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In Chinatown

Absolutely! And not just my ass. Love tasting other ass juice on cocks mixed with cum…..

The Coleherne, Earl’s Court, London. Got my arsed fucked many times by guys I picked up there. It was a starting point for many young guys first experience

I had a couple nights at a DC bathhouse (Crew Club) where I probably swallowed 20+ loads of cum. Several were from guys fucking me bareback and pulling out and cumming down my throat. Also a few were from eating cum out of bottoms that had just been bred…yum!

I’ve found that posting pics and videos like the ones attached on gay/bi pickup apps has been very effective. I hooked up with several cocks to suck and after several tryouts, found a couple buddies who keep me with a mouthful of cock and cum almost every day. (Two are pictured here…)

This was a very unexpected encounter that happened. Was talking to someone on a website. He was horny and wanted to get together today but for lunch. That’s fine I figured that we’d eat and then go have fun and fuck. No instead we did a few grocery errands. Some hot slight foreplay of him pushing his hard on bulge against me in the store. Me getting on my knees without thinking to show him something from lower shelf level looking directly at his crotch and then up at him before I stood up. And then him getting me into a corner and looking at me. To where we both had to piss at the public bathroom. He looked at my dick while I was pissing and when guys left he put his fingers on his cock leaking precum and put it to my lips which I happily licked and sucked. All the while in between these errands he’s holding my hard fucking uncut cock through my jeans stroking and playing with it. Also more holding it like he’s in control. He was because he’s a top. I finally got the chance to feel his hard on through his pants while he was driving. He wasn’t wearing underwear fucking hot. He was thick and big. While driving he pulled his cock out and I did not need an invitation. I went down on his cock sucking him and taking him completely in my throat. Coating his cock with my saliva. I did a good balance of either going down on him completely or sucking more near the top of his cock head. He was fucking my face at one point feeling him thrust in my throat was so hot he had me leaking. He hit a bump at one point and my throat went down on his cock completely. He told me “Fuck boy I’m going to cum take my load boy”. I swallowed his load completely it tasted so good and it was a big load. I licked the saliva off his bush and I also stayed on his cock not applying too much pressure with my mouth. He stayed hard in my mouth and I sucked him a bit longer. He thanked me and said how nice it would be to have a boy that sucks him off on the way home after his errands. He took me back to my car after but still played with my cock that was rock hard and dripping through my jeans. Even more he played with my chest and nipples and leg. He was grabbing my ass and feeling it while I was sucking him earlier. This Top knew exactly what he was doing to me. He had to go so we I left his car and went back to mine. To suck a guy and suck a guy off while he’s driving though. Fuck that was fun. Although he told me of all the guys he’d fuck I wouldn’t be honest if I said I didn’t want to be fucked by him instead. It was a hot experience. He said he didn’t know why he decided to have lunch with me when initially he wanted to fuck and breed me. Like all the other experiences that don’t go recorded on here. I will definitely get that itch to get fucked and bred in just a little bit. I do want to fuck and breed again very soon as well it’s been too long. This experience though with how bizarre and unexpected it was I had to share. Gave a Top road head and sucked him to completion while he was driving. Fucking hot.

This is where I finally came out of the closet at 30 years of age. I loved dancing there, 'I'm too sexy for my shirt ....'

Ramrod Boston.... It's gone now, like so many places the real estate is now worth $$$$$$ and was torn down and high rise apartments "The Bon" now built on the land.

Rumors, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. It was owned and operated by a group of gay men and a group of lesbian women. It was in a converted old movie theater, so a great big open space! It closed down when the liquor licensing board threatened to pull it's license because women were dancing toppless. The women agreed they would stop if the men kept their shirts on. The men refused and this wonderful gender inclusive Queer space was lost! 😪😪😪

I like sniffies better because it shows where you are and who your neighbors are. It has been very convenient to suck off the guys living near me. And showing where a willing and capable cocksucker is located is good advertising! Yeah, I’m sucking a ton of cock!

Joe fucks me to the beat Got me moaning in heat Making my bussy cheeks speak Stretching my ass muscles weak Turning me into a short king freak Hope on the bus, I don’t leak. 😈😂

Fuck, this is a hot story.

