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loadgiver posted a topic in General Bareback Sex Stories
The following stories are fictional. They depict sexual acts that can be hot to some in fantasy, but have horrifying consequences in real life. I will be telling the stories of a man becoming a predator for unwilling cumdumps. I will tell each story from the perspective of the load giver, and again from the tricked prey. These stories involve stealthing, without HIV, disease, or drugs (aside from liquor and poppers). If you enjoy my stories please comment and/or like them. I write these stories for myself and my own tastes, so if there's something here that isn't for you, then that's because it's not for you. Please enjoy some of the many other stories on this site. -
I felt like the old “Shake and Bake” commercial yesterday. An online pal of mine stealthed a bi guy from my gym—and I helped! Cory is a fireplug of a guy who comes into my city once or twice a month for work. He is in his mid 40’s, short at about 5’-6”, built like the proverbial brick shit house and has a hairy chest, shaved head and goatee—super hot and sexy. He also has great stylized tattoos ringing his biceps. I met him on Manhunt and I see him at the gym once in a blue moon as he has a membership to the same place as I do. Up to this point we had never actually played, just smiled, chatted and seen each other in the showers. That all changed yesterday. I saw Cory walking to the steam room from the showers with his sexy smile and a nice greeting as I was walking into the shower room. After a quick clean up I followed him to the steam room and sat just below him. Of course there were some guys hanging out, but eventually we were free. Cory massaged my neck, and then reached down to pinch a nipple and I was hard in a heartbeat. I finally got to see him hard and was a tad disappointed as it is not a big dick by any stretch—forgive the pun—but Corry oozes confidence and sex so I was more than happy to show him my oral skills. After a moment Cory quickly pushed me off when the door opened. (Why can’t I ever get a break in the steam room?) In walked a tall guy that I couldn’t get a good view of until he sat down closer to us on the opposite wall. He was dark haired, lanky, tattoos on his chest, either a largely shaved body or smooth, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He just sat there and sat there. I kept sending psychic commands for him to get the hell out of there so I could get back to Cory but maybe the steam cancelled out my demands. Cory was naked with the towel around his neck and I think he wanted to see if the guy was straight as I presumed. Cory discreetly did the scratch the balls and grab the crotch thing to gauge if there was any interest. I spread my legs wider and did my moves to try and send a message of interest as well. I could tell that Mr. Lanky was aware of our ploy as his eyes sure seemed to dart at us and the mound under his towel sure appeared to be getting bigger! Cory seemed convinced so he started openly stroking and I followed suit. Mr. Lanky finally pushed his towel aside and I was not disappointed! Of course, that only lasted a long moment because a well known troll just had to come in at that magic moment. I cursed under my breath and got up to leave. It was clear that the troll would set up shop in the steam room from past experience and he just pisses me off in any event. I went to take a shower. Cory came into the shower room first followed by Mr. Lanky a few minutes later. We were all lined up on the same wall and so we were able to check out the merchandise without steam obscuring the view. It was hot to see us all using the foam soap to wash up and get hard under the hot water. We were stroking for several minutes when our privacy was taken away with other gym members coming in. I rinsed off and went to the tiled area just outside the showers to towel off. It was fun, all in all, but there is only so much you can do at the gym. Cory came out and surprised me by saying I should follow him to his hotel room. I said sure, but what about the tall dude? Cory just smiled and said he would try to work his magic and to wait near the snack area when I was dressed. I crossed my fingers as I checked my phone for messages and e-mail while waiting downstairs. After several long minutes out came Cory with his trademark smile with our new pal right behind him! I got up and followed pronto! Cory introduced me to Jason and we all walked a few blocks to his hotel room while chatting about mindless stuff. I was quite happy when we finally got to Cory’s room. Cory stripped as soon as he closed the door and I quickly followed. Jason seemed a bit nervous but with Cory’s calming words, he finally was standing naked in front of us. I got a good opportunity to check out both men and their tattoos when I finally realized something—Cory’s arm tattoos had a biohazard symbol subtly incorporated in the barbed wire! Damn! I didn’t know Cory was poz like me! My dick responded by getting rock hard almost instantly. I knelt to suck Cory while Jason watched. When I tried to move over to sample Jason, he covered his dick with his hand and said he couldn’t do that without a condom. I rolled my eyes and Cory explained that wasn’t dangerous, but Jason just said he was actually bi, had little experience with guys and had a girlfriend so he had to be careful. He only fucked her bare because she was on the pill. Cory just smiled and said that was cool and we could play as safe as he wanted—even just jack off together. I was beyond disappointed as my dream of getting tag teamed was slipping out the window. Jason was ok having his balls licked, and he seemed to get off with Cory standing next to him nursing his nips while grabbing Jason’s amazing ass. For being tall and lanky, Jason sure had a sweet ass! I really wanted to at least eat that furry hole, but I could just tell that would be out of bounds so I knelt and worked Jason’s balls while he jacked off and Cory attached himself to Jason’s nips. Cory was sweet talking the whole time and complimenting Jason on his great body and especially his ass. Jason asked if Cory had any rubbers so maybe he could be sucked on, but Cory admitted that while he had lube and condoms, the condoms he had were pre-lubed so they weren’t great for sucking. Cory was fingering Jason’s pucker while the two of us over stimulated our new pal. Cory said that Jason had the prettiest ass and he needed to sample it. Jason just looked down and said he had never done that. Cory’s smile was electric and evil as he said it was time to do a little safe experimenting. Cory pushed Jason on the king-sized bed flat on his back with his legs sticking over the bed. Cory got out his lube and condoms and went to work greasing Jason’s virgin hole while I worked on Jason’s tits to keep him occupied and horny as they seemed to be a hot spot for him. Jason and I could see Cory wrap the rubber around his dick. Cory told Jason that he was perfect to break in virgin holes as he is not that big and he is very gentle. While Jason seemed unconvinced, Cory wasted no time pushing Jason’s long legs back and lining his short latex clad hard-on next to that tight fuzzy hole. This I had to see! Cory took over working Jason’s nips with his hands while I go on my knees behind Cory to see him slowly sliding inside Jason. It was fucking hot! I alternated between licking Cory’s ass and his nuts as he finally hit bottom. Jason was complaining about the discomfort, but Cory said he would get used to it and in time would love it. I suddenly had an idea—two ideas, actually. The first was to grab my cell phone from my nearby pants pocket and put it on silent while I turned it on to video. I wanted to film my second idea. I grabbed the lube and reached between Cory’s legs to feel his dick sliding in and out of Jason’s hole. I then started rolling the condom towards the head of Cory’s dick as he slide in and out. I suggested that Cory pull out so I could add more lube and then slid the condom all the way off and generously greased up Cory’s bare pole. I was out of my mind horny when Cory slid back in skin to skin and Cory moaned out loud saying that the extra lube really helped! I moaned as well filming my first condom to bareback fuck! Even Jason admitted that it seemed to be going in easier and I just said sometimes all you need is a little more lube. Cory started deep dicking Jason while both Jason and I jacked off. Fortunately our newbie couldn’t see that I was filming due to lying on his back and Cory surrounding him. It was even more fortunate that he couldn’t see the condom resting on the carpet useless in its job of protecting Jason from pregnancy and disease. Being that Jason is a man, I only hoped he would become knocked up with Cory’s DNA. It took only about 10 minutes of serious fucking for all three of us to get close. Jason had been really safe with not being sucked without a rubber I laughed silently to myself as I watched his deflowering proceed. He was giving up his anal and safe sex virginity to a poz bear and I couldn’t be happier! Frankly, participating in my first stealthing was way hotter than getting my hungry ass filled. I could tell both of them were getting close. Peeking around I could see Jason’s really nice dick leaking precum like a faucet and he was getting really flushed. Cory had this stern and determined look on his face. Knowing that he was going to breed Jason with his hopefully life changing seed made me whack like crazy. Cory’s gentleness disappeared as the end approached. Jason was moaning and whimpering from the rough fuck he was now receiving. I told Cory to pound Jason’s ass and make it his. I growled to him to own Jason’s ass. I told Jason to enjoy his ass being bred by a real man. Jason’s crying out was music to my ears! Cory started to breath raggedly and groaned out loud: “Here it is, Jason! I’m doing you like you do your girl