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Wow! How did I miss this one? So hot!

All sex raw its always been for me ever since I was young. Only times condoms were near me was used condoms guys left that I played with.

Definitely raw

When I was a baby gay in the early 80s someone said to me "small cocks are for sucking, big cocks are for fucking." You can certainly suck on a smaller cock a lot longer than one that stretches your jaw....OINK.

He's so fucking sexy. Wish there were more videos of Dylan the Community Cumdump.

You went to the old Bijou, then, I'm guessing. 🙂 RIP Bijou.

Always raw. Only time I’ve taken it with a condom, I offered to throw it away for him, waited til he left, then sucked the cum out and fingered it in my hole. Not as satisfying, but I needed the cum. Never taking a condom up there again.

Man I can just imagine doing this to a guy I really want to turn into gay sex. I can just put myself into this scenario. Makes me leak loads just putting him in this story.

…I love Selfies said Jeff as he pulled out leaving a cummy gape. I’ll have the labs tomorrow mid day, but by the color, I’d speculate you may have a microscopic Hematuria. No worries. After I had cleaned his dick with the slight taste of copper and blood, I looked at him and said – Question? “Shoot” Jeff replied. If I needed to pass a drug test that I would not actually pass? Jeff replied, that question would be very improper if I had heard it incorectly. Let me ask it back to you and see if I heard you correctly? At my nod, he proceeded. “ First, a precursor: Before or after your pozzing have you felt despair or depression”? I nodded, slowly catching on to his thread. It did not take me long, one drug was a heavy anchor on my soul. Tina vs G I replied. Jeff said, that would be a wise choice, long term perks or oxy would be hard to explain as a prescription for an active sports team player. Antidepressants for a college freshman who got caught pozzing his father is easier to explain. When he saw my expression and avalanche of embarrassment drift over my face, Jeff lightened up and said gotcha! Jus fucking with you, you should see your expression. You are going to have to learn to hold your expressive cards closer to your vest. Look, it is an anomaly for college freshmen to not need antidepressants. A prescription would work as long as you are not impaling your hole on every shard you see. Regardless, as you progress into your season, you are going to have to drop your use way down. Lets talk after Halloween. I will not bother advising cutting back on the sex, I dislike giving medical advice when I know will be ignored. I thanked him and Ubered back to the Dorms to find Ralph already has his basic stuff back in. Shit I exclaimed, I meant to call the Resident SA. Easy, Ralph said, you did text him an SMS Text (since Adam has your SIM cloned). A word of caution there Poz Boy, I recommend you never piss off your brother. We looked at each other and started laughing. Later, we found out another reason why dorm life sucks, well one of hundreds of reasons. The Beds are fine to fuck on, not the best, but better than the sexual Forbidden Forrest. Cuddling was a tight squeeze, and getting any rest two to a twin is almost impossible, shoving them together was not going to happen for very real reasons. However, oce we established a system and a rhythm, it was a night of “charge me up again” from Ralph; and “fuck my brains out you homophobe” from me. Good thing it was the start of the weekend. Early morning, I woke to complaining muscles and saw I was still in Ralphs bed, I was able to extricate myself electing a snore and a fidget from Ralph. My eyes were blurry and I was having trouble focusing on my watch. The larger alarm read 3:30 AM The pressure in my bladder was a clue as to why I had woken so early after such a late night. Feeling like I was about to burst, I staggered out into the hall naked. Technically, we were supposed to cover up in common areas but being scolded by the Resident Assistant at this hour was unlikley. I made it down the hall to the combination restroom/shower room. This was a Coed Dorm, segregated by floor and while it was rare, sex in the showers was not unheard of. As I drained my bladder, I heard the non-stealthy sounds of gagging and slurping. My balls had shot at least three loads late Friday night and Saturday morning plus my projectile trick shot so when I started to get a rise as I slowly jacked my dick I was aware my inner slut was in control. I rounded the corner, my dick still rising in my hand. Tyrone, a baseball teammate was being blown by Barry one of the flexible muscle boys on the Cheer Squad. Ty as he liked to be called saw me and gave me a nod. Barry was deepthroating Ty’s black python and sparked some technical admiration from me. Barry obviously had skills. As I was admiring Barry’s abilities and the huge cock and balls that I had obviously seen but never in an erected state, Ty pushed the back of Barrys head all the way down onto his pole, cutting off his air and I noted Ty’s balls and Dick Root pulsing showing signs of the delivery of a massive load. Barry was gurgling but otherwise not complaining, in fact, it sounded like he was humming. Ty had his eyes closed with a smile on his face. After a time where Barry appeared to be suckling Ty’s shirking member he pulled out, spat in Barrys Face, gave me a nod and said to Barry “Take Good Care of my Teammate”. Barry noticed me as Ty left, well, it was my cock he noticed. I was simply attached. This boy had some lungs! It felt like he was trying to suck my feet out through my cock. I muttered a complaint of ‘sensitive!’ but he either did not hear, or did not care. My dick was numb but responding to the vacuum chamber I had incautiously inserted it into. I looked down on his defined back and a butt that was saying ‘breed me’. As I felt my dick reach an adequate hardness, I said turn around. Barry was saying do you know your status? And I automatically replied would it matter? As he cock sleeved me as forcefully as I was impaling him. I had not bothered to check with a finger since it did not really matter, but the fact that my dick was dragging strands of sticky perm out of his ass on the backstroke he had also had a busy night and morning. Then my tired dick and balls rose to the challenge. If anything, the sensitive state of my cock made the tingling orgasm all the more extreme. As he straightened, I noted his limp cock was still rather long and dangling despite being visibly spent. I kissed him and said if you ever want to return the favor, you know here I live. I shuffled back to my room and bed. …not the end….

