gym, regardless of whether or not the place was staffed. One evening I had gone over to work out and as usual I started on the treadmill. As I was finishing up a guy I didn't recognize came into the gym. We exchanged nods, I continued on with my routine, and he went over to the weight area and started to work out. I could tell that he put time into his body: he had a perfect V frame, his arms were perfectly proportional, and I noticed he had several tats which, of course got me looking even more closely. One tattoo was of a pin up girl with the a skull face, and barbed wire wound around his bicep. Damn. Very, very nice. I tried not to stare. I really, really did try not to. I could be wrong, but I got the impression he glanced over at me a couple of times, I'm fairly sure he never registered when I was taking in the view. Anyhow, we both continued to work out that day. He finished-up before I did, and we parted ways. I looked for him on subsequent visits to the gym, but as I didn't see him, I thought to myself 'Well, at least I'll have some good jerk-off memories', which of course I did. Like any other teenager I didn’t give it another thought. A couple months later it was December, and, because Christmas was around the corner, only the fitness center and the restaurant were open at the club, and not surprisingly, the fitness center was virtually empty - except for me. Until today, that was, when I was over by the power rack, headphones on and lifting weights oblivious to the fact that not only was someone else in the room but he was standing right next to me. In fact I jumped slightly when I noticed him. "Sorry, man, do you need someone to spot you?" the newcomer asked. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention so I didn't notice you," trying discretely to check him out. I may have hoped he didn’t notice but I think he did. "Hi, I'm Jeff," he said. "Mike," I replied, thinking to myself 'Fuck would I like him to use me and bareback, of course'. I had been on sites like Breeding Zone and TIM Fuck Roulette and knew condoms were not in my future, EVER. I wanted to be bred and used raw. I wanted a hairy man with a big cock to wreck me for good. “Do you want me to help you?” he repeated. I stammered and asked him to repeat what he had just asked. He told me that he has seen me working out in here before and thought he could help me build some muscle. We chatted for a bit more, and then he gave me an assist with my workout that was amazing. It really makes a difference to exercise with someone who knows the drill. Afterwards we cleaned-up and dressed, and to my surprise Jeff suggested we grab a bite to eat, and somehow after that we ended up back at his apartment, ostensibly so he could give me some exercises to help my muscle growth. I know. Like everyone who is reading this story, I knew Jeff was going to fuck the shit out of me, AND HE DID! I am sorry it is taking me a bit to write this tale, but my cock bleeds every time I cum. I know that this is in the fiction section but I felt this was the best place to write this. You see, Jeff has kept me as his boy since we met last December. I have not seen my parents since Christmas of last year. It is now October of the following year and in that time he has taught me so much. I have learned I am a bottom and a PIG BOTTOM at that. I love having him fuck me and blow his seed up my willing hole. Jeff also allows his friends to use me but he insists they also must use me raw. You see, Jeff has taught me that if I wanted to look like him I needed to live his life. You guessed it: Jeff is HIV poz, and in fact is technically full blown, I figured that out when I saw the tat on Jeff's lower abdomen (right above his cut, eight inch cock, I might add). You know the tat. I might add Jeff has taught me how to build my muscles using steroids. I know they are bad for me but at this point it doesn’t matter and a shrunken cock doesn’t bother me. Let me know if you want to know more of what is happening to me
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I am heading to my first Cum Union event while on vacation in January Which is going to be the better location? Fort Lauderdale or San Francisco. Will FTL be busy, I've heard January is a busy time, I expect guys getting some winter sun or is that not the case? My last visits to both these cities ended up being a bit anti-climatic. There were many flakey guys, didn't turn up, made excuses etc Any advice appreciated
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I met a guy on gayromeo a few weeks ago, but never had time to hook up, although he mentioned his address in one of our conversations, so I knew he was living in downtown Amsterdam. I was on my way to meet a friend in the city for dinner, but I was early and my friend was late, so I decided to tease gayromeo guy a bit and send him a message with my location, which I knew was about 100 meters from his house. Within a minute he asked me what I was doing there and If I wanted to drop by. I told him I could only stop by to say hello, as I expected to meet-up with my friend in about ten minutes.. So I went to this guy's house, which was only about a minute's walk away. He buzzed me in and we formally introduced ourselves. I knew from our earlier exchanges that he was in his early forties, had a big dick, was good looking, vers/top, but he far exceeded my expectations: in fact he was exceptionally handsome. I repeated my apology, explaining I didn't have time to do anything, to which he replied "That's okay," as we exchanged a couple of kisses. My dick grew instantly, as did his dick, so of course we felt each other up, and as I wanted to see his dick, I undid his trousers, even as he undid mine, but he beat me to the punch and started sucking me. After a minute or so, I withdrew from his mouth and went down on him. We ended-up cycling on and off of each other several times, but at some point I sighed, stood-up, and said "I definitely must get going, my friend will be at the restaurant any minute now," adding "which sucks, 'cause I really would like to feel your cock in my ass." With that I turned around, presenting my butt for his inspection, just to tease him, but as I did so, I reached behind myself, took hold of his dick, and rubbed his cockhead up and down my ass crack. Fortunately, although I had not actually prepped to get fucked, I was clean. And the guy, without the use of any lube, slid right into my hole, sliding in balls-deep. He made no bones of it, but just fucked me right then and there, taking only about a minute before we both blew our loads, my load blowing against the wall, as he blew his load into my ass. He withdrew, I sucked him clean, pulled up my trousers, (which had never made it past my ankles), we exchanged our a goodbye and I left, his cum deep inside my ass. I walked to the restaurant, and upon arriving, was relieved to learn my friend hadn't yet arrived. The entire exchange with the gayromeo guy, walking to his place, getting fucked, and back to the restaurant, took less then ten minutes, but it was incredibly sleazy and hot. When my friend arrived he apologized for being late. Oh, if only he knew how well I had used the time.
