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Wish you were dumping it all in my neg hole while you read it

Loving this

A please

Give them the ol’ taste test.

While I agree that it was probably too late for the guy to stop and they had agreed to have unprotected sex, if you go back and read the original post he also stated "To be honest I would have probably still cum in his arse even if he gave me plenty of warning. Am I bad? I just expected a raw fuck and Breeding." He does sound like someone who is going to land himself in trouble sooner or later. Like it or not guys no means no. I fully agree with @onlyraw that it would have been smarter to say nothing and not to announce that he was about to come.

Honestly - every day. I might miss a day or two sometimes or if it's an especially busy time, but otherwise at minimum once a day.

I do the same myself.2 to 3 a day if not more. Especially now when im laid off.

I would gladly have done that i was looking for anyone to swap loads with me while I was traveling but was afraid to meet up. 😉 but always willing to dump a load in a willing volunteer raw.

OK, Shot! Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. Out. “After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join your Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough”…. As Leo moved aside, another Troll was ready to enter. I was stunned, certainly, thrilled, yes, aware of sensations I never thought had existed. As I was bred without vocal or physical complaints by myself or objections from the Marine inside. Leo lounged back and watched the show. He started what sounded like a practiced briefing. How many times had this happened? “Marine, you will remember some of what I say, but you will never forget the throbbing manhood in your hole as you absorb my spunk along with my neighbors. We are sympathetic, but we have needs. You seem to have some needs as well. You have been through some shit that’s for certain. A lot of people would have given up when faced with the challenges you have survived. You might have thought about ending it, but you are here so you are a stubborn Marine, the very best kind, the kind that does not give up. You think Recruit Training and the Crucible were tough? That SERE School was tough? The Crucible of life does not grade on a 4.0/4.0 scale; it is an off and on binary grade of pass/fail; surrender-fail/success-joy. Your Uncle would not like it if you just gave up would he”? I shook my head as the neighbor finished, and I had another dick pumping my ass. Leo continued –“Right now, you are sleep deprived, hung over, maybe still a little drunk. When you get back to your billet, shower and get some sack time there will be regrets about the choices you have made. That is natural. If you do have regrets, there are several resources on the card I put in your pocket. You will probably take that path. Just some advice, you do not want a Corpsman, or Squid Doc seeing that ass for a while, So the 1st resource on the list is the one I would try first. You need to ask them for PEP within 72 hours. Myself, I expect you will start PEP, then probably throw away the bottle and be back for a recharge”. I took advantage of Leo’s pause to mumble “Harder”! To my Impaler. Leo continued “Yes a lot of Marines are bossy bottoms. Devon, are you going to comply with his request”? “Nope” the owner of the BBC thrusting into me replied. “Sir! Harder Please Sir”? I corrected. Devon replied “Sure thing since you asked nicely” and started pounding me upslope. As the conga line continued, it started getting light. Leo said “Alright let’s wrap this up. Don’t want to startle a dog walker”. He handed me a rag and instructed me to not wipe with it but shove it up my gape so I would not leave a trail to the sally gate. I CAC’d in through the Man-Portal at the gate and rushed to the billets and the Head. Part of me wanted to keep it in, part of me was saying if you do so, you will have a visible accident later. I flipped a mental coin and pushed out while on the toilet. A rush of murky stuff, gobs of white, and threads of red were in the bowl. Bright red was on the toilet paper I cleaned up with. I showered, shaved, got into a work coverall and was nodding off in the Day Room when the duty briefing snapped me awake. During the work detail I was a zombie, a delicate zombie who if caught off balance would break into a thousand little Marine Pieces. The Gunny gave a nod to the Sgt and he asked me if I needed to go to Sick Call. I responded No Sgt, just sore from a workout and got caught in the rain this morning. I tried paying more attention to the tasks at hand. The day sucked out all my reserves. Boot Camp Crucible and Aviation SERE were tough, but I felt I had achieved a new level of on the job training across the last 16 Hours. I skipped chow which was a bad idea and hit the rack exhausted. My dreams were an alternating series of delicious dreams and nightmares. Oh My God, what had I done? I replayed the normal half of liberty – off time. My Uncle, The Bar, the drinking, the decision not to tank and derail my medical and Veteran benefits, taking shelter from the rain; and the other side of the teetertotter - my lack of objection, of not fighting back, even participating moaning, and enjoying every thrust, every squirt of cum. This other side, it was not comprehensible to me. Willingly taking part in a neighborly gang bang rock throwing distance from 8th & I was (not) normal. Or was it? I approached my SGT before the duty day began. I had come back early from my bereavement leave and admitted that insisting on getting back in the duty rotation had possibly been premature. He gave me a nod and asked would three days work? I said yes, and he told me done. “Thanks for letting me know before the morning roster gets finalized, and Corporal, losing battle buddies is tough, losing family is tough, if you need a referral for additional grief counselling, all you have to do is give the word. I never have to worry about you slacking off. I looked down and said Thank you Sgt. I went back to my locker and bunk. Was I going to do this? My conscious mind was telling me to, actually it was yelling at me to get whatever the fuck PEP was and put the whole business behind me. Being gay was not the criminal offense it used to be. So to insure I could put all of this behind me, I committed to using the card. I changed to civvies and took off for the clinic. Each walking step my sore asshole reminded me of the trauma and possible infection it had gone through. But somewhere else the lustful part of ‘me’ was saying what a ride! Let’s do it again! The clinic was perhaps an inadequate word for what was one division location in Washington DC of a large Non-Profit medical concern named after a poet and women’s health rights leader. Marines, along with all service members have learned to follow a rule of keeping ‘inappropriate’ behavior a certain distance from the Flagpole (so to speak). Since the Internet, this has applied to cyber behavior as well. Looking for porn on a government network would lock you out and get your name on the blotter. In the same vein, trying the same research on free Wi-Fi like the military branch community services provides on military facilities equate to the same thing. However, these days any Marine carries what in earlier eras would be considered a supercomputer. I was led to the proper sublocation, went in and asked the receptionist about PEP? I was directed upstairs and to another reception desk. When my turn came, I opened my mouth to speak but I was handed a clipboard. Please fill this out and return it to me. Names will be called based on the type of service needed. I reviewed the list already skittish, There were lots of checkboxes. I selected testing, PEP, and counselling along with possible STI exposure. Then the checklist tree bore embarrassing branches and fruit. Oral Exposure? Yes, Anal Exposure? Yes, I started realizing the implications of earlier questions of just one same sex encounter or multiple? Multiple. Protections used? None. The earlier question of bisexual, homosexual, and hetero sexual, exposure via unprotected sexual encounters, this was getting difficult, things were getting fuzzy, and I.. Passed out. ...not the end....

