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I started my collection but I did not find a lot at Lab or BULL. Any cruising spot where I can find lots of used commons? Specially full of cum

Great explanation of the backstory of Buck and Scorpion Pizza... I am looking forward to seeing how things progress for Jacob...

matt

Mmmmm the seed is sown, now all Randy needs to do is plow and fertilise Darren's fertile field so that it germinates,

I’ve had loads of fun there. One of the better bathhouses

I loved cum kissing my btm FB after his top BF blew his load in one of us. He loved watch watching us snowballing his load before swallowing and then he would shower us and rinse our mouth with his hot piss.

On this town, hell no...was on bbrts, Grindr and sniffies all night....5 ppl contacted me. All 5 ghosted

As I sat in our bedroom with my husband eating my ass, I could not help but think, “What a difference a fucking week makes!” After all, it was just one week ago when I went to the adult bookstore, desperate for cum up my ass, and I met the hot bookstore counter guy who coordinated me getting fucked full of cum by a homeless guy named Charlie. Hot ginger boy, whose name have I since found out is Spencer, jerked off to provide his load in a syringe, which we used as lube for me to take Charlie’s beer can cock up my ass. Spencer is now my biggest ally in me feeding my husband other random guys' loads of cum out of my ass without my hubby knowing it. Spencer is fucking brilliant, not to mention a kinky bastard who I owe a debt of gratitude to. I will share more about Spencer soon, but before that, I need to tell more about background of how I initially turned my husband into an ass licking, cum eater. It was a slow but steady process that began a few sexual encounters after we met… My husband is older than I by several years, and we met at a local fundraiser when I was in my mid-20s. He worked at a local hospital in a liberal city at the time, but he himself is conservative and reserved…financially, sexually, and politically. In other words, he is financially secure, very vanilla when it comes to sex, and he’s republican. He’s a good-looking guy overall, with a few extra pounds he can never get rid of, and even though he identifies as gay, he grew up in a conservative Christian household and is a product of his environment. Thus, when we met, he was looking for a more traditional guy partner with vanilla tastes. As we got to know one another, he emphasized he wanted a guy who would take care of the cooking and cleaning and dote on him while he brought home the money and provided a stable home environment. That first night after the fundraiser, he invited me to his place for a nightcap. I ended up giving him a blowjob, quickly getting him hooked on my amazing cocksucking skills. When I left that evening, he invited me out to dinner a few nights later. That night we ended up going back to his place afterwards, where he fucked me missionary position until he came after ten minutes and then rolled over and fell asleep. I tidied up his bedroom before I left his home, and he and I quickly developed into a routine of me taking care of him. As for me: I love getting fucked full of cum, as you well know by now. I knew I could not be monogamous, but the topic never came up as he and I were getting to know one another. He and I never talked about sex. He did not seem comfortable talking about sex and it was naturally understood what each of our roles were in the bedroom…at least in the beginning. It did not take long before I completely took care of this guy’s needs and he considered me his boyfriend. At the same time, I also knew I needed some kinky supplements in my sex life to be totally satisfied. I wanted to see how much I could bring this guy into my world of kink, but did not hold out much hope. I thought I would start by trying to get him to eat my ass, since I love to be rimmed before I get fucked. I remember that first time I suggested he eat my ass. I was lying on my back on his bed, and he was all ready to fuck me. He looked at me like I was crazy, his face and nose scrunched up, showing his revulsion at the thought. He confirmed he had never rimmed a guy’s ass before, and I was so fucking turned on to have a virgin ass licker who I could mold and mentor. I was determined more than ever to turn this vanilla man to the dark side by making him eat my ass. I did not push the issue that night. I needed to be patient and strategic…but it was only a matter of fucking time. A few days later when we were naked in his bedroom (which is the only place he ever had sex,) I gave him an awesome blowjob, and he was primed to fuck me. I knew now was the time… I brought up him rimming my hole, and I thought he might get angry and