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Another Confession. When I have an extended stay in Dallas, I always try to drop by either Midtown, or Club Dallas the night before I leave town, and crash there to get a few hours sleep before leaving town. I know, I know, it’s for play not sleep, but it’s cheap, and yes I do partakeJ One particular weekend when I went I had just checked in and had my duffle bag, and the clothes, I would be wearing the next day. I got a room on the floor with the maze on it. I’m sure some of you have been there would agree, that the whole building seems like a big multi-storied maze, but I digress. As I was walking up the flight of stairs, a boy stepped out of his room, which faced the stairs. I literally ran into him. “Hi,” he says, “my name is Kevin.” I tip my head and say howdy back, as I look him over. “I saw you come in from the roof with my friends. “Oh," I said. “I wanted to meet you, are you a real cowboy?” I answered as put my duffle bag down to shake his hand. “Well, yes, in fact, I even used to be a bull rider.” The boy, who was a bit smaller than I, had soft hands, and except for a light treasure trail, no body hair that I can see. He smelled lightly of alcohol, and cologne. Of course with his white briefs, and a towel around his waste, I couldn’t tell much about what was below that. “I’m so nervous , this is my first time here” following-up with the question "Do you come here often?” “No,” I replied, “it’s been a while for me.” “Would you come in and talk with me?” He asked. Figuring that this might go somewhere interesting, I obliged the boy and he closed the door behind us. I put my duffle bag down and lay my fresh clothes over it. The boy sat on the bed. “So Kevin, what’s on your mind?” He blurted out really fast, “I wanted to know if you‘d fuck me! I‘ve always fantasized about being with a cowboy." “Sure” I said, and leaning over, I kissed him. As I did so I started getting hard, so I pushed Kevin down down onto his knees and he started licking my cock through my jeans, with his head right up against my belt buckle. It felt awesome, and within seconds I was all wet and hard. I reached down and popped the buttons on my jeans, and he pulled my cock out and started licking the head and trying to suck me. From the way his teeth kept getting in the way, I could tell he hadn’t had much practice. I suggested he lay on the bed and suck my cock. As he stood-up to re-position himself, I pulled-off his towel. “You won’t be needing this.” I kissed him again and he lay on the bed, his head hanging off the end of the mattress so I put my cock into his mouth. Just about that time there was a knock on his door, “Hey Kevin, you coming back up?” the voice outside said. Kevin answered back, “I want to take a nap. Maybe later.” “Okay, but I don’t know how you’re going to meet anyone locked up in this room" the voice answered back. And with that the conversation ended and Kevin went back to sucking me, just the head at first, but over the next 10 to 15 minutes, I managed to get him to take my whole cock down his throat. The feeling was fantastic, and watching his throat open out as I pushed deeper each time, I pulled out and pushed back in. He did gag quite a bit, and the slobber on his face just made it even hotter. I reached down and fisted his cock a bit, then bent over and sucked it, licking the precum from the tip. I started unbuttoning my shirt. “You like that don’t you boy?” I asked. He tried to answer, but his response was muffled by my cock. I re-positioned him on the bed. When I moved to take my hat off, he asked me to leave it on, so I obliged. “Please sir.” He said. I thought to myself 'This is gonna be fun'. As he laid back on the bed I propped his head up with the pillow, and towel, and face fucked him for a little bit. “Be sure you get it good and wet.” I said. Then I pulled out and lifted his legs, spat on his hole and started working in a finger. 'Damn he’s so tight' I thought as he gasped in pleasure (or was it pain?). I worked in a second finger, unbuckling my belt at the same time. He adjusted the pillow and started biting it. After a few minutes and some more spit the boy settled down and was trembling some. “You Okay?” I asked. “Yes sir” he responded. I positioned my hard cock at his hole and start pushing in, saying "Let me know if I am hurting you and I’ll stop." He just shook his head yes. I bent over him as I worked my cock into his hole and sucked on his tongue, and, of course, encouraging him suck on mine. Then I leaned-over and began nibbling on his ear, whispering “You’re so tight. You like my big cowboy cock in your hole?” "Yes sir" he said as he gasped for air. I started fucking him slowly at first to give him a chance to adjust, then when he wasn't gasping as much, I started going deeper and harder, and faster. I felt my cock growing inside his tight hole. I held his legs and torso against my torso, so his face was about even with the top of my chest. He starts to bite, then backs off. “It’s okay" I said, adding "You can bite if you need to" and positioned his head and pulled it against my chest as I fucked him. We fucked for a good 15 or 20 minutes in this position. He continuously moaned and gasped saying "Fuck, fuck" between gasps and nibbles at my tits. His bites made makes me even harder and about then I came, grunting “I’m cumming boy! Do you feel me?” "Yes" [gasp] "sir, yes, I feel it." When I’m done I lift back up and just keep fucking him as I grab his cock. That’s all it took and he starts shooting his load. It hit’s the wall behind him, and bend down and lick some of the cum off his cock, and dribble it in his mouth as I kiss him. We are kissing for a few minutes as my cock gets hard again, and I cum in him again fairly quick. Then I start softening. When I pull out, I notice the blood on my cock, the sheets, and his hole is seeping pink. Sorry about that I say. “Are you safe?” he asks, “we should have used a condom.” “Yes, Kevin I’m safe, and we could have if you had asked, I would have been glad too. The time to ask these questions is before not after.” “Yes sir” “Did you enjoy your fantasy?” I asked. “Yes, I did thanks. Will you stay with me for a bit?” “Okay” I said. He responded saying “I want to be honest with you - you won’t tell on me will you?” “Well I don’t even know what it is I would be telling now do I, Kevin?” I asked with a grin and a chuckle. “I’m not old enough to be here, I’m only ___. My friends and I got fake IDs, and they took me out tonight for my birthday. You’re the first guy I’ve had sex with, well other than mutual jacking. I’ve always been too scared to do anything.” “Okay, your secret is safe with me. So, I'm the first? Really?" I followed-up. "Yes sir” he responded. “I’d better go clean up” he said, asking me for my phone number. I told him I didn't live in Dallas. As he headed to the showers I buckled my belt, grabbed my stuff and headed to my room. I saw him a little later with his buddies, and he pointed me out to them. I couldn't hear what was said but later (in the maze) I fucked both of his buddies.
