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The punk was a web designer who was hired to turn good properly working websites into user-hostile bandwidth-hogging disasters. He was in his twenties and a modern-day nerd/geek. His nails were neither bitten nor dirty unlike mine. My work-callused hand had all but crushed his smooth little hand when we shook hands. I myself was a large bear of a mechanic in my late thirties who worked in a metal fabrication plant so the dirt under my thick nails was as black as the frames of my classic men's glasses. I was over 6' and about 250, bearded and beginning to bald with short hair compared to the punk's 5' 10" and 160. He sported collar-length hair, a clean shaven face and unisex glasses. We met in a sex club. "Hey, have some of this." I told him, holding my dick for him to see. Being the punk he was he liked getting fucked as much as he and his employers enjoyed fucking-up websites but somehow had escaped getting pozzed. I was going to correct that. He was on his knees right there sucking my dick and inhaling my crotch odors. Once my dick was hard he asked me "Which end do you want to fuck?" "You can give my tired feet an oral massage first, they been sweatin' all day in my work boots," I told him as I led him to a vacant cubicle. Once there I sat on the side of the raised bed and he sat at my smelly feet and began by sucking my big toes and then the four remaining toes of each foot, licking between them while humming in delight as he had when sucking my dick. He then licked every inch of my feet including he tops, my callused leathery soles and my ankles. Once I was hard I noticed his little dick also hard. That didn't mean shit to me because all I was going to do was load his neg ass with my poz cum, then let him rim me until I reloaded and then he would suck my dick for my second load. I had the punk suck my dick hard and then he asked me to put on a condom. I did, but I had one of those really cheapo bargain brand flimsy rubbers. I rolled it onto my dick so he could see it, then I stepped back toward his ass and greased up with just enough petroleum jelly to facilitate entry and destroy the condom while he lay on the bed and spread his legs. I mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my manly weight drive it home. As expected of assholes like him he was a loose asshole from the numerous (sheathed) dicks he took up him every week. He felt my weight as I hilted myself and lay on his back, my masculine hard hairy body on his hairless narrow back. I then began fucking him. He didnt even whine because he was so used to getting fucked and craved dicks shooting off inside him, the only difference would be that I'd actuallly shoot off in his hole instead of in the rubber which was already falling apart inside him. I fucked that degenerate for maybe fifteen minutes before blowing my poz load up his ass. My dick felt really good as I spurted off inside him, my HIV carrying jizz working its way into his bloodstream. I could feel pieces of ruptured shredded condom rolling between my shaft and his rectum further tearing him up inside with each thrust in him. It was a good feeling. One advantage of dick size is that us gift-givers can make new or additional fissures in the assholes we fuck so our virus enters the bloodstream more readily and being cut gives us tougher glans which allows us to tear up an asshole faster and easier and prolong the process before we shoot our virus into them so it flows easily into their bloodstream. I felt good at having fucked another asshole who truly was an asshole, especially because he was neg, an asshole, and my sperm would be the ones pozzing him. I thrust a bit more, just to pump-off the rest of my dangerous HIV laden load into the asshole. I then pulled out and saw the bits of condom and traces of blood on my dick. "Suck it clean" I ordered him. The pervert looked at my dick and freaked at the sight of cum, blood and pieces of condom on it, shouting "You better be neg you bastard!" "As far as I know I am," I lied. I had to force him to suck my dick clean and let him spit out the condom bits. Then I then led him to the rim room. Whining and bitching, he got under a vacant rim chair and I adjusted the height and took the seat of honor. His geek face fit in my ripe sweaty crack and he kissed my ass which made me feel good even if he disliked it. Tough shit, that's what his type need to assume when they decide to be the bottom. I had that scumbag kiss, rim, lick, suck and otherwise orally please my hole until I was