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I stayed at a friend's place for a few days, but most of the time he was at work or away, so I ended-up spending my time chilling out or on Grindr. There were some fit dudes in the area, but from speaking with them I figured bareback was a 'no go'. I noticed a cute young white twink who was a little further away. His profile had bareback written all over it and he was desperate to get loaded up, anytime, anywhere and by anyone. Just from looking at the profile and his pics I knew he was going to be a sleazy bug chaser. So I contacted him, and early in our conversation I brought up the subject and soon after that he was begging to be converted with my strain, saying he was negative, (which I found hard to believe as he had talked about what a cum whore he was) and that he had been taking loads non stop over the last few years. Similarly he didn't quite believe that I was poz. As we continued exchanging messages, several times he verified (as best he could) that I was genuinely positive. I told him the truth, how I had been poz for the last five years and had never taken any meds, although I would need to start treatment fairly soon. Well, it was clear his hole was desperately hungry and twitching for my dick and poz seed, so I told him I would GUARANTEE his conversion if he was willing and understood the risks. Immediately he agreed as he was obsessed with prospects of obtaining my strain. (I made the guarantee knowing I've built up quite a toxic strain over the years, especially as I've traveled for work all over the globe, and I've fucked quite a few holes in different countries, although, truth be told, I've had more loads fucked into my ass overall. I'm a no-questions-asked type of guy when it comes to bottoming, although on BBRTS, I always tend to search for poz tops. Naturally neg tops don't do much for me, but perversely neg bottoms are.) We exchanges several more messages, and eventually he gave me his address. I instructed him to (i) leave the door on the latch, (ii) be on all fours, (iii) wearing his sluttiest jock strap and (iv) place a toothbrush on the bed. I was quite sure he knew exactly what I had planned for his juicy neg hole. It took about 20 minutes to get to his place. Pushing the front door open with ease, I stepped inside and closed it behind me. I reached up under my baseball cap and pulled down the black balaclava hidden beneath it. I walked the length of the ground floor apartment and found the door to the bedroom. On the bed was a smooth hole in the air in a well used cum/lube stained jockstrap and a brand new toothbrush placed just under the waistband. The cum dump had a lean build, appeared to be early to mid twenties, smooth all over with light brown/blond hair and a beefy ass. I unzipped my jeans, releasing my semi hard dick, walked towards the head of the bed, grabbed the cum dumps head and pulled it back, "Open your mouth, pig. The more spit on my dick means the easier it goes in your hole." Not only do I not believe in using rubbers. I also don't believe in using lube either, figuring the bottom doesn't deserve it! He opened his mouth wide, I rammed my dick straight in and as deep as I could. He gagged and recoiled but that just made my dick even harder. Next I ran my hand down his back and the tip of my finger circled his hole. It was nice and dry, I was glad the fucker hadn't pre-lubed before I got there. He continued to work his mouth around my shaft for several minutes, occasionally begging for my poz seed when he came up for air, pleading for it to be deposited deep inside his guts and not down his throat. I moved down and round to his ass, rubbing my sloppy dick over the hole, applying just enough pressure to tease the opening but not penetrate it. "What is it you want, pig?" "I NEED your toxic strain inside my ass, Sir." "Are you sure you want it? It's a really potent, unmedicated bug. It's the greatest gift you could ever hope to receive. But you know what? I'm not sure you really deserve it. But then, the risk and decision is solely yours. There won't be any opportunity to change your mind - once we get started." "I'm desperate for the bug, Sir. I've wanted it for such a long time. Rape your strain into my ass as roughly as you can. No pulling out, and no 'safe word'. As he commited himself, I felt his dick harden in excitement. "Good answer, fuck pig. First, however, I need to prep your hole. I'm gonna brush it so it's nice and bloody, and the strain definitely takes - and quickly. "Yes, Sir. Will it definitely take? You're definitely poz, right? I really hope you are!" "As I said before, pig, I am most definitely poz, and guarantee my strain will sero-convert you. If you still don't believe me, well, you will believe me in about a month. Just wait and see!" I slid the new toothbrush out from under the jock, running my thumb over the clean white dry bristles, rubbing the toothbrush gently over his hole for a few seconds, then grasped the handle firmly as if I were holding a knife, without warning and in one quick movement drove the toothbrush deep into his guts. The stupid fucker squirmed and let out a cry which he muffled by driving his head down into the pillow. I started out with a gentle sawing motion inside his hole, applying more and more pressure, then reverting to a gentle brush, seeing just how much he could take. The more he squirmed the harder my dick got. I withdrew the brush and found it covered in a little blood, I pulled his head back, lifted the blindfold he was wearing off for a second and showed the dumb twink the bloody toothbrush before reinserting it. I continued with the previous brushing method, then started to rotate the brush 360 degrees. Now that was painful, it was clear to see from his muffled screams. My dick was throbbing by that point and dripping with pre-cum. It was time to fuck. It was time for his conversion. I pulled the brush out of his ass as roughly as I could. The bristles were now covered with a large amount of bright red blood. His hole was more than ready! "It burns. It feels like my hole's on fire, Sir." I