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Hey guys, I just had an unexpected and random encounter I thought I'd share with you. I had dinner with two girlfriends at a place called the Turkish Grill on Queens Blvd and 42nd in Queens, New York. The food was amazing, but more interesting was the waiter, a young Turkish-American guy, maybe 25 years old, lean and muscular with spiky black punk hair, dark middle-eastern facial scruff, tight black pants that showed a nice crotch and perky soccer ass, and a sly smile. All through dinner, he kept shooting me glances, but each time I looked back at him he gave me a kind of contemptuous stare, as if he knew I was a fag and he hated me. At the end of the meal, he brought us Turkish coffee, which is very thick and has a lot of 'mud' at the bottom. I commented on it, and he offered to show me how they make it. I demurred, not being sure what I was getting myself into, and thinking I didn't want to make a scene in case I came onto him and he decided to yell at me or something. After we paid and were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I headed to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom door are stairs going down to the basement, and I saw the sexy Turkish waiter standing a few steps down, looking at me. He raised a finger and gestured for me to come toward him, then pointed down the stairs. He took a few steps down and turned back to see if I was following. Again he gestured for me to follow him, so I did. As soon as we were in the basement, which was mostly dark, dirty, and smelled of rotting vegetables, he put one hand on his crotch and, with the other, pointed at it, as if telling me that's where my attention belonged. I took a step closer to him, and leaned in close to his face, intending to kiss him. But as I moved in, I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me down with enough force that I didn't try to fight back. I sunk to my knees on the filthy cement floor as his other hand unzipped his fly and yanked on the belt to open it. Within a few seconds, a very hot and veiny cut cock came into view, dark-skinned and surrounded by black wiry hairs, with the glisten of precum at the tip. I knew we had to be fast as my friends were waiting, and he probably had other tables to attend to. I thought I could blow him quickly, get my reward, and be out of there within three minutes. But as soon as my lips encircled the head of his cock, I felt both of his hands take me by the ears, and his cock started piledriving my throat. I was only about 8 inches, and not the thickest I'd taken, but the way he was digging it deep into my throat made me start to gag. And each time he felt my throat spasm around his cock, he stuck it in deeper, digging and burrowing into the soft folds of tissue inside of me. After gagging maybe a dozen time, my eyes tearing and my nose running freely with clear snot, I finally did the worst and threw up a little into my throat. He looked down and me and ordered, "Swallow it!" I did, his cock still in my mouth, and as he felt me swallow, he slammed back into me. Wth a few seconds I had gagged again, and vomited more this time, my whole mouth filling with it. Again he ordered, "Swallow it, faggot!" And I did, the head of his cock still between my lips. Disgusting, I know, but that's what happend. Then he commanded, "Drop your pants." So I spit out his cock, covered in my slime and snot and tears, and opened my belt, pulling out my hard dick and balls. "Don't show me your dick bitch. Bend the fuck over!" So I did. For a second he put both hands into my crack, feeling the hole. I heard a sniff, as if he was checking his fingers to find out if I was clean. Of course I usually douche when I'm going out, just in case of a situation like this, and I was not only clean but also fairly well lubed. He reached his hand around to my face and, after wiping at the snot pouring out of my nose from the brutal facefucking, put his hand in front of my mouth and ordered, "Spit." He used my own snot and spit to lube his cock, and without any warning at all, slammed into my ass as brutally as he'd fucked my throat. I gasped instinctive, and loudly I guess, and instantly felt his fist crack into the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up! If you make a single sound I will kick the shit out of you!" he hissed at me in a very loud whisper. For about two minutes he slammed into me without mercy, each thrust resulting in the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, as I held onto the side of a shelving unit for support, the boxes and cans rattling and shifting as the wire shelves and I were rocked by his brutal fucking. And then I heard his gasp -- a massive intake of breath as both his hands grasped my hips and he drove so deep into me I could feel the heat of his swelling cockhead in my guts. In complete silence, he jerked and spasmed maybe six times, holding me completely still with total force as his hot seed rushed into my ass. As I felt his cock start to withdraw from me, I straightened up, using the shelves to come up from my bent-over position. By the time I had turned around, he had his back to me, and was reaching down to pull up bis briefs and pants, which were down around his shoes after the violent fuck. I was surprised to see, in black ink on his right butt cheek, a tattoo I've seen many times, and fantasized about getting for myself. I have jerked off many times daydreaming about taking the cum of a dude with a biohazard tattoo, and now I could see I'd just been fucked savagely and bred by one. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and ran up the stairs two at a time while tucking his shirt into his waistband and cinching his belt. Within a minute, I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Then, with some trepidation, out into the restaurant to look for my friends. The waiter had his back to me as I came out, and it was clear he was avoiding me. So I left. I found my friends outside, both talking on their cell phones, and we ambled off to the subway station, them to their boyfriends, and me to my apartment alone to finger myself and eat the waiter's cum from my hole while I jerked off remembering every detail of our encounter.
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I will be in Portland for a few days from the night of Dec. 3rd through the early morning of Dec 7th I would love to breed a few willing bottoms while I am in town.
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Last night I received a message on grindr. I was so horny when the guy told me he was poz, had a high viral load and wasn't taking meds. We arranged to meet at a parking space. He was really ugly and looking sick, but I didn't mind as I take every cock I can find. Anyhow, he fucked me and shot his load in my ass. Afterwards I left, and was headed back to my house when he texted me, saying he had AIDS and carrying a highly resistant virus. I was horny again
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I find myself more recently addicted to more uncut cocks lately. I just find that they feel a lot better than regular cut cocks. Not that it matter what I am getting, but the feeling is def there. Anyone else have thoughts on uncut cock and cut cock? This is only coming up because I got fucked by a guy with a pretty nice uncut cock and it felt so good I wish I would have got his 7 day load though.