friend—how does it feel?” Jason replied that it hurt but he was getting really close. Cory asked him if he was ready to be bred and Jason just moaned “fuck, yes!” Cory bellowed that he was coming while I watched and filmed from behind. It was glorious to see Cory’s ass and nuts squeeze in time to that ageless wonder of insemination. “Holy, FUCK!” Jason cried with his eyes closed tight as he spewed his negative seed all over his face and chest. I was very pleased to see that while I discreetly filmed his climax. Jason’s climax triggered mine and I shot all over my hand and the carpet. I made sure Cory stayed buried until I gained my self composure enough to film him slide out of Jason’s previously virgin hole. The leaking and copious froth looked slightly pink to me and I rubbed my own sperm coated fingers over his violated hole while Cory collapsed on top of Jason. I said I’d get some wash cloths so I wet a few down in hot water and handed them to the guys. I thanked them both for a great time and Jason did the same thanking us for helping him explore his other side. I made sure to mention that his ass was covered and probably filled with lube because we used a ton to make his first fuck easier. Cory thanked Jason for giving him his cherry and said his was the finest ass he had ever broken in. Jason blushed at that, but still smiled. Jason and I were in good spirits as we left the hotel. Just to cover my ass I made sure to tell Jason that it was great to meet them both that day at the gym. If the seeding takes, I want to make sure that I can’t be traced to knowing Cory. Jason said he rarely gets into the city, but today was his lucky day. If he only knew! I can only wonder if Cory’s seed is medicated. Regardless, the stealth fuck that I helped with was one of the hottest things I have ever done!- 16 replies
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I made sure I used rubbers just like he asked ; )
Guest posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Bug chasing/gift giving fiction section - I'm a young, 24yo, British lad although I look about 20, defined/in shape, very boyish looking which hides my deviant side very well... which means I can pretty much get away with what I want. I'm lucky enough to attract the hot hung older daddy or muscle types as well as the young twinks. I'm really into anon fucks, threesomes, groups, orgies, outdoors and bath houses, and when I'm horny I get really fucking sleazy. So this one day I was feeling really horned up.... I decided to head to a bath house in London. I hadn't been to a bath house in years. It was mid-week in the day, so truthfully I didn't expect much talent to be there, but my cock was making me go. I'm a heavy pre-cummer and was dripping the whole journey there. I even had to hold my back pack over my crotch during the train ride as my pre-cum started to show through my trousers, especially as my jock strap was made of thin material. The pre-cum stained my trousers, outlining my big uncut British dick. When I arrived at the bath house and entered the changing room, it literally took me seconds to strip-off my kit and throw it into a locker with my back pack. In fact, I was already heading for the stairs before I had even wrapped a towel around my waist. I headed upstairs to have a quick walk around the main area, and found there were a few guys hanging around, but no one who really turned me on, so I headed down to the play area and started cruising. I found the corridors were fairly busy. There were a handful of my usual type, older, muscular built daddies who looked like they could give my hole a hard ruff sleazy fucking, however I was more in the mood to top, which I occasionally will do, although I prefer to bottom. Still, when I get the urge, I love fucking some tight, young virgin-looking lad, and even better when I get to breed his hole with a toxic poz load and give him the nastiest roughest fucking of his life. This isn't an opportunity that presents itself all that often as British guys aren't usually that sleazy or adventurous, so I just do what I want, I just get on with it without asking. Gagging them helps, so afterwards I can say "I didn't hear you say stop or you should have told me to stop... sorry mate." So I walked around for a good five to ten minutes, looking to see who was about. I was approached by a few tops, and told them that I might let them fuck me later, but for now I was looking to fuck a lad. I turned and headed down one of the corridors and saw a young lad coming towards me. As soon as I saw him, I knew I wanted (and needed) to fuck him. He was about 18-19 years, which is over legal age of consent in UK, white, 5 ft 8, sexy blue eyes, dark blond hair, his body was toned, smooth and he had a hot set of teenage abs. He looked at me and smiled and then quickly and shyly looked away. My dick suddenly began to throb, swelling to the point it felt like it was twice its normal size. The throbbing became so intense that if I didn't fuck the guy and cum up his hole, my dick would hurt for hours or even days. So I made my move, and smiled back, saying 'Hey' when he looked up again. He looked to be a bit shy and nervous, so I took the lead, and stepped into an empty room, gesturing for him to follow. We exchanged the usual small talk for a minute or so, during which time I found out that this was his first visit to a bath house, and that he hadn't yet had any fun, which I thought to myself meant he was nice and fresh for me to use. My meat continued to throb and I got even more turned on, so I decided to keep pushing. I slowly pushed him up against the wall, locking the door and began to gently kiss his neck, then slowly moving down to his nipples, before heading up to caress his lips and then passionately kiss him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. The whole time I also explored his hot little body with my hand, slipping my hand down under his towel to discover a peach bubble butt, a smooth juicy hole and a rock hard 8" cock. I whispered into his ear and asked if he liked to get fucked and he replied he did, so I maneuvered him down onto the mat and began to rim his hole. I didn't plan on rimming him long as my 9" dick was still throbbing like mad and needed some attention soon and fast. After a few minutes, I began to rub my uncut meat over his perfect hole, which, I thought, looked as though it had never been fucked. I could feel how tight his ring was from just pressing the tip of my cock onto his ring. He let out a few quiet moans and I knew he was begging in his head to get fucked. I got him onto all fours (doggy style), which I've found to be my favourite way of using a lad as it is nice and degrading, and the bottom can't see if you're wearing a rubber or not. I was determined to use the fucking slut for my pleasure. I lubed up my dick just enough, as I didn't want it too greasy - I wanted him to really feel me inside his hole, that is, the more friction there is, the better (at least from my perspective), and I planned to make him take it deep and rough. I began again to slowly tease his hole, gently edging my thick meat inside him. I was seconds away from sliding all the way in him, bare, of course, my dick was about to get what it wanted and needed, when he turned his head saying I needed to use a rubber. FUCK. I couldn't believe it. I was so fucking disappointed and started to loose my hard-on, but I agreed, but got him to suck me off first, just to get me hard again. As he blew me I briefly considered calling it a day as I knew I wouldn't enjoy fucking him while wearing a rubber, but I let him carry on for a few more minutes. He wasn't a bad little cock sucker either, but I decided to help him by forcing my meat down his willing mouth. Hearing him choke on it, and seeing the large amount of drool and spit coming out of his mouth was a perverse turn-on. About this point, I noticed four or five used rubbers in the trash bin in the corner of the room, obviously tossed there by some of the guys who had used the room before. I suddenly had an idea: if he wanted me to use a rubber, I would. Just who's rubber, or how I would use them, on the other hand, well, that was up to me! I threw him down onto his back, making sure his head was positioned near the trash bin, telling him to rim my hole, adding "You'd better do a good fucking job of it," just to remind him who was boss. As I squatted over his mouth, I ordered the lad to service my hole with his tongue, and he eagerly ate my hole. It felt amazing. His smooth, young, stubble-free face planted deep in my arse, tonguing my hole, licking my juicy hairy ring. Meanwhile, as my ass cheeks were completely blocking his field of vision, I reached into the bin and took out all the used rubbers. I considered using the jizz as lube but thought that most of it might be wasted on the mat, so I quickly decided on another use. I hid the rubbers in my hand. Told the lad he could stop eating my hole and for him to grab a new rubber and slip it onto my dick. He unrolled it down the full length of my shaft. It was tight and probably too small, I was hoping it would split as I fucked him. He covered the rubber and his hole with lube and proceeded to get onto all fours again. My dick was solid even though I had a rubber on as I knew the lad would be taking some sort of raw load even if it wasn't mine. I wiped away as much of the lube as I could and spat on his hole a few times, and in one slow and continuous push, I slid inside his ass. His hole closed up tightly around my junk and I could tell he really hadn't been used much. In fact he might well have been all but a virgin. I withdrew all the way out a plunged back in nice and deep several times. Aside from a few quiet, low-pitched moans, the lad was quite silent. I withdrew completely as I wanted to taste his newly fucked hole and for the next stage of the plan. After eating him for a minute, i grabbed one of the used rubbers (that I had now hid under