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Well there have been other STIs that have been going around for a hell of a lot longer than HIV has been. Syphilis for instance has been a problem for at least 500 years. Chlamydia and gonorrhea have been issues for as long as anyone can tell. The same applies to HPV. So, no it’s not due to the “airplane and the liberal sex culture” that HIV Is a pandemic. Also, as far as that “liberal sex culture” goes, aside from a couple of specific cultures in history, prior to the advent of Christianity and its rise to political power in the Roman Empire during the 4th century CE, during the reign of Constantine’s grandson btw not Constantine, that repression of sex and sexuality became such a widespread and overarching theme. The Romans had always been a bit prudish before that, but combining the two just turned it into a marriage made in hell. That said, generally speaking attitudes towards sex and sexuality were for the most part always very liberal. Even both the Ancient Greeks and Romans had the general consensus that as long as the person was a full adult, not enslaved, consented, and had already raised children to become adults and marry in their own right, then it wasn’t anyone else’s business. Even the notoriously stodgy Puritans who quite literally hated fun in all its forms were some of the randiest little buggers in history. These are the same people who outlawed celebrations of anything and everything from births & birthdays to Easter and Christmas. Yet there are surviving reports of them constantly getting caught in the act with someone other than their spouse, with a homemade sex toy, with an inanimate object laying around the house or farmyard, with a random branch or rock, with domestic animals from household animals like dogs and cats to farm animals like cattle and goats, with wild animals, with trees, and even with the ground itself. No one was ever punished for any of this btw. They weren’t Catholics.

I had to reschedule the event to Monday the 20th. Everything else stays the same.

Amazingly twisted already.. More please. More!

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Just left... texted me while i was making dinner and it's been 3 days since He last bred me. i start getting twitchy after going two days without being bred lol, and i have to go back on rotation at the hospital the next two days, and typically don't do any fucking when pulling 13 hour shifts. Totally relieved when He called and needed to fuck, instantly connects to my need to be fucked, like pulling on a leash and collar :-). i'm full of seed now and can resume making dinner minus the withdrawal symptoms. So grateful for Guys and sex and that amazing connection we can have with each other. Life is good.

Dick ages like wine, nothing sexier as a young bottom than an older top!! I don't know his exact age but I let a Grindr hookup who was about 62 fuck me last year a few months after my 18th, so I guess 44 years is my record. I like to think of it in terms of ratios though—double my age, triple my age, etc. I made plans with a guy in a nursing home once (he wanted me to pretend to be his visiting grandson which I thought was so, so, so fucking hot) but he flaked 😞 I think he was 80 or so but I'm not sure. I still shoot ropes when I think about tonguing his ass. All this is just to say that different people like different things and that's okay!

Not really into drinking it (sensory thing) but massively into getting pissed on. Also into self pissing.