I'll definitely donate my ass to be whored out. Put me ass up and let all your friends or whoever you want use and breed me

Fuck I wish I swallowed that load or you bred it into me

I've done some findom myself, though mostly on the submissive side of it. I quite like humiliating aspect of it, knowing that the dom wouldn't even talk to me if I wasn't sending them cash.

Longest was 14 days. I was on vacation with my mom at the same time so I never had time to jo and then we traveled to visit family in Los Angeles and on day 15 woke up practically humping someones bed that I slept on while checking out grindr and growlr. I made the choice to jo off that day and went to shower and jo at least 2 times while showering.

We need more 😈

I remember not being so good at it with a gag reflex that wouldn’t let me deep throat. I also wasn’t very careful about keeping my teeth off his cock, using my hands and not swirling up and down his shaft. I have gotten really good now and have given many very rewarding blow jobs.

I’ve got a local neighbor who wants to own my ass and corrupt me by quoting my ass out to local tops. We’ve even talked about setting up motel bb sessions near truck stops to service a lot of men. He wants to watch me get used and filled with lots of random cumloads.

You must have a very healthy prostate. I heard that cumming multiple times a week is very good for health. I’m sure it’s both good for your prostate as well as your mental health. I need to get back to doing that daily. It’ll maybe make me less irritable.

All bottoms/mares are hooded, the organizers and stable.hands do a pretty good job. Mares and stallions enter through different doors and have different ready areas

Or like a woman in labor: Check how much their hole is dilated when they enter versus when they leave 🤣🤣

Check tops' holes for loads.

I have this card on a lanyard, tie the lanyard part to the doorknow and the slide the card where the doors lock mechanism is at as you're closing the door. When someone arrived the card drops, but doesnt get launched around the room/hallway.

Went well. Need to be trained regularly! Let’s connect mate!

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oh to be the nephew! Or the uncle