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Train Station Cruise Part One - The Convenience Store Last night, I was so horny that I couldn’t fall asleep. Although we are right in the path of Tropical Storm Elsa, and we’ve already had thunderstorms and downpours for the last few days, there was a break in the storms. I needed vape carts anyway, so I decided to go out - maybe I’d get lucky. I always sleep naked, so I threw on my “outfit” - a black lacy bra and a black micro skirt (which was really little more than a belt). The skirt barely covered my girlcock when it was soft, and the need to control it is always exciting. The outfit needed something more though, so I slipped on black stockings, quickly fixed my makeup, checked my hair, and then hopped in the car. I drove to the other side of town and pulled into one of the local QuickCheks, which are the only convenience stores in the area that are still open 24 hours. I slung my cute purse over my shoulder, pulled my face mask on over my nose and mouth, and got out of my car. It was already after 11pm, but there were still quite a few cars there, between the gas pumps and the main parking. I walked in, and instantly felt eyes on me. My outfit was an odd dichotomy - I looked like a street walker, but the addition of the mask made me look more like a street walking nurse. My top was a bra, my bottom was a belt and fishnets, and my makeup definitely said “whore” - at least what wasn’t hidden by the mask. My new bra pushed my fat tits together and really accentuated my cleavage. I decided to check the restroom first. This place only has one stall, but it’s a large handicap stall, right next to a narrow aisle with a urinal. There’s no lock on the main door, and the stall walls have large gaps between the walls, but neither of those things has stopped me from having a large number of understall encounters here. I scanned the store before walking into the men’s room, which always raises eyebrows. I entered the empty stall, sat down, took off my mask, and waited. It wasn’t long before the main door opened and someone walked up the narrow aisle beside the stall. He stood there for a minute, but I didn’t hear anything happen, so I tapped my foot under the wall to signal my availability. I saw his feet turn towards the stall wall, and quickly dropped to my knees. Once again on my knees in a dirty bathroom stall, I thought to myself and smiled. I reached my hand under the stall, and I heard him unzip. He leaned down and moved forward, and his hard cock came under the stall wall. He wasn’t big (my girlcock was bigger), but I love all cocks - especially when they’re going to give me what I need. I started to stroke it, and was immediately awarded with precum. Lots of guys cum quickly understall because of all the thrills and risks involved. I leaned down and licked the precum from his dick hole and then wrapped my big lips around it, taking it completely in my wet mouth. I heard him moan and slowly start moving his hips to fuck my mouth. As I sucked, I heard the main door open. He panicked and pulled back. Someone flicked the main lights off in the bathroom, leaving it only illuminated by the emergency light. He quickly came back under, so I took him back in my mouth. There was a knock on the stall door, with no lock on the door, and since this person obviously flicked the light switch, I reached up from the floor and pushed the door open a bit as I kept sucking his cute little dick. The stall door was swung the rest of the way open, but my eyes hadn’t quite adjusted yet, so I stayed focused on the task at hand. I felt a hand hike my micro and slide over my fat round ass. I took his cock out of my mouth and said to the shadowy figure, “fuck me”. He grabbed my ass and kneeled down behind me. I heard him undoing his belt and unzipping, and as he leaned against me, he asked, “you got protection bitch?” I shook my head, but since it was dark, I wanted to make sure he understood. I slipped the cock from my lips and stroked it, said “bareback only”, and then took it back into my warm mouth. I reached back and spread my cunt open, and I felt his hard bare cock head press against my hole. He asked, “you clean slut?” I responded by pushing back until his head popped into my tight hole. He was obviously bigger than the dick in my mouth, which I moaned around. He asked again - “you sure bitch?” - as he put his hands on my wide hips. “Positive,” I replied, giggling inside about the possible double meaning of my answer as I pushed back and sunk his big cock in my wet ass pussy. My pussy has taken hundreds of cocks and countless bare loads, and I’ve never had a guy able to stop once he was inside. This guy was no different. He didn’t ask again, and started fucking my cunt. I sucked hard on the cock in my mouth and reached under him, running my nails over his balls, then along his taint, and finally pushed a finger against his asshole. He was pumping copious precum between my lips, so I pushed a finger deep in his ass, triggering his p-spot. He instantly unloaded in my mouth, and I swallowed every drop. He quickly receded under the stall wall (guys, don’t be so embarrassed and guilty about it after the fact - I’m the one that just sucked you off!) and I heard the door open and close. Now I could focus on the bigger dick in my tight cunt. I unhooked my front close bra and let my fat tits spill out, then guided his hands from my hips to my tits. As I did I felt the wedding band on his left hand and moaned (I *LOVE* how many married guys cheat bareback!). Guys will often lose it when they realize they’re holding a set of real tits in their hands, and that was about to happen again. He pinched my nipples hard; my milk dripped on his fingers and my pussy tightened around his shaft in response. His deep voice echoed now in the empty restroom as he said, “Fuck you gonna make me cum… you… fat… fucking… whore!” I leaned my head against the dirty stall wall and reached my long arms back, wrapping my hands around his legs to keep him inside me, then pressed back against him as hard as I could. He grunted and I felt him start to unload inside me. I spoke loudly - “KNOCK UP YOUR FAT SLUT!” (there are some words that seriously turn me on, and this guy hit on one of them - fat.) His hands moved from my tits to my hips and he thrusted hard over and over as his bare seed blasted the walls of my cunt. My physiology makes me multi orgasmic, but I was much too focused on making yet another cheating husband bareback my slutty hole to cum at that moment. I can’t control my tits though; ever since I finally got them to lactate, if they aren’t clamped when I’m fucked... I’m a fat fucking cow, I thought to myself. I felt that familiar pressure and leaned down, bringing one of my tits to my mouth, and nursed from my own breast as he shot