ready for my blowjob. I had him kiss my ass, then I stood up and led him to the showers. There I stood tall and proud while he knelt and sucked my cock. I felt good as other men and even bottoms admired me for having the perv suck my cock. In just over twenty minutes amid some cheering I got my second load of virus-laden cum off in his cunt of a mouth while he sucked it out of my dick and swallowed it. I then held his head and told him to get ready. He drank most of my piss but did let a little leak out from between his pussy lips and my shaft. After the last drops of my piss joined my toejam, precum and cum in his stomach I made him suck off of my dick to leave it clean and dry, then I reminded him to kiss it and my hairy sweaty scrotum and then had him kiss my ass. The men admiring me cheered me and then hurled a series of insults and catcalls at the pervert. I then stepped a couple of shower heads away from the watersports area and took my shower. The punk was sucking off another man and hugging the man's pelvis, seemingly having already forgotten that I had semi-stealthed my virus into his ass. I was finished getting my rocks off so after drying off I headed to the locker room, got dressed and checked out, my ego and my penis satisfied. Since the punk was a regular I checked back every week and sure enough my poz cum had been the jizz that infected him. When I found out for I was the stud my dick hardened in my pants. I felt good at having been the hero who finally infected that little shit. I had to find a restroom where I could lock myself into a stall and jack it off, I was so turned on at having injected my debilitating virus into him, knowing how he would turn out if he shirked his meds. A friend remarked that considering the damage his kind has done to websites in the past few years, the punk had gotten what he deserved.- 3 replies
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SO a while ago, there was a "tell me a story" thread, which was mostly a single story with people adding their now chapters. I had been thinking about that lately and know not all of us feel able to write a FULL sized story. However, I am sure there are many of us who come up with the "concepts" of stories. Basically short plot run downs. So for anyone who has ever THOUGHT about writing a story, and has a summary. Post it here, and maybe you'll inspire someone >
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[sorry for the English, was typed in a hurry] So... This was today. I am a Dutch bi boy 22yo. I had this date with a nice semi-black boy from Rotterdam, he was 21yo, bi/straight and versa (more bottom lol!) We met and start chatting, some normal stuff .. study, love live, exploring the world ect.. he actually was very straight-looking, you would not espect him to be gay or bi, --> that's how I like them the most After some 20 minutes we moved to his bedroom, his parents and sister where working so we had his home for ourselfs. We start kissing, then he gave me a 10/10 star blowjob, almost get me to the point of cumming. However we wanted to fuck, and he whispered me "I want you inside of me". I took the condom, he asked me to bring one... and now is the funny part comming. I told him to lie on his belly, I rimmed his delicous black bubble butt wonderfull ass and then took the (prepared :$) condom.. I used some vaseline and put the condom on (at home I had pricked some little little holes). I start pushing my dickhead with the rubber on in his little boy-pussy, It was not long before it said "Splatsh", it had broken... I noticed... he didn't.. He was on his belly, in the 7th heaven enjoying my dick. And I was enjoying his ass somewhat more I think... So much after a few minutes of very hard balss deep ramming I bred the bitch like I've never done.. loading his ass up and he still had no clue (A).. I lied there.. kissing and licking his ear and neck, then pulled out. A stream of seed was flowing... nice thick white cum. He felt it, and I said Fuck.. It broke!.. He was more worried about my reaction then of his ass filled up.. haha. After this we showered and I gave him somewhat later a nice facial cumshot, some seed on this tonque too. We had a nice time. He liked me, and I like him (and his raw ass ) Pic of him :
