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[Not particularly bareback, though there is some bb sex in the story, but hot nonetheless...] When I started on my first cycle I was about nineteen. I had just entered college the year before but had already decided that I wasn't going to try for any teams as I didn't have time for it, but I wanted to keep working out and keep in shape. My desire to grow larger soon turned into an obsession as I became a serious, albeit young, bodybuilder and worked out six days a week. I had hit a plateau and been stuck there for months. I tried everything - varying my workout, vitamins, pills from magazines and such, but nothing really worked. This guy in the gym I was talking to one day then offered me roids. I thought about it for a bit - I knew the side effects, of course, but figured if I was only on them for a little while it wouldn't be a problem, right? I don't drink or do any drugs, so my kidneys and liver seemed okay. It wasn't until I'd been on the roids for two years that anybody ever mentioned it. Taylor, my boyfriend for the last four months or so, asked if I ever thought about the side effects. I told him of the kidney and liver stuff and how I always checked out okay. "Not that," he said. "Look at your balls, man." My balls had always been a little small. I have small genitals and will admit it; it's never really mattered as I've always been a bottom. I'm okay with it, and never thought anybody really cared until Taylor said something. "That can't be good for you," he said. "Have you ever tried injecting natural testosterone?" "You need a prescription for it. I'll try to cut back, though." I meant it, too - I really liked Taylor, and if he wanted me to cut back then I would at least make the effort. The problem was, when I did I started losing mass. I'm 6'1", and went from 240 to 230 in just a week. I went back on them. Taylor said he understood, but still wished I could give them up. Once my attention had been brought to my balls I started paying more to them. The longer I was on the roids the more they shrivelled. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it, but Taylor seemed to actually enjoy that particular effect - he liked having a huge lover with a small cock, and not much in the way of balls. We lay in bed one night, him fonding me, and he brought the topic up again. "I've been thinking," he said. "We could get you a prescription for testosterone patches." "Yeah? How?" "Well, we'd simply need to prove a medical need for it. You would have to stop producing it otherwise." "I doubt I produce it now." "So do I, but we would need to guarantee it, and there's only one way we could do that." "What?" I asked the question already knowing the answer. "Castrate you." He let that soak in for a bit and then continued. "You've already essentially done it to yourself, and you've said before that they didn't do much. If you actually didn't have testicles, then you could get the prescription." "I don't know..." Castration seemed a little severe. "Ah, it's just a though. No big deal." He rolled over. I thought about it that night, and the next, and for some time. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, but I wanted to go further. I wanted all of my more or less useless genitals gone, just smoothed over. So, one day I told Taylor. "Remember how you said I should just have myself castrated?" "Yeah." "What would you think about me having a smooth groin, no cock, no balls, no nothing?" A lump grew in his jeans, and I knew he needed no convincing. The real problem now was finding someone capable of doing the operation safely. At the time we were just looking for someone to cut my balls out - we knew my cock would be harder to get rid of so figured we'd wait on it. It took two months, but we found somebody. The guy used to be a medic in the Marines. We talked to him a bit on the phone and told him about me. He seemed excited by the prospect of castrating a guy like me. We drove down to see him. He met us at the door wearing just shorts. The guy was about 35, pretty well built. He shaved his head bare and looked like he did his body too. He invited us in and looked me over, seeming pleased. "Why don't you get naked and we'll get started?" I stripped down and he gave me a quick exam to make sure I wasn't going to have a coronary or anything when my balls came off. While he did, Taylor and I talked to him a bit. "So how did you get into this, anyway?" Taylor asked him. "Cough," he told me, and I wondered why he cared about my shriveled nuts. "When I was in the service I had to do one once on a boy who got shot through his balls. I was in him, cutting the things out, and as I did it got more and more horny. This kid was about to lose his manhood, and I was taking it from him. "Got me thinking. This kid was a Marine, the best of the best, supposedly the manliest of men, and he had no balls. Thinking about it got me horny, and I wanted to do it again. "I got lucky as hell about it nearly a year later when some boys got into a fight over something; I never knew what. My guess was a woman because one of them tried to slash at the other boys' groin with a bayonet. He got him square in the scrotum but the other kid still stood - that boy was an ox, he was - and started beating the other boy in. Got so pissed he started kicking the other boy in the crotch so hard he crushed both of his balls. "So here I come in. The boy who get kicked was treated first, and his both had to go. I was almost so horny after finishing him that I couldn't do the other boy. "I examined him and saw that he would be fine - he got cut, and you bleed a lot there," he looked up at me, "Bend over son," then just continued as he probed my prostate. "I'm ashamed to say it, but even though the boy's testicles were fine I told him they were gangrenous and had to go. "The kid took it like a man, though. I cut his suckers out and nearly came when I did it. When I left the first thing I did was go to the showers and jack off. When I got out I looked at my underwear; they were soaked in precum." He stood up. "You're good enough, boy. Come on." We followed him into the room he did this stuff in. "After that I was an addict. Anytime a kid had anything wrong with his balls, I used every excuse I could to nut him, even if I could only take one. Pretty soon, my desires changed a little." We walked into the room. It was a miniature operating room with a table in the middle, sink, cabinets, and a tray with some instruments and such on it. He yanked off his shorts to reveal his groin. Taylor and I both noted with some surprise that he had been castrated as well, but more...his cock had been mostly cut off too, leaving just a stub about an inch long, and currently as erect as a stub can get. "As you can see, I decided that I wanted to be cut a bit as well." He lay me on the table and put my feet into stirrups hanging from the ceiling, then strapped me down to the table. He stuck my cock with an anesthetic and while it went numb kept talking. "Castrating other guys was still a thrill, but I wanted more. As time went on I realized that what I was doing to these other guys was what I wanted to have done to myself. So,after getting up the courage," he was now putting disinfectant all over my cock, "I castrated myself. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I managed it and nobody found out. I took two days sick, as I was still a Marine at the time, but afterwards managed to recover quickly. I was back on my feet in a day or so, although, I don't recommend working out for at least a week." He washed his own hands and put on rubber gloves, laying out his tools while he waited for the disinfectant to dry. "The thing was, even after castrating myself I wanted more. I prescribed myself testosterone shots, and it was like nothing had really changed. I wanted more. "It took a long time, but eventually I managed to find someone willing to do it. He said he knew how to do this sort of thing, and that he had done them before. I believed him. "He put a catheter in my cock anesthitized it, then cut all the way around the base. It seemed like all was going well until I started bleeding big time. He didn't seem to know exactly what to do, and as he started to panic I had to talk him through it as I lost consciousness. "I found out later he had ended up calling a hospital. They fixed me up okay but I never saw my 'cutter' again...good thing to; I would have killed him. They asked what happened, and I told him the last thing I remembered was being hit over the head with something heavy. They seemed to buy that. "It took a few weeks to recover. I was transferred to a military hospital to recuperate and offered a medical discharge, I think just out of pity. I faked remorse - I was pretty pissed off about it, but secretly happy that most of my cock had been removed. "I took the discharge, and here I am. I still get off on this stuff, and like gelding men willing to let me." "So how many have you done?" I asked him. "I'm numb, by the way." "Twenty, maybe twenty-five. All manly men." "We are looking for someone to take his cock, by the way," Taylor mentioned. "You want us to let you know if we find anybody reliable?" "Hell yes - I want all of this," he motioned toward his mutilated groin, "off! You ready, son?" he asked me. I nodded. He started slowly with the scalpel. It hurt a little - enough to be annoying, but not really painful. The first incisions were vertical, down the length of my rather small scrotum. Once the cuts had been made, he worked out the balls with his hands. They looked so naked - like little raisins. Once the first was out, he snipped