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The Marine and the Troll Under The Bridge 7-31-2025 I have been trying to find the courage to post this one for a long time, It is one of the reasons I was just a Breeding Zone Lurker/Reader and not a full user. For those who have liked my Sticky Situation in another forum, this is darker. Many may not like it, Most Vets will recognize the shadows that haunt us. Rest assured that this is a work of fiction with some landmarks and truisms tossed in. However, my hesitation in posting is because this could have very well happened to me. It is not a happy fantasy cum true. Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. /////////// Mike here, 21Years old, 5’11” when I stretch, 28” waist,160 Lbs. and a 7 inch cut dick and I am a Gay Marine. When I say gay, I mean in the spectrum of things, I am pretty damn gay. Or as gay as a virgin can be. In Highschool, I had eventually realized I was gay like my Uncle who at that time was also pretty damn gay. I mean I tried doing the traditional route, I dated girls in Highschool but never seemed to get as lucky as my peers, mostly it was a drain on my poor wallet. It had occurred to me that my friends might be fudging their scorecards some, but I had nothing to measure against. Marine Corps Bootcamp was not a discovery risk. Plenty of gay Recruits have earned their EGA. Boot Camp – East Coast/West Coast is pretty regimented down to 5 minute timeslices. If a Recruit has time to pop a Boner, the Senior Drill Instructor is letting his Junior DIs slack off. My uncle tells me that back in the day, female Beautiful Alluring Marines unofficially known as BAMs were only trained at PI, but then everything changed. Females were still taught makeup appropriate for the uniform, but they were expected to Shoot (Every Marine A Rifleman) regardless of sex, and both the Boot Camps in Hollywood and PI were machines that instructed Recruits in the Core Fundamentals of the Corps: Honor, Bravery, GUNG HO/Pulling Together, Combat Basics all while instilling the foundation of never leaving a Comrade Behind. Gung Ho was lifted from the Chinese, Semper Fidelis was the bedrock Prejudice of color were mostly expelled in WWII around the timeframe after Iwo. One color Mattered and it was Green (or) the flip side of that was Khaki. Old Corps Marines might dimly recall the mantra of Green Side Out, Brown side out, run in circles scream and shout. The ITV network at bootcamp was always streaming Sands of IWO Jima so that by the time a recruit graduates and goes to additional schooling or the Fleet, they have seen it around 40 times. Aviation fields were integrated with Naval Training at NAS Pensacola if you had spunk, or were otherwise worthy, and failed a technical course, you might be dropped to a less technically demanding track like Avionics would drop back to Aviation Electrical, Aircraft Engine Mechanic might drop to Airframes and Structures so as to not waste the core aviation training you already had. Mechanics who were situationally aware at the line level units were evaluated for Crew Chief or Door Gunner Duty. It was as a Crew Chief, my soul died. I had seen combat, I had even benefited from counselling during and after combat. I had lost Battle Buddies and Warrior Brothers, it was a heavy burden. Some peers had committed suicide, prevention screening was heightened. Then the event that changed my life for the worse. During a training mission a catastrophic failure which prevented any real effort to Auto-Rotate dumped 4 of us and a UH-1N into Davy Jones’ Locker. Most Marines get Water Survival Qualified at least once. Aviation crew personnel in the Marines and the Navy are required to go through the Dunker Trainer. If successfully completed, you have a 9 in 10 chance of exiting a water crash if you retain consciousness during the initial ditch. I was knocked so hard I cracked my helmet but I was conscious enough to take a deep breath and try to move towards the front pilot in command a copilot seats as the sea rushed in but the flooding and the increasing darkness fuzzed my awareness. Then I was being pulled out backwards by my flight vest and broached the surface sputtering with the other surviving crew member Joe Richwalski who said “at least I don’t have to do Mouth to Mouth” as he inflated my flotation bladder in the vest took another deep breath and dove down, his vest remaining uninflated. I dipped my aching head and tried to peer though the murk. I was panicked but mechanically preparing to deflate my vest and dive when Joe again broached the surface. We can’t reach them and turned his face away but dove again in case he was wrong. The Rescue was pretty quick during combat or training – if a tracked flight goes off grid, the response is ASAP. My debrief and report got Joe cited with a Meritorious Service Medal and my head and orthopedic injuries got me transferred from flight status to medical holding. Segregation of serious Combat Wounded Marines and those who suffer an injury as a line of duty incident is routine. If a Marine just back from deployment wraps their Motorcycle