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I placed a cl ad yesterday and just about the time I was giving up and going to bed, got an answer from a guy within a few minutes of my house. He was riding around, horny, and said he wanted to fuck me before he went home. I gave him my anonymous scenario. Me waiting face down on the bed, ass up with lube beside me and he loved the idea. I unlocked my door, gave him the address and got into position. I get tested regularly and told him I knew I was safe, and he said the same, but he could use a condom if he felt better about it. A few minutes later I heard my door open and he walked into my room, immediately dropping his pants. Looking between my legs I saw a very nice 8 inch or so BBC. He climbed on the bed, grabbed the lube right off and smeared some around my hole. He put his thumb in my ass a few times and I tightened down on it, making him groan. His thumb pulled out and I felt a very blunt, thick cockhead against my hole. He rubbed the lube around and started easing it in a little quicker then I like, it hurt like hell for a few seconds but that's part of the sick thrill for me. I could tell he'd skipped the condom which made it that much hotter for me. As soon as his cock was all of the way in, he sucked in his breath and grabbed my hips. He eased in and out a few times slowly, and on about the 4th stroke started pulling my hips back hard, making sure I had every inch of him inside me. He told me he didn't have long and wasn't going to hold back and he definitely wasn't. He ended up pushing me forwards so that I was flat on the bed and couldn't move, while he kept hammering away in my ass. I love the feeling of being on my stomach, not being able to escape, not that I would because this was a great fuck. After several minutes of some top notch fucking he said I'm cumming, went deep, and I could feel his cock jerking while he emptied his load into me. He pulled out, dressed and left. After a minute enjoying the freshly fucked feeling, I went to the bathroom and expelled what was a pretty sizable load. When I wiped there was some blood. The first thing I realized is that if he had lied and were positive, there's a much higher chance it took. The other thing I wondered is if he knew he was positive and roughed me up with his thumb on purpose. I was just tested so I wouldn't normally check again for about six months but I think I'll test again in 3 months just so I know one way or the other. -
While I was a sophomore in college, I was really fucking horny. My boyfriend Chad couldn't satisfy my desire to be plowed almost every night. He was 25 at the time and was a Ph.D student in applied physics, so he didn't have much free time, an was tired when he did. I was 20, 6'1, 190 pounds of muscle with brown hair and blue eyes with a 6.5inch cut cock. Despite my masculine appearance, I was a power bottom. He didn't want me cheating on him, so to satisfy my desire to be fucked, he would let other men fuck me as long as he set up the encounter, watched, and they wore a condom. Unbeknownst to him though, I poked holes in almost all of the condoms. We always fucked raw, and I hated condoms and LOVED taking a load in my ass. One fateful day, I was horny as fuck and Chad just wasn't feeling up to the task of fucking me, so he went to craigslist and set up an advert looking for an anon top. About 30 minutes later we got a response requesting that the bottom (me) be blindfolded. I'm always into kinky shit, so I figured why not, a blindfold is no problem. I went into our bedroom and set up a small camera behind the tv near the bed so as to relive the moment later. I then put the faulty condoms out, got naked, and put on the blindfold with my ass in the air. About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the door and Chad answered. "Come on in. Hot tats man" said Chad. "Thanks. I have a bunch all over. " replied the man in a deep gruff voice. He must have been an older man, 40's minimum. I heard some clothes being taken off. "Damn, that one must have hurt, it's so close to your dick. That eagle tattoo on you chest looks sweet!" Chad exclaimed. "Heh, yeah. The eagle was my first one. The one near my dick was my third one. The second one..." There was a slap as if he had smacked his own ass. "Was this one. I got then at the same time after an incredible week." He laughed "I just can't remember too much from all the partying. So. Who am I fucking?" "He's this way" said Chad as he lead the stranger to the bedroom. My cock got hard thinking that this older tatted man was going to fuck my brains out. I felt a slap of a large hand on my ass. "You're in for a treat today boy." Said the man. He started rimming my ass with his tongue. I moaned as he licked and moaned even more as he started sticking a finger in my hole. I heard a rip, and the unrolling of a