the last of his load in me. I sucked my own milk from one of my udders as another stranger impregnated me. He withdrew his softening cock, got up, and quickly left the stall, closing the door behind him before I could even get a good look. He was nice enough to flick the light on before he left, so I thought, but then saw his arm reach down and grab his phone from the floor before he walked out - one more guy recording me being an understall slut! (BTW, I know lots of you guys have recorded me - so when the fuck am I going to see one of these videos posted somewhere? What are you waiting for, an invitation? Well, consider yourself invited!). I leaned down to rest for a moment, and felt my fat hanging tits touch the cold filthy floor of another public restroom stall. I got up, lifted both of my heavy dripping tits to my lips and sucked them dry, then hooked my bra back over them. I pulled my micro skirt down and fixed my hair (no wig tonight, in the off chance I hooked a guy who liked grabbing hair). My pussy is very tight, so I pushed just a tiny bit of his seed out. It caught my stockings and started to drip down the back of them. I walked out of the restroom and casually walked around the store a few times, letting anyone and everyone see just what kind of girl I was, as cum dripped down the back of my legs and pooled in the back of my very high heels. I walked up to the cashier, selected my vape carts, and also got a pack of VS120s. I paid and walked back to my car. I sat in the parking lot and lit up the first 120 I’ve had in a while, and savored it as the smoke filled the cabin of my SUV, giving me that slight lightheaded feeling you get the first time you drag hard on a new cigarette. I finished up the cigarette as I thought about all the cocks I’ve sucked through my window right in this parking lot. Finally, I flicked the butt out my window, and drove away slowly… (Continued in Part Two - The Station Lot)
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Train Station Cruise Part Two - The Station Lot The train station was only about a mile from where I was. When I arrived, I pulled into the lot and parked all the way at the back edge of the train station lot where there are no lights - and where in nicer weather some cruising trails start and lead off into the woods. By then it was midnight; the storms remained at bay for the time being, and the last train would be coming through in the next 15 minutes. I shut off the car and lights, put down the windows, and started smoking my new 120s heavily. As I French inhaled, I scanned the scene. I come here late at night because it’s quiet, but still a pretty active scene. I noticed a car on the other side of the dark area. There was a man standing at the window, and it was pretty clear from the slight movements he made that there was someone in the car sucking him off through the window. I pulled one of my fat tits out of my bra and put a tight nipple clamp on, then lifted my skirt and started rubbing my clit as I watched the show. By the time I lit up again, the guy standing there tensed his ass, and I knew he was shooting his load in the cocksucker in the car’s mouth. He quickly looked around, then zipped up and walked away towards the cruising paths, disappearing into the dark. The little Latino boy that was sucking him off could see me now, and our eyes met as I played with my exposed tit for him. I could see him lean back slightly; it was clear he was now jerking himself off and watching me. I pulled my other udder from my tight bra and let him watch as I clamped it; I had brought my heaviest metal clamps, and my eyes rolled from the exquisite pain imparted by the clamps. I then started playing with my big tits, making sure he had a good view of my cleavage and clamped nipples as I continued smoking. As one hand continued teasing my fat titties, the other moved back down to the edge of my micro skirt and pulled it up just enough to expose my hard girlcock. I spun in my seat so that my voyeur friend could see as I stroked my hard clit. Before long, he mouthed the words, “Gonna cum”; I nodded at him and winked as I kneeled up on my seat, giving him a full view of everything. I watched as he came, shooting a few small ropes up onto his shirtless body. After resting for a moment, he mouthed the words “thank you” and started his car. I motioned to indicate that I was offering whatever he wanted, but he pointed at his watch, and his wedding band. I giggled as he drove off, knowing full well what he was giving up. I closed my eyes for a few moments, enjoying the scene of my new friend cumming over and over in my mind’s eye. Then I slid my micro skirt down, pulled the clamps from my nipples, and shoved my plump tits back into my tight bra. Eventually, the last train of the night arrived and let a few people off - 2 women and 3 men - before moving on to its last stop. The two women made a beeline to their cars, which were parked directly beneath the first set of overhead lot lights, got in, and drove away. I watched the three men walk further back towards where I was parked in the dark. One guy peeled off and got in a car halfway back and drove off. The other two walked towards their cars parked near mine way in the back. By the time they walked over to my car (girls, I’ve learned that smoking heavily at night is a good way to attract attention), I had my eyes closed (barely), one tit out of my bra and clamped again, another 120 lit and dangling from my lips as I inhaled, and I was running my purse vibe in and out of my pussy. I opened my eyes to see both guys staring at me, smiled wryly, and reached down and hit the rear liftgate switch. It slowly opened. I had reclined my seat just enough that I could easily slip into the rear bed of the SUV, which I quickly did (this is why I permanently leave the back seats down; I have a comfy memory foam mattress back there specifically for getting fucked by strangers - and it has memories of too many men to count unloading in me). I pulled my other tit out and clamped my hard nipple tightly. I’m completely addicted to clamping my nipples hard; the pain seriously heightens my orgasms. It will also let me release my milk when I want to (or when the clamps are pulled or shaken off). I leaned back as I noticed both men had set their phones up at different angles - strangers as usual recording video of me (again, please, if you got ‘em, post ‘em. You have my official approval!). As I laid back, I spread my legs, slipped the vibe out of my pussy and put it between my ruby lips, sucking my pussy juices from it. I used my fingers to spread my pussy as wide as I could (I’m not a fan of gaped holes - I prefer pretty little cunts - and mine is still very tight with sweet plump lips, even with the hundreds of men who have fucked it). I looked at one of the cameras and