frustrated with me for being persistent, because it was something he clearly did not want to do. After the amazing blowjob I gave him however, he was primed to fuck me, and in his horned-up state he was thinking with his dick. Rather than anger or frustration, his eyes were pleading with me, which I interpreted as a combination of “Please just let me fuck you!” and “Please don’t make me do this!” I had the fucker right where I wanted him, but I knew this moment was crucial. I was soft in my approach, almost cooing and coaxing him like the witch enticed Hansel and Gretel into her house of sweets. Realizing we were unexpectedly playing a game of chicken and I had no intention of blinking first, he finally and slowly moved his head and mouth ever so closer to my sweet little pucker hole, aka unexpected candy for his virgin mouth. His face expressed a sense of dread as to what was about to happen next and he scrunched his eyes closed tightly. And then…FUCK!!! His tongue made first contact with my precious bootyhole. I screamed out “YES!” as his tongue instinctively started to wiggle around my hole. I gasped and moaned and gave plenty of encouragement for him to keep going. I remember that moment when my sexual urges took control of me and without even realizing it, I yelled “FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!” He did as ordered, and pushed the tip of his tongue inside of bunghole and moved his head forward and backward ever so slightly repeatedly. It was at that moment, I realized something spectacular: This guy curled up the tip and sides of his tongue, making it a hard appendage that was literally fucking my boy cunt! I was in 7th Heaven when he removed his tongue, jumped up, and rushed forward on his knees, lining his cock up with my now wet fuck hole. He crammed his cock into me uncontrollably and he fell on top of me, fucking me missionary. Within 20 seconds he yelled and grunted as he dumped his load inside of me. I felt the full weight of him lying on top of me, completely pinned between him and the mattress as he caught his breath and came back to reality. When we both had our wits about us, I said, “we are definitely doing that again!” and when he did not disagree, I knew my new ass licker was born! I loved the fact that this guy now rimmed my hole every time before he fucked it full of cum, but after a while, I felt the need to change it up for this not-quite-so vanilla guy. One night after he ate my ass and fucked me full of his cum, I reminded him that I still needed to get off. Having fucked me in the missionary position, he lifted himself off me and kneeled between my spread legs watching me as I stroked my cock. I found it difficult to cum and needed more stimulation, so I asked him to stick a finger up my hole. His finger provided some stimulation, but being thinner than his cock, his finger had little impact. I was getting frustrated and needed something more to put me over the edge. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly in my moment of increasing sexual frustration, “Eat my ass!” bellowed out of my mouth without me even realizing it. My boyfriend got a shocked look on his face and asked “WHAT?!” in disbelief and I yelled uncontrollably “EAT MY FUCKING ASS SO I CAN CUM!” as I lifted my legs high and wide to give him easy access. It was like my body was possessed and a kinky demon had taken control of me. My boyfriend hesitantly bent down to get his head and mouth closer to my hole and when he was ever so close, I grabbed a handful of his hair from the back of his head with my left fist while I furiously stroked my cock with my right hand. I screamed “GET YOUR FUCKING TONGUE IN ME!” as I forced his face into my ass. His natural instincts took over, and he stuck his fucking tongue in my freshly fucked and puffy boy cunt and started to lick. Knowing he was licking my hole and tasting his own fucking cum inside my asshole put me over the edge as I screamed “FUCK!” at the top of my lungs and shot my huge load, it hitting me in my face. It seemed like forever for me to come down from my sexual high, but eventually I caught my breath and lowered my legs. I looked up at my boyfriend who was now kneeling on the bed staring at me like he did not even recognize me. As I looked at his deer-in-the-headlights face, I was immediately drawn to his mouth...and his lips... and his nose...and the area between his nose and his lips. That entire area of his face was wet and glistening with HIS cum that he ate out of MY fucking asshole. The demon within me smiled at the sight, already formulating our next sexual encounter!

Excellent chapter - fleshing out Buck's character gives him some "realness" with the back story. Not just the usual fuck, cum, poz, story.

did you have any visitors??