condom on a dick. I've heard this many a time, but he was going to cum in me, he just didn't know it. He thrusted hard in my ass and I yelped. He must have been at least 8 inches!! I felt a pop inside me and I knew the condom break due to inadequate living and the holes. He smacked my ass hard, "You be quiet" he said forcefully and proceeded to stuff something cloth in my mouth. I judging from the taste and smell it must have been one of his socks. He smacked my ass again and I made sure to not make a sound. "That's better bitch." I wasn't sure if he felt the condom break or not, but if he had, he wasn't mentioning it. He pushed me completely down on the bed, pinning me with his body. His ass to the camera, he started fucking me like a rabbit with short but forceful thrusts. It was all I could do to not scream or moan as waves of pain and ecstasy washed over me. I could hear Chad sitting down somewhere in front of me jerking off. The man pulled me up and then started to fuck me doggie style. This time he pulled out almost all the way and slammed his dick deep into my ass. I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt his massive dick squeeze in my ass. He then grabbed my hair in one hand and slapped my ass harder than ever with the other and said "Bitch, I told you not to make a noise!" I was so turned on that I couldn't help but moan again, and again his hand slapped my ass, all the while pulling my head back by my hair. He kept thrusting his long dick in and out of me, faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum bitch." He said. I moaned through his sock on purpose. He yanked my hair back and then smacked my ass again as he moaned loudly. "Fuck yeah bitch. Make me cum!" He yelled at me. I squeezed my ass as tight as I could as he kept thrusting his cock deep in my ass. I felt his dick throb deep in my ass for what felt like ages. Finally he stopped and pulled out. It felt like my ass was uncorked. He slapped my ass and took out his sock and then walked out. I heard some shuffling and then a door closing. "That was hot!" Said Chad. "I think he took the condom with him. Odd." I heard some shuffling around and I pulled off the blindfold. Chad was putting his clothes on. "I have to head into the lab, I'm running late already." He gave me a kiss and then left. Sore and still hard, I took out the camera and put the memory card in my computer and started watching the film. I fast forwarded to when the man walked in. He was about 6' tall and was maybe 60 years old, based on his bald head and grey goatee. I saw the eagle tattoo on his chest first. It took up almost his entire chest, from nipple to nipple of a bald eagle. I then saw his massive dick. He was easily 9 inches long and really girthy, surrounded by lightly trimmed grey pubes. My mouth watered and I almost came from the sight. I couldn't make out the tattoo above his dick though. His front was in front of the camera for such a brief time. He turned around and I saw the tattoo on his ass cheeks. On one side there was a black biohazard symbol and the words "Cum in" underneath. I had never seen anything like it before, but I loved how it was shaped and perfectly fit on his ass. I started fast forwarding and saw where he started fucking me. He paused for a moment and I knew that was where the condom broke. My ass started leaking and I paused the recording. I stuck my hand near my ass and pushed it all back in. Lifting up my fingers I saw residue of cum and blood. Licking my fingers, I got a butt plug and put it in and continued watching the video. I saw the man cum in me and pull out. The condom was definitely broken and wrapped around the base of his long shaft, which was tinged red. Chad couldn't see it as he was sitting in front of my blindfolded face. The man quickly took off the condom and held it in his hand as he exited the room. I moved to the bed and started jerking my raging hard boner. All I could think about was that man filling my ass and fucking me mercilessly. I started playing with the butt plug and shot my load. I was in heaven as it cascaded all over my chest and face. I lay there in ecstasy, covered in my own cum with that strangers cum deep inside me, held in place by the plug
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Visiting with family looking for other twisted seed pigs to get dirty with. Uninhibited like to bottom and take anon seed and fucking a tight cum hungry slut. Hung black guys+ Pnp/420/poppers+ Poz guys+ Would be hot to find one or more stealthers for a 3 some with my bf too. Oink oink!
