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Never before has there walke, a black man so perverted and proud. When I say no limits, that's what it means. No limits. I am highly marketable and mankind loves me. In the depths of my black nigger balls, there's a beautiful and sweet gift. A freedom that mankind has not cherished with its heart the way it should. They key to everlasting life- the breaker of conformity. Poz and charged, free at last. Some say I'm twisted because I worship the toxic seed, but I say- freedom is it's own reward. What greater joy is there than an room full of slammed up, poz pigs- worshiping and loving heir toxic bodies. Enjoying sharing strains with one another. Plotting on there next twisted deeds. Stealth. Stealth. Stealth. That's what the fire is saying. Free them , Free them all. Slammed up with each other's toxic blood; needles shared- they swap poz loads from hole to hole. Abuse each other's holes with chem piss and fisting. Double penetration, frozen poz nut, nut and chem piss smoothies, and all. They are disgusting and perverted creatures living in the beauty of their depravity. Alone, I am , the Black Twisted Pig. In a see of beautiful white pussy, worshiping my glorious black body and dick. I am a God and I decree freedom and perversion. I escort the new shy pigs into the gates of sin and show them the glorious light that is worship. Worship my Dick! And you will be rewarded! In unison, all slammed up and chemmed up, they speak, " Yes Daddy." For there obedience they are tied down, collar to collar connected. Their glorious holes up in the are, on there backs- legs up. Chained together in twisted brotherhood. There reward- a night of endless pounding and anonymous dicks. As each one is pounded they look in the devious eyes of there attackers; proudly stamped with their biohazards. Each load they receive is a gift; and each dick they receive is a rewards. Filled with toxic piss and huge booty bumps. Each one slammed again! Corrupted and full, used and fulfilled. Each one, now a true brother; charged and ready to be free... ( if liked, I'll make a part two)
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I will be in NYC on June 9th and will be hosting a gangbang at my hotel. I’m 30 6’1” 200 blonde blue. Open to any fetish. No load refused. Text me for pics and details. 405.642.7498
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The Mugger I’ve never considered myself naive, but I did tend to walk around as if nothing bad would ever happen to me. Sometimes I would find myself walking home late at night and not even pay attention to the fact that I was passing through a rougher neighborhood. I always made it home safe every time, so in my mind I was always safe. Until Friday night a couple of weeks ago. It was dark and the streets were basically deserted -which is probably why I always felt nothing would happen to me. How could something happen if no one is around? Someone was around, though. I just didn’t see him before it was too late. I didn’t hear his footsteps as he stalked me, eventually wrapping his arms around me from behind and growling in my ear to hand over my cash. Luckily my other instincts kicked in and I went into self-defense mode, wrenching his arms free from me, and spinning around to face him (which I couldn’t see anything -it was too dark). I nailed his jaw with a right hook and then did something I never thought I would do -I slammed my knee into his jewel box. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, groaning in agony. When he looked up at me, his black hoodie fell back to reveal quite a handsome face. Mind you, it was contorted in agony at the moment, but his good looks were not lost on me despite what had just happened. “Jesus, why’d you do that?” he hissed. My true nature came out at that point and I started apologizing to him (I’m know -idiot!). “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” I had always felt that I would never have the heart to inflict such pain onto another man, but somehow something else had taken over at that point. “In my defense, you were trying to mug me.” “Yeah, but I wouldn’t hurt you,” he moaned, rocking a little on his knees and cupping his crotch. After a couple of minutes he managed to stand. Now that he was facing me I could see he was much larger than my own trim 5’9” frame. Great, I thought, he’s going to kick my ass first, then take my money. He just stood there eyeing me for a minute, probably debating over which of the hundreds of painful and bloody ways he could kill me. He stepped closer, never taking his eyes off of me for a moment. “That fucking hurt,” he told me in a low voice. “If it means anything, I really didn’t mean to do it. It just happened,” I blubbered. “Kicking a guy in the balls is pretty low. I think you owe me more than just some cash, for that kind of pain,” he said, lunging at me and somehow managing to get me into a choke hold that I could not break. I wasn’t completely out, but the lack of oxygen did it’s part in immobilizing me. He dragged me just around the corner into a rundown old house. It was dark and I didn’t hear any voices. I knew we were alone. Through the house he dragged me until I found myself on a bed. His large body loomed over me as the cobwebs and fog cleared from my head. Well he could have killed me in an alley and not have to deal with disposing of the body, so maybe he’s not a