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Maybe someone can shed some light on the situation for me. Ever since I've tested positive he's wanted to stop using condoms and now I let him breed me and I have to admit the sex has been better. He's the only one that I have sex with. I've met his husband before. I wonder why he's still into me. Is there anyone else out there in the same situation?
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Does anyone know a website (or have a link) to bareback movies in wich young teenboy bottoms (legal 18 or 19 yo) gets breeded by very old top daddies? (about 40-50-60 yo?)
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Photos were shared with me from a 20yo, never tested, buddy from BBRT. He likes his men older and hairy. As you can see from the photos, he loves scat, dirty fucks, bondage, piss, and is open to whatever the tops wants to do to him. He just started taking poz loads knowingly the last few months but says he is not chasing the bug. Poz dudes just fuck better. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/12/20yo-twink-who-likes-to-get-dirty.html
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Around 11pm Saturday evening I received a text from my all time favorite fuck buddy, who spent the last semester in France, letting me know he was going to be in town until tomorrow morning. He said he was on his way out to a bar to meet up with friends. I offered to leave my door unlocked and he would be welcome to swing by for some late night action. I passed out around 1am. Around 4am I wake up in a dream-like state to my buddy straddling me naked. He is 21 white 5'8" white 140 pound 8.5cut thick. Just perfect. He starts off by blowing me hard. We have been messing around for years and I think some of my experience has rubbed off on him as he blows me to perfection. He blows me for a while and goes down and sucks on my balls. I reach for his massive cock and its hard as a rock. I tell him to switch positions and lay on his back. I go down on his cock and balls and then put his legs up and tongue fuck his delicious boy hole. I make love to his body for 10 minutes then reach for my handcuffs and cuff him up. This boy tends to jerk off as I pound him and speeds up the fuck too quickly so some restraint is helpful. After he is cuffed, we make out and I lube us both up. I put his legs on my shoulders and line my raw cock up to his hole. He pushed back on my bare cock. He is ready for it. I pump him with powerful thrusts. He can't control his moaning. Soon after, I flip him on his stomach with his cuffed arms above his head and pump away at his raw hole. He tells me he loves the feel of my balls slapping against his ass. After a few minutes of pumping him on his stomach, I flip him back over and reenter his raw hole. He asks the last time I came and I tell him the prior day. He grins and says to me that he wants all my cum inside his ass. I take him up on that offer and speed up my fuck until my cock is root deep inside his ass. "I'm breeding your hole now, boy. Feel it?" "Yeah I can feel it flowing inside me. Fucking amazing." I grab his hard cock, lube it up, and sit on it. I let him pump his massive raw cock in my ass until I work out a quick load of college cum inside my raw ass. We make out, chit chat, and he departs. It was such a pleasure seeing my boy again.
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Stud Roger's Gift to an Old Fat Queen
Tailgunner posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Phil the fat old queen with the permed bleached hair and clear nail polish didnt relish being recruited to play Santa at the restaurant where he cooked but relented under threat of firing by his craggy old skinny boss Sam. I was a regular customer there so I ended up getting picked to be his elf even though I was taller and overall bigger. The X-mas party was a yearly event for Sam's employees and the community. I was athletic, healthy-looking and still in decent shape at twenty-six, a good six feet tall, still over two hundred pounds and had been on my meds since testing poz over three years before. Before I was pozzed Sam and I had fucked one of his bus boys and a college grad waiter, who was another one of those aspiring actors, numerous times including having them suck us off and swallow our loads. The waiter quit after I pozzed him a week after I myself had been pozzed. Phil was negative, as was his lover. They were both in their mid fifties, his lover and him being monogamous for the two decades they'd been together. That monogamy and neg status would be broken that night. The party was a success with everyone but the boss, Danny and me drinking like fish. Danny worked in a junk yard, me in a metal fabrication shop. Danny was in his late thirties or early forties and slightly smaller than me. He too was poz and had serviced me both before and after I got poz. Phil had mentioned that his lover of two decades had a great cock for sucking because its small 5" didnt choke him but he wanted a decent size dick for his fat ass. I sported eight and a half HIV-shooting inches. Being cut I was able to shred an asshole if it wasnt fucked regularly by men at least my size. After the party was over we piled Phil into his car and Sam drove him home where Danny and I met them. We helped him in and stripped him in his bed. We lay him on his stomach and he thanked us. "You said you wanted a big one up your ass. You still want it?" I asked Phil. "You got my gift?" he gushed, his inhibitions completely washed away by his inebriated state. "Right here in my pants." I replied, grabbing and caressing my crotch. I added, "Any of you want a piece before I knock him off?" Sam said, "We lined her up twenty five years ago so I've had my piece." "You can have it Roger. Go ahead, I fucked a better piece in the mensroom." Danny added. I stripped and Danny knelt and sucked me hard and kissed my cockhead. I greased up and mounted the old queen. I found my target and entered. His hole was built for getting fucked. I could feel where his hole tightened past the first five inches. I grinned as I hilted myself in his fat ass and lay on his back. I then began fucking him. He was warm and comfortable to lay on while I had my piece of him. It was a good comfortable fuck as Sam and Danny softly cheered me on. My dick was feeling good in the old asshole as I smeared my precum inside his fissured rectum, piston-thrusting in him, grinning wide at what I'd do to him by ejaculating in him. I fucked harder, faster as I got my urges. I was feeling good, asserting my superior masculinity and pelvic power as I got ready for a really great feeling ejaculation in the old poof. My pelvis sometimes slapped the fat ass as I pile-drove and jack-hammered my gun in him. "What a stud! Look at him go." Sam exclaimed. "Yeah, he's getting close." Danny replied, Both men were rearranging their stiff cocks in their