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I'd been cruising this guy off A4A for over a year, but had never been able to connect. The whole thing was mysterious from the start...he began by saying, "If only you knew.....what I could do with you". That was enough right there to get my blood boiling! Over the months, we talked by phone and I discovered he is neg. At first I thought he might be a "chaser", but we finally met about 3 months ago and used a vaginal film for his protection. For some reason, he douched and douched and still wasn't clean, and was so tight I could have sharpened pencils with his ass! We parted, both feeling like it just wasn't gonna happen. He turned out to be a little overweight, not my usual type... but we left it open. Last night he called to say he'd returned from Europe and wanted to see me. I hadn't had my quota of orgasms for the day yet, so "why not?" He looked thinner, happier, and healthier. My thoughts became twisted...I remembered earlier conversations which hinted at something deeper. He used the film and I penetrated. He must have been willing, as it was one of the sweetest fucks ever... I knew already I'd have to come many times in his hot neg hole, and that I'd probably FILL HIM UP with my poz cum.... I did. Through various chambers, twists, canals, and right to the prostate we fucked...me dropping loads all along the way as I went...being careful not to have them "blow out" of me as they can, rather letting them ooze out into his body and hungry hole. We fucked for hours, and he told me he wanted my cum....wanted to have all of it. I mentioned my fantasy about fucking someone while he slept, and he said that that was HIS number one fantasy!!! I couldn't believe I was hearing correctly. When I asked him for details, I became certain that he wanted me to dominate him and use his ass for my pleasure, which is what I was doing anyway. I told him my idea as well, and he took some "G" to get some rest. About half an hour into it, he became very heavy. His body was propped up on pillows, dog-style, ass in air as I fucked him deeply. I noticed him going in and out, as I had taken a little too to follow what it did to him. I knew that if I got a little drowsy that he would be very sleepy, not being used to it. Our mutual fantasy came true. Within about 5 minutes he was cutting Z's, snoring, as I fucked him just as I wanted to...with total control, the way I like it. I fucked him that way for about 30 minutes before he started coming in and out of awareness, still very heavy to move about. I had dropped several more loads, at the thrill of using his ass for my pleasure and at pozzing a neg hole! We went on for a long time after that, and I blew as many loads as I could into his hungry ass, knowing that I would not have another chance to poz him for a long time; his 20 y.o. boyfriend was arriving today and he would be monogamous. If I have anything to do with it they both will be over here getting their neg asses filled with my cum. Of course I have already planted the seeds!
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Really not so much to report. Like I said, was just planning on visiting a bud of mine......have known him for about 8 years. He's strictly a suit-and-tie guy.....seldom makes the club scene......real good guy but very conservative (often wondered how he managed to get his bug....but he doesn't talk about it). Anyway, he recently moved into this great high-rise......very deluxe...rents from $1000 and up.......the health club, pool....they even have a secure wine cellar for residents, etc. The plan was just a quiet weekend...go out for some good meals, a show, and do some cuddling and fluid exchanges (he DOES get into watersports too).......just a laid back weekend. Like I said, where he lives is the upscale gay capital of Cleveland......nothing weird like San Francisco or other gay meccas....just enough gays that you can show a little affection in public without any problems and the local eateries & bars are all gay friendly.....even though most gay of them still have a straight clientele too.....pretty nice area. The rents are high enough that most of the younger guys share 2 to 4 to an apartment. Again, the prices are high enough that there aren't any sleazes. My bud has met some of the guys in the building and most on his floor. I had only been there a little while when a guy from down the hall stopped-in to invite my bud down for drinks...he and his roomies were having a party. So we went down and it was all pretty civilized......nice furniture, music not to loud and real drinks (ooooo....vodka martinis...love em). Maybe 18-20 guys in all.....a little flirting and kissing going on but this wasn't going to be a sling session for sure! But it was a good time and we mingled and had a nice time. There were guys 18, a couple in their 30s, and most early 20s. And some other people from the building coming and going. We would have stayed but we were HUNGRY so we made to go but the guys said to be sure and come back. Had a nice Chinese meal, drove around and talked and headed back and decided to check the party. It had loosened up some but still no riot.....heh, these were high-class queers!. (really, a nice bunch of guys). But I think they had planned to "shock" us (ahahahaha). As everybody had more to drink, there was more making out in the living room, on the balcony, etc. but the guys who wanted to get down to it would slip away into a bedroom. But it was like at a pre-arranged signal one of them starts making noise about "needing some" and who was going to do him.....it was like everybody was waiting to see what the reaction would be from the "new guys". So I just gave him a "I'll take some of that", reached for his crotch, gave it a good grab and started to work on his buttons (he was wearing 501s...just tight enough). Then gave him "is here Ok or do you want to go to the bedroom?" I didn't wait for him to answer, just steered him towards a bedroom with my hand on his butt real hard. Went in, closed the door and you could hear all the laughing and cheers from the living room. It was like somebody had yelled "orgy time": everybody had enough to drink by then to really take off with a little push. The guy I had in the bedroom was maybe 23 or 24........maybe 5'11"......about 155.....longish sandy hair. Nice kid....looked like a real preppie. Pushed him down on the bed, finished with his buttons, let it flop out and went down on it before he knew what was going on. He seemed sort of surprised (surprise!!!!!) but got REAL hard. Had a nice cock...not too long....not too thin.....nice head on it. Gave him my best treatment for a while and he was dripping precum before long. He was sitting on the corner of the bed with me on the floor on my knees. I got Willie out and worked him up good, then got up quick and pushed the dude back and before he knew what was going on got Willie down his throat.....but he didn't mind much. Can't say he was the world's best cocksucker, but OK. A little of that and I pulled his jeans off the rest of the way, grabbed him under the knees and lifted his legs & butt...and buried my face and tongue in there. He hadn't had THAT done to him before!!!!!! About this time, somebody opened the door for a look and before long more of the guys were coming for a look and a chant of "do it" broke out. It was nice....at that second you tell that we went from the new guys that they were wondering about to being accepted.....and they all lost what ever inhibitions they had.......it turned into a real party. Worked out good....the guys who were into the scene filled the bedrooms....the guys who weren't stayed in the living room & made out and nobody much cared. The guys in our bedroom were stripping down.....one guy who must have been somebody to the kid I was doing came over and slid his dick in his mouth while I was working on the other end...then somebody came over and started playing with THAT guy etc. The lights had been on, but somebody switched them off and more or less everybody was doing everybody else. It was kind of different....I have been to scenes where lots of guys who never met before stuck it to any hole they could find....but all the time I was thinking that heh, these guys all know each other......friends for a while....maybe work with each other. And while a lot of them had gone one-on-one with each other, I think it was probably the first group action they had ever seen (wonder how things went the day after...lol). Anyway, I had had plenty to drink too (no drugs anywhere there).......but I remember giving the first guy a royal reaming.....plain old from the front with his legs over my shoulders.....while he was sucking on guys, they were watching, jacking on him, sucking each other.....a real friendly group. I was having a good time.......just a straight fuck and shot a dandy good load of poz juice in #1. I went on to sucking a couple others after that.....saw at least one other guy back doing my guy...using my charged juice for a nice slick ride. If my life depended on it I couldn't tell you who I did what to. Guys came and went into the room....at one point I went to the john and was glad to see my bud getting sucked-off on the sofa.....and another major scene going on in the other bedroom. Sorry....no stories of kink, perversion, sm or anything else....just a bunch of dudes having a great nite. I didn't see a rubber the entire night.....and wondered why. Guess it was just a different culture than I'm used to......think these guys thought everybody they know is clean......or had just enough to drink to stop thinking. Most of these guys didn't even smoke.....it was kind of a rush because after a while, instead of the place smelling like cigarettes or joints, it smelled of cum and men....great! I took a break on the balcony...wanted a smoke and to talk to one cute dude who was out there. He was shorter but not a kid....at least 21 or 22. Friendly, made good conversation.....we were kissing and making out in no time......but he definitely wasn't about to do anything in front of everybody. So took him back to my buds apt.......loosened him up good with my fingers (he loved it)......he had the cutest little butt......a bubble butt and so small even for his size....I could really hold most of his butt in one hand and slip my middle finger in there. We got sort of "athletic"..........but finally settled down with him laying flat on his stomach with his legs and butt down but spread, and gave him a nice vanilla fuck. Doesn't sound like much, I know, but he was GOOD......really got into it......he could clamp his ass around my cock so tight I could lift his butt off the bed. He would completely relax and let me give him nice deep smooth strokes......the tighten up and make me work for it. Natural talent I think. Didn't rough him up much....it was just a nice fuck and I enjoyed being with such I nice dude. Was pretty tired by then, but still managed to cum up with a good load for him....felt at least 5 heavy squirts which he appreciated. I was going to suck him off as he lay there (hadn't taken a load yet all night and GOT to have my share).......but he wanted to do it standing up.....so I just sat on the edge of the bed and he did all the work.....God, he had nice moves.....very fluid....just like we were dancing.....I was holding his but in my hands but not really guiding or helping him along.....just holding that cute little butt and giving it soft, gentle strokes. He was rubbing my neck, playing with my ears....enjoyed buzzing my short hair. It was magic.....all very quiet and relaxed. He started to tense up and get ready to shoot, but I thought it wasn't going to be much since he didn't seem that worked up. But he leaned over, kissed the top of my head and very softly said "for you".....then his back arched and the most awesome, sweet hot load poured out of him. Man....I pride myself on not wasting any.....but there was so much it was running out my mouth and dripping down on my dick. Honestly, I enjoy a real "animal" experience but this was music......he was a real treat. Once he stopped spewing, he just stood perfectly still for a while with his dick in my mouth while I savored it. Then, he just sort of poured into my lap and we kissed......passing his load back and forth between us. Finally, we snapped out of it and both had the same idea.....without saying a word, we went into the shower, had a good soak and washed each other down, dried off, got dressed and walked back to the party together. I guess there wasn’t anything else to say after that. Of course, I had to find out who he was....lost track of him back at the orgy but described him to our "host" who told me his name, that he had a small studio apt on the second floor and that he had only recently moved in.......didn't have much experience but probably knew what he did from playing with his brother.....a total cutie who he had met....and who had spent a couple weekends at his bros new place. So now.....feel a little bad......want to see Craig again......worry about both him and his brother going poz............think maybe I should give it up.....but want more of that loving (and maybe a chance to do the bro too!!!!!!). Anyway....we left the party still sort of going.....guys sharing spaces on the floor and falling asleep.. In each others' arms, on the furniture.....still some wild sounds from the bedrooms. By the time we got back to my bud's apartment, we were really too tired to do anything....fell into bed, turned on the TV, and just sort of cuddled until morning. That was nice, but sort of wish I was staying with Craig instead. Haha.....of course, by morning we had our wind back and had a FINE session before breakfast. I'm mostly a top, but bottomed for him and it was good.......guess thinking about all his swimmers and bugs keeps me interested (specially the idea that it may be my bug coming back to me!!!!!). Heh....I'm sorry I got carried away and yakked so long....was sort of fun reliving it. My 18 yo leaves for college in 10 days..........he is well prepared to share with buds he meets there.....hope to still see him from time to time.....but...think Craig will help me live through and separation anxiety, don't you? It is funny.....when I was first getting started had one hell of a time finding my first "teachers" no matter how hard I looked. Now, seems I have all the luck and good things find me. Clean living? I don't know....seems like somebody is looking after me......the least I can do is make the most of it!!!!! share the gift my bro
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This is not quite a bug-chasing/gifting story, but clearly is in that direction. ********************************************************************** For some time now a young MD has been toying with me on-line. He's negative and he's intrigued by the fact that I am HIV+ and fantasizing about having raw sex with me, but he is always too afraid to cum here or to let me cum to his place ... until last night that is! The last time he toyed with me, giving me his address and phone number then freaking out at the last minute, I threatened to go to his place and rape him if he did it again. For about a week he avoided me. Every time I came on-line he quickly got off-line. The last night he got on-line and before he could leave I IM'd him and asked him if he was avoiding me. He said yes. I asked him if he were afraid of me. He said he was, but was also afraid of what he might do himself in terms of being unsafe. We talked a good while. I tried to get him to commit to meeting me. He was non-committal. He fudged. He had to run the clinic in the morning. He was on call. He had a stressful day. I bought nothing of this. I pushed. I talked dirty to him. I told him what I wanted to do to him. I could see by his responses that he was wavering in his defense. He was still afraid of me cumming in his ass or his mouth. So, I said "Well I promise you that I won't even take my 501s off let alone unbutton them." "Oh," he said." You're willing to be an oral top then." Yes," I said “I want to suck your pierced cock! I want to make you moan with pleasure." He said that he was rock hard and wanted me so badly. He said that it was too far for him to come down to mid-town. (Believe me it is less than a 20 minute ride on the train!) I told him the big lie and I said that I would come to his place since I in the neighborhood, and could be there in five minutes. HA! Got him! He relented, begging me to cum over and gave me his address again and his phone number and said he wanted to see me "right away!" I said that I was walking out the door, and I would be there in 20 minutes and signed off before he could answer. I grabbed my Tennessee Williams short story paperback and ran to the train. By good fortune there was an express train about to leave as I walked into the 42nd Street station, so I arrived at 110th Street in less than fifteen minutes and walked directly to his apartment building three blocks up. The doorman let me in and showed me the elevator. In less than a minute this stud was ringing the doorbell standing there in my gray cotton t-shirt, my 501 button fly levis, white wool socks and white sneakers. He opened the door and gasped. "What's the matter, you don't like what you see?" I asked." No," he said, "you're a fucking hot stud." I did not expect that. Frankly, this guy was hot himself. He took me immediately to the side of his bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxers. We immediately started kissing as I caressed his back and solid hot buns. Then, I knelt down in front of him pulled down those boxers and took his cock in my mouth and began to lick and suck it. He groaned. I turned him so that I could push him down on the bed. He whimpered and shook. I put his hot legs on my shoulders and started licking his toes and worked my way up to his crotch. The closer I got to his cock and ass the more he whimpered. Then I did the same with the other foot and hot muscular leg and thigh. He was ready to scream! I pushed his legs in the air and thrust my tongue in that hot quivering ass! He started calling upon his maker! I kept deliberately tongue fucking him only stopping to call him a fucking pig slut and other endearing names. "Oh, God" he moaned repeatedly. "Fucking pig!" I emphasized. I continued to tongue fuck him and chew on that sweet, sweet asshole for over an hour, alternating between that and sucking his pierced cock. He was close. So I came up for air. HA! He excused himself and went in to the bathroom. I lay down sideways on the bed with my feet touching the floor my legs spread apart facing the bathroom door. I pulled my gray t-shirt out of my 510s just up to the bottom of my rib cage and pushed the 501s down just a bit exposing my light hairy stomach. As he came out of the bathroom I was caressing my stomach with one hand, the other rested on my chest. He fell down on his back beside me. I turned my face to him and he turned to me and put his arm over me and we began a long passionate kiss, his hand caressing my exposed stomach ... very lightly and gently. My cock became rock hard and bulged in my 501s. Each time his hand reached to the top of my 501s he would put a finger down the inside. Finally, he touched the tip of my soggy wet manhood and moved a finger around under the foreskin. I was in ecstasy. I was hot and throbbing. Suddenly he sat up and pulling his legs up underneath him he turned himself so that he was facing across my body below the level of my waist. He started to undo the military belt buckle. I feebly protested and touched his hand. "No, please, let me do this." I wanted him. I knew now that I would have him. He could not resist and I knew it. He unbuttoned the buttons on my fly and pulled my 501s open exposing my throbbing 7x5 uncut infected cock. He leaned over and his mouth took the full length of my shaft and his lips pressed against my crotch. I moaned. "Please stop! I'm close!" I pulled his mouth off my cock. He pleaded with me! "Please Daddy, please, this is what I want. I want to drink your fuckin’ load of cum. I want to taste it! Please don't keep it from me. Please let me have it!" It was the most erotic scene I have ever been in. I was so unbelievably aroused by this whole thing. I had him exactly where I wanted him. I knew this would happen. I laid back and his warm mouth engulfed me and he sucked my hot throbbing meat until I engorged this hot poz jizz down his warm and eager throat. He swallowed several times. He was shaking he was so excited. I must have shot a huge creamy load. When he finally took his mouth from my cock we kissed passionately for a long time. Then I sat up and, kneeling on the floor, pulled his legs around my torso, leaned over and sucked his cock long and hard until he shot a big wad of thick, sweet cum in my mouth. It was wonderful. There was so much that some spilled out of my mouth on to his blond hairy belly and I licked-up the spilled load. He sat up and we kissed passionately. Three hours had gone by. It was time for me to get back down-town. I took the bus back. I wanted to savor the memory of that erotic scene. Later that night I sent him an email saying how much I had enjoyed myself and hoped that he would not have any morning after regrets about what we had done. This is the reply I received from him in the morning. “I have no regrets. It was an incredibly erotic moment. I did exactly what I wanted to do. We WILL play again. Sometime soon....”
