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I guess this isn't a terrible way to end the story. But it leaves unanswered and unresolved the question posed at the start of the story: does the narrator end up strictly a cuck? Or does his role include more?

Basically in 10 out of 10 cases, yeah! Being recorded while sucking cock or taking it in the ass is a huge turn on, especially if my face, cock and/or ass are visible. Can't deny what a slut you are when you're looking at yourself begging for poz cum while getting railed by some stranger. And I think most guys keep those recordings to themselves, though it would be hot to be put on the internet.

What do you "proven?" "proven" how? According to who?

Hey there, I've been lurking in this forums for years but now that I'm poz I thought I might as well start posting here. I'm a gay guy from Germany who is into bareback (obviously) and I have a suit and tie kink! Absolutely love getting bred by men and doing the most unspeakable things while dressed well hehe!

Im Checking in now every two hours , hopeful that more ffuckhoT chapters has followed edging my hung smoot uncut and pierced; str8 boicock with sounding rod in tweaking my tits

My first time at a bathhouse, I was a bit fucked up and lost sight of the friend that I'd gone with. A staff member noticed so took my hand and took me to one of the dark rooms playing porn. He unbuckled his pants and revealed a nice thick 7 inch dick and begged me to suck him off. I was coming back from my daze and told him no because, at the time, I had a boyfriend and I wasn't supposed to be there. I guess I was drunk enough to not give a shit about being there but not drunk enough to participate. Finally found my friend who was taking dick in a sling. Once the guy fucking him came in him, he moved over so I could get a turn, but instead I decided to cum on that top's chest. Been addicted to baths since.. even have gone when not single a few times 😉

You mean besides the stereotype of "I only want BBC" (and they don't clarify if it's 1, 2, 3, or 4)? I thought it had always been that way. 😉

Hey BZ. Long time lurker and finally made an account. Love reading all the horny stories. Currently in a monogamous relationship and need an outlet so decided to finally embrace my horned up side and join the site.

I’m a straight guy who wants to be a couple of guys regular cocksucker

Mine varies. 🤣 I grant you that a lot is known about each of us that we're not completely anonymous, and the amount of intelligence gathered is increasing almost exponentially. It doesn't mean that all of that information is accurate or a few bogeys couldn't be thrown in the mix to fuck a bit with the algorithms. Anyone can operate under multiple personas, and as long as we keep going down the road of RFIDs and chips and encrypted credit card numbers versus cash for payment, we're enabling that direction. Helpful Trick: When you go to CVS, do you actually give them your phone number, or do you give them (XXX) 867-5309? Try the latter sometime and have it print out that CVS receipt with the coupons. I once got one around 10 feet long of offers, some I might buy but most I wouldn't. Do that with any "loyalty card" and see what you get. In a small way, you've thrown off the system and benefitted from everyone else who racks up loyalty points from doing so.

You're probably barking up the wrong tree here as I was very saddened at the deaths in Minnesota -- both the kids in the church/school and the legislators (the Hortmans). I'll say 2 things: 1. One is more local, the other national/international. Simply the range of people who knew each person. Nonetheless, neither of them were right. 2. I'm fatigued of the canned responses such as "Well what about..." or "This other thing..." because it tries to create a division where none may exist, and it comes across as passive aggressive. I was watching a panel show on Monday and one of the panelists started down that road and was waylaid by the responses as it came across as being insensitive to the current situation. That panelist has a reputation of doing the "Well what about..." response a bit too often. But as to your question, no violence like that is acceptable. Neither should have happened. Along that line, I will stand by my statement that the examples in the wake of events on each side of the (George Floyd, Kirk) couldn't be more different. We may see this point differently, but I've watched more people reject the tactics used in the former and embrace the examples of the latter.

I have a fisting top who wants to train me to take a fist. While poppers are great, am thinking (and from his experience), having Tina for the playtime really helps. But I have no idea how to find supplies, absolutely no contacts. Any thoughts on how to find a contact for this?

@BhamDude6 for any Mpreg groups 😉

No, I haven‘t seen him before

Damn this even sounds like the hottest things ever. Fuck I wanna go

damn hot

Condoms are non sequitur for me. Never even think about them. If the top wants to use one, I insist he leave the used condom for me.

Yes, search for FickstutenMarkt or German gay horse market at your favorite porn site.