Yep, I’m a cocksucker! Here is me with a mouthful of cock.

GAME ON (part X) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ben, his twink lover. Ali: Iranian Cub mare Six Months Later: Felix’s thoughts: Believe it or not my trick friend that I trapped in the sling for the start of the orgy got knocked up by the toxic judge. I suppose his ass was pretty torn up by the giant who bred him after me, and before the judge. But knocked up by his first toxic load, what are the chances. With all the risks I’ve taken for so many years and even taking the next load from the judge. I’ve gotten off Scott free. Not that I’m avoiding it, I’m sure I’ll get pozed sooner or later. In fact, I’d really like to get it out of the way. So, I’ve been having unprotected sex with this trick every week, no PreP, no condoms, him breeding me, no pulling out! I’m wondering if I’m one of those rare guys that is immune to HIV. Still no sign! Ben’s thoughts: I guess taking the toxic stallions second load at the start of the orgy meant I didn’t get the volume I needed. I so counted on him knocking me up. I anxiously waited four weeks to wake sick but nothing. Then I got tested and nothing, nada, negative. I’m a no nonsense, driven, get what I want kind of guy, so I contacted Alejandro and we made a deal. For the next three months he agreed to breed me twice a week. If I wasn’t knocked up by then I’d throw in the towel. It only took two months, and I got my wish. I was so sick I had to be hospitalized. Ashley was not at all happy, but he stuck by me every set of the way. Ashley’s thoughts: And by ‘every step of the way’ he means letting him breed me after he converted even though I had no protection. The last thing I wanted was to convert but Ben wouldn’t let up. “We both love bb sex, you know that. If you love me, you’ll take my raw cock and let me breed you my gift.” Some gift! Within weeks I took sick soaking our bed. I didn’t need to go to hospital, but I was laid up for a week and a half. I was ready to go on meds as soon as I could, but again Ben demanded the lead. We still aren’t on meds. We are waiting to hear if a chaser that flew in from the west coast to spend last weekend with us has gotten our gift. We fucked him in every room of the house. We took him separately, we took him together, we double penetrated him. Load after load went up his unprotected ass. We each put at least three loads into him per day, and he made it a four-day weekend. You do the math. I’ve never been so exhausted from none stop topping in my life! Ali’s thoughts: It didn’t take long to find out Allah’s will. 11 days after the event I awoke with my bed soaked and feeling like I had been struck by a freight train. I knew what had happened but got tested soon after and sure enough I was now positive for HIV with a viral load through the roof. On the night I finally lost my virginity to so many men I also managed to get infected with an STD that I will now carry for the rest of my life. I’m not angry or upset about this. Allah must have a plan for me that requires I live with this health burden. I plan to tuck my $20,000 winnings away to help finance opening my own classy restaurant. I know I will need much more than my waiting job and generous tips bring in so I’m seriously considering a lucrative offer that came my way last month. PRIDE Studio was so impressed with my performance that they have asked me to be a bareback mare in their stable of porn stars. A catch is they want me to out myself with a prominent biohazard tattoo. I’m not afraid of being out as an HIV positive porn performer, the issue is tattoos are against my religion. I’m beginning to warm to the idea as one more way to give my middle finger to my parents and our oppressive religion. The biggest blessing from Allah is I’m now dating the Iraqi cub that made such sweet love to me during the competition. He stood by my side as I awaited conversion. He nursed me when I was sick. He was the first man I fucked. Oh, the thrill of my raw cock sliding into his dark hairy hole. The release of my animal instinct to pound and pound into him as we gazed into each others’ eyes. The passionate kisses. The moment I told him ‘I’m close’ and he begged “Cum in me. Breed me your poz boys.” I knew he was/is on PreP so I had no fear. My seismic orgasm! Rope after rope of my manhood sprayed into his inner most being. A joining of our bodies beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life. Allah has blessed me indeed. This amazing man is 150% supportive of my signing up to become a porn star. How could I ask for anything more?! I guess I have made up my mind. I can't wait to have Allah use me to service handsome men while on camera. I so love being dominated by men and especially love their seed painting my guts and inner soul. Alejandro’s thoughts: Three more notches on my knock up belt, fantastic! Ali, Ben and by extension Ashly. I’m not ‘patient zero’, but with the couple dozen guys I’ve infected directly my indirect pozings could be over 100. I’m one fucking proud poz stallion! The porn video generated from the competition and orgy has been selling like hotcakes. My agent has assured me that film alone could bring in royalties of over $100,000 per year alone. Every bareback porn production company in North America and Eric Videos are all competing for exclusive rights to use my body in their videos. Eric Vids has the most enticing offer. They want me to stay off drugs and remain toxic to do three stealthing videos. Of course, the bottoms would know the risk they are signing up for but would agree to take the chance that I could indeed stealth them. They wouldn’t know if I did or didn’t until after we shot the scene and I shot my load, either in a condom, or in their ass. One hot scenario that I really like is to shoot my load in a condom. Pull out, take it off, drink it’s contents, then get so excited I pin the victim down, enter him raw and blow another load deep into his guts. We’d do as many of these ‘stealthing’ videos it takes to knock three bottoms up then I would go on meds for my own well being and for the sake of their profits making many more movies using me. As exciting as it has been I’d be happy to see an end to my pozing persona. Toxic judge’s thoughts: This event took a lot to get off the ground but has so exceeded my expectations. At least four guys pozed from a competition that seemed to only have the long shot potential to breed HIV into one mare. One of those converted stealthed by my own poz breeding! How fuckin hot is that?! The fantastic video is an ongoing monument to this outlandish event. What can I possibly dream up to exceed this amazing success?!? __---------------‐‐------------------------- Although this series has many directions it could go from here I'm ending it for now. Thanks for all your comments and variety of likes guys. Like the good submissive bottom I am, I get great pleasure entertaining you with these stories from my twisted imagination .