the corner of the mat) and placed it on the tip of my finger, I slowly began to work it up into his hole. He didn't suspect a thing, must have thought it was just my fingers. I grabbed the second used rubber, (which was really full of spunk as the guy obviously was a heavy spunker), placing it on the tip of my dick and begin to press both the used rubber and my dick back into his hole. "Have you still got the rubber on?" he asked. "Yes mate, here, feel it," I replied, guiding his hand onto the base of the shaft as I continued to fuck him. I was so fucking turned on that I really started to plow his hole as hard and rough as I could. He began to moan louder and beg for more. I wanted to cum so badly. All I could think about was how deep I was fucking some other guys used condoms and their jizz into him. I had three more to slide inside him before I was going to cum, that was my challenge.... which I eventually did in the same way, by pulling out of him, placing it on the end of my dick and forcing it up, fast hard and quick. Not giving him time to feel anything or react. I told him I was just applying more lube each time. Now there were five used rubbers in his ass. Knowing as much, and thinking about it, specifically wondering how long before the cum would leak out, or if my rough fucking would destroy them, spliting them open into his arse, increased my excitement. I decided I needed to get my load in there too. The only question was, how to do it: he was now always guiding my dick in, probably checking I still had the condom on, but I realised he only ever touched the shaft. I knew that I could split the tip and breed his hole without him knowing. Giving the excuse that I needed a few minutes rest, I got him to eat my hole again, which gave me the perfect opportunity to distract him while I split the tip of the rubber, making sure the hole was big enough that the whole head of my dick could fit through. Finally I was ready to cum.... this time I was going to fuck him whilst looking deep into his eyes, just so I could see his face as I was secretly breeding him. My thrusts got deeper, harder and rougher. I could see the pain in his face, but I could also see he didn't want me to stop or for him to disappoint me. 'I'm so fucking close, I'm going to cum as I fuck you... you want that?" "Yea, I'm close too." "You want to me to cum inside your hole?" "Yes, you have a rubber on though right?" "Don't worry mate, I'm using rubbers!" That was it... that final line sent me over the edge and I exploded in him. I flooded his unsuspecting hole with my TOXIC seed. I felt my whole body tense up and It felt as though my insides were being sucked into his willing hole. He shot his load as I leaned into his body, it squirted up onto my chest, neck and chin, I licked his juice from beneath my bottom lip. Tasted good, tasted sweet, tasted pure.... but that was about to change for him!!!!!! Wish I had been there to see his face when five used rubbers got squirted out of his hole! -
The Photoshoot Chapter 1: To say Austin is pissed is a huge understatement. He specifically told his boyfriend he was not going with him to this photoshoot under no uncertain terms, but Blake insisted anyway, saying he goes with him to almost every other shoot, so he saw nothing wrong with going to this one. Austin didn’t bother to point out that Blake only goes to the shoots where Austin might be modelling underwear or swimsuits, he doesn’t both if it’s something completely vanilla like sweaters or jeans. Normally he’d preen under Blake’s jealous, possessive behaviour but today is not the day. This isn’t a typical photoshoot, he just lied hoping Blake would buy it but the second he saw the package of lingerie Austin bought for himself for the shoot, he immediately jumped on going. The shoot is for Blake, a small series of boudoir pictures Austin was hoping to surprise Blake with as an anniversary present, but his loving boyfriend seems determined to ruin his gift. He even tried to play the my-agent-doesn’t-want-visitors-on-the-set card, but Blake threatened to call his agent and hear it from him, and Austin conceded immediately, knowing his agent wouldn’t back him up because he didn’t know what was going on. In hindsight, he really should’ve told his agent, but he hadn’t thought of that until they were getting off the subway at the determined station and walking the four blocks to the photographer’s address. Austin had been stubbornly silent the entire trip, even when Blake tried to make conversation, Austin shut him down almost immediately. His only solace is he’s sure Blake’s going to feel like a complete fool and be incredibly sorry once Austin gives him the photos from today on their anniversary next week. “Seems like a weird place for a professional job,” Blake says as they enter the building – it’s standard for the city, four-stories of dirty brick and filthy windows. The inside is somewhat more updated, with the aesthetic practically screaming New Management. Austin decides he likes it, Blake obviously doesn’t if the way he wrinkles his nose at the smell of delicate potpourri and sneers at the grey-blue colour scheme is any indication. “They wanted something that felt intimate and secure,” Austin lies easily as they make the climb up the stairs to the fourth floor. He’s glad his boyfriend only knows what he does about the modelling industry from Austin himself, Blake never having been big on the whole idea in the first place but was supportive enough to not question Austin about any of it. “I believe this is the photographer’s personal studio and he thought it would be a better fit than a larger set.” “He? What happened to Monica, your normal photographer?” “The company provided their own guy,” Austin says, sweating a little from all the lies he has to say just to keep this surprise a surprise. “Don’t worry, Deanna vetted him and gave her approval.” Deanna being his agent who has no idea about this photoshoot. That seems to ease some of the tension from Blake’s shoulders. They make the rest of the climb in silence, the only sounds their shoes on the tiled stairs and the crinkling of the bag Austin’s carrying. The bag is his treasure trove of goodies to wear, each one guaranteed to make Blake drool and resist every urge to pounce on him. Austin can’t help but feel a little petty about it, knowing Blake will struggle to keep his hands to himself the entire time he’s watching, and Austin will do everything he can to make this the most incredible blue-ball experience for his boyfriend as payback. The pair reaches the door Austin mentioned earlier on the subway ride – one of the few things he did say willingly – and Blake knocks much to Austin’s embarrassment. Moments later the door opens to reveal who Austin believes to be the photographer. The man is six-foot tall with thick black dreadlocks that hang to mid-back, his hair is contained by what appears to be a handwoven red and gold hair-tie. He’s also shirtless, his dark skin and muscled torso on perfect display. “Austin?” he says, looking at Blake. His voice is rich and seems to reverberate from his chest, it matches the warmth in his dark brown eyes. Blake glares at him and shakes his head. “No, and Austin and I are leaving.” “Uh no we’re not,” Austin says firmly, then he looks at the photographer. He didn’t picture this man when they spoke on the phone, if anything he thought he’d be mid-thirties and decently good looking, not this . . . God-like man that to Austin stepped straight out of some of his favourite books. “I’m sorry about that, I’m Austin, the buzzkill is my boyfriend, Blake.” The photographer’s dark brown eyes light up and he holds out his hand for Austin to shake. They do and Austin is taken aback by how warm and rough his hands feel. “I’m Javier,” says Javier, the photographer. “Sorry about the mix up, when we spoke over the phone, I wasn’t given a description.” Blake raises an eyebrow, looking at Austin curiously. “Didn’t the agency send over your headshots beforehand?” “The agency sends them to the company, I’m just expected to photograph whoever shows up,” says Javier smoothly before Austin can even fumble for a response. “I was told Austin would be alone, or with his agent, so I apologize for the confusion.” “Why didn’t you think I was his agent?” “Because Deanna wears plum power suits like she’s part of the agency in The Devil Wears Prada,” Javier says with just a hint of annoyance. “Anyway, this is a closed set, so only models and staff are permitted. You can wait out here until we’re finished or you’re free to go home.” Blake definitely doesn’t like that answer. He turns to Austin and says, “Babe, I really don’t like this. We need to leave; this man is clearly unprofessional, and I’m going to call Deanna and let her know not to let you work with any agency that employs this asshole.” Austin wants nothing more than to melt into the floor. He cannot believe that Blake is being so rude to a perfect stranger. “I’m sorry, Javier, my boyfriend can be a little . . . protective. Anyway, I need to get changed, is there a dressing room?” Javier smiles warmly at Austin and steps out of the doorway to let him in. “Go down the hall and it’s the first door on the left. There are some supplies in there to freshen up and plenty of places to hang your outfits. Once you’re changed, knock three times and I’ll come in to see your outfit and adjust the set accordingly. We’re doing five scenes in total.” “Understood!” says Austin brightly as he hurries inside before Blake can catch him. He goes in the direction Javier indicated and once he’s inside, he makes sure to lock the door just in case Blake tries to break in. Ordinarily, he’d be more than happy to have Blake in the room with him – they’ve had many memorable moments in dressing rooms across the city – but today is different. Blake was rude to the photographer after butting into the photoshoot in the first place, so Austin feels like punishing him for his poor