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daddy should have slammed him. 💥

The first few times I got fucked was raw, but the AIDS crisis was just beginning so I pretty much stopped having anal sex and only did oral for years once it became clear that oral was low risk. I started bottoming again in the early 2000s, but only with condoms. I started experimenting a bit with raw sex around that time and realized it was “the way” but was still terrified (this was pre-prep). Around that time I got married and was monogamous for almost 20 years. When I got divorced, I immediately went on prep and started taking as many loads as I could to make up for lost time. I can’t believe how long I went - basically my entire adult life - without taking loads. I don’t regret most of that time as AIDS was real and terrifying. Now that the risk is controllable, I’ve been able to experience what I was missing and the reality is even better than the fantasy. I love the feel of raw cock in my hole, love the sloppy feeling when a guy dumps a big load in me, love cum running down my leg. Everything about the experience is amazing.

authors note: As large as the world is, it is astounding how connected we are. Sometimes, it is like finding out you just fucked your dad through a backroom glory hole. I am stunned at some of the reach arounds of people I have met here and amazed at the connections. I value your input, I treasure your input, rest assured, I have a tally sheet so if a suggestion you have made winds up in the thread or another thread, I will list the tally in the credits. For those who have encouraged me with your enthusiasm, I thank you now, and will repeatedly thank you. and now, back to Sticky Situation (continued)... Curveballs 7/30/25 Richard? Richard? You OK? I became aware of a voice. I replied just 5 more minutes. Richard! In my state I could not snap awake, but I became more aware. The voice again and my head was pounding – Richard, you with us? Calling Richard…. I responded “What”? As I opened my eyes and tried to take inventory of my body. In the sling next to mine Ralph said “I started getting concerned when you stopped moaning about fire in the hole and went silent”. My mind was still staggering on starting my body inventory when I realized my hole was stinging with a sensation that hinted too much abuse and chems. Then I groaned as I realized a background feeling was an ache starting with my Cock and reflected in every back and leg muscle. There was a definite warm burn in my ass and while I was obviously still high, it was not the sting a shard would make. It was definitely full, my ass and gut felt bloated and ready to burst like a water balloon. With painful repercussions I readjusted my legs in their stirrup straps and felt the pins and needles of returning circulation. With protesting neck and shoulder muscles I was able to adjust my head and look at the mirror suspended over my sling. From the tubing, it looked like I had been receiving Ralph’s piss as an anal infusion via the hollow Butt plug I now realized was stoppering up my guts. I tried to push the load of whatever and the plug out but felt weak. Ralph continued “Burt thought it funny since we were Butt Brothers and all that we be piss brothers as well”. My foggy mind realized that explained the burn. I was getting the same chempiss enema treatment that Ralph had been getting from me, while my enema was Ralphs heavy chemload as his body processed out the crystal. As I groped for something to say, Ralph went on. Since we’re butt buddies now, can I move back in? Being a roommate with benefits has some advantages you know. Artie said I am a star cocksucker. OK I murmured afraid to shake my head yes. My eyes worked around to what should have been number 1 on my inventory and I saw my cock, shriveled up, exhausted and pooled around the head… I screamed! Seeing a pool of sperm on your belly was what I had for years considered as ‘normal’. Seeing blood like from a nosebleed around where your shriveled cock lay dying would upset any male in any situation. Ralph said “Oh you saw the blood”? Initially they were going to take you to the ER but it stopped soon enough after the catheter was removed. They slid it into me for your chempiss douche so we are truly blood brothers and butt brothers by injection so to speak. A clatter of boots on the stairs pre-announced Burt along with Adam’s arrival as they came downstairs. Good Morning Sunshine! Are you going to let us remove your ass from the sling now? You were a wildcat earlier when we started to pull you out and put you to bed. Every muscle in your body is going to make you regret that later today. As Adam slid another tub under me and gently tugged on my buttplug giving it a little twist now and then, I could feel my asshole reluctantly give up its prize. My guts emptied through the gaping opening and Adam was singing a song snippet about Yellow Snow. I no longer felt like I was about to burst, but I was too sore and weak to put on my jock so Adam led me to a bondage table, and started dressing me like I was his little brother, Jock, Shorts, Running Shoes, Put your phone in the pocket. Meanwhile Burt had released Ralph from his Catheter plumbing and Bondage and helped him regain a wobbly balance. Burt said, I know you both are likely queasy, but breakfast is on upstairs and you have to eat before I’ll let you leave. Adam will drive you both to the dorms. You can barely keep your eyes open so better safe than sorry. Richard, you need to go by the Doc’s after practice, Jeff is working late tonight, call him when you are on your way. Adam? Yes? I told him Ralph was moving back in to my dorm room. Adam made a noncommittal sound and the rest of the drive was in silence. Adam parked us at the dorm complex and used his phone to ping for an Uber. Ralph and I looked at each other, did a brief hug and trudged to our respective rooms for a shower and fresh clothes. Clean and refreshed on the outside but still a tired nasty dirty boy on the inside, I went into my little stash and popped an upper so I could make it through the day. 10:00 AM Speech Class was a necessary core within both BA and BS track cores. As the class droned on, the breakfast and the upper had me feeling better about the day, all while writing mental notes to myself to never again party so hard on a Thursday Night. I would