pants. I began pounding Phil so that his fat rippled with each thrust of my mighty shaft in him. "Ready or not. Here I Cum!" I growled as I slammed a few more thrusts in Phil's cunt hole and hilted myself as I spurted my HIV-laden spunk up the fat asshole, my dick pulsing with pleasure as I pumped my dirty AIDS up his helpless bug-virgin ass. I pulled halfway out and slammed it home with a snap of my hips, corkscrewed my dick in him to further rip his rectal walls and thrust a few more times. I hilted myself and lay on and in the punk while my dirty sperms carried their deadly load through his torn rectum into his bloodstream. Danny bent down to passionately french kiss me. "Great fuck. I could cum myself." Sam said, patting my shoulder. Danny added his praise and then Phil announced he had cummed. I pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times before pulling my spent rod out of the drunken old fat asshole. We men hugged and kissed but only light peck on the lips since Sam was still neg. "OK Phil, suck it clean." I ordered him. Phil was still drunk as a skunk and attempted to roll onto his side but couldnt get up. I looked to see that he had indeed been turned on by me and by my dick up his ass. The little smear of his cum on his bedsheet was damning evidence of his desire to be bred by a real man. "I gotta go clean this asshole's shit off my dick." I said and went to the bathroom where I soaped-up a wash cloth to clean my meat. I noticed a few streaks of blood mixed in with the cum and streaks of shit Phil had left on my dick. I washed myself off and we got dressed and left. I returned to see Sam and Danny masturbating into Phil's open mouth. I kissed Danny as he spurted his load into the old queen's face and half-open mouth. Sam then added his load. Phil returned to work and worked a week and a half before feeling sick. A couple more days later he took off sick and was out for almost a month. His doctor knew the symptoms and tested him, giving him the bad news when the results came back. Phil burst into tears upon seeing me come in for lunch the day he returned to work and cussed me out until Sam slapped him across the back of his head and yelled at him. "I guess no celebration fuck for us." I told Sam when Phil went to the john to cool down. "The bitch asked for it. Drunk or sober, it's his problem he consented to get bare-fucked by someone he knew was poz. He owes you." Sam replied before throwing a bear-hug around me and kissing my cheek. I kissed him back on his cheek and we parted. "Roger you can celebrate-fuck me then." Danny said as the door closed behind him and he walked over to us. "I'd like that Dan." I replied and we hugged and kissed after he hugged Sam. Unlike Phil, Danny was fully sober and wanted my gift which I had given him for his birthday a couple years before this night. I had fucked him numerous times before getting pozzed but pumping my gift up his neg ass was one of my all time intense best-feeling orgasms. My cum in Phil's ass matched it. Phil came out of the mensroom, better-composed but still sobbing, and returned to the grill to get the lunch orders out. Over the next few years Phil lost weight but was taking his meds. His lover who was on the slender side had trouble keeping his weight on and stomaching his meds after catching the bug from him. Phil somehow got over his anger at me and cooled down after several months and Danny and I fucked him and his lover a few times. Danny seemed to get turned on when he saw the health of those he pozzed decline and often would masturbate or fuck someone after seeing the subsequent results of his pozzing. Being masculine men Roger and Danny always enjoyed asserting their superiority over effeminate and other less than masculine types and how great their dicks felt and made them feel when they pozzed aids-virgins, not to mention how turned on Danny got when Roger fucked him, especially the night he pozzed him. -
Handsome negative guy, after recent breakup, is seeking to become poz and stop being crippled by inhibitions in his sex life. seeking: HIV+ guys, preferably not on medications and NOT undetectable. I will be blindfolded and would gladly serve as a cumdump to your toxic load. contact me for location (a private apartment in manhattan) discretion guaranteed. email: loadtakernyc@gmail.com
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I had done Santa gigs for a number of years at a couple of malls and had succeeded in getting 'promoted' from the throne to standing next to a chimney with a slot-safe inside it. Standing a four hour shift after my regular job beat the hell out of dealing with little snot-noses on the throne for those four hours. The nice thing was that not only did the throne Santas have an elf, but I was assigned one as well. It seemed to double the donations and our secondary job was to monitor for suspicious activity, answer questions including giving gift advice, directing customers to the various stores in the mall and telling the kids wanting toys where the throne line was. I was still fat even though I had caught the bug a couple of years earlier. At fifty-two I was still working at the plant and was still able to get it up which was fortunate because the blue pills hadn't yet been invented. In contrast to my build, Carl my elf assistant, was a clean-shaven, slender twenty-two year old college graduate with long blond hair. He was bisexual and was a dream to have, especially after our shift when he shucked my Santa boots, and then my sneakers which I wore inside them, peeled off my socks and gave my tired somewhat sweaty feet a nice massage. He generally also provided an oral massage which started with him sucking my toes, licking between them and licking his way up finishing at my ankles and then finishing by giving me a nice blowjob and swallowing my cum, sucking off of my cock and kissing it and my balls. He had been doing this since our second day and hadn't caught my bug despite having swallowed about a dozen loads from my HIV-shooting dick. I had wanted to fuck his smooth ass after our third day when I saw him bending over after shedding his green union-suit elf outfit which he wore commando. He looked almost like a flat-chested woman. I was torn between pozzing his ass and preserving him since he gave good head, swallowed my loads, gave my smelly feet nice massages and almost worshiped me. Some two and a half weeks after we started the gig I was relieving myself in the end stall in the mens room and overheard him telling a friend of his that if he was a woman he'd love to have my baby and that if I had AIDS he'd take my bug. He also discussed his impending move out west to Nevada after the holiday season. I was flattered, since I was just another fat middle aged man who worked at a metal fabrication plant in the daytime. That made my decision for me: I decided to add him to my so far short list of conversions. I had noticed