3. That night, he found me 6 guys. For the last two guys, I told him to tell them that he’s asking because his dick is too small for me. I made him wait outside his room while those guys fucked me. I made sure to talk about how small Jesus is with the last guy. We mocked him, and I said I didn’t even know he was inside me during the 4 times he nutted in me. We laughed. I said loudly so Jesus could hear that I think he might even be in love with me. What a fucking loser the guy fucking me said. After the last guy bred me, I told Jesus to take his place. I lived his Jesus’s fingers and told him to rub my pussy and feel how sloppy it is. I held a bottle of poppers to his nose and told him he needs to give me a number. That’s how long he has to sniff for. The higher the number, the higher the chances I’ll see him again after to tonight. He said 500. I laughed. I told him to sniff to 50. He held my face with one hand and his other had still exploring my cunt. He stared into my eyes as I fed him the poppers. His fingers started to twist more violently as he neared 50. He let out a massive sigh and pulled me into kiss. Perhaps by accident, he stated fisting me and I moaned in genuine ecstasy. Yyyyouuree rrriie, I ddeeww lahhh yewww, he mumbled. His hand explored my hole. His fingers dancing against the walls. He pulled out and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked. He inserted back to my hole. He repeated this until I felt something strange building. I moaned louder and he stopped pulling out to feed me. Instead, he focused on my hole and made love to it with his hand, stopping every now and then so I could feed on poppers. I became mush and melted into him. My small frame effortlessly nestled into his wide, footballer build. He fisted me until I squirted. That didn’t stop him. He kept feeding me poppers and fisting me. I was in another universe for the 20 or 30 so minutes he continued this prostate worship. My hole was starting to wear out, so I stopped him. As I got up, he hugged me from behind and pulled me back into him. I told him to be here next Friday. He said ok and I left. I didn’t even bother showering before going home. I got into bed around 3AM, and Pat was deep asleep. I got into bed. Fell asleep. Not sure how long after, I awoke to Pat lifting the sheets to sniff my hole. He must have known, but didn’t say anything. I wonder if he’s too scared or secretly enjoys being cucked. Either way, I move a bit as if I were about to wake up. He pretends to fall asleep. My other other cuck. I feel him rub himself and eventually stop. I assume he came and fell back asleep. In the morning, we cuddled. I could feel the dried cum on his stomach, and I’m sure he could feel the dried avalanche on my hole and back. Neither of us said anything. We scooted closer, and I told him I needed to go back to work. He kissed my back and said ok. Pat is hot. A lot more muscular than most of the anon guys who fuck me. Certainly more than Jesus. But his muscles do little for me. Pat is so timid. Sweet, but not a dom bone in his body. And too scared to admit he’s a sub. I leave for the gym. I get a great workout in, and make my way back to the bathhouse. My pussy was rested and ready for more loads. As I walk in, I see Jesus wait in by the entrance lockers. He saw me and lit up and started to walk with me. I was confused but kept walking to my room. I said I thought I told him Friday. He said he is here to help me look for loads. That’s it. I got to my room and as I started to unlock it, he said I could use his room. He got the XL room. I told him to show me. Once we got to the room, I saw that he had a fisting station set up with Vaseline and gloves. I looked at him and said I’ll use his room. But he needs to find me 20 loads, or else no play on Friday. He agreed. After he left, I took some E and enjoyed the next few hours. Jesus brought at least 20 guys. I was lost in the haze of sex. So many guys passed through the room and came inside me. My hole was tingling and sore by the last guy. I thought I for sure had to tap out, but like last night, Jesus’s hands were deep inside my hole. I came while he fisted me. And that became our pattern. Jesus and I would rotate through the different bathhouses and arcades to find me dick. And his hands always be deep inside after. He really learned to pleasure me with his hands. There were nights where the fisting was the main event. During those nights, I would share with him my darkest fantasies. How I wanna feed my partner to make him gain lots of weight, and then help him lose weight and get muscular. How I hated my job and wanted to be a full time slut. Through his magical hands, he learned about the time I tried meth and loved how horny it made me. I told him I loved my body and using it to seduce men. He listened and rubbed my insides. One night, Jesus brought out a bag of food and asked me if I wanted to watch him eat it.

Love being soaked in it to start and marked as a fag by the alpha. Then love drinking from the tap while on my knees looking up at him

I'm having the best sex in a long time since I met my young sex partner. He's very virile and energetic and wears me a out several times a week. I'm 65. He's 25.

A very obedient slave in Toronto area looking for a serious Dom Master to take over my ownership as his slave and pimp me out as he desires . He decides everything. Serious only. send me message if serious

