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I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.- 76 replies
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I was 18 years old, blond nice body and my second friend and I knew each other just for about two days. I had met him in a gay bar. In this gay bar there were older guys only, apart from one, a mid 20's guy. I sat in a corner alone. Suddenly guy who's name was Rich came over and asked me if I wanted to chat with him. He was crisp, looked quite good but a bit rude. Nevertheless we chit chatted until late that night. Rich made looked me in my eyes all evening and was flirting heavily with me what others in the bar had also noticed. The barman said that I would probably not find someone hotter that evening. I really wasn’t up for having sex at all. Actually I was only looking for a real boyfriend. My first time wasn’t long time ago and I did not want to rush into something too fast. I had had many coffees so that I had to go to the bathroom quite. leaving Rich alone while I was in the restroom. When I returned from the restroom he said "You go back to sleep with me tonight," and I just said "if you say so." I was a little confused about myself. He said "I live around the corner. I also have a guest room and a couch. You don’t need to have any fears." We went out from the pub into a small nightclub around the corner. He ordered two vodkas for us. I did not even like vodka but drank it reluctantly. Again and again he ordered additional vodkas for us and I was really drunk in short time and ran to the bathroom every ten minutes or less. Eventually, he followed me without realizing it. I was pissing within a cubicle when I felt like someone turned a penny to unlock the door and entered. I totally startled and looked behind me. It was Rich. He grabbed me in the waistband of my pants and squeezed my ass. I was a bit shocked but also felling really horny and too drunk that I was not defending myself. I noticed that he had a boner and rubbed it against my pants. He turned me around abruptly and kissed me deeply and intimately. "Well, now we both go to my house, you can hardly walk and then have a sleep." I had a bad feeling about this. But the kiss was so hot and I was really horny at the moment. So I followed him out of the club without any comment and ran behind him like a dog. When we arrived at his apartment I felt so bad that I had to lie down. Rich sat down next to me and started kissing me intensely and showed all his tongue deep into my throat. It made me even hornier as I already was. It was not long before he took out his stiff cock and held it directly in front of my mouth. Instinctively, I took it into my mouth and gave him a blowjob that made his cock even harder. "I want to sleep with you now," he said. I was also so horny that I really wanted to sleep with him this night. He went to the bathroom and came back with condoms and this one time we slept with each other safe. It was bombastic to feel his huge cock inside me. The next morning when I left, we exchanged numbers and I drove home for school. Just before arriving at home, my cell phone rang. It was Rich "I could not wait. I think you're so sweet and I want to see you again tonight." I didn’t know what to say. I was flattered. So we arranged to meet that evening. Since I had not shaved my ass and I had heard, that guys love a shaved smooth ass I shaved my ass for Rich. In the evening I went to him and he greeted me at his door with hot kisses. Arm in arm we went into the living room and fell onto the couch. Immediately he had his hands in my pants and my cock had reached a considerable size. He noticed that I had shaved my ass crack when he fingered my ass but all of a sudden he stopped fingering me. Rich gave me a glass of champagne and a glass of vodka and we drank. How much, I do not know anymore. We cuddled, kissed, and drank a lot more and I really got drunk. Then he got up and put on a porn dvd. It wasn’t really my taste: young slim guys my age being fucked by old guys. Rich asked me: "hey does it turn you on?" Me: "I do not know. Probably not. Don’t you have something else?"He:". No, but we can rent one for your tastes, "He jumped up, grabbed me by my arm almost roughly and dragged me to the door. I could just get my jacket and on we were on the stairs. We walked about 5 minutes and came to a gay video store. We went inside. Actually, I did not want to borrow a porn. I just wanted to spend another evening with Rich. He was immediately welcomed by the friendly staff. He probably had borrowed porn there before. We looked at the films, but honestly there was nothing really for me. Eventually, he said: "I have a better idea. We look inside the cabins for a better porn film. They have cabins here. It’s probably quite nice." I did not even know what he meant. We walked through a door into a dark hallway with different doors and he pushed me into a cabin and started a movie. He pulled out a bottle of vodka