it off and tied off all the blood vessels and the vas deferens, then did the same with the other. After some quick cleanup work with blood vessels, and removing as much of my scrotum as he could safely do, he stitched me up and wrapped a tight bandage about my cock. Afterwards we sat around and talked some. Taylor got naked as well and they fooled around a little. Later, after I felt like walking, I downed a plate of aspirin and we headed out to get some dinner - I had been told not to eat beforehand and was starving. We all seemed to get along really well together, actually, and ended up making plans for a threesome whenever I healed. Heal I did, and quickly. I went on the testosterone patches Tom prescribed for me almost immediately. Within a week my cock didn't hurt any more, even when I got erect, and there was no blood in my cum. I was still a little nervous about sex, though, so waited a few more days, about to burst - no sex in a week and a half; I was about to explode. About two days later I pretty much tackled Taylor. He fucked my brains out. It felt like his cock was hitting the base of my brain, and I remembered that he hadn't had sex in a week and a half either. I even fucked him a little, just to make sure everything really was okay. It felt fine; a little sore later but no other problems. We invited Tom over for the promised threesome, and it was okay. He was really into dildos, so my ass hurt a bit after he gave me a working over. He also like to get fucked himself, so we settled on Taylor working his ass and me playing with his stub in my mouth. He really seemed to get off on the muscle trip, and when we went to standing position would have me flex while he felt it and I sucked. The testosterone patches weren't quite as good as the normal roids but worked, albeit slowly. I wore three or four at a time when Taylor wasn't looking; he only wanted me on one or two, max. What happened was that the steroid muscle slowly turned into more lasting tissue - normally when you go off them, you lose the extra muscle pretty quick. I did lose some, but with the huge testosterone boost I was getting it helped pick up some of the slack. The first time I went back to the gym after my castration I worked out as normal, in fairly snug shorts and a tank, which quickly ended up in my bag. I had shaved my body before coming and hadn't gotten to show off to anybody but Tom in the last week or so. I got the reaction I look for - smaller guys looking at me with awe, larger ones with envy, and the truly huge with more understanding. After stretching/preening a bit, I went into my set as usual. I'd lost a little from the week off, but my energy level was high so overall did well. When done I dropped my shorts and walked in the showers as usual, not even thinking about my recent alteration. I soaped up and watched the guys come into the shower after me, and gave them the usual show. I did notice more of my hair coming out on top, which took my attention for a moment. I turned around to wash my hair and then remembered: I had no balls - these guys could see that, easily, especially with my small cock! I turned back around and washed, worried that somebody had noticed. I didn't hear anything, though, so when done I wrapped my towel about myself loosely and got dressed quickly. Some of the guys I usually saw bullshitted with me, and I was pretty sure nobody noticed. As the weeks passed, I started taking more chances - showering the old way, back towards the wall for longer periods, wondering if anybody would notice or even care. I still got looks at my body but nobode seemed to see it. I figured they were too entranced by the muscle. I heard a comment about my small cock once but still they didn't say anything about the absence of testicles. When Taylor found a guy who said he could do a penectomy, I thought all that was over with. The guy turned out to be a fake, so I won a small reprieve. About a month later he contacted a guy who seemed to be for real, though. He could do the whole deal, he claimed - urethral relocation, total penile tissue removal, the whole bit. We decided to have it done in about a month, when the guy could take a vacation. I got even more bold showing off my genitals, and finally one guy seemed to notice. His name was Andy. Nice guy, probably gay, nearly as well built as me - better chest, worse legs, hot. We were dressing at adjacent lockers and he asked me if I was on roids. "Sorta," I told him. "Got patches." "Just thought I'd point it out, man," his voice got lower, "Your balls are tiny, dude." "No, they're not," I told him, smiling. "Man, I can hardly see 'em...some guys have been talking about it." "They're not small, man, they're gone." He snorted at this and then looked at me wide-eyed. "You're kidding me. You don't have balls?" "Had 'em removed about two months ago so I could get patches and go off the roids. Liver damage n' all. Here..." I whipped it out. "Feel it." He wrapped his hand around my cock and tried to feel for them. It got me hard, of course. "So you can still get a hard on?" "Yeah, the patches are testosterone so everything still works. Cum's a little weird - clear, and not much of it. Otherwise it's all the same, at least, for another two weeks." "What happens then?" "I'm getting my cock cut off." He just stood there for a second, and looked at my cock in his hand. He looked me over for a second or two, then back down, his own cock slowly becoming hard. "Holy shit." We both got dressed in silence, me wondering what he would say and silently cursing myself for letting it spill. I had kind of wanted to and kind of didn't, but now it was done. I kept glancing at him, trying to make out an expression. "Totally smooth, huh?" he finally spoke. "Yeah." Another pause. "Can I get a friend the same deal?" Andy wanted his lover cut as well. He told me they both had some fantasies about it for awhile but had never taken them seriously because they didn't think that sort of thing was possible. Andy didn't have much in the way of balls either but his cock was nice. His lover was about average as well in the ball department, but like me, had a tiny cock. He was even worse off, though - even erect it looked like all he really had was a head poking out of some skin. Andy wanted to be castrated as well but liked his cock, and actually was looking into enlargement. We contacted the surgeon and he said he could do three, just not all on the same day. The two weeks passed all too slowly. When the weekend came for it to happen we were all pretty nervous. Tom and I were sititting on our couch. Andy was pacing and his boyfriend, a guy named Curtis, was playing Solitaire on the computer. Taylor had gone to pick up the cutter from the airport we flew him into. With his two seater he had to go alone, leaving the rest of us here to get nervous as hell. Tom spoke up. "Any of you want to use those cocks of yours one last time? I'm fuckin' horny as hell." All three of us spoke up, so ended up pairing off. Curtis and Tom made it on the couch while Andy and I took each other on the floor. Andy was usually a top and I a bottom, but since it was my cock that was about to get cut off we switched, at first anyway. It was only the second time I'd fucked anybody since I'd been castrated myself. It still felt a little weird; I kept expecting to feel my balls swinging at least a little bit. When I came it felt different too - without the cum to be forced out of my testicles, the only spew came from my prostate. I'd always been aware of that feeling before, but never noticed it what with the cum spurting out. Now that I did, it felt like the orgasm came from not just my balls, but my whole midsection. It was definitely different. We swapped places and went at it again. As he kept pounding into me I decided that having my cock gone would easily be the best thing for me - much as I liked using it, being on the receiving end was so much better. Right as Andy came in me I looked up to see the door open and Taylor walk in with the cutter. When I saw the cutter, I came - not because of what he looked like but what he was going to do to me. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he jibed. He introduced himself as Eric. Andy and I finished up and washed off, and Tom and Curtis soon followed. Once we were all clean, dry, and naked, the cutter had most of his stuff set up in the bathroom. We figured that it was the best place since the blood would be easier to clean. Eric was a pretty good looking guy with slender, compact muscles. Tom was going first, so as he prepped him we talked a little. He had done four penectomies so far and two straight castrations. Turned out he was a med school student. He had gotten started when a transsexual he'd met offered him $500 to emasculate him/her. He ended up getting a real thrill out of it, and afterwards the transsexual made sure he had more business. Still, he wasn't really into effeminate men and said the chance to nullify real men was way more of a turn on. I didn't get to watch as Tom's stub got removed. The bathroom was too small to fit in an observer as well as Tom, Eric, and Taylor, who was acting as surgeon's assisstant since he was the only one not getting something removed. The rest of us just watched TV naked, jacking off or being jacked as we got horny. After two hours or so Tom was done. He was way groggy from the painkillers, so we put him on my bed with a towel between his legs. He was conscious enough to know to stay there and not play with his crotch, anyway. I was next. Eric dabbed on the disinfectant and I watched his erection grow as he looked at my body. Within minutes I was lying in the tub