2. I started to spend almost every night at the bathhouse. I knew I would find my prey there, and I was right. I watched him for a few weeks before I made my move. He was the perfect combo of hot, desperate, horny, and had low self esteem. He was at the bathhouse every weekend, sometimes multiples times in the same weekend. I ignored him the first few times we crossed each other in the hall. He eyed me, but I just looked past him. I knew he was hungry for me, but I wanted him starving. He was probably in his late 20d, early 30d. He had a good build, like he played sports in high school but stopped. Still has a muscular frame, but wrapped around layers of age and beer blubber. I saw him top some of the faggots on the fuck bench and sling in the darkrooms. What shocked me was how small his cock is. Even smaller than Pat. Perfect to humiliate and break his psyche. What sealed it for me was the type of guys I saw him approaching: shorter Asian guys. I was his type, which meant my pretty privilege was going to get me far. So after a few weeks, I decided to make my move. Or more accurately, I gave him permission to make his move. One night I sustained eye contact with him when we crossed each other. The next time I saw him, I smiled and told him I was going to the hot tub. He followed and sat next to me. I soaked for a while before I started to feel my body. I was tweaking my nipples when I turned and looked at him. I started jerking my cock with my other hand while I looked at him. He looked back at me in silence, running his eyes up and down my body. Eventually he broke the silence and introduced himself. Jesus. I told him I’ve seen him around here before. Told me he likes to have sex. That he’s seen me around a lot too. Told him I love sex too and my hole is throbbing for some cock rn. Without notice, I got on top of him, our chests touching. I wrapped my arms around his back so that our faces were right against each other. His cock was rubbing against my loose pussy. “I’m really horny for some cock right now. Do you have a room we can go back to?” He nodded. I leaned into his ears and whispered, “Take me back and blow my brains out. Now.” He took my hand and led me out of the hot tub. We walked to his room and he got to my knees to suck him the moment we entered. I more loudly to give the impression I was impressed with his cock. Time to begin the psychological training. I stood up and placed his hands on my torso. I guided it up and down so he could feel my muscles. I looked at him and said that I needed to tell him something. That I’m actually cheating on my boyfriend by being here, but I need cock because my body demands it. I told him that I only fuck people who love cheaters. He said he didn’t care. I told him that my bf has a super small penis and it’s so unsatisfying. He’s also so vanilla so I don’t have any fun. I asked him if he would be willing to get nasty with me and fuck me with his big dick? He seemed to enjoy that last part. I needed to stroke his ego so I could break it down. He said he would do anything for me. So I got on the bed and lifted my legs in the air. I told him to come mount me with his big dick. I squirted some lube on my hole, even though it wasn’t necessary. As his cock lined against my hole, I told him I want to see him fry his brains on poppers. I gave him a few whiffs to start him off. His face barely flushed. I was going to fry this popper pig’s brain. I told him to take 30 hits. Only then could he start fucking me. And he did. All 30. His fave was so red and he was drooling as he fucked me. It was so pathetic and fun to see him destroy himself to access my hole. He came pretty quickly. But instead of pulling out, he took more hits and kept pumping. This went on for a few rounds. I wondered if he feared the end of our encounter once he pulled out, so he forced himself to continue. Or if this is his true stamina. I let him cum a few more times in me until I stopped him. I let him spoon me so he could feel my abs while I talked. I told him how this was fun, but if I was being honest, it reminds me of sex with my bf since Jesus and him are kinda similar in size. Jesus was silent. I told him one of the reasons I cheat is to get bigger cock. If I hook up with Jesus, I’m not going to get my fix. I told him that I wanna keep hooking up with him though because he’s so hot. That perked him up and he started to grab me more tightly. I told him if he found me big dicked guys to fuck me tonight, I’ll let him fuck me at the end. I told him this way we both would get what we wanted. He agreed and tried to slide inside. I turned around, grabbed his face, and sternly said no. I was in charge and he needs to find me dick first if he wants to fuck me. I asked him if he understood. He nodded, and I softened my gaze. I gave him a peck and said, go find me some dick baby. I’m hungry.

Great Start @pozchaser21! Look forward to following this story!

There was a hot story about a guy handcuffed in a sling but bf 'forgot the keys' so the sling slut took breedings from the whole club 😉