out of his jacket pocket and offered it to me. Since I was already quite drunk, I continued to drink. The film in the cabin was very similar to the one at his home. Older guys fucking young boys, nevertheless, my cock was stiff. The situation in the cabin turned me really on. Rich had already taken out his long cock and jerked himself stiff. He held it in front of my mouth and I blew him. Just like the night before. Rich moaned and groaned louder and louder. I noticed that his cock twitched and that he would probably come soon. He pushed my head down on his cock and commanded with a rude tone: "Today I want you to swallow my cum, bitch. Yesterday was cuddling and today I take you hard and rough. "I wanted to defend myself and did not want to swallow but his dominating tone turned on even more. He simply thrust his cock into my mouth and pushed me down on his tail. I reflexively swallowed all his cum. The taste was really good. "Well, did taste well?" He asked immediately. I replied: "Yes, it was not bad at all." We watched the porn again. His cock was soft again and mine stood like a rock. I jerked mine and watched the porn with interest. In between he handed me the bottle of vodka and asked me to drink more. Something was wrong though. I was slightly high and suddenly I felt really horny. He held me a small bottle under my nose and my cock almost exploded. I was totally horny immediately and I reached for the bottle again. He said: "I have something much hotter here for you. You'll like it. But, I want to fuck you here! ". I was already more than horny and I offered him my ass. He licked my asshole and fingered me. Suddenly he slipped something into my ass. Something like a suppository but I didn’t know really. I felt hot and cold at the same time and I was too horny. I groaned out loud, every time when he stuck his finger in my asshole. "I fuck you now, and this time I’ll cum in your ass" "No, I cried. I will not." He commanded."Sure, you’ll want it. I want you to be fucked by me naked and not only by me." I did not know what happened to me. He held the little bottle back under the nose and rammed his bare cock deep in my tight hole his balls slapped against my ass. I groaned and tried to push him out and still let it happen to me. He fucked me very long and hard and in between he held the bottle under the nose. I almost exploded. I could hardly keep still. "I now inject into you, he moaned," and already I felt his warm cum squirting in my bowel. I could not believe it, that I could be fucked in a porno cinema from an almost unknown. I still moaned with lust and wriggling my ass towards him. I wanted him to fuck me again and in short he blew his cock again. But he was no longer stiff. He said: "You want to be fucked again," I replied, "Yes, fuck me again. It was so cool." Again, he held the bottle under my nose and said: "Now look to the right. There's a hole." Only now I noticed that there has already tail looking through the hole. Had someone watched us for the whole time me being fucked? "I want that you are fucked now - from everyone here" He pushed me towards the cock. "No, I do not want." But I was really turned on by his dominant commands. And again he gave me the little bottle and pushed me against the wall "I want that you to be fucked from everyone here. You need com in your asshole from everyone. "He fingered my ass and blew my cock until I almost had to come. Then he pushed me to the wall. The cock had touched my ass and he told me: "I can tie you up and leave. Here is a room with a sling." I did not know what he meant. It just sounded dangerous. I wanted to be fucked in this moment only. I was so horny for a cock and let him push me on to the other cock. My already open hole could easily be penetrated. "He will just fuck you and cum in your cunt" Rich fired at me. I was in a trance of the booze and the chems, that I could not defend myself. I let fuck me and did not know by whom. I felt that Rich opened a hatch on the other side of the cabin and another cock appeared. Rich asked, "Do you want to fuck you even let this dick?" And held the little bottle under my nose. I replied "yes, I do. I want them let me fuck. The whole night, "and regretted that statement somehow. The guy fucking me came quite fast and quickly pulled his dick out of me. Rich grabbed me by both arms, I turned to the other side and he pushed me against the wall onto the next cock coming through the hole. I let the cock in my ass and the guy fucked me while panting. "You are my whore now," said Rich. I felt really well being used as his bitch riding cock after cock. It was simply great that night to have these unknown cocks in me. Rich repeated this cock riding game for the whole night. The cum ran down my legs. Again and again he gave me the poppers and gave me vodka to drink. I could hardly hold out yet. Later the night he said "Now you have enough, you are a real pig. We go home now and tomorrow you can show me again what kind of a slut you are."