- Get pozzed. - Take 50 or 100 loads loads in the year, (current record is 43 from 2025) - Take atleast 20 loads all from different guys during a single cumdump session, (current record is 15) back in October at a sauna. - Visit Gran Canaria and do atleast one long cumdump session. - Move back to a city later in the year where I can easily get atleast 1 load a week preferably more.

I’m not hundred percent sure but I guess it was the Angyal (in English Angel) Bar. It was one of the pioneer gay bars if not the very first one. Classic bar, with a small dark room and regular drag shows. It closed 15-20 years ago but then it operated in a different location.

I'd like to find a dominant, or alternatively a cuck or cuck-like individual who would enjoy facilitating my behavior. Someone who would enjoy at least splitting hotel costs, who would enjoy getting me spun, and then locate and turn me out to borderline abusive tops to use me while I am intoxicated. I love the psychological and physical challenges that are associated with serving groups, as well as the humiliation, degradation, and feelings of intimidation that serving groups also brings. Bondage that facilitates CNC situations is something I am always drawn to. Training, emasculation, feminization, sissification, is always welcome and I am fetish friendly. You know....standard stuff...😂 Central/Northern Pennsylvania or western NY state if anyone is interested in discussing options. Feel free to send a message and there is an email address on my profile page.

Because of the country where my owners operate me all photos of me being used are private to the users. Owners keep a very low profile of me being used.

I saw a post like this on bsky/Bluesky .. thought I'd repost the question here. Mine was The Warehouse, Hartford CT .. i think gone now. The bar was in the old Olivetti-Underwood (typewriters) factory. And by coincidence my grandfather use to work there for many years ..