normally just do a smoothie for lunch but this time I needed more even though I knew it would make me lethargic. I did not want to be inattentive or lethargic at Practice but had to have something to fuel the rest of the day. Coach Jones was the head coach for the Baseball Team along with a team sandwich of staff and scholarship slaves like myself. When we had done some start of the year evaluations he had said My batting skills were good but needed improvement, he liked my game situational awareness and moved me from my High school spot in Right Field to Center. Season starts were weeks away, but our practices had gone from maintain & sustain drills to a higher gear. All the teams were from the top half of the HS sports population and overall very fit so there was no tearing down and building up at this phase of the school year, but working on strength, speed, and skills were the primary focus in this part of the pre-season timeline. We were starting to operate as a team who was familiar with each other’s abilities, and therefore when a fly ball just passed my head and I would not even had to move my stance to make the catch you could hear some groans from my other teammates that I had let down. Yes, it was just an early interim practice, but my body seemed to not make up its mind between draining the blood from my face or turning me rose red. How I remained upright with a staggering realization of my fuckup at lease saved me a trip to the clinic where my partying would be revealed, but Coach Jones called an end to the practice and said where everyone could hear – “Richard, my office please”. In Coach Jones’ office he told me to sit and he offered me a bottled water which I chugged. “Richard, I do not normally give warnings. Guidance is another matter. How are you adjusting to school”? I stammered a reply of a combination of Easy and Hard. Coach went on to say, “I am not just your Team Coach, but I am faculty. If you are experiencing problems, please feel free to come to me. There are a lot of resources I can refer you to and knowledge I can tap. You are not the first distracted player I have Coached and I expect you will not be the last. Promise me you will come to me if things get confusing. I nodded and mumbled yes coach. Richard? One more thing, if it came to my official attention, you were high on my field or in my dugout, you would quickly find yourself off my Field. That’s All”. I left the coaching offices feeling a little numb. Curly from the sex woods by the Athletic Fields who I had since learned was actually named Nathan was there with his friend Ted. I had noticed them at some previous practices and here they were standing in the forecourt so we exchanged 'heys'. As was the theme with these two, they often opened up with a love the way your ass moves as you dash in for a scoop and throw, or loved the way you rode our ponies referring to the DP in the brush. My slutty ass was attracted, but nearly being caught last time always made me noncommittal. Fortunately, I was saved by the bell as my phone rang. The display showed it was from Dr. Fardshisheh’s office. It was Jeff Bruckner. Richard? When can I expect to see you this evening? You are coming right? I told him yes, just hitting the showers. He said skip the showers, you can do that later. I told Curly and Ted I had to dash. I was too tired and sore to Bicycle over so I Ubered over and found the doors locked. I rang the bell and Jeff appeared ushering me in. Strip, this may take a while. Once you are in your birthday suit, please give me a urine sample in this and handed me a lab cup. Once that was done, he put on a tourniquet, swapped my arm vein with alcohol and told me to make a fist and he stuck me for a blood draw. When he was done, he put on a gauze pad and a medical tape wrap. He said open your mouth and say ahhhh! He looked in with a light and said now we are doing it again with a swab. Just pretend it is my cock which you always manage to gobble without gaging. OK he said after putting the swab in a tube. Lets go deeper. Get on the table, feet in the stirrups please his ungloved hand manipulated my cock with a few winces from me. He jellied up my penis and lower abdomen. Here we go, there was the whooshing echo sound from the ultra sound and as he scoped along my penis, then he switched over to my lower abdomen and continued pressing in spots. Then he took a small shield and put it over my balls. He pulled an X-Ray emitter head down and angled it at a precise angle as if he could see my insides without the use of medical devices. I suppose kids are not a concern, eh? However cancer in the sack is a bitch therefore the shield, and this is very low dose. Jeff went out of the room after saying don’t move and I heard the beep. Jeff came back in and looked at the image. A Radiologist will review this, but kidney stones would show up like a Christmas Tree so there is that good news. Certain diets and some meds including HIV meds can metabolize into metallic salts and produce Kidney Stones. They can be problematic if they are simply just chillin, they can be excruciating if one breaks up and you pass it down your urethra, and in extreme cases we have to go up the tube of your cock, grab them, crunch them and drag the shards out. Some of my friends love the pain Jeff continued, but most people I know do not consider it an experience they want on their bucket list. OK, here goes, and I felt a mini dicklet probe broaching the anus of my cockhead and continuing up snaking its way up a one way alley in the wrong direction. I was straining to look but the screen was edge on. Jeff said Trust me, its best if you don’t see this right now. After a moment he said good and staked the scope back out of my plumbing. OK, time to pay for my services, without any warning he stuck his gelled up cock in my ass and I heard the woosh of the machine. After a series of thrusts, I felt his dick growing larger, his thrusts more ragged. OK, clench for the camera and as I clenched I ejaculated - my initial volley rocketed out of my aching hard shaft landing in my left eye and nostril. That’s it! Smile for the Camera and he unloaded up my ass. As I came down from my orgasm, I noted he had turned the Ultrasound Screen towards me which showed his clock rubbing past my prostate in the instant before his ejaculation. Jeff said, I love Selfies. ...not the end....

