GAME ON

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This is 100% fiction.

‘GAME ON!’

Alejandro;

I didn’t have plans for seeing in the new year so jumped at the chance when I saw this advertisement

Slutty New Year Competition;

Steamworks and Cummunion combine to host a stallion and mare bareback competition.

Only space for three mares, and 15 stallions, so register early.

Admission: Mares – $100

                        Prep free mares - free

                       Stallions - $200

                       Toxic Stallion - $2000 (limit one, proof required at registration and confirmed on night)

                      Observers- $35 (limit 25)

Prizes: $1000 for the stallion that breeds their first mare closest to the stroke of midnight

               $500 for the mare/s bred on the stroke of midnight.

               $5000 for the mare that takes the most loads.

               $20,000 for the mare that receives the one HIV toxic load if they consent to two weeks of daily monitoring before and after to ensure that the competitive toxic stallion was the man who did knock them up. This man must convert within two weeks after the event. (Stalions will be administered rapid test before the 10 p.m. start to ensure they have a negation status.)

              1% of film sale profits for the one toxic mare if he only knocks up one mare on or before the stroke of midnight.

Observers must remain clothed until after midnight and the end of the competition, then it’s a sexual free for all. (Only two rules; no condoms allowed and no holes off limits. Tops that stay on must be prepared to receive raw cocks and loads, no questions asked)

Everyone must sign a waver granting permission to be videotaped and relinquishing any rights to profits from the porn video generated from the competition, other than the toxic stallion.

This waver will include a condition that all rulings from the five judges will be final and cannot be challenged.

 

I’m a forty-five-year-old man standing at 6’. I’m fit, and have a swimmers build, tastefully tattooed; with a Mediterranean complexion, short, cropped salt and pepper hair and beard. I’ve 100% committed to Barebacking for the last 20 years. I have a decently thick 8.5” cock which has sported a two-inch biohazard tattoo above it for the last 6 months. I’ve been poz for 15 years and went off meds a year ago to poz my boyfriend at the time when he went off PreP. The asshole dumped me 6 weeks after he converted and I just haven’t got around to going back on meds yet.

I’m toxic as hell, horny as a rabbit and promiscuous enough to have infected quite a few guys who were Dum enough to not be on PreP and take my load no questions asked. And since I’m in a confessional mood I can tell you I did stealth a few who admitted they weren’t on Prep and made me ‘suite up’, I’m always carrying my specially prepared condoms for just such occasions. Amazing how they always tear! Most of these guys are so into our fuck they beg me to breed them. I’m pretty good at decerning the ones who I can tell I’m poz when we notice the ripped condom. Everyone of them I disclosed to has relented and asked me to continue the stealth. One even cried out, “Fuck did you just breed me a poz load?” “Viral load over the top.” I responded. “Holy fuck, I hope you knocked me up. Regardless, I’ll never allow a condom in my ass again!” he proclaimed.

 I’ve only had one bottom that anticipate my nasty plan and insisted I wear his rubber. When I wasn’t able to cum sheathed he allowed me to remove the protection and stroke myself to completion. He forgot to make me promise not to push back in! I was balls deep when I painted his guts with my toxic load.  I lied when he noticed his hole was bleeding and only then asked my ‘status’. He had picked me up in a bar and invited me to his place knowing I was visiting from across the country. I never told him which city and had given a false name. A month later I happened upon his Scruff account, the profile picture was unmistakable. His profile name was now BBcub and his status was now poz. Someone else might have knocked him up, but chances are it was my stealth that set him free of wretched condoms.

I sent off an email registration and proof of toxicity for the New Year’s eve bb event as well as my registration fee immediately. I anxiously waited three days before getting the confirmation. I was accepted and would be the only poz stallion. They instructed me to blank out my biohazard tattoo with a heavy-duty flesh coloured makeup for the event. This would be removed after midnight for a dramatic reveal if I only inseminated one ‘chaser’. I was ecstatic, it was ‘GAME ON’!!!

 

 

[cman54]

Dam I would love to be a mare at this event. 

[slavetoy4u2use]

12 minutes ago, cman54 said:

Dam I would love to be a mare at this event. 

I would too.  What a way to start a new year

[onlyraw]

Looking forward to a report on how the party goes ….. will be interested to hear what your choices are for mares to choose from … and which one you knock up at midnight….. 