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Once I went away to college, my Dad could not fuck me as frequently as he did when I was in high school (which was like at least once daily), but we tried to make up for it when I was home from college on breaks. However, after I graduated and moved cross country for work, we had very few opportunities to fuck, so Dad took to arranging weekend trips several times a year, to which I was invited, trips such as skiing trips, hunting trips or sailing in the Carribbean. He explained he organized the trips to ensure I kept my skills up and he could continue to teach me new tricks. He called a few weeks ago saying he had arranged the use of his friend's hunting cabin situated on a lake. So last Thursday, after work I flew home and then rented a car and with the help of the directions he provided and Mapquest, I made my way to the cabin, arriving around 10:00 pm. Dad was waiting on the porch when I arrived and greeted me with a huge smile and an embrace, thrusting his tongue seemingly half-way down my throat. "Good to see you son," he said as he shoved his hand down the back of my jeans and thrust his finger up my cunt. Using the finger lodged in my ass to steer me, he turned me around and we entered the main room of the cabin. To my surprise, there were about ten men present. They had been engaged in animated discussion. "Guys, this is my son," Dad announced. The conversation in the room ceased and all eyes turned to us. Dad steering me toward the center of the room, all the while his finger was up my ass. "Take off your clothes, bitch," Dad said loud enough for the room to hear. "You're gonna get to know these guys real well." Now, Dad is a generous guy. Once he taught me what my mouth and ass were for, and he was confident that my skills as a cock sucker and fuck hole were sufficient that I would not embarrass him, he would occasionally let one of two of his friends use me. But never this many at one time. I bent down and took of my boots and stripped off my jeans, but even before I could remove my shirt, Dad bent me over the arm of a sofa and was balls-deep in one thrust. As if to show the guys that anything goes, Dad fucked me unusually hard talking trash all the time. It took him at least twenty minutes before, with a loud groan, he shot a massive load up my pussy. By then, the guys had gathered around and several had their cocks out and were jerking, Dad cautioned them to save their loads. When Dad shot, he withdrew and another dick was in me within a nanosecond (which is a very short period of time). And so it went. I got no sleep that night and very little over the course of the weekend. Needless to say, I got no fishing in (and, in fact, never even saw the outdoors). I ate and drank little aside from cum and piss. Sunday afternoon, I headed back to the airport so I could get back home in time for work the next morning. Dad rode along with me. En route he solicitously asked "How you feeling, son?" "Well, my ass is a little sore, but I'll be okay." "Know how many loads you took, whore?" "Was I supposed to count?" I asked, adding "cause I didn't." "I did," he replied, adding "Seventy five. Fourteen on Thursday night, twenty-two on Friday, thirty on Saturday and nine this morning. You did me proud." Then he chuckled, and with a smile added "And you made me a little money." "Did you whore me out," I asked. "Nah, it was a bet - on how many loads you could take. And you exceeded all expectations." We both were silent for a while. Then he said "I sure know how to train a slut."
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I posted an ad on cl this past Saturday. I got the usual flakes but one fought m attention. It was a young guy who was 19. I told him I was a lot older and was he sure. He said yes so I gave him my address. I never expected him to show. I about 30 minutes the door bell rang. At the door was this nerdy twink who looked 16. I invited him in and asked him for an ID. He showed me his ID and he was indeed 19. We went into the bedroom and he took off his pants. He was thin but he dick bulked out his shorts. I started to suck him and he grew. He said while he liked the blow job he really wanted to fuck a guy. This would his first time and he wanted to experience it. I lubed up my hole and asked him if he wanted to rubber up. He asked if it would be okay to bareback me.i said sure and lubed up his dick. He went to quickly and moaned how good it felt. It did not take long before he came in my ass. He pulled out and we laid togather. He said it felt so good could he fuck me again. Well he was young and in a short time he was ready again. He lasted longer and we fucked in a number of positions before he came again. He starting to get dressed when he asked if I could do it one more time. He took off his boxers and fucked me again. This time it took longer still but after a while I felt him stiffen and moan. He shot again deep inside me. As he getting dressed he told me he was home from school and asked if I would be free this Friday. I said yes and he asked if could fuck me again. Now all I have to do is wait until Friday
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Okay, just for fun, if you HAD to choose your top FIVE favourite bug chasing & gift giving stories on here, which ones would you choose and in what order? Here are my top five: 1. My boyfriend sets up my POZZING in an Adult Bookstore [Actually, anything by 1981virginia] Started by 1981virginia, 12 May 2013 2. My Boyfriend's Poz Support Group Buddy Started by RBinWeHo, 29 April 2014 3. Descent: Becoming a Public POZ Cumdump Started by hole4cocks, 29 Jan 2013 4. Bathhouse Gangbang that probably pozzed me Started by rawTOP, 29 Aug 2008 5. Pimped out as a whore for poz Started by bring it, 23 Jul 2012 If incomplete stories (or works in progress) are considered, here are a couple of additional contenders: Changing Fortunes Started by Rawdad4sons, 17 Feb 2015 Cody's return Started by versbbguy, A week ago Shopping for go-go shorts Started by 1981virginia, 02 April 2015
