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Irving was a 56 year old man who was a chub. Who was also positive. He was not exactly eye candy. He was overweight, buck teeth and thinning red hair. Adam, was the love of Irving's life. Adam was 23, a muscular jock, with a 8 inch dick and a flat ass that Irving always fucked with a condom. He didn’t want Adam to become poz. Adam loved Irving, but was getting bored. Adam wanted more. As faith would have it, Adam met Kyle, a 24 year old man. A swimmers build, red hair, smooth body. A 7inch cock. Adam and Kyle almost immediately started having an affair. Kyle would tear Adam’s tight hole a part. Pumping him with his load. “Next time we fuck at your place.” Kyle said to Adam. Once Adam knew for sure that Irving was going to be out, he and Kyle were having sex all over the house. While Fucking in Irving’s study on top of his antique coffee table. I ring walked in on them. “Irving, I can explain.” “Explain what an ungrateful little slut you are?” Kyle, quickly got out and left. “I see you do like it raw.” Adam was no match for Irving, who weight over 256 pounds. Irving slammed Adam down.pulled down his pants, didn’t even use lube. Using Kyle’s cum. He went into the young man’s ass, and started fucking Adam. “Remember, your ass belongs to me.” “Since I stopped taking my meds,” I have a high t-cell count.” “Please, no Irving.” The young man pleaded. Irving kept going in and out. Until, he grunted and clasped on Adam’s back who had tears streaming down his face. ”From now on I fuck you raw.””you understand me, slut?” Adam whispered weakly. “yessir.”
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Young 24 BTTM CumDump here, I’m based in East Croydon (next to station). Any TOPS looking for a ass and hole to use, breed and fill? No loads Refused! I’m free after 17:00. My door unlocked, walk in, find me ready and waiting on bed! Do anything you want! No Limits! Leave me used and filled deep, dripping full of Cum!
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I went to the big city to get off the farm and get an education and see if being gay if who I am. Living in the dorms in a very crowded room, I’m nothing to look at being 5ft 6 very skinny 115 LBS and all these hot mussel guys around , but I have been told later I very well hung with a thick 9 inch dick. In my sex life I have only suck 1 dick and nothing else but have masturbated a lot. My financials are not great and at my age there is very little jobs open for me, I take a job cleaning tables off , this place is very high end so working 40 hours a week I can make $250 after taxes. I can’t work any more and go to school so it’s very hard to get by. I’m doing very well in school but I won’t be able to keep up this pace much longer as I’m always tired. As I clean tables most people have left but this one table that had some kind of meeting this very attractive Man is still there. I go over to ask if I can clean the table as we are close to closing, he say for me to sit down. I do and he says if I would like to make some real money at his club waiting on tables and that is where the real money is. I tell him I can’t wait on tables because of my and the alcohol laws, he laugh and says you will not have that problem and says I can make $400 or more per night just serving his customer, he hands me his card. I think to my self that working just 2 nights I can make 3 times what I’m making now. I have to take look at this offer as it’s too good not to turn down, so I make the call to see Larry. I get to the building and I tell the door man I here to meet Larry , tells me to wait wile someone comes down to meet me and take me to Larry. Larry is very up front about what he does here and about what my job will be. I will serve his customers at his parties and there are 3 levels of this building so at first I will be working the main floor. The main floor is a very big open space with 12 X 12 rooms surrounding the main floors for private parties. At the entrance is the bar but it’s not a liquor but a party supply bar. Larry ask me to strip down as he want to see what my body looks like, when i’m naked he says he got me right as a skinny boy with a big dick, he shows me what my uniform will be it’s just a jock strap with a baseball cap that I will have to ware backwards and I have to cut my hair very short and what little hair I have will be removed permanently by a staff member . I accept this job and tell him my age again and he says it’s no problem so he shows me the menu. Light Gatorade Heavy Gatorade Light Point Heavy Point Shards Water Lube Spike Lube Poppers E Name of some toys I never heard of but the person running the party bar would know. I’m to walk around in the open are if they want service from the party bar and if I see green light I’m to go in and see what they want, if the light is red I’m to stay out, if the light is white I’m to enter and clean up. My shift is from 6-8 hours on Friday & Saturday so that gives me the rest of the week to study.
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Any Kent/Medway toxic breeders about? If you're a smoker, pierced and into leather, even better 😝
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Will be hosting in sydney at a friend's place for the whole day. Looking for raw tops to fuck and breed. Looks and age dont matter. Dont care about status, just after tops that want to fuck and breed me. * not into fem or trans guys
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This is a continuation of my story, "The Drawing" which can be found in the "Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION" forum at [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/55413-the-drawing/?tab=comments#comment-584400 This story will have lots of chem scenes and lots of crossdressing/transgender. After explaining this to a moderator, he advised me to post in this forum, but please be warned if cd/tg content makes you uncomfortable. I drove from the campground back to my house. I was wearing only a lace thong and playing with my cock that was sticking out the side. My body was still moist from being pissed on by 4 guys that took turns fucking me and shooting their poz loads up my ass. My ass was bloody from all the activity and some of the poz cocks that fucked me also bled into my ass. One of those bleeding poz cocks also exposed me to Hep-C. Riding next to me was Bryce, one of the men that worked me over the past couple days. I was headed home to face...I wasn't sure. While getting worked over by the four, I was pleading to be turned into a take-all-loads whore. I was willing to submit to whatever my conquerors were willing to do to me. They seemed to have schemed how to take maximum advantage of my servitude. Bryce almost immediately began quizzing me about my life and obligations. I let him know I was divorced, no kids, a full-time job, house with a mortgage, a vehicle with no loan, information about my bank accounts and retirement savings. I told him where I worked and the names and locations of my closest family members and friends. We discussed my experiences with drug usage, sexual experience and interest in crossdressing. When we got to my house, Bryce told me to park in the driveway, outside of the garage. It was about 9:30 pm and there were no signs of my neighbors outside. When parked, Bryce told me to roll down all my windows and work myself to orgasm. While doing that, I was to yell how much I wished I had a cock fucking my sissy ass. As I got closer to cumming, Bryce started striking my face and chest and instructed me to yell it louder. I was practically screaming out to be fucked in my sissy ass by the time I finally let loose with a load from my balls. After settling down, Bryce told me to wipe the cum from my orgasm onto my face to mark me as a sissy cum whore. I then got out of my vehicle and Bryce commanded me to lay down at the end of my driveway keeping my cock hanging outside the front of my thong. Assuming the position, Bryce walked over and started pissing on my torso and groin. When he was done, he told me to stay there in the puddle of piss until I slowly counted to 200. Then I was to get up and slowly walk to the entrance of my house. I think it was too late and too dark for anyone to have seen me. My favorite black dildo and a container of lube were thrown out the door at me when I reached the entrance. Bryce ordered me to squat and wait outside and fuck myself with the dildo until he told me to stop. I worked it up my butt and another dildo came flying out the door at me. I was told to suck it off since I would be getting simultaneously fucked at both ends pretty frequently from now on. I was told not to cum, but that I had better piss on myself by the time Bryce came back to check on me. His final instruction was that I had better not have another orgasm. I bobbed up and down on the dildo in my butt and jammed the other one in and out of my mouth. I felt wonderfully free and only wished they were real cocks ready to spurt a thick load of cum in either end of me. I really concentrated on giving a good blowjob taking care to deep throat the dildo while running my tongue on the shaft and avoiding contact with my teeth as much as possible. I felt a need to piss and let it flow onto me. I wasn't told to explicitly do this, but I wet down as much of my body with my piss as I could while continuing with the dildos. My jaw was getting sore, my ass aching, and mosquitoes were biting me everywhere, but there was no sign of Bryce. Finally he came to the door. Holding his phone in front of him, he loudly ordered me to come inside but to keep the dildos inside me and put on a good show for the video he was recording. My legs ached mightily when I stood up. Bryce laughed and told me I better get used to squatting. He told me to shake my ass while walking inside as I would also need to do that from now on. I did my best to wiggle while keeping the dildo in my butt. When I got to the doorway, he ordered me to put on a dance show for him to get inside my own house. He started playing loud music and I did the best that I could to put on a lewd show for him. I was shaking my ass and moving the dildos in and out of my holes. Five minutes of shimmying outside were enough to gain me entry inside. Bryce grabbed the dildo from my mouth and began slapping my face, nipples, and balls with it. Stunned, I dropped to the ground in pain. Bryce kicked me in the balls twice and ordered me to stand up. He then continued to strike me with the dildo and commanded me to stay standing and soak up the pain. I did my best and only occasionally rocked backwards a bit. After about 20 strikes to both sides of my face, both nipples, and my balls, he stopped the assault. A further, more detailed quiz about my finances, family, and job then followed. When that was finished, Bryce knew the combination to my safe, how to access my accounts, and how long I could take off of work without arousing too much suspicion (2 1/2-3 weeks since we were in our slow season). He remarked that I had already put in my last day of work but may as well continue drawing a paycheck while I could. With that, he resumed striking me with the dildo. It seemed like he delivered another 25-30 blows to each area as before when he stopped. Bryce announced that it was time to start adjusting to my new life. He took off all of his clothes and told me to kneel in front of him. Commandment #1 of my new life was to drink piss if I needed a drink, either my own or someone else's. He said I needed to be properly hydrated for what was coming next and stuffed his cock in my mouth. The stream of piss caught me by surprise and Bryce barked at me to stop wasting it and swallow. I was then able to keep up until Bryce emptied his bladder. Bryce pulled me by the hair into my bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and grabbed some items from the backpack he had brought inside. Just