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Bye, Bye, John I liked John because he was big, hairy, arrogant, and married. It’s also why I had no problem charging him up once I knew I was POZ. I don’t remember how we met. It was probably through an ad I placed on one of the computer mailing lists I’m on. Or maybe he read my computer profile, liked it and contacted me. I was going to the baths now and then and laying on my stomach so guys could come in and use my hole. This was before I met Jose who I finally let knock me up big time. In any case, I was surprised when John showed up. John’s about 6 feet, 200 and something, very hairy, solidly build. Half Hispanic and half Italian. John had the macho of one combined with the “do-me” attitude of the other. He claimed he’d only been with a couple guys and actually got the shakes the first time I blew him, so I knew he was telling the truth. I’m not usually into middle-class dudes, even the married ones, but something told me to bear with it and just wait a few weeks and see what was under that nicey nice suburban façade. Besides, his ass was all hairy and solid and it totally turns me on to blow a wad into a married butt hole. John was (note the continued past tense) one of those guys who thinks discrete means shutting off the porch light, then the living room lights once he gets here, turn the living room light on when he’s ready to leave, John exits, and then the porch light goes back on. Well, Mary, if that ain’t signaling to the neighbors that I’m entertaining again . . . All it took was a couple weeks of encouragement, of letting John know this was all about HIS pleasure, that I’m not a pussy and won’t break if he needs to get rough. Not only was it OK to drop in late night, but he should drop in late night if he needed to get off. I mean, he’s straight. He deserves it, right? Heh. It turned out that John wasn’t a hitter, though he did smack me a couple of times. And he wasn’t into verbal abuse, though he did call me a couple of names. John was basically a nice guy and wanted to get something very simple that he wasn’t getting at home―he wanted to feel appreciated. Which meant me down on my knees in the dark, licking caressing, stroking John’s body, telling him how great his body was: “I like your thighs.” “―Why?” “Cause they’re big, and hairy. They’re thick, sweaty, taste good.” “―What else do you like?” “Your balls.” “―What do you like about my balls?” “They’re big and warm. Sweaty. You’ve made babies.” “―What else do you like?” “You’re uncut. I really like that. You’re big (Lie Pinocchio.). You use it to fuck pussy.” (Married guys don’t like to be reminded of their wives. The kids are OK, and they totally get off on the illusion they’re pussyhounds out there getting it. But, they wouldn’t brag about having saved a load for three days for you if that part was true.) This probably all seems silly, but John was so sincere and so into being appreciated and, hey, it worked for the two of us and that’s what matters. This went on for a couple months. John would come by after he finished jogging, so he was damp and sweaty and that was one more thing I liked. And if he was an extra five minutes getting home and had a slightly heavier sweat, who’d notice? Then, one day I get a piece of email: “Want it? . . . No rubber? . . . Take the load?” And this is, like, totally, what I’ve been craving. Some hairy married Daddy to come over on a regular basis and flood me with his babies. I’d been jerking off thinking about John doing this for quite awhile. I got nervous, because if John’s with me, he’s probably with five other guys. You know what sluts married men are. Then, I realized, like, dude you’re getting it up the butt at the baths, what’s one more load? Only I wanted some of John’s hole. My tongue had been up there a few times and a finger, but I wanted the real thing. So I decide, do like the ad says, and go for it. I emailed back saying I wasn’t really into that and knew he wasn’t either, but since I liked him, I’d be willing to give it a try if he would. And John said yes, and that’s how I poisoned his arrogant clueless ass. But, that’s getting ahead of the story. He wanted to fuck me first, so I gave him enough to cause a major case of blue balls when I pulled off and said my turn. Even though I’d rimmed him a little and opened him up some with my finger you could tell it really hurt, which was cool with me, cause if the fuck doesn’t hurt, the Top’s not doing his job. I’m not into cherry-popping virgins, but it probably really was his first time. So I shot fast and then gave John my hole. It hurt and I wanted it to last forever cause I’m into getting pain from str8 dudes. So I kept telling John how great he was, which was like totally