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When my boy and I went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we made a pit stop at my favorite bookstore from when I was in High School, and after taking dozens of POZ loads earlier this year, my boy wound up fucking my Dad through a gloryhole. Once he knew who it was loading his ass, my Dadchickened out, and we neither one got to shoot our cum up my Dad’s hole again, until we went back for Christmas. The night we arrived, I managed to get Dad pretty hammered on some spiked eggnog. He retired to bed early, but my boy and I stayed up a bit later, plotting how to get my Dad’s trousers off and our cocks in his ass. My boy seemed game for anything, so I mentioned that I remembered my Dad almost always got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water from the kitchen and a piss. I fell asleep, but my boy stayed up to keep watch, watching some raw porn on his laptop with the sound turned off. Sure enough, around 3AM, the door of my parents’ bedroom creaked open and my boy roused me gently, then snuck out to the hallway. My Dad was letting a stream of piss fly, with his bathrobe casually drawn over his shoulders. My boy snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s paunchy waist. Daddy jumped a bit and piss went everywhere. Ever the one to please, my boy went down to his knees and licked the fresh piss off my Dad’s crotch and legs. I heard my Dad whisper, “No, not here. Let’s go downstairs…” “Whatever you say, Daddy,” my boy replied. I waited until they were down the steps and into the kitchen to follow. I held back in the dining room, and hid behind a half-opened door to watch. Dad mixed two cocktails as my boy ran his hands all over Daddy’s fleshy torso, managing to get his robe to fall to the floor. “How long have you been getting fucked,” my boy asked. “Since I followed my son once to the bookstore when he was in High School. He blew me once through the hole and never knew it was me. I guess I got sort of hooked.” “And what about taking strangers’ cum? When did that start?” “To be honest, I always make the guys bag up. You’ve gotta trust that their cum is clean, or you could get sick.” “Ahhh…” My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. My boy was seducing my father just feet away from me. “Would you take my load again?” my boy asked. “Sure. You guys play safe usually right?” “Oh yeah. All the time…” My boy neglected to mention the sex parties, taking loads in mensrooms all over the East Coast, and NEVER allowing anyone topping him to wear a rubber. I estimated that between the two of us, we’d taken at least forty loads, and at least a dozen knowingly POZ ones. As the felt each other up, and my Dad worked my boy’s tenting briefs down to his ankle, he asked, “When were you lasted tested?” “About nine months ago. It was clean.” Finally an honest answer. “I want you so bad,” my Dad panted as he lowered himself down and wrapped his mustachioed mouth around my boy’s stiff leaking cock, impressively getting most of my boy’s cock down his throat. My boy spread his legs a little, and held his hand out for my Dad to spit in so he could start lubing his ass and playing with it. I guess at heart, my boy will always be a piggy bottom, but this was a special occasion. Pozzing my Dad got him harder and drippier than I had seen in a long time. They switched places, and my boy inhaled Daddy’s dick, all the way to the root, and spread his legs wide apart so he could start loosening up my Dad’s hole for the coming onslaught. “Think my son will be jealous?” Daddy snickered. “Oh no. I’m sure he’ll approve. You’ll just have to put out for him later to make it even…” “Sounds fair enough,” he panted. My boy went into overdrive, blowing Daddy’s fat stiffy for all he was worth. It was all I could to slow down my own jerking so I would cum too soon. My Dad grunted, “Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum!” but my boy kept right at it until Daddy’s body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. My boy was rewarded with a mouthful of NEG Daddy spooge, and he looked up at my Dad, smiling, with jism leaking out of his cocksucking lips. He stood up and gave my Dad an aggressive tongue-fucking, filling my Dad’s mouth with his own cum. “Don’t swallow that, Daddy. Cum makes the best lube.” He winked. My Dad snowballed his cum back into my boy’s mouth and turned around, leaning over the kitchen counter, spreading his hairy asscheeks so his chute was easier to get at. My boy went back to his knees and spit globs of cum onto his asshole, and started to finger them inside. One glistening finger up Daddy’s tight hole, then two, then three. My Dad was bucking as this treatment, and after spitting on his drippy cock, my boy lunged forward. No mercy. He slammed all of his long narrow dick all the way inside Daddy’s tunnel in one thrust. Daddy was whimpering. My boy told him, “Shhh! You don’t want to wake the whole house do you? Then, they’d all want a piece of your ass.” After a minute or two of pounding, my boy slowed down, and I could tell he was getting close to loading my Dad’s ass with his long-untested questionable load deep into my father’s willing NEG ass. He whispered, “Where do you want my load, Daddy?” “Give it to me! I’m a man. I can take it.” My boy thrust forward and I could tell he was whitewashing my Dad’s insides. That was only the second time I had seen my boy breed an ass. I shot my load all over my hand, and fed myself my own questionable load. With the first pause since they began their lovemaking, my Dad whispered, “Did you cum?” “Oh yeah. I loaded your ass real deep.” My boy backed his dick out of my Dad’s used cummy ass, and I could see, briefly, my Dad’s loosened pucker with a dick-sized hole in it, and a flood of gooey spooge leaking out. My boy knelt down to suck his load out of Daddy’s ass. Once his face was covered with ass juice and cum, he said, “It seems like a waste, you being all warmed up like this. Let’s go wake up your son.” Dad froze. “Really, think he’ll want some old guy’s ass? His own father?” “Why the fuck not. You won’t be the oldest guy we’ve shared.” The look on my Dad’s face was priceless. I had to pull myself away from the hot sweaty scene to get back to our bedroom, where I was supposed to be sleeping. I made it under the covers just as I heard the bedroom door creak open, and my Dad and my boy giggling quietly like schoolgirls. I rolled onto my back, pretending to be asleep. I was still half hard from before, and my dick was already drippy. I heard quiet whispers and felt the sheets being pulled down, and a hairy moustache tickling the head of my dick. Daddy lowered his mouth over my cock, and gave a surprisingly decent blowjob. I moved my hands to the back of Dad’s balding head and started rocking my hips. My boy whispered, “Damn! Don’t choke the man!” By then the pretense of being asleep was pointless. “Suck that dick Dad!” I rammed my cock as far down his throat as it would go, making him gag a little. He pulled off for air, and scrambled up to my face to give me a deep tongue-lashing. I’d never kissed my Dad like that before, and it almost made me shoot my wad right then. I told him, “Get on my dick.” Dad whipped around with his back to me, and squatted over my wet cock. My boy leaned in to help guide my raw dick home with one hand and spread my Daddy’s ass open with the other. I was far more gentle than my boy had been, and it went smoother, lubed with my boy’s sticky cum and loosened from his long dick. Dad rode my cock like a champ until we were both damp with sweat. I pulled out and spun Dad around to give it to him doggy style. “Damn, this is hot,” my boy whispered as he moved around to shove his dick into Dad’s mouth. I pounded for a few minutes more, and shoved in as far as possible as I seeded my Dad’s ass. My boy coated Dad’s throat with more cum at the same time, and we collapsed onto each other in a lusty cummy pile. Dad drifted off to sleep as we embraced each other. My boy whispered, “Think we’ve converted him?” “If he’s not POZ, at least he’ll be addicted to taking loads. Job well done.” We kissed tenderly and dozed off. A few hours later, as the sun was coming up, I roused my Dad and told him to get back to his own bed before Mom woke up. He regretfully left. I snuggled up my sticky dick to my boy’s ass and left it there. We slept in that day. We had earned it. -
I had alway done bareback, right from the my first gay sexual encounter. I knew the so called risks of unprotected sex, but never really thought that the type I went for were anything other than perfectly clean! Which when you consider the fact that all my sexual encounters were one nighters with guys I had met at the local gay club, isn't an entirely sound train of thought. Well, after a while I had joined various websites, and met a guy online, he always professed to be neg, and said he was regularly tested and asked loads of questions about my status. He told me that before we could meet that I had to refrain from sex for 3 months and then get a full test for any unwanted std's and he said that in return he would fulfil my fantasy of gang rape play. The 3 months were like hell and I was so horny. But I did what I was told. I was absolutely convinced that this would not only be an experience of a lifetime but that the guy organising it was thorough about ensuring that all people involved were free from not only HIV but all STDs. When the day came I went to the address I had been given. It was a run down somewhat derelict building, which immediately put me off, buy reluctantly approached the building! As I walked up the door opened and the guy at the door was not quite what I expected. Before me was a tall guy, mid-40's and a bit of a gut on him (his profile showed him as being mid 30's and a somewhat toned Adonis. I was never one to back out, of things so walked into the building and he closed the door and locked it with what looked like a new padlock! Leading me through to one of the rooms he asked me if I was definitely neg and whether I had indeed followed orders, which I had! Looking pleased with himself he said "let the fantasy begin. The room was quite dark, no natural light, and all I could see was a sling in the corner. I soon became aware that we weren't alone in the room, as I listened closer I could hear the sound of breathing coming from various corners of the room. Suddenly a hand grabbed me from behind and firmly covered my mouth. Slowly I could see shaddows appear from the darkness. 11 men in masks of various shapes and sizes came towards me and within no time is was gagged, and strapped into a sling.* I heard one of them say "you've outdone yourself this time! Nice young fresh neg meet to breed with our toxic loads". At the time I was 19, and suddenly realising how trusting I have been. Realising what the guy was talking about when he said toxic, I began to struggle frantically, I was neg, and wanted to stay that way, and I had not had sex in months so was tight and my hole wad bound to tear from the approaching onslaught of 11 men. "there's nothing you can do now, you little pig, you our neg cum dump now, and we all need a nice tight neg hole to lay our toxic poz seed, and I'm the lucky bastard that gets the break you in" The guy was 5'9" and was very muscular, I looked down to his cock and saw what must have been 9.5" of thick meat! I began to panic, the guys had not spent any time preparing my hole, and I was tight, the guy stepped up, spat on his cock, spread my cheeks then forced his cock in with one forceful action, my hole felt like it was torn in two, and this guy was taking no prisoner, one of the other guys took off my gag, but before I had the chance to scream a cock was shoved in my mouth, and began to piss. I thought I was going to die, my hole was being plowed without lubrication by an extremely large cock, and I was about to drown on another guys urine. I wanted to gag, but the only way to survive was going to be to swallow. I know I wanted rape play, but this was a bit too extreme! The guy ploughing my hole pulled out and came round to my head. His cock was covered in what appeared to be masses of blood, and a trickle of blood could be seen making it's way down his leg, my hole was bleeding ( and the words sore didn't cut it ). "clean you blood and shit off my cock you dirty fucking cunt!" out of fear I followed orders, and as I began to clean off his cock another guy ploughed into my hole. As of yet I hadn't taken a load, but it seemed like these guys wanted to ensure my hole was torn to shreds first! They each took turns, being rough with my hole, I swallowed a fair bit more piss, and even had a few guys piss up my hole! "Your hole is in shreds boy! You know what that means? That means you're gonna get pozzed today boy! And each of us have our own strains of HIV and full blown Aids to add to your blood stream!" By this point I was pretty much out of it, trying to block out what was happening in order to survive the ordeal! So I just lay there and stopped struggling, while one by one they ploughed their seed deep in my hole! I was being bred by 11 poz tops and I didn't care! I soon lost all track of what was going on, and when I eventually came back to reality, I was alone, and on my own still strapped in the sling with a combination of blood and cum leaking from my hole! I struggled and eventually managed to force my way out of the straps. I quickly got dressed and ran out o the building. I never discussed what happened with anyone, and when I tried to speak to the guy online, he didn't respond. Time went by and I went for a test, result Neg! I thought I'd have been releaved, but a small amount of disappointment filled me! Were the guys really poz, or was it just part of the rape play fantasy?
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Does anyone know a good shop in NYC to get gear and some guidance? Someone recommended Nastypig but when I checked the online store it looked a little sparse for what I'm looking for. I'm looking for a leather harness, armband, jock etc. I also want to speak candidly w/ the salesman about what I'm doing. Maybe Nastypig is the best place to go but I'd appreciate any advice.