said out loud, “Well… who’s gonna fuck my bare pussy first?” I quickly got my answer, as the two men climbed into the back of my SUV and guided me up onto all fours. I felt one guy’s bare cock head tap at my opening, while the other guy pushed his cock against my wet lips. The guy in front of me opens a small bottle and holds it to my nose, telling me to take a hit. Mmmmm… I love poppers being pushed on me. I took a few big hits; they immediately both shoved in hard, and I moaned in response - once again being spit roasted by total strangers who I’d never seen before they walked off the train. And I got lucky; both guys had huge dicks! As their thrusts pushed me back and forth, the clamps on my swinging udders shot agonizing pain down my spine. The weight of the clamps felt heavier with every jiggle of my fat hanging tits. The guys would alternate holding their bottle of poppers under my nostrils to keep me buzzed like they wanted me. A few more hits and my eyes rolled; I was high and loving it! The guy in my mouth saw this and forced his big cock all the way down my throat. Sometimes I’ll control my gag reflex, but even if I wanted to, Mr. Throatfucker didn’t give me a chance. Honestly, I was so high right then I probably didn’t have the wherewithal to do it anyway. And I loved it. I gagged hard as his cock pushed its way to the back of my throat and slid down it. I could feel my eyes tearing and running down my face, and was happy I wore non-waterproof mascara and eyeliner (guys *love* seeing your makeup run!). I felt Mr. Cuntstretcher grab my fat hips and start to slam even harder into my tight cunthole. That prompted Mr. Throatfucker to grab the sides of my head and start slamming his big member down my throat faster. I’m high, my fat udders are slapping the mattress, and I’m being spit roasted by two total strangers with huge cocks. I’m in total ecstasy; one big set of balls slapping my chin, the other smacking hard against my own swinging girlballs - fuck I *love* being used hard like this! I revel in it. Suddenly they push me over the edge, and my big hard swinging clit erupts into a huge orgasm, spraying my first load all over the mattress underneath me. My orgasms always cause me to flex my pussy; I feel Mr. Cuntstretcher’s cock thicken, and he pushes it as deep as he can, holding my big hips to keep himself inside. I feel it pulse as he shoots rope after rope of his bare seed deep in my unprotected womb. Fuck yes, knock me up with that bare seed. Feeling a stranger coat my cunt walls so deeply forces another orgasm out of me; I try to scream, but I can barely breathe with Mr. Throatfucker’s giant dick down my throat. I try to inhale through my big nose, but he jams a bottle up each nostril, forcing a tremendous hit on me all at once; I can only inhale the air in the bottles now. Just then, he forces his huge babymaker deeper in my throat as I feel his friend grab my hair from behind, lacing his fingers into it to hold the back of my head still; Mr. Throatfucker is cutting off my air completely as he starts to dump his big load deep down into my belly. I quickly rip the metal clamps off my nipples; the intense pain causes my eyes to roll back as another huge orgasm washes over me, enhanced by the almost total lack of air and the incredible high I’ve been forced to. The bottles are now pushed into my big nostrils far enough that they are staying on their own, and I couldn’t even move my hands to pull them out if I was sober enough to - or wanted to (which I didn’t). This gave him a perfect view of my big nipples squirting milk all over the mattress and myself and my hard girlcock shooting cum as my body jerked uncontrollably. My head spins as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over me; in my state of popper induced bliss I’m barely aware of my orgasms being exacerbated by the two men slapping and twisting my fat tits and fingering my pussy. I begin to suspect either something else was in that second bottle, or it was an extremely strong type of poppers that I haven’t been fed before. All I know is that I hope someone forces it on me again. Soon. His cock stops pulsing, and he slowly slides his huge monster out of my throat, sliding over my tongue as he extracts it, along with the two bottles of poppers. I get my first real taste of his cock and cum; it mixes with the smell of sex permeating the back of my car as it all wafts into my big Italian nose. Mr. Cuntstretcher slips out of my pussy too; I feel so empty without his huge cock in me (my pussy was made to be filled, which is why I take so many cocks). I quickly grab my plug and push it in my hole to keep yet another stranger’s load in my body where it belongs - at least until my cunt walls absorb it. I roll over on my back as the two men exit the back of my SUV and walk over to their phones. I grab my big tits and squeeze the last drops of milk from them, nursing from my own tits, my eyes moving between the two phones. I barely notice them reach for their phones, and am just sober enough to see the glint of the wedding bands on their hands. More husbands out barebacking this dirty slut before going home and getting into bed with their wives. (I hope you all go home and stick your cock in your wife’s cunt still wet with my pussy juice…) I closed my eyes; I savor these moments when I feel like a truly filthy slut; like a degraded street walking piece of trash. When I open them again, both phones and both men are gone. I think I hear their car doors and engines, and listen as they both drive away. I lie there for a little while, high, wiped out and well fucked. Eventually I manage to climb back into the front seat. I flip down the visor mirror and smile at my completely destroyed makeup and the mess they made of my hair. I love it. My senses were utterly overwhelmed; they usually are when I’m used this hard. I’m floating on a cloud, and still buzzed from the poppers they force fed me. I drive home slowly, naked except for the plug in my pussy, and finally pull into my driveway. I light another 120, which dangles from my lips once more, although the ruby red of earlier is long gone. I pull down the visor and flip open the mirror; I’m pleased with my utterly destroyed makeup. My hand wraps around my extremely hard clit, and I push the plug in deeper to massage my p-spot as I stroke. I’m quickly overtaken by another orgasm, and spray my load all over my belly, tits, face, and the steering wheel. I lean forward in my usual cum trance and lick my cum off the steering wheel. Finally satisfied, I walk in my house, flop down naked on my back on the living room couch, and fall asleep, filled with the huge bare loads of two total strangers, and covered in my own. Degrade me. Humiliate me. Say whatever you want. The simple fact is, I’m a fat filthy bareback cumslut, and I love it.