behaviour. The dressing room is pleasant, small and intimate unlike most he’s been in, the lighting is dimmed to a comfortable level with most of it coming from various salt rock lamps scattered throughout the room. The walls are a delicate cream the reflects the light well and warms the room. Austin spies the round bed in the centre and must resist diving onto the invitingly fluffy surface of pastel blankets and thick pillows. Instead, he puts his bag on the small vanity and proceeds to take out each outfit, adjusting each one before putting it on a hanger on a nearby clothing rack. Javier may be a small-time photographer, but he certainly knows what models need when doing a shoot. Once Austin is satisfied with the appearance of his clothes, he selects the first outfit of the day – a sheer dark blue nightie with matching thong – and lays it on the bed before stripping out of his street clothes. He hangs them up beside the rest and takes a moment to collect himself, just like he does before every photoshoot. Over the past few months of doing this work, he’s learned that being mentally prepared is just as important as being physically ready, if not more so because it’s one thing to stand and get your picture taken it’s another thing entirely to immerse yourself in the experience. There have been times he’s come out of a shoot crying because of the overwhelming emotion he felt during a certain scene, and others where he’s so drained, he can barely stand at the end. The best trick he’s found is to reconnect with himself by looking at himself in the mirror, not out of any sense of vanity, but as a means of centering himself. Luckily there’s a three-way mirror in the corner so he doesn’t have to skip that part of his routine like he has at some projects because the only mirror they have is in the makeup room and he’s in and out so fast he doesn’t get a chance to focus. He goes over and simply stands in view of each mirror, allowing his mind to clear and hands to drift over his bare skin. Touch is another grounding method he enjoys; it reminds him that he’s still a person and not a doll being dressed up for money. He remembers trying to explain this routine to Blake after an intense day and Blake simply said he was just a doll to the company so what difference did it make. He stopped trying to explain the intricacies of his mind after that. Austin shakes his head, watching the delicate blonde curls bounce around his face and neck as if they have a mind of their own. He smiles to himself as his hands start to drift on his chest, fingertips running delicately over the smooth pale skin on his chest. He’s glad he had the foresight to make an appointment for a full body sugaring – it’s his favourite method of waxing, the sugar wax is far easier on his skin than chemicals or standard wax and the results last much longer in between sessions. Deanna had recommended it after he suffered from a wax gone wrong, which made his skin break out and left tiny red bumps all over. Now he can’t imagine how he went so long without it; his skin always feels so smooth and delicious after. His hands dip lower, trailing over his hips and down the V-shape of his pubic bone to his cock, which sits soft and supple. He lets a hand caress his small cock, gasping softly at the feeling of burgeoning arousal. He closes his eyes and his mind drifts to warm dark rough hands, cupping him as the palm rolls over his flaccid cock, coaxing it to life with firm movements. A warm smile and deep voice encourage him to let go and relax. Austin’s eyes shoot open, and he wills away the images as hot guilt boils in his stomach. In the almost three years they’ve been together, he’s never once thought of anyone else other than Blake in these moments and now he’s gone and thought of Javier! He dismisses it as a slip of his mind, nervous about working with a new photographer at an intimate photoshoot. He quickly puts on his outfit and does his makeup, going more natural than he usually does at a shoot only because he knows Blake hates the way he looks with caked on product. Satisfied with his appearance, Austin knocks on the door three times and waits on the bed for Javier to arrive. “Austin?” he hears Javier say on the other side of the door. “It’s me, let me in.” Austin jumps up and unlocks the door, letting the other man in before soundly closing and locking the door again. “Your boyfriend is still here,” Javier says with obvious disdain. “I tried to get him to leave but he insisted, so I told him he’d have to sit in a corner away from the set.” “Stubborn bastard,” Austin sighs and Javier nods. “I’m so sorry about all of this Javier, I tried to tell him he didn’t need to come, I told him not to come, but he didn’t listen. And I’m so sorry he was so rude to you earlier, that was completely uncalled for and—” “It’s okay, Austin, I’ve dealt with worse,” Javier interrupts gently. “Besides, if I had a boyfriend like you, I’d be just as bad, maybe even worse than him.” “Thanks, by the way, for covering for me,” Austin says a little sheepishly. “I’m glad I mentioned Deanna now in our last conversation.” Javier grins. “I think we should both look into acting after that performance earlier.” His dark eyes scan Austin from head to toe and Austin feels warm under his attention. “I love the outfit. Makes me think of a midnight tryst.” “That’s what I was going for!” Austin says excitedly. “I was going to wear some silver jewelry and maybe a few diamonds, but I thought that might be overkill.” “I think you should wear them,” says Javier with a nod. “Not saying the look doesn’t work without them, but it would definitely add another dimension to the scene, like you were a piece of the sky itself.” He thinks to himself for a moment. “I think that’s the angle I’ll go for with this first scene. It’ll be dreamy, with lighting similar to moonlight, a bed or chaise for you to lounge on, with dark blue and black cloth draped around you with metallic accents. Sound good to you?” “It sounds delightful!” gushes Austin. “These photos are going to be amazing, Javier!” Javier smiles gently. “Only if you trust in my vision, Austin, otherwise it won’t work.” “I trust you! I trust you completely. I love everything you’ve said so far.” “Good,” says Javier with a chuckle. “Now finish up and I’ll get the set ready in the meantime.” Austin nods, a smile still plastered on his face as Javier leaves. to be continued....
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My boyfriend is incredibly cute. I love his perky ass and his toned torso. He's got Mediterranean roots and has tanned skin all over. His brown curly hair perches about his 7” uncut cock like a bird's nest, if you know what I mean. He's got low-hanging balls and blue-green eyes. Even though he's nearly thirty now, he's still a twink who could pass for twenty. He's a looker and never has to work out to stay in shape. A few months ago, I started going to a gym. I wanted to tighten up my body a bit and thought I wouldn't mind checking out some muscled guys in the locker room and showers... My schedule was pretty regular, and I often worked out at the same time as a really sexy hunk of a guy. After a few weeks of nodding at each other across the treadmill or bending over the same bench to tie our shoes, Mitch introduced himself to me. He was gorgeous. About six foot tall, with massive arms and a wide flat furry chest. I had only seen him with his shirt off, but I suspected he was packing a nice set of equipment in his shorts... Buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. Delicious. He told me he was in his last year of art school. We chatted it up and he invited me to lunch one weekend. I thought he was asking me out, so I told him about my boyfriend. After all, I didn't want to lead this stud on! To my surprise, he grinned and said, “The more the merrier! I'll invite my boyfriend too!” The weekend rolled around and I headed to the bar with my boyfriend to hang out with Mitch and his boyfriend. Mitch's boyfriend, Carl, was a bit older, maybe thirty, like my boyfriend, and worked in a bank. He was well-dressed, and although much smaller than Mitch, was clearly in good shape too. His fitted business shirt practically clung to his slim chest and abs. We ordered a lunch special that came with unlimited mimosas. After the third round, the conversation turned inevitably to sex. I proudly held my boyfriend's hand across the table and told Mitch and Carl about how proud we were to have a monogamous relationship. Carl smiled and said that he wished he could have that with Mitch. I was confused. Mitch abruptly changed the subject to his art studies, photography and painting. He told us about a new series of photos showing nude couples in intimate moments. He had photographed lesbian couples embracing, straight couples having foreplay, and a few gay couples 69'ing or rimming. It sounded pretty hot to me and my boyfriend and we told Mitch that we'd love to see them. My boyfriend piped up that he wouldn't mind posing together if he'd have us! I could tell that Carl was a little unsure at the prospect, but I was happy to see my boyfriend comfortable enough in our relationship to volunteer to explore it in front of a camera. After another mimosa, we decided to head to Mitch's studio classroom after a work out the next day. The next morning, my boyfriend slept in a bit. We made plans to pick him up after a workout, and I headed to the gym. I was there promptly at 9AM when the doors opened, and saw Mitch a few minutes later. After a half hour on the treadmill, he offered to spot me on the barbell bench. I guess I was feeling cocky, or maybe I was distracted by Mitch's huge bulge in his shorts, but I took on too much weight and Mitch wasn't fast enough to keep the weight from slamming in to my face. If he hadn't caught it when he did, it really might have hurt me! As it was, after a few minutes, even with an ice pack, my right eye was black and blue and so puffy it was nearly