then, Bryce's partner Trey walked into the room and announced that he had taken care of what needed to be done tonight. Bryce let him know we were just getting to Commandment #2. It was that since I was going to become a crossdressing Tinaslamming whore, my station in life was never worth using a fresh rig. Bryce then pulled out a rig with a reddish mixture inside of it. I found out that Trey had already used it a while ago, so I was going to be getting a mixture of Tina and Trey's HIV+ blood injected into my vein. Bryce pulled me to the bed and threw me down on my back. He took out a tourniquet and tied off my right arm. He felt around for a vein and found a big one on the inside of my elbow. He smiled and said this one should be good for a while. He took the syringe and stuck it in the vein, brought my arm above my head and loosened the band as he injected the toxic meth slam into me. I felt a rush like I never had in my previous limited experience of slamming. Bryce shoved his cock in my mouth and told me to get it hard. My mind was spinning from the slam and it felt like I detached from my body and was able to observe my sloppy blowjob skills. Bryce joked that I better get used to this because I was going to be selling plenty of quick blowjobs in back alleys to score money for drugs. My own dick was completely limp from the slam, but I was hornier than I ever felt. I gave him my best deepthroat ever. Bryce was raging hard when he pushed my mouth off of him and swung around to line up with my ass. I was told to refer to it as my cunt from now on (Commandment #3). As he started fucking my cunt, Trey started pissing in my face. He ordered me to drink up and clarified that Commandment #1 meant I should never waste piss. His piss tasted funny but I kept up with swallowing his stream. Bryce assaulted my cunt which again started to bleed after the abuse it had already had over the weekend. He taunted me calling me a sissy whore. Trey then started calling me Krissy since Sissy would be too obvious. Inspiration struck Bryce and declared that Commandment #4 would be that I would now be known as Krissy from now on. I started sucking on Trey's dick and was encouraged to lean into my sissy cocksucking skills so I could make a living as a sissy methwhore. Suck him I did and took great pride in my oral craft. I paused to thank him and was struck with an open hand on the side of my face. Commandment #5 was then given. As a sissy named Krissy, I was to speak in a high-pitched lisp going forward. I corrected my speech pattern and thanked him again. My reward was that I got to continue sucking Trey. Bryce could not take any more and unloaded another poz pool of cum in my cunt. I lost track how many poz loads that was this weekend. Bryce told me I needed to hurry up and make Trey cum because then I needed to clean off his dick that had residue of his cum and my blood and assjuice on it. Plus a good street whore knows the sooner you make a john cum, the sooner you can find another dick to suck for more drug money. Trey grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face. He shot his poz load down my throat. I was disappointed not to get that load in my cunt, but thanked him for the honor of using me. He slapped my face again and told me I was a good sissy. Bryce then presented his cock to me for cleanup. I hungrily licked him clean and swallowed the residue. Then he unloaded his funny-tasting piss down my throat. I was careful not to spill any and was then complimented by him that I made an excellent urinal. I reached back to my ass and did a little exploring with my fingers. Upon pulling them out and looking at them, I again saw that I was bleeding back there. I thought whatever STDs anyone was carrying when they fucked me, I was going to be very receptive to catching them. While pondering this, I hadn't noticed Trey appear beside me. He threw some clothes at me and told me to put them on. It was a little sundress with thin straps that I had in my closet and the lacy panties I was wearing earlier. With the clothes came the issuance of Commandment #6, Krissy the sissy would wear women's clothing from now on. Bryce then came over and handed me a pen and some papers and told me to sign my real name on them. I didn't get a good look at the papers, but the looked like legal documents of some type. I was then told to put on some sandals and head with them. Both Trey and Bryce were carrying my suitcases that were filled with...something. I went out to Trey and Bryce's truck and was told to sit on the back seat with my butt close to the window. I was to hike up my dress so my panty-covered cunt would be exposed. Bryce went back into my house and came out about 10 minutes later. He said it was time to hit the road. We drove for about an hour and I could tell we were headed towards Wausau. It was starting to get light outside and Trey ordered me to sit like a normal slut in the backseat now. We drove into the city and pulled into the driveway of a house that I had visited on a number of occasions. The last time was just about a month ago.
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I lived in the Chelsea neighborhood of New York all through the height of the AIDS crisis. At the time, Chelsea was the epic-center for gay life. This was back in the days when we used the telephone (not smart phone) to call hook up sites and talk with like-minded horny men. I made a hook up date with one of the guys form the phone service. He sounded, hot, lived nearby, and was poz. I was so turned on when he answered the door and I saw his emaciated body and lean face with cheek bones jutting out. He was wearing leather chaps, sunglasses and was surprisingly suntanned. He later told me he laid out on the rooftop of his apartment building. His apartment was quintessential Leatherman: Tom of Finland posters, a sling in the corner and an entire wall of mirrors. My cock stiffened as I thought about the number of men that must have become infected with HIV in this room. As my hands roamed each crevice and depression of his lean vascular build, his tongue wildly jabbed down my throat. I could feel the tautness of his face and sharpness of his facial features. After a few minutes I moved us closer to the mirrored wall. I love to tease out the inherent vanity that gay men have. I made him pose and show off for me. Made him say how hot he thought his own body was. I moved him even to closer to the mirror, as I was going to make him kiss himself. As I guided him, I realized that something was off. His moves were tentative and I suddenly realized he was blind. I gently asked him about it and he explained that AIDS had led to cytomegalovirus (CMV) which caused him to go blind. None of this made him any less attractive to me. In fact, it added to the overall image of the AIDS God that I saw him as. He was too weak to fuck so he sat down and I reverently sucked his toxic penis. He closed his eyes. As I slurped away, I would occasionally tell him how much I loved his AIDS-cock. That made him harder and he soon spurted his diseased seed down my throat. He shortly fell asleep. I quietly left and as I closed the door I thought, not only do I love his AIDS -cock, I love him
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9x7 9UssyFFillaNYC looking to breed loose cummy pussy. Hosting in Manhattan M/FTM/F to the front. Long winded and multi cummer if that’s pussy is bomb.
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This work is my first attempt at writing a story. Additionally, this work is a pure work of fiction. Chapter 1 I live in an average size city with just my son, Austin. He's a freshman in college and goes to a local community college. I was hoping he would go away to college so I could finally have an empty nest to finally be able to let out my inner pig again. Awhile back while I was married I used to spend quite a bit of time at the local porn theater. I can't tell how many nights I came home with cum dripping out of my stretched out hole. It wasn't look long before I was poz and that is when my wife left but we had agreed to not mention our personal business to our son. He opted to stay living with me for what I think was the fact his mom was going out of state and he did not want to move. My son is 19, skinny and hairy that quite honestly spends way too much time on his computer, phone, and/or gaming in his room. Since attending college he asked if he could bring some new friends over after class sometime to game with and "chill". At the time of his request I thought great more people in my house but I eventually consented. Two days later he brought over 2 new friends that he introduced me too. One was named Walter - he struck me as more an outdoorsy type than a gamer. Not to mention he quite muscular with defined shape to himself. The other went by Duke now he seemed definitely like a gamer but I got a funny feeling from him that I just couldn't put my finger on at the moment. After they said hi they all went into my son's room to play some video game. As I sat in the kitchen I couldn't help think about Duke. Like why was I getting a strange feeling from him. Alas, I needed to move on and get some things done around the house. They ended up staying for a few hours and then left. The next evening they all were back at my house. When they walked in Duke looked at me and I gave him a head nod. Austin and Walter were too busy talking about how they were going to win the battle as they all went to my son's room again. I started washing dishes and that is when Duke came out to the kitchen and asked if he could have something to drink. I said, "Sure. Help yourself." He said around chatting a little to me and that is when it clicked - this guy is a closet gay! That is when my mind started to race with all the things I wanted to do to/with him. I am not sure why but the thought of pozzing one of my son's friends was turning me on big time. I had to go sit down at the table to hide my boner that was growing. He thanked me for the drink and went back into my son's room. That is when I started to craft my plan. The next morning I asked how hanging out with Walter and Duke was going. He said it was fun finding new friends to hangout with and have fun. I asked how it was going with school work considering that they've been gaming so much. My son goes, "well we probably should do a little more studying." I took the opportunity and said well why dont you see if they want to come for the weekend. That would give you all time to study, hang out, game, etc. Austin looked at me strangely and goes, "that's definitely an idea. Not an idea I would except to come from you - so what gives?" I played it off and jokingly said "well when they are here it's like I have my house to myself again cause you stay fixed in your room." He responded with, "yeah, typical you. I was sure it had to have some benefit for you. However, it would be cool to have them over and spend the night and stuff. Maybe I'll ask if they are interested." I just responded with, "Don't be an ass. I don't care one way or another." Friday night comes and in walks my son, Walter, and Duke. My son goes, "Dad so they are going to stay the weekend. I know I didn't tell you but can you go to the store and get us food for the weekend." I responded with, "why don't you all go and get your own." Austin responds, "first, we don't have any money for that. Second, we have to meet Jake online to play soon. We have a battle scheduled for 630pm." I respond, "tell you what if one of you goes with me then I will get you stuff. Otherwise you will have to venture after your 'battle' is complete or later on." Duke immediately speaks up and say, "Hey, i'll go with your dad. That way I can make sure we get stuff we like and you all can get started with the game." I smiled and thought to myself my plan is working so far.... Chapter 2 to come if you leave comments below encouraging me to continue the story.
