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So I was introduced to sounding years ago (2004-06?) as someone who I was playing with noticed, what I will say for lack of me being mere hours old, a sub-dermal incision through the underside of the glans (you'll see in pics) which I'm guessing happened when I was circumcised (hence foggy memory of 4 hours alive!) We discovered that he could slide the larger end of his sounds into his cock (they had a different gauge on either end) and the other end into mine. So I will say this delightful phallusly deft South African had upgraded his PA to 000 I believe (oh the memories of his cock with both his current PA and the size down interlocked and up my butt with his 8+" thrusting....excuse me, I've strayed from the topic.) so his urethra had been stretched, but mine, was a virgin up until then with sounding. Flash forward to 2018 and I'm zooming and notice someone sliding something long and white and bendy into his urethra. I messaged and found out it was a silicone sound and it vibrates. OMG! where have I been hiding for the last 10 years? (Whole other story...) So what does one do when they discover something new they want now, or two days from now? You guessed it: Am@$#*N! 2 days later 2 silicone sounds with vibrators of 10 different patterns. Died and gone to heaven! over the next coming months various other silicone plugs and "catheter" like items showed up, until my metal articulated urethral sound for e-stim arrived. First look I was intimidated, but when I finally let all 12+" slide allllllthewayin....my first orgasm from sounding came from this sound, however I haven't juiced it up. I guess my question that I'll pose for discussion is two parts: Tell us about your memorable sounding experience(s) and if you have juiced your sound up with a tens unit pass along some tips /tricks etc...? and if any doctor other than the one who circumcised me (Sydney, 7th day adventist hospital, December of '77 apparently you were shirtless or the buttons on your shirt were open real low according to my mom) does it look like was a sub-dermal slice done mechanically during the circumcision? Cause that exposed area, the cove of shivers, slide your Tongue there while sucking Francois (my cock was named, not by me however) eyes will roll so far into the back of my head...
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I fucked a slutty chemmed up bottom on Sunday morning. I wasn't on chems. It was my second hook up within the space of 1 hour. . It didn't start off as a good fuck, quite frankly he was squirming all over the place like a fish out of water, which made it difficult to continuously fuck him. Anyway I managed to work on his hole for a while and I got close, spunked up his guts and carried on fucking as it felt good. After about a minute or two I started getting close again and shot my load again and it felt fucking amazing It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I've never been able to cum so close to each other like that and never had an orgasm that intense. I've heard the sensation gets more intense with age? Or maybe some other reason? Anyone else able to have intense orgasms within a minute or two of each other?
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Hey guys, I always played safe, hence I have no idea on how is having a dick bare in ass when the top has orgams. Throbbing cock that cum in my throat is for me a huge turn on. Guess about anal? It's less sensitive I reckon, moreover intestine cannot savor the cum... 🙂
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I've never had an orgasm with my dick and I don't want to, either. But I'm curious about the difference between a dick orgasm and an anal orgasm. I don't get hard when I'm horny so there's no danger of me cumming with my dick. I know there are guys who have had both, and some bottoms even jack off or get blown after they get fucked. What's it like? Does it feel the same as an anal orgasm? As someone who's only ever orgasmed from my ass, I know when it's happening and how satisfied I feel afterwards. Every top I've had seems like they're super satisfied after they cum, and some of them don't want to fuck anymore or just can't fuck anymore. Do bottoms who cum with their dick feel the same way after an orgasm? If it's a different feeling, can you describe it?