homicidal maniac. On the other hand, maybe he is, and he just enjoys toying with his prey and taking his time torturing them before they succumb to the vast array of injuries he’s inflicted upon them. The bed threw me off, though. I’ve seen Dexter -these guys like a work space. As soon as he stripped his shirt off, revealing a mouthwatering rugby player type of build, I knew he wasn’t planning on killing me. Still, being raped was never something I dreamed about, either, so I started to move, trying to get my bearings so I could make a run for it. He had just opened his pants and out flopped a dick that was totally proportionate to his hunky hulky body. It had to be at least 8 ½ inches long and it was just starting to harden! And thick -bloody hell! That was my cue to get my ass in gear, so I struggled to a crouch on the bed, jumped, and then tried to run around him. His muscular arm caught me around the waist, heaved me up in the air, and deposited me back down in the center of the bed. “Uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere ‘till I’m done with you. We’re gonna have some fun tonight, you and me.” Despite my fear, my dick was hardening in my pants and my ass was going into spasms of anticipation. What can I say -sometimes you can’t take the gay slut out of the man. Show me a rapidly growing dick and beautiful body and my body knows what to do. I lost my head by then, and there was no point in fighting him. Besides, if I submit to him maybe he won’t be too rough on me. That dick can do some damage, I thought. “Fuck it,” I said, rolled back to my knees on the bed and beginning my own strip show for him. His face lit up seeing that I wasn’t going to give him a hassle. “Well, I guess I found myself a bitch, didn’t I?” “I’ll be your bitch,” I told him, my breath coming up short. I shuffled to get closer to him, and then taking him by the hands, pulled him down onto the bed with me, kissing him hard and deep. He kissed me back, but he took the kiss over. We were definitely going to do this his way. And he wasn’t in the mood for anything affectionate. He kissed me almost violently, his tongue invading my mouth and throat (yes, throat -he’s got a long one!) nearly made me gag, but I became so turned on that I just rode it out and tried to match him. Suddenly he broke the kiss, grabbed me and flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt him moving on the bed until his hot breath was on my butt. Lucky for him I had gone to the bar prepared tonight. Unluckily for me, had I gotten lucky I wouldn’t find myself in this mess. His long tongue immediately began to snake up into my ass. I’ve never felt a rimming like it -it was beyond ecstasy! It literally felt like a small snake going up into me. It was insane! I couldn’t help but moan and writhe -what else could I do? After a few minutes I was desperate to feel his cock in me -despite the fact that it was now full-grown and towering at an impressive 12 ½ inches. I’ve never had anything that big in me, the largest so far being around 9 inches. “Oh fuck, you have to fuck me,” I pleaded. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, bitch? You’re gonna pay for kicking me in the junk. And I’ve got a special way to pay you back. You’re gonna take my poz loads all night long.” Suddenly there were sirens and shrieking going off in my head! Did he say ‘poz’? What the fuck? I’m negative and had been very conscious to keep it that way. I began to struggle against him, trying to keep him from straddling me, but his size made that impossible. I went back to pleading. “Please, man, I’m negative. I don’t want this.” “Who asked you, bitch? You got to pay for what you done to me.” Okay, he was hot -his vocabulary didn’t need to be ivy league when you look like that. What the fuck? How can my mind be thinking about vocabulary when he’s about to put HIV+ cum inside me? I begged and struggled for a few more minutes, and then he got fed up, laying his entire body weight on top of my back. His face was next to mine, and he was breathing hard. “Am I going to have to choke you out again?” he asked menacingly. Lord only knows what he might do if I’m totally unconscious, so I weakly told him it wasn’t necessary. “Good bitch. I don’t want to feel that ass pushing me out, either. When I go in, I’m staying put until my bruised nuts fill you up with their revenge.” Shit, there goes my other plan. I figured that I might be able to buck him off of me or push him out just before he blows. I’ve never felt that kind of conflict before. My mind and heart were telling me to do whatever necessary to get the fuck out of there before he infects me. But my damned hormones . . . as soon as they kick in, all reason and logic fly out the window. My hormones were telling me that I’d gone out to the bar tonight to get laid. Now I was going to get laid. Quit complaining. Bitch. Hormones with attitude, right? It’s bad enough HE’s calling me ‘bitch’, I don’t need my own subconscious calling me names! Alas, the hormones were in the driver’s seat and I just surrendered to him. If the opportunity presented itself to escape I would take it, otherwise I would just survive. I can always go and get that pill I heard my friends talking about. “That’s it, I feel the fight going out of you. You’re my bitch for the night. You might as well like it,” he told me. I felt his fat cock head at my entrance, and he rutted his hips a couple of