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GAME ON (part II)

Felix

What are the chances? I’m Felix Maritaud’s (Star of Sauvage) doppelganger. Other than being a couple years younger and having a different last name we could be identical twins. Same height (well I’m 1 inch shorter}, same complexion, same body hair, same build, same hair colour and style since I started cutting mine like he does in the movie.

The most bizarre thing is I live the lifestyle he portrays in the movie which I only saw because a trick showed it to me one night after he and a friend raw fucked and bred me. I was crashing on the tricks couch and neither of us were ready for sleep after the sex ended and the friend left. After the movie the trick called two more friends over and I fell asleep on the ratty couch exhausted with two more loads in my ass.

I’ve heard of Prep, but it’s just not my wild stile. I’ve taken so many loads over the years it’s a miracle I’m not poz. I was tested recently because of another nasty STD. (I’ve had dozens over the years) I couldn’t believe I had dodged the bullet yet once more.

A handsome guy in an expensive suite hired me recently while I was trading my wares, my body, on my regular street corner. When we got to his amazing place, he had me strip as he ran a deep bubble bath. I was surprised that he didn’t join me in the enormous tub, even when I luxuriated there for a full hour. ‘His money, his choice’, I thought. When I finally got out, he had a big glass of wine waiting for me. As we slowly sipped the stuff, I’m more of a beer guy he gently asked intelligent questions about my life and sex work. He was also amazed that after so many years of barebacking and indiscriminately taking loads up the ass that I wasn’t poz. I knew guys wouldn’t believe me so kept the report from the week before in my back pocket. When I assured him business had been very slow and I hadn’t been fucked since the test, just given 3 or 4 blow jobs, he asked if I ever top.

“You’re the paying customer, anything you want sir.” I responded. He said he wanted me to fuck him in his bed, but I would have to wear protection. I suited up and made love to his nicely haired ass. He was even more handsome out of the expensive suite, and I wanted to make this pleasant experience last. Twenty minutes later when I surprised myself by unloading in the condom he asked if he could now fuck me. “Anything you want sir.”

“Will you be offended if I wear a condom?” he wondered. “Not at all, but you know you don’t have to don’t you?” I said. “I know, but I’m just careful by nature.” He responded.

He rolled a rubber on his impressive cock, lubed and entered me very gently. We passionately kissed and made love for the next hour.

I don’t usually make requests of customers, but the fuck was going on for so long that even with frequent additions of lube my ass was burning and in great pain. “I don’t want to tap out but I can’t take anymore of the condom. Might you consider jacking off on my face?” I inquired.

He pulled out, removed the condom, and took me completely by surprise by taking my semi-hard cock into his mouth. He got me good and hard and then shocked me by squatting over me and sliding his ass down on my bare cock. His face betrayed ecstasy as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. At the same time he begged “Please don’t cum in me!” Unfortunately, it was all just too fuckin hot, and too late, I was already blasting his guts with a surprisingly heavy load for my second in a few hours.

He instantly had a shocked look on his face and said, “You just bred me, didn’t you?” I sheepishly nodded affirmation.

He jumped off me, threw my legs over his shoulders, entered me raw and pounded me like a wild animal. He didn’t last ten minutes before he torpedoed a load deep into my guts. When we regained our breath, he started laughing uproariously. When he calmed down a bit I asked, “What’s so funny?”  “Fuck if I know. I’ve just never lost control so fully before. That was amazing, like a laughing hyaena took over my entire body, brain and soul. I’m going to pay you ten times your going rate.”

I encouraged him not to; it was great for me as well. At that point his face lit up, he hoped out of bed and grabbed his laptop off a dresser. He rapidly booted it up and pulled up an add for a ‘Horse fair competition”. I’d never seen anything like it before, it was for New Year’s Eve which was approaching quickly. “You should enter.” He encouraged. I had browsed it very quickly and replied, “I could never afford the entry fee, even as an observer.” He quickly intervened “I’ll pay your way; I’m planning to go as an observer and leave before the orgy.” I read the entire advertisement more closely. “I couldn’t let you do that. But I’d be more than happy to register as a mare with free entry. It would be hot as hell. Now I’ve seen this I have no intention of passing up the opportunity.” His smile disappeared and he looked very worried; “But you could get infected with HIV.” I burst out with “Fuck yeah! That’s the whole point. I’d have enough money to finally get housing. Besides, with my work I’m going to get it sometime anyway. I may as well get knocked up on camera. Maybe it would get me into the porn industry.”