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I was having sex with one of my regulars yesterday and he apologized to me when he couldn't cum. He said his doctor had put him on Celexa (citalopram) for depression a few days before and that he hadn't been able to have an orgasm since. And no matter what we tried, he couldn't cum. He has no problem getting hard, he just can't get off. He can't even cum when he jerks of to his favorite porn. I googled a bit and discovered that this is a very common side effect for men on this medication. Has anyone here heard of any ways to overcome this (other than changing meds)? I found a few posts about using herbal "enhancers" but I'm skeptical of that kind of bunk. Any suggestions? -
Yesterday I had the strongest orgasm I've ever experienced in my life. It was a spontaneous fuck between me and my boyfriend and to be honest, I wasn't even that horny when we started fooling around. He had my on my stomach and started eating my ass and it just felt so good, then he fucked me. I normally have a few anal orgasms when he's working to please me but last night it was just one time. But it was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced. When I started to climax I could feel it, but then it felt like something popped inside me and it got stronger and then it just kept getting more and more intense. I think we fucked for about 5 minutes max, but it was the best orgasm I've ever had. The thing I loved most about it was how long it's stayed with me. I woke up this morning and rolled over to grab my dildo but realized that I was still satisfied and didn't feel like riding it. I'm about to head to work and my ass feels like I just got laid 5 minutes ago. What was your best orgasm ever? Do you remember what you loved most about it? Are you a top or a bottom? -
I'm 21 years old and 100% gay (i don't like women at all and never have and never will). I also don't suck cock and can't take it up the ass either, but I never really have anal sex at all because i can't orgasm from fucking a guy's ass. I definitely can't while wearing a condom. I've tried a couple times without a condom a long time ago but i never could from that either. However, I was always able to orgasm and ejaculate inside the first man I fucked in the ass. but that was a really long time ago. I really can only orgasm from being jerked off or sucked off. But I want to be able to orgasm from fucking a guy's ass too. Does anyone know how I can fix that? -
This is a hot cum shot. Top is so loud! http://barebackbastards.com/25254/seed-me-daddy/
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How many times can you spunk in an average session (say within an hour or 2)? Whats your recovery time? For me I'm usually the last to cum, if I'm out cruising then I'll play for hours without cumin and then spunk when I get home or find a hole to unload in just before I leave. If I'm getting fucked then I last for hours, if Im fucking then as soon as I've shot my load then I'm usually done. On occasion I've stayed horny after shooting my load and then been able to fuck again 15/20 mins or so later I had a guy in Chicago fuck me 4-5 times in the space of two hours. He was a body builder so all that working out gave him the horn permanently. He tried to stealth breed me and I caught him, didn't bother me and he fucked me raw for the remaining fucks.
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Three or four 20 minute intervals with a dildo and poppers makes for an intense afternoon. Multiple orgasms drops my sex drive to o% - only then do I know I'm ready to get fucked! Anyone else?
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I had been pozzed but so far had successfully pozzed only one hole in the two or three years since my misfortune. That first hole took but only bcause he had been brutally fisted a day or two before and he just wanted a small dick to shoot some cum into him to ease the pain and friction. That was when I found out how much better my dick felt and how more intense and pleasurable my orgasms were when I knocked-up a neg hole. The deck was stacked against me: Few were attracted to a short fat balding man who wore "nerdy" glasses which I wore because other kinds seldom fit my face, I had a small uncut dick, small fingers and bit my nails because it was better for my line of work in a factory and I cant stand having the dead white on the ends of them anyway. Keeping my nails short also enhanced masturbating which I enjoyed almost as much as fucking ass and getting my cock sucked. Even now masturbating when I cant find a piece of ass or a decent cockscker still gives my dick pleasure. I did have the advantage of being all masculine instead of having any effeminate looks or actions like a number of guys I knew or fucked. Most of the holes I did fuck were already pozz and