times, enticing my hole to yawn open and swallow him all on it’s own. Would you believe that the damn thing did? Suddenly my ass was sucking several hard, thick inches in. It actually took my breath away, the rush of him suddenly entering me. But by now I was so hot I didn’t resist -despite the pain. Oh, yes, there was pain. That was a fat knob pushing into me. I’m sure that I felt tearing inside, especially since he had only used spit to lube my hole. “Fuck, buddy, your ass is just eating that big dick up! You’re nothing but a whore, aren’t ya? How else would that ass just take it like that? I got a big dick and most bitches can't get past the head.” He sounded like he was enjoying himself, and he reared back and then thrust in, this time adding a few more inches to the penetration. A couple more times like this and I felt his pubes scratching my ass. Fuck, he was balls deep in me! It hurt like fucking hell, and he’d torn me open good doing it. My insides were going into mad spasms, while I silently let the tears pour down my face and drip onto the worn bed sheet. Shockingly, he wasn’t a complete asshole, and he held still until he felt the spasms subside, and then he got to fucking. It really only took a few minutes for my hole to feel totally open to him, and by now the pain had morphed into unbelievable pleasure. I wanted his dick in me. I loved his dick destroying my hole. I guess that might make me a whore, but just then I was happy being a whore. By the time he got a rhythm going that he liked, I was really into it, and raised up onto hands and knees and began shoving my ass back at him, riding him deep and hard. “Fuckin’ pig likes it!” he roared. “Pig’s gonna like my toxic cum, too.” Reflex response had me saying, “Please, pull out before you cum,” even before I had a chance to consider it. Of course, I came back to my senses when I felt the sharp sting on my ass as he smacked my cheeks hard. Really hard, like I’m sure there will be a bruise in the shape of a hand print. “No fuckin’ way, bitch. That’s your payback for nailing me in the balls. You’re gonna learn how important that real man cum is. Toxic venom flowing through my veins, in my sperm. And soon it’s all gonna be in you.” My logical mind was becoming more and more cloudy as I rode that cock. It just felt too damn good. And yes, I do take loads from guys, so naturally my body is craving his seed in me. That’s just the natural order -dick goes in, fucks, deposits seed. Sometimes repeat. And right now my ass and guts were praying he would fill me with his load. It was like the devil sitting on one shoulder and the angel on the other. One says, “Fuck yeah, you want it!”, while the other says, “Don’t listen to him. You know you shouldn’t be doing this!”. As usually happens when my hormones are in flux, that little devil went over and drop-kicked the angel right out of the equation. The next thing I know . . . “Fuck yeah, give me that load,” I heard myself saying. Excuse me? “That’s it, bitch. You know you want me to knock you up. Beg me for it, bitch.” “Do it, cum in my ass!” I yelled. “Say it,” he ordered. “Please, cum in me,” I pleaded. “SAY IT!” he demanded again. And then I knew what he wanted to hear. “Poz me!” I screamed. “Give me that toxic cum! Cum in my ass and infect me!” “That’s right, bitch,” he said in almost a purr, now really railing into me. I knew it wouldn’t be long now, and sure enough he slammed in particularly deep, roared, and slapped my ass again as I felt his balls blast my battered hole full of his venomous load. “Take it, you fuckin’ whore. Take that poz cum!” he yelled. “Yes! Yes, poz me! Poz me!” I yelled back. At that moment I was loving every second of that fuck, despite what would probably result from it. What’s done is done, and I might as well get some enjoyment out of it. I can go to the clinic in the morning and get that pill. His dick stayed hard in my ass and he just kept on fucking me. After 3 more viral loads from him, he finally extracted himself from my gaping hole and took a break. He went and got himself a beer. Nothing for me. After he’d finished it off I knew why -I was allowed beer, only it’s the same one he’d just drank. He stood over me and I clamped my mouth down on his semi-hard dick, and immediately began to swallow as his piss sprayed into my mouth. I chugged like a champ and didn’t lose a drop. Seeing that actually turned him on again, and within seconds he was back up my cum sloppy hole. He used my ass all night long. Literally. I’ve never met a man who was such an animal when it comes to sex. He just could not get enough. He blasted a dozen loads into me in one night. Some guys don’t even get that much at a gangbang! By the time the sun was shining and the rest of the world was up and on their way, he finally took his spent dick out of my hole. We were both covered in sweat and cum. And we were exhausted. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling. “There, your ass got what it deserves. Next time you’ll think twice about hitting below the belt,” he reminded me. “Now get the fuck out.” “Is it okay if I take a quick shower before I go?” I asked. “Fuck no. This isn’t a date, bitch. Get the fuck out,” he ordered. Now reality was sinking in again and the sex haze had lifted. Time to get out before he decides to get violent on me. I grabbed my clothes and raced from the room. I dressed just inside the front door, and then hurried outside.