Dan's fingers curled tighter around the key in his pocket, the metal biting into his palm as he entered the apartment. It had been five weeks now since the meds had been locked away. The risk was getting real. He should really call it off he thought. But when he entered and saw Jimmy wearing only shorts, his cock already tenting in them, the time didn't seem right. Jimmy beckoned him into his bedroom and proceeded to undress Dan, neither of them saying a word. Jimmy removed his shorts and guided Dan to assume the position to be rimmed, tossing him a bottle of poppers. Dan felt like he was on automatic pilot as Jimmy worshiped his hole with tongue and fingers. More so as Jimmy pressed his raw poz cock inside Dan, slowly and smoothly pushing against his second hole, then breaching it with the head before starting stroking slowly in and out. Jimmy moved Dan through several positions, before finally cumming deep inside while spooning Dan. He left his cock inside after cumming, while Dan wanked out his load. "Why did you get your tat?" Dan asked, breaking their silence. "A few reasons," Jimmy said, "One, it makes me feel hot. Two I don't have to deal with guys to freaked to take a poz dick in public places like the baths. And three, it helps me identify guys who are turned on by it." "Because you like pozzing them." Dan stated simply. "I do," Jimmy replied, "it's such a turn on. And besides, it feels like a good deed." At this Jimmy's cock twitched in Dan's ass. Jimmy's words hung in the air like a challenge. The bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the sheer curtains, felt suddenly stifling. Jimmy's chest rose and fell steadily beneath him, his breath warm against Dan's neck. The biohazard tattoo, a stark black symbol over Jimmy's heart, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a constant reminder of the choice Dan was being asked to make. "How many have their been?" Dan wanted to know. "Ten," Jimmy whispered, the word lingering on his tongue. "Including Carl and Craig. Jason has eleven to his credit, since he pozzed me. I begged him to after watching him poz fuck a shared trick." Jimmy's smirk was almost imperceptible, but it was there, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You make it sound like a competition," Dan said. Jimmy murmured, his voice low and husky. "It's not about numbers, Dan. It's about... freedom. About shedding the fear and embracing what we are." Dan closed his eyes, the weight of Jimmy's words pressing down on him. He could feel the other man's cock still buried deep inside him, a constant, throbbing presence that seemed to echo the rhythm of his own conflicted heart. The key in the pocket of his discarded trousers felt like a burden, a symbol of the control he thought he had, but now, in this moment, it felt like a lie. "Freedom," Dan repeated, the word feeling foreign on his lips. "And what about the ones who don't want it? The ones who run?" Jimmy's hand slid up Dan's torso, his touch both soothing and possessive. "They're not ready," he said simply. "And that's their choice. But for those who are... it's a blessing. A chance to live without the chains of fear." Dan's breath hitched as Jimmy's fingers traced the line of his pecs, sending shivers down his body. He wanted to believe it, wanted to surrender to the allure of that freedom. But the key in his pocket was a constant reminder of the consequences, of the lives he could change with a single decision. "And you?" Dan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about you, Jimmy? What do you want?" Jimmy's green eyes locked onto his, intense and unreadable. "I want what I've always wanted," he said, his voice steady. "To live. To feel. To be desired. And to give that desire back to others." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the conflict within him reaching a fever pitch. He could feel Jimmy's cock twitch inside him, a silent plea, a demand for an answer. "And me?" Dan asked, his voice breaking. "What do you want from me?" Jimmy's hand cupped the back of Dan's neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was both tender and desperate. "I want you to choose," he whispered against Dan's lips. "Not out of fear, but out of desire. I want you to want this, Dan. To want me to poz you. To want us to poz you." Dan's eyes fluttered closed as Jimmy's lips trailed down his jaw, his neck, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel the other man's desire, a tangible force that seemed to envelop him, pulling him under. The key in his pocket felt like a distant memory, the weight of it fading as Jimmy's mouth worked its magic. "Choose me, Dan," Jimmy murmured, his breath hot against Dan's ear. "Choose us. Choose the freedom we can offer each other." Dan's hands clenched into fists, the sheets tangling between his fingers as he struggled to find his voice. The conflict within him was a storm, raging and unrelenting. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the walls he had built around himself begin to crumble. "I..." Dan started, his voice hoarse. "I don't know if I can..." Jimmy's hand tightened on the back of his neck, his touch both gentle and commanding. "You can," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want to. I can feel it, Dan. I can feel your desire. Let go. Let me in." Dan's breath caught in his throat as Jimmy's lips captured his once more, the kiss deep and demanding. He could feel the other man's need, a raw, primal force that seemed to mirror his own. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed him. As their lips parted, Dan's eyes met Jimmy's, the conflict within him still raging, but muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. Jimmy's hand slid down his body, his fingers tracing the lines of Dan's muscles, his touch both possessive and worshipful. "Say it, Dan," Jimmy whispered, his voice a low rumble. "Say you want this. You know you do want it." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the words caught in his throat. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the last of his resistance melt away. "I want you to poz me," Dan whispered, the words a confession, a surrender. "I want this." Jimmy's smile was triumphant, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He pulled Dan down into another kiss, their bodies moving in sync, the rhythm of their passion building once more. As their bodies moved together, Dan felt a sense of freedom he had never known, a release from the chains of fear and doubt that had held him back for so long. Jimmy's cock now thrusting deep inside him once again a constant reminder of the choice he had made, the desire he had embraced. And as they moved towards the edge, towards the precipice of pleasure, Dan felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The conflict within him was still there, but it was muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. In that moment, as their bodies climaxed together, Dan knew that he had made the right choice. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed them both.

Awesome and ffuckhoT story Please go on and btw your English is fabulous