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This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --
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I'm near Dallas and have a huge fetish for fucking and in general using big white guys (from slightly chubby to really fat) any age young to old. I find that a chubby guy is usually very willing to do whatever it takes to get laid. I kind of like the lack of self esteem and smell of desperation they can have. So many guys are into skinny, muscled or fit guys when a fat guy can be a much easier and less attitude of a lay. That said, I can't find many in the area. I also really like their small dicks. It's definitely very emasculating for them while of course beefing up my own ego. I'm very non-attitude type of guy, but I enjoy the role of being the object of affection and sex for those less visually "perfect". I have one nearby that I use exclusively as for a good anonymous blow and a really good tight hole to fuck, but would love to have some variety. Maybe we can even swap or share some guys. Anyway, if you're a big guy or just also into big guys...let's chat!- 16 replies
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How many of you out there have a chub fetish? Are you a chub/cub? Have you ever fucked or been fucked by a chub? Is anybody into erotic weight gain? For those of you who are, what is your favourite part? I myself am 270lbs (19stone) and only an 18 year old... I guess that would make me a cub then. would like to hear back from you all
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today daddy said that he wants me to be more than 300 pounds. Mr sumo and a very sexy beefy bear that reminds me of a caveman took me to a bathhouse. I saw many sexy big guys eating and making love. we got a room for us said the caveman. we go in and he kisses me. I start to feel weak. then he puts me in bed Mr sumo comes in with donuts, brownies, cookies, ice cream and chocolate milk. first we make love then feed you says the caveman. he fucks me slowly and faster and faster. mmm oooh yes yes yes I moan ahhh we both moan as he cums in me. he gets a donut and rubs his dick on it getting some cum on it and feeds it to me. mmm yummy cum donut lol. the sumo gets a brownie and dips it in a bucket. this is a cum brownie. he feeds me the brownie getting some cum on my beard. I'm still wondering how they get so much cum in buckets. they feed me with there hands and there mouths. mmm this feels soooo amazing I wish daddy was here. now I'm full they rub my belly and leave the cum on my beard. I suck Mr sumos cock and get his yummy cum
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I want to talk dirty and see if I can find some glory holes -
My first time on Breeding Zone. I found it when I was looking for reviews on the 442 Natoma sex club in San Francisco. I'm a Super Chub (easily 350+ the last time I topped a scale), smallish cock, and pretty inexperienced when it comes to gay sex. I dabbled in it a few times. But, nothing hardcore. Anyways, after reading the thread here about 442 I had a question. Are these clubs Super Chub friendly? I realize not everyone is interested in my body type. But, if I work up the nerve to try one of these places out, I don't want to just be sitting in the corner while guys to the left and right of me are getting the heck bred out of them! Plus, I'm not opposed to sucking cock since the last guy I had seemed pretty satisfied with my performance after several years. Any suggestions on the best places to go for the big guys? Sorry, no pics for now till I figure out how to get some.
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Any top guys into chubby bottoms around London?
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I met piggy at grommr. we talked about what we like and we met at his home. I brought snacks to feed him. We got naked, hugged and kissed, then I fed him chocolates, doughnuts and soda. After that I tied him to the bed and fuck him. I fuck faster and faster, I cum in him. Oooooo yes that's nice piggy said. the I untied him and he licked my cock. he likes to to fed and being a cumdump.