most of the neg holes I fucked tended to stay neg. My orgasms from fucking ass and getting my cock sucked felt good but that first hole I pozzed gave my dick that extra great feeling orgasm similar to a great fuck in my early twenties when I successfully broke a virgin asshole's cherry and fucked him til I came in him while he begged me to stop, screamed and cried from the abject pain I enjoyed putting to his ass with each thrust of my dick, an excellent orgasm repeated when I pozed the first neg hole. I was so excited when I got the news that I was the stud who knocked-up the little twink's near-virgin ass I had to go masturbate. Ken a poz friend of mine with a dick as small as mine told me I should stop biting my nails so I could cut up a rectum with a nail like he did but I'd then need to clean the asshole's shit from under my nails which I knew was a bitch according to some of the fist fuckers I knew. Ken set up a three-way date with a neg bug-chaser twink whom he picked up for my pleasure. When Ken introduced us the 'chaser wasnt too happy that I would knock him up but all I cared about was that fucking him would add to my pleasure and feeling of masculine superiority and male ego when I pozzed his ass with my HIV-laden sperms. "Well, I'm twice the man he'll ever be so I'll enjoy breeding the bitch." I told Ken. The punk gave me a dirty look, mainly because the truth hurt. At least he wasnt a flaming fem queen, being just an average garden variety semi-unisex-looking twink-dude in his early twenties. Ken pointed to his sex mattress on the floor which had a rubber sheet on it topped by a stained bedsheet and told the punk lay on his stomach on it, legs spread wide. He then shoved his callused index finger up the asshole without any lube, pumped and twisted it in there and then added a second finger, thrust and twisted them in there while the twink whined and gritted his teeth in pain until he pulled them out. They had blood on them which he didnt let the twink see. Ken made him get up and suck my forty-three year old dick to hardness, then said, "She's all yours, Arnold, have a good piece." After sucking my dick the fella returned to his position on his stomach on the mattress, with a pillow under his pelvis, and spread his legs. I added some grease to his spit on my dickhead and mounted him. I lined up my shot with Ken's help and then entered the hole. He was decently tight, a cut man would have found him perfect. I liked how his ass snugged around my dick, reminding me of how good my dick felt when I successfully broke that ass-cherry two decades earlier. I hilted my dick in him, flexed it and commenced fucking him. He had to get used to my weight on his back as well as my grip when I held his upper arms to raise my upper torso for increased penetration. I fucked him good, enjoying how good my dick felt in him and my feeling of the masculine power in my loins and my balls to change his life, feeding my manly ego as I exercised my masculine sexual power to enjoy myself getting my rocks off in the asshole, enhanced by what my potentially deadly sperms would do to him. I fucked him at a pace that made my dick feel good. Within minutes I got my urge, picked up the pace, fucked him faster and hilted my dick up the asshole as my penis pumped my load into him in rapidfire spurts as I remained hilted in him. I enjoyed how really great my orgasm felt shooting my AIDS into him, my climax-swelled penis feeling excellent shooting-off powerful spurts of loaded cum. After about a minute the sensitivity eased off and I resumed fucking until my balls were empty and my dick started getting soft. "Man that felt good!" I said as I dismounted and stood beside the mattress waiting for the cunt to get up and suck my dick clean. He finally got his ass up, knelt before me and sucked it clean. Ken had to remind him to kiss it and my balls, a finish that was doubly important to me considering what my poz cum would do to him starting in about three weeks. Ken and I hugged and french kissed. The twink then decided that we were finished with him and got dressed. "Have a nice day sweetie and let us know how you feel next month" Ken said. The twink muttered something as he left. Ken and I hi-fived, hugged & french kissed and went to the local gay/bi watering hole to enjoy a beer. A month later the bitch didnt contact us but word got out about the flu that made him feel like he was beaten to a pulp in an alley. My dick sprang to attention in my pants and I had to wank it off while thinking of the hell the twink would face for the rest of his life, just as I had after finding that I'd knocked-up my first HIV-conquest. Ken had helped me prove my potent manhood and for me to enjoy a great feeling orgasm by pozzing an asshole. He would later introduce me to a friend much like myself who had his own solution to my problem.