that when I pozzed someone my orgasms felt much better than when I cornholed an asshole that was already poz. My dick swelled hearing their little conversation and I waited in the stall until they left the mens room before I wiped and left the stall. I planned to shag his ass during our last week at the mall. I found out he had a lover who was negative and had a small 5" uncut dick. My dick was over seven inches, thick and cut, but Carl handled it well when blowing me - which he did two or three times a week. I had scouted out various out of the way places at the mall and lent Carl to one of the janitors who was negative and near my age. There was a seldom-used supply room my janitor-friend Steve said we could use. It had a heavy duty workbench the perfect height for bending someone over for anal action. Our second to last night which was December 23rd was our night. After waiting for the guard to come with the hand truck to take the chimney to the security office, shucking our outfits and hanging them up in our lockers and getting back into our street clothes we met Steve who let us into the supply room. Steve had even lay an old folded up canvas tarp on the workbench and stayed to watch the action. We all stripped and I had Carl suck Steve off to start things. It was my payment for Steve accommodating us - although he had already pumped a few loads into Carl. "You're a good stud Steve." I said after he finished shooting off his load in Carl's man-loving mouth. After Carl swallowed Steve's load, sucked off of his cock and kissed it and his balls he turned around and sucked on my cock which was already half hard from watching my skinny old janitor friend use his head. Carl sucked my cock into his mouth, hugged me while sucking me to full hardness and then opened wide to leave my dick wet with spit. He then bent-over the end of the workbench while I greased up my half-century-old weapon which was now throbbing. I stepped up to Carl's still bug-virgin ass, lined up my shot, grabbed his hips and shoved it in. I slid right up his ass and hilted myself. My dick felt really good inside Carl who seemed to vibrate in lust for me. Steve's almost 7"of meat had fucked him the night before so he was used to a good sized dick in him. The warmth of Carl's love tunnel was intoxicating and I wanted to pound him from the start but I needed to put some new fissures in his asshole so my dirty sperms could better spread my deadly bug into him. I took my time, starting out slowly, working my diseased precum into his anal walls. I gradually increased my speed, taking full strokes in him. The way his hole snugged my dick added to my pleasure and made me feel great as I made love to him. Steve looked on with rapt attention, his own dick returning to hardness despite having just blown his load in Carl's mouth. I was glad Steve had fucked him several times as well as used his mouth. After about five minutes I let my loins take over and started fucking Carl aggressively, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass with each self-satisfying thrust of my dick in it. Knowing I would fuck up his life added to my thrill as I fucked him faster, harder, my fat shaking with each thrust of my mighty penis in him. I jack-hammered him and then grinned and grunted as my dick began shooting powerful spurts of deadly HIV-laden cum into his bowels. My knees shook, like they had in my younger days, with the thrill of firing my deadly weapon inside him filling him with my filthy life-changing bug. I kept thrusting until I was spent and then rested, still gripping his hips as my prick's pulses of joy subsided. It was even better than my first piece of a man's ass when I was eighteen, how excellent my dick felt when I shot my virus into him. I remained inside Carl, who was lovingly massaging my spent meat with the muscles of his ravaged hole. "That was a great fuck. If I was queer instead of a man and wanted the bug I would have loved your meat in me!" Steve said and kissed my cheek. I kissed his cheek back and thrust a few more times before slowly pulling out. I withdrew slowly so as to keep as much of my deadly cum in him as possible. After I pulled-out of Carl, he got off the workbench, turned, knelt and sucked my dick clean, moaning in delight. He then sucked off of it, kissed it and my balls, stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back and Steve and I hugged, then they hugged and we got dressed. Carl was so turned on by me he had cum while I fucked him. He got on all fours and licked his cum off the canvas draped over the end of the workbench and off the floor where it had dripped off the canvas. The last night, the twenty-fourth, was busier than other nights with kids and parents lined up to the doors of one end of the mall to sit on the throne-Santa's lap and give him their lists. My chimney safe was almost full and Carl was getting tired from answering the numerous questions as to where stores were in the mall and others. Three men came on to him and he accepted two, trading phone numbers. That final night I screwed Carl's ass again just to make sure I'd knock him up and Steve masturbated into his mouth. We turned in our outfits and left our separate ways. Almost on schedule Carl caught the AIDS flu which also delayed his move out west. He figured out that I had given it to him but seemed actually pleased about it, more proof that I knew he wanted to get fucked in more ways than one by a real man. After he recovered I fucked his ass and gave him a drink of my warm beer on tap after he sucked my dick clean. I had his mouth the next night. I also introduced him to a couple of my poz friends who also had their pieces of him. He finally made his move and got his job there. He met some fem queen and knocked him/her up. He said that was his best feeling orgasm when he pumped his dirty load up the fem's ass. He also said he was glad my orgasm felt that good when I knocked him up that night before X-mas Eve and how much he enjoyed giving me sexual pleasure despite the hardships he'd face for the rest of his life. He truly had my 'baby'.
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http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2225281/Varsity-football-player-charged-aggravated-sexual-battery-assaulting-teammate.html A 17-year-old student at a prestigious Georgia school sexually assaulted a teammate in the gym showers, police said. William Jackson Houk, a varsity football player at Westminster School, turned himself in to Atlanta police on Sunday and has been charged with aggravated sexual battery. Specifics relating to the October 22 incident remain unknown, with the school's president describing details as being 'fuzzy'. Aggravated sexual battery is one of the state's 'seven deadly sins' for 13 to 17-year olds that came into effect in 1994 and means offenders must be tried as an adult. It carries a penalty of 25 years to life in prison.