Before we climbed under the covers and spooned for the rest of the night, he helped me send in my application. Three days later he came to my corner bursting with the good news I had been accepted for free entry. My heart sank as I remembered the previous two nights I had been fucked and bred by two different fairly skeezy customers. He saw my face drop and asked what was wrong. He assured me I had time to refrain from getting fucked and get tested in time to still compete. He bought my services for the next three weeks and we safely fucked almost every night. I’d suck cocks during the day and had some back ally close calls not to mention how hard it was for he and I not to slip up. But my test was negative and I was able to take my place in the competition. I could hardly wait for New Years Eve. It was GAME ON. Besides he helped me stay safe by satiating my need to take raw cock in the ass by breeding me exclusively and frequently until the event. How did I get so lucky?

 

 

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Sorry, this is long guys, but I hope the set up and sex make it worthwhile.

GAME ON (part III)

Ashley

I know, I know, this is usually a girl’s name! My parents must have known I was going to grow into a feminine twink when I popped out of the womb. That or they were so disappointed I wasn’t a girl that they gave me a female name anyway. At least the teasing every year of school has made me into a very tuff twink.

I knew I was gay from very young. I was four when I started trying to kiss all the other boys. Some even allowed it. My best friend and I started secretly playing with each other’s dicks when I was six. In hindsight I’m relieved we never got caught and surprised we never took it further than fondling and the odd sucking.

At the end of my graduating year of high school a group of my friends and I partied and drank quite heavily. One night I was so drunk I couldn’t drive my parents’ car back home. It was a challenge, but I knew I could walk the 3 miles. I foolishly took a short cut through a heavily wooded park with a maze of trails. It was very dark, but I could soon make out the odd glow of cigarettes and the odd lighter sparking a new fag. I got really scared so soldiered on without engaging anyone. I began to realize these were all men and that I must have stumbled into a cruising area. My suspicions were confirmed as I began to receive whistles and cat calls as I nervously passed the dark images with glowing cigarette tips. My plan to bolt through was working well until I ran smack into a big burly wall of a man.

“Hey kid, what’s your hurry?” His deep voice reverberated through my body.

“I,  … awe …um … think I took a wrong turn.” I was still drunk and my words were slurred.

“Sounds like you’ve been drinking son?”

“Awe … um … yeah … too drunk to drive.”

“No problem kiddo. How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen, it’s legal drinking age here!” anger was evident in my voice.

“Yeah son, you are legal for other thinks as well.” I couldn’t see but I sensed his eyes were drinking me in with lustful interest. “You might have just stumbled into the right place after all.”

I caught his meaning quickly; “I’m a virgin, I’m not interested in THAT!” I tried to push on around his large frame.

He grabbed my arms and held me fast. “Hold on there sonny, don’t be so quick to make up your mind. Everybody’s got to start somewhere, and I’m a pretty good teacher, if I do say so myself.”

“Awe … um … ooo … what do you have in mind?” I nervously asked.

“Let’s just move off the path into the trees and see where the chemistry takes us.”

He was still holding my arms and literally pushed me off into the trees, so I really didn’t have a choice.

He pushed me up against a large tree trunk and bent down to plant a passionate kiss on my lips.

My mind exploded like fireworks! All my life I’d been kissing boys, but here was a large man making the first move. ‘Fuck, he’s choosing me!’ my mind screamed with joy.

He read my shifting energy in a split second. “Do you want me to suck your cock kid?”

He didn’t wait for my answer, he was kneeling in front of me and opening my fly before I had even processed his question.

‘Wow, GAME ON!’ I thought.,. and then realized my cock was being engulfed by his hot mouth and just as quickly it was growing super hard. ‘A man is sucking my dick’. My brain exploded, and so did my boner, I rapidly came in his mouth. With a happy guttural sound, he swallowed every drop of my spew. I had to push him off me my cock head became so sensitive.

He quickly stood and kissed me. Open mouth, full tongue! ‘Oh my god, he’s feeding me my cum, I guess he hadn’t swallowed it all…. Holy shit!’ my brain was struggling to take it all in. My body didn’t care, I’d found a perfect teacher to initiate me into my glorious gay sex life, and it had no intention of missing the opportunity. Despite having ejaculated my cock was still as hard as rock.

“So do you want to go down on mine?” His deep voice made my spine tingle from my neck to my groin. I was on my knees in a split second, and his magnificent tool was already free of its clothing. The manly scent of it was more intoxicating than the booze I had drank blurring my already reckless thinking.