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This is a continuation of my story, "The Drawing" which can be found in the "Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION" forum at [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/55413-the-drawing/?tab=comments#comment-584400 This story will have lots of chem scenes and lots of crossdressing/transgender. After explaining this to a moderator, he advised me to post in this forum, but please be warned if cd/tg content makes you uncomfortable. I drove from the campground back to my house. I was wearing only a lace thong and playing with my cock that was sticking out the side. My body was still moist from being pissed on by 4 guys that took turns fucking me and shooting their poz loads up my ass. My ass was bloody from all the activity and some of the poz cocks that fucked me also bled into my ass. One of those bleeding poz cocks also exposed me to Hep-C. Riding next to me was Bryce, one of the men that worked me over the past couple days. I was headed home to face...I wasn't sure. While getting worked over by the four, I was pleading to be turned into a take-all-loads whore. I was willing to submit to whatever my conquerors were willing to do to me. They seemed to have schemed how to take maximum advantage of my servitude. Bryce almost immediately began quizzing me about my life and obligations. I let him know I was divorced, no kids, a full-time job, house with a mortgage, a vehicle with no loan, information about my bank accounts and retirement savings. I told him where I worked and the names and locations of my closest family members and friends. We discussed my experiences with drug usage, sexual experience and interest in crossdressing. When we got to my house, Bryce told me to park in the driveway, outside of the garage. It was about 9:30 pm and there were no signs of my neighbors outside. When parked, Bryce told me to roll down all my windows and work myself to orgasm. While doing that, I was to yell how much I wished I had a cock fucking my sissy ass. As I got closer to cumming, Bryce started striking my face and chest and instructed me to yell it louder. I was practically screaming out to be fucked in my sissy ass by the time I finally let loose with a load from my balls. After settling down, Bryce told me to wipe the cum from my orgasm onto my face to mark me as a sissy cum whore. I then got out of my vehicle and Bryce commanded me to lay down at the end of my driveway keeping my cock hanging outside the front of my thong. Assuming the position, Bryce walked over and started pissing on my torso and groin. When he was done, he told me to stay there in the puddle of piss until I slowly counted to 200. Then I was to get up and slowly walk to the entrance of my house. I think it was too late and too dark for anyone to have seen me. My favorite black dildo and a container of lube were thrown out the door at me when I reached the entrance. Bryce ordered me to squat and wait outside and fuck myself with the dildo until he told me to stop. I worked it up my butt and another dildo came flying out the door at me. I was told to suck it off since I would be getting simultaneously fucked at both ends pretty frequently from now on. I was told not to cum, but that I had better piss on myself by the time Bryce came back to check on me. His final instruction was that I had better not have another orgasm. I bobbed up and down on the dildo in my butt and jammed the other one in and out of my mouth. I felt wonderfully free and only wished they were real cocks ready to spurt a thick load of cum in either end of me. I really concentrated on giving a good blowjob taking care to deep throat the dildo while running my tongue on the shaft and avoiding contact with my teeth as much as possible. I felt a need to piss and let it flow onto me. I wasn't told to explicitly do this, but I wet down as much of my body with my piss as I could while continuing with the dildos. My jaw was getting sore, my ass aching, and mosquitoes were biting me everywhere, but there was no sign of Bryce. Finally he came to the door. Holding his phone in front of him, he loudly ordered me to come inside but to keep the dildos inside me and put on a good show for the video he was recording. My legs ached mightily when I stood up. Bryce laughed and told me I better