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So here's a bit of a history before I move on to asking a few questions. I'm 21 years old, am attending college, and lucky me, I'm in a situation where I can't host and I don't have a car on campus because parking is too expensive. I'm also a total top who prefers older guys to fuck (odd, I know). And yes, I do consider myself bi right now (please don't bash me for this, it's genuinely how I feel right now). My first barebacking experience was when I was 18 (almost 19). Went to a hotel room where a guy was hosting a glory hole. I put my dick in, he sucked me off, then turned around (without me even realizing it) and then shoved his ass all the way down my dick raw. I was really surprised because this wasn't exactly consensual, but more surprised at how awesome it felt- really warm, and really moist. I pumped away until I came. Then got paranoid about HIV. So, I tried doing safe sex for a while (about a year and a half, I think), before I came back to doing bb. Because there really was nothing in comparison. Only did it with guys who claimed they were neg. Found Craigslist to be awful, moved onto establishing an adam4adam and Manhunt account. Finally started a bbrts account. So far, I've fucked probably 3 or 4 guys from there. Found more off of adam4adam, and some more off Craigslist (despite it being full of flakes). So all in all, I've probably had 40 hookups (with not as many guys) over the past 2 and a half years, many of them safe, some of them bb. So, what I've noticed is though, is that lately, I can't really bring myself to fuck safe. Probably the past 6 of 7 hookups I've had over the past year were bb. But it isn't often at all that I fuck, mainly because a) the limited number of bottoms who claim they're neg, and someone of them don't want to pick me up since I don't have a car and I can't host. And I'm horny much of the time, every day. Makes for a horrible sex situation! So I'm on the edge right now whether I should start fucking poz undetectable bottoms since the risk of getting HIV is very low for tops (yet there's a risk), or continue maintaining fucking guys who claim they're neg. I know it seems ridiculous to many of you that I'm concerned over HIV, yet bareback, but I understand that there's a calculated risk to everything. I know I am disease free, have been tested recently. But fucking poz undetectable bottoms would greatly expand my options, since there are some hot guys (I'm into guys older than me) in my area who would want to meet with me, and would likely pick me up. Also, another thought is that I've been introduced to bb too early (really, it wasn't exactly consensual at first but I loved the feeling and went through with it), since so many guys I've talked to before started it later. Lastly, are many older guys ok with a young guy who tops older guys? (I really have no desire to bottom). I like topping older guys, I find it hot. I know the expectation is that the young guy bottoms. What are your thoughts and (thoughtful) advice on this? I know this is obviously not the best place to ask, but I'd rather hear it from guys who bareback, then guys who either trash the person talking about bareback, or refuse to hear me out (if it were another site). -
Andy McGreggor Seeds an Eighteen-Year Old Hitchhiker. Ted shivered miserably by the side of the motorway. Two days in this fucking county and so far all he'd seen was rain and more rain. His feet were soaked. A car beeped him and sped past. Asshole. Ted was cute. He was just over six foot tall, just eighteen, with blond hair, which he wore short, and a firm boyish body. He had a long, teenage face with a long nose and deep blue eyes. Normally he had the sweetest, most dazzling smile. But not today. Today he looked seriously fucked off. A car was stopping, a nice one. Expensive. Ted opened the door to see an attractive middle-aged man with dark, soft eyes and a rugby player's body. "Get in son," said the man, grinning. "You're soaked." Ted gratefully loaded his wet rucksack onto the backseat of the expensive car and then buckled up. They pulled out onto the motorway. "You know you're not supposed to hitchhike on the hard shoulder," said the man. He concentrated on overtaking a slow moving coach. "You going far?" he asked. "I'm trying to get to the Highlands," said Ted. "That's where I live," replied the man. "I'm Andy, by the way," he added. "Ted," said the young man. "You Scottish?" McGreggor nodded. "You?" "Canadian," replied Ted. "You've a bit of a journey ahead of you," said Andy. "A good six hours or so. I'd take you there but I am planning to spend the night at a motel. I've been driving too long and it's getting late." The man glanced at Ted in the mirror. "Pity," he added. He grinned. "Ah, that's too bad I guess," replied Ted. "How far are you going now?" "Well I had planned on stopping after the Manchester ring road. I could drop you at the service station there." Andy McGreggor zoomed into the fast lane, pushing eighty miles an hour. "I guess," replied Ted, disappointed. "Unless you wanted to..." Andy paused. He shook his head. "No, forget it." "No, what?" asked Ted. "Well I was going to say, you could spend the night at the motel too, and then I could drive you up tomorrow. Or would that be weird?" Andy glanced at his wet passenger. "That would be swell, to be honest," replied Ted. A night in a motel would be great. So far all he'd had were two crap nights in a tent. "It's on me," said Andy. "That sure is kind of you," replied Ted. Ted and Andy McGreggor sat in the harshly lit dining room of the Travel Express Motel. Ted ravenously ate his plate of fish and chips and McGreggor finished the tender chicken breast in mushroom sauce. It wasn't bad for service station food. "You look starving," said Andy. The lad was cute. His long boyish face looked drawn, tired. "Starving and wet and tired and cold," corrected Ted. "Would you like a dessert?" asked McGreggor. "I'll treat you, I know you students are always broke." "Is that OK? You sure?" asked Ted. McGreggor nodded and smiled. "I'll have the sticky toffee pudding and custard in that case," said Ted. He liked this Scottish guy. He had a nice face. Ted liked guys in their forties. They were kinder sometimes. And this man was handsome too. And strong looking. McGreggor turned on the lights of the functional room. It had a double bed, a table, a clean, modern bathroom with shower and a view of the M1 motorway. To Ted it was luxury. "I'm going to get out of these clothes and get into a hot shower," announced Ted. McGreggor unpacked his night things as Ted turned on the hot, steaming water. It was bliss! After two days of