closed. I felt awful, knowing that we were supposed to have a photoshoot right after the workout. Mitch got a second ice pack for me and helped me to the locker room where we changed to head out and pick up my boyfriend. In the car, Mitch told me that we could reschedule if I didn't want to pose with a black eye. I didn't want to postpone, so he proposed another idea; maybe Carl could pose with my boyfriend instead. I thought about it and decided that would be fine if it was ok with everyone involved. Mitch called Carl, who was surprisingly keen on the idea, and I called my boyfriend, who was excited, maybe even a bit too excited... Mitch also promised me some prescription painkillers that he had in his gym bag. About an hour later, I had taken a few too many painkillers and had a fresh icepack on my face. Mitch had the camera and lights set up. My boyfriend stripped off his clothes and waited in a robe for Carl to be ready. When Carl showed up, he gave Mitch a huge sloppy kiss and untied his robe, dropping it to the floor. Even with only one eye, I could see his massive tool hanging down, at least seven inches and he was totally soft. His pubes and balls were trimmed close and I noticed that he had a piercing between his balls and his hairy ass. My boyfriend was practically drooling and his cock was rock hard and poking straight out. I sat there doped up as Mitch posed them, with my boyfriend leaning over a chair and Carl behind him with his huge hardening cock laying against his ass. It was then, with Carl bent over away from me that I saw it. A four-inch wide biohazard tattoo above his asscrack. I realized that Carl was POZ! Mitch saw me staring at this POZ guy whose bare cock was hardening and starting to drip precum into my boyfriend's bare asshole. He comforted me and told me not to worry about anything and handed Carl a condom. Carl snickered a bit and unwrapped it, rolling it down onto his now-throbbing cock. My boyfriend knelt down and watched as he did so, not having seen the tattoo or realizing why Carl was bagging up. My boyfriend smiled at me and said, “Since he's safe, maybe we could get a few photos with him teasing my ass with his cock!” Mitch nodded and grunted approval. I figured that it couldn't hurt. Even though Carl was POZ, he was wearing a condom, and it was only for a photos, so I figured Carl wouldn't fuck him for real or anything. Mitch checked on me to make sure I was ok with everything, and he noted that I was getting hard. He told me that I could jerk off if I wanted, that my horniness would only make the pictures hotter. I was feeling groggy from one too many pain pills, and let him unbutton my fly and fish out my cock. Mitch knelt in front of me and shoved my pants down to my knees. As he stood up, he whispered to me that he didn't have a sexual relationship with Carl since he got POZZED, but they often got together with other “mixed” couples to fool around. I started to wonder if Mitch had planned this all along. Mitch got back to his camera, zooming in on Carl sitting down and aiming his hard cock straight up. My boyfriend straddled him, facing us, and the camera, and lowered himself down so that his ass was perched right above Carl's wrapped POZ cock. Mitch was springing sizable wood in his shorts and shucked them off. His cock was springing around right at my eye level as I watched his POZ boyfriend's cock teasing my boyfriend's hole. “How about just the tip,” my boyfriend asked as he forced Carl's rubbered-up mushroom head into his asscheeks. Mitch and I nodded in approval. I realized that my boyfriend had no idea that the dick about to invade his hole was carrying toxic seed, even if it was bagged up. Mitch started to wank as my boyfriend sank lower and lower. First two inches, then four, then six. When he was balls deep, my boyfriend raised himself up. He was relatively composed for having just mounted a thick rubbered-up tool with no lube except for his own ass juices. “Got any lube?,” he asked as he raised up off of Carl's sheathed cock. Mitch said that he didn't, as he had planned on a few intimate poses, not actual ass-fucking. My boyfriend shrugged and pulled Carl's condom off. Before I could react, he had sunk all the way back down onto Carl's bare POZ cock. In one move, we had gone from monogamous to him taking bare cock, POZ bare cock. Mitch told him to hold that pose and react like he was getting fucked bareback. My boyfriend threw back his head and started moaning. Mitch directed him to pull halfway off of Carl's dick so it would look like a fucking action shot. My boyfriend gladly obliged and slid upwards about four inches. Carl wrapped his hands around my boyfriend's hips, helping to hold him still as his knees started quivering. Carl nuzzled his neck and started kissing his shoulder. They held the pose for a few moments, “YES!,” Mitch shouted. “This is what I'm after! Now, Carl, keep kissing him, and lower him down so it looks like you're about to cum in his hole!” Carl raised his hips as my boyfriend lowered himself down, now full to the hilt with bare POZ cock. Carl wrapped his hand around my boyfriend's hard cock as he swiveled his hips a bit. They weren't “fucking” exactly, but I could tell that his cock was moving around in my boyfriend's hole. I was dry-mouthed and the room was full of the sound of camera clicks and deep breathing. Mitch was fisting his hard-on with his left hand while firing the camera with his right. “Got what I need, boys! I think we're done with the shoot.” My boyfriend looked right at me as if to say, “Really? This was just getting good!” And he started to pull off. Carl tightened his grip on my boyfriend's waist and held him still. “Mitch might be finished, but I'm not! He won't let me fuck him anymore. Won't you help me out? Your bare tight ass has gotten me so close...” My boyfriend pulled off of Carl's dick and I was relieved to know that he wouldn't be headed home with an asshole dripping POZ cum. Imagine my surprise when he swiveled around so he was facing Carl and sat right down on his cock again. “Lighten up,” my boyfriend said. “You want to fool around with Mitch, don't you? Well, now is your chance!” I knew he had a point, but I also knew that Carl was POZ and he didn't! I was dumbfounded, partially by the painkillers, and partially by the live sex show happening a few feet away from me. Mitch wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock, smearing my precum all over and then fingered some into his ass. He lowered himself onto my dick, facing away from me, watching the scene too. His muscular jock ass felt so good as it wrapped around my cock. Mitch was groaning and talking really dirty, “You gonna breed my ass? Gonna give me your load, you sick fucker? You filthy pig. Gonna seed me good???” That really got me going, and with the hot scene playing out in front of us, he must have fucked himself on my cock for no more than two or three minutes before I fired off into his ass. “Yeah. Give me that load! Breed me good! Fuck yeah!!!!!” Carl looked right at me. “My turn now. You seed my man, I seed your's!” He maintained eye contact with me as he thrust over and over into my boyfriend's bare ass, shooting his toxic cum deep into my boyfriend's bare unprotected ass. Without moving Mitch's ass one bit, I felt my cock spasm as I shot another load deep into Mitch's guts. Mitch and my boyfriend pulled off of our cocks and started kissing. Carl kissed me and wiped his cummy cock off with his hand. He spun me around and wiped some of his POZ seed onto and into my hole. Mitch got to his knees and licked his lover's load out of my ass and then moved onto my boyfriend's ass, licking out as much as possible. When he had a good mouthful of POZ seed, he positioned me on elbows next to my boyfriend. He went from hole to hole working that seed into both of our asses. I wondered what the chances of both of us getting POZZED from Carl's seed being forced into our asses. What Mitch didn't tell me until later when we were getting dressed was that he set the camera on auto mode and had kept it focused on the whole scene when he stopped shooting. It took a photo every five seconds until my boyfriend and I both had asses dripping full of POZ cum. A few weeks later, I ran into Mitch at the gym. He had a disc of all of the photos and asked how me and my boyfriend were doing. Truth be told, my boyfriend had been hornier than ever and then suddenly came down with a really nasty cold. It didn't dawn on me until that very moment that my boyfriend's cold might be the fuck flu. If so, we had one helluva sexy time POZZING him and I was sort of glad it was all captured on film. My boyfriend and I got tested and were frankly shocked when the results came back neg. Turns out he just had the flu. I phoned Mitch to tell him and he told me not to worry... Ending A: Mitch went on to say that he was starting a new series inspired by our shoot. NEG guys knowingly or un-knowingly taking raw POZ cum. He said he'd love to have us as models before and after our conversions if we were game. He also said that he was taking Carl's POZ loads regularly now and photographing every time they fucked so that he would be sure to capture it on film when he finally did convert. Ending B: Mitch went on to confess that the whole thing was part of his art project. Carl was in fact still NEG, even if he was a bit of a chaser. The biohaz tattoo was only temporary and Mitch was fascinated by how many couples were willing to fool around with him. He had fucked girls, guys, and trans holes and never pulled out. No one had asked him to. He knew that one day Carl really would be POZ and that tattoo would be real, and he would be photographing every time they fucked so that he would be sure to capture it on film when he finally did convert. __________ Nothing would please me more than to see some of you guys take this story and run with it. I leave it in someone else's hand to see what happens to this storyline...