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Some of my friends here know I was partnered to an HIV poz and undeteactable guy. I am firm supporter of U=U and as a PrEP clinic supporter, I had been asked a few times to talk to folks going through the whole process. So, it always disappoints me when U=U friends are treated like crap. My little rant at the beginning. So, I was surprised at a recent event when a friend and regular FWB who is hearing impaired and U=U, reached out for a play session that resulted in the two us unwittingly started to to use nearby technology as a 'prop' and role play tool. Neither of us saw it coming - but we both caught on real quick and used it to ratchet up our already VERY hot sex to a new level. The event: A regular FWB texted me Saturday afternoon two weeks ago ... said he was bored and horny. He told me that had tried to set up a couple of fuck sessions that afternoon, and both guys were dickheads towards him when he disclosed his status. Was I around for a romp and help cheer him up??? I was indeed around. In fact, I had just sat down naked at the computer to logon and see who was around and horny. Perfect timing. We always had physical and deep sex. We both loved to kiss and touch. It made it more special by the fact that he was 100% hearing impaired. While I've tried to learn some basics (which always makes him smile), his primary method of communication is a combo of laptop and iPad. He always walks in and we hug and do some kissing, then he sets this whole thing up in the kitchen in a few minutes and we are ready to go. The laptop displays BOTH our conversations. I talk slowly and clearly and the voice recognition software almost immediately converts it to text on the screen. Then he reads and types on the iPad as a reply. Between my slower pace speaking (which is a nice change) and his 'mad' typing skills... you would be impressed how 'real time' the whole thing turns out. Amazing stuff. So he showed up. Hugs. Computer gear set up. Couple of nice drawn out kisses and he is already rock hard and grinding against me. He IS horny. No longer bored tho. His Dad is in poor health, and he has been helping out a lot. He told me that it hasn't left him much 'alone time' to at least even stroke off between helping out with his family and his self-employed work ... so he had a 'few' days loaded up inside him to share with me. I planned to milk it out with my hole. Or both holes. I'm flexible that way. I knew exactly what he needed. Took him by his hand and led him downstairs to the sling. He smiled and nodded and jumped right into it. I had him lay back, legs spread wide and hole on the edge. Then I proceeded to put on a two-part cock ring - you know the one that lifts your balls right up/out and the other part is wrapped around the base of your cock. Once those balls were right smack up there in my face I licked them, and sucked them into my mouth one at a time, then both at once. His moaning was all the confirmation I needed. His cock started leaking pre-cum, so every 4-5th swipe at his balls, I worked his cock deeper into my throat. We kept this up for a while. Then I started licking down his taint to his naturally smooth hole. He's a ginger and his ass cheeks are milky white, smooth and his hole is light pink. Fucking gorgeous to eat. I heard him gasp, when I spit on the hole and rubbed across the lips of his ass. He was gyrating a little to try and get me to slip my finger inside. I kept taking extra spit and throat juices every time I switched and started opening my hole with my other hand. It felt slick and amazing on my opening hole. I ate his ass, licked his balls, swallowed his cock and worked one, then two fingers into him. I gently stroked his prostate while sucking his balls and cock. I used my fingers on him to open him a little and stuck my tongue into him, between my fingers. He moaned even more. I wanted his balls churning and his prostate aching to dump a load. It appeared to be working. I used my tongue to provide all these oral services on him until he suddenly bolted upright and pulled himself out of the sling. "Get in" he demanded (and yes... he can say a lot of recognizable things... the better I got to know him and understood, I could understand a lot of his sentences. But this? This was a demand. I had heard it before. I knew he was horny, as, fuck....... I was in the sling about 2.5 seconds and he slid his cock up and down across my hole to lube himself up. Then he reached over and grabbed hold of my leather harness. He stopped and looked at me for a half-second and plowed his cock into me in one slow, deep thrust. Right to those popped up balls of his were resting on my hole. Then he pulled out to the edge... so I could squeeze his cockhead a few times. He made sure he had a good hold on the harness and started to hammer my ass. He was off to the races. He slammed into my hole over and over. I pushed my hole down onto his cock and relaxed it completely so he could push further into my second ring. Trying to get him in deeper. He was grinding in slowly, and deeper and deeper. We both wanted to see how far he could push his rock hard cock into my hole before he unloaded deep inside. He was patient. I'll give him that. Here's where it gets really interesting. Remember I said he is 100% hearing impaired and we use some very cool voice recognition software to communicate?? I was talking dirty to him the whole time I was sucking his balls and his cock and his hole. He has told me that the vibrations from my voice are VERY hot for him to 'feel' and he said he loved me talking dirty while I was working him over. He also loved feeling my chest rumble and could feel the sound of my dirty talk against his body. While I was working on his cock and balls and hole, I realized he had brought the iPad down with him and laid it against the table beside the lube and poppers. Holy Crap!!!! The iPad was still capturing all my talking... as long as I talked slow and clear. And so, as I was working on his cock, balls and hole I kept a steady patter of dirty talk going. I knew he would be able to see it all later - when he picked up the iPad. Or.... maybe I should let him see that it is recording. In case he doesn't want that to happen. So, when I hopped into the sling, I reached over and grabbed the iPad and turned it on an angle so he could see what had been recorded in the chat window thus far. I looked at his face for some type of comment, nod or reaction to seeing what was on the screen; so I would know whether I would be turning it OFF or leaving it to continue to record. That was the moment he sank his hard cock into me, balls deep in one push. I got my answer. He looked at the iPad and said... "Wow. Hot" and nodded. And that... was when he really started to pound me. Oh, he pummeled my hole for quite a while. I was dirty talking to him about loading me up. Breed me!! Seed me!!! He was sweating and muttering the entire time. I knew he was enjoying what we were doing. He kept looking over at the screen and would dig DEEPER when he read what I was saying. It was real-time, dirty fucker talking. I finally told him to quit holding back and cum and seed my hole with his cum so he could use it for lube. THAT put him over the edge and he started groaning and slapping my ass and I could feel the warmth of his cum seeping. I could feel it wrapping around his cock with each slow pump. He leaned in for some kisses, but didn't pull his cock out of my warm, wet ass. He just kept stroking in and out nice and slow. I grabbed the iPad and asked him if he was going to give me a second load? He smiled and nodded his head and started to pick up speed. He had not even gone soft that entire time he was stroking slowly in / out. My hole was full of his cum and my spit and the feeling was amazing. MUCH better than lube. I kept egging him on. Telling him to stop for a second so I could squeeze his cock... and he moaned when it happened. I asked if he liked my ass muscles gripping his cock? And he started fucking and had a moaning mantra started now. He was in 'the zone' and his hard cock just kept trying to get deeper and deeper. He was in no rush. He could see what I was saying as it displayed on the iPad ... and he would groan and fuck harder as I begged for his hot seed. We both enjoy dirty talk and role play. I mentioned he is undetectable. Suddenly, I could hear him chanting a little while he fucked his rock hard cock in and around my sloppy ass. Sloppy with his first load. I wanted a second load, and kept asking for it. Then he blurted something out and I looked over at the iPad. It picked it up. I was impressed, because it aligned with what I 'thought' I had heard. He had his eyes closed and this smile on his face as he fucked. And he had said to me "will you take my poz cum? do you want it?". Pretty simple and straightforward and clear. I decided to see what his reaction would be if I was asking him to load my ass with his hot cum? and tell him I cannot wait for a second load of his poz cum deep in my guts... and so I poked him and nodded towards the iPad. I squeezed his cock as I watched his eyes flare open a little and his breathing get faster and his fucking got harder. He kept looking at me, then over at the iPad. So I kicked it into high gear for him and really started asking him to seed my hole and breed me deep and pound my ass. I begged him to please seed my hole with his poz cum. Again. I told him we could BOTH feel his first load of 'hot cum' sloshing around my ass and his cock. He had dumped a major load. I pinched his pink nipples and yelled at him to breed me with his hot cum. He could 'feel' the louder voice and he could read the request. I wanted his cum. I wanted it as deep as possible in my raw, dripping hole. All of which he did. As soon as he dumped his second load into my guts, he dropped to his knees and started to felch his own load straight from my hole. He licked my swollen ass lips. He probed for cum with his tongue. I laid back, breathing hard and taking some hits of poppers and kept a quiet discussion going - telling him to eat the cum from my hole... and asked if my ass lips were swollen from his hard pounding? and told him I was going to push more cum from my ass out onto my red ass lips for him to lick. And I did. And he did. It was fucking spectacular and we both really enjoyed it. We took a bit of a breather and had a toke. He typed out that he was extremely turned on by the dirty talk and the poz talk as well. Nobody had ever done this in 'real time' with him before. I couldn't believe it. But he said it was a 'first'. He said he was pretty sure I would get into the dirty talk with him. I told him ALL the dirty talk was very hot. And now we have something we can try out regularly. We then went back at it again. He was so turned on with this new 'dirty talk' recording that he blew TWO more loads in my ass within the next hour. I was sore as fuck the next day. And it was worth every minute.