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I fully intended to stop barebacking and not take loads up my ass and I saved my fantasies of taking poz cum in my ass for jerking off. I posted ads on Craigslist and got the usual ratio of about 8 losers to 1 keeper. Finally a guy who sounded really hot came over: black, tall, built, 9 inches and uncut. Like most queers I adore big black uncut cock. A total top he said; I was going to be his bitch for the evening. I was really excited, I hadn't gotten fucked in 8 months and needed it bad, so I said I'd love to be your bitch gurl. "Do you mind if I turn a couple of video cameras on and record you fucking me?" "Go ahead, just give me a copy. One thing I should tell you, I'm poz. I'll been a little erratic with my meds, so my viral load is kind of high." Shit. I'd forgotten to ask him his status online. I didn't play with poz guys, fantasies notwithstanding. But, I was so fucking horny, and he was hot and he was here. "Well, ok, but use a condom to fuck me; I'll suck you raw, but I won't eat your load." "That's fine" He took me in his arms and kissed me deep, I was oozing precum and my asshole was lubing up, getting ready for his cock. "Take my cock out and suck it you hot bitch. Call me Daddy.". "Yes Daddy." I dropped to my knees, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his 501s and pulled his soft cock out. It was lovely, pitch black with a long foreskin extending well beyond the head. I took the skin in both hands, pried it apart and began licking the head and inside of the skin. He was flowing precum, I was in heaven lapping up his juice; then I remembered, I was eating poz precum. I was getting virus in my mouth. My stomach flipped over, I was scared but my dick was hard as a rock and my hole was sloppy, ready for anything. I sucked him till he was rock hard, which didn't take long. He was indeed 9 inches, but he'd neglected to mention how thick he was; thick as a beer can. I'd gotten pounded by a couple of nine inchers, but none as thick. This was going to be a fuck to remember. His balls were huge and hung low, I dove down and started licking and sucking on them. I could barely get one at a time in my mouth. He moaned, pulled me up to his face and kissed me. "Let's get into bed." I whimpered. I really wanted that big black prick in my pussy. "Get a rubber and put it on" I always kept a selection of condoms and lube by the bed. I dug through the pile and got the biggest one. Holding the thick shaft in my hand I licked and mouthed the head, lubing it for the rubber. My hands wouldn't go completely around his cock, and I have big hands with long fingers. He'd opened the condom package and handed the rubber to me. I positioned it over the head and slid it down over the head and the shaft with my mouth. Except I didn't, it wouldn't fit. I was trembling with need for for his cock, struggling with the rubber. I struggled with the slippery condom and the hard cock oozing precum for what seemd like an eternity, But I just couldn't do it; his cock was too big and the rubber too small Finally he growled, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me off his cock. He picked up the rubber and threw it across the room. "Fuck it. I'm gonna fuck your ass raw, you faggot bitch!" I turned away and tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but his two big hands grabbed me and pulled me to the center of the bed. He pinned me face down, climbed on top and kicked my legs apart. "No, don't. I don't want to get pozzed!" " Take a deep breath bitch, you're going to get fucked now!" I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. He rubbed it around, drooling virus laden precum on my hole and rubbing it in. I was terrified, moaning and crying, tears pouring down. I was getting pozzed. "Please use lube, please!" "Fuck you, you little whore; you're getting it now!" He shoved his huge prick deep into my asshole with one stroke. I screamed, I could feel my ass tear. I'd never felt so much pain. I struggled, but didn't have a chance. Like most men that liked cock I'd fantasized about getting raped, about how hot it would be. Now I really was getting raped. It wasn't fun at all. The pain was incredible. I had no control over the situation, he could use me however he wanted, for as long as he wanted. He could do anything he wanted, he could kill me. My dick was hard as it had ever been, I was terrified, about to throw up from fear. I shot a load into the bed. He felt me twitch and ran his hand under my cock. It was smeared with my cum. He laughed, "How's it feel having your darkest fantasies come true, boy? You're getting raped by a big, coal black nigger and you love it. You're getting pozzed and you love it." He smeared his hand across my mouth, "Eat your cum, you little queer. I'm going to make all your deepest desires come true tonight." I eagerly licked my cum off his hand, sobbing, tears flowing. And my ass hurt. God, did it hurt. My cock was still hard. His cock started stroking in and out, lubed by precum, and no doubt, my blood. He pulled all the way out. My asshole ached and stung, the pain was intense. I wanted his prick back in my hole and pushed my butt up trying the capture what I wanted. He laughed. "Want more, bitch? Don't worry, you're going to get it. But first, lick my dick clean." He rolled me over on my back and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was smeared with precum and streaks of blood. He shoved my head down on it, I licked, tasting precum, assjuice and blood. It was wonderful. I whimpered, but from pleasure this time. I loved worshipping my daddy's dick. He chuckled. "Looks like I've got a brand new convert. A faggot whore for poz nigger cock. Your ass is torn up, my babies are already in your blood. You're just another infected dicksucker now. But I'm still going to fill you with poison seed, make sure I do the job. What do you say to that, faggot?" "Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cock and your gift. Please fuck me, please?" I wasn't pretending, I was in pain, but I really was glad. I was on the road to where I wanted to be. I no longer had to worry about getting infected. It was done. He pulled me to him and kissed me. "You're Daddy's little whore now, aren't you? You'll do anything I say, won't you?" "Yes Daddy, I'm yours now. I want to please you." And I did, this man owned me now, I had his babies, his dna, in my blood. And I really wanted that lovely prick in my pussy again. "You took your fucking like good little whore, I'm going to reward you" He reached over to the end table and got a bottle of lube and smeared it over his cock. "I don't care how much I tore you up; I'm lubing you so it feels better for me. I don't give a shit whether you like it or not; you're just my punk ass faggot bitch. Stick your ass in the air, queer." I did and Daddy stuck the bottle's nozzle in my pussyhole. He squeezed and I felt a cold invasion flow into me. I whimpered, I wanted Daddy's hot cock in me. "On your back, bitch." I rolled over, Daddy grabbed my legs, pulled them apart, put my heels on his shoulders, nuzzled his cock against my hole and slid in. He bottomed out and held it, put one hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. Daddy's tongue slid past my lips and raped my mouth, like his cock raped my asshole. I played with my owner's tongue with mine, loving it that Daddy liked kissing me. My Daddy rode me long and hard, his wonderful prick stretching my hole, getting it accustomed to being used for his pleasure. I loved it, I'd never been fucked like that. He kissed me again and I shot a load all over my belly and chest. Daddy laughed, licked it up and kissed me, pushing my cum in my mouth. Then he picked up the pace and banged me hard for 10 or 15 minutes, finally shoving his prick deeper that it'd ever been and groaned. A warm flood filled my pussy as Daddy's cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of poison jizz into my guts. "Pozzing your cunt, bitch!" He humped his cock into me 4 or 5 times really hard, tearing my pussy more, I screamed with pain. Daddy collapsed on me, kissed me again and looked into my eyes. I was moaning and whimpering with pain and pleasure. "Welcome to the club, you poz fuckhole." I kissed Daddy back, "Thank you Daddy". Daddy slid his cock out of me and held it in front of my face. It was lovely, softening slightly, dripping cum heavily streaked with my blood. I eagerly raised my head and took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. It was even better than the first time he had me clean him; his cum delicious, especially spiced with my pussy juice and the coppery taste of my blood. "Don't let anybody use your pussy till you get the fuck flu and test positive. I want you infected with my babies first." "Daddy, I don't want any cock but yours. I hope I please you and that you will fuck me anytime you want" Three weeks later I was down with the flu for 10 days. I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed except to crawl to the toilet. Daddy took pity on me and had his girls drop by and bring me food and gatorade. When I got better I went to the clinic and got tested. It worked; I was poz!
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Looking for a regular POZ bareback fuck buddies, open to all ages, races or body types, i only bottom for POZ guys. I will top a neg. guy
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I lost track of the number of raw loads my boy and I have been taking over the past few months, but he’s well ahead of me. I think I’ve taken at least 10 POZ loads since June, and we have both decided to not get tested for a while. I’ve been getting a bit of help lining up dick for my boy’s, and sometimes my, hole, and loving every minute of it. I’m glad we’re going down this slutty path together. I wanted to tell you about a business trip, and setting up a going away present for my boy, to make sure his needs would be taken care of in my absence. I had to fly to Chicago for a week of meetings, and wanted him to take as much cum as possible before I got back, so I could suck it all out and feed it to him. I had an afternoon flight, so I suggested my boy take the morning off work, and let me and some friends fuck him senseless before I headed to the airport. I kept the part about help from friends a secret so he’d be pleasantly surprised… We started with breakfast in bed, then, I went to work on his hole, eating his boypussy, shoving one then two spit-slicked fingers in, prying it open, ready for a good pounding. I jerked my boy off while working his hole good, until he shot a big sticky load all over his toned chest. We’ve both decided fresh cum is the best lube, and unlike a lot of bottoms, cumming just makes his hole hungrier for more slutty action. I licked his cum up, and tongue-fucked his hole with it, getting it good and wet. I greased up my raw, untested, cock, and eased it into his hairy cummy hole. After a few minutes, right on cue, my POZ daddy friend BJ rang the doorbell. My boy frowned, thinking it must be the cable guy. I kept pounding away, and BJ let himself in with the key I had left for him downstairs. He smiled when he came into the bedroom. “Fuck yeah! That’s what I like to see. Two cum sluts in heaven…” He came over to my boy and gave him a rugged forceful kiss, raping my boy’s mouth with his tongue as he ripped off his clothes, down to his sweaty jock. I was getting close as BJ lowered his attentions to my cummy dick forcing its way in and out of my boy’s loosening hole, licking my shaft up and down. That pushed me over the edge. I know it’s what they do in pornos, but I love pulling out and shooting my load on my boy’s sloppy hole as much as I do driving it in deep. So, I pulled out, shot a wad or two, and shoved my dick back in, creaming his hole pretty good. BJ went to work cleaning up his hole, and then cleaned off my dick. That got me going again, harder than ever. BJ started licked lower and lower, getting all of the cum and sweat off of my hairy balls, and then to my asshole. All the while, he kept fingering my load into my boy’s hungry hole. He threw me onto my back and spread my legs wide, lining up his jock-covered dick with my cunt. He made my boy pull aside his jock and help guide his rock-hard POZ tool into me. I sank down on it as my boy switched around so we could 69 while BJ plowed my hole. I was so distracted, I didn’t even realized that BJ was taking photos with his camera phone. My boy shot another load deep in the back of my throat, so much that it leaked out of my mouth, and then he jerked me off with a vengeance. BJ was really pounding and asked me where I wanted his toxic load. “In my cunt, man; give me your seed!” He was more than willing to oblige and rammed his cock as deep as it would go, filling my hole to overflowing. My boy was there to help lick up what dripped out, and we snowballed it back and forth as BJ looked on, smiling. I knew I was leaving my boy in good, slutty hands. I reluctantly got dressed as my boy and my POZ daddy friend were rolling around in our bed, still hard, and with BJ’s toxic load simmering as it sunk deeper and deeper into my guts. I was determined to leave it there for the whole flight. It then dawned on me that while we’d played around together with other guys, we’d never actually shared our bed with someone. I felt conflicted, but still turned on. My luggage was packed, so I only needed to interrupt their heavy petting for a few hot tongue-lashing kisses before I was ready to head out to catch a cab. On the way out of the building, I recognized a POZ freckled redhead who had fucked my boy with a rigged condom the night we first started taking POZ loads. He winked and asked if my boy was prelubed and waiting. I nodded and headed out to the street. Halfway to the airport, I got three text messages with a pics from BJ, one of my dick in my boy’s hole, one with his POZ tool in my own cunt, and one of the POZ redhead fucking my boy doggy style, and giving the camera a blurry thumbs up. I couldn’t help but smile. By the time I boarded the plane, there was one more pic, this one of my boy riding both of their POZ cocks, with his head thrown back in slutty ecstasy. That was enough to keep me totally boned through the pre-flight announcement. When a cute blond flight attendant with HUGE arms came through to check seatbelts, he noticed my hardon, and the wet spot soaking through my jeans. He hummed, “Mmmmm,” and leaned forward to help me tighten my belt a bit. As soon as we were airborne, I headed to the back galley, gave him a nod, and headed into the toilet, leaving it unlocked. Less than a minute later, he was in that cramped little space, on his knees, ripping his uniform off as he blew me. He got my dick really wet, and started fingering his hole. I asked if he had a condom, and he asked, “what for?” I was really liking where this was going, and I got the feeling he did this often. He then climbed up onto the seat, facing me, and wrapped his legs around me, deeply kissing me as he rode my dick. I had already cum twice that day, so it took a few minutes to get ready to shoot my questionable load. As I pulled out of our kiss to try to tell him I was going to cum, he shot his load all over my shirt, then grabbed my ass with his hands, clenching down so I couldn’t pull out. I creamed him good as he slowed his pace, milking the last drops out of my dick until it finally started to soften. He then asked for my name and wanted to know if I was Chicago-based. I was sorry not to be, but gave him my info so we could hook up there, and maybe share him with my boy when in our city. I then realized that I would have to go back to my seat, with my pants and shirt covered with cum and shit. Oh well, now all the assholes on the plane would know exactly what kind of slut I was. When we landed, I turned my phone back on, and in the space of those few hours, I got four more pics from BJ, each one a different total stranger, with his raw cock deep in my boy’s hole, in our bed. When I stood up to leave, hard again, my flight attendant friend smiled, and whispered to me as I passed him, “Does that thing ever go down?” I flashed him my phone, and said, “Not while my boy’s at home taking all loads.” His jaw dropped and I left.