untrue with anyone else but me. I wanted him to hump me for a long time and made sure he took his time with long slow strokes before blasting off. We got into the habit of taking turns raw. It was like a new toy. John couldn’t get enough of my butt and taking the load up his. Cool, right? Except all this time, I’d been going to the baths here in San Diego once a month and taking a load or two. I’d met an inked ex-con there who started knocking on my door when he needed a piece. I was sticking my neg butt in the air and begging for el SIDA from that uncut Mexican cock. Typical male, I kept these in two separate compartments. I wondered how I was gonna tell John that we shouldn’t fuck anymore. Or that he should get tested. Then I realized, man, all those times I was on my knees begging John to let me lick his asshole, I wanted to see him cry, just once. Just break down, tears, blubber, totally lose it. Yuh, I had some guilt about John sharing our gift with wifey and the kids losing their Daddy. But, I got over it. So, fast forward, I got the fuck flu, felt totally mixed up (and can tell the rest of that story another time). But now I know John’s got whatever’s in me and I feel totally affectionate towards him. Evil, but affectionate. Only this doesn’t last very long, because one night John comes over and after we do out usual fuck-fuck routine, he puts on that “I have serious news” face and tells me his company is transferring him to the East Coast. And then I put on mine and say, “John, I’m POZ. I just found out I’m HIV positive.” John tells me I shouldn’t joke like that and I tell him I’m not joking and John says it’s not funny and I agree and say he should get tested. And that’s when it starts to hit. And his eyes start to water. In fencing they taught us where to stab the opponent so you can miss the vital organs and they bleed to death. So I assured him he’d probably be OK, and that there’s lots of new meds on the market that keep people alive longer. . . heh. And I’m being like totally sympathetic and then casually drop in that anyone else he’s been with should get tested as well. John collapses down onto the couch and starts crying his eyes out. I can tell he’s into shock, because what does he say? Not, my wife. Not, my kids. But, “my job”! The poor dude’s worried about missing a promotion. And this is what I’ve wanted to see for a long time: Big, hairy Daddy on the couch crying his eyes out because he got knocked up by a fag. Well, I apologized, we cried (I’m not heartless), and snuggled. We fucked a second time that night! A beautiful caring lay. John moved after that and I never saw him again. Can’t say I’m sorry though.
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Ok so last night I was home alone...didn't go out. Was just feeling horny and my hole was craving cock like no other! I wanted to get turned out for sure. I texted my buddy to see if he wanted to come over. He has stealth fucked me in the past, though he's neg, it was always hot. It has been more than four months since I had been nailed and I just recently was tested for HIV, with negative results. My hole was DROOL'N for a rough, dirty rape! Well my buddy finally texted me back around 2:00 AM, saying he had just been pounded by a huge nine inch thick black cock. I was beyond envious, I was PISSED! In any event, he went on to tell me the whole story. He started chatting with a hot, thuggish black man on SCRUFF who had a huge thick cock that was just over nine inches. The two of them arranged to meet. My buddy is in a relationship and they love to shock each other, so my buddy took this huge thug cock home, just the two of them. He said he couldn't even get his mouth around the guy's dick! WOOF. The thug turns the my buddy around and spat on his hole, and started to grind his ass crack. A couple times he ground so low that on the up stroke the head of his cock got caught on my buddy's hole. The thug held him down and forced himself in all the way in one motion. My buddy said it hurt so fucking bad that he yelled. The thug pulled out and started to try again but this time slower. My buddy stopped him and asked him to put a condom on. The guys said that he could try. They fumbled around but it was not going on, so my buddy asked, "What's your HIV status?" The thug replied "Neg. Clean" He also said he didn't BB unless the bottom was also negative. In addition the thug said he was exclusively a top. So my buddy agreed to bareback. The thug threw my buddy on the bed and virtually rape-mode. SO HOT! In the middle of the action my buddy's boyfriend came home. While he might have been initially somewhat shocked by what he saw as he opened the door, the shock dissipated quickly enough and he elected to join-in, sliding his