with my legs spread, groggy and barely conscious from the drugs and trying nto to squirm from the catheter being inserted down my pisshole. I watched as the scalpel dug into my cock for the first time. It hurt, but it was an odd kind of hurt, like somebody else was the one being cut or it was my cock but far away. Within minutes I was watching Eric slide it off of the catheter and dropping it into the tray Taylor held. Taylor looked like he could have supported the tray himself with his erection. Maybe it was just the drugs, but it looked as big as I'd ever seen it. After that the drugs really kicked in hard and I drifted. I was vaguely aware of Eric poking a new pisshole out lower down but it wasn't as clear or intense a feeling as the cuts into my groin had been. Then, it was all over. Taylor washed me off while Eric left, and then he and Andy carried me in next to Tom, who was passed out. I didn't wake up until the next day. I felt like I'd had the worst hangover of my life - my head was pounding, my muscles aching, and every time I moved my groin screamed at me. Tom was still next to me. "Hey...you awake?" I muttered. "Yeah." "Did they leave us any painkillers?" "Yeah. Just a second." He leaned way to the right and grabbed a bottle of pills and a thermos. "Here. Don't take more than two." The water was warm, but it helped me get them down. After half an hour or so they kicked in. I felt nauseous but better. A glance at the clock told me it was 7. Taylor walked in. "I thought I heard voices in here. How are you two feeling?" We both groaned in unison. "You two hungry at all? Curtis and I were going to run out and get some pancake mix or something for breakfast before he and Andy get cut." I wasn't hungry, so just nodded my head. "You guys want a TV in here?" Neither of us seemed to. "Okay. We'll be back in a bit. Andy'll check on you every few minutes or so." Andy did so about ten minutes later, and that was the last time I saw him as a man with testicles. I dozed off until that afternoon, and by the time I was awake he was a eunuch and Curtis a smooth as me and Tom. We felt okay to watch TV by that point and eat a little bit. Eric was staying until Sunday. He came in and changed the dressings and hung out a little bit. I wanted to walk some but he wouldn't let me. The most embarrassing part of the whole deal was that I couldn't even piss freely. Even with the new pisshole there was still the catheter since I couldn't walk. I had to pity Taylor as he was the one to empty them all. By Sunday Andy was up and about, albeit slowly. We said our goodbyes to Eric and he made us promise to send pictures. After that Tom and I dosed up and spend the next day in a daze. Around Tuesday I was able to walk slowly. Anytime my legs rubbed against my catheter it hurt like a bitch, so I had to waddle with them slightly apart. I had enought muscle control to keep from pissing myself, though, and Wednesday the catheter came out. My whole midsection was black and blue, and Eric had left strict instructions that I was not to work out for at eleast two weeks. Andy and Curtis went home then but said they'd give us a call in a week or so if we wanted to get together. Tom stayed at our place all week until we were both moving again, then took off himself. That Saturday I could wear pants again. As weird as not having a dick was, it was weirder having the cotton of my underwear rub against it. Taylor and I fucked like crazy as soon as I felt up to it. It was really weird - I would get a very slight tightness in my groin when I should have had an erection, and then when I managed to cum, there was an orgasm but, without a prostate, nothing came out, not even the slight dribble I had become used to. My nipples got a lot more sensitive without the comparatively more powerful stimulation my cock used to give. For that matter, my whole skin seemed more sensitive. The orgasm came from deeper inside me now, instead of just my cock or absent balls. I started back at the gym as soon as I could - I had a lot to make up, what with not doing anything for two weeks. My muscles were straining for a workout. My usual admirers were there too, as was Andy. I kept noticing surprised looks when they glanced at my crotch, now totally empty. There was still a nasty yellowish bruise, but it was healing quickly. Andy seemed to enjoy teasing them, and eventually showed off his groin, with its nice cock and no testicles. Once my bruise was gone, I tried working out one day in tight briefs, showing without doubt that there was nothing down there. It was weird - when I had been castrated I worried about people finding out. Now that I was totally nullified, I enjoyed showing it off - I wanted people to know. There was the occaisional nervous comment about it, and I'm sure people talked, but this time I didn't care. Taylor seemed to be really enjoying it, too. He didn't have to bother with reacharounds if I couldn't cum before him any more, and even though I was taking the testosterone like crazy, my sex drive had decreased. Sometimes I didn't cum but didn't want to, and well, sometimes I pretty much had to attack him. Andy told me about Curtis every once in awhile. Apparently he had a hard time at first but was better now. Curtis didn't want hormones and was planning on slimming down anyway - he just wanted to be Andy's tool, used when necessary. Andy said he had been having hot flashes pretty badly and night sweats, but they had mostly disappeared at this point, and he was happy being for the most part asexual. Andy himself hadn't had any problems at all. He was still on megadoses of hormone and loving it.
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Year ago, when I was starting to deal with my thing for men, I was too afraid of being outed to go to the gay bars here in Chicago. But I was curious about who was going there, so I would walk by again and again, looking at the guys going in and out. One night, after spending hours of going back and forth, I saw a big black bodybuilder coming out, wearing only ripped bib overalls. I was amazed, as he did not fit the stereotype of a gay guy. He walked out on the sidewalk in front of me. I followed him until he reached a corner with a stoplight and stopped. So I walked up behind him. He turned and saw me there, and gave me the onceover and quick smile. He turned back away. I was so turned on, that I couldn't help myself – I said, "Hey, how are you?" He looked back and smiled and said, "Feeling good, and you?" He then asked if I had been in --------, and I said no. I could see a confused look pass over his face, so I added, "I'm too afraid to go in there, I have a wife." He smiled again, and we just sort of stood there. The light changed, and he looked at me and said, "Are you going my way?" I didn't know what to do or say, so I followed him. We talked a bit more as we walked. I felt so small next to him. At that time, I was fairly lean, 5'9" and 155 pounds. He was about 5'11" and 235 pounds. The muscles of his thick shoulders, traps and arms rippled under his jet-black skin, all of which seemed to be radiating heat. It was intoxicating to me. Eventually we reached his car. He looked at me patiently, and said, "Do you want to go to my place?" I was a bit scared, but overwhelmed by lust, so I said yes. I ran to my car on the next street over, and followed the directions he gave me to his apartment building, which was located by supersized local mall. I took the elevator to his floor and knocked on the door. He opened the door, grinned, and said, "I wasn't sure you'd actually show up." He let me in. His place was incredibly clean and neat. He led me to the couch and sat down next to me. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head, relaxing. I started to ask him questions. The more relaxed he became; the tenser I became. I was scared to do anything with him, because at that time, gay men meant HIV, and HIV meant certain death. He told me that he was clean and had been tested, but I wasn’t sure. I hesitated. He got a little frustrated. “Do you want to see my results?” I said no. There was a long awkward pause. He got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with glasses of water for us. Before he sat back down next to me, he unbuckled his overalls, exposing his torso – defined pecs, massive lats, and rippling abs. He looked at me, and said, “Yes or no?” I said yes. He asked me to stand up. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. He also unbuttoned my shorts and slid them off, leaving me standing there in my white Calvin Klein briefs. He ran a hand down my arm and pulled me closer to him. He cupped my ass and let out a soft growl. But then he backed off. He said, “I have to admit, I’m a bit intimidated.” Shocked, I asked why. “I don’t think I’ve ever hooked up with a guy who thinks of himself as straight and has a wife.” Afraid that he was about to call it all off, I reached out and felt his chest. He smiled. He raised an arm and flexed. “Like that?” I said yes, and felt it. Then he pulled me in tight and had me wrap my arms around him. He was radiating heat, masculine energy. I couldn’t believe I was there with him. With us still standing, he dropped to his knees and pulled off my briefs, watching as my rock-hard dick popped out of my briefs as he pulled them down. He hanked on my dick for a second, and tasted it. He stood up and pulled me onto him as he sat down on the couch. I was on my knees between his legs. I reached up to his pecs, feeling them up. He reached up and grabbed my head, and guided it to his nipples. I kissed them. And licked them. Then I kissed and licked my way down to his crotch, which was still hidden in his overalls. But I could feel his dick, which was hard. I felt him up. His cock was not huge, not small, but a little bigger than average, and certainly bigger than mine. He watched me exploring his crotch. Finally, he said, “You’re making me want to do something I rarely want to do.” I asked what that was. “Fuck. I usually don’t go there, but with you, I want it. I want that ass of yours.” He waited as I as thought about it. He was only the third man I had ever been with, and none had fucked me. Not really. The second man tried to fuck me for a minute in the shower as we cleaned up from messing around, but I stopped him. I was desperate to try it. Somewhat sheepishly, I said okay. He got up and led me to his bedroom. He sat me on the bed, and disappeared into the bedroom. When he came back, he had lost his overalls, and his semi-hard clock flopped back and forth as he walked. He had a bottle of body lotion with him. “Lay back,” he said, as he moved to the side of the bed. He reached down and grabbed my legs, and pulled me close to the edge of the bed. He pushed my legs up and over my head, pulled my ass up to him, and buried his face in my ass. I was stunned. No one had ever done that to me. And I couldn’t believe that he, a body god, was licking my ass. It felt strange. I was twisted in a pretzel, with a powerful black man slurping in my ass. Soon my ass felt wet, and dripping. He lowered my ass back down to the bed, while grabbing the lotion. He poured some into his hand, and wrapped it around his cock. At that moment, I realized that he had deliberately soaked my ass, so he could fuck me with the body lotion and his spit, not with lube, or with a condom. I wanted to stop him. But no words came out. I wanted to be fucked so badly, I just couldn’t back out. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, and pulled my legs straight up, against his muscular chest. He opened them and leaned down and in. I felt the warmth of his hard cock press against my ass… and then work its way to my hole. I momentarily panicked. I could not let him fuck me without a condom. I pushed back. I looked up and saw that he was watching me. “Don’t worry, I won’t cum in you. I wouldn’t do that to you.” I relented. He pushed forward, piercing my tight ass. His head dropped, and he moaned. “Damn, baby, you’re tight.” He pinned me beneath him, and pushed forward. The feeling of him moving deeper inside me was intense. I realized at that moment, there was nothing I could do. He had me pinned down, and was so heavy and muscular, I couldn’t get him off of me even if I wanted to. I thought to myself, “This must be how women feel when they are raped.” He started gently moving in and out of my ass, while watching me. I was too embarrassed to look back at him. I closed my eyes, as he fucked me. Despite some stinging from the lotion, it felt good. Really good. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his huge lats, and ran them down his back to his butt. Feeling his round, huge glutes flex as he penetrated me was incredibly erotic. He fucked me like a slow-moving, unstoppable piston. It felt so good. Suddenly, he slowed down and slowly backed out of me. He turned and disappeared to the bathroom and came back. His cock was semi-soft and looked dry. “Grab your dick and work it,” he commanded. Laying on my back, with my feet on the bed, I started to stroke my dick. I wanted him to re-enter me, but I quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen. He pushed me legs apart at my knees and pulled my legs around his waist. I could feel his cock against my ass and legs. He reached down, tickling my balls on his way to my hole. He plunged a finger into my ass, which caused me to moan. He gently fingered my prostate while I stroked my dick. I was embarrassed that he was doing that to me. I’m not sure why. But it felt incredible, and suddenly, I erupted in orgasm, spraying my cum over my head and onto his bed with the first shot, and then on my face and chest with the remaining blasts. “That was hot,” he said. “Don’t you want to cum,” I asked. He said, “I’m good. You’re a great fuck.” I was surprised that he didn’t want to cum. I thought maybe I didn’t turn him on. I quickly got dressed and ready to leave. He hugged me as I left. As I walked back to my car, I noticed a sensation I hadn’t before. My ass felt like it was leaking. At first I thought that it was just the wetness from the rim job he had done. But as the leaking feeling lasted for several hours, I wondered if maybe he had cum in me, despite his promise not to. To this day, I don’t know if he was the first man to breed me or not. Three weeks later, I went to Oak Street beach with my wife. As we were lying on beach, getting some sun, three muscular guys passed by us, walking about 20 feet down the beach from us. I didn’t check them out at first, but my girlfriend sat up and watched them as they stripped down to their shorts and get in the water. When they got out of the water, my girlfriend said, “They must be gay.” Sitting up to look for the first time, I asked why she said that. “They were all over each other in the water, and look, it looks like they’ve got boners now.” I looked at them: there were three, two white guys and a big black guy with his back to me. The white guys did seem to have boners. As I watched, the black guy grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his back and started to turn sideways. He was hard too. And then he turned to face us. It was him, my man, the bodybuilder. I froze, scared to death. He saw me, and very subtly winked, and turned back to his friends. That was not the last time I saw him.
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Anybody else fascinated by Flex Xtremmo's hole? I swear it's getting bigger with an expanding gape with each new clip. Check out his recent scene with Marco Rubi (called Rear View). Flex tops, but the view of his butt and open hole is incredible. He's got one of those cunts that you can tell gets fucked a lot. The area around his hole is kinda discoloured and distended - a sure sign of a regularly-used fuck hole. His threesome in Manservant is a great set up: muscle houseboy who is obliged to suck dick and get fucked when his employer orders it. HOT! I'm figuring Flex is one in-demand escort in West Hollywood, regularly hired for LA parties as a fuck toy for guests, required to strip naked lay back, lift his legs and display his man cunt, ready for use. A helluva way to earn a green card. LOL. Okay, so he ain't done bareback (onscreen) yet. But, surely it's only a matter of time....
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I was born in '65, between the end of the beatnick era and the beginning of the hippie era. I had my first orgasm, and then my first piece of ass, while still in high school. As I reached eighteen the scourge of AIDS had began big time. My father was a doctor who had been among the first to see the first casualties in our city. Dad perused the latest news about the disease, and after learning about it he lectured me about safe sex, including getting a steady girlfriend and using latex condoms. I myself was scared shitless when I read the first news about AIDS in the papers and weekly news magazines. At eighteen I started biting my nails, not because I was nervous, but because I knew I would be masturbating a lot and didn't need the pesky dead white on the ends getting in the way of a good wank. I also progressed beyond heterosexual sex by discovering gay sex. I already knew I was cut out to be the Top in relationships. The old hackneyed stereotype of gay men being limp-wrist-long-nails sissies who want to be women was a crock of bullshit. Getting my cock sucked by a man and fucking ass made sex with women as boring as what time it is. The thought of being penetrated, whether orally or anally, turned me off, especially after trying the bottom role just once each hole. By the time I was nineteen my father had found out that getting fucked in the ass was the primary route to catching the HIV, but my family hadn't yet found out I was gay. I masturbated alot and even joined circle jerks, being careful to choose mutual masturbation partners who kept their nails under control as in bitten or clipped to the nubs like mine, especially after a friend had his dick cut by an errant fingernail of a mutual jack off partner in a previous session and then caught the bug by fucking a cunt after a poz man had cum in it and pulled out. I never went for the fad styles of other guys under thirty, instead opting for a classic clean-cut appearance because it was also part of my employer's grooming standards. So, we well-groomed men worked the sales floor, the longhairs and grungy guys and gals worked in the backroom unseen by customers. I would have liked a crew cut, but back then only old geezers and what some refer to as "challenged" had them. Unfortunately in my early twenties I contracted the virus from a cut and found out from a routine test at my yearly physical. I went on meds and was told that even on meds I could infect someone. After getting that devastating news I had primarily masturbated, as well as received blow jobs and fucked an ass maybe once a a month or so, almost always while wearing a condom. One thing I had wanted to do was join the annual Beach Frolic outdoor orgy at the nude beach where the fuzz and the security guards, instead of harassing the adults having sex in the huge fenced-off festival area, did their jobs keeping minors, rowdies and other undesirables away from the area. I was twenty-five when I finally had the chance to go there, the previous years' plans having been