The Guys came over Friday night. I had Drew prepared. I stretched his hole on a medium butt plug for a day before and I had him douched out ready for breeding. We all got naked and I put Drew on his knees and we all crowded round him so he was staring at 6 hard cocks, 7 if you include his Dad. He sucked his Dad’s cock first. It was hot watching Drew’s Dad fucking his son’s throat - he was loving it. After that we all took turns in Drew’s mouth. His Dad enjoyed watching Hamish try to force as much of his monster cock down Drew’s throat. He managed about half. After half an hour of cocksucking I made Drew kneel on the couch, open his legs and spread his arse cheeks. His beaut pink hole looked perfect, closed but ready stretched. I asked who wanted to go first. Drew’s Dad wanted Hamish to go first. I usually let Hamish fuck drew after he’s been well fucked and seeded but I thought why not. I made Drew’s dad lube his son’s arse and Hamish’s cock. Hamish forced his shaft deeper into Drew’s hole. he was moaning with every inch until finally Hamish was balls deep. Drew’s Dad was jerking his cock real hard watching Hamish fuck his son. Hamish shot his usual massive load into my Boy then we all lined up to fuck him. Usually I’m the last to seed Drew but I offered that honor to his Dad - which he accepted. After Drew had been fucked and seeded by Hamish, Steve, Ryan, Dwayne and John I fucked him and loaded him. Then I pulled out and his Dad stood behind him and immediately went balls deep. He’s fucked loads of men before but I think that was his first time fucking a well seeded hole. He was loving it. We all encouraged him and I gripped his balls and grunted in his ear - go on mate, fucking shoot your load in your son’s arse. He shook and his body shuddered and I knew he was seeding Drew. After that everyone left except Steve who stayed overnight to help me fuck Drew in the morning. I was pleased to see that Drew’s Dad is over the post breeding embarrassment and was happy to chat with my mates about what a good fuck Drew is.

I've done it a few times: walked out of a cruisy mall bathroom with a thick cum facial, walked a forest trail from a cruise spot to my car through a group of bird watchers, and strolled a busy street in a city's gay village (with cheers and applause) after taking a few loads in an alley behind a bathhouse. Love the bewildered look of "that guy has something on his face" that turns to "is that what I think it is?". People in the gay village definitely knew what it was, lol.