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Part I: I stumbled across his profile on the gay message boards, "Poz Top interested in meeting Hiv-, bare only". Reading this and seeing his photos had me instantly hard. The photos showed a muscled Daddy type with somewhat of a gut (what I'd later find out was due to HIV meds). I sent him a message letting him know how hot his profile was and that it turned me on, even though I didn't go bare. He thanked me in his reply, but told me that he was only interested in chatting once I decided that I wanted him bare. His words stuck with me and I continued to look at his profile over the next few weeks. After 12 years of safe gay sex, I found myself wanting this man more and more. One night after drinking more than usual, I found myself home alone and back on line. I sent him a message telling him that I was ready to talk about taking him bare. He responded that if I was serious, he would help me "do it right." I told him that I was serious as the alcohol was doing the talking for me. He made me provide him with my address where he told me that he would send on the items for my preparation. The next morning I woke up and regretted the exchange as I knew that when it came down to it, I wasn't that serious about taking him bare. I put it out of my mind until I got a package in the mail a couple of days later. I started to get hard as I opened the package, not knowing what to expect. I was scared and excited at the same time. When I opened the box, there was a letter on top. It read: [I]Preparation Instructions for becoming a Cum Slut, enclosed are a couple of videos of men that have learned the value of becoming a Cum Slut through my instruction. They started taping themselves once they received a package similar to this one. You will do the same. For now, close this package and do not look at it again for two days. Do not play with yourself or cum in the meantime. When you are good and horny and have 30 minutes or more before any other commitments, take the top video out of the package and start watching it. It was signed, Your Trainer. Damn I was hard and I wanted so much to continue going through the package, but I did as I was told. The next day I was so horny, I couldn't wait any longer and put the tape into the machine. The tape started by showing the top from the neck down, then panned out to see that he was wearing a hood, but nothing else other than a cock ring and boots. "I want you to watch these tapes and follow the lead of these men, doing the same things and getting used to the idea of becoming just like them. If you are a true Cum Slut, you will start to crave it and will not be able to get enough. I also noticed that your skin if fairly light, before we meet up I want you to start tanning and I've included some special items in the package for you to use when you do. I go to Palm Springs every few weeks for play. When you are ready for me to take you there and turn you into your true self, message me and we will make it happen. The video then changed and I saw a man in his mid twenties with a nice but slightly stocky body. He was stripping for the camera, then arranging his dildo's from smallest to largest. He picked up the smallest one and worked on his hole for about ten minutes before moving on to the next size. After a few minutes, I noticed that the date stamp changed and he was now using larger toys. The video was just over a year old. After a few minutes, the video changed again and my trainer was back. He stated: "You will use toys on your hole for a minimum of 10 minutes a day. Do not go larger than the size of a large cock. I want you able to take any and all sizes, but I do not want you too loose. Now open the rest of your package and then send me a message if you are interested in going further." There was another video tape inside with a note attached reading "Watch this two weeks from now." Underneath were two dildos. One was the size of an average cock and one the size of a large cock. There was a note under the dildos. It read "Know that these toys have been used by other men who have progressed to becoming full service Cum Sluts. If you have your own toys, use them as well, just do not go larger than the largest one provided. The only other thing in the package was an envelope in the bottom. I opened it up and it was a set of stickers with lettering about 2 inches in height. They spelled out the words "Cum Dump" and "Breed Me". The note inside the envelope said" Use these stickers when you start tanning. Place the letters for "Cum Dump" on your lower back, just above your waist. Place the letters for "Breed Me" across your chest. The letters will not melt or burn in the tanning process, they will just leave you skin untanned in these areas, making the words so that they can be read when I take you to Palm Springs. Make sure you place the letters in the same spot each time you tan. I look forward to seeing your tanned body with your messages clear for all the men to read. I was overwhelmed, it was one thing for him to do me bare, but for a group of men to see me that way? This was going to be quite an experience. My heart was thumping in my chest. I was scared and excited at the same time. I got on line and sent my trainer a message. I thanked him for the package and told him that I would be following his guidance. I then picked up the phone and made an appointment to go tanning. After a couple of weeks of using the toys on my hole and starting the tanning process, I was looking forward to watching the next video tape. I had worked up to using the largest dildo on my hole for a good 10-15 minutes a night. I was amazed by how quickly I had been able to go to the larger size, just by being consistent and making sure I made it a daily routine. I put the tape into the machine and noticed a different man than the first tape, he was older than the man on the first tape with a long lean runners build. He was using a large dildo on his hole, it looked just like the largest one that my trainer had sent me. I wondered if it was the same one and felt my cock lengthen. He really went to town on that big dildo, taking it hard and fast for a few minutes, then he took it out and got a small dildo out and shoved it up his hole. As he did this, I heard my trainer's voice, which had been dubbed onto the footage. “Now that you have gotten your hole used to the largest of the dildos, we need to make sure that you give and get enjoyment of the smaller cocks out there that will offer you their loads. I want you to really open yourself up with the large dildos, then push the small ones in and work your ass muscles to keep them in, squeeze down on them." As I heard these words, I saw the man in the video stand and watched the small dildo slip out of his ass. He reached back down and shoved it up his hole again. This time as it started to fall out, I could see his ass clench and he caught it about half way down the shaft. He continued to do this over and over. I heard my trainers voice again “Don’t get discouraged if you are so wide open that you can’t keep the smallest dildo from falling out at this point. If that happens go up in size and practice on that dildo. With practice, you will learn to control your muscles and be able to accommodate any size of cock." The video continued to show the man working his ass muscles on the dildos for another ten minutes. Then the scene switched to show the man laying on his back with his legs in the air and a medium sized dildo sticking half way out of his ass. The camera view was at the same height as the dildo but back at an angle so that I could see his hole and the dildo. I could see his ass push out on the dildo and then it seemed like his ass was pulling the dildo deeper inside of him. I heard my trainer's voice again, “Milking a man’s cock with your asshole shows him that you are a true Cum Slut and will do everything to make sure that you get ever drop inside of you. Practice on the dildos, by holding on to them with one hand. No pushing or pulling with your hand is allowed. Push out with your ass onto the dildo and then squeeze your hole and draw it back into you. I’ve heard some men say that it helps to image that there is a condom on the dildo or cock inside you. Think about pushing your ass out to grap onto the condom and as you squeeze and draw your muscles back in, think about your ass rolling the condom up and off of his cock, do this over and over until you can imagine that your ass has rolled the condom completely off his cock. You will use this skill at various times, including just after a man has shot his load up your hole. Before he pulls out, milk his cock to force as much cum into your hole as possible." I looked down and noticed that I was rock hard and dripping precum. I wondered how I had gotten along all these years having gay sex, without doing some of these things that now seemed so basic for a bottom to be doing. I set up the video camera and started in on my new training. I sent a message to my trainer and let him know that I was progressing and that I was looking forward to meeting him. I also told him that I had gotten off of work for a three day weekend, just three weeks out in case he was interested in meeting at that time. I got a response the next day that he could make it work and was proud of my progress. Hearing that he was proud of me made me work that much harder. I was also getting more tan and the letters where I wasn’t tanning were really starting to stand out. I got excited every time I saw my body in the mirror and could see what I was becoming. The next three weeks seemed to drag by as I was looking forward to meeting my trainer in person. I kept busy with nightly sessions on the dildos, learning to open myself up quickly as well as squeeze down in order to pleasure the smaller men. Then the Friday that changed my life came as my trainer dropped by my house to take me away for the weekend. He got to my apartment, just after 9am on that Friday morning. He was probably 15 years older than I, slightly taller with a musky scent and a few days of stubble on his face. As instructed through our messages, I opened the door in nothing but a new jockstrap. My tan had come along well, so as he walked in, he could see the “Breed Me” letters across my chest. “Very nice,” he said. “Your on line photos don’t do you justice. We’ll have to take some new ones. Turn around" he told me in a more authoritative voice. I did as instructed and felt goosebumps as he inspected my body. “Oh yeah, you will be popular, this will be a great experience for you. Did you clean out this morning?" “Yes Sir,” I answered. He nodded and smiled and asked to see my bag. He had told me to pack all my dildos, poppers, a couple of jock straps, a pair of shorts and flip flops. “Looks good” he said. He moved in and grabbed me around my waist and pushed my chin up so that I was looking directly into his eyes. “Are you ready for this, is this what you really want?” he asked. “Yes Sir,” I answered and he smiled again. It felt like my body was melting. I wanted to feel like this all the time. “Where are the video tapes of your training?” he asked. I opened up another section of the bag to show him. “Good, I’m looking forward to watching those as well.” “OK, let’s get going. Show me what you were going to wear in the car.” I showed him a pair of shorts, a t-shirt of a local sports team and shoes. “That will work,” he said. "Put them on and let’s get this weekend going." I did as I was told and followed him out to his car. I was nervous about not driving myself. By getting into his car, I was allowing myself to be his. I opened the passenger door, took a deep breath and got inside. We had been in the car about 10 minutes when he told me, “We are going to take a detour to meet a man that is not able to get away to Palm Springs this weekend.” I had no idea what he meant. I was nervous and scared and beginning to doubt what I had gotten myself into. When I didn’t say anything, he told me “Relax, this is a good thing.” A few minutes later we were pulling into a parking lot between City Hall and the surrounding businesses. Getting out of the car he told me, “Leave your bag, we don’t want them going through it at security. Follow me”. With that he started walking towards City Hall. I didn’t know what was going on, but I followed him. We went through the main entrance and through the security and metal detectors. I was glad that I wasn’t wearing a metal cock ring. I saw my trainer talking to one of the guards, but couldn’t hear what he was saying other than “…expecting us…” The guard made a phone call, then motioned us to follow him. We went to a set of elevators in the back and rode to the top floor. The doors opened and we were greeted by a man I’ll refer to as the Politician. I couldn’t believe that I was standing in front of this man and that my trainer seemed to know him. “Good to see you again” the Politician said to my trainer. As he looked at me he said, “Looks like we will have a productive meeting. Let’s get started." As we walked down the hall, the Politician stopped to ask one of the secretaries if the conference room was currently in use. When he heard that it was available, he asked that it be reserved for him for the next hour. We were led further down the hall to the conference room, which was very impressive. Hardwood floors with a large hardwood conference table surrounded by large leather chairs. As he shut the door behind us, he turned to me and said, “OK, take off your shorts, let’s see that ass." I was stunned. Not only that the Politician was gay, but that he was so forward and forceful. Here was a man, older than my father telling me to strip in a city conference room. He then turned and picked up the phone on the table. I heard him ask for “David” and then a few minutes later say, “Bring poppers and lube to the main conference room, pronto.” Damn, what was going on here? I had only unbuttoned by shorts by this time and he noticed. “Come on,” the Politician said, “I only have an hour and at my age it takes me a little longer before I shoot my load.” I was stunned again, but managed to take off my shorts. “Now lay back on the conference table” the Politician said. As I did, he and my trainer each took at leg and moved a chair so that my legs were elevated with my ankles on the tops of the chairs. My trainer then stepped up and pulled my ass closer to the edge of the table. It felt surreal, it seemed like I wasn’t really there, but caught up in a dream. Just then the door opened and a man walked in and handed the Politician a bag. I was embarrassed, just laying there with my pants off showing the whole world my ass. The other man didn’t seem to pay that much attention and turned to leave. As he was walking out the door, the Politician said, “Oh, and make sure that the monitoring and surveillance equipment are turned off for this room.” Fear shot through me again, I had just walked into a situation where I could be filmed. I wondered if the words were really code for him to turn on the surveillance equipment. My heart was thudding in my chest. The Politician took the lube out of the sack and put it on the table, then handed the bottle of poppers to my trainer. “You know, I really should take a piss before I fuck this man,” the politician said. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I saw my trainer drop to his knees and unzip the Politicians’ slacks. He reached inside and pulled out the politicians cock and balls, so that they were hanging outside of his pants. It was a nice package, large balls with an average sized uncut cock surrounded by grey hair. My trainer took a hit of poppers and then opened his mouth so that he was just below the Politician's cock. I couldn’t believe it. Up until now I had thought that my trainer was 100% top and here he was getting ready to drink the piss of another man. Before I could completely process what had just happened, the Politician started to piss. My trainer repositioned his mouth so that he was taking it all, not spilling a drop. I was fascinated and turned on. When the Politician was done pissing, he said “OK now, get me ready for his ass.” My trainer then started giving the Politician a blow job. As he was getting blown, the Ppolitician started fingering my hole and lubing it up. He noticed that my cock had gotten hard as well. I heard him say “Well now, it seems like this man liked watching you drink my piss, maybe after you turn him into a Cum Slut, you should turn him into a toilet as well.” He then let out a laugh as I believe he saw my cock jump and became fully rigid. The Politician slid one of his lubed fingers up my hole and started probing. “So I understand that up until now, you have only let men fuck you if they wore a condom,” the Politician stated. “Yes Sir,” I answered. “Well I’m glad that I get to be the first man to bareback your ass. I hope this becomes a good memory for you, of course you will not be able to tell anyone,” the Politician said. “I understand,” I replied. Just then the Politician pushed a second finger into my hole and pulled his cock out of my trainer's mouth. His cock was a grower. It was slightly longer than average, but it was the thickest one I think I had seen. “Let’s see how well you take this,” the Politician said as he lined his cock up against my hole. My trainer handed me the poppers and told me not to spill it on the wooden conference table. The Politician watched me take a long hit of poppers and then slid into my ass as he saw it take effect. “Very nice” he said. I felt so full inside and had to look around me to take it all in. Here was this Politician still wearing his suit, his cock in my ass. I could feel the cold zipper hit the side of my ass as he pushed himself all of the way in. “Take another hit of poppers,” my trainer said and he got behind the Politician and started pinching his nipples through his dress shirt. I did as I was told and could feel the Politician pick up his rhythm. I could hear my trainer whisper into the Politician's ear phrases like, “Breed this neg man's hole.” “Give him your load deep inside.” “Make him remember this seeding.” The words were obviously working as I could feel the politician grow more rigid inside of me. “I’m getting close, tell me now if you want it or not,” the Politician said. “Please, breed me, give me your load, Sir” I said as I started up into his eyes. I wondered what this man looked like out of his clothes, he seemed fairly fit, but having him fully clothed made me wonder even more. “Here’s your first gift” I heard him say as he leaned over and put his mouth over mine. He pushed his tongue deep in my mouth as he started to grunt loudly. I was disappointed that I couldn’t feel his cum in my ass, but I was sure that it was being deposited. When his thrusts slowed down, I started milking his cock as my trainer had instructed. “Oh, you want it all don’t you?” the politician said. “That’s good, get it all out of me and into you”. My trainer leaned over and told me how proud he was of me, that I was going to be a good Cum Slut. As the politician slid out of my ass, they both told me to clamp my hole tight and to keep it all in. I pulled on my shorts and we started for the door. Before we left the room, the politician turned to me and said, “that’s a real sweet hole you have there man, make sure you offer it up to every man possible and you will have a full life”. With that, he turned and walked down the hall. “Come on,” my trainer said,” let’s get you to Palm Springs and build on your experience.” We left the building and started walking towards to car. As we were approaching the car, my trainer stopped when he noticed a convenience store across the opposite street. “Let’s get some supplies for the road, I could use a drink,” he said. We went into the store and I picked up a Pepsi. He did the same and also picked up some bottled water and an empty spray bottle. We paid and headed once again to the car. After we were on the road again, my trainer asked me what I thought about my first experience. “It was damn hot, but also a little scary,” I answered. “Yeah, not knowing if someone could come into the room is quite a thrill, and I could see how it could be scary. Not to mention the fact that you are taking poz loads now. You will get used to it and get to the point where you don’t care if someone comes into the room or not. You will just want everyone to see you for what you really are. I still remember the first time that man fucked me. I’m pretty sure that he is the one that pozzed me,” he said. Upon hearing this, I got a chill and fear jumped into me again. I knew that I was going to be taking a poz load or two, but had no idea that the man that just fucked me was poz. I was having a hard time thinking that he was into guys so the thought that he was poz didn’t cross my mind. I took a drink of the Pepsi and wished that it was something stronger. I felt my face get hot and flushed. At the same time, my trainer took his hand off the wheel and placed it on my upper thigh and gave it a squeeze. “You sure did give him a good time. You are quite the bottom. I’m jealous that I wasn’t the first poz bare man in your hole,” my trainer said. Somehow that seemed to make me feel better as my attraction to my trainer was growing. “Let’s make one more stop before he get on the highway to Palm Springs,” he said. I didn’t even ask where. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know. I leaned the seat back in the car and just tried to relax. After about 10 minutes, I felt the car slow as my trainer pulled into a parking lot. I looked up and noticed that it was a local adult bookstore. I had never been in, but had heard stories. “We are just going to pick up some more supplies,” my trainer told me. “This isn’t really a good place for bareback play, but it does come in handy”. We got out of the car and went into the store. The clerk behind the counter knew my trainer and called out to him as we entered. “I was afraid you weren’t going to make it,” the clerk said. “My shift ends in another 20 minutes and I thought I’d miss you”. “Sorry about that,” my trainer said. “We had another stop to make first”. He turned and smiled at me when he said that and ran his hand down the backside of my shorts as he did. The clerk smiled back as he got the message. “Here are the supplies you asked about,” the clerk said and handed my trainer a small brown paper sack. “I hope you can put them to good use,” he said. “How about a good butt plug,” my trainer asked. “ I don’t want my man here to lose the loads that get up inside him. I want a tight fit, but nothing too large that will be hard to keep in for an extended period of time.” I could feel my cock stirring hearing this talk. “On the back wall, left corner”, the clerk replied. We went back and took a look at the butt plugs. They had so many different kinds. Some were so small they were laughable, barely larger than a finger. Then there were others that were so large it was scary. “I think this will be a good one for you,” my trainer said as he picked one up. I was turned on and surprised at his choice. It wasn’t the traditional triangular shaped butt plug, but instead round, like a small trailer hitch. “This will plug you nice and good,” he said. “And it will spread out your hole nice for all those future deposits in your hole.” We walked back up to the counter and he handed me some cash. “Pay for this,” he said. “I left something in the car, be right back” . There was a short line of guys getting tokens for the video booths in the back, so I waited and just as I was paying my trainer came back in with the spray bottle. “Go ahead and get some tokens for the video machines as well,” he said to me as he was walking in. I noticed that the spray bottle was full, I assumed from one of the water bottles that he had picked up. He took the sack with the butt plug and put the small sack from the clerk inside it and we headed toward the video booths. I wasn’t sure what was going on as I didn’t think he wanted to play here, but thought maybe that he changed his mind. I had those nervous feelings that were turning me on again. He looked into a couple of empty booths before he said, “this one isn’t bad, go on in”. I went in and he followed. He put a couple of tokens in the machine and flipped the channel to some gay porn. I noticed that there was dried cum across the video screen from at least two different men. My trainer reached into his pocket and pulled out some poppers. He handed me the bottle and told me to take a hit. As I followed his direction, he took the spray bottle, aimed it at the video screen and sprayed water over the dried cum. “That will loosen it up,” he said. “Now take your tongue and lick the screen for me”. I couldn’t believe what he was asking. It seemed so dirty, but was also a little of a turn on. When I hesitated, he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it toward the screen. By that time the poppers were working and I stuck out my tongue and started licking the screen. I was getting turned on as I did this. “Lick it clean,” he said. “Think about all of the types of men that have shot their loads here and where this may have come from. It doesn’t matter to you, you will take it all. Maybe it was an old man, or an overweight man, or a man barely old enough to be legal. You will take it all.” My cock was rock hard inside my shorts. I had pretty much cleaned the screen as he was talking. I couldn’t taste much, but it was a turn on. “Good job,” he told me. “Let’s find some more”. We walked out of the booth just as another man walked out of a booth a couple of doors down. “Let’s see if he left us anything,” my trainer said as we walked into the booth. There was a big fresh load across the screen and part of the wall. I was sure that I’d get a better taste out of this one. I started to take a hit of poppers and my trainer told me to wait. He reached into the bag and brought out the butt plug. He took it out of the packaging and started rolling the butt plug over the cum. A moist layer of cum was attaching itself to the butt plug. “Now, pull down your shorts and take a hit of poppers,” he said. I did as instructed and he then told me to take my fingers and run it through the cum to lube my hole. I reached out with two fingers and slid them across the screen. There was enough cum that it filled my fingers and started running over the sides. As the poppers took effect, I started to lube up my hole with the cum. I felt my trainer push my back to bend me over, and I took the hint and followed through. He then took the butt plug and started pushing it against my hole. The butt plug didn’t seem that big when I had looked at it, but it wasn’t going easily into my hole. My trainer told me to take another hit of poppers as he slide the butt plug through the remaining cum. As I relaxed, he was able to get the plug inside my hole. It felt big, but also secure. Once he got the plug more than halfway in, my hole just sucked it up and pulled it in. “Damn, that’s hot, “ he said and I had to agree. “Lick the rest up,” he told me and I did. We found three more booths with dried cum that I cleaned for him. “The key is to spray the water above the dried load and let it drain down and loosen it up. You don’t want to spray the load directly, or it may cause it to come off the screen.” “Good job,” he told me again as we were walking out of the store. “I sure could get used to having you around,” he told me. “I’m glad to hear that,” I said as I felt my heart warm in my chest. We got in the car and headed out of the parking lot. “OK, no more stops now until we reach Palm Springs,” he said. “This has been a pretty good time and we haven’t even gotten out of the city yet”. I had to agree. I was getting more comfortable, both with this man as well as with my role. When I stopped to think about it, it still didn’t feel like it was “me” that had done these acts, yet I knew that once I had done them I couldn’t stop wanting to do them again and again. “Let’s go through a drive through and get something for the road, do you have any preferences?” my trainer asked me. I told him that I didn’t care, but that I wasn’t sure I wanted much to eat if I was going to be getting fucked a lot. “Don’t worry too much about that, we’ll have plenty of time to stop and clean you out as needed. I want to make sure you get enough nourishment this weekend,” he told me. Hearing him say that actually made me feel really good. We went to a local drive through and placed our order. As we were waiting in the line of cars my trainer told me, “Take off your T-shirt and if it’s a guy working the drive through window, I want you to undo your shorts and pull them down as he is handing our lunch out the window.” I got butterflies in my stomach as I heard this, but also started to get hard again. I could feel the wetness in my jock strap from all the precum of the days events so far. I took off my shirt and waited. “It’s a guy at the window,” my trainer said, as we were one car back from the window. “Feel free to take a hit of poppers as we pull up if that will give you more confidence to show yourself.” I grabbed the bottle as he pulled forward and took a hit. When the clerk at the window leaned over to give my trainer his change I un-did my shorts and started sliding them down. I felt embarrassed, yet proud to show this stranger what I was. There were wet spots on the jock from my precum. I saw the man do a double take as he handed out the cash, then a look of disbelief as he went back to get the food. I’m not sure from his angle if he could see the ‘Breed Me’ letters across my chest, but I imagined that he did. A different man brought the lunch and handed it out the window. I wondered if he had told a buddy what he had seen in the care and that man needed to take a look or if it was the normal process. This other man definitely seemed to know where to look and didn’t seem as shocked. As he handed the food out the window, my trainer took his other hand and reached over and grabbed my thigh. The man in the window gave a smile and told us to have a good day as he handed the drinks to my trainer. We drove out onto the street and I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but it felt right. “Why don’t you go ahead and take those shorts all the way off for the drive,” my trainer said. It felt a little awkward sitting in his car with just my jock and shoes on, yet it felt right as well. I felt very submissive sitting there while my trainer was fully clothed. I told my trainer that I was getting a little bit of a headache from the poppers and he told me that there was some aspirin in the glove box and I was welcome to it. I took some and started to each the lunch as we drove towards Palm Springs. I wasn’t sure what to expect as we took the drive, but my trainer broke the ice by just starting to talk about himself. He gave me his background on what he did for a living, how he started having sex with men and how it had progressed over the years. He asked me questions about myself and I found it very easy to talk to him and share my past as well as my current life. I told him about my past relationships and how it never seemed to work as the other men were not dominant enough or didn’t want to get into some of the kinks that turned me on. I let him know that I was content in my current job, but that it wasn’t anything special and that I had plenty of spare time as I didn’t care to put in any extra time at the office. The time seemed to go by quickly as we talked and learned more about each other. At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know too much about this man as it could dilute the fantasy side of what was going on, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. The more I knew about this man, the more I wanted to please him. The next thing I knew we were turning off of the highway and had entered Palm Springs. We drove for another ten minutes and then pulled into the parking lot of a gay resort. It had high fencing around the parking lot, so I couldn’t see much of the buildings inside other than the roof line. It looked like there were a few different buildings, at different angles to each other. “You better pull up your shorts,” my trainer told me, “but leave your shirt off”. I got the butterflies in my stomach again as I thought of men seeing me with the words across my chest and back. We got out of the car and got our bags out as well. My trainer had a much larger bag than I had and I wondered what all he had in it. He grabbed the small paper bag from the bookstore and we started for the main door. I noticed that the parking spot he had pulled into said ‘Reserved – Towing Enforced’ and brought that to his attention. I didn’t want to lose my transportation back home. “I guess I didn’t tell you that part yet,” he said, “I’m a co-owner of this resort. That is one of the reasons why I come down here ever few weeks. It comes in handy and you will definitely benefit from my contacts.” I was impressed and turned on again. We walked into the front door where there was an L shaped countertop. The small part of the L was the check in counter and the large part of the L was the bar which faced the pool. “Good to see you are back,” the man behind the counter said as he greeted my trainer with a big smile. “And I like what you brought with you, damn,” he said as I saw his eyes go up and down my body and settle on my face. “Welcome,” he said to me, “enjoy your stay.” With that he buzzed us through the door that lead to the pool and grounds beyond and handed a key to my trainer. “We’ve got number 102 ready for you,” he said. We walked through the door and I noticed that there was a good sized pool with a couple of hot tubs on each end. There were a couple of rows of chairs and lounges for men to lie down on around the pool. There were various buildings of rooms around the pool as well as yard areas with tables and paths between the buildings. There were a few men laying out around the pool, but most of the place was empty. My trainer led me to one of the rooms that overlooked the pool with a slight elevation so that we could see down on the pool and the men from the front porch of the room. He unlocked the door and we went inside. The room was fairly standard, a large bed with a table and two chairs next to the window. There was a dresser along the far wall and nightstands around the bed. I noticed off to the right a door leading to the bathroom. There was also a small refrigerator and microwave in the room as well as a sink. A large TV was suspended from the ceiling and it looked like it was on a pivot so that it could be moved for better viewing. My trainer checked the fridge and I saw beer, soda and bottled water were stocked inside. He then went to what I thought was the closet door and opened it up. “Take a look,” he said. I was surprised to see that it wasn’t a closet, but another room. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the sling suspended from the ceiling, as well as a tub, a rim seat and a locked cabinet. The wall had leather restrains of all kinds hanging off of it in various locations. There was also a TV suspended from the ceiling in this room. “Take those shorts off and get in the tub, I’ve really got to take a piss and it’s time to start getting that clean jock of yours dirty,” my trainer instructed. I have had some small experiences with water sports, but not much. As I took off my shorts, I noticed that I was getting hard. “Take a hit of poppers and enjoy this,” my trainer said. I got in the tub and took the poppers and then laid back. He pulled out his cock. This was the first time that I had seen it in person. I wasn’t expecting to see the big PA. His photos on his profile didn’t show it, but I had noticed that the photos seemed a little dated once I had seen him in person. He stood over me and started to piss. He was aiming for my jock, but the PA caused him to shoot some separate streams in different directions. I felt and saw my jock get wet as I noticed my cock straining to get harder inside the jock. I ran my hands across my chest and legs to feel his piss and rub it into my body. He did have quite a bit to get rid of and as I watched I realized that I did too. I started pissing through my jock as he was finishing. “Oh yeah, that’s good,” he said and watched as I relaxed and pissed. He reached up to the TV and picked up the remote that was fastened to it and handed it to me. “Flip through and find something you like,” he said. “There are a few channels that we control here with gay porn that you can get on this TV. The set in the other room also gets local channels, but this one is just for porn.” “Lay there and soak,” he said, “I’m going to unpack and see if any of the workers need to take a piss”. I wondered what kind of men could show up and just unzip and start taking a piss on me. I tried to relax in the tub as best I could and looked around the room, wondering what this place had in store for me. I heard my trainer on the phone as I flipped through the channels on the TV. There were four channels of gay porn. I noticed that they were all showing bareback films. The first channel was showing a pre-condom film from the 80s. The second was showing leathermen getting it on, while the other two were showing twinks and musclemen. I heard my trainer hang up the phone as I settled on the 80s film. I laid back and squeezed my jockstrap, feeling the piss fall onto my cock. A few minutes later my trainer walked in the room. He was carrying two leather straps. “Let’s try these on and see which one works the best,” he said. He moved in toward my neck. It turned out that the leather strap was a collar. Here again was the feeling of being turned on, yet a little scared at the same time. “We want to make sure the men realize you are only here to be used, not for anything more,” he said as he fastened the first one around my neck. It was a wide black band with studs around the top and bottom. “This one isn’t going to work, I want to make sure that you are comfortable and can move your head around.” He took it off and put the other one on which was not as wide and was just plain black. “Yeah, that looks good” As the words were coming out of his mouth, there was a knock on the door. “Be right back, take a hit of poppers,” he told me. As he walked out of the room, I opened the bottle and took a long hit of poppers, wondering what was in store for me. As I was screwing the top back on the bottle, my trainer walked in the room with three other men. They all took out their cocks, aimed at me. I really was feeling used. Of the three, I was only attracted to one, a 20s Hispanic man with a tool belt around his waist. The other two men were either too old or heavy for my taste, but hearing my trainer tell them to ‘wet me down’ and ‘get me soaking wet’, then telling me to ‘enjoy my shower’ and ‘feel it all’ got me turned on. Knowing that it turned on my trainer to see any man use me was enough for me. After they were done pissing, they zipped up and left. My trainer took a few photos of me sitting in the tub. I hadn’t realized that he had the camera and wondered if he had been taking pictures of me being used. “OK, stand up and pat yourself dry,” he told me as he handed me a towel. I handed him the towel back, and he used it to wipe my jockstrap around the waist band. He uncapped a marker and bent over to start writing on the waistband of my jockstrap. He wrote on the front and the back. As he capped the pen, I looked down and saw ‘Room 102’ on the front. I assumed it was something similar in the back. “I don’t think the men will have any trouble finding you, but you can’t be too sure,” he said. “Bend over,” he said and I felt his hand on the base of the butt plug. I had almost forgotten that it was there. The only times I felt it were when I would bend over and it would tend to go deeper inside me, as well as sometimes where I was sitting down. He spit on my hole and rubbed it around the base of the plug. He slid his finger between the side of my ass and the plug and ran the finger half way around in a circle. He continued to do this as I slowly started to loosen up. My ass was tight around the base of the plug. He told me to take a hit of poppers as he spit on my hole again. As the poppers were taking effect, he took hold of the plug and pulled it out in one quick motion. My ass gave off a suction sound and I almost fell backward, but my trainer caught me. “Let’s go down to the pool now. We can show you off and get the men horny for you, as well as dry off and rest.” He handed me my flip flops and we went down to the pool where my trained stripped to his underwear. Damn, I couldn’t wait to get it on with him. He took out some lotion and rubber it over my chest and back. “We don’t want those words to burn or worse, tan where they can’t be read,” he told me. We spent the next couple of hours at the pool. For a while, I got on an air mattress and showed the men my ass in the jock and the words across my backside. As the afternoon went on, the pool started to get more crowded. Various men came up and talked to my trainer, but no one seemed to talk to me. Many of the men did look at me and smile. I noticed that my trainer also continued to take photos. When the pool got so crowded that most of the chairs were filled, my trainer got up and had me follow him back to the room. We went inside and he told me, “Clean out your ass. Make sure it is clean nice and deep. I’ve got some work that I need to take care of back in the office. Don’t answer the door for anyone. I should be back in about 30 minutes or so.” He continued to show me how he had the proper tools already in the bathroom for me to prepare my ass. He grabbed my ass as he was walking out the door and it felt great. I did as instructed and cleaned out my hole. I was sure that I was good to go before he got back, so I lay down on the bed and turned on the TV and started watching some porn. A few minutes later my trainer came back. “OK, are you ready for some more?” he asked. “Yes Sir,” I answered. “Good, get your bottle of poppers and then get on all fours on the bed. Put your head down so that you can see your ass in the mirror on the wall”. I did as he instructed and noticed that he brought out the small bag from the adult bookstore. “Remember how I told you that the bookstore wasn’t the best place for bareback fun?” he said. Without waiting for an answer he continued, “Although, if you need some anonymous cum, it is abundant if you know the men who work there. That guy behind the counter has been saving the cum filled rubbers that he finds for me. “ He opened the bag and showed me that it was filled with various types of rubbers, holding cum and tied off so they wouldn’t leak. “You won’t be using any lube tonight other than cum,” he told me. “Now relax and watch your hole.” Between my legs, I could see him in the mirror. He took a condom out of the sack and held it so that the cum load drained back to the tip. He then tore off the top where it had been tied together and slowly turned the jagged edge upside down. With one hand he held the condom just above my ass crack and he positioned his other hand with a few fingers against my hole. I watched the load of cum fall from the rubber and onto my ass. I could feel and watch it slide down the crack of my ass. His fingers stopped the load from traveling past my hole and directed it against my hole and started rubbing it in. “Push your hole out,” he said as he rubbed the cum into my skin. He did the same thing with seven more rubbers. It was so hot watching my ass get lubed up in this way. Some of the loads were runny and came out fast, while others were thick and slow. After the third load, he started fingering my hole and pushing the cum inside me as well. As he opened me up, he continued the process and I felt the inside of my hole getting slick. When the seventh load was drained, he told me, “OK, I think we are good for now. If you feel yourself getting dry let me know, we have plenty more, but I don’t think it will be a problem.” “Here take a fresh bottle of poppers and get back in the tub and turn on the TV to channel 22,” he said. I knew from before that this was one of the porn channels. I got in the tub and turned on the TV as instructed as I heard him talking on the phone. The channel was blank for a few seconds and then I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Across the TV screen was the first video that I had made for my trainer. It showed me stripping and laying out the dildos. I knew what was coming next. Across the bottom of the screen was a running message like the TV news shows had. As I read the screen, I started to get harder and feel nervous. The message said: ‘The man pictured here was negative as of Friday morning. He is here to take loads. He will be taking any and all loads. Sign up at the bar for a timeslot. All men who sign up, must show up on time and be prepared to shoot a load within 15 minutes to maintain the schedule. No pullouts, all loads will go inside this man. This will go on through Sunday brunch. When the upper left of the screen is green, this man is taking loads. When it is red, he is resting’. As soon as it was done, it started over again. “What do you think?” my trainer said as he walked into the room. “I don’t know,” I said. He laughed and told me that at least it was an honest answer. I was turned on and overwhelmed. “We have strung together your videos with the photos on your profile as well as those we have taken today. Plus many men noticed you at the pool today. You should be in for a massive breeding.” He watched the screen and mumbled that it wasn’t quite right and left the room. I heard him pick up the phone again and talk. He walked in a few minutes later and watched the screen again. As we were watching, additional text filled the top third of the screen. The letters were transparent so that you could still see the image. There were two rows of three columns on the screen. The first row had the words ‘POZ’, ‘NEG’, and ‘?’ across the columns. The second row showed a “1”, “0”, and “0”. “We are only counting the loads that get directly injected into you by a cock,” he told me. “Now, get up and get your ass in the sling. I wanted you to be able to see the TV screen and see what was being broadcast to all the rooms at this resort, but you are needed facing away from the screen, in the sling.” I got in the sling, put my legs in the straps and held the bottle of poppers tight in my hand.
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If you are in, or will be in seattle and want a hole begging for your poz load hit me up. Skinny smooth skin tight ass. Luv verbal guys who can tell me how much it gets them off to pump that poz load into my tight ass and make an erotic play of it.
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Hey guys, Coming to Atlanta this coming weekend (Nov 5 - 7) and looking to take tons of loads while I'm there, and maybe find someone to get pointed with and tie me in a sling to use my hole. :-) Always looking for a good party! Profile is at http://my.barebackrt.com/bbcumpigga Send me a message on there or email me at bbcumpig1981<at>gmail.com Hope to have some fun with you guys this weekend!
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I’ve now shared my boy’s sweet NEG ass with a handful of friends, some POZ, but mostly NEG. We’ve talked about it and he’s not a chaser, he’s just a cum-loving slut. I can’t hold that against him. Besides, his ass is so hot and so tight, it would be criminal not to share it. I always fuck him bare, and talk real dirty about sharing his ass with strangers, and whoring him out. A few moths ago, we decided to take things to another level, and attend a POZ-friendly sex party, if we could fine one. My boy saw one close to our apartment, and made a reservation. Condoms to be provided, but not required. Getting ready for the event was HOT. I helped him clean out his ass real good, and thought some of the guys there might appreciate a pre-lubed sweet hole for them to use. I rimmed his hole getting it good and sloppy before plunging my rod in to the balls and fucking him hard for a good fifteen minutes before depositing my load deep within. I fingered his ass to make sure every drop made it in and then squirted a bit more lube up there for good measure. I didn’t know how many cocks he’d take that night, but didn’t want anyone to tear him up. When we arrived, we checked our clothes. My boy kept his jock on, and we both kept on our socks, with a few condoms each, just in case. He told me it was okay to play with other bottoms, and I could fuck them raw, but he wanted me to pull out before coming, so I could give my loads to him. I made him PROMISE me to not take anyone raw unless they promised they were NEG. He agreed, but looked a little hurt. My boy went to look for a water bottle to keep himself hydrated and told me to “make friends.” I was shocked to see one or two familiar faces there. One was my old buddy BJ, a barrel chested cigar smoking bearded daddy-type bear, in leather chaps, with his cock hanging out. I am usually a top, but a few summers ago, after a particularly wild party, I gave my raw ass to BJ and took his load. I fondly remembered his beer-can thick cock, big egg-sized low-hanging balls, and salty load dripping down my thighs. He had licked up as much as possible and snowballed it to me. He asked what I was doing there, and I said, “Lining up some dick for my boyfriend." "You still NEG?” he asked. “As far as I know.” “Your boy?” “NEG.” “Fuck,” he said, “I’d tap his hot little ass any time, but I got POZZED.” I asked when, and he promised it was after our one hot time together. I told him he was free to fuck him as long as he bagged up and pulled out before coming. I told him I would get off on licking up his BUG JUICE from my boy’s ass and back. That really got him going, and he started slowly jerking himself. My boy came back with some water, and I introduced BJ to my boy. He was smitten. BJ took his hand and led him to a mattress in a side room. Watching my boy savagely kissing this hot POZ daddy got me rock hard. BJ bent him over to fuck him doggy style, facing me as I fed my hard cock to my boy’s hungry mouth. He was in heaven. I offered BJ a condom, but he refused. I thought he was going to fuck him raw, and was about to protest, when he reached into his back pocket and got one of his own. He carefully unwrapped it, and properly put it on. My boy was screwing his ass around in circles, hungry for action, and wondering what the delay was. I nodded to BJ, and properly bagged up, he slowly slid his cock all the way in. My boy was not quiet about how much he was enjoying being fucked by this thick cock. I pulled my dripping dick out of his mouth and whispered into his ear, “BJ’s POZ, but he’s fucking you safe, and he promised to pull out when he comes. I’ll feed it to you if I don’t swallow it all myself.” He grunted approval, reaching back to make sure BJ was all latexed up. After a few minutes doggy style, BJ’s pace increased and he lunged forward, then paused for a few seconds. He leaned forward and whispered something in my boy’s ear. He grunted back, “Oh yeah, man. Don’t stop. Give it to me!” “Getting close?” I asked. “Fuck yeah!” I noticed we had drawn a bit of a crowd, and there were four or five guys egging BJ on, “Load him up!” “Cum in his ass,” they shouted. BJ picked up his pace again, and really started slamming his ass. He pulled out, and went to pull off the condom. It was then I saw that it had ripped. I guess that’s what that lunge was. He didn’t even seem to notice that the condom had broken, but he’d kept his promise and pulled out, thank God. He shot a massive load all over my boy’s sweaty back and ass. I lurched forward and licked it off in gobs, making sure it wouldn't drip into his used sweaty hole. I spit it into his piggy grinning face. He swallowed it all down, meekly thanked BJ for a good time, and asked the crowd, “Who’s next?” BJ wasled away to a corner to watch the action. A skinny nerdy looking frekle-faced redhead with a huge wang nervously stepped up. As my boy’s pimp for the night, I gave the redhead the same rules I had given BJ. He nodded okay. I offered him a condom, and he smiled, pulling one of his own from his socks. Same brand as BJ. Small world. He bagged up, and slid right in. I reached around to make sure it was on properly, and almost busted a nut feeling his huge dick plunging in and out of my boy’s hole, latex and all. Seeing his familiar hairy hole being filled with a cute nerdy stranger’s cock got me really hot. I was glad to be sharing that moment with my boy, and felt safe knowing that I was there to make sure it was happening safely. Big Red slammed his sweet ass a few times and sunk it in all the way, pulled out almost entirely, and slammed in again, holding it there. Then he slowed his pace as my boy wriggled around on his pole. He looked pleadingly around the room. “Someone give me his dick to suck!” A well-muscled Chelsea gym bunny stepped up and stuck his dick in my boy’s eager mouth. Big Red quicked his stride, and looked like he was cumming. He left his dick in my boy’s sloppy hole for a few seconds before pulling it out with a juicy plop. Fuck, the condom broke again, and this time he’d cum deep inside my boy’s hole. Gym Guy saw this and before I could do anything, spun my boy around and stuck his cock in raw. BJ went from lurking in the corner and came up behind me. “Don’t fight it,” he whispered. “This is what he came here for. Don’t ruin it for him.” “What!?!?!” I asked. BJ explained to me that this wasn’t a POZ-friendly party, it was a POZ-only party and my boy and I were the only NEG ones there. He then told me that he came once in my boy’s hole before shooting his second load that I shared with my boy. Big Red has probably also shot twice up his still-NEG hole. I was furious, but still-rock hard. BJ explained that he was the party organizer and told my boy the whole deal before he agreed to come. The condoms had been poked through with pins before being strategically scattered throughout the place and handed out to people who wanted the illusion of playing safe. My head was spinning as Gym Guy slammed my boy’s ass real hard, creaming his pussy. He pulled out just enough to shoot a few spurts on my boy’s quivering hole before pressing them in with his oozing cock. BJ got down on his knees and swallowed my hard tool as another guy lined him his dick with my boy’s hungry gaping drippy hole. I saw his dick before the rest of him. Salt and pepper hair, firm chest and arms, but sunken sick-looking facial cheeks. The other guys didn’t look POZ, but this fucker sure did. He pumped a few times, looking like a rutting animal, before loading my boy’s hole. I came in BJ’s mouth and he took it all in his mouth, then got up, and fed me some of my load. He then started fingering my hole with the rest of it. I was overcome with lust. How forbidden to be sharing my boy’s hole with a roomful of POZ strangers. I wanted some of the attention for myself and got down doggy style, facing my boy’s mouth and started kissing him hard. He was shocked that I was now on my knees too, being a slut offering up his ass for POZ cum. He seemed to be smiling. I closed my eyes, reached back and spread my cheeks for someone to dick me. And someone did. Several someones did. I took at least four cocks, and counted at least three loads up cum deposited deep up my NEG hole. My boy must have taken at least eight dicks. And he took all of their loads, like a champ. When we left, we were both covered in sweat and cum. We made it home and spooned together all night, cum leaking out both of our holes. Neither of his showered or washed out our cummy asses. We both tested NEG later that month and NEG again a month later. We haven’t been back to the POZ party yet, and may not be allowed until we both test POZ. Until then, I’ll have to keep looking for dick for my boy’s hole, and occasionally mine.