get used to squatting. He told me to shake my ass while walking inside as I would also need to do that from now on. I did my best to wiggle while keeping the dildo in my butt. When I got to the doorway, he ordered me to put on a dance show for him to get inside my own house. He started playing loud music and I did the best that I could to put on a lewd show for him. I was shaking my ass and moving the dildos in and out of my holes. Five minutes of shimmying outside were enough to gain me entry inside. Bryce grabbed the dildo from my mouth and began slapping my face, nipples, and balls with it. Stunned, I dropped to the ground in pain. Bryce kicked me in the balls twice and ordered me to stand up. He then continued to strike me with the dildo and commanded me to stay standing and soak up the pain. I did my best and only occasionally rocked backwards a bit. After about 20 strikes to both sides of my face, both nipples, and my balls, he stopped the assault. A further, more detailed quiz about my finances, family, and job then followed. When that was finished, Bryce knew the combination to my safe, how to access my accounts, and how long I could take off of work without arousing too much suspicion (2 1/2-3 weeks since we were in our slow season). He remarked that I had already put in my last day of work but may as well continue drawing a paycheck while I could. With that, he resumed striking me with the dildo. It seemed like he delivered another 25-30 blows to each area as before when he stopped. Bryce announced that it was time to start adjusting to my new life. He took off all of his clothes and told me to kneel in front of him. Commandment #1 of my new life was to drink piss if I needed a drink, either my own or someone else's. He said I needed to be properly hydrated for what was coming next and stuffed his cock in my mouth. The stream of piss caught me by surprise and Bryce barked at me to stop wasting it and swallow. I was then able to keep up until Bryce emptied his bladder. Bryce pulled me by the hair into my bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and grabbed some items from the backpack he had brought inside. Just then, Bryce's partner Trey walked into the room and announced that he had taken care of what needed to be done tonight. Bryce let him know we were just getting to Commandment #2. It was that since I was going to become a crossdressing Tinaslamming whore, my station in life was never worth using a fresh rig. Bryce then pulled out a rig with a reddish mixture inside of it. I found out that Trey had already used it a while ago, so I was going to be getting a mixture of Tina and Trey's HIV+ blood injected into my vein. Bryce pulled me to the bed and threw me down on my back. He took out a tourniquet and tied off my right arm. He felt around for a vein and found a big one on the inside of my elbow. He smiled and said this one should be good for a while. He took the syringe and stuck it in the vein, brought my arm above my head and loosened the band as he injected the toxic meth slam into me. I felt a rush like I never had in my previous limited experience of slamming. Bryce shoved his cock in my mouth and told me to get it hard. My mind was spinning from the slam and it felt like I detached from my body and was able to observe my sloppy blowjob skills. Bryce joked that I better get used to this because I was going to be selling plenty of quick blowjobs in back alleys to score money for drugs. My own dick was completely limp from the slam, but I was hornier than I ever felt. I gave him my best deepthroat ever. Bryce was raging hard when he pushed my mouth off of him and swung around to line up with my ass. I was told to refer to it as my cunt from now on (Commandment #3). As he started fucking my cunt, Trey started pissing in my face. He ordered me to drink up and clarified that Commandment #1 meant I should never waste piss. His piss tasted funny but I kept up with swallowing his stream. Bryce assaulted my cunt which again started to bleed after the abuse it had already had over the weekend. He taunted me calling me a sissy whore. Trey then started calling me Krissy since Sissy would be too obvious. Inspiration struck Bryce and declared that Commandment #4 would be that I would now be known as Krissy from now on. I started sucking on Trey's dick and was