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I had done Santa gigs for a number of years at a couple of malls and had succeeded in getting 'promoted' from the throne to standing next to a chimney with a slot-safe inside it. Standing a four hour shift after my regular job beat the hell out of dealing with little snot-noses on the throne for those four hours. The nice thing was that not only did the throne Santas have an elf, but I was assigned one as well. It seemed to double the donations and our secondary job was to monitor for suspicious activity, answer questions including giving gift advice, directing customers to the various stores in the mall and telling the kids wanting toys where the throne line was. I was still fat even though I had caught the bug a couple of years earlier. At fifty-two I was still working at the plant and was still able to get it up which was fortunate because the blue pills hadn't yet been invented. In contrast to my build, Carl my elf assistant, was a clean-shaven, slender twenty-two year old college graduate with long blond hair. He was bisexual and was a dream to have, especially after our shift when he shucked my Santa boots, and then my sneakers which I wore inside them, peeled off my socks and gave my tired somewhat sweaty feet a nice massage. He generally also provided an oral massage which started with him sucking my toes, licking between them and licking his way up finishing at my ankles and then finishing by giving me a nice blowjob and swallowing my cum, sucking off of my cock and kissing it and my balls. He had been doing this since our second day and hadn't caught my bug despite having swallowed about a dozen loads from my HIV-shooting dick. I had wanted to fuck his smooth ass after our third day when I saw him bending over after shedding his green union-suit elf outfit which he wore commando. He looked almost like a flat-chested woman. I was torn between pozzing his ass and preserving him since he gave good head, swallowed my loads, gave my smelly feet nice massages and almost worshiped me. Some two and a half weeks after we started the gig I was relieving myself in the end stall in the mens room and overheard him telling a friend of his that if he was a woman he'd love to have my baby and that if I had AIDS he'd take my bug. He also discussed his impending move out west to Nevada after the holiday season. I was flattered, since I was just another fat middle aged man who worked at a metal fabrication plant in the daytime. That made my decision for me: I decided to add him to my so far short list of conversions. I had noticed that when I pozzed someone my orgasms felt much better than when I cornholed an asshole that was already poz. My dick swelled hearing their little conversation and I waited in the stall until they left the mens room before I wiped and left the stall. I planned to shag his ass during our last week at the mall. I found out he had a lover who was negative and had a small 5" uncut dick. My dick was over seven inches, thick and cut, but Carl handled it well when blowing me - which he did two or three times a week. I had scouted out various out of the way places at the mall and lent Carl to one of the janitors who was negative and near my age. There was a seldom-used supply room my janitor-friend Steve said we could use. It had a heavy duty workbench the perfect height for bending someone over for anal action. Our second to last night which was December 23rd was our night. After waiting for the guard to come with the hand truck to take the chimney to the security office, shucking our outfits and hanging them up in our lockers and getting back into our street clothes we met Steve who let us into the supply room. Steve had even lay an old folded up canvas tarp on the workbench and stayed to watch the action. We all stripped and I had Carl suck Steve off to start things. It was my payment for Steve accommodating us - although he had already pumped a few loads into Carl. "You're a good stud Steve." I said after he finished shooting off his load in Carl's man-loving mouth. After Carl swallowed Steve's load, sucked off of his cock and kissed it and his balls he turned around and sucked on my cock which was already half hard from watching my skinny old janitor friend use his head. Carl sucked my cock into his mouth, hugged me while sucking me to full hardness and then opened wide to leave my dick wet with spit. He then bent-over the end of the workbench while I greased up my half-century-old weapon which was now throbbing. I stepped up to Carl's still bug-virgin ass, lined up my shot, grabbed his hips and shoved it in. I slid right up his ass and hilted myself. My dick felt really good inside Carl who seemed to vibrate in lust for me. Steve's almost 7"of meat had fucked him the night before so he was used to a good sized dick in him. The warmth of Carl's love tunnel was intoxicating and I wanted to pound him from the start but I needed to put some new fissures in his asshole so my dirty sperms could better spread my deadly bug into him. I took my time, starting out