cock in his boyfriend's mouth as the thug resumed fucking. This continued to the expected climax: that thug's huge thick nine inch cock erupted, blowing its load into my buddy's raw gut. My buddy texted me this story telling me he still had the thug's hot thick load inside his ass. YUM. Ok so I heard the story, saw the pic of the guy on scruff and totally wanted in on the action myself, so I went onto Scruff, found the thug and messaged him inviting him to I received no reply. Shit. GRRRRR. Pissed and totally jealous of my buddy, I rolled over and went to sleep. This morning I awoke to my phone blow'n up on SCRUFF. It was the THUG! He totally wanted to nail me and started brag'n how he just made a guy take his huge cock and load last night. Of course I was thinking 'I know the whole story - HOT'. He asked if I take it raw. Wanting to sound like a pig I replied "I only BB." (Now this is where I got an instant hard on!) The thug replied "Fuck yeah! I'm POZ and would love to breed you." My heart sank as my dick went hard. My buddy had been stealthed and had this thug's toxic juices running through his veins. I told the guy I was DOWN. He said it had to be now because he was leaving for LA in an hour. I had no car so my boner went limp. Again I was pissed, but I screen shot the texts of our messaging to to my buddy, including when the thug said he was POZ. Naturally he has been freaking out all day. He has no contact info for the guy, no name, nothing. I've already jacked off twice to this whole situation. So hot! But yet...I'm still neg. -
If someone cum in you, can you tell ? or find out later ? I think I might been cum-stealthed ( he said he didn't cum ), but I am not sure.
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I'll be there, hoping to load up a few hot asses
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A few weeks back I was visiting L.A, this being my third or fourth visit to the city. It's not a favourite destination of mine but there are some super hot guys there. So I visit for more of a fuck-cation. So like I usually do I booked a hotel in Weho so that I could be near all the action and hot guys. I hooked up with quite a few guys on my trip, pretty much every single day. Most of them fucked me deep, hard, ruff and raw! Different positions, wearing different gear (jock straps, harness, ripped boxer shorts, sports gear) and even a few anonymous fuck and go scenes, where I left the door open and lay on the bed with my smooth, tight and boyish hole exposed to whoever walked in. On one of the last nights of my trip I was finding it hard to hook up with anyone. Most of the guys that were my type turned out to be bottoms and I was gagging to get raped. The later that it got the fewer guys were online and the less luck I was having. By this point I had been stroking my long thick British uncut meat for hours, I was dripping with pre-cum (usually I'd don't need lube to fuck as my dick produces so much). I had beat my cock dozens of times just up until the point where my load was about to explode and then I'd stop. The more I edged the hornier I became and the hornier I am the fucking sleazier I can be! I rubbed the palm of my hand over the tip of my dick and played with the pre-cum, I'd then use it to lube the shaft as I jerked off, anything that was left over got fingered into my juicy puckering hole. I lay on the hotel bed, my smooth, toned body naked, legs spread wide apart beating off. I needed to get fucked real bad! My hole was so hungry for a raw shaft, so much that I could almost feel it (Like when you get a craving for a type of food and you can pretty much taste it). It got to the time of night where I thought about throwing in the towel. Fuck! I was so frustrated and disappointed. The night was virtually over. I decided to check Grindr one last time. Several messages had popped up from a guy staying in the same hotel. He had messaged me a few nights before, but again he was desperate to get fucked. I had told him from day one that I was a bttm also. He was young, early twenties, lean/slim build and an 8" cock. Isn't really my type. I prefer jocks/muscle dads and tops! He was still up and online. We began chatting and begged for me to fuck him. I again re-iterated that I was looking to get fucked too. He had even asked that if I found a top to send him to his room after I was done with him. He told me how he was an actor and the programmes he had been in, of course EVERYONE in L.A is an actor, so I took it with a pinch of salt (however I later checked when I found out his full name and it all turned out to be true when matched to his picture) Eventually I caved........ he had sent pictures of his bubble butt and big rock hard manhood. He said that he would do ANYTHING in order for me to fuck him. Anything except bareback that is. I didn't push the issue because I knew he would eventually be taking my toxic load. I was going to make it happen! I gave him instructions to prepare for my arrival. These were to... turn the lights down, to leave the door on the latch and for him to be stripped naked and for him to be faced down on the bed and his perfect ass to be up in the air ready and lubed for a fuck. I travelled the two floors and a few metres along the corridor until I got to his room. The door was on the latch and therefore I walked straight in. The first thing I saw was a lean, toned body and the most incredible ass. This lad looked as though he had just turned 18. Fresh and never before used! As I approached he turned his head, this lad was stunning, very handsome. Another added bonus, which instantly made me hard. I tore my clothes off and lay on top of the lad. Pinning him down to the bed. Kissing his neck, working my way around to lips for a long passionate kiss. A long goodbye kiss....... to his hiv negative life I had told this lad that it would pretty much be a fuck n go as it was late and he had agreed. I handed him the condom and told him to open it whilst I rimmed his hole. As I ran my hands over his body I was amazed at just how toned he was, I could feel every ab, his skin was smooth and soft to the touch, virgin like and his butt was solid muscle. I parted his butt checks and gently teased his hole with my tongue, gently stroking his ring with the tip of my tongue. After a few minutes I began to eat his hole real good. Driving my tongue deep inside and gently biting his ring, getting it well used and ready for my spunk. After I was done licking him out, I reached for his boxers that were on the floor, gave them a long hard sniff and then told him to open his mouth. I stuffed his mouth with his dirty cum stained boxers. I was going to make this lad scream and knew I needed to muffle the sound. "Pass me the rubber", and the lad gave me the condom, as he was still faced down, I simply threw it over my shoulder onto the floor. I made a few movements as though I was unrolling it onto my shaft. And seconds later plunged all the way into his ass. His youthful hole wrapped around my meat real tight. Think he must have forgotten to lube also as there was a lot of friction. The lad gave out a muffled moan and tried to reach back to stop me fucking so deep. I grabbed both his wrists and held him down. I picked up the pace and began fucking really ruff. Not stopping to add any lube. The moans now turned into screams and I could see tears running down his face. This only made me go faster and a few minutes later I unloaded into his ass. I felt a huge wad of cum shoot into his unwilling hole. My balls felt sore, like they had been squeezed dry. I pulled out and told him I was going to get rid of the rubber and clean up. By the time I had got back he had jerked and spunked over his hot set of abs and chest. I got dressed and left. He messaged me pretty much everyday until I left (which began to get annoying, begging me to fuck him again saying he'd come and visit me at home) After a few more weeks of messages (only now and then at this point) I decided to reply. I told him exactly what I did to him, waited for the first reply and then blocked the fucker! By this time it had been a few weeks and there was nothing he could have done.
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I've been a long-term lurker on these sites and wanted to contribute a few small things. Some talented storyteller might find the "germ" of a bigger story. Pinned underneath me Hot May grad bucks his ass up Wants high viral load. Holding legs apart Old top rams youth to creampie They don't ask, don't tell. Barebacking strangers Each thinking "I hope he's neg!" For different reasons. Slut begs "Not inside me!" Tricks's sick cum floods him, he sighs Best conversion yet.
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I'm a huge bareback fan but because of a lot of reasons, the cost of medications I hear about definitely being one of them, I'm doing my best to remain negative. I use condoms on most encounters and have only a couple of guys I bareback with. I met another guy online a few months ago and after chatting awhile he seemed honest and open, so we barebacked, and it was hot. He's a great top and filled me up with a nice load. I'd like to add a few more barebacking tops to my FB list. I know any barebacking puts me at some risk, but am I really minimizing the risk by asking the right questions? I know all it would take would be one top that lied about his status to change mine. How many, if any tops have lied about their status before fucking a guy bare?