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I was scrolling through Grindr one night, sat in my lounge with my Grey Nike joggers on, Khaki Green TN's (in my pic) and a plain white t-shirt. Had a throb on and really had the urge to pump a sleazy hole, no names, just raw fun and go. This guy in his late thirties messaged me, he was about 3 miles away and no profile pic. He stated he wanted a guy to fist him then dump a load in his stretched hole. I thought, why not. About 20 mins later he buzzed me in to his ground floor council flat and was waiting on the bed in a jock and a pair of black socks with lube on the side and a towel down. Without speaking, I lived my hand up and slowly started working his hole with my fingers, more fingers each time as he moaned. Then without warning I started to slowly at first push my fist in to his hole. I could feel the walls of his insides scrape against the sides of my fist. Once I got about 2.5 inches in, his hole just sort of sucked up the rest of my fist. My fist was warm from his insides and I could feel the lining of his ass. For about a good 15 minutes I punched his hole, ripping my fist out and then slamming it back in as my scally cock throbbed and dripped pre cum over the back of his lower legs. He moaned and moaned as I stretched his sleazy, council dad hole. I couldn't resist any longer so I slid my 8 inch knob in to his sloppy, clean hole and fucked him doggy until I shot barrels of a warm cum deep in his guts which made him moan with pleasure. He could feel my cock pulse every shot. After, I pulled out, pulled my joggers back up and fucked off. Few days later I signed up to bbrt to have a scout around and saw his profile and find out he described himself as a poz sleazy dad with a turn on for scally lads to use him as a cumdump. Proper turned me on that I fisted and loaded a poz pig so much that I met him another 5 times after that.
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Last week I took an HIV test at a free clinic and I get my results until this Friday and honestly I don't know how I feel. I've been going to clubs and baths and taking all the loads I can get but yea.
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I'd taken to jogging after work only recently. Despite what usually happens in college, I'd lived a relatively healthy lifestyle. I played basketball, did a bit of swimming and didn't really party too much like a lot of my friends did. My main vice was that I guess I used my allure as a sportsman to sleep with plenty of girls. Now those days were well behind me I was doing my best to get back to a shape where I'd get some attention again. I got home and quickly ate some of the leftovers in the fridge and got into my running gear. I'd gotten bored running the same way each night so I thought I'd try another park in town. I wasn't sure whether the leftovers had been left for too long or I'd started running too quickly afterwards but it didn't take too long before I needed to start looking for a toilet block. Eventually I found one in a tucked away corner of the park. It wasn't in the best condition and the area looked a bit sketchy but I wasn't really in a position to try anywhere else. The immense sense of relief as I sat in the cubicle changed when I heard a heap of male voices entering the block. Perhaps it was a tour group or a sports team or something on a bus trip home? I heard them greeting and introducing each other, what were they doing? Shortly after, I heard muttering of "Get those clothes off", the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, the gate being slammed shut and locked and my blood froze. A gay orgy was about to happen! How was I going to get out of this? I sat there scared out of my wits as voices came closer to my cubicle, and then I heard one of them. "Shit, there's someone in here!" "Fuck," I thought to myself. "Looks like we've got someone crashing our party. It's OK, you can come out. We won't bite....hard" I wiped my ass, pulled my shorts up, took a deep breath and left the cubicle. All I could see were naked male bodies, something like 10-15 of them, all over each other and all different ages & races. "God, what a fucking hottie. And a great new addition to the group." one of the guys said as he looked across at me. "Sorry guys, you don't understand. I'm straight....I'm here by accident." "Nobody's here at this time of night by accident." said one of the guys as he walked over towards me, naked and hard. I gulped nervously. "Looks like we've got a swallower!" he said to the others. Some looked over at me while the rest were more than happy keeping each other amused. A couple of the other guys stood up and walked over. "Everyone in here has to join the party" "But I don't want to..." "Like he said," said the other guy. "You don't have a choice" and they each grabbed one of my arms and pushed me to my knees. "Open your mouth" ordered the first guy that saw me. "No way!" I replied before getting a slap across the face. "You'll do exactly what we say if you want to get out of here in one piece." My wallet was removed from my shorts. "And if you tell anyone, we'll make your life hell" In a complete state of shock I opened my mouth and almost immediately the main guy's cock hit the back of my throat. I could barely breathe as I was choking on his cock and his groin pressed against my face. I had no chance to protect myself as both my arms were held. 'He's a natural," I heard him say as the other two laughed. I felt strong hands at my legs, lifting me up so that I was horizontal with the ground. When I tried to kick out, the guy facefucking me pushed hard into me, "What did I tell you about funny business?" I felt my shorts being taken off. "What a great ass he's got too" I heard one say. "I can't wait to get a piece of it." I'd never been so scared as I felt hands pawing at my ass. "You guys are so good, the four of you are like a fuckbench" and I was being held in midair, spreadeagled. The unmistakenly behind me and between my legs. "Looks like a great virgin pussy" and I felt the cold shock of lube on my ass. The only hope I had was that he had a condom on. As if reading my thoughts, the guy facefucking me said "And we only play raw too." I squirmed in the four guys' arms and was reprimanded once more. "Just ride it out bitch til we've had our fun." I felt a cockhead pressing against my ass and before I knew it, he was buried deep inside me. I gasped in shock which allowed the guy in front to push his cock further down my throat and I choked a bit. "I love it when a guy gags" That in turn must've put pressure on my ass muscles as the guy fucking me shot his load inside me within seconds. "God Bill, cumming too early again. Get him to clean it off while I get a piece of that" said the guy facefucking me. Bill pulled out and they swapped over. The guy that'd taken my throat was now about to take my ass. As Bill pulled out I felt cum dribble out of my ass and onto the floor. I felt someone positioning themselves beneath me, a skinny ill-looking guy who wouldn't have been much more than 20. "Can't let all of that beautiful cum go to waste" he said. "You're such a slut Chris", the guy ploughing my ass said. "haha, true Bruce. But unwilling sluts are so much more fun." and then he started to work my cock. Despite my best efforts and the shock I was feeling, Chris was so good my cock grew quickly in his mouth. It must've turned a lot of the guys on as I could feel cum splattering onto my back. To be honest, I had no idea what was happening. I was going through the horror of being gang raped yet also receiving the best blowjob I'd ever had. It didn't take long before I was cumming deep down Chris' throat and Bruce shot inside me shortly after. I'd taken two loads inside me and no idea how many had been shot over me. I had a sense there was plenty more to come. My hopes were raised when I was placed on the ground but they were dashed quickly when wrist ties were placed on me and I was dragged to one of the cubicles. As I looked down at myself I was shocked but not totally surprised given the treatment I'd received to see a little bit of blood running down my leg. Same for all virgins I guess. My arms were tied to the cistern and a leg tied to each side of the stall with my ass facing the door, open for all to take advantage of. I honestly lost count of the number of guys that took my ass while I was in that position. I'd become pretty deadened to the whole experience. I'd feel a pair of my hands at my hips, a cock slipping inside and they'd pound away inside me until I felt them shoot. I didn't want to turn around but I could tell from the sounds that guys were having their cocks sucked so they were ready to go once it was their turn. I'd effectively become a cumdump. I guess this had gone on for an hour or two before they decided they wanted me in a new position. I'd given up fighting by this stage and so offered little resistance when they pushed me onto the dirty floor on my back and tied my arms and legs wide in an extreme X position. Most of the time I was tagteamed while I was in that position, one guy fucking my ass and the other my throat. I took load after load down my throat, in my ass and on my body as some of the guys jerked off or pissed on me as they watched. Banging on the locked door woke me from my trance. "Big Jake must be here" one of the guys said. It didn't worry me too much, I'd been through so much already, what else could be done to me? And then I saw Big Jake. Jake was a massive black guy, easily 6ft7 and probably 300 pounds, all muscle. He took his shirt off but all I could see was the rapidly growing monster cock in his shorts, it had to be 13 inches. "Is this a new guy?" he asked. "Nah, some guy who pretended to be just passing" Bruce replied. "Has he been inducted?" "Should be, but you'll make sure of it." Bruce then turned to me. "From memory we're all poz, but Big Jake has the most toxic seed of all of us. If you weren't poz before you DEFINITELY will be once he's through with you." He lay on top of me and his massive, rock hard cock probed my hole and, given the battering it had taken through the night, he entered me pretty easily despite his incredible size. I could feel his cock pounding my prostate and I found myself grunting in time. "God I love straight pussy," Jake whispered in my ear. "And it's even better when I'm pozzing it." As I felt his cock thickening inside me I came heavily, my whole body shuddering underneath him. His load shortly joined the numerous ones I'd taken through the night and with that I finally passed out. I came to about four hours later, being shaken by a groundsman from the park. "Come on faggot, you've had your sleep. Time to go home." "I'm not a faggot..." "That's not what your chest says. Now get up, put your clothes on and go home." I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Someone had written "POZ FAG" on my chest in permanent marker. I pulled my top back on, gingerly pulled my shorts over my aching and filled ass and made my way home, my life changed permanently.