rain-filled misery he was in heaven, letting the water scald him. Soon McGreggor heard Ted singing. He went to the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. He glanced at the pile of clothes. He picked up the lad's red briefs. McGreggor sniffed them, deeply. God, that was good, he thought. Pissy, sweaty and sweet. Heaven. "That you Andy?" called Ted, his eyes closed, covered in shampoo. "Aye son," replied McGreggor. He inhaled his fill of boy panties again. The water had been turned off. Ted was looking at McGreggor. "What are you doing?" asked Ted. "I'm sniffing you boy-panties son," replied McGreggor. "Oh," said Ted. "Erm, why?" "Because they smell nice," said McGreggor. He sniffed them again and handed them to Ted, who was wrapped in a towel. The lad had a cracking body, noticed McGreggor. Boyish, athletic, hairless. Nice wee pair of boy-tits. He was pink from the steam. Ted looked at the pair of damp briefs. "Go on, have a wee sniff," coaxed McGreggor. Ted's cock was tenting his towel. He looked big, thought McGreggor, his mouth moist. Ted sniffed. "Good laddie," said McGreggor. He reached for the towel, gently pulling it off. Ted's cock sprang up, firm, spongy. He had a lovely cock, a good seven inches, guessed McGreggor. And uncut. A vein ran the length of the shaft. The lad had shaved off his pubic hair. McGreggor softly stroked Ted's cock and the boy gasped. "You like that son?" asked McGreggor. Ted nodded. "You get nice and dry. I'll pour us a drink," said McGreggor. When Ted came into the room McGreggor was naked. Ted's eyes focused on the man's enormous cock. He gulped. It was the biggest dick he'd ever seen. It was obscene. It was ten inches long, and fat. The head was shaped like a mushroom, dripping threads of sex-mucus. The man was swigging beer from a can. "Suck me, laddie," goaded McGreggor. Ted got to his knees. The lad smelt of shower gel. Ted gulped. "Come on laddie, give it a wee kiss." Ted shyly kissed the tip of the man's moist cock and was rewarded with a cappuccino moustache of salty precum. He inhaled the man's odour; piss, stale sweat, musk. Oh God, it was good, thought the shy teenager. He greedily put the tip of McGreggor's cock in his mouth, the tastes exploding on his taste buds. McGreggor purred like a tomcat. The boy sucked well. McGreggor was impatient. He wanted to see Ted's sweet ass. "Bend over, son," he whispered. "Let Daddy see your wee pussy." McGreggor knelt on the bed, worshiping at the lad's twin buttocks. They were plump, white, fleshy, hairless. McGreggor liked his boys to have plump arses; he liked a bit of wobble. Reverently he peeled the boy's buttocks apart, like a High Priest unveiling the Holy of Holies. There is was! Ted's sweet, virginal boy-cunt, a tiny knot of grey-pink muscle. He sniffed it. Oh son, thought McGreggor, is your pussy ever so good. It smelt of the seaside, of soap, of musk. He probed the velvet muscle with his tongue, delighting in the give of the sphincter. Ted was groaning into the pillow, wiggling his boy-pussy provocatively. It felt good, warm, wet. Ted wanted the man's cock. McGreggor inserted his fingertip and Ted growled. "Yeah," the teenage boy purred. McGreggor probed further. It was good, hot, moist, sticky; a wee bit of shit but never mind. The boy-turd was firm not soft. It didn't matter. He tasted his finger. Lovely; smoky, musky, illicit. He wanted to be inside. McGreggor raised himself up. He rubbed his moist cock head on the lad's pinky-grey slit. Ted wriggled his pussy. "You want me to fuck you sonny?" whispered McGreggor. "You got a condom?" replied Ted. "I don't use them son," answered McGreggor. He rubbed his cock head a little harder. Ted's anus yielded a little. "I never fuck without them," said Ted into the pillow. Shit. He wanted the man's cock real bad. He'd never had one that big. Surely it would be OK, just this once. "Go on laddie," coaxed McGreggor. "It'll be OK. You'll love it." McGreggor pushed the head of his cock further. Oh fuck, it was opening. It was so good. Just let me in, laddie. Just let me in. Ted was sweating. But he didn't say anything further. He just leant forward with his wee pussy spread open. It was too much. McGreggor sank the entire head of his cock into the teenager's velvet colon. Ted howled and buried his head in the pillow. "It hurts," he cried, his voice muffled. "Be a brave boy for Daddy," replied McGreggor. The lad's tissue-thin colon was gripping his horse-cock, sucking it like a toothless puppy. McGreggor pushed in a few more inches and Ted bit into the pillow, drenched in sweet smelling sweat. The room filled with the aroma of man sex. "Go on son, go on now." "I don't know," hissed Ted through gritted teeth. It was stinging real bad, the barely human cock ripping him open. The man was too big. This was a mistake. "Aye, son," coaxed McGreggor. "Just a wee bit more." The pain was like an energy field. It was white, burning. Ted writhed. He sank off his knees onto the bedcover, McGreggor lying on top of him, trapping him, hugging him. McGreggor shoved his huge cock deep, deep into the teenage boy, prodding his spongy boy-clit, poking at the paper-thin lining of his guts. Drool dripped from Ted's mouth. But he was relaxing. The pain was easing, turning to heat. He gasped. He laughed. "Oh fuck man!" cried Ted. "Oh fuck that's good." McGreggor was in a trance. The boy's velvet pussy was gripping his cock like a vice, coating it in boy mucus. McGreggor was close. "You gonna let me seed you, son?" whispered McGreggor. "You gonna let Daddy do that?" "I don't know," whispered the boy. "Aye, go on," urged McGreggor. The middle-aged man was panting, sweating, trembling. He tensed, then it was too late. Hot, potent seed began to erupt from his massive cock like lava. Ted gasped as the warm cum coated his bruised anus. "Oh fuck," cried Ted. "Oh that's good man!" McGreggor withdrew with a plop, his half-heart cock coated in pink mucus. "Thanks son," he said gently, kissing Ted's sweet mouth. "Now, how about you use that nice wee mouth to get Daddy's cock clean for him?" Ted grinned. The man was a freakin' perv. He loved it. The next day, after a full English breakfast, Ted and McGreggor rejoined the motorway. "You know son, you'd be very welcome to come and stay at my castle for a few days if you want to explore the Highlands. And I have some friends who'd love to meet you, said McGreggor. "I'd like that," smiled Ted. Andy McGreggor is the writer of the increasingly popular Kindle books written under his name, all featuring raw fucking, boy-smells and often piss and fisting. I hope you enjoyed this story and I invite you look me up on Amazon. Andy McGreggor is the name.