I’d sucked a couple cocks in my life, but this was of a higher order. The moment I kissed his big mushroom head I knew my lips would crave this exotic flesh from now to eternity. I lingered on that kiss for the longest time, until I was drawn to suck the entire head in like a huge strawberry. My tongue instinctively messaged that firm but spongy head, and the receiver’s moan of satisfaction came from his soul. A slightly salty taste took me by surprise until my brain caught up with my overwhelming pleasure; ‘precum, my god, I’ve got him so excited, this must be the elixir of the gods’, my twink fag brain expounded. His hands gently but firmly went to the back of my head beginning to push. My first response was to resist but then my jaw just loosened and three inches of this magnificent man filled my mouth. His grip on my head loosened and I began to naturally fuck my mouth on his thick turgid cock. It seemed my jaw opened like a snake swallowing its prey hole and with each stroke he entered a bit deeper. When his firm but spongy head reached my tonsils, I gagged and almost pulled completely off. Over my coughing his voice encouraged with a resonance that soothed my soul, “Fuck kid, you are a natural, are you sure you’ve never done this.” I was now determined to take him all in, my jaw felt totally unhinged and I grabbed his hairy ass and pushed in willing myself not to gag. He came to a stop with his big ball sack on my chin and his furry bush tickling my nose. I held this position until I was becoming lite headed from lack of oxygen. I pulled completely off and gasped for restorative breath. While doing so he lifted me to standing and planted a full mouth kiss on me. “Damn kid, you almost made me cum, you are fucking talented!”

“You sucked down my load, let me finish you off, bring you over the top.” I pleaded.

“Oh, you’ll bring me to climax, don’t you worry. I plan to take your cherry.”

“Take my cherry?”

“Be the first man to open your virgin cherry ass.”

I couldn’t believe my ears, but my body knew what it wanted and I imeadiately turned, bent and leaned against the sturdy tree. He quickly spread my legs and buried his five o’clock shadow in my hole. Soon his sloppy tongue was probing my ring. My body filled with adrenaline, and I felt as if I was blasting into outer space like a rocket. I lost track of how long this ecstatic experience lasted and came to when I felt his warm hairy body push against my back and heard him whisper in my ear, “Are you ready?” I have no idea how I knew but my hands instinctively spread my ass cheeks. That magnificent mushroom cock head was now pushing against my hole. ‘Oh my god I love this man!’ my brain was flooded with the thought. Then a pain worse than anything I had experienced with my ass took over and I tried with all my might to push him away. He held steady and stared to calmly chant in my ear. “Just breath deep kid. Breath and push your ass out, breath and push, breath and push, breath and push, breath and push, that’s it, keep going, relax that ass, just let it relax.” It wasn’t until I suddenly felt him slide into the hilt that the pain didn’t dissipate but transformed into such a glorious sensation of pleasure. “That’s it boy, I’m all the way in, you’ve let me claim you. Your no longer virgin ass feels fantastic.” ‘Holy shit, I’m no longer a virgin. I’m no longer a virgin!’ sang forth in my head like the Mormon Tabernacle choir singing the Hallelujah Chorus. Then he started to truly fuck me. At first slow deliberate partial withdrawal followed by steady strong insertion. Then the in movement became stronger, more forceful. I don’t know how long this lasted I was so lost in pleasure I never wanted it to end, then his pace picked up and I could sense his breathing becoming erratic. He stood me up, plunged deep, pinning me against the tree. It both knocked the wind out of me and felt like the most natural beautiful thing ever. His groin pushed into me like a drill press as the most pleasurable moan flooded my ear. “Aaawwwweeeee, fuuuccckkkk yeah boy. Amazing” I was too stunned and full of pleasure to realize what had just happened. This magnificent naked man was full body hugging me from behind. He pulled out far too soon for my liking. I was just about to protest when I felt his suctioning lips on my ass ring. The suction continued as he gave the most magnificent (I know I like that word.) tongue fuck. Soon he quickly stood turned and embraced me.Hhis lips were on my mouth once again. But this time he was forcing a salty jell like substance into my mouth. There was so much I couldn’t help but swallow. Only then did it dawn on my overwhelmed brain what I was swallowing, I was far from repulsed!

When I opened my eyes looking over my man’s shoulder, I saw another dark figure standing within 3 feet of us. My virgin liberator noticed the shift in my energy and checked behind him. Seeing the other guy with his hard dick already in hand my man turned me and bent me against the tree.