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Hey guys.... I am back obviously. I posted this story already in The Hunt, but then I thought maybe it deserves title for itself. So, I hope you like the story... and I mean it.... 'Like' the story at the bottom, it's easier to continue the story line. The Hunt – A New Destination (Part 1) I helped Jason to his feet. He was shaking but kept on smiling at me. I ran my hand down his spine and after reaching his smooth butt I entered his hole with my fingers. He wasn’t exactly tight at this moment and I poked another finger deep into his opening. Slowly I withdrew them and led them to his mouth. “Lick them. Lap away the cum,” I instructed as I pushed my fingers into his mouth. For a second he seemed to be appalled, but then he looked into my eyes and he opened his mouth willingly sucking my fingers clean. I left the stall and Jason followed me back to the bar. Steven was still sitting there and watching the other cute guys talking to each other or french kissing openly. “Ah, finally back? From what I heard, you had a ball," he remarked, giving Jason an encouraging smile "Take a seat," I told Jason as I shoved him towards the floor. He looked confused but I kicked him in front of my seat and told him to rest his back against the bar and to face my crotch. “Give me a good massage, while I enjoy the evening with my pal,” I said. Jason didn’t hesitate and started kneading my jeans bulge. I spread my legs to give him a better opportunity to massage my poisonous spike. Steven was looking down at Jason and wished his would get the same treatment so I looked down to my puppy and ordered "Shift a little bit towards Steve's crotch." Jason looked at me but didn’t move his cunt closer to this good friend of mine and so I kicked him a bit to his side with my boots and told him to move his body more aggressively. He yelped a bit but understood the hint and so he was sitting merely between me and my mate massaging both of our crotches as Steven and I chatted. We were both getting hard again and I could read Steven’s mind, so I nodded at Jason, asking “You like the aftermath?” “Sure. I love how this insatiable slut works with his hands, although it would be hot if he would suck us here…. at the bar. No one is taking notice anyway, since we are at a dead end of the bar,” Steven remarked in an almost a chatty tone. “Yeah. Good idea. Jason, why don’t you suck on Steven’s cock again? Look how you made him hard with only with the magic of your hands,” I chuckled. Jason nodded and slithered right in front of Steven’s bulge and opened the buttons fast. I saw a slimy trail, leading to Jason’s new squatting position. He was still leaking toxic cum from his abused ass. I enjoyed watching Jason getting skull fucked while we were talking about the good old times. We ordered another round of drinks, but only for the two of us, of course. Jason certainly didn't mind as he was busy giving a blow job anyway, sucking Steven like a pro, manually jacking him off while his mouth engulfed first the head of his cock and swallowed the whole dick. He made cute choking sounds but no one was paying attention to the three of us. I opened my jeans again and pulled myself out, grunting "Here, Jason, give my cock a massage with your right hand while you blow Steven." Jason immediately complied, stroking my dick to full hardness, without pausing in sucking Steven’s cock, who commented “You were right. He truly is something special,” giving me an approving smile "Yeah, he truly is,” I replied and looked at Jason, who was sucking non-stop. Steven, meanwhile, appeared to be getting close to blowing his load as he had taken hold of Jason's head, and was now thrusting upwards into his mouth, his own eyes looking dazed and his breath ragged. “Let him finish the job. He is eager to learn. Right?,” I asked Jason who smiled at me, his mouth full of Steven's dick. I thought he looked absolutely adorable. Steven managed a laugh, with which I joined wholeheartedly as Jason worked his magic, intent of drawing Steven's load out of his balls. All the way he didn't neglect to stroke my dick, even if he was concentrated on giving a great blow job to Steven. He clearly knew his duty to satisfy me. Steven and I attempted a couple more comments, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere, particularly when Steven’s face finally froze, his mouth gaped wide in pleasure, and his eyes closed. Within seconds Jason began moaning, and simultaneously gulping Steven's seed. “Not a drop. Don’t waste any of my precious cum. Swallow it all,” Steven panted. "Clean off Steven's cock," I instructed Jason, "make sure you clean his head thoroughly. I want it every drop of cum cleaned off." Steven relaxed visibly as he praised Jason, saying “Good job, boy…. good job.“ Now, although Steven had emptied his balls into Jason’s gullet, he was still hard, mostly because Jason continued stroking his dick. “Sorry guys, that was great, but I really need to take a piss now,” and with that Steven reached to close his jeans. “Why don’t you take your piss here?” I asked. "What?" "We got Jason here. I am sure he wouldn’t mind being our toilet. Would you?” and with that the ball was in Jason’s court. Jason initially looked utterly shocked. I knew he had never before tasted piss, and that doing so wasn't high on his list. Steven gazed at me and I looked at Jason. “Listen punk,” I advised, “When I tell you to drink our piss, then your response should be to ask which hose you should emptly first. Now, get your fucking lips on my buddy's cock and start drinking." With that I gave him a punch to the chest which earned a yelp. "Oh, and don't spill any," I added. “Hey don’t worry pup...,” Steven began. Jason's face lit up, seeing a possible ray of hope that he would get out of a difficult position, but not so, as Steven continued "...I'll piss slowly so you'll be able to swallow it down without spilling choking. Just make sure to seal your lips around my cockhead and concentrate in swallowing, mouthful after mouthful." With that, Steven grinned and taking a good grip on Jason’s hair, pulled his face towards his crotch. In the next minute or so, Steven maintained an even conversation with me, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have known he was pissing into Jason, if the little one wasn't occasionally moaning and gulping down Steven's piss. In the meanwhile I quickly buttoned-up myself, and shifted my chair, taking care to shield the scene from prying eyes. I wanted to give my friend some privacy while he was emptying his piss slowly into Jason’s belly, and I had the feeling we might well be kicked out of the bar if management knew we were using Jason as a human toilet - in public, no less. From time to time Jason withdrew his mouth from the cock, but never lost a drop. He just needed time to breathe and to wipe away the tears from his face. Steven generously allowed him several seconds each time Jason gestured for a respite, but Steven never the less still had to piss, so it was perhaps as much as seven minutes before Jason swallowed the last of Steven's piss. I'd like to think Jason had swallowed at least a liter of dark, aromatic piss. “Now it is my turn. Shield me,” I asked of Steven. We switched places. Now I was in the seat of power over the young guy. “Without hands…. see?” I asked, crossing my arms behind my head, enjoying the action. Jason sighed sadly but wasn’t complaining anymore. He reopened my jeans again and got a grip of my still hard cock. His mouth engulfed my cock head and I almost started immediately to splash out my stinking piss into his unwilling mouth. I shot my piss into Jason's gullet, in waves of high speed. Jason still made the gulping sounds, but he didn’t moan desperately anymore. It occurred to me he was a quick learner and I resolved to help him learn his lessons, step by step. By the time I was finished, Steven was completely aroused by Jason’s humiliation, and the proof of the arousal was seen in the large bulge in his leather jeans. I looked at Steven and gestured to Jason, suggesting "Why not take him into the stalls - if you need to release another shot into this slut.” “No,” Jason squeaked, daring to disagree with my suggestion. “What?” It was almost like I wasn’t hearing right. “What’s the matter with you now, you dirty poz slut? I think you really want to make me mad, you cock ditch.” “No…. it is just” Jason signaled me to come closer and so I did. “It is because I don’t want to endanger him.” he said softly. “He said he was safe and since I accepted poz cum today I am scared I could infect you or Steven. But for that, I would gladly accept him.” he added and tried to sound enthusiastically. Steven and I laughed out loud. “Silly cumdump.” I explained lovingly. “That isn't possible. Don't you know, that only cunts get infected? Studs like Steven and me are not capable of catching the bug – that’s a fact!” Obviously I was lying to Jason. “Really?” Jason asked us quizzically. “Yeah,” Steven chimed in, groping his bulge, and hauling Jason to his feet. He clearly wanted to shoot another poz load desperately into Jason's hole. “Yeah,” I insisted, suggesting "I think we should encourage Jason to accept any stud without the fear of converting him." “So let’s go…. let’s go!” Steven urged. “Poz him up good,” I whispered to my mate and I told him he should repeat the trick with the used condoms again. "Well, anyway, I'm out of lube," Steven replied quietly, a grin crossing his face as he directed Jason into the stalls again. When he was out of hearing range, Steven announced to the bar, "Guys, there's another fuck event in the stalls for a newly bred poz cunt." The other twinks assembled gasped in astonishment as seven or so studs left their seats or tables to follow the doomed guy into the darkroom area, seeing a prime opportunity to shoot more of their toxic loads into the handsome young guy. This was just the beginning for Jason’s new destination.