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While the other is factual (under my old user name) this same story has more detail now, I hope you enjoy... Chapter 1 I had spent 2 days posting ads on Craigslist to market my hot little twat and that I was the sexiest little Cum Slut around. I got many lucrative responses, but you never know who will show? The night came and I went to the bookstore dressed so Slutty it may have been illegal in public! 6" heels, corset showing off my little tits, t-back panties, garter belt, black stockings, and a skirt so short it showed of my tiny hiney!!! As I walked through the door I saw several guys were browsing the videos, and they're heads instantly turned towards me as I smiled and went inside the theater. It took me a few minutes from my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and I thought it was a nice crowd. Several guys had the cocks out and stroking themselves ; nice! As I walked by them, I felt their hands grabbing and probing my 'lil ass and horny hole! I was so turned on, my heart was racing and my little twat quiverd. I saw a bench out in the middle of the theater; I went to it and bent over it.I pulled of my t-back panties flipped my skirt up exposing all that I had! I held my panties up over my head, leaving little doubt why I was there; and I said outload, "I want to be Fucked!" While I was getting Lubed I felt the first hard cock sliding inside my hole with a good stretch of my twat it was so good! I was in ecstasy as he sped up his thusts, I knew he was going to cum so I pushed back on to him. I started shaking and grinding my hips pushing my twat further onto his cock!!! I felt his hot cum explode into me as my slutty little hole worked all the cum out of this first of many cocks to come. As he pushed deeper and deeper finishing dumping his load into me; I glanced around and could see more guys watching with their hard cocks out ready to fuck me!!! This was what I've wanted for some time! I then got really Fucked! After about the sixth one, I could feel the cum leaking down my legs, I was loving it! As the next one approached me, he flipped me over on my back and pushed my legs back over my head. I was opened up and exposed for all to see; gawd I was such a little Cum Whore, wiggling my litte ass begging for more! I didn't realize how big this next Cock was until he buried himself into me in one thrust, I could hear the Cum squishing out of my hole as I felt it running down my ass. I felt deliciously wicked!!! As I felt his cock swell inside me, he started fucking me harder and harder. I wanted his load inside me so bad, at that moment I wanted nothing more! He started shaking and I could feel him unload into my hungry twat, as I felt more hot cum running down my crack; I scooped it up and rubbed it all over my face and in my mouth groaning saying, " give me more!". By now my twat was wide open, wet, and needing more!!! So much more...
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I am heading to my first Cum Union event while on vacation in January Which is going to be the better location? Fort Lauderdale or San Francisco. Will FTL be busy, I've heard January is a busy time, I expect guys getting some winter sun or is that not the case? My last visits to both these cities ended up being a bit anti-climatic. There were many flakey guys, didn't turn up, made excuses etc Any advice appreciated
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Yesterday night I had a really good fuck with a around 37 year old guy. We met online and after some discussion agreed to meet in a local at 1 AM. It started as sucking each other for an hour or so in the park. During that time as many as seven people walked past us and saw us doing it. It was getting cold we decided to go find a more closed space. That was a very good decision as no sooner had we left the park than a police car, its headlights extinguished, pulled into the park. It seems that one of those passing by had reported us to the police. Fortunately we weren't caught and went to a nearby car park where, in the corner of the lowest level we continued sucking and rimming. Then I fucked the guy. His ass was exceptionally good and tight, and in fact he claimed he had never before been barebacked. Regardless of whether or not this was true, as I said, his ass was really excellent and quite tight. I blew my load deep inside his hole. That was the hottest part of last night.
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Background: I am a happily married whore who is addicted to cock. I am 27 and fit. Hairy otter bod. While my husband goes to work, I get fucked by random guys that I meet online usually on Grindr or Scruff or most commonly A4A. I have been pretty careful to make sure that I always get fucked with a wrapper on so far. I'm writing now because a "friend" of mine who I have not had inside me for over three years because he is in a monogamous relationship himself (with another top) just texted me saying it was his birthday and he was coming over to my house to come rape me raw and drop a load inside me. It's his birthday! How can I say no? I'm lying here lubed up. He will be here in another 20 minutes. .. Oh my God! I was waiting for him naked with the door unlocked. He came inside and saw me standing there waitin for him. the first thing he did was to slap me for not being on all fours. He pulled me by the hair and took me to the bathroom and asked me to get my husband's pjs. I brought them and he made me sit in the bath tub with his clothes and relieved himself on us. He said this is how I would know who owned me and who was in charge. Then he took me to the bedroom. Asked me which side my husband slept and then just pushed me down and spit on my ass. And shoved his raw cock in. I screamed and he slapped me. And then just kept going even while I was sobbing. A few minutes later it started to hurt real good. He fucked me hard for a good twenty minutes before he flipped me over and entered me again. He made me look at him and tell him I was his bitch. Then he made his armpit available to me and as soon as I took a whiff of the ripe man scent my ass got a mind of its own. I loosened up and he kept pumping my ass. he told me i was as sexy pussy boy and he was gonna mark me as his. Brand me. He took out his phone and started to take pictures of me as he was fucking me and made video clips as well. He saw my pictures with my husband on the walls and that got him really hard. He pulled out and lay down and ordered me to ride him. Then he made me call my Husband at work and talk to him for five minutes and tell him I loved him while he was fucking me. After I was done, He called his Boyfriend and told him the same. I could feel him pulsating inside me as he was talking to his boyfriend. And I rode him like there was no tomorrow. 45 minutes later, He made me flip over and took me from behind. I was definitely surprised at how long he could last. He kept fucking me and told me he was gonna put a baby inside me. Finally when he was close he flipped me over and wanted me to see him as he came inside me and made me his. i looked at him and begged fr his seed. A few minutes of begging and he finally came inside me and kept fucking me hard. 10 minutes after he had come there was no sign of him getting soft. He tole me he wanted me make sure his seed was deep inside my guts and didnt leak out. Then he told me I was allowed to cum. He jerked me off as he fucked me and i came like a rocket. I shot past my face and head and kept shooting volleys after volleys of worthless spooge. As i came my ass Tightened around him and that made him cum inside me once again. once he was dont nutting inside me he rolled onto the bed and cuddled with his dic still inside me. As I felt him pulsating inside me among all of his seed, I wished him a Happy Birthday.