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Hi, Took a load from a guy who recently converted and has a high Viral Load. Have got a home testing kit that I would like to use before going to get a test at a clinic. Been told that the test will give a more accurate result 12 weeks after exposure, but not sure, Is it worth doing it sooner, just dont want to waste it if it doesnt give me and accurate reading. When do you think I should take the test?
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I don't know what it is about guys getting seeded and pozzed, but it gives me an incredible hard-on where I just gotta fuck! Here is my story. I’ve been poz for about a few years now. I got pozzed when I was 19. I don't know the guy who did it because apparently a couple of poz guys fucked me, and who knows who’s cum actually converted me. I went out with a friend of mine, Mike, to celebrate my birthday, and boys being boys, we did a lot of drinking and not surprisingly, sex was a topic of conversation, so eventually Mike and I went to a sex club. I was so trashed that I don't really remember what happened. All I know is that I had a lot of sex that night. We both did. I got real sick a few months afterwards, and when I went for a checkup, I found out I was poz. Almost at the same time Mike also tested poz. We both freaked out and stuff. You know. Even so, life goes on, and a year or so later Mike and I were at another party and we met a group of four guys who were friends and they greeted us enthusiastically. In chatting with them I learned what happened at the sex club. It turns out the group of guys, Greg, Mike, Dan and Scott, had fucked us, and they remembered us because we were the only two Asian boys there (not an unusual occurrence at that sex club) They told me the following tale is pretty much what went down. Apparently Mike and I were pretty trashed when we arrived at the club, and it was obvious. I guess I’m a total slut when I’m drunk, because I was cruising like crazy. One of the poz guys, Greg, who is really into Asian guys, came onto me, and took me into a corner where we made out as he felt me up. His three buddies accompanied us and, along with Dave, a regular orgy ensued. I went down on my knees and began to blow Greg (I subsequently learned his cock is about seven inches and thick) and then, drawing me to my feet, he had me turn around, whereupon he ate my hole. I love only one thing more than being rimmed and that’s getting dicked, so I tend to believe I asked Greg to slip me his cock. He said I never asked about a condom, so he did me bare. His other friends knew he was poz, and told him to continue to fuck me, and not to pull out. As this was happening to me, Scott, who is negative, was fucking Mike was being fucked by Scott, who is neg. Mike and I started making out while we were getting banged. Greg shot his load in me and was promptly replaced by Joe, another poz guy, who apparently fucked me real hard - they tell me I was moaning, and not entirely in pleasure. I found out later that Joe had a nine-inch thick cock with a PA. He didn't take it off, and intentionally forced his dick into me to tear me up a little. His ring would scrape the lining of me ass and when he shot his load, it would be more likely to poz me. Dan, the fourth guy, fucked Mike after Scott was done. Apparently then there was a trade-off of sorts: Greg and Joe fucked and pozzed Mike while Dan fucked me. It’s unclear to me if Scott ever fucked me that night. So, at a minimum I was fucked by three guys, two of whom were poz, and Mike was fucked by four guys, again two of whom were poz. How lucky can a guy get? Eventually they sent us home in a cab. So that's how Mike and I got pozzed. Oh, yes, the six of us are regular fuck buddies. And of course I’ve seeded a few guys since then, mostly at bath houses and sex clubs, but I’ll tell you those tales another time. Asianboy
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My boy and I have been together for seven years and have amazing sex. He's an insatiable piggy bottom who lets me cream his tight asshole every chance I get. He can bounce up and down it like a champ. We have only played together with other boys once and it was intense. See, we always play bare, and I just thought that he'd make other guys bag it up. Not so. When my boy's best friends from High School, who were now boyfriends, came to the city to visit, we put them up on our sofa bed. We have a small apartment, but the bedroom is separate enough to provide some privacy. First night they were on the sofa bed, we could hear them fucking. It sounded like Ron was really pounding Jonathan's ass hard. My boy got turned on listening and we snuck to the cracked door and watched for a few seconds before he backed up on to my precum-oozing cock. I fucked him in the doorway until I blasted my load up his hole, my cum leaking down his tanned thighs as Ron blasted inside his boy. We quietly closed the door as Jonathan shot his load all over Ron's burly chest. The next morning, our guests headed out to do some sightseeing, while my boy and I hopped on the train for work. We made plans to meet up at a bar and go dancing that night. (I gave them the addresses of some really sleazy adult stores in Hell's Kitchen and Chelsea in case they needed somewhere to go during the day. Don't know if they went.) I wrapped up everything at my office a few hours earlier than usual. I thought I'd head uptown and change before our night out. When I got to the apartment door, I could hear heavy breathing and moans from inside. I remembered we hadn't given our guests a set of keys and thought my boy must have been watching some bareback porn on the TV. Boy was I wrong. Opening the door, I saw my boy, being double penetrated by Ron and Jonathan. Ron was on his back, with Jonathan's sticky cock slamming back and forth into my boy's hole. His jaw dropped when he saw me and pulled off their cocks. The boyfriends laughed as my boy tried to make an excuse. “It's not what it looks like,” he shrieked. I chuckled as I unbottoned my shirt and dropped my trousers. “It looks like a helluva good time to me. Mind if I join in,” I asked. His eyes lit up and I shoved my now-hard cock as far and as roughly as I could down his mouth. I then noticed the lack of ripped condom packages on the bed. No lube either. Fuck, he's giving it up raw again! I thought, “at least time the tops aren't total strangers!” The other boys repositioned and went back to raw tag teaming his sweet hungry hole. I asked them both to tell me when they were close. Ron asked if it was okay to cream my boy's tight hole. I said, “You're both clean right?” He smiled but didn't reply. As his breathing quicken, I shot some of my load down my boy's velvety throat and some on his slutty slack-jawed face. He was in pig heaven. I got down on all fours close to my boy's ass as Ron started to shoot. Jonathan pulled his slimy dick out as Ron creamed my boy's tight hole. That sent Jonathan over the edge and he shot a few spurts on his boyfriend's raw dick before jamming his cock up there too. They both loaded him up real good, then pulled out. I shoved my own cummy cock up his hole and came again after just a few strokes. We were a sweaty mess. Ron said that they had got the idea to try to seduce my boy after a hot Hell's Kitchen gloryhole session. They called my boy at work and asked him to come home early so they could let them in. “So this wasn't the whole reason for coming to the city after all, breeding my boy?,” I asked? “Well now. Jonathan tested POZ this summer and we were going to a breeding party to see if I could take some loads too,” Ron said, rather matter-of-factly. Shit. The last time my boy took another guy's raw load, there was a good chance that it had been POZ. He dodged a bullet that time, but his ass was well-used and torn up. What if it took? My boy asked me, “Will you suck out the cum? That may make safer?” Well, safety was out the window at this point, and when I saw him fingering his sloppy cummy mancunt, I couldn't resist. I fingered out all three loads, felching for all I was worth, jealously swallowing it all, Jonathan's POZ cream, mixed with Ron's and mine. I got hard again and came in Jonathan's hungry mouth. We cleaned up and went dancing, getting horny and sweaty again before heading home and having another delicious fourway. This time, I took Ron's load and perhaps one of my boy's last NEG loads. Hot. Fucking hot.
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One late night I was hangin with my Poz Pig buddy Todd. Todd lives in one of those Gay Ghettos in a Huge US City, directly across the street from a sleezy leather bar. We got kinda bored in his house, and since both of us really needed to piss, he suggested that we take it outside. Todd's house sits back from the street by about 25 feet, and there are other buildings on either side of his front yard, which is also where he parks his car, there not being any room to park elsewhere. The buildings flanking his yard are both out by the street, so his car is in a kind of dark nook just off the street, but totally visible to anyone passing by that cares to look in that direction. It was right around bar-closing time when we went out, both of us wearing leather harnesses, collars, armbands and boots. Maybe a jock too, I can't recall that. And we were both kinds feelin real good, ya know, and had taken with us a bottle of baby oil [cause it SURE does feel good when you're feelin good, know what I mean?] We started out by taking turns one of us kneeling in front of the other, while we got pissed on. Both of us love the feeling of hot piss streaming over our bodies, in our hair and faces. We both try to be politically correct too, recycling whenever possible, which in this case meant suckin each others pissing cocks, and swallowing whatever piss didn't escape our mouths. When we finished with the immediate need, we turned to fucking each other, while the bottom one of us bent over the hood of his car. A number of vehicles passed by us, including at least one police car, while we were fucking each other. Suddenly a car stopped, but it was only preparing to turn into the parking lot across the street. The driver, a twenty-something Jock type, got out of the car and unzipped his Levis, obviously needing to relieve himself. Todd, ever the Slutty Whore, whistled really loud, and when Dude turned our way, Todd motioned him over. Well, the Jock looked interested in finding out just what was happening in that dark corner, and he hurried across the street to us. Todd and I both say "Sup" [while Todd was still long-dicking my ass] and Dude's eyes got REAL big as he slurred "Damn you Dudes are Hot!" To which Todd says 'Ya wanna finish that piss you started?" And Dude says "yeah... where at?" "How about in his face?" Todd says, pointing to me, bent over the car hood, Leathered out and covered with baby oil. Dude says Sure, pulls his cock out and starts pissing over my back and into my face. I quickly opened my mouth to get some of that hot piss, just as Todd started pumping my ass faster, obviously close to shooting his Poz load up my hole. I could feel his cock spasming in my hole, and starting to slide in and out easier, my hole now slicked with his toxic cum. Todd pulls out, bends over next to me on the car hood, and tells me to fuck him. As I slid my dripping cock up Todd's slutty hole, Todd told Dude that if he wanted to, he could fuck my ass while I fucked his. Well, Dude had finished his piss, me swallowing about half of it, and the other half being sprayed all over Todd and I. Next thing I know, I feel a piss-wet quickly hardening cock at my hole, and I only slowed my thrusts long enough to tell Dude "just plow it in me, I love it hard!" Yep, I got exactly what I'd asked for, as this anonymous hottie shoved his now rock hard raw cock deep into my cum-slick asshole. God, it felt awesome! Here I was, outside, in public, on a hot summer night, covered in baby oil and piss, with a load of cum already up my ass, a hard anonymous cock raw-dicking my hole, and my dick deep up another hot tight hole. When I get a dick up my ass, its damn near impossible for me to hold out, so I was quickly shooting my toxic load deep up into Todd's ass, and my cum-spasms must have set off Jock Dude's orgasm, because he was quickly unloading in me! Todd and I stayed bent over, still coupled, as Dude said "I gotta piss again!" Todd told him to just let it loose in my ass, and I soon felt that great hot, wet, filling feeling in my ass, which set off my own piss into Todd's ass. When everyone had finished pissing, we all uncoupled, turned to our anonymous donor and thanked him for the hot time. He told us that the pleasure was all his LOL. The next night, Todd picked me up at my place to drive to McDonalds. As I settled into the front seat of his Camaro, I looked at the windshield and said "Dude!! How can you see out of your windows, they're all slick with baby oil LOL!!" To which he replied, "Well, thats just a hazard of livin in the 'Hood..."
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I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smoking my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smoking so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tasting my cigar spit and me tasting that great cock /pre-cum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rock hard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt working his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself. Hugging him tightly, kissing all over his neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it. I could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, give me your cum!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fucking my dick with his ass as I was fucking his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fucking his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long, so I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was bucking hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin’ the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that cum in my hot hole - fuck me Daddy - FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one. I was making him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin’ the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fucking cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Eventually he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. Standing up, I led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again - another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck number two. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had a second cumshot up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, and frankly I generally don’t come three times in rapid succession, but this was beyond mere sex. This was infatuation. My cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, my cock was tumescent and, finding his hole, entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuck strokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long. Spurts of ‘Daddy Cream’ joined the loads already there. My fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuck stroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fucking him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his hole and crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, encrusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I. To find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me.
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I met this one guy when I was on AOL and went to his apartment in a neighboring county. He told that he was into bareback sex only, so I kind of took that as a clue that me might be poz or wanted to be pozzed. He didn’t ask me my status, so I didn’t tell him I was poz. Well, when I progressed from rimming his hole to rubbing my cock across it, he offered me condoms if I wanted them. I declined. We started to fuck hot and sweaty, the whole time he said, "give it to me" give me your baby batter.” He really wanted me to cum in his ass bad. Now this was the first guy I had barebacked in seven years since I found out I was poz where the bottom gave me permission to cum in his ass. Well, I obliged him and shot my hot load up his ass. We got together a couple more times and repeated the performance. A week or so later I was chatting with a different guy on AOL. The conversation had continued to the point we determined we were sexually compatible; we had exchanged photographs and were physically attractive to each other, and had exchanged telephone numbers. I had just disclosed my status to him when the on-line connection was broken. Within seconds the telephone rang, and I assumed it was the new guy, and that he was calling me to set-up a fuck session. I opened the conversation by saying “So you don't have any problems with my being poz?” It was then that the guy on the other end of the line said "so when were you going to get around to telling me this?” It was then that I realized it was this guy that I had fucked two times prior. Lord you could have heard a pin drop. I said that I figured that since you wanted bareback that you must be poz too. It was then that he disclosed to me that just two weeks prior to us fucking that he found out that he also was poz. Ever since I have made it a point to disclose that I am poz as so that doesn't happen again. I have screwed with guys bareback before, but never came in their ass, always on the back. Guess with this case I was really lucky. Now I won't assume that if someone is into bareback that he is positive. This isn't much, but it’s something. Hope you can use it.