positioned my dick over the now bloody hole and slid in slowly, I wanted to savour every minute. The blood, earlier spit and pre-cum helped lube my entry. He let out a low moan as each inch passed through his ring. His hole grasped tightly around my shaft and I started to jack hammer his ring, pounding my meat as deeply and roughly as I could. The entire time he begged for my poz jizz. After approximately 15 minutes of continuous fucking, as the sweat dripped from my body and as his blood seeped from his hole, I was ready to shoot my load. "Here it comes, pig. You ready for it? My nasty toxic bug. My pure, potent strain of poz cum. Beg me for it! Beg me, pig! Be the stupid fucker who begged to get pozzed-up." "Please, Sir, poz my hole, I beg you! Convert me! I want your DNA inside of my ass - to be a part of me forever. You will own me, but your seed will destroy my hole." With that my cock pulsed several times, I began grunting and spewed out my three-day load, completely emptying my nuts into the pig's guts. As the last spurts drained into his body, I collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. Then, whispering into his ear I said "Welcome to the club, AIDS pig. You are now completely fucked. I've just give you one of the nastiest strains of HIV on the planet. You dumb fuckin' whole. I know you're going to come to regret taking my load." I pulled my meat out and wiped my bloody shaft on his bed sheets, cleaned up and was out of there within a few minutes. Later that evening, of course, he messaged me on Grindr thanking me for his conversion. I sensed that he still doubted my status. I told him I wanted to hear from him as soon as he started to get sick with the fuck flu. A few weeks passed and I dropped him a message on Grindr. He answered saying he felt unwell, and suspected it was the fuck flu. My dick hardened and I gloated that I had guaranteed his conversion, and his doubts aside, I was a man of my word. He continued to thank me for my strain, apologising for his initial doubts and how he was hungry for more strains. Another week went by and he hadn't replied to my most recent messages, but I honestly didn't think much about him. Then a week after that he contacted me, telling me that he was so weak from my strain he had had to spend the remainder of his fuck flu in hospital, on an IV drip! When I read as much I instantly got a boner. After all, I suppose if you're going to do a job then you have to do it well, and his this case I did it extremely well. He's a lucky pig to get such a potent strain and he knows it. He tells me that he's started to fuck as many twinks as he can find... apparently good news isn't the only thing to spread fast
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This guy wrote to me that he'd be passing near where I live and was interested in fucking me. Well, he turned out to be a truck driver and wanted me to meet him at the nearest motorway truck stop late Wednesday night. I'm not one of those who have a fetish for truck drivers, but the set-up seemed hot enough and his messages sounded quite... Shall we call it "inspiring"? So I was on for it, even though he wouldn't show pictures. At 11pm I was standing alone at a dark truck stop off the motorway - one of those with absolutely no services. He was late and I had just begun wondering if I should get in my car and drive home again when he arrived. Well, it was a truck all right! The thing was massive, and when he invited me up in the cab it was almost a challenge to climb the steps. If he'd sent me pictures I'd not have turned him down, as it turned out. Nothing special, but perfectly decent-looking and probably not lying about his age (47). So he had me undress and get down on the bed at the back of the cab on hands and knees with my ass towards him. His tongue was wet and warm when it started circling my hole, but pretty soon he started pushing it inside me... Damn, the guy had some crazy-good rimming skills! And stamina... He just kept going and going until my ass crack was completely torn up by his stubbles and my hole was dripping with his spit. I wanted it to go on forever, but on the other hand I was also getting so horny that I was struggling not to beg him to fuck me - and eventually I caved and started begging. He kindly obliged me, and there is a certain thrill to knowing that you're about to get fucked by a cock you really have no clue about. No pictures, no indication of size, nothing. He didn't disappoint, though... When his cock head started pressing against my hole I knew I'd be in for a treat! It was wide... I took three large hits of poppers, and then I begged him to push hard! Oh, wow... Ouch... It's been a while since I was last fucked, so I was a bit out of practice and it really hurt. But he kept pushing - and I realised it wasn't just a fat cockhead. I reached back to gauge it's size and I couldn't reach around it with my hand, and I could feel it was the sort of cock that widens at the base so it just gets fatter the deeper it goes! He was a good fucker; deep, hard strokes that just kept pounding my guts until the pain was completely gone and he just had me writhing with pleasure as he impaled me. I came far too soon, sadly, but there was just nothing I could do - I wasn't even touching myself when I came, as I was too busy clutching my poppers bottle and trying to sniff it without spilling while my body was rocked by the incessant, hard pounding in my ass. Of course I let him continue and though my cock softened, the orgasm in my prostate just kept on going. I scooped up as much of my own cum as I could and then licked my hand clean, just waiting to get the load I REALLY wanted in my ass. Eventually he made three extra-hard thrusts and groaned as he unloaded inside me; as he pulled out my ass was fucked so wet and open that it made a loud slurping sound, and then he zipped up and I collapsed on the mattress. But you don't hang around after a hook-up at a motorway truck stop, so I got dressed and climbed out of the truck and limped to my little car and drove home... Some times it's worth taking a chance.