encouraged to lean into my sissy cocksucking skills so I could make a living as a sissy methwhore. Suck him I did and took great pride in my oral craft. I paused to thank him and was struck with an open hand on the side of my face. Commandment #5 was then given. As a sissy named Krissy, I was to speak in a high-pitched lisp going forward. I corrected my speech pattern and thanked him again. My reward was that I got to continue sucking Trey. Bryce could not take any more and unloaded another poz pool of cum in my cunt. I lost track how many poz loads that was this weekend. Bryce told me I needed to hurry up and make Trey cum because then I needed to clean off his dick that had residue of his cum and my blood and assjuice on it. Plus a good street whore knows the sooner you make a john cum, the sooner you can find another dick to suck for more drug money. Trey grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face. He shot his poz load down my throat. I was disappointed not to get that load in my cunt, but thanked him for the honor of using me. He slapped my face again and told me I was a good sissy. Bryce then presented his cock to me for cleanup. I hungrily licked him clean and swallowed the residue. Then he unloaded his funny-tasting piss down my throat. I was careful not to spill any and was then complimented by him that I made an excellent urinal. I reached back to my ass and did a little exploring with my fingers. Upon pulling them out and looking at them, I again saw that I was bleeding back there. I thought whatever STDs anyone was carrying when they fucked me, I was going to be very receptive to catching them. While pondering this, I hadn't noticed Trey appear beside me. He threw some clothes at me and told me to put them on. It was a little sundress with thin straps that I had in my closet and the lacy panties I was wearing earlier. With the clothes came the issuance of Commandment #6, Krissy the sissy would wear women's clothing from now on. Bryce then came over and handed me a pen and some papers and told me to sign my real name on them. I didn't get a good look at the papers, but the looked like legal documents of some type. I was then told to put on some sandals and head with them. Both Trey and Bryce were carrying my suitcases that were filled with...something. I went out to Trey and Bryce's truck and was told to sit on the back seat with my butt close to the window. I was to hike up my dress so my panty-covered cunt would be exposed. Bryce went back into my house and came out about 10 minutes later. He said it was time to hit the road. We drove for about an hour and I could tell we were headed towards Wausau. It was starting to get light outside and Trey ordered me to sit like a normal slut in the backseat now. We drove into the city and pulled into the driveway of a house that I had visited on a number of occasions. The last time was just about a month ago.
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I've not paid for sex yet, I haven't had the need, but the experience has been on my bucket and every now and then I play a little fantasy-league and browse a few escort sites imagining what orgies of my own personal pleasure I might be able to concoct and with what combination of beautiful muscle boys... A few weeks ago I was propositioned by one-such familiar face on Grindr. The boy is very pretty, short, toned and with an ass that won't quit. Not the brightest tool in the shed in a way that my experience suggests may make him dynamite in the sack - something about not overthinking things. His insanely sexy ass means he mostly gets work as a bottom, but it turns out he's otherwise a top - constantly horny and has a preference for larger guys about 10+ years older... So a freebie with a beautiful younger lad is on the cards and being the newly indoctrinated cumslut that I am, I want to take his load which he's eager to give me. We've loose plans to meet on Thursday - but there are so many things my PreP doesn't cover. it's safe to assume he's had a fair amount of cock, and I know he's willing to go bare... But surely no worse than lying face down in a bathhouse and letting whomever play hide the salami with me which is also on my to-do list. In truth, the risk is most of the thrill. Has anyone else gone bare with a professional? And if so, did you escape unscathed?