slowly, working my diseased precum into his anal walls. I gradually increased my speed, taking full strokes in him. The way his hole snugged my dick added to my pleasure and made me feel great as I made love to him. Steve looked on with rapt attention, his own dick returning to hardness despite having just blown his load in Carl's mouth. I was glad Steve had fucked him several times as well as used his mouth. After about five minutes I let my loins take over and started fucking Carl aggressively, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass with each self-satisfying thrust of my dick in it. Knowing I would fuck up his life added to my thrill as I fucked him faster, harder, my fat shaking with each thrust of my mighty penis in him. I jack-hammered him and then grinned and grunted as my dick began shooting powerful spurts of deadly HIV-laden cum into his bowels. My knees shook, like they had in my younger days, with the thrill of firing my deadly weapon inside him filling him with my filthy life-changing bug. I kept thrusting until I was spent and then rested, still gripping his hips as my prick's pulses of joy subsided. It was even better than my first piece of a man's ass when I was eighteen, how excellent my dick felt when I shot my virus into him. I remained inside Carl, who was lovingly massaging my spent meat with the muscles of his ravaged hole. "That was a great fuck. If I was queer instead of a man and wanted the bug I would have loved your meat in me!" Steve said and kissed my cheek. I kissed his cheek back and thrust a few more times before slowly pulling out. I withdrew slowly so as to keep as much of my deadly cum in him as possible. After I pulled-out of Carl, he got off the workbench, turned, knelt and sucked my dick clean, moaning in delight. He then sucked off of it, kissed it and my balls, stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back and Steve and I hugged, then they hugged and we got dressed. Carl was so turned on by me he had cum while I fucked him. He got on all fours and licked his cum off the canvas draped over the end of the workbench and off the floor where it had dripped off the canvas. The last night, the twenty-fourth, was busier than other nights with kids and parents lined up to the doors of one end of the mall to sit on the throne-Santa's lap and give him their lists. My chimney safe was almost full and Carl was getting tired from answering the numerous questions as to where stores were in the mall and others. Three men came on to him and he accepted two, trading phone numbers. That final night I screwed Carl's ass again just to make sure I'd knock him up and Steve masturbated into his mouth. We turned in our outfits and left our separate ways. Almost on schedule Carl caught the AIDS flu which also delayed his move out west. He figured out that I had given it to him but seemed actually pleased about it, more proof that I knew he wanted to get fucked in more ways than one by a real man. After he recovered I fucked his ass and gave him a drink of my warm beer on tap after he sucked my dick clean. I had his mouth the next night. I also introduced him to a couple of my poz friends who also had their pieces of him. He finally made his move and got his job there. He met some fem queen and knocked him/her up. He said that was his best feeling orgasm when he pumped his dirty load up the fem's ass. He also said he was glad my orgasm felt that good when I knocked him up that night before X-mas Eve and how much he enjoyed giving me sexual pleasure despite the hardships he'd face for the rest of his life. He truly had my 'baby'.
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I had taken my last shower of the week on Thursday night, worked up a sweat Friday at the plant and then sweated more on the weekend working in the yard, servicing the truck and helping a neighbor roto-till part of his vegetable patch for summer planting. I was horny that Sunday afternoon since my last sex was with my lover Thursday night and he didnt want to put-out until after I'd taken my shower. I sometimes went to a local 50/50 watering hole half a mile from our place for a cold one and maybe score a blowjob or piece of ass if my lover wasnt home or if he was busy. I was a normal masculine fat average man about six feet tall and still about 275 with a full head of hair, black-frame hornrim glasses over my blue eyes, full beard, thick guitar-pick nails I seldom bit or cleaned after the day I found out I was poz, almost 8" of cut meat and size 11 sweaty feet. Many said I had the libido of a man half my age and this continued for a few years after my life-changing diagnosis. I was and still am a total Top. That Sunday afternoon half an hour after lunch the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello." Rick was on the other end and told me he'd be at the bar which was half a mile from our place. "I'll meat you there in about half an hour." I said and we hung up. "Who was that?" my lover asked. "I gotta make a delivery. I'll be back in an hour or two. I'm gonna change out of these boots first." I