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Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”
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3 tops, 1 bottom. Looking for more tops. happening at house in Pittsburg hit me up if interested
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Raw bttm will be in Toronto on Wednesday night, staying overnight and looking for anonymous tops to fill me with cum and piss
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Who's the top? He can pound my hole anytime! http://barebackbastards.com/9573/huge-dick-raw-fuck/
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I posted on Craigslist that I was looking to suck and possibly get fucked by str8 guys. I was specific that I only wanted masculine men. Mostly interested in Str8, curious or bi married guys. I got hit with a lot of replies, but most seemed to be gay guys that were too nelly for my taste. I did get a couple of supposedly str8 guys that replied. But most turned out to be just pic collectors. But one guys email reply seemed to stand out. He said he was a 49 year old married, bi curious, Highway Patrol Officer. His wife was no longer interested in sex. And he was in desperate need of a blow job. He told me he was str8, but had once had a blow job from a guy. And was open to try it again. He made it clear he would not reciprocate. He included a pic of his cock. He showed a very nice 7", cut dick. With a big, mushroom head. I quickly replied that I was fine with just blowing him. I desired no reciprocation. I included a few pics of me sucking dick. Then told him that I"d send my address if he was interested? I again got a quick reply from him. He told me his location. And said he was very interested. He was only a few miles from me. So, I shot back to him with my address and directions to get here. He said he'd be here in about 15 mins. But he warned me that he'd just gotten off duty. So, he'd be in uniform. And driving a Highway Patrol Pickup Truck. Was I comfortable with him showing up at my house like that? I know wondered if he was just feeding me a bunch of bullshit. But if he was, I was game to call his bluff. I told him I was OK with him in his uniform and truck. And that I'd see him in 15 minutes. I put a str8 porn dvd on the tv in the bedroom and quickly douched. We hadn't discussed anal. But, I always like to be prepared , just in case. Sure enough, in less than 15 minutes, my doorbell rang. I answered the door. And standing there was a 6'2", muscular guy with salt & pepper hair, in a Nevada Highway Patrol Uniform. His Highway Patrol Truck was in my driveway. I have to admit, my heart started to pound. I was turned on as well as a bit nervous. Was I being set up? I invited him inside. And led the way to my bedroom. The room was dark, except for the light from the porn playing on the tv. Get comfortable, I said. "I'm a bit nervous about this", he said. "So am I", I chuckled. He started to remove his gun belt, then his pants. I began to undress as well. He stripped down to his white briefs and undershirt. Then sat on the edge of my bed. Facing the tv. I got on my knees, between his legs. And put my face up to his crotch. Through his white briefs, I began to gently chew on his soft cock. I felt it grow a bit as my mouth played with it. Then I reached up and pulled his briefs down. He lifted up his hips to let me pull them off him. I then took his partially hard cock in my mouth and began to suck. His cock quickly hardened in my mouth. I took my time worshiping his cock, balls and licked underneath his balls as well. Then I lifted his legs and licked down to his puckered asshole. "Woahhhh"........he said. "What are you doing?". "Have you ever had your ass licked?", I asked. "No", he replied. I went back to his asshole and licked it. He let out a soft moan. I really made love to his ass as I felt him relax and enjoy it. He was moaning and groaning and grinding his ass on my face. He was obviously enjoying it. I continued to stroke his cock as I ate his hole. Then I went back to his cock. I could taste precum on the tip of his dick. I sucked for a few minutes, then asked him, "Do you want to fuck me?" "Fuck you?", he said. "Yeah. Want to fuck my ass?" "Hmmmm? Not sure? I've never thought of fucking a guy?" "Wanna give it a try?" I said. Without waiting for his answer. I stood up and knelt on the edge of the bed. I spit on my fingers and put it to my ass to lube it. I did this several times, till I was well lubed with spit. "Stand behind me. Put your dick in me", I said. He slowly moved to my ass. I could tell he was hesitant, but turned on by the idea. I felt him put his hard cockhead to my asshole. I spread my asscheeks and then felt him slide up into me. He let out a soft sigh as his cock slid into my warm hole. He took no time until he was really pumping in and out of my ass. Soon he had grabbed my tightly around the waist and was pounding his cock into me. It only took a few minutes before he let out a loud grunt and slammed deeply into me. I squeezed my ass on his cock as I could feel him emptying his balls into my ass. As with most str8 guys, he came, then quickly pulled out and began to dress. "Are you ok?", I asked. "Yeah. That was hot. Sorry for cumming so quickly. But I wasn't expecting all of that. Thought I was just getting a blow job." "My ass and mouth are yours, anytime you want it", I said. "I've got your email address. You'll be hearing from me". He quickly dressed back into his uniform and was out the door in moments. I did hear from him the following week. He's fucked me on a regular basis ever since. He even brought one of his Highway Patrol buddies with him once. They both fucked me. I hope he'll bring more of his buddies with him. I love taking uniformed dick.- 3 replies
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I would Love to meet somone at the Club in Albany, or New York City or another near the Hudson Valley area of New York. I would like to ask them to help me see what its like to be in a Sling. I have never been in one. Then after I am in if they quickly Tied my Arms and Legs as I protest and cry I would have to be Fucked by as many as guys as possable. I have been Fucked bare only by about 3 guy's who I know and play with. I would be Nervous as Hell but Horny also if I was Forced into a Sling in a Club and Gangbanged. I am HARD just writing this. Has this happened to anyone else or would Anyone do this for me??