It’s been a week since the cuck drugged me. It’s been a week of taking loads and living my fantasy. All I’ve done is lift weights and take cock. I’ve quit my job, broke up with my partner, and came out to the world that I’m a dirty slut. Well, the cuck recorded and posted a video of me getting slammed and fucked to X. He also had me email it to everyone at work and text it to my ex, family, and friends. I was tweaked out. I looked directly at the camera saying that I’m a dumb faggot and I hated my life. Want to expose myself as the cum greedy whore who wants to live through his hole and be a sex slave. And just like that, all the work to become a lawyer, down the drain. The years spent with my partner, gone. I was getting so bored with my former life anyway. The cuck knew this. Even though he was the one that pushed me to this new life, it was my plan all along. I’m proud of the cuck for following through. Didn’t think he had the guts to do it, but I guess he didn’t want to lose access to my pussy. Let’s back up a bit. I’m Eli. 35 years old, 5’8”. Indonesian. Do CrossFit 5x a week. My ass and pecs have their own zip code. Worked at a big corporate law firm. Was with my partner, Patrick, for 7 years. Met him at a conference at the end of law school. Thought he was the love of my life. He fit the bill for everything I wanted back then: 6’3”, muscular, smart, and sweet. But he was so small. I tried to convince myself the first year that his looks, personality, and how he treated me were enough. He was so good to me, but also so boring in bed. I barely felt him, and he always came super quickly. Tried to broad the idea of an open relationship, but he freaked each time. So I did what anyone in my position would do: cheat. I knew having a partner like Pat would look great as I climb the corporate ladder. A hot guy like me with a hot partner like Pat screamed power couple, and I like power. So I told Pat that I needed to stay late at work to buckle down to impress the partners. Ever sweet Pat didn’t think twice. He pressed the I believe button and gave me an unlimited space to collect loads at our local bathhouse. Those initial years of cheating and collecting loads fed my ego. I had a hot dumb boyfriend, a well paying corporate law job, and a smoking body that got me lots of loads during each of my bathhouse trips. I got drunk from being wanted. So my narcissism and sluttiness grew. Over time, it wasn’t enough for me to collect loads. I needed to be worshipped. I was getting more jacked and was getting tired of how automatic it was to get bred. I needed to exert more control. To further flex my privilege. That’s when I hatched the idea to get another boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend though. I wanted a cuck. So I upped my lies. One night after dinner, I told Pat I was on the express track for partner, but that meant I needed to work on the weekends too and late more often. Told him the process can take up to 5 years. He said he understood and planned to start taking ceramics classes. lol. I started to undress and told him my pussy was hungry for his cum. It had been ages since he had fucked me. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, but first that he needed to sniff my hole. So we 69, but I told him keep his pats on so I could rub him through his clothes. He was confused but agreed. He dove into my cum-encrusted hole while I rubbed his hard cock through his pants. I wanted him to smell all the loads I had inside me. I’m sure he suspected that was cum, but was too scared to ask. I kept rubbing him and he started moaning. He asked me to stop because he was close and wants to breed me. I told him to beg to breed my hole. “Please let me breed your hole! I miss it so much!” Pat screamed. I sped up my rubbing and soon after he nutted through his pants. “Aw babe, you came prematurely again,” I said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but this is why it’s so hard to play with you. It’s ok. I love you.” He was going to say something, when I pulled his head in for a kiss. I knew I was cleared to find my second boyfriend after that.

This is the follow-up from my post yesterday about a new hookup wanting to get me pregnant. So here goes. I found this guy on BBRT. He's like 20 years younger than me. He's not worried about age - he just had a 3 day load of seed that he needed to deposit. Works for me. I had some problems with clean-out but finally got that under control. I arrived at his place already pre-lubed and ready for breeding. So, I wasn't really interested in anything but getting fucked. He was hard already so we were good to go. I hit the floor on all fours. He fingered my hole and once he realized I was pre-lubed he shoved 3 fingers in and started to finger fuck me. How romantic! I haven't been fucked in awhile - about 2 months - so I was ready to take his 7" cut cock. Damn, he was thick. He fucked me for awhile. I kept encouraging him to go balls deep - I think that was his original plan anyway. So, he was good at being a top. I liked the fact he kept talking about knocking me up. After the breeding we said our good byes with plans to return. It was different for me as the entire breeding was just that - no talk, no politeness - just a top needing to breed and a bottom needing to take a load. We agreed to try this arrangement every 1 - 2 weeks. I'm still feeding my cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays so I wasn't worried about cumming myself - the last think I need is my cocksucker complaining about reduced loads for his throat. I'm visiting Chicago in a few weeks. I'm hoping to get as many loads as possible there - just in case this guy wasn't successful at knocking me up. Fingers crossed!! 😉

The Easter Bunny Bash is @pozchaser21's second story with a party theme and an "innocent" young bottom as the main character. As in his first story (The Poz Hotel), the author sets the story in a party, game-like setting. He uses vivid language that takes readers into the scenes as voyeurs experiencing the sights, sounds, feelings, etc of the characters. Using a game/party environment allows the author to add a little more excitement as to how and with whom our "Luke" will see his goal realized--losing his anal virginity. We know there's a dress code and Luke is wearing a yellow, translucent jockstrap. Obviously, bottoms are to wear jockstraps giving tops easy access, but does the color have any significance? What's the dress code for tops? I am sure @pozchaser21will illuminate all of the details and more in the coming chapters. As a bonus, the author creates images for us to see his version of the places and characters. These leave very little doubt in readers' minds as to the author's intent. An outstanding intro chapter and I await to see what and who Luke encounters at the Easter Bunny Bash.

Fuck yeah I learned I’m a total breeder top & can use multiple boys a night & leave them full of my seed that breeding is not only my passion & a gift but a way of life for me also that guys like to drink my piss & that’s hot to 🐖💯🙏👑💦💦💦💦💦💦🏳️‍🌈

And sluts hit the woods to meet even sleazier sluts from other venues 😉