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The following is based on a true story about me (ftm) and my trans man ex. Please enjoy. I met “Doug” as one does, on the apps. He was meant to be a one off, so I didn’t care that I was 32 and he was 20. I just needed dick in my ass. And Doug came over to give it to me. I should preface by saying that we are both trans men. While we are both on testosterone, he had not had any surgeries, whereas I had had top surgery and had a flat chest. We were one of those “boyfriends or brothers” couples, short, chubby, dark hair, light skin, with lots of body and facial hair. We dated briefly, but it didn’t work, partly because he had represented himself as verse when he was was really a bottom, like me. Although he exclusively topped me, with his 9” silicone dick. We dated monogamously for seven months before we broke up, but stayed friends. The real reason we broke up is that he’s a cheating slut who couldn’t keep his legs shut. I am ashamed to admit that when he first cheated on me he, I bought him the Plan B. That’s right, not only was he taking raw cock, he was doing it without birth control! Despite a lot of discussion, including him recounting a few details of the sex; shower, no condom, bottomed for a cis dude, the one thing I told him not to do, never discussed status. I was devastated, obviously this man, who Doug referred to a “insignificant dick” was just too tempting. I decided I couldn’t trust him so we broke up and remained friends, including me encouraging him to take the pill, get on PreP, and Doxy, like me. I was still very into his cute, cub body, so we even started trying to set up threesomes. The first one, I arranged, and it went well, but Doug was a size queen and I let him choose the next dick. One day he set up a threesome with me and someone he had met before, a few times. I felt uneasy about it, so I wanted to talk to the guy first. Apparently, Doug talked to the guy first because a blank profile hit me up on Grindr letting me know he was down. He told me what he had done when he last fucked Doug and I slowly put two and two together. This was the man Doug cheated on me with while we were together! And he expected me to unknowingly have a threesome with him?! I was shocked. Betrayed. I felt heat rising in my chest as I stared at the phone. Did he know? Did he know he was “the other man”? I carefully brought it up, eventually point blank saying “he cheated on me with you while we were dating”. Danny, as I learned he was called, apologized and said he didn’t know. That he wished he could make it up to me. I stared at his blank profile, titled “suck me, 32”. “I mean, you’ve fucked Doug a couple times, your cock must be pretty good…” He laughed. “You wanna try it?” “I mean, I’m not one to turn down a good time.” I joked back. “Do you take it raw like your trans bf?” He asked. I bit my lip. “Sometimes. Are you neg?” I asked, as his profile was blank. Unlike Doug, I did discuss status. “You’re on Prep.” He answered, after a brief pause. Obviously he had checked my profile. “So…no?” I pressed, my heart dropping. Had Doug taken a poz load in his trans pussy? “Nah.” He shot back. I thought for a moment. Doug had uncaringly been taking raw poz loads and he was trying to get me to take them too! I quickly formed a plan. I had to do it. I had to ask the man Doug had thrown away our relationship if he knew that Doug was not on birth control. He said he didn’t care, he hadn’t cum in his pussy anyway. I asked if he cared if Doug was on Prep. He aid it wasn’t his problem. Finally I asked if he wanted to help me get revenge and knock up a couple trans guys. We agreed that we could all meet in two weeks. I immediately got to work. Not only did I agree to the threesome, I gave Doug new health supplements: Charcoal and fiber. I told him to take them in the morning (whith his Prep and birth control), not telling him that the supplements would absorb the meds, rendering them useless. I stopped taking Prep and birth control as well. After a few weeks, I was sure both preventatives were completely out of our systems and I invited Danny over. He was positively thrilled. Doug and I shared a cigarette as we waited for “insignificant dick” to arrive. I was buzzing with the excitement at what I was about to do, and Doug was excited to get railed again. As soon as the stocky Latino walked in, he pulled off his shirt and smirked down at us (I was 5’1” and Doug was 4’11”, whereas Danny easily stood 5’9”). “I heard there were a couple pussy boys looking for cock.” Doug fell to his knees and started kissing Danny’s crotch, I followed suit, ripping off my shirt to reveal my flat post-op chest. I opened Danny’s jeans to release a hardening uncut, fat cock, at least an 1.5” across and 6” long already. Oh. No wonder Doug cheated. I took the secretly poz head into my mouth and started to suck and bob my head up and down while Doug attended to Danny’s trimmed balls. I felt a strong hand on the back of my head and looked over to see Danny pushing Doug’s to his balls as well. “Goood boys…” he moaned in a voice much deeper than Doug’s or my own. “Bed.” He grunted. Doug led the way, removing his pants and boxers before getting back on his knees and started jerking Danny off in his face, his small, girlish hands making the already large cock look massive. I dropped my pants and finished getting Danny out of his, he pulled apart his ass cheeks and I got in place behind him. My tongue swiftly twirled around his pucker before diving in with passion. Whereas Doug