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Last night I was feeling extra horny for cum in my ass. I came across an ad on craigslist of a young 22yo straight guy who was looking to get sucked, & fuck an ass. So I responded, after some exchanging of emails, & then texts, he comes over. He's about 5'10, stick thin, skater type, with about a dick of about 7-8inches & thick. Before he came over, I had a pricked condom prepared. I began sucking him, & lubed my self up with the saliva that accumulated in my mouth. I put the condom on him with it really tight on his head. He fucked me for about 20min, but during this time he got semi-soft a few times & I kept getting off & sucking him, with the condom on. He seemed to get the hardest when I sucked him. But the last time I turned around to suck him, he wasn't getting fully hard. So I took the condom off to suck him bare skin to bare mouth. He was standing at the edge of my bed the whole time. I had the condom in my hands, under my head while I was sucking his dick. Blocking his view of the condom in my hands. I felt around the tip of the condom for the pricks I had put it in. I pulled on the head & tore a big hole in the condom. By this time he was fully hard again. So I slipped the condom back on him, but left a little hang off the end of his dick so he wouldn't notice his head popping out of it. Then I turned back around & guided his dick back into my ass with my hand. I held his dick a little tight in order to keep the condom still while his dick slid all the way in, so his head would slide out the tip. And it did! He got to work fucking me, never pulling out all the way, then unloaded his cum in my ass. When he finished, he stood there for a minute, dick inside me, trying to catch his breath & pull him self together. So I reached my hand back & gripped onto his dick telling him to pull out. As he was pulling out I held onto the condom so it would slide off all at one time as he pulled out. I held the condom in my closed hand, & cleaned & sucks his dick some. Then he left. He seemed to still be a little young & naive, especially to gay sex. He never HAD any clue of what I did. We texted after & I asked him "Was there anything specific you liked about it?" Trying to see if he knew what I did. But all he replied with were things like he enjoyed my ass & my mouth. The second guy I met off Grindr. He was a 29yo bear type with a 7in dick. He was a VERY cute bear! He was visiting my area, & we had chatted for a couple days before we hooked up. He arrived at my place in a business suit, because he was visiting for work. The business man type was really hot for me. I prepared another pricked condom. And I sucked him for a while, used my saliva as lube, put the condom on him tight, then he slid in. This fuck was a little longer, & even involved kissing. He was a really good kisser. While he was fucking me on my stomach, I reached back to his dick & could feel the texture difference around his head. I could feel the condom just below his head, & I felt his bare skin of his head. And this happened rather quickly. I guess I had pricked that one a few more times than the other. He told me to flip over onto my back. I guess he was close to cumming because he pulled the condom off as I turned over. But then he stopped & looked at the condom. He went into the bathroom for some light, then he came back to me on the bed. He told me "The condom broke, & probably has been broken for a while." I was just like "Oh?" with a kind of concerned/scared look on my face. Which was hard to fake because I wanted his cum so bad. Since he now realized he had been fucking me with a broken condom, & I secretly already knew. He slid his dick back into me raw & asked me where I wanted him to cum. I just replied with "Inside." He began pounding his dick as hard & deep into me as he could. Soon he shot his load & It felt like I could feel it hitting the inside of my back, if that makes any sense. His cum shot so deep! Then he bent over so kiss me some more, pulled out, cleaned up, got dressed, & left. I did end up taking 2 more loads that night, but they were from fuck buds I already know. So I had a total of 4 loads in my ass by the end of the night. I wanted to keep them in me as long as possible. So I went to sleep & went to work today with them still in me. When I got home around 6pm, I went to use the restroom. No cum came out. I'm guessing & hoping my insides absorbed it. All these guys said they're clean, but we'll see
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At the age of 23 I made a choice that would change the course of the rest of my life. I had been a bottom my whole life, or my whole sexual life. My first boyfriend had insisted that he was a ‘total top’ and I was never given the option to try fucking him and then as time when by I just never really felt the need to top I was perfectly happy getting fucked. I had been a short skinny little twink when my first boyfriend had worked his latex clad cock into my tight winking hole at fifteen causing me to moan with pleasure and with pain. By the time he pulled out and tore the condom off to cum all over me, cum was rocketing out of my own cock without the necessity of my touching myself. My boyfriend and I broke up later that year, but not before he had me taking cock like a champ and loving every moment of it. After we broke up I had a few more relationships but really just found myself on the prowl for cock more often then not. By the time I turned 23 though I was ready for a change. I was no longer the short little waifish twink that had so reluctantly agreed to bottom for my first boyfriend. I had grown to just under six feet with a broad chest and strong features. I worked hard on my body and no one would suspect by my build that rather then play football in high school I had actually played flute in the marching band. I kept my jet black hair short on the sides and messy on top, wore dark square framed 1950’s style reading glasses, which cultivated a slightly hap-dash academic look that fit my studies at grad school at NYU. Going into my second year of grad school I found myself with less and less free time, and craving cock all the more fiercely when those blessed moments of free time presented themselves. I was on all the aps and sites: Grindr, Scruff, Adam4adam, and Manhunt, but something wasn’t clicking any more. Men would bend me over and pound my now seasoned ass and I would no longer feel that load building inside of me ready to explode as the pulled the rubber off to cum on me or shot into the rubber inside of me. I found myself wondering what it would be like without the rubber, what a load dripping out of my hole would feel like. I never discussed with the men with whom I was having sex my questions, although each, so far, had told me he was negative. I knew, of course, taking loads could lead to specific consequences, and I didn’t know if those were consequences I was ready to shoulder. But the question kept nagging at me: What would it feel like? The sort of porn I watched started to change. No longer was it the 'good boy porn' of nextdoorbuddies.com. Rather I started to search the web till I found darker things, things like Timfuck and the entire Treasure Island Media catalogue. I watched these men beg for loads, have raw cock after raw cock slammed into their holes, and in the end be left with spunk dripping from their used up asses. It was their new video that gave me my first idea on how to feel a load inside of me safely. My mind raced as I watched this hot hairy bottom Marcus Issacs had the loads from probably two-dozen condoms squirted into his hole to lube him up for a gangbang. I could do that. I could jerk off into something and freeze the loads so that I could slide a few of them into my ass later and feel the cum run down my legs from my hole. Before I blew my load that night I ran to the kitchen of my little studio apartment and grabbed and ice cube try from the freezer. For the next four days I shot my loads each night into the same cube in the tray, building up a cum block for my hole. On Saturday when I got finished grading the papers for the class that I taught I knew that it was time. I had one of those oh so rare free days now and I wanted more then anything to feel those loads inside of me. I dashed home from the public library where I had been grading, and put on one of the numerous TIM videos I had downloaded. I wasted no more time, as a scene entitled “Dump and Run” started I went to work on my hole with one of several dildos I owned opening myself up quickly. It was a short and brutal scene but by the time the top, some ten minutes or so later, was pulling his shirt back on to leave the loaded up bottom laying on a hotel room bed I had all ready switched to the largest dildo I owned a 10 inch long 8 inch around “Real Deal” dildo from Fort Troff and was bottoming out on the beast feeling it punch deep inside of me. About half way through the next scene I couldn’t take it any longer and jumped up off of the dildo and dashed to the kitchen. I pulled the ice cube tray from the freezer and quickly worked the cum cube loose then I laid down on my back on the kitchen floor, and with my legs in the air quickly pushed the cum cube inside my slack hole. It was so shockingly cold, and I gasped. I had known it would be could but hadn’t guessed it would feel quite as cold as it did inside of me. The cold however was quickly dissipating, leaving only a wet stickiness behind, my cock throbbed but I didn’t care. I stuffed three fingers in my hole feeling the wetness inside of myself. I don’t know how I expected to feel once I had my home made Devil’s Dick inside of myself but this was better, more important, more fulfilling, I never could have imagined this feeling of satisfaction. But that satisfaction quickly drifted away, this wasn’t right, this was my own cum and that wasn’t enough. One all encompassing thought that had been drifting around in my brain for week now crystallized in an instant: I needed to be fucked and bred; I needed to know what it felt like to have a man cum inside of me. I looked at the clock on the oven, it was only five in the afternoon, still plenty of Saturday left. There would be no waiting till my next elusive free day. I needed raw cock then, and there in that moment. I crammed my butt plug into me loose and dripping hole and grabbed my computer. I minimized the porn, allowing it to continue to play the sounds of me fucking still rushing out of the speakers. I opened adam4adam and was about to run a search when I realized that my profile was all wrong for what I needed in that moment. I signed out, and using another email address I created another screen name: bottom4cum. I rushed through the set up process inputting my stats and information, uploading a pic of my ass and then quickly typing out that I was looking for loads asap. I put bottom for my sexual roll, anything goes as my practice, HIV neg for my status and then created my profile. I thought for a moment as I clicked the sidebar to start a search. There was more to what I needed then just cum, the darker part of the thought that had been running around in my head for weeks now bounded to the front of my mind and refused to dissipate from my consciousness. Those consequences I had thought about, the ones that had kept my cum last at bay for so long had to be silenced, not only did I need raw cock but I needed a POZ load. I didn’t care if it took in that moment, that first time wasn’t about getting the bug; it was about freeing myself from guilt and worry. If I took a load now that I knew was POZ then what did I care from then on, I had already done it anything else that happened was fate. I would be free to take whatever cocks, whatever loads I wanted no questions necessary. This