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How Low Will I Go -The Saga Continues
shinelover posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
FEELING LOW, FEELING HIGH (How Low Will I Go . . . continued) Well there was no surprise what happened about a week later: I woke up feeling like shit. Worse than shit. I was sweaty and feverish and achy all over. Yup, the fuck flu was beginning to kick my ass. Despite the fatigue, I had enough mental brain power to do a little calendar calculation in my head. I supposed it is possible that taking all of those loads from the AIDS patients at the hospice could infect me severely enough to kick in after a week. Could it? Part of me was still thinking (and maybe hoping) that it was from that first day, with that first skinny wasting man who passed me off at the bathhouse. I knew my 'hope' was a little stupid - it could have come from any of them. Or Stu or David. Or a combination. I could be carrying all of their HIV babies all at once! My stomach was rolling and my mind was spinning. Actually, that was the room. I was thinking too hard about it: I had gotten what I wanted. What was next? I really did feel like shit, but my dick was standing at full mast and I was fucking horny, knowing I was finally a part of The Brotherhood. Even though I really didn’t have the energy, I dragged my sickly ass out of bed, cleaned myself up (and out), pulled on a jock strap, a pair of nylon trackies and a tee shirt, then headed out. I wanted to go back to where it all began. So I hopped a cab just outside of my building. The cabbie kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror and after a minute or so kindly asked “You feeling alright, buddy?” “I’m, uh, just a little under the weather,” I replied, "but nothing to worry about. I’m on my way to get a little more . . . medicine.” He dropped me off at the corner and I walked the few doors down to the black door of the hidden bathhouse. I carefully made my way down the stairs, praying that my legs would hold me up all the way down. The same guy was behind the desk and I slipped him the entrance fee. He squinted at me. He knew. “You okay?” he asked. I wondered just what answer was the right one in these circumstances. T o hell with it. “Fuck flu,” I blurted out. Just then out came the first guy from that first time, the frail and sick looking one. He was smiling at me, and his cock stood mighty and hard. “Time to finish what we started,” he said in a husky voice. He didn’t give me time to undress or find somewhere more comfortable to fuck. He simply pulled me around the corner, yanked my pants down and entered my ass, slam-fucking me hard, with only the precum from his big cock as lube. I was too exhausted to make much of a fuss over the discomfort, and besides, it always feels great to have a man up in my hole, even if it was, on occasion, a literal pain in the ass. For such a slight looking man, his hands gripped my hips quite strongly, his bony fingers digging into me while his big bone dug into my greedy fuck hole. He slammed into me hard, really hard, clearly trying to tear me up inside so that he could ensure a clear path of travel for his potent toxic seed to enter into me again. I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the hypnotic sound of our skin smacking into one another again and again. I could have died right then and there and would have been one happy pig. He pounded my insides to mush, and he was sweating quite a bit and breathing hard, so I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. His grip on my hips grew painful as he growled like some sort of wounded animal, his cock swelling inside of me and depositing his viral load into me once again, most certainly impregnating me. He remained in side my ass until his cock grew soft and slid out of my wet and sloppy hole on its own accord. Reaching down, the guy reached down and massaged the cum that had leaked out into my swollen and tender ass. I had expected the other guys who had come to watch to step up and take their turns on me but, much to my disappointment, they didn’t. Instead, he pulled my pants back into place and led me out front where he put his clothes on and guided me back the way I’d come. Turning to him I asked “What’s going on?” “I’ve got something special in mind for you,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. Well my initial disappointment vanished instantly and my cock sprang back to life. We took our time slowly ascended the stairs up to street level. I think that we both felt like shit, but somehow we both walked unhindered, and he guided me to a nearby park. I had been by here before but usually avoided it, having seen some of the wasted burn-out types who hung out there all the time. After having been used like a whore as I have been lately, I knew now that I was in no position to judge them. It also occurred to me that I still didn’t know the guy's name but I was following him around like a lost puppy. And he seemed to know a lot of the guys we passed. Perhaps he was one of them. I wondered if that was how he got infected, sharing needles or something. “You think you’ve gone down the rabbit hole? ou've only just stepped through the entrance,” he commented, smirking. “I can tell that you are not the type of pig who will be satisfied until you’re completely degraded and trashed.” My mind was telling me that I didn’t like the sounds of that, but I couldn’t ignore the enormous tent sticking out in front of my pants. Damn this thing sometimes! “We could have stayed at the bathhouse and let all of those guys used you again. But let's face it - been there, done that. You need something new, don’t you? Something . . . more? My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was already more of a pant. How did this guy get into my head like that? I just nodded at him, knowing that everything he said about me was right. I would trust that he would know just what it would take to satisfy my inner pig. He finally stopped at a group of some seven guys, all looking really rough and tough. They didn’t look to be homeless, just really sort of seedy looking. I guess they were just hanging out looking for something to do. Or some-ONE. He pulled one guy away and spoke very quietly to him for several minutes. Every so often they would both look over at me, and the man he was talking to would raise his eyebrows sometimes or smirk at me. When they finished whispering, they both looked at me and said, “Let’s go,” and I, along with the others, walked over to a beat up old van at the other end of the park. It was filthy inside and the back had no seats. One of the guys, a big man who was real hairy bear, grabbed hold of me and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you sit on me until we get there?” he growled into my ear. I figured ‘Fine, I’m sure his lap is much more comfortable than the floor’, so I smiled at him. “Well go ahead, lose the pants,” he snapped at me. Duh, he really wanted me to sit on him! Also fine by me, so I stood and shucked off my pants, and then straddled his lap, working his already hard cock out of his pants. One load in my hole helped get his fat uncut cock into my hungry hole. And I do mean fat. He wasn’t longer than seven inches, but he had to be more than that around! I fucking loved feeling his cock stretch my hole open wide. I leaned my head back and smiled to myself, not even particularly aware of the other guys watching me. Only his cock and my hole. He started talking to me, so I snapped out of my personal daze and looked at his face. He was actually quite handsome. I have always loved a bear. He didn’t look skinny enough to be a junkie, not that I had much experience. I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to substances. “You are a good little whore, aren’t ya'?” he asked, adding “Fuck, your ass feels good on my cock. I’m going to enjoy using you plenty,” he growled as he thrust his hips up to get as much of his cock into my hole as was possible. He continued to growl and rut up into my lusting hole, but after a few minutes I tuned into the other guys complaining to him that he was hogging the hole. Evidently they all wanted their turn. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get off,” he said to me, shoving me off of his still throbbing dick. My friend who had brought me to these guys was sitting up front with the driver and one other man, so that left me in the back with four guys other than the one who had already been in me. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.... I didn’t have to bother choosing between them, as the first guy nearest me tossed me down to me knees, shuffled on his knees behind me and hammered his dick balls deep inside me. I howled from the shock of it. He wasn’t all that big, but I wasn’t wide open and gaping just yet so my hole needed to adjust to the sudden invasion. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, ramming into me over and over again. He pounded me like this for just a couple of minutes and then I was dragged onto the next guy, and the next and the next. By this time my hole had loosened up good and was feeling really sloppy. Also by this time we had reached our destination. The van stopped and the side door slid wide open, exposing me in all of my nakedness to anyone who might pass by. The man who I now recognized as the leader of the group (and the driver of the van) grabbed my clothes from the floor of the van and just nodded his head in the direction of the house where we were parked. Luckily as I peeked out I couldn’t see any other houses in close proximity, so I didn’t have to worry about making the naked sprint to the front door. I could feel cum from my first fuck (plus all of their precum and surely some blood) trickling down the insides of my legs as I walked, and my cock got stiffer. Something about feeling cum running down my legs reminds me that I was a whore, which excited me more than ever. They led me down to a rough and unfinished basement, with little in the way of furniture. Or light, for that matter. Just a beat up old sofa, a few folding chairs, and some exposed metal posts and wooden beams. Charming. The leader suddenly grabbed my hands and in a flash, before I could register what was happening, he had me chained to one of the metal posts in the middle of the room. From there he sauntered over to a dark corner where I heard him dragging something. Then he and one of the other guys picked it up -looked to me like they’d build their own fuck bench. Two of the other guys took hold of my legs and lifted me up in the air, which made me feel very much like a frog: arms out in front of me, legs back and splayed, stomach facing down. The fuck bench was slid in place under me and I was set down on top of it. “This’ll be your home until we’re done with you,” the leader said, patting the bench. “Almost all of us have had a turn in you, but not quite. But as none of us have unloaded in you yet, we‘ve got some work ahead of us.” With that, I could hear him unbuckling his pants and saw him kick them off to the side. He entered me and took hold of my hips while he took his time in me. It was a very good fuck, not rough, but not slow and tender either. Just good quality dick in a hungry pig hole. He had stamina, too. He kept it up for a good 20-30 minutes and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Another 10 minutes and he leaned himself down on top of me so he could whisper in my ear. “I just got back from Cuba a couple of months ago. I brought something back with me . . . and it didn't come from the duty-free,” he told me, in a cross between a whisper and a growl, his breath so hot and stimulating against my ear. I felt an instant rush slam through my body. This guy was seriously telling me that he was a carrier of the Cuban strain? I felt a moment of panic, but shoved it down just as quickly. It was what it was. I was a cumwhore, made to take loads - all of them. And I had heard many guys were deliberately seeking out the deadly and untreatable Cuban strain. "Please, fill me with you poison seed!" I yelled. "Come on, knock me up with that toxic cum!!" “Here it cums, slut, my fucking deadly cum going inside you,” he growled in my ear as I felt him tense and his cock expanded and exploded inside me, filling me with his intensely viral seed. My balls exploded at that exact moment, emptying into my mesh jock strap and leaking out in a puddle beneath me. I just dropped my head, moaned through our simultaneous orgasms, and revelled in the entire feeling of freedom and pig sex that had eluded me my entire life. Now I was the way I was meant to be. Over the course of the next couple of hours the guys all had their turns on me, and I learned that they met at a special clinic that was studying the most deadly and untreatable of all HIV strains out there. And they all came together to combine their DNA into some seriously effective and highly toxic strain of HIV. Inside of my body. Yes, the terror was still there, but it didn’t stamp out the sheer lust and thrill that consumed me. I was a bitch in heat now, and no deadly strain was going to stop me from being the biggest cumwhore I could possibly be. The guys actually kept me there for a couple of days, letting me move around freely only long enough to stretch my legs and to rehydrate. No food. I was fucked beyond fucked. My asshole was now a permanently gaping sloppy cavern, and the guys could just dive balls deep into me with not even a flinch from me. I could still feel them inside of me, but I’d been stretched and torn up enough to be able to accommodate anything. But it was that Cuban load that really opened the floodgates to all of the depravity that I experienced over the course of those couple of days. Maybe I’ll get into a little more detail . . .- 35 replies
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Visiting Toronto from 30 July until 01 August. Staying DT on BlueJays Way. Trip to Black Eagle and Steamworks is a must. Seeking sexy company or a quick fuck. Want to ensure my bf is jealous as well proud of his slutty bf and his ass
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Question for the LA folks; I just checked in at my 'motel' in Huntington park, and the front desk guy said 'no visitors allowed' Is that a thing here ? Or I can just ignore it ? Anyone else had a similar issue ?