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A big thanks to the guys who write stories. This one is for all of you who inspire me to do filthy unspeakable things. Chapter I. My boy and I had been through a lot of ups and downs in our six years together. We’d fucked around with a bunch of guys, sometimes friends, sometimes strangers. We’d played separately and together and it was always a blast, until we both hungered for something more. We were both in our early twenties and we each had a hard, gym-toned body for which guys in the bars would go crazy. We’re both pretty versatile, but I’ve had more experience topping than he has. As nice as his hard dick is, it would be a shame not to share his ass. Our play got more and more risky, and more and more thrilling, and eventually we started playing around bareback. We found ourselves on a mattress surrounded by a bunch of POZ strangers. Between the two of us, we must have had ten POZ loads dripping out of our bare NEG holes. That was as out-of-hand as things got, and it sort of freaked me out more than it did him. We went to more than a handful of these parties and made friends with some of the regulars. Some guys at the group parties were POZ, some NEG, and some not even sure of their status. One night we wound up at a two-floor house party. Somehow we got separated, and he ended-up upstairs at the bottom of a pile of sweaty guys taking load after load, while I ended-up on the second floor topping a group of three bottoms, all of whom were chasers, and all of whom begged to be POZZED. Afterwards my boy and I enjoyed telling each other what we had gotten up to that night and ended-up giving each other a hard fuck. It was great, until a few weeks later when my boy came down with a really nasty cold. After he had the shakes for a few days, it dawned on me that one of those anonymous loads he had taken at the last party might well have been POZ and it might have taken. I got scared and we went to the clinic to get tested. (What happened there is another story!) Anyway, turned out that he was NEG, and after a few months, we got tested again. Still NEG. The experience really seemed to change things, and we settled down a bit and sort of lost interest in sleeping around. I decided the best way to keep both of us NEG and safe was to propose to him. He accepted, agreeing that we had been playing with fire. We started making wedding plans and agreed to live monogamously. We thought about having a joint bachelor party, but decided it might be best to celebrate separately and then have a big reception together. We picked our “best men,” mine was an ex from college, Carl, who was a good friend, but just a friend. My boy’s “best man” was Jim, a hot hunk of a guy both of us had fucked and been fucked by, but their friendship stopped being sexual back during the big POZ scare. I went out with my ex to make plans over a few beers with Carl. Over dinner, we decided to play it more-or-less tame and we planned to go to a Go-Go Bar and get a lap dance with some of the guys from our seedier days. Jim came over to our apartment to make plans with my boy. I got back to the apartment and, upon letting myself in, I heard Jim and my boy carrying on. They had both had a lot to drink and were slurring their words. Jim kept egging my boy on saying, “Come on. It’s your last big bash! It may be your last chance to get IT. Let’s just have a crazy gangbang and invite all the POZ tops we can find! I know an escort service that would even set us up with a POZ hustler!” My stomach twisted as I realized that’s what they were planning for my boy’s last big bash. I snuck back out of the apartment taking in what I’d just heard. After a few minutes in the hall, I made a show out of unlocking the door and greeting them. My boy was just hanging up his phone, presumably having booked a POZ hustler to breed him at his bachelor party, and hopped up to greet me. I saw his hard-on straining against his pants. He kissed me and wrapped his arms around me. As soon as Jim left, we had great sex, flip-fucking and cumming in each other’s holes. The whole time fucking my boy, I was fantasizing about his POZ hustler, as I suspect, he was also as he clenched his eyes while taking my load. The next morning as he showered, I unlocked his phone and jotted down the last number called, hoping I could contact the escort service and try to pay them off. That afternoon I ducked-out of my office and called the number. A gravelly voice answered, “Big Top Escorts at your service. How can we help you?” I explained my situation, claiming I was a “friend” who wanted to call the whole thing off. The guy on the other end of the line chuckled the whole time. “Well, your ‘friend’ seems to have paid the deposit with his credit card already, and we’ve book a very especially gifted date for his party. You’ll have to pay him off if you want to cancel.” I agreed wholeheartedly. When he told me that the deposit was $1,000, I gasped, and pleaded with him to work with me. “Alright, here’s what we can do. If you want to come down here and talk things over, I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” He gave me an address in a really rundown part of town and without hesitation I hopped in my car. Twenty minutes later, I was literally on the wrong side of the tracks, buzzing an intercom next to a dented metal door with bulletproof glass. Big Top Escorts buzzed me in and I climbed the stairs, trembling with each step. I climbed up several dimly lit flights of creaky stairs until I came to a shoddy door with a hand-written sign scrawled Big Top Escorts. I opened the door and entered a claustrophobic office with one tiny filthy window and a broken metal desk. Behind the desk sat a balding stocky man with a goatee. When he stood him, I realized he wasn’t wearing pants, only boxer shorts. He extended his paw to me and made sure I was the guy who had called earlier. He told me his name was Vinny and that he had a job for me. If I did the job well, he’d cancel the POZ bachelor party for my fiancé, and ignore the deposit fee. I asked what the job was. He grinned and groped himself, “Get me hard.”