ruined by one thing or another. Now that I knew I was positive, I decided to fuck more asses because I liked how good an ass felt around my dick, and I also enjoyed pumping my seed into asses at least as much as I enjoyed using someone's mouth for a cunt, cumming in a mouth, and then watching the cocksuckers swallow my load. I prepared for the fuck fest by not getting off for almost a week and buying a tube of lube that I could carry under a rubber strap on my upper arm. I wanted to get at least half a dozen loads off at the orgy, preferably in as many neg guys. I took a small lunch and bottle of water, dressed in a wife-beater, old cutoff jeans and flip flops, and carried my spare wallet which held a few bucks and my ID. I headed to the bus stop and caught the first bus downtown where I transferred to a second bus which took me and a few others to the beach. Once we got off the bus we started talking as we made our way past the crowded parking area to the gate. One guy there was a bisexual with his girlfriend. He seemed to express interest in me despite walking hand in hand with her. They both had long hair and looked like the hippies of two decades before. Another guy was a fat balding older gent who some would say was past his prime, but I could tell he was going to get his rocks off in someone. The entrance gate listed the admission price, as well as posted the rules. The admission and locker rentals were reasonable and the rules prohibited minors and animals, scat, prostitution/hustling, fighting, rape, glass containers, drunkenness, illegal drugs and pot and a few other acts and items. It also advised condoms and contraception, regulated fisting and the size of dildos. Nothing mentioned AIDS. I paid the admission price and my hand was stamped. A dollar locker rental trailer was one of the concessions lining one fence. I decided, that since it was a nude affair, and that my clothes and lunch would be safer in a locker, I gave the attendant my dollar and the key deposit, took the key which had a thick elastic cord like the ones at bathhouses and joined others on a couple of long benches in front of the lockers. I stripped, put everything in my locker and slathered on the sunscreen with the help of another guy whom I helped with his. That done I put my sunscreen in the locker, strapped the key to my upper right arm and my tube of lube to my upper left arm with the two-inch band cut from motorcycle inner tube that happened to fit just right. The usual smells of suntan oil, sea air, etc. filled the air, but the scent of poppers was also evident. I stopped at a drinking fountain to tank up so I'd have enough to both keep hydrated and enough to give someone a golden shower or a drink of warm beer on tap. I walked through the place giving it the once-over. Most of the heterosexual action took place near the entrance, the bi-action further on where the row of porta-johns was located, and most of the gay action was at the other end where, of course, I ended up. Some revelers were simply laying on the ground, or sitting on towels shooting the bull, others were engaged in various sex acts. I noticed the fat old man I had seen at the gate was foot-69ing with a college guy, each sucking each other's toes as their dicks gradually hardened. About then I found my first conquest, who was a tall guy, about my age, with long hair and a beard. He was standing near the loosely-defined boundry between the gay and bi areas. He wore a wedding ring, but that didn't stop him from cruising me. "Hi" I said, as he gave me the once-over. "Hi. You a Top?" he asked me. "Positive." I replied, wondering if he knew what I meant. He knelt right there, sucked my cock into his mouth, giving me good head. He seemed to love sucking my cock and I stood tall and proud, looking at the top of his head and his long undulating hair as he pumped back and forth on my prick. My balls felt good on his beard. After about ten minutes he got tired, and accepted my suggestion that I take over and fuck his ass. He agreed and even had his own lube. He lay on his stomach while I smeared lube on my hard penis. I then mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my weight drive it home. He flinched just a little. Later he mentioned that mine was the first cock he had had in his ass for a couple of weeks, and that I had made his ass feel real good. I would have liked to cum in his mouth and have him swallow my load, but I figured I'd have someone else's mouth for that. As it was, I expected him to suck my dick clean after I finished cumming in him. As I fucked him, another male-male couple lay near by. Unlike me, the Top in that relationship rolled a condom on his cock before they began fucking. However the guy I was fucking seemed oblivious to safe sex, which worked for me. I had already pozzed a couple of neg asses and discovered how more intense was the orgasm when I fucked a guy raw, and how much better my dick felt when I pumped my charged load up a neg ass. I sure enjoyed fucking poz and neg holes more so than before I caught the bug. Even though I lacked a beard I considered myself better looking and more masculine than the asshole I was fucking and simply enjoyed myself as I fucked him to a good feeling climax and then pumped my first load of the day into him, my penis pulsing with excitement as I filled his most likely neg. hole with my potent spunk. I thrust numerous times after my I ejaculating to make sure my sperms' loads would enter his system before resting and pulling out and helping him to his knees so he would suck my dick clean. Even though he failed to kiss my cock and balls he did suck it clean and then went to fuck his wife. The other couple were still in the middle of their fuck when I left to find a watersports bottom to empty my bladder on or in. The watersports area was right at the shore where the waves came up to dissipate at the bottoms laying or sitting in the wet sand at the feet of the Tops standing over them. I walked past the straight action and a pair of lesbians to the gay area where a bottom was laying on his back while several men stood around him urinating on him. Nearby another bottom was on his knees with a man's dick in his mouth, his adams apple bobbing as he gulped the stud's piss from his dick. The pee-drinker then sucked off of the man's cock and kissed it. Both then left. I stood waiting for someone to come drink my piss but since nobody came I joined the other men giving the bottom a golden shower, aiming my piss at his crotch adding to the piss in his pubes. I headed to the rimming area where a row of rim chairs were set up. Two men and a woman were getting rimmed, and a couple of rimmers were under vacant chairs. I sat on the chair with a man under it. He seemed to like my ass so he kissed and rimmed it for a while. A man sat on the chair with the woman under it and we shot the shit and a woman came and asked who wanted a blowjob. The man who had just sat down said he did and the woman began blowing him. About fifteen minutes later a guy came and asked to blow me and I accepted his offer. He gave good head and I could have cum in his mouth while the ass-kisser under me did his duty, but I wanted to pump my poz sperms into someone's ass - unless I could find a cocksucker with some sort of open sores in his mouth that would facilitate my virus entry into his systems. "You take it up your ass?" I asked the cocksucker. He answered saying he didn't, that it was too painful and besides he didn't want to catch AIDS. Sad to say he was just the kind of dude I would have loved to pound into the sand. I thanked and then dismissed the cunt mouth and stood-up, thanked the ass-kisser for making my hole feel good, and headed-off for another piece of ass. I stopped to watch a couple of men who looked to be about 60 years old fucking a twenty-something twink who was laying in the sand, on his stomach. The men had shaved their heads a the week before and all of them showed male-pattern baldness. One wore the type of glasses men wore in the 1960's, the other one wore dark glasses similar to the other man's and sported a little beard. The first man nutted in the twink's ass and pulled out. They kissed and the second man mounted up and had his turn while his partner stood by. I watched the man have his piece of ass and the one standing up remarked how good my hardening dick looked. I thanked him and commended him and his partner on their studmanship. It took about ten minutes for the second man to nut in the twink with a series of hip-thrusts that showed how great shape the stud was in. A minute later he pulled out and stood up. The two men stood with their arms around each others shoulders while the twink got to his knees and sucked their dicks clean and kissed their cockheads and scrotums. By that time my dick was throbbing. "I think I'll have a piece of him." I said. "You might want to think twice. We're positive and you might catch it through your dick" said one of the men softly, so the twink wouldn't hear. "Thanks. Then again I am too. Was he negative when you fucked him?" I replied. "Don't know, but he's gonna be poz now" one of the men said with a sadistic grin, fondling his dick with his free hand. We hugged and french kissed. By then my dick was oozing precum. I pondered adding my cum to theirs but the twink swished off. I had come to the beach not just to get my rocks off but specifically to get my HIV off into neg holes. Then again I knew that most bottoms and versatile guys would already have been pozzed by the time I got to them, so I decided that fucking the twink after these two men would get me a good orgasm. "Hey you!" I said before the twink got too