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NEG BOTTOM LOOKING FOR POZ TOPS SATURDAY 17TH MARCH AND SUNDAY 18TH MARCH - WRECK MY ASS AND POZ ME UP. UP FOR TAKING A BL00D SL@M TOO - HIT ME UP TO HELP CONVERT ME... GROUP WELCOME O772O 874 35I - TEXT OR WHATSAPP
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Liverpool Neg bottom needs pozzing up: Saturday March 17th & Sunday March 18th Looking for toxic / full blown guys to rape my ass and breed me with their toxic loads and get my neg ass pozzed up. Hunting for high VL strains to do the job - will be up for anon breed or rape scene or gang rape... taking ANY bugs and rough my ass up with toothbrush so the virus enters my bloodstream. Message me and arrange to come and help convert this neg ass once and for all ☣️ Text/WhatsApp 07720 874351 wickr = rawbanginboy sleazier the better - ass open 7am to 7pm
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LIVERPOOL UK - NEG BOTTOM FOR CONVERSION Liverpool Neg bottom looking to take poz/toxic tops to use my Neg ass and breed me HARD and deep. Wreck/prep my ass with a toothbrush or cruel condom and fuck/r@pe me hard and deep infecting my ass with your toxic load looking for tops to breed me or organise a group conversion party for me NO BUG/LOAD/INFECTION REFUSED TEXT/WHATSAPP - O772O 874 35I Wickr - rawbanginboy
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I am absolutely gagging for poz loads and want to get it done tomorroow 9Mar or by the end of the weekend. I’m based in Manchester but will get a train to where you are. So Northwest /Yorkshire/midlands to msg me quicker.... kik bbsubslut whatsapp zero seven seven three four three one three two five three
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Sleazy neg bottom based in Liverpool / Northwest looking to get my ass hole wrecked and pozed up. Looking to be bent over ass out for one or preferably more POZ guys to rape my ass and welcome me into the brotherhood. Fuck some T in my ass, want to feel the burn then wreck it with a toothbrush/bottlebrush PA or horny cruel condom. Force your toxic tool in my dry hole and POZ me deep using the toothbrush each load to grind the charge in to me. WhatsApp: 07720 874 351 wickr: rawbanginboy No toxic load / bugs refused ☣️?☣️?☣️?☣️?☣️ -
My latest adventure.... I headed down to the sauna last week – the first time I had been there in months. The familiar excitement gripped me when I stripped off in the changing room (it was a “no towels” day), lubed up my arsehole and walked naked into the sauna which is on three floors. I climbed the staircase to the first floor, passing a variety of nude men of all shapes, sizes and age groups (though mostly older guys) and felt the Viagra kick in and my cock begin to fill out. Just off the corridor is a small dark room with a walk in wet room area for piss play, and an open area with a fuck bench in the middle. Several old trolls stood around wanking and waiting. I saw a figure standing in the piss area and stepped into it. He was tall and thin and was holding his limp cock tightly round the head. On a whim, I sat down on the cold, wet floor and looked up at him. He pointed his cock at my face, released the head and began to piss over my face. The stream got stronger and I opened my mouth to taste it and let it dribble and splash over my body until I was drenched. Another man stepped into the area, coming close and watching the other man piss on me. His cock grew hard and I took the opportunity to suck it as the man stopped pissing by squeezing his cock again. It was a beautiful cock – long and smooth with a slippery mushroom head. I got to my feet and bent forward, spreading my buttocks so he could see my hole was lubed and ready. Wordlessly, he got behind me and slid his cock up inside me. As he began to fuck me, I felt a warm trickle on my backside, then a stream as the other man pissed over me, the warm liquid splashing over the cock as it entered me. After a while, the automatic shower turned on to wash the floor, so he stood back, stepped out of the cubicle and pulled me over to the bench. Dripping with piss, I blushed with shame as the other men watched me being led over to the padded bench and forced face down onto the leather. He got behind me and I felt his cock slide up me again and his body lying on my back. Figures gathered round to get a better view. “Dirty little pig, aren’t you?” He growled in my ear and I could only groan in response as he fucked me. “Wallowing in all that piss,” He whispered. “Yeah. And we know what else pig’s want, don’t we? They want to get knocked up.” He slapped my bottom and thrust hard into my rectum. “That’s it. Open your little hole for me. Gonna give you some dirty cum to go with that dirty piss!” I gasped with pleasure and excitement, knowing what he was going to do, and welcoming the thought of taking his seed. “Ahhhh…yeah.. here it comes you pig!” With that he thrust hard into me and shivered in orgasm. I felt his cock throbbing in me and knew I was being filled with sperm. After a few minutes, he pushed off me and slapped my bottom. “Thanks, mate.” He laughed and left the room. I lay there gasping, drenched in piss, with his toxic sperm dripping from my hole. I’ve noticed there is always some troll eager to take advantage of me when I am vulnerable and exhausted after being fucked. Some old troll too ugly or too filthy to get his cock accepted by anyone. Sure enough, as I lay there gasping, I felt calloused hands on my hips and a thick, stubby cock probing my dripping hole. As it slid up me, I glanced back and saw a fat, pale body, and a sweaty face with matted mousy hair and a glimpse of what looked like bruises on his torso. But his cock felt so good I could only lie there gripping the bench as he fucked me. I felt fingers probing beneath his balls and a finger pushing into me next to his cock. “Fuck, he’s wet!” said a voice. The man in me didn’t last long. Puffing and panting, he shot his load, filling me with spunk and goodness knows what else. He pulled out and my gaping hole released a wad of sperm over my balls. “Who else wants to fuck him?” I rested my head on my arms and sighed, giving myself up to the pig in me as they lined up to breed my arse…
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anyone in malaga 1st to 3rd Feb?