replied. While shucking my work boots and slimey sweat-wet socks I'd worn all weekend I thought of how Rick and I had made our date. My date Rick was a twenty-five year old classic geek type like surfers kicked sand in the faces of at the beach half a century ago. He had black hair in a conservative haircut, blue eyes, no facial hair, 6 uncut inches and feet like mine but not as wide or smelly. He didnt wear glasses and was more masculine and stronger than the average geek and weighed a healthy 190 at 5'11". He was versatile and could take either the man's or the person's part in most sex acts. Our first sex act had been him licking and sucking my grungy feet followed by fucking him in his mouth in the brick shithouse at the back of the plant grounds after we'd punched out for the day. Two weeks later I had caught the HIV from some asshole I'd fucked at the baths. He had wanted to give his HIV - cherry to a masculine stud so after a couple of weeks of discussion at work he decided that he wanted my deadly load. I would be glad to deliver. I had told him all the consequences of being positive, starting with the nasty flu symtoms that would keep him in bed for a while, the drug regiman with the side-effects and dangers from skipping a dose, how he would begin wasting away once the effectiveness of the drugs lessened and how he would end up in a miserable prolonged agonizing death years later. He took it all in and said he still wanted to "have my baby" even after I told him that he was just another piece of hole I'd fuck and that my love and affection was reserved for my lover whom I had pozzed a few months earlier. I still wore my cutoff jeans and sweaty wife-beater. I put on my tire-tread-sole leather sandals and told my lover I'd be back in a while. "Have a good time. Seed him well but dont spend all night." he replied and kissed me. I headed out and walked the five blocks to the joint. The afternoon was still warm so I was comfortable. I walked in the bar and scanned the place for Rick. Mikey the long-haired bleached blond was there but kind of ignored me as he had since the day I'd told him I was poz. Slobby Bill was talking with some plain looking man who wanted to blow him. I greeted him as I proceeded to the back of the joint. The far end of the bar yielded Rick. He was wearing his sweater-vest over a white shirt, dark blue slacks and black oxfords. I went over to him and said, "Hi Rick. How's tricks?" "Funny. You know I havent scored in a month except my hand and sucked a cock. You horny?" he replied before telling me he earned a little extra money that morning by handing out religious tracts at a strip mall and sucked off his boss when his shift was over. " I have a nice load for you." I told him. "That's just what I want stud, I cant wait to feel you pumping it deep in me!" he gushed, obviously in heat. He finished his beer, got off his stool and followed me to the mensroom at the back of the bar. The john was smallish with a single stall and a trough urinal but had room for a couple to get it on without getting in the way. Rick opened his mouth and I spat in it. He then knelt, kissed my crotch through my pants and then unzipped my fly. He lowered the waistband of my sweaty stained undershorts, carefully fished my dick and balls out, kissed them and my dick and sucked it into his mouth. He hummed in delight as he began sucking it hard, his head semi-buried beneath my sweaty beer-gut. I felt good, my dick bathed in his man-loving mouth as he held my hips under my love-handles and hummed in delight further stimulating my love-rod, his forehead lightly rubbing the underside of my gut as he sucked on my shaft.. A few minutes later I was fully hard in his mouth. I felt good, standing tall and proud with him sucking my dick. His mouth was a great cunt, even better than any vagina including my best girlfriend's when I was in college. Rick did a great job sucking me hard, his velvety mouth loving and caressing my love-gun as he took it all the way to my nuts. He sucked and swallowed the last bits of underwear lint off my shaft, opened his mouth wide to leave it wet with his spit, kissed it again and pulled away from me. He stood up, dropped his pants, pulled one pant-leg off over his shoe, spread his legs a little, bent-over and grabbed his ankles while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. I spat on his asshole and took my position behind him. "Your last chance to beg off. You sure you want my death?" I asked him. "Yes! Please fuck me before I get cold feet!" he anxiously replied. I lined up my shot, put my dick to his hole, grabbed his hips and pulled him to me as I shoved my death-gun up his bug-virgin hole with a good pelvic thrust to hilt myself in him as he flinched from my rapid penetration. He was still decently tight, especially around my good-sized dick. I flexed my love-muscle inside him and began fucking him with full strokes, the entrance of his hole feeling my meat from my glans to my pubes as my sweaty crotch met his ass hairs with each sex-loving stroke. I began to increase my pace, fucking him with gay