2 Marked by the Sting The air in the nest was heavy, thick with the scent of sweat, poppers, and unbridled lust. Dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the walls, illuminating the biohazard tattoos that adorned the bodies of the Skullface Scorpions. Their scorpion insignias, dark and menacing, seemed to pulse with life, Dressed in nothing but a tight harness and a jockstrap, his pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, his body already buzzing from the booty bump he’d taken earlier. The drugs had kicked in, heightening his senses, making every touch, every sound, every breath feel electric. The nest was a chaotic symphony of moans, whispers, and the occasional slap of skin on skin. The Scorpions circled him like predators, their eyes hungry, their cocks throbbing with anticipation. Each man was a vision of raw, unfiltered desire, their bodies marked with the symbols of their brotherhood. Riley’s cousin, his sponsor into this world, smirked as he stepped forward, his hand resting heavily on Riley’s shoulder. “Ready to join the brotherhood , boy?” he whispered, his breath hot against Riley’s ear. His voice was low, laced with a promise of pleasure and pain, of transformation and surrender. Riley nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He’d known what he was getting into, but standing here, surrounded by these men, he felt both terrified and exhilarated. This was it—the moment he’d been both dreading and craving. His cousin’s smirk widened, and he gave Riley’s shoulder a firm squeeze before stepping back, leaving him exposed to the nest. The Scorpions closed in, their presence overwhelming. One of them, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scorpion tattoo crawling up his neck, stepped forward. His eyes locked onto Riley’s, and he reached out, gripping Riley’s hip with a firm hand. “You’re gonna be one of us, boy,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Gonna take the bug, spread our seed.” His words sent a shiver down Riley’s spine, a mix of dread and arousal coiling in his gut Before Riley could respond, another Scorpion pushed forward, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He grabbed Riley’s harness, pulling him closer, and without warning, pushed him to his knees. Riley gasped as the man’s thick cock pressed against his lips, the salty taste of pre-cum teasing his tongue. “Suck it, pig,” the man ordered, his hand tangling in Riley’s fiery hair. Riley obeyed, opening his mouth wide and taking the man’s cock deep, his throat constricting as he gagged. The man groaned, thrusting his hips forward, fucking Riley’s mouth with abandon. The nest erupted into a frenzy of movement and sound. Hands grabbed at Riley, pulling him to his feet, pushing him onto his back on a nearby bench. The harness was tugged tighter, the jockstrap ripped away, leaving him completely exposed. The first Scorpion stepped forward, his cock throbbing, and without hesitation, he lined up with Riley’s hole and thrust in, burying himself to the hilt. Riley cried out, his body arching as the man began to pound into him, his hands gripping Riley’s hips with bruising force. “You’re ours now,” the man hissed, his breath hot against Riley’s ear. “A poz pig, a party pig, a Scorpion.” His words were a mantra, repeated by the others as they took turns, their cocks relentless, their hands roaming over Riley’s body. They gripped his perky breasts, tweezing his nipples, their fingers leaving red marks on his pale skin. They whispered filthy promises, their voices a chorus of depravity, as they fucked him deeper and harder with each thrust. Riley moaned, his body trembling, his hole stretching to accommodate their cocks. The drugs in his system amplified every sensation, every touch, every thrust feeling like it went straight to his core. His mouth was wet and open, begging for more, as they fed him their cum, their seed mixing with the Tina and G already coursing through his veins. The room spun, the clouds of poppers enveloping him, and Riley felt himself slipping further into their world. One by one, they took their turns, passing him around like a prize. Each man left his mark on Riley, their cocks branding him, their cum filling him. His body was a canvas for their desires, his hole a gateway to their brotherhood. Riley’s moans grew louder, his voice hoarse as he begged for more, his body craving the pleasure and pain they inflicted. As the last Scorpion pulled out, Riley collapsed onto the bench, his body slick with sweat and cum. His ass twitched, still adjusting to the relentless fucking, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of their load. The nest surrounded him, their hands reaching out, branding him with their mark—a scorpion insignia pressed into his skin with a heated iron. The pain was sharp, searing, but Riley barely flinched, his mind too clouded with pleasure and drugs to care. “Welcome to the clouds, brother,” his cousin said, his voice filled with pride. Riley looked up, his eyes glassy, his body still trembling. He was theirs now, a new Scorpion, ready to spread their seed. On his knees, he bowed his head, his ass still twitching, his mouth filled with their cum. The nest cheered, their voices a triumphant roar, as Riley’s transformation was complete. He was no longer just Riley—he was one of them, a poz pig, a party pig, a Scorpion. And as the drugs and cum mixed in his system, he knew there was no going back.

Neg masculine good looking bloke not on prep on southern Gold Coast wanting to breed with poz men.