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I’ve been an unrepentant barebacker all my life, even after I tested poz more than 20 years ago. I was 100 percent bottom until about eight or nine years ago, when I discovered the pleasures of breeding men – especially younger guys, whom I feel a special obligation to impregnate with my poz seed for the next generation of pigs. Even though I’m mostly top now, I’m always ready to flip and surrender my hole to other poz/AIDS brothers who will recharge and strengthen my seed. My dick gets rock hard and drips when I think about the hot time I had with a guy I met on the Web several years ago. His name was Alex, and we made a date to meet on one of my semi-regular trips back to my hometown. He said he had full-blown AIDS, and he was looking for pigs who would continue to carry and spread his strain after he croaked. I assured him I’d spread his strains to hundreds of other raw pigs. I explained to him that I have a twisted obsession with poz seed and that nothing gets me hotter than swapping tainted fluids with other poz pigs. He was flattered that I wanted to take and transmit his DNA to the next generation. I went straight to his place after checking into my hotel, and I can still remember how hot he looked when he opened the door, naked except for an open bathrobe. Alex was white, late 40s, 6-foot-2 and about 150 pounds of extremely lean muscle and veins. He had a full, thick black moustache that dominated the sunken cheeks on his gaunt face. His cock was 7 inches, thick and heavy like mine, with a huge mushroom head pierced by a PA. He pulled me to him, twisted my pig tit and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked the taste of beer and cigarettes in his spit. I stripped immediately and couldn’t wait to get his loads inside me. I dropped and took his cock in my mouth, making love to his death tool. I’m not much into oral sex (I prefer a hot mouth on my nipples), but knowing his balls and dick carried the juice that I desperately craved drove me mad with lust, and I worshipped him like a god. I gave myself in complete submission, ready, willing and hoping to do anything he asked in return for the unholy privilege of receiving his toxic cum in my guts. Although he’d stopped taking HIV meds about a year earlier, Alex said he needed Viagra to fuck. So while we waited for his dick to get hard, I gladly fucked him and added my strains with his own death cells inside his guts. Although he was taller than me, I had at least 30 pounds of muscle on him, and I easily pinned him to the bed as I wedged my fat dick into his extremely tight hole. We made love, with lots of kissing and talking nasty about AIDS and death, and I didn’t pull out until I’d dumped three loads of my own dirty seed into his guts. Some of it spilled out when I pulled my cock out of him, so I felched it and fed it back to him in a fucking deep, hot kiss. By that time, Alex’s own death tool cock was rock hard. I jumped in his sling, and he aimed his PA directly at my own rarely fucked hole. Using only spit, he slowly but insistently pushed his whole cock into me. It burned like hell, and I knew he was tearing tissue as started pumping. After about 10 minutes we moved from the sling back to the bed so we could kiss more easily while he shared his gift with me. I noticed something red on his dick, and I reached down and fingered my hole to confirm I was bleeding. Strung out on poppers and lust, I begged Alex to ram his dick back inside me, which he did. I don’t get fucked often and it was all I could do to withstand his assault, but the knowledge that he was already dripping deadly precum into my bloodstream only made me hungry for more. We were drenched in sweat and the smell of poppers as he pumped my cunt for another 15 minutes, sharing lots of deep kisses and twisted talk about worshipping AIDS. Finally, my new lover spewed a huge load of his death seed deep into my guts. The intense connection we shared was overwhelming, like a true spiritual experience, and I remember wishing I could die right there as his spasming cock still spewing poison into me. When Alex finally pulled out, my muscle cunt clamped tight to keep his death juice deep inside. I greedily licked the remnants of cum and blood from his dick and shared the precious mixture with him in lots of deep kisses. I spent the night at his place, where we got high on beer, pot, piss and AIDS lust. He dumped three more loads in my hole and I gave him two more of my own seed to share with other pigs. I don’t know if he did: I heard from another bud that Alex died two weeks later. Fortunately, he still lives deep in my sick brain and in the toxic DNA that I continue to spread to other brothers who share my dark, twisted passion.
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Heading to Vegas on Sunday the 10th and staying until early afternoon on the 12th. Looking for locals and visitors looking to dump a load. All loads accepted. Staying at Days Inn behind NYNY. I will message with room number when I check in. Anon preferred and will bring blindfold to use if requested.
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I will be in Vegas for a week and looking to take cock and get my pig hole loaded. I can host at my hotel on the strip for anon fuck and go. I would love to find some local poz toxic guys to dump a few loads in my neg hole.
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looking for a top that needs a cumslave. you can host me and use me as you see fit. will take any and all loads of cum and piss. you can whore me out to any filthy tops u want. can flip but do not often top. toxic poz wasting preferred.