around a telephone pole while drunk, that is not usually a Line Of Duty injury. The fact that it was a mech failure of equipment with loss of life during operations training meant I was re slotted into a billet until I could be medically stabilized, evaluated and potentially medically discharged. My new Duty Station assignment was published, I was attached to Marine Barracks Annex, Washington DC. Because I had done band and music in High School, and Sound/Theater during the same period, by oddball chance I was slotted into a ‘Roadie’ billet supporting the Marine Orchestra. The in-brief/Welcome Aboard was typical but some of the specifics were non-standard. The extra decorum expected of Marines in the Nations Capitol, and the Rocks and Shoals that would get us into instant trouble. A whole list of historical infractions such as drunk Marines trying (and sometimes succeeding in the old days) of climbing the Whitehouse Fence; right down to Drunk and Disorderly; or the catchall ‘Conduct Unbecoming A Marine”. I had been low, now I was very low. Then I learned my Uncle had died. While I had affection for my parents, somehow, I loved my Uncle more. The whispers not from my parents but from the cousins was that it involved complications from AIDS or HIV. Knowing my attraction towards men, and knowing the risks, the last time I spoke to my Uncle I had asked him to take my virginity. His response after a pause, Oh Mike, I love you like you were my own son. I could not possibly, and I heard something unintelligible, and he hung up. When I came back from the funeral, I still had some leave and I went on a bender. The Gayborhood on East Capitol Street that my Uncle had once described was gone. Remington’s, Mr. Henry’s, all gone. However, there were still plenty of bars and about 01:30 in the morning, I realized as they prepped for last call that I was too broke for a hotel, and too drunk to successfully bluff my way back through the security gate. This may be redundant for Vets who know it already, but perhaps for a few it will bring into focus just how much of a burden Marines can carry. The Marine Corps was born in a Bar so a drunk marine is nothing new. I had tied one on trying to anesthetize my mind from the pain of compounded loss. To add to my woes, it started raining, then pouring rain. I huddled under one of the overpasses in despair. I was as wary as I could be but even if I got rolled/robbed they would not get much. The ever-present homeless population noticed the high and tight haircut and most kept to their selected spots but one said to scoot up the underpass slope – the chilly wind is not so bad there. He said his name was Leo and I told him my name was Mike. Leo said Marine Right? I replied yes. Leo said thank you for your service. I hung my head. What’s wrong? I assure you are not the first Marine to pause under this shelter and you won’t be the last. In my drunken state, I started recounting my story providing what a sober mike would realize was too much information. I fell asleep and became wakeful with some wonderful feelings. The rain was still pounding, my dick was out. Had Leo been blowing me? My erection had never been this hard even when jacking off and watching porn. I had no other experience to compare it to. I started buttoning up and Leo said no worries, just helping out a shipmate. I looked a silent question in his direction. ’82 he said after a bit, just before the Marine Barracks was attacked. Friends of mine went ashore from the LHAs for a card game. He leaned back over and unbuttoned my fly while keeping a wary eye on my reactions. I was silent except for a gasp as he took me into his mouth. My erection reappeared and within a short few seconds I blew a huge load down his throat and he swallowed and swallowed, suckling for a while. He must have kept a little because he pulled out a skoal can and hawked a gob into it setting it aside. He said roll over and I hesitantly complied. He pulled my jeans and shorts down and started licking my hole. I was paralyzed with fear and lust Fight or Flight did not even occur to me. My gasps were followed by groans as his tongue entered my anus. With the chill air, I felt warm and Rosy. My anus was relaxed from beer and Leo’s tongue. He stopped and moved up inserting a finger, then two, then three. He spat on my hole and I heard the skol can lid drop as he added my cum to my ass. I shuddered. He entered and not with a finger this time. The initial entry was sharp, but I was calm, and still drunk but aware. As my hole relaxed he went deeper, he was rubbing my love nut and every time my ass would clench he would sigh. Eventually he picked up the pace and his dick expanded further blowing a definite series of cum spirts up my ass. As he deflated and withdrew, he continued his soothing talk. Mike, I’m sure your Uncle would have eventually come around. Here is the gift he did not have the opportunity to give you. I’m sure he would have helped out a shipmate eventually. After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join tour Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough…. …not the end….