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I did my research and found a good piercing shop, Scorpio Body Art. It looked as if they not only provided safe piercings, but they also provided great tattoos. No appointment needed, and they were open on Sundays. Perfect. So on Sunday, my day off, I committed myself to going through with it and getting a piercing. I was gonna do it. I drove into downtown and finally saw the sign for Scorpio, but must have driven around the neighborhood a dozen times before I finally found a free parking spot about half a mile a way near the University. All the metered parking was taken, and the rest was permit only or blocked-out by a fire hydrant. Clearly I was still not used to this town. I just moved from St. Louis to Boston. I needed a fresh start since my life had changed unexpectedly: I had been devastated when I learned my boyfriend of almost five years had cheated on me. I'm a total bottom and he's vers. He would occasionally ask me to flip with him, but I couldn't do it. While I'd be rock hard as he pounded my hole (and, to be honest, a slight breeze up the back side of my shorts gave me a hard-on), topping was a different matter. It wasn't for the lack of trying or caring. I just couldn't top. No matter how hard I was, no sooner did I approach his ass than my cock would deflate. About six months ago, he stopped trying to get me to switch. I thought he finally accepted my role and was prepared to enjoy what we had, but apparently he found someone to scratch the itch I couldn't satisfy. HIs infidelity was made clear when routine blood work a month or so earlier had revealed I was HIV positive. So, I was making changes, and now I was gonna get my first piercings: my ears. I had noticed more and more guys with pierced ears, particularly here in Boston. It seemed like there were more who were pierced than who weren't: from ear studs to stretched lobes, the piercings look hot, and I was determined to also look hot. After ten minutes of walking, I finally saw the sign for Scorpio Body Arts. There was a bike chained to a street sign in the front, and a couple guys sitting in front of the falafel place next door, smoking and eating. I took a deep breath and walked in. Loud rock music filled the shop. "Welcome to Scorpio, how can we help you today?" A pudgy but pretty girl asked from behind the counter. She looked like the computer geek from NCIS. "Yes, I'd like to get my ears pierced today. It's my first time." "Oh, wonderful! We'll take good care of you. Here's a list of rates for piercings. Earlobes are forty for one, sixty-five for two. We can autoclave everything at once, and the price includes basic starter jewelry. Your piercer will help you chose pieces and answer any questions you may have, but first, I need you to fill out this form." Most of the information was basic: contact information, allergies, medications... and medical conditions. I had to lie. I couldn't say I had HIV. I can't say it. I can't write it. It's just too soon. Besides, the piercer will, regardless, be wearing gloves and be taking safety precautions. I finish the form, signed it and handed it back to the clerk. "I'll get the piercer. Please wait in the seating area, or you, if you want, you can browse the display of jewelry." I looked at the display of everything shiny that was on display, and was so immersed I was startled when a young man's voice broke my attention from the gemstone display. "You must be Dave. Come on in to the studio and we can get ready." I followed this young man into the room equipped for the piercing procedures. He closed the door behind us. The procedure room contained a doctor-style examination table, a few counters and a bunch of organizational cabinets. I sat on the table, trying to look relaxed. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was two or three inches shorter than me, about five foot, five inches tall, with a compact muscular frame. He looked the part of a body artist, with, a couple piercings in his eyebrows, a few on his ears, a septum ring, his ears had rings 3/4" wide. A couple tattoos came up from his collarbones up his neck and had a sleeve tattoo. His hair was a cropped mohawk, I guess that's how one would describe it, very tightly buzzed on the sides and about an inch tall in the center in a strip about an inch and a half wide. He grinned brightly. He was missing one of his front teeth, but his puppy-soft brown eyes made it unnoticeable. "I'm Bryn. I'll be doing your piercing procedure today. So you want earlobe piercings? Any style that specifically interests you?" He watched me intently, he probably noticed I was watching him intently. "Like the captive rings. I think I want to stretch after a while, I think that might look hot." Bryn grinned at that. "Let me see what we can do." Bryn started looking for the right jewelry. "I like to start with a 14 gauge, 1/2 inch diameter..,." His fingers were walking through the small drawers. "I was away for a week and a half and the other piercer got everything mixed up." As he bent over to check some of the lower drawers, I admired the top of his lightly fuzzy crack that peeked from between his jeans and tee shirt. "What made you want to get pierced today?" "Well, a lot has changed. A bad breakup. I just moved to the area for a fresh start, and I want to do something for myself. I'm really just starting to get