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@muscmtl @hntnhole despite the unfolding AIDS crisis, the 1980's were a great time to be a horny young guy! It's hard for old guys, that lived through it to understand why guys in most places today don't seem to be taking full advantage of the freedom PREP should be giving us.

Sounds like you and I share some facets of our earlier days; I went to an LCA (Augustana Synod) undergrad school, and there was a ton of gay sex going on. There was a "lower campus" (the original) and an "upper campus" (where they had expanded during the 1960's (I think), overlooking the Mississippi. There were heavy-duty stairs built between the two, higher than the ground-level (which was a steep grade covered with weeds, wild shrubs, and obviously guys at night sucking/fucking in the wild growth all night long. The mosquitos had a nightly banquet too. But the real action took place in the basement of the Student Union every Saturday night, which was managed by a gay guy. Oddly, I don't recall what time he opened the door to the basement (from outside the building), but there would be 40, 50 guys milling around outside, waiting for the door to open, and more guys showing up once the door was opened. It was absolute madness down there ..... 😁

I'd rather (once Dan has converted), read a description of what happens when he decides to be the one to poz a neg guy's arse (maybe even by stealth) or his reaction when a chaser approaches and asked Dan to 'poz him up'! That, and descriptions of a few more of Rick's successful 'pozzing' tales.

Whether its a one-man-band operation of they have the same technical support as Microsoft, there have always been issues on NKP, but they were minor, some almost funny. When I first joined, it located me in Canada and over seveal weeks, the site migrated me eastward until eventually siting me in the UK (where I was all along). Storing messages in order of Month, Day, Year, rather than Year, Month, Day is just confusing and makes finding certain messages difficult (not that they are searchable to my knowledge - someone with Premium membership please let me know if this is a paid for feature. Due to the Online Safety Act coming in to force in the UK last July, this site along with others was no longer accessible. I therefore started using a VPN and had no problems. However, in the last couple of weeks, every time I try to access the list for guys in my area, it had started to (periodicaly but increasingly) show guys who are local to the VPN server I'm using, and even that doesn't look correct with a oddly large increase in distance (from 74 miles to 324 miles), for the guys listed as fourth and fifth closest to me? Originally, I found that simply refreshing the list page was enough to correct it and bring up the right list. However, in the last two days, not only does this fix no longer works but the what ever I try to do, leaves me with a half blank screen. The only action I can take then, is to close the tab (which is not ideal from a security point of view). Can't comment on the video aspect, (as never been a paid member) but as the OS Act applies to images; text and video, removing just the videos would not be sufficient to comply. I just hope that the owner of the site gets the help he needs to sort it, as it would be a shame to lose yet another important part of the fetish gay scene.

To the OP, no - I don't think that's ever happened to me. That said, I do pay attention more to what I'm doing than goings-on around me. One of the plusses of taking care of that kind of business at the fuckjoints is, they don't allow phones, and if you try to sneak one in, you'll get banned. That would be akin to sexual death 😧

I'm curious if anyone here has used Blue chew Gold. I used the vanilla version and it worked well for getting and staying hard but didn't have any impact on getting aroused, whereas Gold allegedly boosts libido as well.

Welcome, new members !!! We hope to hear from each of you often, sharing your thoughts, viewpoints on various discussions.

I'm sure I'm in the minority, but I'd love to see Dan break and start taking poz cum from every top he can find until he converts.

HoC has gotten a bit strict on full on cumdump sessions but can still happen on a good night. Never missed a load at touche and JH.

The first time I ever got fucked the guy had a thick 8" and that's what I'm always looking for. On the other hand, a wise man once said, "It's not the size of the wand, but the amount of magic in it."

5-6" hits my prostate great. And if my guy curves up things get even better. Easiest guys to have a prostate orgasm with. So if I'm imagining the perfect guy maybe I'd give him 5-6" with a nice curve to have easy prostate orgasms with him. Smaller dick doesn't hit my prostate but it's still great. It's easy to get fucked with under 4" and no worries about getting pounded long and hard. I went away for a week with a friend who's got a smaller dick and we had fun, he fucked me every day. So maybe I'd imagine the perfect guy with a dick that's easy to enjoy every day as long as we like. And I can still have prostate orgasms if it's feeling good and I'm squeezing my butt again and again, it's been known to make it happen. Bigger dicks don't hit my prostate that much, kind of go past it. Bigger they get the less often I can take them too, but they're also really good feeling, the deepness is very satisfying and intimate. Love spooning with a long dick guy grinding deep inside me as we kiss. So maybe the perfect size is long for some intimate deep fucking. Something about feeling a long dick throbbing as he cums that's uniquely hot too. Guess they're all good!

