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I was about 25 years old and I hooked up with a guy on one of those phone lines. He was in my neighborhood and I wanted to get fucked. The guy came over and was a skater looking dude. Nice 9" inch dick. I start sucking on his cock and he goes to turn me over to fuck me and I ask if he has a rubber. H says G's, but didnt seem to happy about it. (I had never been fucked without one at that point. He came and on his way out said we shoukd get together again that following Sat, totally into and made the plans. Sat arrives and he comes over and asks if I have ever partied. Up till then, I'd done coke with friends out and smoked weed, but that we it. He said I want you to try this stuff I have called Tina. I was so into him I was lik ok, sure. He cut me two lines and he two lines and snorted it. Wow...my head was burning and within minutes I just had the urge to guzzle down on his dick. While I was doing that he was playing with my hole and he put a big shard inside and my ass was on fire, he told me he wanted to fuck me right now but without a condom....I hesitated a moment and I told him, fuck ya go ahead, just don't come inside.....that fucker stuck his raw dick in my hole and it felt amazing. By the time he was about to shoot he grabbed onto my thigh and said get ready I'm gonna blast you right now......and he fucking breed my sloppy and once I had that in there....there was no going back, Tina and sex have going hand in hand for me. Nothing like it, woof,
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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