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Fit masculine bttm in south London. Looking for a hung toxic top to breed me. If you're interested give me a shout
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Ever since I was young I knew that I liked men. Hairy chests were always a turn on for me and if the man had both tats and fur I couldn’t stop staring. In fact this combination is exactly what got me into trouble. You know how it is when one tries to steal a peek at a guy at the pool or at the club lockers. Checking out the guy's package, admiring his hairy body and then fantasizing about him later. Even when on Tumbler I was always found myself dreaming I would actually meet such a guy - one who would fuck me raw, making me his, and turning me into the pig I knew I was destined to become. Hell, I had just turned 19 and had never admitted this to anyone, but man, my hormones demanded I get it on with the right man. My parents belonged to the local country club and the membership included a club gym to which I had the right to utilize, and as I wanted the type of muscular frame that my ideal man would have, I resolved to work-out on a regular basis. And so I did. Over the course of time my arms grew somewhat, but I didn't really pack-on the muscles and, of no less annoyingly, my body was still as hairless as when I was a kid. Most of the time when I was in the gym, the place was virtually empty, even more so during the fall and winter months when the desk was not occupied in the afternoon. It always struck me as odd the gym would be open if there was no staff, but I suppose management concluded the members had paid quite a fee to belong to the country club, and members should, therefore, have 24 x 7 access to the gym, regardless of whether or not the place was staffed. One evening I had gone over to work out and as usual I started on the treadmill. As I was finishing up a guy I didn't recognize came into the gym. We exchanged nods, I continued on with my routine, and he went over to the weight area and started to work out. I could tell that he put time into his body: he had a perfect V frame, his arms were perfectly proportional, and I noticed he had several tats which, of course got me looking even more closely. One tattoo was of a pin up girl with the a skull face, and barbed wire wound around his bicep. Damn. Very, very nice. I tried not to stare. I really, really did try not to. I could be wrong, but I got the impression he glanced over at me a couple of times, I'm fairly sure he never registered when I was taking in the view. Anyhow, we both continued to work out that day. He finished-up before I did, and we parted ways. I looked for him on subsequent visits to the gym, but as I didn't see him, I thought to myself 'Well, at least I'll have some good jerk-off memories', which of course I did. Like any other teenager I didn’t give it another thought. A couple months later it was December, and, because Christmas was around the corner, only the fitness center and the restaurant were open at the club, and not surprisingly, the fitness center was virtually empty - except for me. Until today, that was, when I was over by the power rack, headphones on and lifting weights oblivious to the fact that not only was someone else in the room but he was standing right next to me. In fact I jumped slightly when I noticed him. "Sorry, man, do you need someone to spot you?" the newcomer asked. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention so I didn't notice you," trying discretely to check him out. I may have hoped he didn’t notice but I think he did. "Hi, I'm Jeff," he said. "Mike," I replied, thinking to myself 'Fuck would I like him to use me and bareback, of course'. I had been on sites like Breeding Zone and TIM Fuck Roulette and knew condoms were not in my future, EVER. I wanted to be bred and used raw. I wanted a hairy man with a big cock to wreck me for good. “Do you want me to help you?” he repeated. I stammered and asked him to repeat what he had just asked. He told me that he has seen me working out in here before and thought he could help me build some muscle. We chatted for a bit more, and then he gave me an assist with my workout that was amazing. It really makes a difference to exercise with someone who knows the drill. Afterwards we cleaned-up and dressed, and to my surprise Jeff suggested we grab a bite to eat, and somehow after that we ended up back at his apartment, ostensibly so he could give me some exercises to help my muscle growth. I know. Like everyone who is reading this story, I knew Jeff was going to fuck the shit out of me, AND HE DID! I am sorry it is taking me a bit to write this tale, but my cock bleeds every time I cum. I know that this is in the fiction section but I felt this was the best place to write this. You see, Jeff has kept me as his boy since we met last December. I have not seen my parents since Christmas of last year. It is now October of the following year and in that time he has taught me so much. I have learned I am a bottom and a PIG BOTTOM at that. I love having him fuck me and blow his seed up my willing hole. Jeff also allows his friends to use me but he insists they also must use me raw. You see, Jeff has taught me that if I wanted to look like him I needed to live his life. You guessed it: Jeff is HIV poz, and in fact is technically full blown, I figured that out when I saw the tat on Jeff's lower abdomen (right above his cut, eight inch cock, I might add). You know the tat. I might add Jeff has taught me how to build my muscles using steroids. I know they are bad for me but at this point it doesn’t matter and a shrunken cock doesn’t bother me. Let me know if you want to know more of what is happening to me
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For the longest time, I've been obsessed with swallowing as much cum as I could. I cannot think of anything more relaxing to me than a mouthful of cum after a bad day, stress at work, or just plain boredom. From my late teens throughout my 20s, I was constantly preoccupied with where my next load will be coming from. I've skipped work, canceled meetups with friends, and even missed flights just because I was promised a load or was presented with an opportunity to suck some dick. I must have swallowed more than a gallon of cum by now. On the cusp of turning 30, I think I'm ready to take it to the next level. I need to get bred. On Halloween weekend, I have invited a few of my regulars to a party and said I had a surprise for them. Nearly all of these guys have fucked my ass, but I have always made it a point for them to stop when they were close so I could swallow. Not anymore. Since this will be my first time, I have a couple of questions to ensure maximum fun. 1. What is the best position to ensure that the cum I will be getting doesn't spill out? I want to "collect" as much cum in my hole as I possibly can. 2. If a guy shoots in my ass and then the next guy fucks me, is spillage a big risk? What should I do to minimize the mess? I don't want to waste the cum dripping down my legs, or worse, on the floor. 3. Is tightness a factor? And with that I mean, if I go for a marathon fuck, of course my hole will loosen after a while. Should I go for a cocksucking session instead with a breeding only when they're close? 4. I'm thinking of using a butt plug after the last load to "lock" all the cum in, and enjoy the fullness for a while. Will this work? Maybe in the future I won't have to worry about the spillage and just enjoy the breeding, but this will be my first time so I want to enjoy the feeling of being filled with cum. Any help would be appreciated!