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This story is an oldy but goody from the old bugshare site. ................. I visited my old college roommate and his wife. We’d always been close. I had gone to their wedding. They gave birth to their Son the same year we graduated—named the Kid after me. We've stayed in touch over the years. The Kid grew into a strapping young man, a fine looking youth, 5’10”, 160, ever so slightly effeminate. Great tan—but that was to be expected—they lived in Tucson. To resolve your prurient interests—NO, I DID NOT FUCK HIM IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS—it got better than that. I ran into the Kid at the Gay bar I frequent when I’m in town. To say that we were surprised to see each other was an understatement. I looked away—giving him the option to flee undetected; but, instead, he came over to talk to his “Uncle”. “Surprised to see you here, Uncle Ken.” “The feeling is mutual, Joey.” “Come here often?” "Almost daily since I turned 21. Does my Dad know you're Gay?" "Ever since College. How about you?" “Both Mom and Dad know.” What I never told anyone was my Status. That was for me to know and the World to find out. “Did you guys ever Play?" "A little, but I liked your Mom, so I let him date her; and look what happened….” I stared down at his crotch.” He blushed. “Joey, are you Bi or Gay?” "Gay. Actually I prefer older guys like yourself. I don't go for the college crowd or married dudes.” I got to thinking how hot it would be to Fuck my Namesake, the Son of my Old College Buddy. Serve him right for marrying that stupid Bitch. POZ HIM, if I really got lucky. Joey finished his drink, swirling his glass so the ice cubes collided and tinkled. My move. "Like to stop over my hotel?" "Why not?” "AIDS was why not. Though I wasn’t about to admit it. No sooner did we get in the door, than he stripped off his clothes. I did the same. We scooted onto the bed and kissed and embraced. He had a lovely tight ass that begged to be fucked. And I was just the guy to accommodate him. He went down on my dick, sucking and swallowing. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy it. When he came up for a kiss, I couldn't help wonder if he’d ever think of me as just “Uncle” again. And me? What was I thinking? Dammed if I wasn’t determined to give him the Death Fuck. It’d be so hot—screwing this little Faggot I’d known since Diapers. He kissed me, working my nips. I gave him the Judas kiss. He was already rock hard, no doubt fantasizing about my Death Stick. He lavished spit on my shaft, mouthing my balls, tonguing my hole, till I couldn’t take anymore. "I wanna suck you, Joey.” "I’d rather get fucked, Uncle Ken. I've only been screwed by young kids and strangers. Now I wanna get fucked by my own flesh and blood.” Though I wasn’t related, he’d cum regard me as Family, and was begging for it. That absolved me of guilt for what might be forthcuming. I’d been seduced. So I gave him the cushiest Rimming of his whole Fuckin’ Life. It drove him Bananas. He was so up for his Daddy-Fuck, that he moaned and begged me to Screw him. So I lifted his legs and plunged in. It was CRAZY—WONDERFUL—ECSTATIC—POZZING THE SON OF MY EX-LOVER—infecting his AssCunt, his Blood, with my Venomous Precum, contaminating his Gonads with Death and Disease. I fucked him without mercy. The little Shit didn't even ask about Condoms. He just let me Fuck him, with nary a whimper! His younger boy lovers must have thrown him off guard. Maybe he was even a Chaser! I didn't go there. I pounded away for 10 minutes and asked him how he was doing, though I could tell from his moans and the way I assaulted his Prostrate, he was doing just fine. "Shoot your Load in me, Uncle Ken. Make me your Slut!" “My pleasure, Joey.” I was getting hornier by the second. Had not the little Fucker begged me to do him? Was it not my obligation and duty to screw up his Puny Existence? Suddenly I was back in College where I’d given four of my cohorts the Syph. None of them figured out it was me. I smiled as I watched them traipse back from the Clinic, humiliated, declining my solicitations for sex. I'd done that for the Hell of It—like I was doing it now. Only Syph wasn’t fatal. This would be, I vowed. About that time I exploded in his gut with what must have been my Biggest Load ever. I could tell from his Tightness that he hadn’t Fucked much—which improved my chances of Bruising him up—which enhanced the odds for Infection—which caused me to spasm long after I’d shot. Besides, he’d been violently bucking back on my Shaft, which could only help matters. And when I exploded, he spewed his own fucking Load all over our stomachs and chests. "Sorry I couldn't hold back, Uncle Ken." "That's all right, Joey,” I gasped, as I lapped up what I could and sucked the rest off my fingers. The last Neg load of this poor Motherfucker was important to my Bug-ravaged psyche. I made no effort to pull out, and let my diseased cum incubate in the dark, fertile warmth of his AssCunt. He, likewise, made no attempt to withdraw. He just kept his Ass plastered back on my Cock, clenching his Sphincter, milking every last venomous drop from my Shaft. "Can you cum again?" "Want me to?" "Yeah. I love being fucked—by my Uncle.” I hadn't lost the Erection that had seeded him—the most significant Fuck of his Life. He rocked back and forth on my Dick. It wasn't long till I spasmed again; and spewed forth a second, less generous, but equally toxic Load. He was working his own Shaft by then, beating it hard, his breath cumming in gasps, so I slipped my lips over his piss-slit as his Cream gushed down my throat. After a lingering, passionate kiss, a thick rope of Cum tethered his lips to mine. Joey was full of surprises. "You’re POZ, aren’t you, Uncle Ken?" "How’d you know?” "Just a guess, really. You’re older; been Fuckin’ longer than me; had plenty of time to get POZZED. Did you give me the Bug?" "You know it. Whether I’ve POZZED you or not is a different story, but I've bred others on the First Fuck." "I'm not exactly a Chaser. But I'm glad it was you. I like keeping the Shit in the Family." There again was a reference to that flesh-and-blood stuff. Even I might begin to believe it. After all, they say POZZED BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. "If you take good care of yourself, you’ll last 20 years. You’ll cycle through Meds, until they all stop working. You’ll lose weight, grow weak, get hospitalized; and that’s it. Then all you can do is rely on the others you’ve POZZED to carry on the Tradition. That’s why GIFTING is so important.