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Not a great weekend last weekend, so sorry for the wait. Yesterday more than made up for it, so I'm thinking it was worth it. And I am on vacation this week, so hopefully there'll be some hot guys looking to get pozzed and YOU WILL here about it! So, I spent my day off doing some errands. One of the things I needed to do was get a new bottle of poppers--which meant a trip up to the video store. The only store that sells poppers these days is about a 1/2 hour drive, so I try to make sure it's worth my while and usually see what's going on in the video booths. Sometimes it's hopping, like it was today, and sometimes you're lucky if you find one guy. As soon as I got in the parking lot I knew it was gonna be hit-and-miss. There were so many cars in the lot. Too many people and it's hard to cruise because all the booths are gonna be taken up. But boy did I luck out. I opened the door on the end to find this hot Dad type guy sitting with his pants around his ankles and his dick pointing at the ceiling. Silver hair, little mustache, fit, with a furry chest, bright eyes and one hell of a smile when he gave me a nod and asked me to join him. What a mouth on this one. NATURAL. BORN. COCKSUCKER. Loved taking my cock to the base and working his throat muscles. I usually have a hard time coming just from a blow job without any extra stimulation, but Dad was just enjoying it so damn much. And he wanted it. And he GOT it. I haven't blasted a load like that in ages. I'm surprised I did not drown the sexy man! But he took it all and then sucked my shaft until he got every drop from my nuts. Great times. So after that I drove out to my favorite spot. It was a gorgeous day, it deserved to be enjoyed with some outdoor sex! It seemed really slow, so when I went in the woods and this older grungy-looking guy followed me, I went with it. Dude was older and pock-marked; white, stringy hair to his shoulders and smelled like booze and cigarettes. Every once in a while you just need some hot, dirty grunge sex. He pulls down his pants and he has this beautiful, pin-straight cock. I go down on him and his pubes smell like stale piss. FUCK yeah! Was going down own him and slapping drool on my hole to lube it. When I get up I ask if he fucks and he says, no. Only with his partner. But he starts rubbing my hole and sticking his tongue down my throat and I blast load #2 of the day. I am so ready to go home. There's a couple of cars hanging around, but they were there before, so I don't think much of it. I have a cigarette and do a drive through for the heck of it. I park and take a little walk over. Two guys come out of the woods as I'm walking in, so I stop just inside and take a heavy piss. Too bad someone wasn't around to take it. (Outdoor piss scenes = HOT!) So I'm pissing and this tall, slim Puerto Rican comes around the corner checking me out. God, the guy had to be at least 6'5". He had painter duds on and I could practically see the drool coming from his mouth. We go far deep back in the woods. Now, I don't know how to describe this guy better. He seemed close to a foot taller then me, so probably 6'5", about 180, sweet mocha skin, a beautiful set of lips and close-cropped hair. He starts playing with my dick and licking his lips and I ask him if he wants a taste. He asks me if he can and when I nod he gets on his knees. Another great cock sucker and between his mouth work and submissiveness, I'm getting rock hard again. I reach down to pull on a nip and I can feel him groaning around my dick, sending little jolts of electricity to my balls. I pull my shorts all the way off and yoke my shirt behind my head and start feeding him my balls. The boy's writhing on the floor of the woods while I alternate my shaft and my balls in his mouth. I pull out and wipe my slippery shaft all over his face and then spit in his open mouth. I bend down to his ear and whisper, "You need to get fucked, don't you, boy?" and he whimpers. Actually fucking whimpers. I pull off his shirt, ring his pants around his ankles and push him over. He's there on his hands-and-knees, his legs locked by his jeans, and his boy hole winking at me. Who could resist sticking his tongue in a sweet boy ass like that? It's so perky and naturally hairless other then right around his hole. I get my tongue in his crack and just lick the outside of his hole, then press my thumb against it. I lick more to get it wetter and start pushing my tongue at his hole. I want entrance. I wanna taste the inside of him. And I do. His boy hole just opens around my tongue and I start fucking him with it. Spitting in it. Tonguing it. Fingering it. Now I'm dripping. Who knows if I can cum again? All I know is I'm rock hard and need to stick it in his fresh boy cunt. It's winking at me again and his hips are gyrating. I put my head at his hole and rub. I push in a little and he doesn't ask for a condom. I slide more in and he pushes back until I'm in to my balls. I just leave it in there; feeling the warmth of his juicy hole throbbing around my shaft. And then I start to fuck. He wants it. He just keeps begging, "Please...please...please...," and beating and clawing at the pine needles on the ground. I give him all I have and can start to feel my balls tingling again. Am I going to get to charge this little boy ass up, I ask myself. I offer him a hit from my new popper bottle (thank god I made that stop) and he takes a deep one and passes them back to me. I take a nice, long hit of my own. I'm pumping now. Pulling all the way out and then grinding to the bottom. He keeps begging me to screw him. And then it happens...I'm nutting in his hot little boy ass. Giving him my poz load. Breeding him deep as I can pump it. I leave it in for quite a while. This load may not be that big, but I'm going to make sure he gets every drop. I start to get a little soft and carefully pull myself out so my load doesn't come pouring out of his ass. There's one little drop of my cum just sitting right at his hole, so I go in with my tongue to clean it off and then my fingers take over and I start pushing it in. He reaches back and slaps more cum on his hole. He came while I was pounding him and I didn't even know it! He sticks two of his cum-soaked fingers up his cunt and starts playing with himself. I go back in and start licking his hole and his fingers. I help him up and we start making out. He asks if I came in him and I say, "Yes, boy. I bred your hole." He asks if I'm clean and I tell him yes. He doesn't need to know. I don't know if it's going to take, but it it would be hot to know I planted my bug in a hot little slut like him. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and get the chance to try again. But who am I kidding? All I really wanna do is plow that super sweet hole again. Pozzing his cute butt would just be icing on the cake. I need a cigarette.
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The young man e-mailed me, saying he wanted to explore gay sex. I met him at the motel parking lot; as soon as I saw him, I wanted him. He was cute, divorced, 25, 5’9", 150 pounds, brown hair, and wore wire rim glasses that made him look, well, bookish. We got a room, and I suggested he take a shower, after which he stepped-out of the bathroom with a little white towel wrapped around his waist. "Have you ever actually sucked cock before?" I asked. "No, but a guy sucked me off last week," he replied. My shaft twitched as I studied his sweet ass. Yanking off his towel, I was rewarded with the sight of his rock hard, six inch cock which was oozing precum. Without a word I went down on his balls, licking and teasing them, driving him to squirm in pleasure. Taking his cock in my mouth, I ran my hands up his smooth thighs, slipping my spit-lubed finger in his butt, and when I connected with his prostate, he moaned, “Oh, my God!” His pole throbbed, his butthole tightened in pleasure. When he shot into my mouth his butt hole tightened so much I thought he was gonna amputate my digit. I didn’t swallow his all his cum, but instead used as much as I could to lubricate his hole, and playing a bit more with it as I positioned a pillow beneath his ass. “What are ya gonna do?” As if he had not an inkling. “Time to get fucked, Bud. I need it bad; and you do, too. You just don’t know it yet.” “Go easy, Man! This’ll be my first.” I told him not to worry. It might hurt a bit, but he’d cum to love it. I pressed my tool against his hole, but couldn't make an entrance. It was so fuckin' tight! I tried again, taking the precaution of balling his briefs and shoving them in his mouth. This time my rod popped in. He closed his eyes, as tears streaked down his cheeks. "Sorry, man, I can't and won't stop. You've gotta learn, and believe me, you will come to crave getting cock in your ass," I told him by way of consolation. I have no doubt the pain was profound, and the blood on my dick was graphic evidence. Of course my cock had no qualms about his discomfort, but rather throbbed in his ass. I pushed in all the way, paused, pulled the briefs out of his mouth, leaned forward and kissed him. I decided it was time to plow him. By then he was really getting into it. “Fuck me! “Yeah, man. I wanna knock you up." I pistoned mycock in deeper and blasted a huge wad of poison jism up his tight ass. I pulled out and saw his now gaping hole, which invited me to slide a couple of fingers into his ass to slip and slide in my noxious seed which was swimming in his guts. "Squeeze your ass muscles a bit," I asked, and was gratified to see a juicy mixture of blood, cum, and yes, traces of shit, ooze out of his hole. I was so further aroused I screwed him three times more before he left. Within two months he had converted.
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It had started out like any other Saturday on South Beach—Ricky and I out for a weekend of partying. No big deal really. We spent the day on the beach tanning, then after dinner went dancing. There was this guy dancing next to us. He was about six foot tall and built like a gymnast. I was really fascinated by the way the beads of sweat ran down his chest to his navel. We worked our way toward him until I could feel him rubbing up against me. We introduced ourselves. After a while, Ray invited Ricky and me to a party. We followed Ray and his buddies back to their hotel. He opened the door to his hotel room and a dozen guys piled in. Joints were passed around and beer, too. Even though we’d been dancing a few minutes before, there was silence in the room. No one touched anyone or even talked. We all knew what we were there for. But no one made the first move. Ray stood up and cleared his throat like he was going to make a speech. Everyone looked at him. "I know at least one guy here who wants to get screwed." AND HE LOOKED STRAIGHT AT ME. Actually STRAIGHT was the wrong word to use. That statement that was all it took. Two of Ray’s friends pulled my clothes off. And everyone else stripped, too. All around me guys were naked and making out. Ray was blowing me. I lifted my leg so he could get his tongue up my ass. His tongue and lips gnawed at my hole, making me hot to get dicked. I watched the crimson head of his dick grow larger. "Get him wet. Get him ready," I heard one of his buddies say. And Ray’s tongue probed deeper into my ass. Across the room Ricky was screwing a cute blonde. He looked over at me and nodded, as if to say, "Go for it!" I knew Ricky was poz. He’d been open with me since he first found out. He told me about all the sex he’d been having. It made me jealous. I wanted to screw without condoms, too. But Ricky never took me seriously. Ray’s dick nuzzled my manhole. It was hot and wet. His precum dripped down my ass crack. I wanted him so badly. I watched Ricky screwing the young blonde across the room, and felt a pang of jealousy. I knew he was barebacking the kid, and imagined it was Ricky’s bare dick that was entering me. Ray pushed against my mancunt until his whole shaft was buried inside me. His friends began to encourage him. "Come on, man! Screw that hole! Give him what he needs! Breed him!" Ray leaned forward to kiss me. His lips tasted so hot. “Is this your first time?" "Getting screwed?" "No, barebacking." "Well, almost." "You’re neg?" "Yeah." I didn’t ask him his stats cause I was pretty sure I knew. "What would happen if I came inside you?" "I’d love it." "What if I told you I was poz?" "Doesn’t matter." That was all he needed. He must have already been on the edge. Because with one final thrust he shot his poz juices deep inside my guts. Soon as he pulled out, one of his buddies replaced him. The guy propped me up on top of him so I was sitting on his dick. Then pulled me forward, so I was just in the right position for another of Ray’s friends to enter me. So there I was--getting double fucked—bareback. For the first time in my life. Someone handed me a bottle of poppers. I needed it. I inhaled deeply. The 2 dicks inside of me were stretching my hole to its limits. I handed the bottle of poppers back to its owner, and it was Ricky! "Go for it! GET POZZED NOW!" he commanded lustily, kissing me hard on the lips. My asshole screamed for relief from the simultaneous pounding the two guys were giving me, yet I knew my body language was telling them different. Still I was glad when they finally shot and pulled out. My hole throbbed as Ricky entered me. I wrapped my arms around him like he was the only man in the world I ever wanted. He told me how he wanted to make absolutely sure I converted so he could screw me forever. He plowed me hard till he screamed, "MY POZ CUM IS SHOOTING IN YOU--NOW!" “SHOOT IT IN ME, RICKY. I WANT YOUR LOAD!” Everyone in the room must have heard us, but I didn’t care. Three other guys lined up behind Ricky, playing with themselves and each other. By the time we got back to the own hotel room, I’d taken 7 loads The 3 guys had acted on their impulses. I let them, while Ray and Ricky urged them on. My hole was burning and raw. Ricky went down to the front desk and got some suntan oil, which was all they had, for me to put on it. A week later I came down with the flu. In two months I tested poz. Now I suck and fuck without thinking--or talking--about it. I only hope I can do for the guys I screw what my poz brothers did for me.
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It was the weekend and I was craving some hot, messy Spooge. I don't know what it is about me, but having my Mancunt shot full of Jizm is programmed into my system. I can't go too long without suffering from Cum Deprivation. In my opinion, a Fuckhole, male or female, exists primarily for the purpose of getting spunked and getting bred (i.e, POZZED). There's nothing hotter than a guy with POZ Spooge oozing out of his hot slimy Hole. Online I got hit on by a couple guys whom I invited over. The first was a 22 year old Hispanic, about 5'10" with shaved balls and a nice thick 6 inches. In seconds, my little Cholo had his Dick up my Ass, fucking the Shit outta me. Those HIV Meds will do it to ya every time. My Butt started making those squishy sounds—a sure sign that I was getting bred bad. Whispering in my ear, the Youngster rasped in his heavy Latin accent, "You like that, doncha?" I could only grunt my approval. The dude nailed me every which way--on my back with my legs twisted over my head—and on my knees as his fingers scratched and milked my Nips while I, my lips pressed to my cell, gave directions to Top#2. When it seemed like I could take it no longer, the nasty Fucker grabbed my Dildo and, pressing it and his Dick against my Pucker, simultaneously plunged both into me. Beaten senseless by the assault, I didn't know whether I wanted him to continue till I heard myself bellow, "Fuck me harder! Cum up my Ass!" The air was rife with our man smells--our sweat, the juice from my Ass, and the Spunk from his Cock, all intermingled in a heady, intoxicating aroma that pervaded the room. There was no escaping the pervasive odour of promiscuous Mansex. He tore the Dildo out of my Ass, pulled me to my knees, and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, before spunking my Hole with a beautiful warm, gushing flood of Death Seed. I could not move, because his arms were wrapped tightly about me; but I did manage to grind my buttocks against his pelvis to ensure we remained one in the same. I live for the joy of taking Jizz up the Ass and wanted him aware of my gratitude for the Gift and how much I appreciated his contribution. I was likewise aware that his beautiful Fuckstick had been indirectly exposed to hundreds of Loads from my previous Lovers, and all the risks (e.g., HIV, Clap, the Syph, and Hep that went with them. It blew my mind that he was only 22 and so horned up that he was willing to do a Cumslut like me—who opens up for any Fag who wants to fuck him. When he said I looked younger than my years, I wasn't sure if he meant he liked 'em boyish (which I am) or innocent (which I most definitely am not). What he didn't know was that this "boy" (who goes out of his way to avoid getting tested) regularly takes 2 or 3 loads a night and 10 to 20 on weekends. We lay united for a while, and a few minutes later, he shot again—that time Hot Gold—his Piss soaking my Cunt and my Guts. It was all there—his Piss and Cum and my Ass Juices—swirling and churning in a brownish Toxic Blend in my convulsing Mancunt. I imagined this Toxic Brew siphoning back through his Piss Slit, winding down through his urethra, squeezing through microscopic tears in his capillaries, and burrowing into his T's, where it could fester--later to devastate his mind and body. He left in an hour. I had two other piggy visitors that night, each of whom marked his territory in my Pussy. Such is the way of true love.
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22 Sub Btm Cub.. I dont care about my own pleasure or getting off. I was born to be fucked. Im want greedy top(s) who will fuck me without mercy and for his own pleasure... Love to drink from that tap of a nasty cock... Would love a Tops who could fist me hole for the first time. Just put me in a sling, party me up, and have your way with me. Bring Buddys, take Pics, make a video. I dont care... I just know that im a neg boy who neeeds some poz cum....Will beg for it if i have to...