Damn, that's cute - bending a total stranger over the bowl and pounding him hard and deep, but a peck on his cheek still makes him blush... Damn, that's so cute - bending a total stranger over the bowl and pounding him hard and deep, breeding his ass, but a peck on his cheek still makes him blush... 😊🤭😂

RAW always! ☣️ Anon or fuck buddies. Always Skin on skin, precum, and big cum loads are needed in my ass & mouth! All condoms hurt, no matter the lube!

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Ran to the mall today to buy a new pair of running shoes. Had to wickedly piss so as soon as I had parked my jeep..I ran into the mall and found the mall restroom. I ran up to the urinals and pulled my dick out as it started to unleash a torrent of piss...I literally sighed as I unloaded! I heard a snicker next to me and I looked over and noticed it was a Hispanic twink at urinal two down from me. He was tall with shaggy black hair , tank top and shorts, and a backpack on. If this guy turned sideways, he'd disappear cause he was that thin!...not an ounce of fat except the third leg between his legs...that dick was at least ten inches or more, shaved, and very uncut. We made eye contact and I winked at him and laughed...he immediately looked at my dick as my pissing started dwindling. He immediately started jerking off.I didn't even zip up but walked over and pulled him into a stall. He started kissing my biceps and rubbing my ass as I let my shorts drop to the floor. Now I'm twice the size this walking tripod is but, he definitely took charge...he turned me around, spat on my ass and shoved it in...now I wasn't ready for a fucking and it hurt like hell but this bro knew what he wanted and started piston fucking me while he had me bent over the toilet and was holding onto my pecs...I quietly moaned while he buried deep in my gut...all you could hear in the quietness of the restroom was the rhythmic humping of his hips to my bubblebutt and the thumping of my very pointed hard on hitting my stomach...and before you knew it, he shot his fat load up my ass and then as he pulled out, I heard a splat on the linoleum as it fell out! My load hit the toilet bowl. As I pulled up my shorts we traded spaces as he was cleaning his dick with toilet paper. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed as I left with only the sound of my flip-flops tapping on the floor...I bought my shoes and then as I jumped back into my jeep, it dawned on me that neither one of said a word to each other....damn that thought made my dick hard again!

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Most of my sexual life was bareback with a four or five years safe (but not completely safe) period while AIDS was at its maximum. Then condoms were not natural for me and i quickly came back to unsafe, anon, random sex.