far away. He turned and returned when I beckoned him back. "Yes?" he asked. "Suck this and back on yer stomach" I replied. The twink obeyed and I slid my hard penis in his mouth, let him suck it, thrust a couple of times and then pulled back. He lay on his stomach, I mounted him and felt his great hole as my hard turned-on dick slid in the cum of my mature new friends. I hilted myself up his ass and then fucked him. I could hear some slurping as I fucked away. The two men watched me fuck their conquest and then praised me when I shot my cum up his bum, adding it to theirs. It was a great feeling orgasm - as if I had pozzed an asshole I knew was negative. I thrust a number of times after pumping my initial volley into him and rested a moment before withdrawing. "Great fuck, young man" the men said in unison as I stood up. "Thanks. Likewise" I replied as the twink got up, sucked my dick clean, kissing it and my balls, just as he had the older men, and then swished away. "He's also good at licking our feet" one of the men said. "I'll need to have him lick mine" I replied, smiling at the thought. They agreed and we split off, but not before asking to exchange phone numbers. The thought of being on a team with them and other men gang banging a negative hole was a good turn on for me. Since I now had over half an hour to kill, I got myself my first beer of the day, figuring I could give someone a drink of beer piss after my next load. The two old men headed to the rimming area and surprisingly I found a guy in his forties, and not too bad looking, who was into orally servicing mens' feet. He led me to a beach chair and told me to get comfortable. I settled myself and he brushed the sand off my feet and set them in his lap. Even though my feet weren't sweaty after a day's work, they still felt great as the guy brushed all the sand from between my toes, sucked and licked between them and licked my feet from toenails to ankles. It as a great way to sip a beer while reloading. While getting my feet taken care of a team of men were setting a woman on her back in the bisexual area and another team of men closer to us were setting an effeminate fella on his stomach. The two groups were about twenty feet from each other. The first man of each team had made their respective targets suck their cocks hard and the man who was going to fuck the poof was greasing up his meat. The first man in each team then mounted his respective target, entered and fucked. The woman looked a little past her prime of youth, a bit haggard and likely on dope. The fem guy under the other man looked more enthusiastic, almost as much as the twink who the two old studs and I had fucked. I enjoyed the scene while my feet enjoyed their servicing. About half an hour after nutting in the twink, my dick started hardening as the foot-licker was finishing up on my relieved feet. Three men had nutted in the poof and two in the woman. My attention was mainly on the men fucking the fairy and I was glad their group was closer than the hetero fuck. Other men lined-up after the first studs finished, so it looked like each hole was in for a long train. After having had his turn, one versatile guy felched cum out of the fairy, and I noticed some scuzzy dude did likewise with the woman. The foot-sucker was finished and asked me if I wanted my cock sucked. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked and he declined, so I let him suck my cock, but not to orgasm. His mouth felt as good on my cock as it had felt on my feet. I was tempted to let him suck me to completion but then I asked him if he had any toenail cuts in his mouth. He said he had only a couple after doing several pairs of feet that morning so I decided I needed to give him my load after all, thinking my HIV would enter him via those toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth. My dick felt good as I lay there getting sucked off. I would be halfway done when he swallowed my cum. I relaxed and admired the team of men fucking the fella up his ass. A couple of men demanded a blow job, so after he sucked clean the dick of one man he remained on his knees to suck off the next man. Two more men also wanted blow jobs so the fella sucked them off too. The third man he sucked was a tough cummer so the punk was tired from finally getting his load. I wondered if the man knew he could likely get off quicker by holding the cocksucker's head and fucking his mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts. Luckily for me I was able to bust my third nut in my guy's mouth is a mere fifteen minutes which was quick for a third load from a cut cock especially from a blowjob. I fed him a decent load of cum and held his head and thrust my dick in his mouth to smear my cum into the toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth to give my HIV a better chance of entering his bloodstream and infecting him. He then swallowed and sucked off of my cock and kissed it the way he had kissed my feet and toes. "You're excellent, guy. If in the future you want more of my feet or meat, we can make a date" I told him. "I would love that. You're a sexy stud" he replied as I got up. By then I needed to take a piss but he didn't like drinking piss so I thanked him and looked for a pee-drinker. I ended up back at the watersports area. Nobody was there so I hung around until someone came. Just my luck it was another Top so we shot the shit. He was actually waiting for a woman to piss on or in but just as our bladders were straining a middle age man came along. He wanted it from the tap so I was able to take a nice piss while the other guy capitulated and urinated on the man's head soaking his hair, neck and back. We men shook hands as we finished and the urinal sucked off of my dick and kissed it before settling on the sand. I went into the water til it was chest-high to wash off the piss the other man had splashed onto me when dousing the bottom's head. I went and rested on a grassy area with some other guys who were reloading. A couple of guys, including a man in his sixties (who bragged he had gotten off twice in as many hours and was resting up to pop his third load), struck-up a conversation with me. The other man, a personnel manager, discussed the differences in sex with and without condoms, agreeing with the older man and me that they made more work, especially for us cut men. After our conversations I got up, bid my new friends a good fuck and ambled off, making my way to a spot where a couple of guys seemed to be ready to get it on. One guy looked like a "dumb twink" and the other guy resembled a glasses-wearing nerd a few years older than the twink. As I got closer I could see that the "nerd" looked less than healthy, the sign of an AIDS sufferer who wasnt on meds. He and the twink were negotiating a buttfuck. As I watched, the nerd sucked the twink's dick hard and then lay on his stomach. The twink then mounted him, entered him and fucked him, handsome youth conquering someone inferior to him in looks and health. Since I was reloaded I stood at a discrete distance and watched the twink take the man's part in the fuck. About five to ten minutes later the twink hilted himself and grinned as he pumped off what I figured would be his last negative load in the geek. I had hoped the nerd would fuck the twink but they seemed about to part after the twink pulled out. The asshole didnt suck the twink's dick clean. I decided that if the geek wasnt man enough or wasnt able to fuck the twink I would try for my piece of twink ass. I walked up to them and joined a couple of others who were congratulating the twink on his conquest. I also glanced at the sand where the geek had lay to see if he had cummed from getting fucked. I didnt see any signs of cum. "Do you also get fucked?" I asked the twink. "You can fuck me if you like" he replied. That was all I needed so I had him suck my dick hard and leave it wet with his spit. He said he hadn't been fucked in over a week so I lubed up my dick while he lay where the geek had lain. I then mounted him, put my dick to his most likely neg hole and entered him. I looked up to see the geek admiring me while rubbing his dick. I fucked the twink, slamming it in him and varying my angle to make sure I put enough fissures in his rectum to make it easy for my virus to enter his system. I fucked that fella good, enjoying being admired by three or four men while I built up to my climax and then ejaculated in the asshole, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I injected my virus into him. After my initial spurts I resumed thrusting for about another minute before laying on his back. I saw the nerd now rock hard. I wanted him to fuck the twink and add his AIDS to my virus in him. I nodded to him and he leaned over. He got the message that when I pulled out he would mount up and have his piece of ass. I withdrew as he got on all fours beside me. As I dismounted he moved into position, mounted the asshole and then entered him. His dick slid in and he grinned at me like he was thanking me. He then fucked the asshole. Knowing the geek was full of virus and was going to pump it into the twink, my dick started hardening again even though it would be over an hour before I was ready to shoot another load. Halfway through the fuck he geek had to rest a moment, but he resumed and looked happy that he knew he was going to cum. A man who was watching left, but another guy, a somewhat nerdy man, joined us, his dick hardening. The geek fucked faster, sweating and breathing hard and then finally got his rocks off in the twink's ass. The man grinned from ear to ear while he pumped his disease-carrying sperms up the