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Hey guys. Want to be topped Poz and group friendly Know somewhere close to me that has a pitch black tunnel at night ifwant anom. Get back to me.
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Horny and looking to fuck and freed a younger bottom boy. I'm 6'5", 250 pounds, stocky-bearish. Can get kinky if you like. but love raw fucking and breeding a hot younger boy.
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No matter if it's dildo play alone in the shower or a good Top, always get a little blood. Anyone else? Any suggestions other than "stop fucking"? Doesn't bother me and it's not enough to be noticeable. Just curious if anyone else experiences it.
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I was in Prague and I went to a local bathhouse. Wearing my jockstrap and having a towel wrapped around my waist, I remained within my room, having left the door open to check out the guys. After couple of minutes there was a knock on the door frame: looking up, I saw a good looking young Latino guy, about 35, with tattoos and a nice build. I signaled him to come in, dropping my towel to show off my ass framed with the jockstrap. We didn't speak, but rather just got down to business. He dropped down to his knees in front of me and separated my buns, shoving his tongue inside my pink hole. He licked it, tongue-fucked it and circled his tongue around my hole. We hadn't closed the door and another knock sounded: I looked-up from the middle of the room, as the Latino guy was rimming my hole, to see an older man, maybe 50, with silvery hair but in good physical shape. I love older daddy type men, so I gestured for him to join us. Once again, no words were exchanged. He came into the room, observed the Latino eating my hole, so he pushed me on the bed where I ended-up bent over, positioned on my hands and knees. Someone's hands explored my ass cheeks, spreading them and feeling them up. "You want that ass of yours fucked?" the older man asked. I didn't respond with words but I arched my back some more. I felt the older man's cock head at the opening of my ass, slowly but surely putting more force behind it until the head was fully inside me. Seeing that I wasn't telling him to stop, he shoved more inside until all of his 7.5 inch cock was swallowed up by my tight asshole. He started pounding me and I could hear his balls slapping my ass cheeks. The younger man, obviously turned on by this, turned over and presented his ass to me. I greedily licked his hole, swirling my tongue around the sensitive pucker and shoving it in as far as it would go, tongue-fucking him with my tongue just like the man fucking my ass in long slow strokes. "Yeah! Rim that ass while I am pounding your tight ass!" the older man muttered. Some fifteen minutes later he shot his load inside my ass. Then withdrawing his cock from my stretched hole, he shoved it in my mouth so I could clean all the cum and juices off of it. As I did so, the younger Latino guy sucked the load out of my used hole. I got fucked twice more that night at the bathhouse, but this was the best of them.
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Cumdump at Inn Leather Oct 28 - 30. Breed me in the sling, on the fuck bench, on the bed, in the outdoor sling, by the pool or all of the above. Fill my hole with your hot loads.
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Hi, i am new here i've got forced into bb fuck last year by two sketchy daddies, and it opened my eyes on how better sex is with rubber out of the way i assumed i was pozed, so the next few months i felt much more relaxed about taking it raw, until my results came and i was neg now i find myself again in the same situation as before, where i'm afraid of the consequences :/ but being a cumdump is only thing that turns me on right now, so i still take it raw from time to time
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So who are your favourite stars from British Porn past and present?? Sorry but no American or International Porn. Just good old British porn. Plus any stories you may have of them. Plus any ex porn stars who would like to make a return or even just meet up. You tell me yours I'll tell you mine!!!! Cheers -
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I am a true cum dump. To call myself a Sex Addict would be inaccurate. I love sex. If I inherited a bunch of money and could travel, I'd go from cum union to cum union, bath house to bath house, breeding party to breeding party. I crate dick 24/7 and more than craving dick, I crave the feeling of a guy shooting a load deep inside my hole. I'm from the Detroit area, and we have a dive of a bathhouse called BZ. I can't trash it too much, because being from a smaller city than Chicago, I tend to pretty easily get my fair share of dick. If I stay 6 hours, I usually get fucked by 10+ guys. If 10-12 hours, closer to 20+. For the number of patrons, that's about the number I can max out on. The problem for me is that the more dick I get and the more guys cum in my ass, the hornier I get. If I get 5 loads, I want 10. If I get 15, I want 20 or 25. It's never enough. My ultimate fantasy is to be fucked and breeded by 50 guys in a day. That's about 2 an hour. I have a great ass, have many guys wanting to fuck me repeatedly, and I'm a talented bottom who knows how to work my muscles in a way that instinctively adjusts to the needs of each breeder to bring them to ultimate orgasm. This past Friday, I took 10 loads at BZ and left a little disappointed. I was just getting started. I'd love to be in a bareback porn like Dawson in 50 load weekend, or Blue in Viral Loads, or Xtube CumDumps Ryan Cummings and RawLatinJock. That's what I want...to be in a treasure island video with 100 guys all there to give me their loads. A true cumdump...I don't care who fucks me...just give me your load.- 21 comments