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Craig and I had been friends since high school, class of 1980. We discovered gay sex our first year in college and quickly discovered our roles. From the start, I was strictly a top, whereas Craig was versatile. Since high school I gained just a little weight, upgrading from 170 to 200. I had also grown a good beard. I liked to masturbate a lot so I had also taken to keeping my nails bitten to the nubs. My cut dick was somewhere between seven and eight inches, with corresponding thickness. I liked to fuck tight asses as well as face-fuck the cocksuckers. I had tried using condoms but just couldn't get the feeling I needed in order to get my rocks off. Over the decade Craig went from about 200 to almost 300 pounds. He had a small, cut dick which measured about five inches, but he also got super hard, so he really enjoyed breaking anal cherries, as well as getting sucked off. I was pretty much an exclusive barebacker, and in fact, the only time I nutted wearing a condom was when I fucked one asshole using Bengay for lube, which, I found caused his ass to flex around my dick while I fucked him as he tried to escape the abject pain. Looking back it may have been one of the fucks I most enjoyed, maybe ranking with my all-time favorite fuck, which was the time I took Craig's anal cherry. Back in 1990 I was working in a small factory, but Craig, who I still occasionally fucked, had taken vocational courses in college and then went to trade school, and several jobs later was working in a junkyard. I was pozzed about this time when, having gone on a month-long vacation, during which time I went to visit family out west, and ended-up at a bar which led to my attending a sex party. When I awoke the next morning I had a hangover and a sore ass. I remembered someone handing me a beer, which I had only partially consumed, but honestly I don't remember much more of that night. Even so, life went on for a few weeks until I found myself feeling as if I had lost a fight with a gorilla. I went to see my doctor who ran a few tests, and eventually told me I was poz. I called Craig, who I hadn't seen, and, of course, with whom I hadn't fucked since the week before going on vacation and told him the bad news. "Looks like our sex life is over unless you want to get pozzed." "Things will be okay," he replied, and suggested I take things easy. I also called my boss who seemed understanding, probably because he himself was bi. I spent the next two months recovering from the fuck flu, and eventually, after a long hiatus, I finally felt like masturbating. It had been perhaps two months since I had last cum, and I readily shot my first poz load off into a bathroom sink. It felt good to get my rocks off, and I found myself thinking of the first blow job I had ever received, which, as it was, had been given by Craig, who had also been my first piece of ass. I found myself remembering the pleasure I experienced when my dick broke his anal cherry, even as he writhed in pain. Fair was fair, however: he had fucked me first so he had been obligated to let me fuck him. A couple of weeks later I persuaded him to let me fuck him again and that time he came from getting fucked, so he was hooked. Our sex life became a rich mixture of getting my rocks off in his ass and mouth, me jacking him off and us putting our meat and cum to others. After I fully recovered from the fuck flu, I returned to work, and I could see I had been missed. Although my boss had hired a couple of temp guys, none of them could match my performance. A couple of weeks later Craig and I got together, and he confided he longed to fool around with me. Sure enough, he ended-up giving me a blow job, and I jacked him off. It felt good to use his talented mouth, get my rocks off in it and feel him swallow my cum with my cock in his mouth. I was on the crude drug cocktails and pondered if, by blowing me, Craig would likely end-up converting, especially since back in the mid-80s Craig had told me that if he ever got pozzed he'd want me to do it. I should explain that back then Craig and I were more or less monogamous. My dick was usually the only one up his ass, save for the dicks of a couple of friends of mine when we were still college where Craig occasionally played around with other guys, usually sucking them off, and I occasionally fucked other guys or had them suck me off. Craig and I also occasionally had oral sex, and I tried once or twice fucking him with a condom, but that didn't work for either of us. After I converted I looked into the dangers of each type of sex, top vs. bottom, oral vs. anal, and that the safest sex with a poz man of all was getting jacked off by one who kept his nails bitten or clipped to the nubs which prevented accidental cuts to the dick. As for penetration, getting sucked off by a poz cocksucker was safest and the most dangerous was getting fucked in the ass by a poz man. So when Craig and I resumed having sex after I converted, initially we had more oral sex and one time, after he had swallowed my poz cum and kissed my poz dick, we had a short discussion and decided that it was time for me to inject my HIV-laden cum into him up his fat ass. My dick hardened as we discussed how I'd take care of him when he caught the HIV flu and he assured me his medical coverage would pay for his treatments as mine was doing. The next afternoon he told me he had chosen to go on vacation in a month or so, which means if things worked out correctly, he would be hit with the fuck flu about the time he was scheduled to be off work. With that, we both stripped, hugged and french kissed, then he spat in my hand and I jacked him off. He shot-off his last load of neg cum in my hand. He sucked my dick to full hardness, left it wet with his spit and lay on his stomach on the bed while I smeared his cum onto my dick. My dick was rock hard and throbbing as I mounted my buddy and lined-up my shot. I put my weapon to his hole and drove it home with a quick thrust to instantly hilt it up his ass as he squealed in pain. My dick felt really nice in his snug hole. I flexed it and felt my masculine power as it expanded in him. He felt it too. He hadn't been fucked since the day before I started my vacation so his hole was tight and very easily abraded by my dick, which encouraged the opening of more fissures to facilitate passage of my toxic virus into his body. I began fucking him, and felt a sense of power over him, somewhat similar to how conquering I felt when I broke his cherry. Now I was breaking his HIV cherry and enjoying