Second Cumming..... Shaved Head’s voice cut through the chemical fog like a blade, low and measured, each word dripping with deliberate control. "Breathe in—slow, pigboy," he murmured, thumb pressing into the hollow of Tommy’s throat. "That’s it. Feel it? That’s your body remembering who owns it." Tommy’s chest hitched, lungs fighting the weight of the drugs, but the hand on his neck tightened just enough to guide him. "Good. Now out." The exhale shuddered out of him, ragged at the edges, his cock twitching against the cool air. "Submission isn’t surrender, Tommy. It’s *clarity.*" The wiry one’s fingers—nimble, relentless—worked the rubber harness tighter, the latex hissing as it stretched over Tommy’s flushed skin. Every millimeter of pressure sent shockwaves up his spine, his balls throbbing under the unforgiving grip of the stretchers. "Look at him," the wiry one mused, tapping the underside of Tommy’s cock with a fingernail. The sound—sharp, metallic—echoed in the room. "Like a fucking wind-up toy." He twisted the lowest ring, and Tommy’s hips jerked off the table, a strangled noise tearing from his throat. "Just needs the right key." The door creaked again. A new voice—deep, rolling, syrup-thick with amusement—cut through the haze. "Y’all takin’ too long." Tommy’s head lolled toward the sound. Tarelle—black, broad-shouldered, Nike Tech Fleece clinging to the swell of his chest—leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. Gold hoops glinted in his ears. His grin was all teeth. "Shit, I *know* y’all ain’t just starin’ at this pig without puttin’ him to work." Tommy’s stomach flipped. The wiry one snickered, stepping back as Tarelle pushed off the frame. His Jordans—white and blue, pristine—squeaked against the linoleum as he crossed the room. Methodical. Unhurried. Tommy watched, pulse hammering, as Tarelle’s fingers hooked under the hem of his shirt. The fabric peeled away slowly, revealing the thick, coiled muscle beneath, skin gleaming under the fluorescents. His sweatpants followed, folded precisely, stacked atop his shoes like an offering. The scent of cocoa butter and weed clung to him. Tarelle’s cock—already thick and heavy, the head flushed dark—curved against his thigh as he palmed himself, the slow drag of his fist making Tommy’s mouth water. “Ain’t polite to stare, piggy,” he murmured, lips quirking. His free hand snagged Tommy’s chin, forcing his head up. “Unless you *wanna*.” Tommy’s breath hitched. Oh wait, you can't see. Tarelle’s thumb pressed against his lower lip, the gag’s silicone ridges digging in. “Anybody got trimix?” He glanced around, lazy, like he was asking for a spare lighter. “Dude’s *twitchin’*, and I ain’t even touched him yet.” Shaved Head stepped forward, syringe glinting between his fingers, the liquid inside catching the light like molten gold. “Got you, big man.” His grin was all teeth as he knelt beside Tarelle, fingers skimming the thick vein running along the underside of his cock. “Gonna make him *sing*.” The needle slid in with practiced ease—no hesitation, no wasted movement—and Tarelle’s breath hissed between his teeth as the drug hit his bloodstream. His cock swelled instantly, veins standing in stark relief against the dark skin, the head purpling with every throb. “Fuck,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders. “That’s the shit, dis injection is tha next key to Pigboys transformation" Tommy’s cock *ached*—eight inches of desperate, harnessed need, the latex straps biting into the swollen flesh. His balls throbbed under the stretchers, pulled taut and heavy, every heartbeat sending a fresh pulse of heat straight to his core. The blindfold robbed him of sight, but his body *knew*. The shift in the air—Tarelle’s breath warming his inner thigh, the low chuckle vibrating against his skin—sent goosebumps racing up his spine. His hips jerked involuntarily, the stretchers clinking with the movement. “Oh, he *knows*,” the wiry one crowed, giving the lowest ring a sharp tug. “Look at him—fucking *begging* for it.” Then—sudden, unexpected—the press of padded headphones clamping over his ears, sealing him into silence. The world muffled instantly—no more laughter, no creaking floorboards—just the staticky hum of white noise and his own ragged breaths echoing inside his skull. Tommy’s jaw clenched around the gag. *Fuck.