Chapter 21 - Just a Piece of Meat Ash wasn't exactly operating at 100%. His fever had long broken but he still felt a little different, understood that it was the result of the virus colonising and transforming him. It had been a strong sensation at first but with each day his body seemed to acclimatize to it, to accept the new reality. To the point where he had decided to delay trying the meds again, to keep for a while a heavily charged load in his balls. From that moment, he now understood as he sank balls deep in boi pussy, he had really made his decision about 'topping'. It hadn't ever been his thing but now everything had changed. Seeing the faggot spurt his weak neg cum all over his belly had left no doubt in his mind. Small and young as he was he had made sure he was lined up to take the Bull's place. To be next to plunder that still almost fresh hole, to be next to fill it with toxic seed. Ash didn't want to look deep into the faggot's eyes. He still wasn't sure of his own reaction if he did so. Looking into those young innocent eyes and knowing that he was going to fuck their owner up, fuck him up just for Ash's own pleasure. Ash might not be able to go through with that. So he refused to meet the faggot's eyes. Instead he just looked down at his cock hammering in and out of the hole, relished the sight and used all his young strength to fuck the slut as hard as he could. Kept going until he knew he was past the point of no return and he had shot a huge load into the faggot, gasping as he shot spurt after spurt of his charged cum into the neg hole. That was all the fag was to him. A hole that he could use to empty his balls into. Now he had done it and Ash stepped back. Felt the hands of his new brothers as they slapped him on the back or hugged him. They all knew that a young man's first time was special and now Ash knew it too. Almost before Ash had moved away the next cock was pushing home into a hole already so much easier to penetrate than just a short time ago. BoiFagBarbie looked up and saw a face he seemed to recognize. A Latino, quite dark-skinned, with a cruel look on his face. The young slut felt a hard pounding rhythmn, just as with Ash, but this man had a much bigger cock. A cock that punished and stretched and bruised tender flesh as well as massaging his fag button. BoiFagBarbie felt the pleasure and the pain and knew it was a cocktail of sensations that he lived for now. Where did he know that face from. From college - he didn't think so. From home - surely not, unless he was a delivery... Yes, now he knew! The man who had picked him up in the van. BoiFagBarbie hardly even registered that he could now think such thoughts despite the heavy fucking the man was laying down on his hole. Getting fucked hard had very quickly become the new normal. "Puta!" The man snarled and spat into BoiFagBarbie face. He hadn't appreciated not having the faggot's full attention. Now his strong brown hand smeared his spittle over the younger man's face, made that faggy make-up of his smear and run. The Latino was a man who liked to fuck men. He didn't want his men to look like girls or sissies. Once their make-up was ruined it broke that illusion and showed them for what they were. Dumb fags desperate for cock and made to take charged seed in their holes. Fags who would do anything, be anything, to keep those cocks hard and ready. He spat again and smeared more of the make-up. Made the boy look more like an inept clown than a pretty girlie. That was just how he liked it and he picked up the pace. Dumb fags got what they deserved if they tried to play with him. Jerome wasn't surprised when Rafa had been next in line to fuck. He had deserved it. He and his two friends had come all the way from Miami, adding a very special something to the occasion. Rafa was good at opening up reluctant holes and he and his buds brought a very special Cuban gift with them. Jerome remembered it making all the press and the websites back in the day. Very virulent and very fast acting - not a strain to fool around with, not unless you had a real strong motivation. Like, for instance, fucking a dumb faggot who'd made a video boasting that he couldn't be infected by HIV. That would do it for a man like Rafa - you didn't doubt his potent masculinity and come away without his strain coating your guts. That Cuban strain was famous of course but it was still, just about, tameable. It was more notable for its potency than its resistance, though it could beat the meds Doctors still used as a first resort. The same was true of the newer Dutch strain. That also could be tamed, currently, but if it broke free then it worked fast. The British couple in attendance, Shaun and Jacob, had gone to Amsterdam back in the day for the weed but had stayed long enough to acquire that very special Dutch strain in their blood-streams. They'd be back on meds (and hoping the treatment would work at least one more time) as soon as they got home but for the moment their unleashed strain was primed and ready to wreak havoc in any hole it gained access to. Beginning with the faggot here and later, no doubt, in some of the City's more public breeding areas. If you went to such places you knew what you would get and the Brits could supply that extra special Dutch flavor to anyone brave or naive enough to let them in raw. There was a lot of talk about drug resistance, whispered in the community and acknowledged by men like Jerome. The virus was a powerful thing - one day it might overtake the efforts of the medicos and truly break loose again. Jerome hoped he wouldn't be here to see it - once had been enough. He'd lost enough friends and lovers then for a thousand life-times. It