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It was my second visit to the Fort, a sleazy pub in London which held naked days on Wednesdays, and where I began my descent into depravity when I was fucked in the sling in full view of the bar. As I remember it, the bar was dark, the music was loud, and the room smelled with the body odour from the many old trolls lounging naked at the bar. I removed my clothing, storing them ia locker, then walked naked to the bar area where I ordered a drink. Numerous pairs of eyes glittered in the dim light as they scanned my body. Naturally I was nervous, and still unsure of what I was doing. As I turned from the bar and moved towards the far wall, a man walked past me and stroked my bottom in passing. I turned and he gave me a smile. His face was swarthy, with deeply sunken cheeks and his body was quite muscular, his veins clearly protruding. "Nice arse," he remarked in a clearly Italian accent. "Thanks," I replied. His body was so obviously wasted it made me shiver with fear and excitement. "Want to have some fun with me?" he asked. I had to ask, "Are..are you poz?" Again he smiled answering "Yes, of course. Twenty years now. Come and play," as he led me over to a corner, gesturing at a couple of empty bar stools, asking " You kinda new here, eh?" "Second time here," I admitted. "Then you should get plenty of cock. A fresh boy like you. Still neg?" I nodded, and he shrugged as if to say not for long and then said "Raise your legs and show me your hole." I leaned back and managed to raise my legs almost to my chest. He gently fingered my slit and poked the tip of his finger into it, urging "Push it open, Try to suck it in. The guys like it nice and puffy." I gasped as his finger slid into my hole, definitely glad I had pre-lubed myself when I undressed. He probed in and out, at the same time offering me a bottle of poppers. I sniffed deeply, and felt the familiar melting rush. I half-noticed some guys moving closer to get better view, and my new friend winked at them as his fingers opened me up. I looked down and saw he had an erection, and a thick drool of precum was hanging from the mushroom shaped head. I took another sniff of poppers and suddenly, in a matter of fact way like a dog mounting a bitch, he removed his finger, pushed his hips forward and slid his slimy, toxic cock up into my rectum. I gasped with shock, but he crouched over me, shoving the finger which had been up my hole into my mouth as he thrust his cock in and out, grunting "Take it! It's what you came here for, isn't it?" There were several men clustering round us now, and someone supported my shoulders and two more held my legs up as the Italian man slid sensuously in and out of my arse. "Very nice!" he remarked, but not yet. I will maybe make you pregnant later maybe, eh?" With that, he slid out of me and stepped back. I was thoroughly excited, and my hole, gaping. The guys lowered my legs, and the Italian gestured for me to bend forward over the stool. I complied and he fed his slimy cock into my mouth, asking the general question "Okay, guys,, who's going to be first to knock up my little slut?" I felt strong fingers pull my arse cheeks apart, and a short, thick cock opened me up further, then slid up inside me. I looked over my shoulder to see a fat, middle aged man dripping with sweat as he started to fuck me, but the the Italian clearly was in charge of matters as he slapped my face, positioning my mouth to take care of his cock. "No, no," he almost cooed, urging "You just keep sucking. You don't need to see who in your hole, or, for that matter, who knocks you up." I felt the fat man grunt and shiver as his throbbing cock unloaded in me. When he withdrew his warm sperm ran down my balls. Another cock immediately began it's journey into my rectum, but this time I had learned my lesson: like a good slut I didn't look round this time, nor did I check out the series of men who mated with me. One after the other the men kept cumming until the sperm overflowed from my puffy arsehole. The Italian man, all the while, stroked my hair, reminding me what a good boy I was....
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I woke up last sunday night my hole aching to be fucked. It drove me crazy until I decided I was going to get bred monday night. Before I head out to work I posted an ad on craigslist looking for married breeders only. I required one photo of their left hand holding their cock so I could see their ring. I wasn't expecting much. As the day went by I got tons of responses. I found a good number of nice sized cocks which made me happy . After work I drove to the motel and began sending out my location to the horny married men and what time to come by. I took a shower, put on my jockstrap, face down ass up and the door nudged open. The first married man came in and immediately smacked my ass. I tightened up a bid and then relax right when he spit on my hole and inserted his finger into me. He kept fingering me until he got hard enough to mount me. The head of his dick was thick but smooth and I could feel it really stretching me as he slid deeper inside my hole. He started with smooth shallow strokes until I backed up into him while arching my ass up. He grabbed my hips and began ramming his thick dick down my hole. The sensation was great and I began to tighten my hole down on his cock which cause him to cum. He came real hard inside me. His grip on my hips tightened and he thrust deep inside me until I had all of his load inside. He left and I stayed ass up hoping my gaping hole would swallow that load deeper inside me. I had 5 more guys fuck and cum inside of me. By that time my hole was a sloppy mess. Before the last guy came by I had to wipe all of the cum that had been leaking out of my hole. The last guy came in and fingered me. My hole was making sloppy noises from being gaped and full of cum. I think he knew I was already filled with other loads because he was a little hesitant. He then took off his pants and entered me. He slid in easily as I was gaped and my insides were coated with cum. My hole was making super sloppy sounds as he pounded my cum filled hole. I began to relax even more and began to feel the cum spill out. I was in total pig heaven. He then thrusted his load inside me. He slapped my ass and left saying "Good pussy." I was so full and gaped open. I then clenched my hole and got on top of the sink counter and pushed my load out. My sloppy hole squirted out the load as my hole prolapsed. I was so excited to have my hole so wrecked! I pushed for another 10 min as my hole spurted out the last of the married man babies. I was so happy to have so many loads knowing that multiple married men came to breed me behind their wives backs.