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Visiting Toronto from 30 July until 01 August. Staying DT on BlueJays Way. Trip to Black Eagle and Steamworks is a must. Seeking sexy company or a quick fuck. Want to ensure my bf is jealous as well proud of his slutty bf and his ass
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HOW LOW WILL I GO? (A Fiction/Fantasy Story) Chasing started as a natural progression once I began taking loads bare. Something inside of me just hungered. For cum. More and more cum. And then not just any cum but viral loads. After months of taking every load I could get up my ass, including several HVL’s from HIV poz fuckers, I got my last test results -still negative. What does it take? How far am I will to go to get what my body needs to satisfy this craving? How low will I go? I was walking home from work one day and passed a guy, much smaller stature than me. At first I just thought he was a little guy. But when I glanced at him just as he passed, I noticed that he wasn’t a small guy. He was wasting. This was the first time I had actually seen a man with FULL BLOWN AIDS in person -naïve, I know. The thought of it had always terrified me until I began chasing. Now, taking one look at him . . . something happened. Without even thinking about it, I found myself following him another block to a black door in between two businesses. I knew there was a sort of hidden bathhouse somewhere around here, but had never had the nerve to check into it. I had always heard that the most hardcore and nasty types of guys went there. And every disease available was floating around from guy to guy in that place. The stuff of nightmares for the younger me. Now? It was the stuff that was making my dick swell in my pants and my ass involuntarily yawn open. I need something in me now! I followed the wasting man down the dark stairs towards the glow of a room opening at the bottom, filled with the sounds of pulsing music and the grunts and groans of pure animal man sex. After he payed his entrance feel, he glanced over his shoulder and saw me. I don’t think he’d been aware of me following him, but his eyes showed some recognition when they locked on mine. “Did you turn around and follow me down here?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep, raspy and sexy. The desk clerk took my money and went back to playing on his phone, not caring what we did from that point on. “I, uh, yeah, I guess I did,” I admitted. I followed him to the changing area and stowed my clothes, while we continued to talk. “Why?” he asked me. It wasn’t a suspicious question. He seemed sort of playful at the thought that I, normal looking, ‘regular’, healthy guy, would follow him into a seedy bathhouse. I decided to just bite the bullet and be brutally honest. Nothing to lose, right? “Well, to be honest, the first thing that went through my mind when I walked passed you and really saw you was ‘sex’. Now.” He laughed, but not at me. “You really want to have sex with me? Do you have any idea what is coursing through my blood right now?” I swallowed over my dry throat and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, I do.” “And you still want me to fuck you?” The giant bulge in his jock told me that he wanted to fuck me, too. “Yes.” “You realize that I will only fuck you bare. And I will not pull out. You will get all of my toxic AIDS seed in you. Is that really what you want?” “Fuck yes,” I growled. He smiled a very devilish smile and yanked me by the hand to follow him through a couple of doorways into another dark space. I could hear sex happening everywhere around us, and it only made me crave it so much more. In fact, it wasn't just the sounds. It was the smells. That intoxicating blend of sweat and cum that has always worked better than a bottle of poppers for me. My stomach was a jumble of nerves, and I was both scared and excited at the same time. I knew that I was crossing a line that I couldn’t uncross. But logic had flown right out the window and I was just doing what an animal does, following my hunger. After a few minutes in that room my eyes adjusted to the dark. I could see a few different pairs, in the midst of their sucking and fucking, lost in their own worlds of depravity. Suddenly I felt his fingers at my hole, testing to see how tight or loose I was. It was going to be a tight fit no matter what given the bat he had swinging between his legs. It looked almost wrong -such a tiny body with such a huge cock. I suppose if he was at a healthy weight it might not have looked so extreme. But it was his wasted look that had gotten my attention, anyway, so I didn’t care. He pushed me down onto a small padded bench, giving him a better height and access to my opening. I heard him pumping his dick to full mast with a lubed hand, and then he started pressing into me. I knew that this was not going to be slow or gentle, and he just kept pushing, forcing my hole to open and take him into me. He just kept pushing and pushing, and I swear that I could feel my inner lining splitting a little. That little thought and realization made my heart thump wildly in my chest. Am I really doing this? He made me bleed, I’m sure. There is no escaping his bugs now. The force and heat in my ass naturally took over, and I found myself shoving myself back hard onto his huge cock. “Fuck yeah, take it!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He stopped only for one second when I felt his bony hips flush against my round ass cheeks. And then he yanked himself back, almost all the way out, and the drove back into me. HARD. I couldn’t help but grunt and growl. I was giving into the animal, I might as well sound like one, too. There was nothing fancy going on, no switching positions or breaks. He just stood there and pounded my pighole over and over, for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I was impressed with his stamina, not knowing what to expect with his frail looking condition. As his fucking got even harder and deeper, it felt like his cock was growing even bigger inside of me. And I knew that he was getting close to cumming. This is it, am I really going to let him cum in me? I could pull off right before, it’s not too late. He started growling, and then spoke for the first time since he’d penetrated me. “I’m getting close buddy. There’s no backing out now . . . you’re going to get my load.” Oh, fuck, I forgot that he made it clear he would not be pulling out. The tingling in my stomach met with the fire in my groin and ass and I knew there was no need to deny it. “Fucking give it to me!” I yelled, surprising myself at how loud I’d been. “Knock me up!” “You want it? You want my AIDS?” he asked. “I’m going to pump you full of my toxic seed. Fucking knock you up with my AIDS babies.” “You got a neg ass there?” I heard one of the other guys ask. “Yup,” my fucker replied. Getting as loud and vocal as we’d gotten, I shouldn’t have been surprised that we attracted an audience. And they had all stopped their own messing around to watch me get impregnated. Knowing all eyes were on me taking this stranger’s dirty seed seemed to make something snap inside of me and I felt like a true cumwhore. Now all of the guys were yelling at us, at him, to get me pregnant, to trash my hole, to pound me and rip me up. And I was really getting into it, shoving back hard to feel every inch of him in me. My hole felt gaping, sloppy and wet, slick with my own ass juices, his natural lube and my blood. Finally he growled through clenched teeth, gripped my hips so hard it hurt as he impaled me balls deep as he emptied his balls into me. “That’s it, take it you fucking whore,” he finally panted as his cock began to soften after a few minutes. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. He smiled back and said, "You must be a fucking whore to follow a guy you don't know, who is full of AIDS, and beg him to breed you." He slapped my ass one last time and let his cock fall from my hole. So there I was, naked, on my hands and knees on a little padded bench, in a room filled with strangers, panting and covered in sweat, with a butt full of toxic high viral cum from a FULL BLOWN AIDS fucker. And I felt happy. And I wanted more . . .