Chapter One: The Scorpion’s Mark Riley Kane had always been drawn to the strange corners of the internet — forums whispering about transcendence, power, and awakening. Most of it was noise: conspiracy threads, cryptic videos, encrypted chats. But one night, he found something different. A name that kept surfacing again and again. The Skullface Scorpions. People said they were more than a group. A movement. A family. Their symbol — a skull wreathed in black smoke, the jaw replaced by a scorpion’s tail — appeared in graffiti under bridges and on the cracked walls of abandoned factories. No one knew who led them, only that they followed someone called Gray. James Gray had been a scientist once, or maybe a soldier, depending on which story you believed. He’d survived something terrible — an experiment gone wrong, a near-death encounter — and came back changed. Some said he could bend people’s will with a word, others that he carried a presence you couldn’t resist. Those who met him called him The Voice. Riley’s cousin Tyler had been the first to speak of them in person. “They don’t hide what they are,” Tyler said one night, leaning against Riley’s car, eyes burning with a strange certainty. “They don’t lie, they don’t fake it. That’s why I joined. Because out there—” he waved toward the city lights “—everyone’s pretending. The Scorpions don’t. With them, what you see is what you are. No masks. No walls.” Riley frowned. “And what’s their motto again?” Tyler smiled, the kind of smile that held both warning and pride. “Raw is law.” Riley didn’t understand it then. But Tyler explained — being “raw” wasn’t about danger or recklessness. It meant stripping away everything false. Facing the world as it was, and yourself as you truly were. Now, weeks later, Riley stood in the heart of an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city, surrounded by humming lights and rhythmic sounds that seemed to come from the walls themselves. “Every nest begins with belief,” Tyler said, his voice echoing through the vast room. “We burn away the old life to make room for the new.” The hum grew louder, vibrating through Riley’s ribs. Around him, figures stepped out of the shadows, each marked with the Scorpion’s insignia — a biohazard symbol twisted into a tail. He didn’t know if he was afraid or exhilarated. Then the doors sealed. The initiation had begun