Last November, I only paid 90 for Friday night mare

I hope my planned visit to Bull Bar during Folsom results in a positive experience!

My favorite is when a top force the bottom to orgasm. Seen several videos where the top keeps fucking even when the bottom is literally convulsing in a prostate orgasm during hard pounding.

When I started taking loads before the AIDS crisis, bareback was just called fucking because condoms was for straight sex. I remember the first time a guy pulled out a condom at a sauna and it surprised me because all fucking was what is now called bareback. Later condoms became the norm.

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One ABS that's still around with glory holes is on Eighth Avenue at 38th Street - DVD Lingerie It's in a prime busy location. But it's always empty. Why?

Almost all of us fantasize about BBCs, sucking it or getting fucked by one. I'm no different. Don't get me wrong. I've had my share, though never enough. This took some place some time ago, late at night, at a particular south of Market cruise bars. The pool table was closed for the night, and the upper level of the bar was very crowded with men. I was in my favorite cruising attire: bare ass leather chaps. I had already spent some time out on the patio, and took 2 loads in my ass. Back inside the bar, I was standing next to the pool table when I felt something touching my hand. I turned to look and I saw a very large black cock. I took it to mean that he was interested, and I was DEFINITELY interested. I stroked his BBC a couple times. He was already hard. I took a small bottle of lube from my jacket pocket and handed it in back of me where he took it, lubed up his cock, then handed it back to me. Suddenly, he started sliding his hard cock up and down my crack until he found my hole. Just then, the bar back was coming through, picking up empty glasses. Either he didn't see what we were doing, or he was just concentrating on doing his job. I was sure he wouldn't be coming through for another 10 minutes, so I held steady while the man with the BBC pushed into my ass. There were quite a few men on either side of us watching the action and watching the show. For me it was a huge turn-on because I love being watched while I'm having sex. I gasped loudly when his huge cock head shoved inside of me. He paused for a moment then pushed farther in. Suddenly, the bar back was coming through again, and the black guy, so as not to be caught, grabbed my hips and pulled me in close to him. I held my breath as the bar back passed by. Now, he had at least half of that BBC buried in my ass and he was picking up speed, fucking me harder. Again he pulled me in closer, and I heard him grunting and groaning as he blasted his load deep in my ass.

I wanna do this so bad.

I think one of my favorite memories of was when dad was out at one of his office meeting and he would come home and slide into my bed while I was sleeping. I would feel his big strong arm wrap around me and I would feel so safe and secure as I felt his hard cock slide between my legs and start humping me. I wriggled a bit once and he held me a bit tighter telling me I could do what I want just let me finish and he would blow his load between my legs before rolling onto his back. I would crawl on top of him and hump a load onto to his cock before sliding down and lick both our loads off his cock before crawling back up and falling asleep in his arms.

Even hotter if they’re not sure they’ll survive! To be fully conquered means giving over all power to the top. Mmmmm!

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