was against all things anal, I loved rimming, so it was a welcome treat to make the tall man moan and buck his hips, driving himself into Doug’s throat. My heart pounded as I served this strange man who had ruined my relationship. “Who’s first?” He grunted. Doug looked at me hopefully. “Him!” I said, as we both crawled up on the bed, side by side in doggystyle, our holes presented for pozzing. Although Doug was turned on, and his pussy was turned on, testosterone had made his pussy extra tight dry so I saw him flinch as Danny sheathed him in Doug’s whore cunt. He definitely tore something. After a minute or so, he pulled out and slid into my own cunt, his dick now lubed with my cheating ex’s fluids. He groaned in a way that told my my hole was better. I smugly ground my ass back on him. He switched again, making us moan as he dipped back and forth. “Gonna cum!” He groaned, deep in me. “Give it to him first!” I reminded him. Abruptly, his dick was out and buried back in Doug’s unprotected cunt. With a groan, I saw Danny’s balls draw up and throb as he fired off his first fertile, toxic load of the night deep in Doug’s 21 year old womb. He shoved Doug on to his back, pealing off the younger man’s shirt. I rarely saw Doug without a shirt as he hated his breasts. But there they were, exposed to the room. His d cups were hairy and out of place, I could see on his face that he was uncomfortable. But Danny had told me that when he fucked Doug, he had “submitted completely”, including letting him suck on his nipples. As one, we crawled up the bed and placed rough kisses on Doug’s neck, shoulders, and then we both attacked his tits. He squeaked an objection but I just nipped his mound and sucked harder, Danny groping and flicking the bud with his tongue. I slid my fingers into his cum soaked hole and scratched lightly at the walls of his canal. Soon, Doug was whimpering, I didn’t stop until Danny guided me between Doug’s plump thighs and held my face to the messy pussy. Doug didn’t like when I ate him out. I didn’t care. This was for me, not that cheating slut. Danny stood up and got behind me, lifting my hips so my back was arched. I wanted his dick in my ass, like any good faggot would, but this wasn’t about what I wanted either. This was about the plan. He quickly began thrusting balls deep into my boy hole. I groaned into Doug’s wet slit as Danny roughly worked on me, his heavy balls slapping my tdick as I sucked on Doug’s own swollen clit. I came hard, screaming into my ex’s pussy as his affair partner lost control, seeding my pussy deep. I collapsed next to the completely naked Doug and fingered my own cunt, scratching my insides to let the virus sink in. We were all sweaty and panting. “We should take a shower.” Doug suggested, so we all climbed in, with Danny in the middle, cramped under the hot spray. Just as I thought we were wrapping up, Doug fell to his knees again and started sucking the uncut, poz cock that was doing its utmost to breed us both. Danny turned Doug to the wall and bent his knees so he could get into the cub’s pussy from behind. I stuck my tongue back in the top’s tasty ass at the same moment that Doug’s pussy contracted and we made his cock explode and cum deep in Doug once more. We turned off the shower, toweled each other off, and fell onto the bed again. I smirked secretively at Danny. I lay on my back beside Doug, while Danny stood before us, his cock still hard. With a grunt, Danny shoved into my unlubed ass and railed me mercilessly, his thumbs finding both our oversized clit and rubbing until we simultaneously squirted across the sheets. His pace was uneven, his breathing rough, I needed his load in my ass, needed to show Doug how real faggots get fucked. “Cum in me!!” I howled, driving the Latino to fire off a fourth and final load. He pulled out, my mouth went to his dick, tasting a little blood, but not knowing who it came from. I sat back on my knees and smiled up at him, “thank you.” I expressed deeply. Doug wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grabbed his shirt, quickly covering his bruised tits. “Yeah! That was hot!” His eyes twinkled. I held Doug in my arms on the bed, keeping him from pushing out Danny’s toxic loads, and we dozed as Danny let himself, never to contact either of us again. Not that he needed too. Two weeks later, Doug got the flu, a few days after that, so did I. Since we were both taking PreP, Doug didn’t think to get tested; I knew and went to a clinic, paying out of pocket to get tested under a fake name. It was positive. We were both over the flu within a few weeks, Doug’s conversion being a little harder, that’s what cheaters get. I relished in knowing I had pozzed my cheating boyfriend and myself, connecting us permanently. But the real excitement came another two weeks later when Doug started throwing up again, this time with no fever, but his big tits were sensitive and swollen. I waited for his next doctor appointment, subtly encouraging him to get a pregnancy test, just in case. It was positive, so, unsurprisingly, was his HIV test. Upon hearing his results, I went to my doctor and got tested as well, this time sharing that I too was poz, and, yes, six weeks pregnant as well! I held him as he cried hormonal, pregnancy tears, feeling like his young life was over. I rocked him, hiding my evil smile, as I promised that we would always be together, bound by one insignificant dick’s DNA. -