Mount – Palm Springs 10/4 I recently traveled to Palm Springs for the first time to attend the Mount event at CCBC. First of all, I would like to thank anyone that reached out to me for answering questions about Palm Springs. It was very beneficial to have a little knowledge about the area, etc. I checked into the CCBC on Friday, but did not attend the Mount event, but rather the Cumunion event at Club 541. In short, had a great time and got bred at least 13 times that evening. But on the the bigger item. For anyone interested or thinking about the Mount event, don’t hesitate and do it. Of course, not knowing anyone / traveling alone, my mind and nervousness slowly dropped after just talking up with other attendees. It also helped in during the day on Saturday, I was able to speak to a few that did the event on Friday evening, but they were going to being volunteering for the Saturday event. Every little bit of info ahead of time was helpful. 5:00 p.m. check in starts. I was staying in a room that could see the registration area, and noticed there were people checking in around 4:45 p.m. so I decided to go and get that done. Wise choice! I was talking with one of the members that work these events and gave me some pointers. As a bronco, you basically have an area that after check in, there is a place to wait in line to be taken into the coral for the 7:30 p.m. meeting of the broncos. Jokingly I asked the member if I was actually seeing that there were 3 people in line already and it was only 5 p.m. “Yes” they are. Well, I guess its time to wait and chat with other broncos. Keep in mind, there are about 16/18 slings available and fuck tables and benches in the coral area. Simple math, the first 16/18 broncos in line have the choice of getting a sling. Well, got up to the line and there were a few more broncos so I was like #7. It was only 5:10 p.m. Oh well, I wanted this experience and was not going to miss out on a sling if I could help it. Time actually went fast talking and everything with other broncos. Some were there the night before and some were first timers like myself. Note to self: More knowledge is best! Time actually went pretty fast. All out for the same thing, everyone was pleasant and chatty. It helped as well, as your space in line could be held by new acquaintences to run to rest room, drink run, etc. By the time we were ready to enter the corral, there were probably 40/50 broncos behind me. 7:30 p.m., the stable master opened the gate and said to follow him into the corral. Keep in mind, the corral is circular in shape, the outside perimeter has a wall so no one can see into the corral. There were 16/18 slings lining the outside perimeter of the inside wall with the center containing all sorts of picnic benches and fuck tables. All the broncos were taking their positions. I got into one of the slings and one of the other broncos I was waiting with took the sling next to me as we were going to check on each other during the event. The stable master began his speech about the rules and instructions. Rule 1; If the hand goes up, everything stops. The cowboys are also instructed on this as well. The organization wants to make sure you are in a safe environment and nothing happens to the broncos. The hand up can alert the wranglers watching the area that the bronco needs a break, needs water, needs to move position, the cowboy is too big, or has a piercing. My anxiousness was lowering even more hearing all of the safeguards that they have in place to make sure you feel safe, especially being blindfolded. Rule 2; The blindfold must stay on at all times. If you take it off, you are thrown out. Hence the hand raising to get what you need. I witnessed a wrangler (helper) every few slings and throughout the center of the corral. It was very well watched and they were helpful in everyway. Rule 3; If the wrangler notices that you aren’t getting a lot of action, they may suggest they move you to another area. Not as a punishment but rather, they want everyone to experience the best of this event. As the other similar types of parties post, just because you are there, and a lot of people, my not guarantee you will get a lot of action. Note to self; that’s always been in the back of my mind. Rule 4; If you want to move to another area, hand up and wrangler will take you there, however you lose your spot, (in a sling space) you would give that up to a bronco that may be waiting to try one that opened up. **not a rule, but we were told that the cowboys were having their meeting and they are instructed this is a fuck event. It’s not a stand round event. The organizers basically don’t want a cowboy mounting a bronco and a group of other cowboys gathering around watching and waiting their turn. “Wow” I thought. What a concept. You know, we have all been to events and everyone is swarmed around one bottom guy. Not in this case. They want the cowboys to be one on one and then move on. Note to self-interesting. More mind easement. But still, the amount of broncos I saw in that corral, still wondering if this was going to work. Almost 8p.m. – Announced all broncos must place their blindfolds on. Not to be removed. So, up in the sling I am in a jock, sox, tennis shoes, harness and ball cap with a blind fold. I kept a small tube of lube in my sox that I could reach without having to ask for help. I looked up, almost a full moon outside, beautiful night out and up goes the blindfold. I think, good luck! 8 P.M. – The stable master announces that cowboys can march in and mount. The deep breaths I was taking! It was a very vulnerable feeling. Trust me. To my surprise, within 10 seconds, I was mounted by my first cowboy and to my surprise, bred my ass. Slapped my ass and said thanks. I have to say, there were never more than 10 minutes between mountings. Every so often, the wrangler in my area would come up to me, announce who he was and asked if I needed a break, water, anything. The wrangers really kept an eye on us. After being in the sling for 3 hours and 10 minutes, I was mounted at least 24 times that I remember (lost count after about 20) and got bred by 18 cowboys that I know of for sure. Just as the last cowboy was unloading in me, I heard him talking with the wrangler by me and said “Geez, how many times have you shot, and the cowboy said 7”. 11:10 P.M. – The Stable master announced that all blindfolds could come off as everything was winding down. When my blindfold came off, I look on my face was priceless. There were 4 of us in slings left. 2 of us were done, and the other 2 had cowboys mounting them. Everyone else had gone. It looked so different with no one in the corral compared to when it started and me thinking “What did I get myself into”? So here is the important numbers, and thought I did not do too bad that night. There were 66 broncos (bottoms) and 94 or 96 cowboys (tops) I will take the 24 mountings with great pride! And the 18 breedings with even more pride! Would I suggest doing this if you have thought about it; YES Would I do this again if the opportunity comes up again; YES I also want to thank the MOUNT team www.guys2.com for their work they put into this and their organization. It was a hot event and couldn’t ask for a better experience.

Could be. I'm getting on in years and I now have a fuckstastic young stud who fucks me several times a week. I love to surrender to him. But in my younger years I was a real power bottom. And I do clearly remember who (sometimes, often also not) was in control haha and that wasn't the top haha!!

I don't know why, but this setting--a pizza shop--makes this pozzing (& chasing) story even hotter. Maybe, it's because I live in a college town with several pizza restaurants and have many very cute delivery guys. Wouldn't be hot to have some of Scorpion Daddy's sons offering to gift their strain to customers? Maybe, this "service" would be on a "secret" menu of Scorpion boy services?! Looking forward to see where @Uncut300takes us readers in the next installment.

I had a good session being in the middle twice on a visit to the sauna. I love it too.