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I was a horny young man whose dick stood at a more or less rigid angle so the tip of my 7" was a mere couple of inches from my belly when rock hard. This condition lasted until my mid to late twenties when I became more comfortable at a more horizontal angle. Getting sucked was hard unless the cocksucker lay on his back, hanging his head over the side of the bed so I could lean over him and fuck his mouth and throat, my sweaty balls laying and sliding over his nose. Anal was easier. I simply had the bottom lay on his stomach and I lay on his back and fuck him. It was comfortable for me and the bottoms liked it because I weighed less than 200 lbs. I had also fucked someone when we were standing up: he stood fully upright instead of bending-over as most assholes do when getting fucked standing up. We didn't complete the fuck at that time because we were in an open area, so we went to his place which was nearby so I could finish fucking him and get my rocks off in his ass. One fine Fourth of July when I was 22 my then lover and I had gone to a church picnic. The nice part was that few children attended and there was two restrooms, one for adults only, and another one on the other side of the expansive park marked "Families." I had been shooting the shit with Dave, a handome blond guy of 25 when we both had to take a piss. We went to the adults men's room, our cheap rubber flip-flops making noise as we walked, and we pissed in the trough urinal, then we started hugging. Dave then dropped to his knees and sucked on my dick which hardened in his mouth so I was at attention. He kissed it, and when he stood up I said "You have a great head on your shoulders." "I want to get fucked" was his reply. "Got lube?" I asked. He said he had been fucked a couple of hours before and the man's cum should still be in there. We didn't have any place to lay down and fuck so, I decided to just have him lean up against the concrete wall. Dave dropped his pants, stepped out of one leg and spread his legs a bit apart. I spat on his hole, stepped up close and shoved my dick up his ass. My love-missile rocketed up him as he grunted in appreciation for my stud services. I hilted myself and fucked him fast and good, holding his shoulders as I made love to him. I had read about a large manly jocker "performing a brutal act of sodomy in his punk up against the wall" in prison and thought of myself as the studly fucker putting his meat to his punk, using him for his sexual enjoyment as well as establishing himself as the man in the relationship while putting the punk in his place, in my mind, as a guy not worthy of being called a man. My pelvis rocked steadily, driving my dick back and forth in Dave's asshole as I fucked him with gay abandon. My dick felt good as I shifted my hands to his hips to steady us and get as much meat as possible up his ass with each thrust. I fucked him faster, harder, asserting my manhood and the fella's lack of manliness as my dick felt better and better. I then began counting down as I got close to cumming. I got my urges and then slammed it home and hilted myself as I began cumming in his ass in powerful rapid-fire spurts, the fireworks going off in both our heads as my prick pumped spunk up Dave's ass and my pleasure. Dave arched his back to get as much of my dick in his ass as possible and then I pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few times. I then rested as my dick finished pulsating with pleasure inside him and he lovingly massaged it with his talented ass muscles. A fat older balding man with a beard and glasses walked in and Dave glanced around and extended a greeting. "Who's the latest stud?" the man then asked, to which Dave replied "This is Hank" and introduced me to the older guy, named Ken, continuing to explain Ken had fucked Dave just a couple of hours earlier, so I had, in effect, used Ken's cum as lube. We men shook hands and I thanked him for his cum, and it had served as great lube. Ken and I then kissed and I disengaged from Dave, who who then sucked my dick clean and kissed it and my balls. Ken and I then embraced and french kissed while he used Dave's mouth instead of the urinal. Then we all disengaged. Ken and I left Dave on his own - until the next time we needed relief.
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Here is another hot HIV conversion story from the old bugshare site I am posting here for my bareback blog readers. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/conversion-story.html .......................... I was cruising at a porn shop and locked eyes with this cute boy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young—too young to be in a video arcade. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” Although the brevity of his replies made it difficult to read much into his comments, I was able to determine that my bluntness had taken him by surprise, but I was still encouraged: his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of guys loitered in the hall and insolently stared at us. I walked into to a glory hole booth and the youth followed me into the cubicle. I told him to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young boys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I pulled his shirt off, kissing him on the lips and licking his nips till he was moaning. Simultaneously I undid his jeans. His hard cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothing. His eyes popped when he spied my massive meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my rod. Another dick popped through the glory hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He apparently needed some inducement, so I gave him another hit of poppers. He took the cock down his hungry throat. I encouraged him, saying ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and married guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his ass. Naturally, he moaned in pleasure. I doused his crack with lube and, with some maneuvering, managed to rub my cock against his hole, slowly, very slowly pushing in. The cock on which the kid was sucking abruptly spasmed, and I was pleased to see the boy cough a bit: he had swallowed his first load. Another cock came his way. This time he showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his ass and plunged into his pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to push me out of his hole. I speared his cunt and pumped my deadly jizm into his rectal cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one load of venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out, and immediately spotted a guy with whom I had played. It was Rod, a poz black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his infected shaft and slid into the boy. I whispered to the neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the large black poz cock up his man cunt and a dick of unknown status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the local bath house. He mentioned in passing the youth had stayed until 3:00 A.M. and taken eight loads up the ass, and a dozen down his throat. As I made the rounds, I smiled, thinking how I would greet the young guy when I next saw him. Maybe Welcome to the club, boy!
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I found that I was more than a bit nervous as I waited for my doorbell to ring. What was getting ready to happen for me was something that I had never actually tried in the past because usually I was so cautious, but there was just something about this young man that made me want to take risks. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start again. I was trolling around in the Adam4Adam website the other night and happened upon a really beautiful young man. His profile stated that he was 18 years old, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, white, negative, and proudly sporting a 7 ½ inch cock. My mouth was already watering at this description as he sounded just good enough to eat, but then he really got to me by saying that he was a bottom boy. Next, I described myself to him. Being 30 years old, I’m a bit older than he is but it turns out he likes his men older. I’m 6’5” and weigh around 230 pounds. I’m also white and am quite hairy. Even though I’m a bit larger than he is physically, my cock is ½ inch shorter than his at just 7 inches. He liked my description, though, and decided we should meet. That was a little fast for me, but he sounded oh so tempting that I said yes. Now, here I was waiting for him to arrive. We had agreed on 5pm and it was a couple of minutes before 5. It was only natural that I would be nervous about whether or not this boy liked me. I have been told that I’m a pretty hot but you just never know with guys this young what they’ll actually think. When the doorbell rang right at 5pm on the dot, I jumped a little. Seeing him live and in person nearly made me speechless. He was so cute and I found myself a little in awe of him. “I’m Andy he said with a little smile. When I nodded, he came right