asshole. He thrust until spent although not as energetically as I did. It was mainly because he wasn't in the flip-top shape I was in from working out in a gym, eating well, religiously taking my meds and my physical job in a warehouse. After resting, the geek pulled-out and I helped him up. Someone rudely remarked about AIDS and the travesty of the homely sickly geek infecting the beautiful twink. I dismissed the punk who made that remark with a dirty look. I then held up the geek's hand like a referee holding up a winner's hand in the boxing ring. He clenched a fist and a couple of poz guys cheered. The geek then hugged me and thanked me for facilitating his conquest of the twink, saying that he couldn't get hard enough to enter unless the hole was stretched and lubed well for his dick. I was glad that the geek got as much praise for fucking the twink as I got and that the twink had got for fucking the wimpy sickly looking geek. I knew the geek didn't have many friends, although he was a nice guy, so I asked him to see me later on. I then said the same thing to the twink who had just graduated college at twenty-one and said he had been negative before we fucked him. He then asked me if I knew for sure the nerd who fucked him was poz. I said it looked like he was. "I guess that's what I get for letting someone like that fuck me" he replied. I didn't really tell him I was poz, nor did I tell him my jizz had an equal chance with the geek's of infecting him. He then headed to a refreshment stand while I met up with a bear of a man I knew. We had a beer with our lunch and shot the shit for an hour. He said he was afraid of catching AIDS but that he felt he was lucky so far in that he still weighed well over 250 and he was mostly a Top. I reminded him of the old saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover', adding that the 'sickly look' doesn't happen for several years after the initial infection. I asked him if he had had a really nasty flu, to which he replied not as an adult, and that he had came of legal age a few years before the pandemic hit. I then had to tell him I was poz when he asked me to put my meat to him. He blanched but didn't look like he wished he was somewhere else. I declined his offer, not wanting to infect him. Since I had busted my fourth nut I knew I'd need much more than an hour to reload, and as both of us were sleepy after having had lunch, we took a nap under a tree on a clean sheet of ply wood someone had left after fucking some asshole on it. We awoke about an hour later thanks to some college kids chasing each other and kicking sand on our legs. "Looks like nap time's over partner" my buddy said. "Well, I gotta look for another hole to unload in, anyway" I responded. "Well, sorry you can't do it in me" he replied. "There are other guys. You need to fuck someone or get sucked off too, partner" I replied in encouragement. We hugged, kissed but just on the lips and separated, looking for our next conquests. After less than ten minutes a young less than masculine chubby hit on me. We got to talking and he said he loved dicks in his as, and also mentioned he was trying to lose weight. He also bragged he had sucked a dozen cocks over the past couple of days but wanted one up his fat ass, which hadn't been fucked in half a week. He sported long blond hair, blue eyes and clear nail polish as well as lacked facial hair and had shaved off his pubes front and back. I had the perfect weight-reduction solution for him right between my legs. We found a clear spot on the sand between a couple of twinks who were 69ing and a fairy who was blowing a man. The chubby guy sucked my dick to hardness and I just let him blow me for a while. I was a bit tired from the previous four fucks and he was a really good cocksucker, like most other fat guys I'd let suck my cock. I figured that after enjoying his mouth pleasing my penis I would then shove it up his ass and be able to thrust enough in there to open up enough fissures to pass my virus into his bloodstream, enjoying a great orgasm as I shot my poz jizz into his ass. I could easily tell that he was enjoying sucking me off as he held my thighs and hummed in delight while his head bobbed back and forth on my love-shaft. About fifteen minutes I told him I needed to fuck his ass. He opened his mouth, pulled back and kissed my cock head. He then lay on his stomach on the sand while I greased up my hard penis. I spread his fat ass cheeks, spat on his hole, settled between his spread thick thighs and leaned over. Placing one hand on his upper back I guided my dick to his hole with my other. He barely flinched as I drove myself in. He just lay on his back and began thrusting. Having him fellatio my cock at first helped me, but I knew I'd still spend enough time roughing-up his rectum before shooting off in it. His fat ass rippled when my pelvis slapped it a few times as I fucked him. His ass was tighter than most holes, which also helped. I fucked him good, sometimes varying my angle both side to side as well as up and down so my penis would tear his hole a little more. I then got my urge and let my hips take over as my pelvis slapped his fat ass with each quickening stroke. My dick was feeling good as I neared my climax, fueled by thoughts of how he's look after a few years carrying the virus I'd pump into him. A few more thrusts brought me to a great feeling orgasm as I kept thrusting to inject as much of my infected spunk up his fat ass as possible. I knew that I wouldn't be shooting as much as my four previous loads so I needed to make every spurt count to make sure I infected him. It was a good feeling penis-pleasing climax, the feel of my penis pulsing with pleasure from each spurt of HIV-positive cum I managed to pump into his big receptive ass. About a couple of minutes after my first spurt I was spent, my entire load having left my penis and now infecting the fat asshole I enjoyed fucking. I rested on his back which felt good under me like a good semi-soft mattress. I thrust from time to time while he said I was one of the better studs and that some pulled out right after cumming. Of course my reason for remaining in him was to facilitate forcing my sperms into his rectal walls to pass my HIV into him. Knowing I was changing his life by fucking him had been an extra turnon for me and my prick which was still buried up his ass. About fifteen minutes later I finally pulled out and dismounted. I stood up and he got up, knelt and sucked my dick clean and kissed it. "Next time I blow you I want to swallow it." he gushed as I tried to suppress a grin. "I'll be glad to feed it to you." I replied. As we parted I pondered staying to get off a sixth load. I had shot half a dozen loads a few years earlier, before catching the bug but it was just to enjoy getting my rocks off. Now I was a few years older and my intention was not just to get off but to have great feeling orgasms by pozzing neg holes and feeling the power in my loins to change the lives of the assholes I pumped my virus-laden cum into. That previous fuck-a-thon had resulted in a reload time of well over an hour and a half, almost two hours before I got that last load of the night off. I also pondered whether I'd still be shooting enough virus to infect someone. If I did it would be worth my while. I went to get a drink of water, then to my locker to get the last of my lunch. I had some junk food which I took out and then headed back to the gay area to watch the late afternoon action. I found a spot where I could lean back against a large boulder and watched a fat man laying on his back getting sucked off by a hippie-looking dude and an "old auntie" laying on his stomach getting fucked by someone in his twenties. The crowd had thinned out some and a couple of men were lamenting their sunburns. I was glad I had slathered on the sunscreen. I folded my arms and sort of dozed off, waking about an hour later to some yelling. I Stood up and saw a bunch of men holding someone down at the shore while several people of both sexes urinated on the person. A security guard went and broke it up and reminded the group that all sex acts, including watersports, needed to be consensual. I needed to take a piss so I waited for them to disperse and then walked to the shore, where I hung around and waited for a bottom to come by. Some scummy looking type came and asked me to put my cock in his mouth, but I declined, saying I would piss in his face and open mouth. He accepted and knelt before me with his mouth wide open. I started by aiming for his mouth, and then the rest of his face, and then soaked his hair, during which time he stayed put. It was one of my best pisses I took this side of someone drinking from my cock in his mouth. As I finished pissing a man I had talked to earlier joined me, putting one arm around me while aiming his dick with his other hand. The urinal remained in place as my buddy added his piss to mine. Once we were done the bottom kissed our cocks and we left. I had another half an hour to kill so I cruised more or less aimlessly, including looking towards the entrance for any late entries who might make their way over to the gay area. I knew that most bottoms and versatile guys already here had been fucked and likely pozzed. I contemplated calling it a day and maybe cruising a bar for a fresh neg hole when someone who looked like a bodybuilder came across to the gay area. He wore speedo-type trunks and sported coiffed bleached hair. As he came over he scanned the bi area looking for potential studs and kept moving, entering the gay area. Most guys were looking at his crotch wondering what kind of meat he had. I was