This other man needed no encouragement; his long slim raw cock was buried to the hilt in my prone hole. His fuck was quick, delightfully brutal, and he was unloading in my ass very quickly.

He no sooner pulled out, and another smaller cock was furiously fucking my greedy hole, I knew I could never get enough of this. He blasted away deep in my gut, quickly pulled out and all three men were gone before I could even thank them.

I remained bent, leaning on the tree, my dripping ass out to the now cool air hoping another man would come along. As I was wrapping my fuzzy head around what had just happened so quickly, I began to sobber and a nagging thought began to creep into my consciousness. I began to fight to understand why the image of a health classroom was taking over my brain. Then I could see the mouth of our sex ed teacher moving, but I couldn’t make out her words. The next image hit me like a cascading brick wall! She was rolling a condom onto a banana. I had just allowed three men to fuck my virgin ass without a condom in sight. All three strangers had ejaculated deep in my gut. As if to confirm my memory I probed my ass, smelled and licked my finger.

Now I was numb and frozen with fear! I didn’t even hear the man approach from behind. I was startled when his finger entered my dripping hole. Before I could say anything, his hard dick was trying to force its way into my back hole.  I squeezed my ass tight and told him; “You need a condom.”

“I’m certain there is more than one load of strangers cum in there already.”

“Three” I blurted, ‘why did I say anything?’ I chastised myself.

He stepped away from me as my ass screamed for more. “Raw or none at all slut, your choice.”

Again, my brain lost and my body instinctively took over, my hands were spreading my ass cheeks as if directed by a determined twisted puppeteer.

For a smaller guy his erection was monstrous. He plunged it in and pounded away with no mercy. It took a bit for the pain to transform to pleasure. My heart pounded with both terror and excitement. The joyful anticipation of his load painting my guts won out. I was now pushing back onto his tool as hard or harder than he into me. I’d given over body and soul. I could feel his canon convulse in my cum soaked gut and with each spasm my heart soared as if I’d just won the Indee 500. He collapsed on my back, and we both gasped to regain our breath.

When he finally stood and pulled out of my ass with a crude squelching sound he chastised; “Well slut, aren’t you going to thank me? Didn’t your mom teach you manners?”

“Aw …. Um ….sorry … yeah, thanks I guess.” My brain was coming back to earth, and I knew I wasn’t sure of what I had just allowed. Although I also knew for certain, I wanted more.

“Fuck off!” he yelled and disappeared into the dark.

This time with heart racing and gasping for breath I pulled on my clothes. ‘When and how had I stripped or been stripped naked’ I wondered. All my clothes on and somewhat together I bolted out of the woods, park and ran all the way home.

Thankfully there were no lights on, and I was able to sneak to my room without being noticed. My bedside clock read 3 a.m. and despite my fear I fell into bed and dropped into a deep but fitful sleep. By 10 a.m. when I awoke my bed sheets were a disaster. I stripped, wrapped a towel around myself and checked to make sure no one was in the hallway. As I scurried toward the bathroom I remembered with a sense of pride, ‘I’m no longer a virgin.’ I proudly whipped the towel off for the last ten feet enjoying the cool air on my genitals and ass. ‘Real men don’t worry about towels between their bedroom and bath; they let it all hang out.’ By the time I closed the bathroom door without locking it for the first time since I was toilet trained, I was sporting my full erection. The urgency to get on the throne then hit me and I quickly farted out the cum that had not absorbed into my gut. It was a sobering surprising amount.

After my shower I confidently strode naked back to my room and stayed in there with my conflicted thoughts until dinner hour. Mom and Dad wondered what was wrong and I confessed I’d been nursing a hangover. Partial truth was good enough for me, and they bought it.

The next day was Sunday, and I spent it in tortured fear. I assumed any sexual health clinic would not be open. The next morning my father loaded me in the car early. We needed to drive two hours to his parents to do a two-day home renovation for them. He couldn’t manage it without my second set of hands.

By the time we returned home I knew it was useless to go to a clinic for PEP, that window of time had passed.

I didn’t sleep with worry and rumination for the next three nights. The next week took an eternity to pass. Each day the fear of having been infected grew increasingly persistent. By the end of the first month, I couldn’t hide my distress from my folks and friends. They all expressed their concern, but I held onto my secret like a hidden yet torturous treasure.

The second month passed even slower with my dread falling to sleep that I would wake with drenched bed sheets and feeling like a mac truck was rolling through my veins.

I couldn’t believe that I had survived at the end of the third month and was not quite able to take in the news that I tested negative.