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Bi-the way…… I have always considered myself tolerant of guys who were not like me, straight, especially when one of my best friends came out to me my senior year in high school. We had been planning to room together in college and his news didn’t change my mind. In fact I was somewhat intrigued at the thought of having a gay roommate. We never did anything with each other and had our own friends. One of my other friend said he knew two roommates who were bisexual, and he thought they would go out with us and we’d have a good time. They were very sexual and it would be easy to score some college pussy off these girls. We planned an easy evening and ended up in the girls' one bedroom apartment off campus (It was apparent the girls slept together all the time.) We were drinking all night long when one of the girls pulled out a strange glass pipe and began smoking some strange white crystal. The girls remarked the crystal really got them horny with the intense desire to be fucked. At first I was reluctant to indulge, but my friend lit up and exhaled a big white cloud, handed me the pipe and torch, grunting I’d love the feeling of fucking on this shit. I decided 'what the hell', lit the pipe and took in a big hit. After that we got down to business. We were all kissing and peeling off our clothing as the first hit affected me in a positive way. We all kept smoking as we kissed, licked, sucked and eventually fucked. Both girls were hot and my bud and I took turns fucking each girl. Then something strange happened. I was eating one of the girls out when I started getting the best blow job of my life. As I paused in eating the pussy, the second girl kissed me, leaving me wondering in my drugged-up mind, who's hot mouth was on my hard cock. You guessed it: looking down I saw my buddy sucking my cock. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed. "Oh, I didn't tell you - I'm also bisexual," he remarked and then went back to servicing my my cock. One of the girls urged me to take another hit from the pipe. One hit turned into five big hits. While my buddy sucked my cock one of the girls began to lick my ass. This was also a new sensation for me and it drove me crazy. I quickly shot my load down my buddy’s throat as the girl kept sticking her tongue deep inside my hole. I zoned-out in pleasure, and when I began to resurface, I found my buddy was crouched between my legs, face to face with me. Looking into my eyes he asked "Enjoying yourself?" "Hell, yeah," I groaned in replied, whereupon I received my first man to man kiss. His hard cock was also prodding my soaked hole. For some strange reason I can’t explain I let him continue and the tip of his hard cock penetrated my virgin ass. There was a noticeable pain as he started to breach my hole. He seemed to know I was in some discomfort as he broke our kiss instructing me "Breathe in deep, breathe with my cock," adding "Give this a minute or so - I'll stop if you want, but within a couple of minutes I would think you'll be begging for me to fuck you." As he anticipated, gradually my ass relaxed and my buddy was able to slide his entire eight inch rock hard cock deep into my (formerly) tight ass. When he reached full depth he began to slowly rock in and out as he gave me another kiss. This time I let his tongue enter my mouth. While his kiss had me slightly distracted he began to slowly pull out and slide back in. While he began to slowly fuck me, the girls were making out and 69’ing eating each other’s pussies. I’m not sure when it happened but my friend stroked my hard cock telling me "It looks like you are really enjoying being fucked." He wasn’t kidding, as he fucked me all I could do was moan and grunt my approval. I then surprised myself when I asked him to fuck me, fuck me hard. I heard his breathing change as his cock grew harder deep in my hole. I knew what was about to happen but didn’t try to stop it as he grunted out and I felt his cock spasm inside me.
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“Suck his dick boy, come on now, get that shit hard, how’s it feel having a dick in your ass for the first time?” Simon says as the BBCs gather around, waiting to use my cherry hole. Uncle Simon wasn’t really my uncle, I just called him that. He was my stepmother’s cousin’s son and several years older than me. After my dad remarried when I was 10, Simon was the only person in that bitch’s family that treated me halfway decent, and I thought he was the coolest shit. He was a semi-truck driver, owned a bunch of muscle cars that he would buy as junkers and then restore, he smoked cigarettes and weed, drank like a fish, swore like a sailor, and was always talking about sex. Simon was a big, rugged fucker and when he paid attention to me I always felt special - whether we were in the house full of the bitch’s family, or just alone in his garage with him showing me how to tear apart an engine. Uncle Simon became my father figure when my own dad stopped, so I trusted him, learned from him, grew up becoming the man he wanted me to be - or so I thought. The first time I stayed at Simon’s house for the weekend was about a month after my dad remarried and it was also when I drank my first beer, hit a joint, and saw a grown man naked and I was entranced. I was reluctant to try to the beer and weed, but he made it a game and laughed and said, “Uncle Simon says…” and whenever he did that, I had to do whatever it was he told me. That became our special game and how Simon got me to do anything he wanted - from drinking to vandalism. So that first weekend, “Uncle Simon says..” was how I got drunk off one beer, high from one hit of a joint, and forever thought the sight of a long, big dick was the most amazing thing in the world. We had spent all day working on an old barn on his farm and when it was time for dinner, Simon got undressed, told me to as well, and then he used the hose