into my arms and started to kiss me. I really was astounded at how fast he worked, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted him. My cock was already starting to rise to the occasion. Reaching around him, I pushed the door shut, hearing the lock automatically click into place. Heading straight to my bedroom, we kissed the entire way. However, once we were at the foot of the bed, he pulled back. Slowly, he started to undress, revealing his slim, smooth body. As he pulled off his thong, that massive, thick cock sprang forth. Wrapping his hand around it, he stroked it for me a few times. “Do you like it?” he said. “Oh my god! Do you even have to ASK?” I whispered. In fact, it was all I could do not to drop to my knees right at that moment. “Would you like to touch it?” he asked. Walking towards him like I was in a trance, I reached out and ran my finger from the base of his cock to the tip, where I was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. I leaned in and started to kiss him once more. He kisses like he was born to it. I wanted to swallow him whole. As our tongues performed a Tango, he started to unbutton my shirt. Then, he managed to push it off of my shoulders without ever breaking our kiss. Soon, my jeans followed and hit the floor. When he pulled back the next time, it was so he could drop to his knees before me and wrap his hand around my throbbing cock. It turned out that kissing wasn’t the only thing he was talented at. I put my hands on his head as he enveloped my cock with his warm, wet mouth and started to suck me in slowly, but deeply. I had to gasp when the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. Yes, this was one talented young man! I finally pulled him to his feet and pushed him back onto my king sized bed. We would have plenty of room to play. Lying on our sides, facing each other, we started to kiss again while rubbing our hard, wet cocks together. I started to feel like I simply had to be inside of him. Without words, we changed positions so that he was on all fours with me on my knees behind him. His ass was so luscious that I had to have a taste. Moving my tongue all around his little back puckered hole, I dipped it in and out several times. I could feel his ass walls smooth against the tip of my tongue and knew I was going to fuck him soon. Getting back into position, I grasped my steel like cock and moved the head of it around in circles at his opening. He moved his ass back against me, encouraging me to enter him. Pushing just the head in first, I asked him if he was ready for me to fuck him bareback. His affirmative groan was all I needed. I drove my raw cock all the way inside him over and over again while reaching around to stroke his leaden cock at the same time. It didn’t take very long for both of us to be ready. With a roar, I emptied my huge load of cum deep inside his ass while he filled my hand with his hot sweet cream. You might have thought that was it for a while, but my cock was still hard inside of him and didn’t seem to be going down at all. So instead of withdrawing, I started to move slowly in and out of him once more. The feeling was building again and before I knew it, I was shooting another big load of cum inside of him. That time depleted me somewhat and I withdrew my dripping cock from his tight wet little hole. Leaning down, I used my tongue to clean all of the cum from his ass. Reaching deep inside with the tip of my tongue, I used it like a spoon to scoop all of that cream up and out. Then I held him in my arms. We chatted some and I found out that he was currently a senior in the same high school that I had attended. That seemed to make it as if it was fate for us to meet. I was willing to buy into that, at least. “So will you take me out on a real date?” he asked. “Well, I haven’t gone on a date for a very long time. But maybe you can talk me into it,” I replied with a smile. “Do you like sushi?” “I don’t know. I’ve never had it before,” he said. “Maybe you can introduce me to it.” “I just might.” He had to leave because he had plans that night, but we texted while he was out dancing. It was heartwarming to hear that he has a crush on me. Then he asked me if he could come over later after he left the club. I thought, why not? So I left my key under the door mat for him. It was around 2 in the morning when I woke up to feel a warm naked body snuggled up against me. We started kissing and touching each other until I just had to fuck him again. He had no complaints, either, as I drove my burgeoning raw cock deep inside of him once more. After taking all of my hot load, we curled back up and went to sleep. The perfect end to a perfect day http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/03/18yo-high-school-senior-makes-my-night.html
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A bottom boy, who I've fucked a few times before, emailed me to see if I could find any other tops to fuck and breed him with me later that night. This kid is hot. He is 22 years old, five feet, eleven inches, 160 pounds, white, bi, and has an eight inch cut cock. I told him I'd look around and see what I could find. My top buddy, Alex, agreed to meet up with us that night at my place to fuck him. Alex is mostly top, super ripped, 27 years old, six feet, 170 pounds, with a huge ten inch cut cock. I want the bi bottom boy to really get stretched out good, unfortunately, Alex was the only other top I was able to track down. We were all supposed to meet at my place at 8:15. The bottom arrived shortly before 8. I didn't mind that he was a little early. We stripped-down and I suggested "Let me get this load in you before he arrives so you're all lubed up good. Ill be able to give you a second load after he blows in you." "You sure you will be able to give me two loads?" he asked as he dropped to his knees and began sucking on my dick. "Yeah, for sure. Now let's get this first one out." I laid him flat on his stomach and ate his hole out some, applying some spit to both his ass and my cock, and slid in. Fuck, this boy is tight. I put both my arms through his shoulders and begin pumping his ass with my rock hard cock. After a few minutes of that, I tell him to flip over on his back because "I wanna see you as I seed your ass." I hold his legs up and slide my cock back inside his tight, raw hole. I pump away at his hole. He begins twisting my tits. Fuck that feels good. "Beg for my load" I tell him. "Fucking blow it in me. Breed my ass up. Give me your fucking babies," he begs of me. "Here it fucking comes. Take my seed bitch" I yell as I shove my dick as deep inside his gut as possible. "There's your first load, bitch." As soon as I was done breeding his bi, neg ass; I received a text from Alex, the black top. He was pulling up. "The other top is here. Give your ass up to him like you just did to me." Alex knocks and comes in. I give him a kiss and lead him to my bedroom to present our bareback bottom boy for the night. He is pleased and strips down to reveal his ripped body and giant dick. Bi bottom boy begins sucking on his cock as I stand next to the other top. Eventually, he just starts going back and forth between both our cocks sucking on them. After a few minutes of that, I lay on the bed so that the bottom can suck on my cock while getting fucked doggy style from behind. Alex lines his big black bare dick up to the boy's hole and says "hope you're ready" as he slides on in. "Fuck. This hole feels so hot with all this cum in here" he says as he full enters the boy. "Yeah, I bred him before you got here" I confess. Alex smiles and pumps away at the boys now stretched out hole. He keeps him in the same position and continues to pound and pump the boy's ass full of his big black cock. When I could tell Alex was getting close, I tell the bottom to "beg for his load, bitch." He begs the top to "fucking breed my sloppy hole, man. Give me all your sperm. Load my ass up" "You want my raw load, bitch? Here it is" the top exclaims as he jams his big black dick as far inside the boys as it would go. After he finished draining his balls in the boy's ass, he switches places with me. I place my cock back against his, now trashed, hole. "I got a second load for you, boy" I tell him as I slide back inside. His ass feels marvelous. Totally covered inside with gobs of cum. Fucking paradise. Every time I go in and out of his ass, there is the sound of cum being squished around. This time I don't last as long, so when I am ready I grab his shoulders and tell him "here is your third load for the night. Be careful for what you wish for." I proceed to flood his ass with the last of my cum. "Fuck" I exclaim. After I withdraw my cock, I spend a minute or two eating his cummy hole out with my tongue. Delicious. We all just crash on the bed in a sweaty mess. "Damn, that was hot" the bottom boy says. "I know. You owe me now" I tell him. I give them all towels to clean up. I give them each a hug as they leave and thank them for coming over. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/01/double-teaming-bi-bottom-boy.html