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I found I liked getting fucked by men during my junior year of college. It all started innocently enough looking for men online who would fuck me (with a condom) until we were both pleased. Shortly after graduation I decided I needed to find a man that would take charge and use me like the pleasure toy he deserved to have. I found a prime candidate online who said he was a dom top looking for a hot boi to take pleasure in. After several days of chatting back and forth I decided I wanted him to have me. We agreed on a specific scene: I would be naked, blindfolded and pretending to be asleep in my room. The front door would be unlocked and he would just let himself in and begin. To this point we had not discussed limitations or the use of a condom, although based on my profile saying ‘safe sex only’ would be enough – as it turns out, I was in for a surprise. I heard him come in the door and into my room. The sound of a zipper being opened filled the room. He quickly put a hood over my head and secured it in place. Next I heard his clothes being taken off. Soon I had hands rubbing my ass and feeling me all over causing me to shiver. Soon I feel a sting on my right ass cheek as he is spanking me with a paddle. Now that was something we hadn’t discussed. I thought about telling him to stop but my cock was so hard from enjoying it that I let it continue. Soon he stopped the spanking and broke out a bottle of lube and slapped some on my ass. Now I was worried as we had not discussed protection and I couldn’t move my mouth enough to demand it. Before I knew it I felt his cock slamming deep into my ass. His mouth was next to my ear as he began to fuck. I heard him whisper, “You like that big, bare daddy cock boi?” That confirmed my suspicions – he was fucking me bare. I tried to push him out with my ass muscles but it wasn’t working. “You’re not getting me out until I load that fucking cunt up boi!” I moaned and thrashed in both pain and pleasure. Eventually it did start to feel good. This big, masculine man fucked me for over an hour. I finally felt his cock swell bigger than it had been before. He snapped at me and yelled, “Beg for my hot cum slut!” It was at this point my inhibitions began rolling back full force. To this point I had always been a safe-sex only bottom and now this man was trying to breed me. I started to beg for him to pull out but the cock in me felt so good the only thing that came out was “Please shoot that hot cum in me daddy! Mark me and breed me!” He threw his head back and moaned loud and I felt a hot flood rushing through my ass and filling me up. “Feel that spunk flooding that hole – you’re mine forever now boi!!” He laid there with his cock buried deep in me for a while. He removed the hood and pulled out of my sloppy hole. Then I got my first good look at him. He was a very hot man about 20 years older than me. I looked over his body and liked every inch of what I saw. As I scanned lower, I noticed a small tattoo on his right hip above his penis – a small red bio-hazard tattoo. I froze realizing what the tattoo meant. He speaks and says, “I see you noticed my mark – are you ok?” Up to this point I was a safe-sex bottom but in that moment I felt hotter than ever before. I pulled him down on the bed and kissed him full on the lips. His cock got hard all over again. I maneuvered it back into my hole and said, “How do you think I’m doing?” We’ve been together ever since as a hot couple having hot passionate sex every day for 8 years.
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I met a guy on gayromeo a few weeks ago, but never had time to hook up, although he mentioned his address in one of our conversations, so I knew he was living in downtown Amsterdam. I was on my way to meet a friend in the city for dinner, but I was early and my friend was late, so I decided to tease gayromeo guy a bit and send him a message with my location, which I knew was about 100 meters from his house. Within a minute he asked me what I was doing there and If I wanted to drop by. I told him I could only stop by to say hello, as I expected to meet-up with my friend in about ten minutes.. So I went to this guy's house, which was only about a minute's walk away. He buzzed me in and we formally introduced ourselves. I knew from our earlier exchanges that he was in his early forties, had a big dick, was good looking, vers/top, but he far exceeded my expectations: in fact he was exceptionally handsome. I repeated my apology, explaining I didn't have time to do anything, to which he replied "That's okay," as we exchanged a couple of kisses. My dick grew instantly, as did his dick, so of course we felt each other up, and as I wanted to see his dick, I undid his trousers, even as he undid mine, but he beat me to the punch and started sucking me. After a minute or so, I withdrew from his mouth and went down on him. We ended-up cycling on and off of each other several times, but at some point I sighed, stood-up, and said "I definitely must get going, my friend will be at the restaurant any minute now," adding "which sucks, 'cause I really would like to feel your cock in my ass." With that I turned around, presenting my butt for his inspection, just to tease him, but as I did so, I reached behind myself, took hold of his dick, and rubbed his cockhead up and down my ass crack. Fortunately, although I had not actually prepped to get fucked, I was clean. And the guy, without the use of any lube, slid right into my hole, sliding in balls-deep. He made no bones of it, but just fucked me right then and there, taking only about a minute before we both blew our loads, my load blowing against the wall, as he blew his load into my ass. He withdrew, I sucked him clean, pulled up my trousers, (which had never made it past my ankles), we exchanged our a goodbye and I left, his cum deep inside my ass. I walked to the restaurant, and upon arriving, was relieved to learn my friend hadn't yet arrived. The entire exchange with the gayromeo guy, walking to his place, getting fucked, and back to the restaurant, took less then ten minutes, but it was incredibly sleazy and hot. When my friend arrived he apologized for being late. Oh, if only he knew how well I had used the time.