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Hi looking to go Bareback in Peterborough does any one recommend a great girl ? Thanks
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I fantasise about posting this reverse booking request on Adultwork: Anonymous Bareback I want to fuck your pussy bare, and have neither of us know anything about each other. I won't look at your profile. I just come to your address, someone else lets me in. I give them the money we agreed. I undress, get myself hard, and then am led to your bed in a darkened room. You are naked, and can't see me either. We don't talk. I feel my way to your body, find your wet pussy (you've been playing with yourself), and start fucking you bare immediately, french kissing intensely. When we're finished, I leave the room, clean, dress and go home. We never see each other, don't talk, know nothing about each other apart from intense, raw sex. Will pay extra if you're already full of cum when I start. The only exception to the no-talking rule is that if you've already got a load of cum inside you, once I'm fucking you, you whisper in my ear where the load(s) came from. Other than the pussy full of cum (and any sex-related sweat from that), you will be clean and showered, and so will I. If you do this the first time we meet, I'll become a regular, and get to know you better.
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I was super horny last weekend so I put an anonymous ad on craigslist for some anon breeding. I almost got no decent replies until almost midnight when a ts prostitute responded. She sent me a picture of her nice thick cock and some body shots of her outfit. She told me we could hook up at her place for a $10 "donation". It was cheap and sketchy, I loved it. I told her I would pay her and come by. I got the address and looked it up the place. Sleazy motel? Check. Sketchy area? Check. Turned on? Double check. I put on my sexy jockstrap and headed out. In our replies I asked if we could keep this anonymous as possible you know, dim lighting so we couldn't really see each others faces and she agreed. I knock on the door. Prostitutes and crackheads were walking around the place. I was beginning to feel like I was set up to be robbed. She unlocks the door and I can here her heels clicking as she walked away. I open the door, room was dimly lit and the music was playing. "You got my tip?" She sounded and smelled just like a woman would, even looked like one too. "Yea", I handed her the $10. "Ok give me a second. Go ahead and get ready". She lightly tapped the edge of the bed signaling me to get into position. I took my shorts and shoes off and got into doggy position. I arched my ass up and lowered my chest to the bed. The clicking of her heels let me know she was approaching and i relaxed my hole. Her soft hands caressed the back of my thighs and then moved their way up to my ass. She softly massaged my ass and then began griping it while grinding her cock against my hole. She continued to tease me until i pushed up against her. She then rubbed some lube on me and then began fingering me while stroking her cock. Once she was hard enough she entered me. Taking raw cock is a turn on in itself but by a transexual it is even more amazing! She began slow and smooth but not for long. Hard deep strokes followed soon after I began pushing back against her in rhythm. I was taking a good pounding and she started fucking me even harder. The harder she pumped me the looser and sloppier my hole became. The cheap motel bed was creaking and one neighbor came out and knocked on the door. She ignored it. She loved my ass and was drilling me hard. After 30, maybe 45 min of hard anal pounding she came inside me. She gripped my hips hard and shoved herself deeper inside me as to fill me with all the cum and leave none to waste. She then got up and went to the restroom. "If you come back tomorrow with $10 I can fuck you again" She said as she cleaned up. "Sure, sounds like a deal" I took off with a worn out hole filled with cum. First thing I did when I got home was squat over my hand and push out the load. My hole sputtered I was so horny I had to masturbate right then and there. I had just paid someone to fuck and cum inside of me. I went back the next day and did it again. It's become a regular thing now and I love it.
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