Long time reader, first time writer on here! So here goes nothing 🙂 Yes I am actually trans and I speak for me + my fantasies. Other trans guys may feel differently so please don't assume we're all like this ❤️ Chapter 1 Remy wasn't new to the city, but he was new to having his very own apartment. It was a fairly modest efficiency with no frills or luxuries other than his balcony, but it was closer to downtown which he really liked. It was to become the faggy bachelor pad of his dreams. Although a little on the shy side, Remy loved to show off - on cam, on several fetish websites, hookup apps, you name it. He lived for the attention - loved showing off his boycunt and knowing that men everywhere were getting their rocks off watching him. Sometimes the men would try to meet him to get a taste of that cunt for themselves, but all too often, he would say no. He was more about the attention and particularly picky about just who he would allow to fuck him. That said, stoned popperbating had a way of melting down any reservations he had to the point that he found himself jacking off on his balcony. Being on the 3rd floor, he figured it was just high enough that no one would actually see him, but it would be thrilling to expose himself in such a way nonetheless. And thus began his new nightly habit of going out on his balcony to smoke n stroke. At first he would look at porn on his phone and had a chair in front of him as sort of a small privacy screen. As time went on, he brought out his laptop as a better source of porn, connected his webcam to continue his love of showing off, huffing the poppers he hid under the fold of his still busty chest as he did so, legs spread wide without the chair in front to shield the view of his dripping wet cunt anymore. He'd moan quietly as people walked their dogs on the sidewalk, wondering if anyone would ever chance looking up at him stroking his cock like the exposed faggot he so desperately wanted to be. The deeper he got into his gooned out bate, the more he would seek out the filthiest, extreme, out there porn and erotica to edge to. Reading stories on breeding zone was one of his favorites as was the hypno porn that he hoped would brainwash him into the cumdump he wished he could be. Remy was having a blast with this relatively safe way to expose himself, but he found himself taking it a little further each time. When the sun came up in the wee hours of the morning, he would usually go back inside or cover up a bit in case someone did see him the light of day. Now he found himself continuing his bate anyway, sun out in its full splendor to shine a light on his drooling, gooned out bate face, legs spread wide, hairy cunt glistening with his wetness, light glinting off the metal of his piercings. I mean, it was still like 6AM, who would really be out there to see him anyway? One day, he got a message on twitter that said, "Hey faggot. I know what you like to do on your balcony. Let me use that cunt." The message came from an account with some various retweets about breeding, raw is the law, DPO, and what appeared to be an intense level of smoking judging from the clouds in the single video the user had posted. It seemed a little weird and Remy chose not to respond. He figured they only knew about his balcony adventures from the stuff he posted online. A few days went by and another message came through from the same person, "Hello again faggot. When are you going to let me use that cunt since you keep showing it off every morning? I thought you wanted to be a cumdump." Remy hesitated, going back and forth as to whether he should reply, block the guy, or once again leave him on read. He typed out a response and deleted it several times before finally settling on asking for pics. Perhaps it would be worthwhile if this guy was his type. "I thought you said you wanted to be a faggot cumdump. Why does it matter then what my cock looks like? You need to learn boy. You will meet me in the park across from your building at 9PM tonight. Don't worry about what I look like. I will find you." It was starting to get creepy so Remy blocked the account. Who the fuck was that and who do they think they are? He laughed and went about his day. That fool thought he could have power of him, but not today! Or so he thought.... At 6PM that night, a message came through from another account, "I know you think you're cute trying to block me, but you can't get rid of me that easily. Here's your fucking pic. Meet me at 9PM tonight." Remy opened the message and his heart started racing instantly. It was a photo of him jacking off on his balcony - only it wasn't a photo that he had taken, it was clearly taken from someone who was looking up at him from the street! How in the hell.... He did lose track sometimes, but couldn't recall seeing someone just staring up at him at any point during any of his bates and he definitely didn't see anyone that appeared to be taking pictures. What was he going to do? Block him again and hope for the best? Although it scared Remy to know that someone has been watching him closely, he also found himself immensely horny. He could not deny his dripping wet cunt or the way his cock twitched at the thought that someone has been watching him expose himself! He messaged the guy back and quickly received a response, "Good boy. Here are your instructions and I expect them to be followed to the letter. You need to wear loose clothing to be slipped off easily, a jock strap, bring your poppers, and sit in this alcove behind these trees. When I approach, you are to look down and DO NOT make eye contact, understood? You'll know it's me when I call out to you." Simple enough, now