first time, this first man to breed me, to POZ my hole had to be perfect. I started a search for all of Manhattan for hairy tops of any age with at least an eight inch cock who were POZ or Undetectable and to narrow down the results a little bit set it to only show guy online right now and who had pictures. I came back with thirteen pages of results. Jesus, I thought, this is going to be fun. It didn’t take long for me to find a few likely candidates and send the three men I found similes and greetings hoping that at least one of them would bite. I started a new TIM porn, this time Viral Loads, it seemed fitting given my new found quest for POZ cum and sat back, playing with the plug in my ass as I waited. A few minutes into watching a hot bottom beg a mean looking top for his raw cock my computer buzzed with the startling sound of an adam4adam message. It was from the second guy I had messaged: BBHighlandScot. There wasn’t much on his profile except that it said he was 34, 6 feet tall, 180 lbs, athletic, with an 8 inch uncut cock, was HIV Positive and preferred meeting at “Your Place”. I looked again through his pictures of a tall handsome man standing with no shirt on by the boat house in central park, and then of a fat, heavily veined, uncut cock thrusting out from a full bush of pubes at the end of a long well defined torso. My hands shaking a little I read the message. “hey mate, thanks for the smile. what’s up?” “i’m good, horny as fuck actually. lol” I responded. “same, wanna get you hole fucked” “hell yes.” “where you at?” I responded with my address. “i’m about twenty minutes away from you, i can be there in 30. one thing first… i’m poz and I only fuck raw and i don’t pull out so once I get my cock in your hole there’s no turning back.” “i’ve got four loads in my hole already, keeping them in with a plug,” was my reply. “little slut. i’ll be there in 30.” He logged off. I realized then that I had never gotten his name or his number, I had done that before with guys but never one who was coming over to fill my hole with his POZ sperm. My heart pounded in my chest as I grabbed a jock strap and a pair of basketball shorts from the fabric crates that I used as a dresser and began to tidy things up a bit. I put the ice cube tray back in the freezer and washed my dildos before putting them away too. I left the lube out on the nightstand and was about to put a condom next to it when I realized I was doing that only out of force of habit. I laughed nervously at myself and as a distraction sat back down on the couch across from my bed and went back to watching porn on my computer. My heart was still pounding but I soon lost myself again in the porn, watching as the bottom who had been begging the brutal looking top for his cock in the first scene was at the center of a massive gang bang and loving every moment of it. My cock was throbbing against the fabric of the white bike jock I had put on and my hole was twitching against the shaft of the butt plug holding the formerly frozen loads inside me. I had become so engrossed in watching this man take fat cock followed by fat cock that I lost track of time and myself. When the sharp knock came on my door I had my hand down my shorts rocking the butt plug back and forth in my hole and moaning slightly. I snapped my computer shut at the sound and slid it under the couch before jumping up to get the door. I was so horny now that my mind had been reduced to one singular thought, my quest for POZ cum. All of my fears and doubts had been washed away in a wave of lust and I answered the door with steady hand. There before me stood the man from his pictures, just over six feet tall with a wicked smile on his handsome face. It was still quite warm for though it was well into September and he wore just a pair of tight fitting dark jeans that showed a sizable bulge at his crotch and a black wife beater t-shit that accented his thickly haired chest and strong muscles. “I’m Jack,” he said in a startling thick Scottish accent, his screen name made sense all of a sudden. “Aiden, you’re Scottish?” I replied, feeling stupid as soon as the words came out of my mouth. “Aye, that a problem mate?” He said his bright green eyes blazing. “Not in the least bit, come in.” I stepped out of the doorway to let him inside the small apartment. He stepped in and I closed the door behind him. “So boy,” his accents made him even hotter, more mysterious, this man from a foreign country come to breed my ass, “You wanna sitta’bout an’ talk, pretend like this is a proper date like or just get down to me breeding that pretty arse of yours.” He grabbed his cock as he said this drawing my attention to his growing bulge. Without stopping to think I got down on my knees in front of him and reached out to undo his pants, he just smiled and put his hands behind his head as I pulled his pants down. I looked up into his glinting green eyes, taking in his jet black hair, his slightly stubbly chin, bushy arm pits and ample chest hair, he was beautiful. As I got his pants to the ground I now found myself face to face with a pair of boxer briefs straining to hold back what was clearly a massive cock. I pulled his shorts off and was almost hit in the face as his cock jumped out of the elastic waist band, it looked thicker and more vicious eye to eye with it then it had in the picture, my mouth watered and my hole gripped the butt plug tightly. “Well, dunnay just set there an’ steer at it, get the fucker in yer mouth,” he said as he pulled off his shirt and kicked his pants and underwear from around his ankles. Not needing to be told a second time I opened my mouth wide and started to work on swallowing the considerable length and girth of this glorious Scot’s cock. I worked my tongue around his foreskin earning a pleasured moan from Jack who then lowered his hands to the back of my head pulling my face to his crotch. I looked up at him as his cock made the bend into my throat causing me to gag a little. With his shirt off I could see that under the hair on his chest was a tattoo encircling his left nipple: a biohazard symbol. My cock strained against my jock even more. His tattoo only increased my hunger for cock and sticking my tongue out and breathing through my nose I swallowed his cock till my nose was buried in his dark pubes, breathing in his musky sent. “Oh fuck yer good at that,” he moaned, “If yer arse is have as nice as yer throat you’ll get more then one load outa me tonight. Get those shorts off boy,” He said, as, his hands still holding my head in place, he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly fucking my throat. I wriggled out of my shorts now knelling in front of him in just a jock with a big black plug up my hole and Jack’s cock stuffed down my throat. After what had only been a few minutes he pulled out saying “Fuck that’s too good, and I dunney wanna waste a load down yer throat, let me see that arse. Get on all fours and show me that plug.” I whipped the spit that had been forced from my mouth by his throat fucking off with the back of my hand and spun around on my knees and bent over so that my ass was stuck in the air. “Look at that nice plugged hole, yeh fucking slut,” Jack laughed and tugged on the plug lightly a few times teasing my hole.“ Lets see how loose and wrecked this boy is then shall we,” he pulled the plug quickly from my hole causing me to yelp. “Now that’s a beautiful gaping hole.” He spat a big glob of saliva onto my hole and started to rub his cock around my stretched out ring spreading it around. “Where’d yeh get the four loads in yer hole already?” “They’re mine,” I explained to him about freezing the loads and then fucking myself with the dildos before shoving the cube inside myself. “So yeh should be pretty well lubed up then boy, is what yer tellin’ me.” “Yeah, stick it in, fuck my ass.” “Yeh, want my POZ cock up yer cunt?” “Yes!” “Yeh want me to breed yer hole, knock you up with my toxic spunk?” “Yes, don’t pull out, fill me with your load.” “You asked fer it,” he said and lined up his cock head with my hole. My sphincter had started to tighten a little bit around the base of the plug after my dildo session earlier but Jack’s cock quickly stretched it right back out again as he sunk his cock in to me in one long sustained thrust. I felt his pubes against my ass and his balls come to rest against mine still held in the jock. He started out slow, easing his cock all the way out of my hole and then pressing the swollen head back in again a few times getting me used to his considerable girth. I moaned loudly each time he came to rest balls deep inside of me his cock well inside my second sphincter. Then he steadily began to pick up the pace but still long dicking my ass, pulling out till just the head was inside and then slamming back in. Sometimes he would slip from my hole but he would just ram his cock back inside of me without missing a beat. Sweat sprung up all over my body and I felt like my hole was on fire, not in a bad way but rather that it burned with lust. I flexed my hole around his pistoning cock taking joy in the little gasps that that elicited from Jack. After a blissful eternity he stopped and pulled out slapping me lightly on the ass, “On yer back, I want yeh to look me in the eyes when I shoot my toxic load inside yer arse” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my ankles, pulling my knees to either side of my broad chest. I prided myself on my flexibility and the ease with which I could present a top my hole in this position. Jack smiled his wicked smile and sank his cock back into my waiting hole closing his eyes in pleasure as he did. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, pressing me down into the floor and he resumed his relentless pounding of my now fuck-battered hole. The room wreaked of sweat and the sent of cum was billowing from my hole, sex hung in the air and did nothing but fuel us both on. I moaned and whimpered with each progressively more violent stab of his cock. Jack grunted unconsciously, his face contorted in a mix of effort and elation as he continued to wreck my hole. His breathing became more erratic and I stared into his face watching the muscles in his cheek spasm with the effort to stave off his orgasm, but there came a moment when he couldn’t put it off any longer. “I’m gonna fucking breed yer fucking cunt, do you want my POZ load boy?” “Yes!” “Say it!” “I want your POZ load!” He locked eyes with my, sweat glistening on his face, his stair piercing and inescapable as he slammed his cock, somehow deeper then ever before and let out a cross between a groan and roar. I could feel it, just as I had felt the cold dissipate earlier now I could feel the heat radiating from the head of Jack’s throbbing cock. I could feel his cum flooding my ass, mixing with the little bits of my own cum that still lingered there. His POZ load filled my hole and I could feel every pulse of his cock adding to the *******. Some part of my mind was surprised that as my lust slackened that my fears did not return, but I was contented with my choice. My hunger for cum was somewhat abated for the moment and like the first time I had been fucked by my first boyfriend I felt that same sense of joyous release. I realized that I had, just like that first time, shot my load without having touched myself, the pouch of my jock was soaked with my cum but that didn’t matter. What mattered more was the load and the cock that had put it there. Jack slowly eased his softening cock from my hole, pausing when he was half way out to ask, “So how is it that yer stell negative if yer willing to take the load of a guy you know to be POZ without any questions or hesitation?” “Well,” I said, feeling rather sheepish, “you’re actually the first guy ever to breed me. Until you I had only fucked safe and with guys who said they were neg, but I’ve been thinking about this for some time now and when I stuck that cube of frozen cum inside of me today I knew I needed to feel the real thing.” “Why didn’t yeh get fucked by a neg guy who would breed yeh then?” “I wanted to be free,” I said matter of factly. Jack’s cock twitched still partly inside of my hole and I felt him begin to swell again. “You wanted t’be free... that’s fucking hot. You up for another POZ load then boy,” he asked as his cock became fully hard again. Instead on answering I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled him down to kiss me and with the other pulled his hips in so that his cock sank back into my cummy hole. The End