abandon. Rick seemed energized as he put all his effort into pleasing my horny dick with his ass muscles as I fucked him. My dick felt good as he brought me closer to orgasm. Seemingly in no time I was getting ready to shoot. I thrust harder, and faster as my knees began to shake. I continued fucking him, feeling his ass muscles kind of contract, knowing I was turning him on so much he came from getting fucked by me. I pounded him hard, the slaps of my pelvis on his ass echoing in the small tearoom as my loins took over with a mind of their own to pile-drive my shaft in him. A few minutes later I grinned wide and grunted as I rewarded him with my deadly HIV-laden load as my prick pulsed in absolute pleasure with each deadly spurt I shot inside his ass as I pumped my diseased poison cum into his love-hole. The great feeling in my dick spread throughout me enveloping me in the greatest feeling a man can have, the male orgasm. I rammed his hole until I was spent and then hilted myself in him, remaining in position with his ass hairs one with my pubes, my cock deep up his love-canal to force my sperms into the walls of it to carry their load into his anal walls to infect him. I then corkscrewed my hips, pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few more times with brutal snaps of my hips, the slap of my pelvis on his ass sounding like gunshots, and then hilted myself again. A couple of minutes after the last of my sperms had left my dick on their mission to spread my virus through his rectum, my dick softened a little and I released my grip on his hips. I noticed a couple of cuts in his skin from my thick nails as I pulled out and stood back. He turned around while changing from his bent-over position to a kneeling position, kissed my dick and sucked it into his mouth to clean it. He took it to my pubes, his nose buried in my pubic mound, and sucked while humming in delight, then pulled his head back a little. I began pissing in his mouth. He gulped my equally poz-laden urine like he was thirsty after a day in the hot desert. As with all the other times I used someone's mouth for a urinal, pissing in his mouth felt almost as good as cumming in it. He drank it all, letting none leak from between his lips and my shaft. He continued to suck another few minutes after the last drops had entered his stomach, hugged my pelvis tight with my dick hilted in his mouth, his nose buried in my pubes, and then lovingly sucked off of my dick leaving it clean and dry. He kissed my glans and then my sweaty scrotum. I could almost see hearts floating up from his head like in a dirty picture I saw one Valentines Day. He stood up and thanked me for a wonderful time and opened his mouth wide, I spat in it. He swallowed my spit and hugged me. He praised my studmanship and said he couldnt wait to bust his own poz nut in someone. He put his pants back on while I pulled mine back up. We zipped our flies, buckled our belts and left the john. I had to get home so I bid him goodbye and walked home in the twilight dusk. My lover greeted me with a bear hug and passionate french kiss after I told him how well I had seeded Rick. My poison seed had worked. Three weeks later Rick was off work for a few weeks and going to the doctor who knew Rick had caught the bug. Almost a month after he called in sick he called me. We shot the shit and he told me how good he felt when he had cum when I fucked and pozzed him in the bar mensroom. "Do me a favor. Celebrate by fucking and cumming in someone. If you didnt have a lover I'd want to be your bitch." he said before we hung up. He returned to work exhausted looking and hugged me in the back mensroom on the morning break. "That was the best fucking I ever had stud!" he said aloud and kissed me. I fucked his ass and mouth every so often as well as fucked my lover and a couple of others in my harem. We both pozzed a few more bug-chasers over the next few years.This work of fiction is strictly to turn men on sexually/provide jackoff material. I do not advocate actually pozzing anyone, getting pozzed or engaging in unsafe sex.
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Had an odd thing happen today. Curious if it's ever happened to anyone else. I have a normal size dildo I use frequently, and a large one I don't use that often because it take so long to get it in me. Today I started with the small one, then moved up to the big one and was able to take it deeper then I have before. It felt incredible sliding in and stretching my hole. I started jacking while fucking myself with it, and when I came, the sensation was different. It lasted much longer, and hardly any cum came out. After the contractions stopped, I eased the dildo out and then cum just ran out of my dick. It was several minutes between my orgasm and when the cum came out, almost as if the big dildo was shutting off the passage or something. There was no pain when I had the orgasm. It was stronger and lasted longer then usual. Anyone had this happen and is there any danger. I don't want my cum to get backed up inside and bulge or rupture something.