his hole which had tightened over the several weeks since I had last fucked him. This time, as I made it a point to pull out almost all the way, and to slam myself home as roughly as possible, just to make sure I tore-up his insides before my pre-cum began to provide too much lube. He felt the pain and asked what I was doing. "I'm preparing your ass to take my virus easier," I replied and rammed it home a few more times. I knew it hurt him but putting pain to holes provided more pleasure to my prick and usually resulted in better feeling more intense orgasms when I ejaculated. I pulled my dick out of him to check for blood and found some along with the usual other stuff from fucking ass. I rammed it back into him with a snap of my hips and fucked him, piston-thrusting in, intensely enjoying fucking him and thinking how great I would feel when I pumped my dirty cum into him and how my prick would pulse with pleasure with each spurt of my HIV-laden cum into him and how he horrible he'd feel three weeks later when he suffered the flu. I was so turned on I fucked him faster, harder, grinning in anticipation of my soon to come ultimate good feeling. I began breathing hard and working up a sweat as I fucked him good while he lay patiently under me accepting my self-serving thrusts in him. I knew he had trepidation about getting pozzed but then again he knew he'd get pozzed sooner or later and by someone else had I not fucked him soon enough. My thrusts became jerky as I got closer and I slowed my thrusts just a little, knowing that a slower speed near orgasm would result in a longer, better feeling orgasm, ejaculating more cum into him which would slightly increase my chances of infecting him. I had had mixed feelings about infecting my long time friend with such a life altering virus but as we'd discussed before, it would be better if I infected him instead of some Joe Blow. I varied my speed, got close and fucked him good, and then my dick exploded in one of my all-time best-feeling orgasms. I enjoyed the knowledge that my mighty meat was pumping spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into his ass, my virus-laden sperm forcing its way into his ravaged anal walls. After my initial eight or nine powerful spurts I repeatedly rammed it home to keep up that good feeling in my penis and to pump as much of my dirty virus into him as possible. I felt on top of the world conquering my friend a second and even more significant time. My hips took over thrusting my meat in him for another minute or two before i felt completely satiated. I rested on his back with my dick buried in his fat ass, feeling manly powerful like the studly mountain man who had conquered the fat asshole in the movie Deliverance. I had read the book as well as seen the movie and each time got a precum-slimey boner. Now thinking of the mountain stud having the virus and pumping it into the fat ass turned me on even more. I thrust every few seconds in Craig's ass while laying on his back and he massaged my still mostly hard dick with his ass muscles. "How's your ass?" I asked him. "Not too bad. About like the second time you fucked me. Oh, and I came," he replied. "Good. I'm going to leave it in and fuck you again when I reload," I told him. He felt a bit of pain but he agreed and I took a nap laying on his back, my dick still inside his ass. I also figured he might cum from getting fucked again. About forty five minutes later I awoke and felt my dick was still semi hard in his hole so I began taking short strokes in him while thinking of how he would suffer from the flu and my dick hardened in less than a minute. I began fucking him and enjoying how my hard stiff penis was forcing my virus from my first load into his bloodstream with each thrust in him. I had ass twice in a row before withdrawing many times as well a having someone suck me off for my second load and sometimes got the blowjob first and then fucked the guy's ass for my second piece. I sawed away in his ass and enjoyed the fuck, my first load of cum also providing additional lube but not too much, just what I needed to pleasure my penis and still further abrade his inner rectal tissues. It took about five minutes longer than my first fuck to nut in him. It was a great fuck with my dick feeling just as good pumping my second load up his ass as it had with my first. Again I brutally thrust and slammed it home while enjoying how great I felt pumping more virus up his ass and into his body. I also corkscrewed my hips and pinned him with my prick. Spent, I lay on his back and asked him if he had cum again. He said he hadn't but it felt good even with the pain from being fucked brutally. My dick, lodged in his hot ass, was in seventh heaven, and I found it quite comfortable to rest on his back, somewhat similar to laying on my good air mattress, so I remained in that position, on Craig's back, for another hour before my dick completely deflated and came out of his ass. I dismounted and lay beside him. He got up and sucked my dick clean, doing a thorough job in swallowing all his and my fluids. Then he lovingly kissed both my cock and each of my balls. Over the next several days I fucked him daily, and occasionally I let him blow me. Sure enough, right on time Craig came down with the fuck flu. Of course I honored my promise to care for him until he recovered, checking in on him before and after work. I showed him my hard dick a few times but he wasn't bitter. He knew the consequences of letting a man infect him and reasoned that it was better I had converted him than an otherwise unknown guy. In addition, we both knew how much I enjoyed injecting my diseased cum up his ass. He started feeling better after nearly another month and returned to work. He slowly built his strength back up and diligently took his drug cocktail just as I had been doing. He began losing weight, maybe a pound a month. He had lamented his decade-long weight gain and I had told him that catching the AIDS would result in weight loss. Craig and I fucked a poz guy or let one suck us off once in a while but Craig was still my main piece of ass and I was his stud. We continued our sex as we had before the pozzing. We also discussed various punks and assholes we could enjoy pozzing. Craig was curious about how good pozzing an asshole would feel compared to fucking someone of the same status. He did enjoy better orgasms when he broke ass cherries, feeling his manly power when the virgin hole suffered from the pain he put to him with his small but mighty prick, much the way I had felt when I broke his HIV cherry.