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Undetectables Stop Telling Me It Is Safe To Fuck You...
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Part I. My boy and I had sort of fallen on rough times. Maybe we’d overspent in the last few months and when we both got laid off from work, our savings started to run thin pretty quickly. I went looking for part-time work in my field, but nothing panned out. My boy kept going on interviews, but he never landed a steady gig. With no prospects, we were quickly getting desperate. Some fuckbuddies invited us out for a drink to catch up, and we kept putting them off since we couldn’t even afford to drink. Before we hit hard times, we’d often go out clubbing with Bobby and Dylan before winding up back at our apartment. Bobby and Dylan were a super cute couple, both in their early twenties, and both super fit. They were, like me and my boy, both pretty versatile, and also like us, they liked raw sex. Whenever we played as a group, we always fucked bare. It was so hot watching Dylan breed my boy. His thick cock would stretch out my boy’s ass good, leaving it loose and sloppy for me to fuck when he pulled out. I loved sloshing around my boy’s ass, feeling Dylan’s cum squelch around my dick as Bobby fucked and bred me. After we bowed out several weeks in a row, they started getting concerned. They thought we didn’t like them any more. It was embarrassing when we confessed that we couldn’t afford to go out, but they invited us along anyway, saying that they would pay, especially if they could get to fuck us! Over drinks at our regular bar, they told us that they had fallen on hard times a few months ago, and gotten part time work in a go-go bar to tie them over until real work returned. Bobby said that the boys could make upwards of $500 a night, even if they didn’t do any really dirty stuff, and much more if they were prepared to go all the way with customers. I was so naïve, and asked what ‘all the way’ meant. Dylan started telling stories of lap dances that got out of hand, even once or twice where the guy paying him to dance had a really big cock that worked it’s way out of his pants. Bobby said it was so hot watching his boyfriend dry humping bare dick, and that sometimes, if they were willing to pay more, they would both let guys tease their holes, and maybe even get the head inside them if none of their bosses were looking! My boy and I had both given up our gym membership a few months ago, to save money, and I was not feeling at my best physically, but my boy had kept up running and doing exercises in our backyard. He looked as great as he ever did, and our friends suggested he go for an audition right away and see if he could get the gig. Maybe it was the cocktails hitting us hard after not drinking any alcohol for a few months, but my boy was instantly eager. Had we been sober, I’m sure we both would have thought it through better, but he was ready, right away, to go start dancing in his undies to make some good money from strangers. Two hours after starting drinking with Bobby and Dylan, they poured us into their car to drive us over to the gay strip club to meet their boss. There, in the parking lot, Dylan helped me into the back seat. I was dizzy from the cocktails I had drunk. Bobby helped my boy into the seat, and I heard him chuckle. He said told Dylan that he had seen a glimpse of my boy’s underwear and that it simply wouldn’t do for a proper go-go interview. Of course, a few months of unemployment meant we hadn’t been buying anything we could do without, including cute new underwear. I’m sure we were both wearing last year’s model at best, and stretched out elastic jockstraps at the worst. Bobby and Dylan winked at each other and suggested we make a quick stop on the way to the strip club to get my boy some sexy new undies at a friend’s shop. My boy was clearly getting turned on talking about stripping and sexy underwear, and was rubbing his crotch. Dylan and Bobby kept watching my boy in the rear view mirror as the car started. It got me hot too to know my boy would soon be shaking his lithe mostly-nude body for money, and I worked my hand down the back of his shorts. It was true that his underwear was stretched out; I could easily get my whole hand into his pants to finger his ass! My boy was wriggling on my hand, as Dylan, in the front passenger seat took out his cock and started wanking. I wondered aloud, “How are we going to pay for new underwear? That stuff can be expensive, and we’re broke!” Bobby assured me that their buddy, who owned the underwear store, would give us a good deal. The way he said it made me ask if my boy might have to do something naughty. Dylan answered, “Absolutely! You’re ok with that, right?” Bobby told me that it was so hot watching Dylan with this guy that he had to join in. As I fingered my boy’s ass, and Dylan jerked his big cock, Bobby told us that their friend, Alex, was really well hung, and really hot. He said, “Alex started by taking Bobby’s measurements, waist and stuff. He had Bobby drop his shorts so he could see how big his dick and balls are. He got out a few choices, leather jockstraps, rubber shorts, and tight g-string bikinis. Bobby went into a changing room to try the rubber shorts on and then danced for Alex, just like a go-go boy. Alex then had Bobby grind into his lap. Alex got so hard that his dick was straining against his jeans leaving a dark wet spot from his precum. He asked Bobby if he could remove them for him. It was so hot watching Bobby pull that stud’s jeans down. When Alex was just in his boxers, he told Alex to change into the g-string. Bobby did it right there, stripped naked then pulled up the g-string. Alex grabbed Bobby and had him sit down hard on his crotch. Alex’ dick slowly worked it’s way out of the boxer fly. I could see Alex’s precum getting all over Bobby’s ass. Alex pulled the thong aside so his dick could really rub against Bobby’s hole. When it got shiny from so much precum, Alex told Bobby to switch to the jockstrap. Bobby shimmied out of the g-string, and into the jockstrap. He was so hard that his dick wouldn’t fit into the front pouch. That didn’t seem to bother either of them, and Bobby sat right back down onto Alex’ cock. This time, his hole was totally free, and after a few passes, the head of Alex’ dick went right up Bobby’s ass. I started to freak out a little, and Alex just smiled, ‘If your boyfriend wants to make the real money, he’s got to learn to take dick!’ Bobby started riding that cock as I stood there and watched. After a few minutes of getting pounded, Alex held Bobby’s hips and came inside him. Even if Bobby had wanted to pull off, Alex wouldn’t have let him!” By this time, my boy had taken off his shorts and underwear altogether and I was working three fingers into his ass. Bobby shot his load into his hand and offered it to Dylan to lick off. I realized that the car had stopped and we were in a parking lot, lit only by neon light from the window. We were at Alex’ shop, and the time had come to offer my boy up to this stranger for free underwear. I knew my boy was horny, and would probably let Alex go all the way. What had we gotten ourselves into? To be continued...