* Sensory deprivation cranked the hypersensitivity of his skin to eleven—every brush of air, every accidental graze, electric. His cock twitched, precome beading at the tip. A fingertip—broad, calloused—traced his rim, slow and deliberate. Tommy flinched, hips jerking, but hands pinned him down before he could squirm away. The touch circled again, slick with something cold, clinical. Lube, probably. Or spit. His hole fluttered uselessly against nothing. "Relax," a voice rumbled through the headphones—distorted, robotic—but the cadence was unmistakably Tarelle’s. "Breathe out." Tommy exhaled sharply, shoulders trembling. The finger pressed in without warning, knuckle-deep in one smooth thrust. His back arched off the table, a silent scream trapped behind the gag. Then—hotter, thicker—the blunt head of Tarelle’s cock nudged against him, the tip catching on his rim with a sticky, obscene noise. Tommy’s breath hitched. The stretch burned, even through the chemical haze clouding his nerves. Tarelle’s hips rolled forward—slow, inexorable—and Tommy felt every millimeter, every ridge, every vein as his body yielded. His toes curled. His balls throbbed against the stretchers. The headphones crackled with static, drowning out his own choked whimpers. Halfway in, Tarelle paused. Tommy could *feel* him twitching inside, the thick, swollen base of his cock pressing against that deep, electric spot that made his vision whiten. His own dick jerked violently against the harness, precome dribbling in hot pulses down the shaft. The sensation ricocheted through him—Tarelle’s cockhead nudging his prostate, the stretchers tugging his sack taut, the trimix turning his erection into a live wire. His hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for friction, for *more*. Then—cold, unexpected—another pair of hands gripped his cock, the latex straps creaking under the pressure. The touch was methodical, clinical, fingers mapping every vein with the precision of someone who’d done this a hundred times before. A thumb swiped over Tommy’s leaking slit, spreading the wetness down his length in slow, torturous strokes. The rhythm was inhuman—too perfect, too steady—like a machine programmed to wring him dry. Tommy’s breath hitched. His hole *fluttered* around Tarelle, muscles going slack as pleasure overloaded his nervous system. The voice in the headphones crackled again, layered now with something mechanical—a synthesized echo that burrowed under his skin. *You are Pigboy.* The words dripped into his skull like syrup, slow and sticky. *You exist for pleasure.* Tarelle’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Tommy’s scream dissolved into a wet gurgle. *Your hole and cock are the property of CHEMBOSS.* The hands on his shaft tightened, twisting just shy of pain. His vision whited out. *You will submit to anyone who brings pleasure.* Tarelle’s cock dragged against his prostate with every withdrawal—slow, deliberate—each ridge scraping that swollen bundle of nerves until Tommy’s thighs trembled. His dick pulsed violently in its harness, precome pooling in the hollow of his stomach, the latex straps biting into flushed skin. The stretchers clinked with every ragged breath, the weight of them dragging his balls into a taut, aching pendulum. The hands on his cock moved faster now, matching Tarelle’s rhythm—pulling, twisting, *milking*—until the pleasure crested into something unbearable. His hole fluttered helplessly around Tarelle’s girth. The headphones crackled, the voice inside them warping into something deeper, synthetic. *"You are not permitted to hold back any load from your pigboy dick."* The words slithered into Tommy’s skull, slick and insistent. *"If you do, you will be slammed again and risk losing your cock."* A shudder ripped through him—half-terror, half-obscene *want*—as the voice droned on, layering over the wet slap of skin against skin. *"Every drop belongs to CHEMBOSS. Every spurt is proof of your purpose."* Tommy’s hips jerked, his cock twitching like a live wire. The threat coiled low in his gut, sharp as the needle still buried in his vein. Tarelle’s thrusts grew jagged, his rhythm fracturing as his own cock swelled impossibly thicker inside Tommy’s hole. The stretch burned—hotter now, relentless—each ridge of Tarelle’s shaft scraping Tommy’s prostate raw. The hands on Tommy’s shaft tightened, twisting just shy of pain, the latex straps creaking under the strain. Precome dribbled in thick pulses down his length, pooling in the hollow of his stomach. *"See?"* The voice purred. *"Your cock knows its role. It leaks without permission. It begs to be emptied."* Tommy’s breath hitched. His balls churned, the stretchers dragging them taut, the weight unbearable. Tarelle flexed—deliberate, cruel—his cockhead grinding deep into Tommy’s prostate. The sensation ripped through him like live wire, his hips bucking against the restraints. The hands on his shaft moved faster now, matching Tarelle’s rhythm—pulling, twisting, *milking*—until the pleasure crested into agony. Tommy’s vision whited out. His hole fluttered helplessly around Tarelle’s girth. *"There it is,"* the voice cooed, synthetic and slick. *"The first betrayal. Your body gives you away."