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Hey. I'll be going to the LA Cumunion sex party this week. If you have any recommendations or advise on how to enjoy it, or if you've been there, please share your experience PS: Pics included for attention
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Shawn Mendes was a world-renowned singer and jock heart throb. He got requests from men and women to sleep with them everyday, but he typically turned them down. It was not smart for celebs to go around getting sexed up with everyone who offered. One thing that everyone threw into question was Shawn's sexuality, everyone thought he was gay. This rumor was dispelled by Shawn and his managers on multiple occasions, but Shawn knew that at night, once everyone had gone fo bed, he would pull out his phone and jerk to gay porn. He always thought that one day he would finally fuck a guy, but everyone his age was such a douche and all the old men were creepy and gross. That all changed one night after a concert. Shawn was approached by an older man, atleast 60, after one of his concerts. He had bought a VIP ticket, which was a bit strange but Shawn had seen a lot of strange things on tour. "Hey, that was a great concert," the man said. "I'm John.' "Hey thanks, John!" Shawn said. "I'd really like to get to speak with you more about your music. I work for a major record label and am out scouting some of the world's best talent. That was strange, Shawn thought. He's already famous. "Hey thanks man! I think I'm stuck in my contract right now but maybe a few years in the future," Shawn replied. "Ah I understand. You're a very handsome boy, hope to see you again sometime," John said as he shook Shawn's hand. Shawn was unexpectedly pulled in for a quick peck on the cheek. "See you...later," Shawn said kind of embarassed. Glad that's over, he thought. After Shawn's show a week later, he was approached by John later. Fuck not this creeper again, Shawn thought. "Hey," John said. "Hey John," Shawn said. "You know that mention of your contract, that wasn't a request. I talked to your manager this evening. I'll be taking over your tour starting tonight." Shawn went slack jawed while he shook John's hand and all of a sudden was pulled in again, but this time on the lips. "I'm sure you'll find that I will make you a very special boy," John said while giving Shawn a very sheepish smile and walking off. That was weird, Shawn thought. The next morning Shawn had to begin answering to John, his new manager. His schedule changed a lot. There were many more early mornings and random tasks being assigned. Why on earth was Shawn doing John's laundry?! He thought. John entered the room, "Hey Shawn, I've been thinking." "Yes?" "Well, I need you to refer to me as sir, but that's besides the point. I want you to have a choice in who is your manager since you seemed somewhat taken aback by it when I gave you the news." "What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "I mean I will present what your contract implies and you will decide at the end of the week whether or not our partnership is good." "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Shawn asked. "Well, no," John said. "But I do value input." At that point, John put his hands in his pockets just wide enough to stretch his lapel and open shirt revealing a small tattoo on his chest that Shawn couldn't make out to see what it was. "Now, I can tell you are quite uncomfortable. Is that because I kissed you?" John asked as he zeroed in on Shawn, getting closer. Shawn was speechless. "I'm guessing that is a yes," John said. "You see, part of the contract that your old manager signed you off to me in included being my lover, taking care of me, and becoming part of my family. I know it may be shock, but experiments in the music industry have really been working out in the long run for a lot of young singers." Shawn was speechless. "You don't have to say anything," John said as he took Shawns hand, cupped his chin (John stood a good 2" over Shawn), and began kissing him. "Your assistants have already begun moving your stuff into my house and my trailer. Should be ready to move in tomorrow night." Shawn was still speechless, he has gone a bit slack jawed. "If you don't have any questions about your contract, you may leave. You have some packing to do and the Music Awards tonight," John said. With that Shawn turned and left. Fuck, why was he not able to say anything? And with as fast as he wanted to get out of there, why was he walking so slow? He'll just sleep this off, he thought as he went to take a nap. But instead of napping, Shawn found himself looking at porn on his phone, not just any porn, daddy porn. And as soon as he came all over his abs, he heard himself moan: "John." Shawn awoke from a nightmare just in time to get ready. He had been leaving the Music Awards and couldn't find his way home. Instead he found himself staring at a bunch of old men, all staring at him wearing a very tight plaid suit as if he would walk through the space they parted for him. He shook his head thinking, this knew manager is just a bit weird. Changes like this happen to young stars all the time in Hollywood. He'll have a new manager soon enough, right? Shawn got up and got ready for the Music Awards tonight. He was surprisingly excited to spend some time with the rest of the team all dressed up. Shawn's stylist had picked a new suit for him to wear on the red carpet. When she took it out of the bag he saw that it was plaid....wait, fuck, plaid just like in my dream, he thought. He shook his head, it's nothing, I probably remember seeing her show me pics of it at one point. At the show, something was off. Shawn was not saying much, was very passive on the red carpet, and found himself being nervous for tonight. He didn't crack many smiles for the camera unless the cameramen told him too. John had also prepared a couple things for him to say about his music if anyone asked. He was doing very well, very... obedient. After the red carpet was over, Shawn's manager pulled him aside and told him that there was a plan for after. He had a special after party to be at that Shawn would join him for, the limo driver will take him right there, and "Don't worry, the will be a camera man following you around with a small teleprompter. We're working on getting a new tour video up so just follow along." Shawn was speechless after John walked off. After the awards show, Shawn went down to the street and got into the limo. Fuck, he thought, why am I do nervous over an after party? he thought. The limo soon stopped, Shawn got out of the car, buttoned the jacket of his tight suit, and heard the driver say John told him to tell Shawn to go upstairs. Shawn expected a mass of fans outside snapping pictures. This wasn't the case. He was standing in front of a large building that looked otherwise abandoned. Not wanting to be the superstar known for breaking a contract, he timidly went upstairs. It was dark and the floorboards creeked. What the fuck is this, Shawn thought. Then he could hear something the higher he went. Lots of men talking. Ok that sounds like a party, Shawn thought and walked slightly faster. Then at the top of the stairs Shawn saw it and his heart sank. Shawn was speechless and went slackjaw as he found himself looking at the same crowd of men he saw in his dream. All the voices stopped and faces turned towards him, parting the sea and revealing a sling (he had only seen in porn) and John standing in the middle. He sported his slightly overweight and wrinkly naked body and Shawn finally saw the tattoo on his chest. He recognized as a biohazard tattoo. The cameraman appeared in front of him as the lights turned off behind him and dimmed in the room. He slowly began to walk forward, step by step, closer to his fate. All you could hear was the deep click of Shawn's boots on the floor and the slight rattle off chains. When Shawn got to the front he slowly turned around. His heart was racing, face flush, and stomach full of butterflies. He noticed words come up on the teleprompter and began to read them off. "My name in Shawn Mendes, I'm an internationally renowned singer/songwriter, 22 years old, and recently was sold to my new manager, John. Tonight I will officially bind to my contract. I will be fucked by over 50 men over the age of 50, all...HIV positive..." Shawn swallowed and couldn't believe what he was reading. "All of these men are in different stages, several of whom have...late stage AIDS..." Fuck, why couldn't he move. "The video will be released and my new career as a...porn star will begin." FUCK! This is what sleazy John was up to. Shawn was speechless once more and went slackjaw as more lights turned off. He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and gave his hands up to two men he could no longer see and felt what he thought were small boxing gloves being put on them. Then he felt a gas mask get lowered onto his head and he could no longer see. He was gently picked up and lowered into the sling, a whole was cut in his trousers, the men smirked when they found he wasn't wearing underwear, his feet and hands strapped to the chains, and a long tube attached to the gas mask. One man began to feed Shawn a steady stream of poppers through the mask as he felt himself lose control of his body. John stepped up, shoved his massive cock in and came inside him after just a few minutes. Other men all began to step up, Shawn was unable to hear all the words they were yelling, see the men who was fucking, and very soon he couldn't even feel the cocks inside him. All he could do was breathe in more more poppers. Shawn went from being an anal virgin to taking lots of toxic cocks. "Yeah charge this slut up!" "Give him AIDS!" "Oh yeah, let's get him a couple strains and superconvert him!" Man after man ravaged Shawn's hole for the next six hours. Just before Shawn passed out, he felt himself get free of the sling and the gas mask removed. He stumbled when he stood up but regained his balance quickly. He buttoned his tight suit jacket while the men all cheered for him. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. And he strangely found it...arousing. "Come with me," John said. Shawn followed to a well lit room across the hall where he was shown to a chair. A tattoo artist was placed on a stool. "Unbutton your jacket and open up that shirt a bit more." Shawn did as he was told and before he realised it, he now had a biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest. Fuck, my career is over, he thought. He buttoned his shirt back up, stood up and... Wait ... Was there something inside him? Fuck! They stuffed him with a buttplug to keep all the cum inside me. Shawn's heart sank, but he felt relatively excited. What is wrong with me, he thought. "Turn around," John instructed. Shawn buttoned his tight jacket and did as he was told. He looked at himself in the mirror and could see the new tattoo through the open shirt he was wearing. "All your fans will soon know the truth," John said. With that, he cuffed Shawn's hands behind his back, escorted him out into the daylight wear lots of fans and media were watching, and he was forced into the limo. The media will have tons of questions later. The next week, Shawn's concerts were pretty much empty. It didn't matter though, he got a bad case of the flu and had to cancel the rest of his tour. Then his new career began. The end.
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I keep on reading here and elsewhere that a lot of brothers are on Prep and as part of that process, go for regular testing which otherwise would have been procrastinated. In doing so, other STIS are caught on early and treated accordingly. As I understand Prep works very well, almost 99% barring a few cases of failure vice the number of guys on Prep. Prep use has been more so in order for guys to enjoy bareback sex. I keep reading that STIs are by products of barebacking. However I am confused that having other STIs increases chances of HIV infection even for guys on Prep. This is totally oxymoronic. The very intent of Prep is to avoid HIV infection from onset. Please enlighten us from your knowledge and experience.
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