looking more a this face and mouth since I'm a Top anyway. A couple of guys in the bi area had hit on him and then some in the gay area. "I'm looking for an inner rectal massage, not a rectum to massage" he said. I grabbed my cock and he looked at me, smiling. I nodded and we started talking. He lamented that most didn't realize that the buffed-out studs aren't all Tops. I told him I fucked all kinds of guys from drags to he-man bears. "Then you can fuck me. I'm nice and tight. You up to the challenge?" he asked. "You need to suck it hard, then I'll fuck you" I replied. We went to a vacant spot and he knelt and sucked my Joe Average cock to hardness and fellated me a bit, then he kissed it and leaving me all wet. He then stood-up, shucked his trunks, and asked me what position I wanted. I told him on his stomach. He lay and spread his muscular legs and I knelt, spat on his asshole and mounted him. He was tight, but relaxed his hole to ease my entry into his snug ass. I shoved it right in as he stifled a wince. Once hilted I began fucking him, all the while thinking about how my dick would spread his hole inside to make it easy to pump my virus into him. I fucked him at a leisurely pace at first, before I speed up, keeping a careful balance so my dick hard long enough to get off, while fucking him long enough to ensure his anal walls were abraded for my sperm to carry their poisonous load. I enjoyed having myself a good piece of his ass, fucking his tight, seldom-fucked hole. He may have been stronger than me, and able to win a fight with me, but here he was, letting me fuck him. I wondered if he even gave any thought to whether he would get infected by my sperm. I figured he was like the others who let their sex organs substitute for their brains. I fucked him for about ten minutes before speeding up. I thrust faster, taking full strokes, as he worked his ass muscles on my dick, as if to milk it while I fucked him. Another five minutes brought me closer to cumming and I powered my way to my final orgasm of the day, my pelvis slapping his firm solid ass, thinking to myself that the sound of our coupling was different from when I fucked the fat fella. I piston-thrust in him and my urge came upon me. I pounding him into the sand as I finally came, pumping my last load of the day up his ass. It was a good orgasm. I felt my dick shoot my semen into him in still powerful spurts. From the strength of my orgasm, I knew I had a good chance of turning him from the powerful strongman he was into a sickly diseased guy, just as would be the twink I had bred that morning, and just as the fat fella would wither away to less than half his weight. I thrust until I knew the last of my load had left my penis and made its way into his system as my thrusting penis forced my jizz and virus into his rectum and into his bloodstream. As with the other assholes I fucked, I rested on his back and thrust for a few more minutes before pulling out and dismounting. "That was a good fucking stud, you hit the spot" he said, almost gushingly but not as fey as the twinks I'd fucked. "You have a nice tight hole. You know how to make a man's dick feel good, buddy" I replied. My first two or three orgasms both here at the beach and the ones at the baths several years before I caught the bug felt good but as I fucked more ass I realized that my fifth and sixth orgasms felt amazingly better than my fifth and sixth ones at the baths, very likely because the chub, twink and the bodybuilder were likely negative. I felt that I had accomplished my goal. Of course I had no idea of how many of the holes I'd fucked had been pozzed before I fucked them, or if one of the neg guys I fucked would fail to catch my bug. I hit the outdoor showers and then headed to the lockers, dressed, where I exchanged numbers with some of the guys I had fucked, a couple with whom I had shared a bottom, and a a guy who was impressed with my looks. Once finished dressing, I turned in my locker key, retrieved my key deposit and headed to the bus stop. A few were at the stop and one guy struck up a conversation with me, and ended-up giving me his number. We shot the shit until we got off downtown and we each went to our stops to catch our buses home. The sun was still up when I prepared a good size supper. I thought of how good my dick felt when I fucked those assholes and let the cocksucker with the toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth suck my dick and how my virus entered them. I was semi-amazed that only one or two brought up the subject of HIV and AIDS, and that most guys were prepared to expose themselves to to the dangers of HIV - that they didn't even asking me of my status, nor had they asked me to put on a condom. I also figured that at least a couple of the guys I fucked were bug-chasing and wanted to take the chance of getting pozzed. They may have fantasized that a manly, masculine, strong gift-giver would enjoy fucking them, and the bottoms may have enjoyed feeling the power of my penis as I thrust in them and got my rocks off, injecting my dangerous viral sperms into them. Some may have even thought how great my dick probably felt when I ejaculated in them, the power of my loins driving it in them as they willingly let me enjoy pumping my life-changing load into them. As I began eating I realized that my dick was rock hard and oozing precum from thinking about the nice sexual pleasure I experienced when I fucked-up at least a portion of a guy's life when I fucking him. I was spent so after dinner I stripped and went to bed, and dreaming of the fun at the orgy, but the dream was mostly of waiting with men of all descriptions in an endless line to fuck a twenty-something pretty-boy's ass and mouth. Of course the dream ended long before I got to the head of the line but I was surprised to have morning wood.
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Thought I'd share a couple of adventures as of late. Both happened at the Club Body Center on Chancellor Street in Philadelphia. Both occurred as I was ready to leave after I thought I'd exhausted all the good options in place. The first one was with a hot older guy - said he was 50 but looked 30, hot tight body, some chest hair, shaved head, goatee, nipple piercings and great 8" cock. He was sitting alone in a common room up on the fourth floor, watching the porn flick. All the guys were just staring at him, afraid to approach. I figured I had nothing to lose and hoped that, upon latching onto my cock, he'd want it as much as I wanted him. I was right! After a good twenty minutes just petting each other in front of all the lusting men, we decided to move to more private quarters in his room on the third floor. We moved down stairs and proceeded immediately to fuck. I topped, he bottomed. He had a great ass. It opened-up readily, but never lost it’s grip. In addition, his ass and hole were beautiful to boot: solid, somewhat hairy cheeks, and perfect asslips that begged to be rimmed, tongued, finger-fucked and penetrated by an appreciative man. I fuckin’ rode him for some fifteen minutes just rocking him back and forth, and playing with his shaved head, nipples and of course, his heavy, veiny cock which was steadily oozing pre-cum. Neither of us came which was surprising, at least for me. Then again I had played with several guys that night and shot my load earlier when some guy was blowing me. We took a break and he started playing with my ass. He saw how tight I was and asked if I wanted to bottom. Fuck yeah! I love flip fucking, and not that many guys are into it. Before I knew it, he was in me. Fuck, a nice hard cock in my tight ass just gets me going. He opened my hole up wide fucking me in every position possible. He asked where I wanted him to cum, and I said for him to hold on, that I wasn't sure if I wanted to take his load in my ass. He replied he had already cum once inside me and was ready to shoot again. This made-up my mind, and I gave the go-ahead and he shot his load up my hole. With this I was determined to give him my load, so I disengaged, got him on his back, ate his hole for a few minutes, and slid in on a blanket of spit. My balls were right on the edge, and I quickly gave him my load. Sweet! After a few minutes, we were both rock hard again. He offered again to fuck me but I decide to blow his big cock instead this time! Hot seeing how much cum he had left in his balls. Besides, his cock was so physically beautiful I wanted to play with it orally and manually. It didn’t take too long before he blew a thick, salty, delicious load in my mouth. Guess never underestimate age! We've spoken on the phone since and plan to connect soon. The other was another a last minute encounter as I was making my last round with the view to splitting and getting some dinner. He was a hot blonde bodybuilder who immediately grabbed me and pulled me into an empty room that was awaiting the clean-up guy. Well, who am I to say no to a hot guy? We started to play and he had a great big cock. Again about 8" and thick! Maybe too thick for comfort, so I made the move to fuck him, and he was accommodating. Fortunately, while he said he didn't often bottom, he took my cock without difficulty. It was excellent. Made me so hot - he was on his back, I kneeling behind him - his legs on my shoulders, me staring down at his perfect, smooth pecs, washboard abs. He was so beautiful, so masculine, I was lost in the moment and came twice in his ass in rapid succession. Didn’t pull out once! That seldom happens for me, so it was a real treat. Definitely plan to meet him again so we can switch positions! That's all for now! Hope you share your stories soon.