the excitement began to build as Remy went about getting himself ready for this meeting. He was smoking a bowl and getting ready to leave when another message came through, "By the way, don't even think about standing me up or looking at my face." Another photo was included, it was of him walking down the street dressed in his work clothes. Holy shit... It wasn't on the same block as his job but now he began to worry. Does this person know where he works too!?! He wasn't sure and he didn't want to find out, only 10 minutes left until meeting time. He bustled out the door, super baked, wearing a jock under his loose basketball shorts, sleeveless shirt, and a hat, poppers in his pocket. It didn't take him long to find the alcove and he waited by a tree. "Hey faggot. You know the drill." He was here! He looked down and adjusted his hat too so that he couldn't see the person's face as instructed. His heart was racing, but his cunt was pulsing with heat and hunger too. The man placed a hand on his back and began guiding him deeper into the alcove of trees until he reached a tree stump. "Now bend over, pull those shorts down, and let me see that cunt." He did as instructed and before he could even get comfortable, felt the head of a cock start to tease along his dripping wet slit, dipping down to rub up against the hard nub of his pierced little dicklet. A moan escaped his lips before he even fully registered what was going on. Without even thinking, he pulled the bottle of poppers out of his pocket and took a long deep huff. Mmmm. Fuck! "Good boy" The cock plunged right into his cunt without warning and Remy had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. As the man started to fuck him, he saw a flash and heard the click of a photo being taken. The light remained on and he realized that a video was being taken! The cock felt so fucking good as it plunged deep inside him. He huffed some more poppers when all of a sudden, his hole was empty, begging to be filled back up again, wanting and so very hungry.... "Please fuck me some more!" The man chuckled. "You really are a cock hungry faggot, aren't you? Now say it for the camera." But Remy hesitated even as his cock threatened to override his sensibilities. "Say it right now or I'm going home to leave you like this." Another hit of poppers, his cheeks were flushed red as he stammered out, "I... I am a cock hungry faggot!" The cock plunged back inside him hard and deep! "Good boy, keep huffing faggot" Before too long, the man grabbed his hips and began to pound him harder, grunting as he deposited his load deep inside him, causing Remy to cum hard at the same time. The man pulled his cock out of him and grabbed his hair to turn him around, shoving the cock in his mouth before Remy even had the chance to protest. "Good boy. You're going to learn that it's good to listen to me and very bad not to. You will clean my cock off like this every time I fuck you, and you will make yourself available anytime I ask. I'm going to leave then you're going to wait 5 minutes before you do the same. Remember, no peeking at my face or else." Remy pulled his shorts back up as the load dribbled out of his cunt to soak his jock, waited 5 minutes, then went home. That was fucking hot and not so bad after all, but he was a little worried about the command to make himself available whenever asked. He still wasn't sure if that guy actually knew where he worked or just saw him on his commute.... And he didn't want to find out. Nonetheless, he still found himself so horny thinking about it after he got home that he once again sat out on the balcony, using the man's cum as lube as he stroked himself to another intense orgasm. Fuckkkk. He had no idea who that was or what they looked like. It both scared him and aroused him all at once. (More to cum 😉 Hope this is a good start!)- 18 replies
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Hi all--Im a 26 year old extremely masc, bearded FTM in the sf bay area. work out very regularly, have had top surgery but no bottom surgery. I am a total bottom and very submissive. I have a maaaajor pregnancy risk kink and I'm looking for any and all loads I can get. I'm fertile and so the risk is real, but it would be no risk for you since you can stay anonymous if you want. I'm not in SF proper but I can travel (or host in my part of the bay). Only looking for tops at the moment but I'm open otherwise to any age/ethnicity/physical appearance. Also love being tag teamed/group fun. Have hosted several "pussy parties" before too--some guys who are curious about trying pussy, me naked on a bed or table with a blindfold on and earplugs in, and anyone can use my pussy as much or as little as they want to find out if they like it. I can get into some very rough shit but I'm also down for just regular hooking up too! Only strict requirement is no condoms ever. I've never had one inside me and I never want to.
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I’m on my way down to Knoxville today. Will be in the area for a week before heading back up to DC this weekend. Would love to stop by for a load or a few ^.~ see my BBRT profile for pics, BonusHoleBoy
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Not sure how active this forum is but I'm a 23 year old ftm transman craving a thick load of cum pumped deep in my pussy. I'm clean, last tested in April, tested 2-3 times a year, only had one partner since the last time. You must be clean, I'm able to host or travel.
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