“ "Mom and Dad will assume it was one of my ANONYMOUS TRICKS. But I don’t look at it your way. I figure, in 20 years, there’ll be a CURE. I got no worries.” "Yeah, maybe so," I affirmed, not terribly convinced. The Kid struck me as one who might never take Meds, in which case he didn’t have 20 years. Meanwhile, I was like floating on Cloud Nine—I’D JUST BUGGED MY EX-LOVER’S OFFSPRING. Served him right for fuckin’ that Bitch. I wondered how many of my other ex’s had Scions that needed attention. I was hard again by the time he walked out the door. We had lunch the next afternoon, and I sat adjacent to Joey who tried to play Footsy under the table. On the way out, he whispered he’d stop by that evening. The rest of the day I basked in the glow of AIDS FUCKS—PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. I had a Client to prepare for, but let it slide, alternately dozing and watching TV, till there came a knock at the door. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/help-my-bareback-blog-get-noticed-click.html
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Never before has there walke, a black man so perverted and proud. When I say no limits, that's what it means. No limits. I am highly marketable and mankind loves me. In the depths of my black nigger balls, there's a beautiful and sweet gift. A freedom that mankind has not cherished with its heart the way it should. They key to everlasting life- the breaker of conformity. Poz and charged, free at last. Some say I'm twisted because I worship the toxic seed, but I say- freedom is it's own reward. What greater joy is there than an room full of slammed up, poz pigs- worshiping and loving heir toxic bodies. Enjoying sharing strains with one another. Plotting on there next twisted deeds. Stealth. Stealth. Stealth. That's what the fire is saying. Free them , Free them all. Slammed up with each other's toxic blood; needles shared- they swap poz loads from hole to hole. Abuse each other's holes with chem piss and fisting. Double penetration, frozen poz nut, nut and chem piss smoothies, and all. They are disgusting and perverted creatures living in the beauty of their depravity. Alone, I am , the Black Twisted Pig. In a see of beautiful white pussy, worshiping my glorious black body and dick. I am a God and I decree freedom and perversion. I escort the new shy pigs into the gates of sin and show them the glorious light that is worship. Worship my Dick! And you will be rewarded! In unison, all slammed up and chemmed up, they speak, " Yes Daddy." For there obedience they are tied down, collar to collar connected. Their glorious holes up in the are, on there backs- legs up. Chained together in twisted brotherhood. There reward- a night of endless pounding and anonymous dicks. As each one is pounded they look in the devious eyes of there attackers; proudly stamped with their biohazards. Each load they receive is a gift; and each dick they receive is a rewards. Filled with toxic piss and huge booty bumps. Each one slammed again! Corrupted and full, used and fulfilled. Each one, now a true brother; charged and ready to be free... ( if liked, I'll make a part two) 0 Quote Edit
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Authors note- This is not yet a fleshed out narrative story. It's a just concept that I think about frequently. I'm posting it here and if folks like it, I may attempt to fashion it into a story. First try, so be kind. WARNING: Extreme racial content. If you do not enjoy race play, please do not read. Am I a pimp in the making? I recently read an article about Survival Sex. Young homeless guys having to sell their bodies to eat. The better looking and biggest hung ones obviously have more success. As it should be. I love the idea of homeless guys going form rich white man to rich white man to scrape together a living. Prissy white fags giving into their most base and primitive instincts. Paying money for the privilege of sucking a big cock on a man who disgusts them. I’m certain many white men have looked at a filthy black buck and thought “Put that big AIDS nigger dick in me.” Oh, how I would love to exploit these homeless guys. Groom the most hung among them so I could rent them out to gay men as AIDS Trophy boys. It excites me when an escort (of any race) is out about his HIV status. I like to think that these men can demand the most money. I’d love to encourage any high end escort or broken down whore to become poz to increase their business. HIV as an economic engine is hot. Of course, it is already to pharma and other industries. Is it now my chance to profit?
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I will be in Phoenix on April 7th ass up blindfolded taking all loads in my neg pig hole at my hotel. No load refused anon pump n dump style. It will be my birthday weekend and I am looking for the ultimate gift. Come pump me full with your poz fucking DNA.