used to Boston. It took me half an hour to find parking!" "I hear you. I cycle in when the weather is good, I get to park right up front. Sorry about the breakup. It always sucks. My girl just dumped me too. All for the better. She turned into a nag. I was about to kick her to the curb, but she saved me the trouble." Bryn stood back up and smiled, "I found everything we need. We can change the color, and this size fits two sizes of beads," showing me the jewelry he had selected which was in the palm of his hand. "I kinda like the bigger balls." I said with a smirk as we made eye contact. "And I like blue... Or blurple! Let's do that." Bryn started to assemble the pieces, swiftly anodized the color and placed everything in a cartridge to autoclave. It took fifteen minutes, and as we waited he gave me the details of the procedure and aftercare. "If things get irritated, make some chamomile tea and place the teabags on the area. It can really help." "I've never been teabagged like that before." I replied, with an even more intent smirk. He caught my play, and returned my smirk. "There's room for a lot of firsts!" Bryn commented, and then asked "So, do you have any questions about the piercings at this point?" "Kinda. My ears can be a little sensitive. Do they get more sensitive as they stretch, like yours?" "I do feel them more. My girl actually was grossed out by them, so if you're wondering about that. I don't know. We got 12 more minutes. Would you want to feel my earlobes? You know. Strictly for a professional understanding?" My heart just jumped. This hottie, Bryn just asked me to feel his earlobes? I stood up and pretended to play cool. "I guess if I can help out some." And I slowly lifted my hand up his torso, making sure to feel his tummy and chest. He didn't have a six pack, but he did feel very solid. A brief brush against his pec felt very firm. I guided my fingers up to his ear and started to caress along the hoop. "No, silly. If we're going to find out, we gotta do for reals" Bryn sat his hand behind my neck and pulled me in to his right side and I started to kiss his neck and licked and nibbled to his ear. Bryn's breath seized and his whole body stiffened. He regained control and continued to guide my mouth around his ear. "I guess it did get more sensitive!" I started to pull away and we were both panting. We looked at each other and laughed. "Well, that's one ear, we need to see about the other!" I said brazenly. "Yeah, we do, but, I want to try it a little differently." He grabbed my hand and maneuvered me behind him. I took his cue and leaned over to start nibbling on the left side of his neck. He moaned in approval. I continued up his neck, and we started shifting around for more contact. I heard something fall, Bryn must have bumped into a box of supplies or something. Suddenly I feel Bryn's hand moving toward my jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and started rubbing my dick through my briefs. I moaned and started sucking on his neck and ear even more aggressively. My left arm wrapped around him and my hand began to grope his solid belly. I opened my eyes and saw Bryn grab a lubricant, it looks like what he uses to slide tight jewelry in, and squeezed some into his hand. He managed to pull my briefs down and started to stroke my hardon behind his back. My right hand crawled up his side and I caressed his pec as he stroked me. Leaning down to nibble a chew on his ear was straining my neck so I spread my legs apart and pulled him in tighter. I started fucking his hand and we were moaning uncontrollably. Bryn squeezed more of that jewelry lubricant on his hand and continued to let me fuck his hand. He turned his head so we could kiss. His hand clamped down on my dick and sent me deeper into lust. I started pushing harder into him and I tightened my arms around him. He felt perfect, he fit in my arms, his waist and chest fit into me, it felt like we were perfectly pressed into one another. Where my pleasure ends and his began didn't matter, we were one. I started bucking into him, I was about to come. He could tell. With his left hand, Bryn pulled my head to kiss him as deep as I could, and suddenly I just released. I started to shoot the hardest load I have ever shot. Bryn was panting and leaned over the examining table. I looked down. At some point I slipped into him, I had started fucking Bryn. I was still inside him. I bred him. I didn't know what to think. That fuzzy muscular ass was wrapped around my dick. My cock twitched inside him twice and I felt a little more cum ooze into him. The autoclave beeped. It was done. Bryn reached down to pull his jeans back up and switched back into professional mode. "Well, as we said, lots of firsts! Never done that before. Now let's wash up and prepare to make you shiny!" Within five minutes, breathe and pinch, and I had new earrings! "Now, call or stop by if you have any problems!" I grabbed a pen and slip of paper from the counter and scribbled my number on it. "If you want to check up on me, just let me know, too." I winked at Bryn. He opened the door to the studio and let me out. "Will do!" He smirked back. I paid the receptionist and left a $30 tip. She smiled and said, "They look great, you're almost glowing!" "Thanks!" I said as I left Scorpio. Glowing for sure. Oh no. I lied on the paperwork.
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