After such profound fear for my life I refrained from any sex, save my right hand, for another full year until I met my current boyfriend at the end of my first year of college. At first sight we were both smitten, but it took us two weeks to screw but the courage to ‘hit the sack’. Surprisingly, he was a virgin and after some delightful 69ing he wanted to fuck me raw. It was very tempting, but I had told him in detail my loosing virginity story and the three agonizing months, he relented and suited up. The condom burned and the fuck was disappointing, far too vanilla, but I knew I needed to cut him and the condom some slack.

Six months into our monogamous relationship we decided to move in together. After a week of fucking each other every night and him begging me to trust him and do each other raw I relented.

I was the first to slide into him raw and in no time, I was pumping my jizz deep into his gut. He was over the moon! We flipped and from the moment his silky skin slid past my outer ring the ecstatic memory of my first four fucks blasted me into outer space. His fuck was more animalistic than ever, and he was soon filling me with his wonderful man seed. We were now a true couple. The rest of the condoms went in the garbage the next morning and we’ve never looked back.

Although we almost did two months later. I had caught him reading stories on this site. At first, he was embarrassed and I was angry but quickly we found ourselves reading these stories as foreplay for our increasingly uninhibited sex. We were always hornier than ever and fucked at all times of day like rabbits.

We started going to a gay bar regularly. Long story short, a handsome older bear of a man started hitting on us. He told us he loved playing with twink couples. While he headed off to the bar to buy us drinks my boyfriend asked me what I thought, assuring me we would use condoms with this handsome bear. I couldn’t say no before the bear returned with three beers. The flirting became more aggressive as we quickly guzzled the first beer. He kept them coming and my lover went to the bathroom as the bear, and I guzzled a third beer between snogging. As we were entering the bathroom we met my man leaving. He winked at us.

That wink was like an ON switch for the bear and me. I entered the first empty stall, had my shirt off and pants dropped, and was leaning over the throne before he even got the door closed. I looked back to see his magnificent (sorry again) hairy torso and emerging baseball bat member, and him digging a foil pouch from his pant pocket. ‘Great, he knows he needs a condom’ I thought with relief and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Lube was fingered into my waiting hole, and his cock was quick to follow. Too quick. I reached back feeling his cock drive in and out of me to make sure he was covered. Nothing, just the magnificent skin of his turgid man meat.

“You need a condom.” I feebly stated.

He reached around and grabbed my clearly aroused cock. “Your mind might think you want a condom, your body knows better.”

I knew he was right and pushed back so every stroke hit my prostate. I was soon blasting my load into the toilet bowl, my ass contractions pulling him over the edge. ‘Fuck, how can I enjoy a strangers raw codk and  load so damn much.’ My brain raced.’

We uncoupled and embraced. I thanked him, pulled my clothes on and bolted to my lover telling him we had to get home right now.

He resisted; “But the bear?” The truth dawned on him quickly, “He just bred you.”

“Let’s get out of here fast!” I pleaded. I confessed all on the way home. He thought it was the hottest story he had ever heard and insisted on fucking and breeding me in the stairwell up to our apartment.

When we checked our phones before climbing into bed, I learned my grandmother had suffered a massive heart attack and died. The next four days were busy with travel, visitations and funeral. The PEP window was again past.

My lover was compassionately attentive to my fear. But he’d been reading pozing stories and refused to return to condom use. If I got ‘IT’ he was bound and determined to get knocked up to.

Three months passed, and we both tested negative. I swore I would never take another mans load again. He insisted we both go on PreP. He won.

For six months we took our PreP diligently without a missed dose and without playing with anyone else.

Then he came across the add for a New Years Eve Horse Market Competition. I couldn’t get him to shut up about it. He continually pestered me, “You know deep inside you really want to be a mare taking stallion loads one after the other. Your body tells me you also want to get knocked up, your cock gets so excited when we read stealthing and posing bedtime stories.” Day in and day out he wouldn’t relent.

I finally agreed to register as a mare. But as enticing as the $20,000 prize was, I was not going off PreP. After we sent off the applications, he was registering as an observer, I kept quizzing him, “Are you sure you don’t want to be a mare as well?”

He assured me. “I didn’t get to see the bear breed you. I’m not missing watching the next time you take a stranger’s load up your ass. PreP or no PreP, I don’t care. After that I move into wild mare mode myself!”

His determination scared the shit out of me, especially three days later when our acceptance arrived in our inbox.