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it was my last class and the big subsitute teacher told me to wait then take a shower if i wanted. i took off my clothes and got in the shower in my boxers. The sub teacher comes in the shower and says teacher: let me wash your back. i turn my back to him he washes my back with soap then hugs me pulling me close to his big belly and chest. teacher: i know what u r. he says in my ear. me: um what??? teacher: your a chubby chaser. then he turns me around and kisses me with tongue. the kiss was very hot and made me weak in my knees. then he puts me on my back. teacher: time to fuck u. he fucked very good and cums in my butt. mmmm thats was very good Mr.v Mr.v im glad u liked do u want spend night with me. yes i said then we kissed i wash his body. i moan as i finish washing him. then we get dressed go in his car get nude and sleep in bed. he whispers when u wak up your going to be my cumdump this is my first story on here. hug and kisses
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I had been pozzed but so far had successfully pozzed only one hole in the two or three years since my misfortune. That first hole took but only bcause he had been brutally fisted a day or two before and he just wanted a small dick to shoot some cum into him to ease the pain and friction. That was when I found out how much better my dick felt and how more intense and pleasurable my orgasms were when I knocked-up a neg hole. The deck was stacked against me: Few were attracted to a short fat balding man who wore "nerdy" glasses which I wore because other kinds seldom fit my face, I had a small uncut dick, small fingers and bit my nails because it was better for my line of work in a factory and I cant stand having the dead white on the ends of them anyway. Keeping my nails short also enhanced masturbating which I enjoyed almost as much as fucking ass and getting my cock sucked. Even now masturbating when I cant find a piece of ass or a decent cockscker still gives my dick pleasure. I did have the advantage of being all masculine instead of having any effeminate looks or actions like a number of guys I knew or fucked. Most of the holes I did fuck were already pozz and most of the neg holes I fucked tended to stay neg. My orgasms from fucking ass and getting my cock sucked felt good but that first hole I pozzed gave my dick that extra great feeling orgasm similar to a great fuck in my early twenties when I successfully broke a virgin asshole's cherry and fucked him til I came in him while he begged me to stop, screamed and cried from the abject pain I enjoyed putting to his ass with each thrust of my dick, an excellent orgasm repeated when I pozed the first neg hole. I was so excited when I got the news that I was the stud who knocked-up the little twink's near-virgin ass I had to go masturbate. Ken a poz friend of mine with a dick as small as mine told me I should stop biting my nails so I could cut up a rectum with a nail like he did but I'd then need to clean the asshole's shit from under my nails which I knew was a bitch according to some of the fist fuckers I knew. Ken set up a three-way date with a neg bug-chaser twink whom he picked up for my pleasure. When Ken introduced us the 'chaser wasnt too happy that I would knock him up but all I cared about was that fucking him would add to my pleasure and feeling of masculine superiority and male ego when I pozzed his ass with my HIV-laden sperms. "Well, I'm twice the man he'll ever be so I'll enjoy breeding the bitch." I told Ken. The punk gave me a dirty look, mainly because the truth hurt. At least he wasnt a flaming fem queen, being just an average garden variety semi-unisex-looking twink-dude in his early twenties. Ken pointed to his sex mattress on the floor which had a rubber sheet on it topped by a stained bedsheet and told the punk lay on his stomach on it, legs spread wide. He then shoved his callused index finger up the asshole without any lube, pumped and twisted it in there and then added a second finger, thrust and twisted them in there while the twink whined and gritted his teeth in pain until he pulled them out. They had blood on them which he didnt let the twink see. Ken made him get up and suck my forty-three year old dick to hardness, then said, "She's all yours, Arnold, have a good piece." After sucking my dick the fella returned to his position on his stomach on the mattress, with a pillow under his pelvis, and spread his legs. I added some grease to his spit on my dickhead and mounted him. I lined up my shot with Ken's help and then entered the hole. He was decently tight, a cut man would have found him perfect. I liked how his ass snugged around my dick, reminding me of how good my dick felt when I successfully broke that ass-cherry two decades earlier. I hilted my dick in him, flexed it and commenced fucking him. He had to get used to my weight on his back as well as my grip when I held his upper arms to raise my upper torso for increased penetration. I fucked him good, enjoying how good my dick felt in him and my feeling of the masculine power in my loins and my balls to change his life, feeding my manly ego as I exercised my masculine sexual power to enjoy myself getting my rocks off in the asshole, enhanced by what my potentially deadly sperms would do to him. I fucked him at a pace that made my dick feel good. Within minutes I got my urge, picked up the pace, fucked him faster and hilted my dick up the asshole as my penis pumped my load into him in rapidfire spurts as I remained hilted in him. I enjoyed how really great my orgasm felt shooting my AIDS into him, my climax-swelled penis feeling excellent shooting-off powerful spurts of loaded cum. After about a minute the sensitivity eased off and I resumed fucking until my balls were empty and my dick started getting soft. "Man that felt good!" I said as I dismounted and stood beside the mattress waiting for the cunt to get up and suck my dick clean. He finally got his ass up, knelt before me and sucked it clean. Ken had to remind him to kiss it and my balls, a finish that was doubly important to me considering what my poz cum would do to him starting in about three weeks. Ken and I hugged and french kissed. The twink then decided that we were finished with him and got dressed. "Have a nice day sweetie and let us know how you feel next month" Ken said. The twink muttered something as he left. Ken and I hi-fived, hugged & french kissed and went to the local gay/bi watering hole to enjoy a beer. A month later the bitch didnt contact us but word got out about the flu that made him feel like he was beaten to a pulp in an alley. My dick sprang to attention in my pants and I had to wank it off while thinking of the hell the twink would face for the rest of his life, just as I had after finding that I'd knocked-up my first HIV-conquest. Ken had helped me prove my potent manhood and for me to enjoy a great feeling orgasm by pozzing an asshole. He would later introduce me to a friend much like myself who had his own solution to my problem.