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So here I was just turned eighteen and been kicked out of home with just the clothes on my back and twenty pound in my pocket, what was I to do? Sitting alone in the park feeling sorry for myself I suddenly realise I needed a pee. I got to the public men’s loo’s walked in and sit in one of the cubicles being bored I started to read the gay graffiti on the walls which caused my seven inch cock to swell. One note caught my attention it simply read “gay model for us and make good money” there was a mobile number. Once I left the loo’s I quickly rung the number before I could get nervous, a guy answered I said hi and told him I’d seen the ad in the loo’s, he seemed really nice asked me about myself I told him I was eighteen 5ft 6 130 pounds and really needed the money, he said cool and gave me an address and directions and said come over as soon as I liked. What was I to do! I started making my way to the address given, once there I knocked on the door and I was pleasantly surprised when the door opened and a well dressed man appeared, probably late thirty’s but really fit looking he introduced himself as Tony and I shook his hand, come in I’ll fix you a drink. Once in this apartment he came back with a beer and told me about the modelling conditions, I was to be photographed and would be paid a small sum for that but the big money was dependant on how far I was prepared to go. Tony presented me with a form which listed out how much I would be paid for each sexual item or I could sign the waiver and be paid a thousand pounds. I should have thought about it what the fuck I signed the waiver and gave it back to Tony, his eyes lit up saying very good. Tony took me hand and led me to the shower room and asked me to have a shower and clean myself out, he gave me a towel and told me to leave me clothe in the bin for washing and to join him when I was done. After my shower I came back out and found Tony, he looked me up and down and said very nice. Tony took me to his studio and told me to stand so he could take some pictures as he did he gave me instructions to slowly remove the towel I did as he said I was really getting into this as the camera continued to flash, when naked he had me squat and pull me butt cheeks apart exposing my hairless virgin cherry. Good said Tony as he put the camera down, he then led me to a cross on the wall and fixed my arms and legs in position, damn I was so hard, Tony said I was now going to be shaved and oiled from head to toe. Tony took a set of clippers and shaved me head to a number one crop, then removed my under arm hair and he started shaving off my pubic hair. Then he wet shaved my arms, legs and cock and balls. Then he was satisfied he stood back to admire his work, damn he said you look so good. Quickly he started oiling me from head to toe and started taking more pictures. You look great Tony said as he unstrapped me from the cross. Ok now you’re ready for the main event as he strapped me to a bench laying on my stomach I was fully exposed as he tied my legs apart and stretched them to open my butt crack wide. I was surprised when he left the room and said he would be back shortly, when he returned there was a second voice he was introduced as Master Maurice a bull of a black man, Maurice is the stud who will be the top in the BDSM video I didn’t really understand but was in no position to argue. Master Maurice stripped in front of me damn he was hung his cock was 10 inches hanging matched only by his balls which where enormous Master M then pulled my head back and ordered me to open my throat as I complied the head of his big black meat pushed into my mouth, good boy as he pushed more inside me, I could hardly breath as more of his cock pushed down my throat, soon he was hard and trusting deep into me his big black balls slapping my chin, good boy he said again, you like that poz cock in your throat don’t you boy he said as he pulled in out I nodded, good boy, I will feel even better in your virgin hole as I unload my toxic cum deep into your bowels he said. Damn what the fuck had I gotten into as Master M moved round and slapped the cheeks of my butt, next I felt his tongue licking at my pink cherry damn I was in pig heaven as he stopped replacing his tongue with his huge mushroom headed cock dipping pre cum on my virgin hole, he kept on spitting on my hole lubing it up good, I could feel his cock pushing hard at entrance to my hole, soon enough the head broke through my cherry ring and I could feel a burning sensation. Master M was considerate he held his cock in position so I could adjust before slipping inch after inch into my hole, he would push in hold, then push more in, soon enough I thought he had bottomed out as I could not take anymore, damn I was wrong he was hard up against my inner ring, Master M then said hold on boy this is going to hurt he pulled back and then punched through my inner ring, I screamed my lungs out as his big black meat pushed right up into my bowels, I was his now as his heavy balls rested on my butt. Good boy he said again and again as he started to fuck me slowly at first and then with power and pace opening up my hole stretching me out. Master M then paused and pulled out both he and Tony then flipped me on my back and tied me back up, it was only then I truly could see Master M in all his glory his cock must have been a foot long, that’s when something strange happened I said “I want more, please breed me Sir” damn Master M’s heavy cock then just hammered straight back in my hole no stopping this time as his balls where smashing against my butt he power fucked me and I could tell he was getting close as his cock grow ever harder the head swelling in my destroyed hole “give it to me Sir” I shouted that sent Master M into overdrive the cum pushing up his cock pausing at his head and then shooting volley after volley deep in my bowels. When he finally pulled out Tony said scene 1 cut. I was virgin no more. Tony said next scene chem’s and bdsm pain… As Master M’s cum was pouring out of my wrecked hole it was then that Tony told me that the waiver I had signed made me his property an owned slave and I was to be his personal toxic cum dump. Part 2 Pain and torture to cum, if you want?
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