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I too took my medication cautiously. I had the bottle for several weeks before I started taking it, coordinating it with some time off from work in case there were side effects. I had some very, very minor nausea, that could have been something else for a day or two after I started and that was it. I just got my first refill and started taking the 2nd month's dosage. Most things I read said 7 days was all that was needed to be effective but I waited a full month. Now, knowing I can take any load has me so horny I can't see straight, a side effect that wasn't listed on the paperwork. lol In the past, I've serosorted a lot and remained negative so it must have worked. This coming weekend I'm renting a room, placing some ads and taking any and every load offered to me. When I've done this before I've passed on what would have probably been some pretty good tops because I had doubts about their status or truthfullness. This time I'm going to be the slut I've always wanted to be.
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I did my research and found a good piercing shop, Scorpio Body Art. It looked as if they not only provided safe piercings, but they also provided great tattoos. No appointment needed, and they were open on Sundays. Perfect. So on Sunday, my day off, I committed myself to going through with it and getting a piercing. I was gonna do it. I drove into downtown and finally saw the sign for Scorpio, but must have driven around the neighborhood a dozen times before I finally found a free parking spot about half a mile a way near the University. All the metered parking was taken, and the rest was permit only or blocked-out by a fire hydrant. Clearly I was still not used to this town. I just moved from St. Louis to Boston. I needed a fresh start since my life had changed unexpectedly: I had been devastated when I learned my boyfriend of almost five years had cheated on me. I'm a total bottom and he's vers. He would occasionally ask me to flip with him, but I couldn't do it. While I'd be rock hard as he pounded my hole (and, to be honest, a slight breeze up the back side of my shorts gave me a hard-on), topping was a different matter. It wasn't for the lack of trying or caring. I just couldn't top. No matter how hard I was, no sooner did I approach his ass than my cock would deflate. About six months ago, he stopped trying to get me to switch. I thought he finally accepted my role and was prepared to enjoy what we had, but apparently he found someone to scratch the itch I couldn't satisfy. HIs infidelity was made clear when routine blood work a month or so earlier had revealed I was HIV positive. So, I was making changes, and now I was gonna get my first piercings: my ears. I had noticed more and more guys with pierced ears, particularly here in Boston. It seemed like there were more who were pierced than who weren't: from ear studs to stretched lobes, the piercings look hot, and I was determined to also look hot. After ten minutes of walking, I finally saw the sign for Scorpio Body Arts. There was a bike chained to a street sign in the front, and a couple guys sitting in front of the falafel place next door, smoking and eating. I took a deep breath and walked in. Loud rock music filled the shop. "Welcome to Scorpio, how can we help you today?" A pudgy but pretty girl asked from behind the counter. She looked like the computer geek from NCIS. "Yes, I'd like to get my ears pierced today. It's my first time." "Oh, wonderful! We'll take good care of you. Here's a list of rates for piercings. Earlobes are forty for one, sixty-five for two. We can autoclave everything at once, and the price includes basic starter jewelry. Your piercer will help you chose pieces and answer any questions you may have, but first, I need you to fill out this form." Most of the information was basic: contact information, allergies, medications... and medical conditions. I had to lie. I couldn't say I had HIV. I can't say it. I can't write it. It's just too soon. Besides, the piercer will, regardless, be wearing gloves and be taking safety precautions. I finish the form, signed it and handed it back to the clerk. "I'll get the piercer. Please wait in the seating area, or you, if you want, you can browse the display of jewelry." I looked at the display of everything shiny that was on display, and was so immersed I was startled when a young man's voice broke my attention from the gemstone display. "You must be Dave. Come on in to the studio and we can get ready." I followed this young man into the room equipped for the piercing procedures. He closed the door behind us. The procedure room contained a doctor-style examination table, a few counters and a bunch of organizational cabinets. I sat on the table, trying to look relaxed. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was two or three inches shorter than me, about five foot, five inches tall, with a compact muscular frame. He looked the part of a body artist, with, a couple piercings in his eyebrows, a few on his ears, a septum ring, his ears had rings 3/4" wide. A couple tattoos came up from his collarbones up his neck and had a sleeve tattoo. His hair was a cropped mohawk, I guess that's how one would describe it, very tightly buzzed on the sides and about an inch tall in the center in a strip about an inch and a half wide. He grinned brightly. He was missing one of his front teeth, but his puppy-soft brown eyes made it unnoticeable. "I'm Bryn. I'll be doing your piercing procedure today. So you want earlobe piercings? Any style that specifically interests you?" He watched me intently, he probably noticed I was watching him intently. "Like the captive rings. I think I want to stretch after a while, I think that might look hot." Bryn grinned at that. "Let me see what we can do." Bryn started looking for the right jewelry. "I like to start