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Stud Roger's Gift to an Old Fat Queen
Tailgunner posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Phil the fat old queen with the permed bleached hair and clear nail polish didnt relish being recruited to play Santa at the restaurant where he cooked but relented under threat of firing by his craggy old skinny boss Sam. I was a regular customer there so I ended up getting picked to be his elf even though I was taller and overall bigger. The X-mas party was a yearly event for Sam's employees and the community. I was athletic, healthy-looking and still in decent shape at twenty-six, a good six feet tall, still over two hundred pounds and had been on my meds since testing poz over three years before. Before I was pozzed Sam and I had fucked one of his bus boys and a college grad waiter, who was another one of those aspiring actors, numerous times including having them suck us off and swallow our loads. The waiter quit after I pozzed him a week after I myself had been pozzed. Phil was negative, as was his lover. They were both in their mid fifties, his lover and him being monogamous for the two decades they'd been together. That monogamy and neg status would be broken that night. The party was a success with everyone but the boss, Danny and me drinking like fish. Danny worked in a junk yard, me in a metal fabrication shop. Danny was in his late thirties or early forties and slightly smaller than me. He too was poz and had serviced me both before and after I got poz. Phil had mentioned that his lover of two decades had a great cock for sucking because its small 5" didnt choke him but he wanted a decent size dick for his fat ass. I sported eight and a half HIV-shooting inches. Being cut I was able to shred an asshole if it wasnt fucked regularly by men at least my size. After the party was over we piled Phil into his car and Sam drove him home where Danny and I met them. We helped him in and stripped him in his bed. We lay him on his stomach and he thanked us. "You said you wanted a big one up your ass. You still want it?" I asked Phil. "You got my gift?" he gushed, his inhibitions completely washed away by his inebriated state. "Right here in my pants." I replied, grabbing and caressing my crotch. I added, "Any of you want a piece before I knock him off?" Sam said, "We lined her up twenty five years ago so I've had my piece." "You can have it Roger. Go ahead, I fucked a better piece in the mensroom." Danny added. I stripped and Danny knelt and sucked me hard and kissed my cockhead. I greased up and mounted the old queen. I found my target and entered. His hole was built for getting fucked. I could feel where his hole tightened past the first five inches. I grinned as I hilted myself in his fat ass and lay on his back. I then began fucking him. He was warm and comfortable to lay on while I had my piece of him. It was a good comfortable fuck as Sam and Danny softly cheered me on. My dick was feeling good in the old asshole as I smeared my precum inside his fissured rectum, piston-thrusting in him, grinning wide at what I'd do to him by ejaculating in him. I fucked harder, faster as I got my urges. I was feeling good, asserting my superior masculinity and pelvic power as I got ready for a really great feeling ejaculation in the old poof. My pelvis sometimes slapped the fat ass as I pile-drove and jack-hammered my gun in him. "What a stud! Look at him go." Sam exclaimed. "Yeah, he's getting close." Danny replied, Both men were rearranging their stiff cocks in their pants. I began pounding Phil so that his fat rippled with each thrust of my mighty shaft in him. "Ready or not. Here I Cum!" I growled as I slammed a few more thrusts in Phil's cunt hole and hilted myself as I spurted my HIV-laden spunk up the fat asshole, my dick pulsing with pleasure as I pumped my dirty AIDS up his helpless bug-virgin ass. I pulled halfway out and slammed it home with a snap of my hips, corkscrewed my dick in him to further rip his rectal walls and thrust a few more times. I hilted myself and lay on and in the punk while my dirty sperms carried their deadly load through his torn rectum into his bloodstream. Danny bent down to passionately french kiss me. "Great fuck. I could cum myself." Sam said, patting my shoulder. Danny added his praise and then Phil announced he had cummed. I pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times before pulling my spent rod out of the drunken old fat asshole. We men hugged and kissed but only light peck on the lips since Sam was still neg. "OK Phil, suck it clean." I ordered him. Phil was still drunk as a skunk and attempted to roll onto his side but couldnt get up. I looked to see that he had indeed been turned on by me and by my dick up his ass. The little smear of his cum on his bedsheet was damning evidence of his desire to be bred by a real man. "I gotta go clean this asshole's shit off my dick." I said and went to the bathroom where I soaped-up a wash cloth to clean my meat. I noticed a few streaks of blood mixed in with the cum and streaks of shit Phil had left on my dick. I washed myself off and we got dressed and left. I returned to see Sam and Danny masturbating into Phil's open mouth. I kissed Danny as he spurted his load into the old queen's face and half-open mouth. Sam then added his load. Phil returned to work and worked a week and a half before feeling sick. A couple more days later he took off sick and was out for almost a month. His doctor knew the symptoms and tested him, giving him the bad news when the results came back. Phil burst into tears upon seeing me come in for lunch the day he returned to work and cussed me out until Sam slapped him across the back of his head and yelled at him. "I guess no celebration fuck for us." I told Sam when Phil went to the john to cool down. "The bitch asked for it. Drunk or sober, it's his problem he consented to get bare-fucked by someone he knew was poz. He owes you." Sam replied before throwing a bear-hug around me and kissing my cheek. I kissed him back on his cheek and we parted. "Roger you can celebrate-fuck me then." Danny said as the door closed behind him and he walked over to us. "I'd like that Dan." I replied and we hugged and kissed after he hugged Sam. Unlike Phil, Danny was fully sober and wanted my gift which I had given him for his birthday a couple years before this night. I had fucked him numerous times before getting pozzed but pumping my gift up his neg ass was one of my all time intense best-feeling orgasms. My cum in Phil's ass matched it. Phil came out of the mensroom, better-composed but still sobbing, and returned to the grill to get the lunch orders out. Over the next few years Phil lost weight but was taking his meds. His lover who was on the slender side had trouble keeping his weight on and stomaching his meds after catching the bug from him. Phil somehow got over his anger at me and cooled down after several months and Danny and I fucked him and his lover a few times. Danny seemed to get turned on when he saw the health of those he pozzed decline and often would masturbate or fuck someone after seeing the subsequent results of his pozzing. Being masculine men Roger and Danny always enjoyed asserting their superiority over effeminate and other less than masculine types and how great their dicks felt and made them feel when they pozzed aids-virgins, not to mention how turned on Danny got when Roger fucked him, especially the night he pozzed him. -
Fat, middles aged, long haired bottom bear near Boston looking to get used by poz pigs, the dirtier the load the better. Into sucking and swallowing,, rimming and felching, piss and spit, and barebacking and load taking. PnP friendly.
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