outside to shower us off and then chased me around a bit on his lawn. Nothing sexual happened, just good naked fun and that’s how my weekends were with Uncle Simon - fun, mixed with beer, weed, and naked, innocent romps. I was 11 the first time Simon took me for a trip on his semi truck. We went from New England where I grew up to Cincinnati, Ohio, and one of the cereal factories for General Mills. I got see see New York City, hookers at truck stops along with naked truckers, and more of the country than I had ever imagined. Whenever I stayed at Simon’s house I always slept on the couch, but in the truck, I had to sleep next to Simon in the bunk, and that first night, lying beside him was rapture and torture. I felt safe, secure, enjoyed the firmness of his body next to mine, the smell of cigarette smoke that clung to him, the whiff of alcohol on his breath. I also got my first real boner - that was the torture - and I didn’t sleep at all. Uncle Simon made sure I knew everything a young man needed to know - either by teaching me directly like how to fight, or by leaving DVDs for me to watch of things that were more of a ‘personal’ nature, or giving me free reign on his computer to explore the internet as I willed. I was 16 when I moved out of my dad’s house for good and moved in with Uncle Simon. Life at home had become unbearable and frankly abusive and the only time I was happy or felt safe was when I was at Uncle Simon’s. By the time I turned 18 I had my future all planned out. I would move to Uncle Simon’s farm, build my own house down in the back field by the river where we skinny dipped, and work for him on his truck and maybe, just maybe someday, I would have my own truck to drive too. The night of my 18th birthday, Uncle Simon surprised me with a big cake, a bunch of new clothes, and some extra good weed. He then said, “Uncle Simon says swallow this,” as he handed me a round pink pill. I smiled, swallowed, he took one too, popped in his favorite porn DVD, and before I knew it we were both sitting on the couch jacking our dicks. That pill made me feel shit I had never felt before! Like I could fly, and dance, and just warm and fuzzy - and horny as shit and I wanted nothing more than to touch Uncle Simon’s dick. So I did. “You’ve got such a great dick Uncle Simon,” I burted out. He laughed, pushed his hips a little forward to make it thrust out some more as he continued to watch the porn and jack his dick. The next thing I knew I was on my knees, between his legs, with his dick in my mouth as he grunted, “SUCK MY DICK BITCH - SWALLOW MY LOAD.” That was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted and as the last drop of cum hit my tongue, I stood up, turned around, bent forward and pleaded, “Please fuck me Uncle Simon, I want to feel your dick inside me.” The world stopped, the music ended, there was painful silence. I turned back around and Uncle Simon wasn’t smiling any more. He pushed his ashtray towards the end of the couch, stood up, brushed past me, went into his bedroom and slammed the door. What had I done wrong? I thought...I thought...fuck I don’t know what I thought beyond that I loved Uncle Simon and just wanted to please him. Looking back, the next two months were awkward for sure. Uncle Simon was more distant, but at the time I was too busy with the last weeks of school to really notice. We never spoke of my birthday night and while I jerked off thinking about sucking him, Uncle Simon was always too busy, too tired, or too something to really party with me. Graduation came and Uncle Simon told me he had a big surprise for me. I expected he was finally going to give me a car of my own and had been begging for one for a while now, but no, his surprise was that he and I were going to spend the summer running long hauls on his truck back and forth across the country - farther than we had ever gone before. That sounded good to me. Those final few hours in Uncle Simon’s semi felt like old times. We laughed, joked, I smoked, Uncle Simon looked at me in a way that I thought was full of desire and need, and the miles of pavement flew by. We stopped earlier than usual and pulled into a run down motel off the freeway in the shadows of the city skyline of Hartford, Connecticut. We never stayed at hotels, but Uncle Simon waved off my questions and just said he had an old friend stopping by later to catch up. I made several trips to pull our luggage out of the truck, and by the time I was done Uncle Simon was back and loaded up with enough beer and liquor to satisfy an army. As darkness descended, I was feeling good and drunk and high from some top grade weed Uncle Simon had rolled. I didn’t even pay any attention when he repacked his suitcases and stook them back to the truck - maybe I should have. Once night settled Uncle Simon said, “Come on, let’s go hit the bar.” I objected, noting I wasn’t 21. Uncle Simon laughed and said, “They don’t give a fuck, just come on.” I smiled as Uncle Simon wrapped his big muscular arm around my shoulder and guided me through the parking lot, across a median, and down the other side of the street. We stopped in front of a door with a faded sign on it that said ‘LOUNGE’ and another that said ‘CLOSED’. Before he boldly opened the door, Uncle Simon reached into his pant’s pocket, pulled out a baggie that had a couple of pink pills in it, smiled and said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Oh My Fucking God! He was going to let me suck him again - or maybe even fuck me - and...and...my brain totally fried right then and there with endless possibilities of what Uncle Simon and I were going to do that night. Yet, in my eagerness to please, I never noticed that as Uncle Simon plopped two of the devil’s pills onto my tongue, he did not take one for himself. I don’t know what I expected as I had never been in a bar before, but I guess the one we walked into met all the marks of a hole-in-a-wall-dive-bar. The light was dim, the air was thick with years of smoke of all kinds, the carpet had holes in it, the place smelled of sweat, piss, puke, and more. Uncle Simon walked up to the bartender, ordered two beers, the bartender smiled at me, licked his lips, grabbed a couple frosted glasses and poured some draft beer. The pills had kicked in, so I gave him my best smile and he chuckled, “Damn, you got some cute dimples on you!” I blushed, looked to Uncle Simon who just nodded and took a long slug of beer before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting up. Moments later I was dancing in place, giddy with delight as Uncle Simon seemed relax, at ease - himself - and the bartender kept slinging drinks my way. We had not been there long when the door opened and four, large, brawny black men walked in. I stopped dancing. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I got goose bumps running up my arm. I stepped back against Uncle Simon’s knees as he sat on the only occupied stool at the bar as we were surrounded. The black guy closest to me reached out, shook Uncle Simon’s hand, and asked, “SO WE ALL SET FOR SOME RAW HOLE SURFING?” I barely heard or registered what he said as I was busy fending off the touchy-feely-handsy friends he had brought with him. Their attention was exhilarating! No one had ever paid attention to me like that, or ever touched me like that, or made me feel so...so wanted. I couldn’t put words to it at the time, but I was desired - they desired me and my body knew it even if my mind didn’t. My heart was racing, my hips were moving, my ass was eager and waiting. Uncle Simon tapped me on the shoulder, I spun around, smiling in euphoria as he said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Two more chalky pills plopped on my tongue and were washed down with the dregs of beer from my now lukewarm glass. Uncle Simon said, “Yeah, one more beer and he’s all yours.” Again - I heard what he said, but it did not register. I should have run then. The music got louder, the skanky bar got brighter, the touch of the hands from the four black men got firmer, more deliberate, more invasive. The bartender’s smile got wider. Uncle Simon appeared more faded, distant, like the river of time was starting to flow downhill. Next thing I knew I was naked, on my hands and knees on the floor of the skanky bar sucking a HUGE, thick black dick, as my ass was broken open, raw, wild, and nasty! OH FUCK IT HURT! Uncle Simon’s voice sounded distant, yet firm, “SUCK HIS DICK BOY, COME ON NOW, GET THAT SHIT HARD, HOW’S IT FEEL HAVING A DICK IN YOUR ASS FOR THE FIRST TIME?” Frankly I was too fucked up to really say - it felt fucking amazing yet at the same time I didn’t really feel it. Weird right? But Molly fucks with you like that and I was beyond tripping. “I’M CUMMING IN THAT TIGHT COOCHIE - MAKING THAT FAGGOT TAKE MY NUTT - OH HELLS YEAH - TIGHT ASSHOLE JUST GRIPPING MY DICK - BEGGING FOR THIS RAW, NUTT!” That was my first load - my first BBC load from some anonymous man just eager to breed some ass with no questions asked. My first raw fuck. My first feeling of a man cumming inside me. As soon as he pulled out I gasped as another one of the black guys slammed into me, tearing my ass open a little, his dick being thicker, longer, rougher. They all just laughed. I opened my eyes wide, tried to turn my head, but the insistent dick in my mouth held me fairly in place, yet I could see Uncle Simon off to the side as he fanned a stack of cash and asked, “You sure you good with this?” The black man he was speaking too laughed and replied, “Fucka, I already made that back and then some from these homies who were eager to stir their whip cream into some cherry pie. Now where the fuck’s them motel room keys you said you got? I got so much black dick lined up for that faggot hole the bitch won’t walk straight for a month!” A small tear eased down my cheek as Uncle Simon bent down, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I ain’t no faggot. Uncle Simon says you’re where you belong now.”
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Hey, I went to the bathhouse for the first time today, thinking it was time to try this out. I'm a bottom and have been fucked before today mostly safe and raw a few times with neg guys. Anyhow, I had a few drinks and found myself at the bathhouse where I got a room, stripped and walked around. I got fucked by few guys, both safe and raw. The thing is one of the guys who fucked me raw told me right before he came that he was poz. Then he then shot his load. I was still a bit drunk, and thought it was hot. I even let him fuck me a second time and again he loaded me. Afterwards he said not only was he poz, he was also not on meds. Then he left. I stayed in my room a while, thinking about it. I've never been a bug chaser. I've read stuff here, but never done stuff like that before. I'm still not sure how I feel about what happened. I went to the bathroom and tried to get as much cum out as I could, thinking doing so might help void seroconverting. I was especially concerned 'cause I realized I had bled during the fuck. Then I went back to my room and was fucked several more times, leaving only when my time was up. So, I'm asking you guys: what do you think about it? Should I go get the meds for post-exposure or should I let nature go, and see what happens? I'm on the fence. Thanks guys. Jt Got loaded by a poz guy (not on meds). Unsure if I should go to the doctor or not. What you think?
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Hey AIDS Bro's in Los Angeles !! Taking it all into my body man...getting as diseased possible and craving another AIDS toxic buddy !! Off meds for 3 + years and have lots of STD's to share and swap with other TOXIC Bro's. Total Darkside pig with a good body and lots of wannabe's here craving taking my cum and blood but few TOXIC AIDS buds like us!!! WOOOF Dale
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