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Wanted to give a shout out to this porn star. Not only is he really hot, but he almost always tries to fuck raw in his condom only scenes. I have never seen anyone so agressively do this. I think those of us who like raw might not find scenes like this. check out: juan's magic wand (second scene): attempts to fuck bttm raw the whole scene and suceeds at the end, bttm tries to stop him (third scene): you can see him literally take off the condom and drop it on the side of the bed ruffneck rehab (last scene) gets fucked raw by well known latino star alejandro; you cam see them both attempting to do it and checking out the camera to see if the will get caught latino manhole (third scene): fucks bttm with condom but removes it before the end; bttm seems to be surprised but let him continue and even rides him raw; the fact that the bttm acknowledges how great his raw cock feels is so hot! granted the bttm is antonio vela who does raw in a lot of scenes but still very hot
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I posted a fictionalized account of my first POZ load on Bugshare a few years ago. I can't find the original file, but it's hot enough that I thought I'd share it with you sick fuckers. The story below is much more like what really happened, but if anyone happened to copy my original story, please post it to the comments below. It was also called “Taking Juan's Load.” My boy was out of town and I was invited to a colleague's birthday party. When I got there, I was delighted to find Juan, a guy who works on the same floor in my office. We were both out about our sexuality at work, and both in relationships. He was also there stag, as his boyfriend was home with a cold. We sat next to each other during a very fancy dinner where much wine flowed. After a few glasses, everyone at the party started relaxing; ties came untied, shirt buttons were unbuttoned. By the time we cut the cake, me and Juan were both pretty tipsy. He looked into my eyes, and put his hand on my thigh, rubbing it higher and higher. His hand brushed my hardening cock, and he leaned over and whispered, “Let's get out of here.” I'm sure our host knew something was up. I'm not sure he could have missed my throbbing dick pressing against my slacks. We were all over each other as soon as we were in the elevator downstairs. I untucked his shirt, and was running my hands all over his furry muscled chest and tweaking his pierced nips. He was shoving his tongue as deeply into my mouth as it would go. We pulled ourselves together and raced through the lobby holding hands and onto the street, hopping into a passing cab. We gave the driver directions to my place, and continued making out. He forced my hand into his crotch, where I was pleasantly surprised by the HUGE cock waiting for me. He was already fully hard. I unzipped his pants, and worked his impressive uncut dick through the fly. He was already oozing precum, which I worked over the head, and used to lube the handjob. He was really gushing, and I couldn't help but lean over and taking his dick as far into my mouth as it would go, lapping up his juices. The thrill of cheating, and sucking dick in public made me harder than I had been in a long long time. Before long, we arrived at my building, urgently paid off the cabbie, who was grinning ear to ear. We ran through the halls until we arrived at my door, and ripped each other's clothes off as soon as we were inside my living room. His hot breath was all over me as he kissed all over my body, sucked my hard dripping cock to the base in one swallow. He spit on his hand and started working one then two fingers into my tight quivering hole. I knew he wanted to go all the way. I was nervous, as I had been in a monogamous relationship for quite some time, and knew I didn't have any condoms in the house. I always played bare with my boyfriend, and trusted that he would never fool around behind my back. Until now, I had never cheated on him. I told this to Juan, and he smiled, reaching over to the pile of his clothes, and pulled out his wallet, taking out two condoms. “Always prepared,” he said in his sexy light Latin accent. We were so hot for each other, there was no way we were going to make it to the bedroom, so he bent me over right there on the living room sofa, and rimmed my hole. He worked in three or four fingers with plenty of spit, and he paused to roll the rubber over his dick. He said, “You're sure about this? Even with a condom, this can be dangerous...” I didn't know then exactly what he meant, but I answered by grabbed his latexed cock and pulling it to my hole. My ass was loose and wet enough from his fingering that it swallowed his dick all the way to the balls. He was gentle, pulling out all the way and then slowly putting the whole thing back in. After a few minutes of this, I begged him, “Give it to me hard!” He tentatively replied, I want to go hard, but I don't want the condom to break.” “Oh screw the condom! Give it to me!” As soon as he picked up the pace, I knew he really had been holding back. He was pounding my hole like my boyfriend never could. Even with him rubbered up, it felt amazing. I was leaning back to meet his every thrust. This must have gone on for about ten minutes. My hole was completely numb, and my head was spinning when he pulled out and ripped off the condom. He was jerking himself to completion as I spun around. I knelt before him to swallow his load, but he quickly pushed me away, and shot spurt after spurt onto own hand, and wiped it up with a convenient tissue. A waste of a hot load, I thought. “Want to do me?,” he asked. “Hell yes, but only if I can rim you first.” “As long as you're okay with this,” he replied. The whole time we had been playing, I had been rock hard, and my cock had been bouncing up and down as Juan had fucked me. Now, however, it started to go down. Usually, rimming a puckered hole is a quick way to get me hard again. I bent Juan in half and started to go to town on his ass. His hole was really loose, and looked like it had been plowed more than a few dozen times. I pushed my tongue into his hold on the first lick, and had three fingers inside of him before long. My dick had sprung back to life, and I ripped open the condom to roll it on. Now, it had been four years since latex had touched my dick, and it withered before my eyes as soon as the condom came near it. I was mortified. Juan saw my horror, and knelt before me, sucking me back to fully hard. I tried again, but started going soft as soon as I had the condom on. I explained that it had been a long time since I had played with a rubber on, and he smiled, whispering, “Well, stick that dick in me, and I'm sure it will get hard again.” I shoved my shrinking cock into his hole, but it was no use. There was no way I could stay hard with the condom. I pulled out with a wet plop, and unrolled my dick. Juan smiled a wicked smile and said, “I know how to get you off. Don't worry about the condom.” Juan sat down in the corner of the sofa, and beckoned me to him, taking my dick into his mouth as I leaned into him. He began fingering my ass again, and my cock sprang back to fully erect in mere seconds. He grasped my cock, spread his legs as wide as they would go, lifted his ass, and pulled my bare dick to his hole. I looked into his eyes and asked, “Raw?” “Raw.” I leaned forward to kiss him as my cock sank smoothly into his velvety hole. He was loose and wet, so completely different than my boyfriend. I was frozen still as he worked his whole body up and down my bare cock. I was drunk and dizzy and not thinking straight at all. I might have fucked him raw for a minute or for an hour, I don't know. I snapped to as I was about to cum, and he pulled away from our kiss asking, “Are you close?” I answered with a grunt, shooting my first blast of cum deeply into his bare unprotected sloppy wet hole. Half of the next spurt went into his hole too, the other half spraying his furry ass cheeks. The rest went all over his balls, oozing onto the sofa below. He calmly asked, “Where did you cum?” I apologized saying, “It all happened so fast. I came in you a little.” He soothed me, saying, “That's okay. It happens. That's how it happened to me.” What was he talking about? He continued on telling me the story of how an ex had cum in him a little once, and that's how he got pozzed. What the hell??? I had just let a poz guy fuck me with a condom, and I had just fucked him raw!!!!! I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. All of the air went out of the room. Juan could tell that I was freaking out. He then realized what had happened. He thought I knew he was poz and figured either it didn't matter to me or that I must be poz too. I realized that I had swallowed so much of his precum that I had already been exposed to the virus. I figured I could go to the ER the next morning and get something to try to fend it off. I sat back and regained my senses. He promised me that everything would be fine, and that it usually took a lot more exposure than one try to get pozzed. That was some sort of comfort. I leaned into his furry chest and nuzzled there for a few minutes, lightly teasing his nips. I noticed that his cock was springing back to life. He whispered to me, “I think I could go again if you're up for it. Whatever damage has been done has already been done. Want to go for round two?” “But we used both of the condoms.” “What do we need condoms for? I took your load raw. Don't you think it's only fair that you take mine too?” “But I'm neg.” “For now,” he replied. To my amazement, my dick was instantly fully hard again. I allowed him to turn me over and work his raw dripping cock all the way into my raw vulnerable hole. After another rough fuck, he came inside me, flooding my guts with his poz seed. I nearly fainted when I felt blast after blast of the virus shooting from his cock and becoming one with my hole. I fucked him bare again, this time not pulling out at all. He came again as I blasted off inside him. He rolled me over and wiped all of his third load of the night into my bare pussy. He kissed me again, hard and rough, and then quietly got dressed and left without another word. The next day at work, we saw each other in the hallway, and acted as if nothing had happened. When my boyfriend got back from his business trip, I didn't tell him a thing about my night with Juan, but I didn't want to fuck him either. I wanted to be tested and make sure I wouldn't infect him. I let him pound my bole for a month telling him that I was feeling like a slut bottom lately. He didn't ask questions and was happy to pound my hole without needing to give it up for me. I went to the clinic a few weeks later and got tested. It came back neg. I went again two months later. Still neg. Only then did I feel safe fucking my boyfriend raw again. I had had my first taste of poz cum and knew that I had already begun slipping down that slope. Now, years later, my boy and I have both opened up to taking and sharing poz loads. It all started with Juan's load.