with a 14 gauge, 1/2 inch diameter..,." His fingers were walking through the small drawers. "I was away for a week and a half and the other piercer got everything mixed up." As he bent over to check some of the lower drawers, I admired the top of his lightly fuzzy crack that peeked from between his jeans and tee shirt. "What made you want to get pierced today?" "Well, a lot has changed. A bad breakup. I just moved to the area for a fresh start, and I want to do something for myself. I'm really just starting to get used to Boston. It took me half an hour to find parking!" "I hear you. I cycle in when the weather is good, I get to park right up front. Sorry about the breakup. It always sucks. My girl just dumped me too. All for the better. She turned into a nag. I was about to kick her to the curb, but she saved me the trouble." Bryn stood back up and smiled, "I found everything we need. We can change the color, and this size fits two sizes of beads," showing me the jewelry he had selected which was in the palm of his hand. "I kinda like the bigger balls." I said with a smirk as we made eye contact. "And I like blue... Or blurple! Let's do that." Bryn started to assemble the pieces, swiftly anodized the color and placed everything in a cartridge to autoclave. It took fifteen minutes, and as we waited he gave me the details of the procedure and aftercare. "If things get irritated, make some chamomile tea and place the teabags on the area. It can really help." "I've never been teabagged like that before." I replied, with an even more intent smirk. He caught my play, and returned my smirk. "There's room for a lot of firsts!" Bryn commented, and then asked "So, do you have any questions about the piercings at this point?" "Kinda. My ears can be a little sensitive. Do they get more sensitive as they stretch, like yours?" "I do feel them more. My girl actually was grossed out by them, so if you're wondering about that. I don't know. We got 12 more minutes. Would you want to feel my earlobes? You know. Strictly for a professional understanding?" My heart just jumped. This hottie, Bryn just asked me to feel his earlobes? I stood up and pretended to play cool. "I guess if I can help out some." And I slowly lifted my hand up his torso, making sure to feel his tummy and chest. He didn't have a six pack, but he did feel very solid. A brief brush against his pec felt very firm. I guided my fingers up to his ear and started to caress along the hoop. "No, silly. If we're going to find out, we gotta do for reals" Bryn sat his hand behind my neck and pulled me in to his right side and I started to kiss his neck and licked and nibbled to his ear. Bryn's breath seized and his whole body stiffened. He regained control and continued to guide my mouth around his ear. "I guess it did get more sensitive!" I started to pull away and we were both panting. We looked at each other and laughed. "Well, that's one ear, we need to see about the other!" I said brazenly. "Yeah, we do, but, I want to try it a little differently." He grabbed my hand and maneuvered me behind him. I took his cue and leaned over to start nibbling on the left side of his neck. He moaned in approval. I continued up his neck, and we started shifting around for more contact. I heard something fall, Bryn must have bumped into a box of supplies or something. Suddenly I feel Bryn's hand moving toward my jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and started rubbing my dick through my briefs. I moaned and started sucking on his neck and ear even more aggressively. My left arm wrapped around him and my hand began to grope his solid belly. I opened my eyes and saw Bryn grab a lubricant, it looks like what he uses to slide tight jewelry in, and squeezed some into his hand. He managed to pull my briefs down and started to stroke my hardon behind his back. My right hand crawled up his side and I caressed his pec as he stroked me. Leaning down to nibble a chew on his ear was straining my neck so I spread my legs apart and pulled him in tighter. I started fucking his hand and we were moaning uncontrollably. Bryn squeezed more of that jewelry lubricant on his hand and continued to let me fuck his hand. He turned his head so we could kiss. His hand clamped down on my dick and sent me deeper into lust. I started pushing harder into him and I tightened my arms around him. He felt perfect, he fit in my arms, his waist and chest fit into me, it felt like we were perfectly pressed into one another. Where my pleasure ends and his began didn't matter, we were one. I started bucking into him, I was about to come. He could tell. With his left hand, Bryn pulled my head to kiss him as deep as I could, and suddenly I just released. I started to shoot the hardest load I have ever shot. Bryn was panting and leaned over the examining table. I looked down. At some point I slipped into him, I had started fucking Bryn. I was still inside him. I bred him. I didn't know what to think. That fuzzy muscular ass was wrapped around my dick. My cock twitched inside him twice and I felt a little more cum ooze into him. The autoclave beeped. It was done. Bryn reached down to pull his jeans back up and switched back into professional mode. "Well, as we said, lots of firsts! Never done that before. Now let's wash up and prepare to make you shiny!" Within five minutes, breathe and pinch, and I had new earrings! "Now, call or stop by if you have any problems!" I grabbed a pen and slip of paper from the counter and scribbled my number on it. "If you want to check up on me, just let me know, too." I winked at Bryn. He opened the door to the studio and let me out. "Will do!" He smirked back. I paid the receptionist and left a $30 tip. She smiled and said, "They look great, you're almost glowing!" "Thanks!" I said as I left Scorpio. Glowing for sure. Oh no. I lied on the paperwork.
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