* His cock pulsed violently, the tip smearing wetness across his stomach. *"Now finish it."* Then—sharp, chemical—the hiss of pressurized vapor flooding the hose connected to Tommy’s gag. The taste hit first: burnt plastic and artificial watermelon, cloying sweetness clinging to the back of his throat. He gagged, but the DMT forced its way into his lungs anyway, expanding like liquid heat in his chest. The first exhale came ragged, his pupils blowing wide behind the blindfold. The second hit sent fractals spiraling across his vision—neon geometries pulsing in time with Tarelle’s thrusts, the room dissolving into a kaleidoscope of impossible colors. By the third, his orgasm wasn’t *coming*—it was *everywhere*, a supernova detonating behind his ribs, his cock convulsing untouched as the DMT rewired his synapses into pure, screaming pleasure. Tarelle’s fingers dug into Tommy’s hips hard enough to bruise, his rhythm stuttering as Tommy’s hole clenched around him in erratic spasms. "Fuck—" His voice cracked, thick with exertion. "Piggy’s *milking* me—" The stretchers on Tommy’s balls jingled obscenely with every snap of Tarelle’s hips, the metal rings biting into swollen flesh. Tommy’s cock *ached*, the trimix turning his erection into something inhuman—veins standing in stark relief against flushed skin, the head purpling with every throb. Precome dribbled in thick ropes down his shaft, pooling in the hollow of his stomach, the latex harness creaking under the strain. The chain came without warning—cold, heavy, *final*—slithering over Tommy’s collarbones like a serpent. His breath hitched as the links settled against his throat, the metal searingly cold against sweat-slick skin. The pressure tightened gradually, each breath shallower than the last, until his pulse hammered against the restraint in frantic, rabbit-quick beats. A click echoed through the headphones—sharp, mechanical—as the lock snapped shut. The chain constricted further, stealing another fraction of his air, the edges of his vision blurring into static. His cock *twitched*, precome smearing across his abs in wet, glistening streaks. *Fuck.* The deprivation cranked the high higher—every gasp burned, every heartbeat throbbed in his dick, every *lack* of oxygen sharpening the pleasure into something jagged and unbearable. The needle gleamed—silver-bright under the fluorescents—as Shaved Head tapped the syringe with a fingernail, clearing the air bubble with a flick of his wrist. The liquid inside shimmered, viscous and gold-tinged, like honey cut with amphetamine. Tommy’s breath hitched when cold alcohol swabbed the side of his throat, the scent sharp and clinical. The chain rattled as he tensed, links biting into his flesh. "Left jugular," Shaved Head murmured, fingers tracing the throbbing vein beneath Tommy’s skin. His thumb pressed down—hard—flattening the vessel against the bone. The needle slid in with practiced ease—sharp, then *gone*—buried deep where Tommy’s pulse stuttered against the intrusion. "There we go," came the whisper, whiskey-rough against his ear. "Pigboy’s first *direct line* to bliss." Tommy’s hole clenched around nothing—a phantom *squeeze*—as the plunger depressed. The drugs hit *immediate*, a molten flood roaring through his carotid, burning a superhighway straight to his brain. His vision whited out. His cock *jerked*, untouched, smearing precome in sticky arcs across his stomach. The chain slackened—just enough for Tommy to drag in a ragged breath—but the relief was short-lived. Tarelle’s cockhead *nudged* his prostate—once, twice—with lazy precision, each brush sending lightning forks of pleasure up Tommy’s spine. His thighs trembled. His *balls* ached, the stretchers dragging them into a tight, flushed pendulum. "Fuck—" The word dissolved into a wet gasp as Tarelle rolled his hips, the thick ridge of his cockhead *scraping* Tommy’s sweet spot raw. "There it is," Tarelle chuckled, deep and honeyed, his palm slapping against Tommy’s ass with a *crack*. "Pigboy’s *trigger*."

Trying to determine if having thinner skin resulting in bleeding and bruising is a result of HIV or just aging. Haven’t really found an answer anywhere I’ve looked. Ex: If you scrape your arm or leg on something gently and it seems to bleed or bruise easily, is it likely related to HIV (meds or no meds)? Do cuts or bruises that used to heal in a few days seem to take a month?

I am looking for a serious and motivated sub, beginner or not, eager to learn and evolve into a relationship based on trust, exchange and respect for limits. Discretion, maturity and communication are essential. If my ad interests you, write me directly on Telegram: Mistressjessica5122 Kik me : misjessicahm512 Teams: hoh391453@gmail.com Zangi number -1015610752