was the meds that let Jerome do what he did. Anyone taking seed at his parties could find PEP easy enough, could go onto treatment if they didn't. No-one needed to really be doomed unless they got themselves into that position by their own choice or choices. Sometimes a man courted destruction so long as it was on his own terms - no-one needed to tell Jerome that. The mirror did it every morning. The undisputed champion of the strains was still the Haitian. The first-line treatments didn't even scratch that potent little itch, the fall-back drugs became the first line of defence. It didn't move as quickly as some but if those last lines of defence crumbled or you played around with it in your veins too long then it took you just as certainly. Jerome looked over the crowd and smiled as he saw who he was looking for. They hadn't been sure about flying at the moment and New York was a long drive away but the lure of virgin boi pussy had proved too much of a temptation for them to resist. Marcel and Jean-Claude were here to represent the Haitian community - in every way possible. Jerome's own blood also carried that Haitian strain but it was still good to know it would be represented first-hand. This country was famously a melting-pot, a swirling pool of cultures and ethnicities. You saw it in the streets, in the cuisine, in the very names of the people. Jerome was proud that you saw it here too. Strains from all around the world, bringing all their powers and strengths, all to unite in a little faggot's ruined asshole. "You dumb fuck, you dumb fuck!" Rafa's heavily accented English was spat out as he slapped the faggot's stupid face. Hard from the left and then hard from the right. "You think it's a game - you dumb puta. It's no fucking game. You whores get what you deserve." He showed his teeth and snarled as he felt the Cuban-enriched cum shoot out of his cock and into the dumb boi cunt he'd just enjoyed roughing up. He paused only to push a finger into the boi's pussy and run a long sharp finger-nail through the gathered cum. The little faggot felt that alright - looked up at him and fucking smiled. Rafa spat into the dumb cunt's stupid face one last time and then stood aside. BoiFagBarbie lay there as a few more men took his hole. No lube now - just cum. Bull's had gone too deep to be of use in that way but since Ash had shot a huge load into him that hadn't been a problem. Now every cock felt a little different, every man had his own technique. BoiFagBarbie realised that he was getting a crash-course in taking cock, in what it meant to be fucked. The one thing that was totally absent was any sort of romance or tenderness. These men hadn't come here just to fuck him, they weren't here because they found him attractive, because they found him cute. They were here to empty their balls into a dumb neg cunt - fast and hard, just as potent and deep a load as they could manage. Well that suited BoiFagBarbie just fine. The Latino driver had been his favorite. Treating him just as he had long fantasized about being treated. The next two men spoke to each other in a language BoiFagBarbie recognised as French, or at least a sort of French, but which he could not understand. They were both very dark-skinned and their strong arms took a hold of him and turned him over on the bench. Practised fingers attached leather cuffs to BoiFagBarbie's wrists and ankles. Those cuffs were attached to each other by silver chains and once secured he found his movement very limited. He was on his hands and knees, his plump butt supremely available for anyone with a hard dick. His head was held down against the stained leather of the bench. He smelled sweat and cum there. A momentary hesitation and then he was breathing deep, taking in all that wonderful masculine aroma. A fresh cock nudged at his opening. BoiFagBarbie didn't need to react or to think about what to do. He automatically prepared himself and made himself as open to be fucked as he could. The cock didn't enter him - instead it tapped two or three times at his sensitive opening. There was laughter and a cheer or two from the watching men. "Little fucker's getting a bit of a gape!" "Gonna be a lot bigger soon!" "Gonna be a wrecked hole by the time we're all done!" BoiFagBarbie felt warm liquid trickle down his balls as he knelt there helpless, completely at the mercy of these men. That had to be lube - right? Then he remembered that there hadn't been any lube for quite some time. The only lube had been cum, the same cum as was now pouring out of his half-gaped hole. Many men's cum churned together and now overflowing from his body. Poz cum, toxic cum. "Fuck me - please fuck me!" He squealed until the man finally took pity on his little cunt and filled it with his hard toxic cock. There would be no mercy shown by these men - and BoiFagBarbie wouldn't have it any other way. ***

Hey all. Just moving back to the Dallas area after 6 years away. Moving in to the downtown area.

Damn.. wish I had set up this VPN sooner. I was there taking loads in the Hyatt all weekend. Unfort never ran across any poz guys to breed me.

I’m guessing the owner has a day job and is solely managing the site including attempts at upgrades. He’s probably overwhelmed and trying to tackle the various issues. I’m also a member for the videos- they are incredibly fucking hot, even after a pnpurge that took out some of the hottest contenT about 2-3 years ago. I had many pages of favorites that were go-to stroke material for me. I sure hope they come back!

My exact thoughts. Well said.

no lie, it does smell fantastically musty... I make it a point to not wash it regularly. and sorry Mr, but I'm a tried and true cumslut bottom.