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Well fucked releasing several loads after a nice day cruising

I hope to visit Scotland sometime, damn!!!

The BEST sex I've ever had had nothing to do with size. They have always been average or smaller sized cocks but confident, sexy, fun, and horned up men.

I need to buy my first one, I want to explore being a bottom again after a decade off.

Exactly. and anyone should just be able to walk up and mount the hole, no questions asked !

Indeed...anyone in that sex party or bathhouse situation should know what to do to stay neg (PrEP), and act accordingly to protect themselves...so IMO no need to say anything about status. In my experience, I haven't seen anyone use a condom at a bathhouse in years and years, and that's how it should be! (Despite there being bowls of them laid out for people).

The first dick I sucked was cut and quite small. We were both teens and traded blowjobs in his parents' garage. Probably one of the smallest set of cock and balls that I've ever experienced. Like training wheels for what was to come in the future.

Almost 99 percent, not joking. I use BBRT and NKP and even with Sniffies (though not a fan), these guys can see on my profile I am poz so there are no secrets. I can count on one hand the times I have used condoms and these guys were well worth it, really huge and usually married to a woman. I just refuse to pass up an opportunity to hook up with an incredibly hot man because of a condom and normally I don't feel it. In those instances when a condom was used, those guys came back. THAT is a good thing.....

Awesome! I love this story. Keep going! These guys got to complete the mission of making their house another poz den. Another generation continuing the tradition and need that Omar’s house is providing.

Covid mask?

Very true. In current year, guys who still use the term 'clean' have probably never taken any kind of STI screening in their life.

@wh0rehole that is some of my favourite incest porn. Watching grandpa and dad spit roast the son and then switch spots. Fuck!!

That is because sexy men only get better with age. Like a fine wine. And they know how to fuck and get fucked. Mmmmm.

I have just the thing to gape that hole!

Oh!! Someone needs fucked and bred!

That’s begging to be bred!! My tongue exploring that hole.

That needs my tongue deep inside!

I’m in love!

Magnificent!! Im rock hard!

Perfection!!

Oh here we go... Not necessarily a sauna perspective, but more a "bi" one. Women complain about the irritation of those things as well, so the vast majority of those with whom I've been neither ask for them nor want them. Ask yourself how you think friction burn would feel and you probably have your answer. "Are you clean?" Dude, I showered right before I came here, so I could say 'yes' and not really be lying about an STI panel. Seriously? Want me to wear cologne for the ambient effect too? I have the really expensive scents so it can be more romantic for ya. 🤣 Amen bro. If you're looking for ass in a sauna, you're probably in the wrong place to be asking that question. Worried about a 'safe' hookup? Go to Grindr or Sniffies and check the dudes who want 'Condoms Only'. 😂 In a sauna? If the bottom isn't asking, you might want to examine why you are.

“One last time” I said, holding Bailey’s shoulders and looking him directly in the eyes. “Are you sure about this?” “For the last time, yes!” he said, smiling back at me. “Let’s go get me pozzed.” My dick hardened hearing him say that, not least because the idea of finally topping him had come into my mind a couple of days before. I had decided that, at some point that night, there was going to come a moment when I would plough my cock into his hole, and relish in fucking my boyfriend through all the poz loads he would be filled with by then. He did not know I planned to do this, probably assuming I would be getting fucked round the clock as well, but this was something I wanted to do more than anything at this point. Maybe the prospect of becoming toxic was making me into less of a bottom and thus a potential gifter myself? Who knows, but I knew that night I would find an opportunity to flip things with Bailey for a change. We were heading for Omar’s place again, this time with Bailey driving us there in his old banger of a car. Our host was apparently feeling not only ready but also eager to have some fun again, after Jeff had slipped away around the same time Bailey and I were finally talking about everything the morning after my gangbang. A month had since passed, and it seemed that Omar had decided that he did not have to deny himself distracting fun while grieving his partner. A month had also been long enough for Bailey to convince me that he was serious about wanting to join me on this journey, and if anything the fact that I had somehow still not converted was only making him more eager as he thought about us both getting turned together. I have to confess that this was also doing it for me, despite my slight frustration at my body’s apparent ability to repel that which I was seeking. We pulled up at the house after a couple of wrong turns en route, and then sat in silence with the engine off for a little bit. Bailey was facing straight out the front window, and seemed to have disappeared into himself. “It’s OK if you don’t want to do this now that we’re here” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “There’s no rush, if you even want to do this at all.” “No, no, it’s not that” he said, turning to face me. “I just suddenly thought about the other guys back at the house, and what this could all mean.” “Yeah” I said. “I’ve thought about that too.” “Did you come up with anything?” he asked. “Well” I started, “things are already different because of you and me. I reckon there might be something between Tom and Marcus now as well, and something is also up with Sean and Josh. Everything’s changing as it is, so we’ll just have to deal with it in amongst all that.” “So you’ve seen that too?” Bailey said, smiling. “I mean, Tom and Marc are like the worst-kept secret going, but I was also wondering about Sean and J.“ “I’m starting to wonder if any of us will end up with a woman” I said, chuckling. “Do you reckon any of them would be into this?” he asked. “Never say never” I replied with a wink, before opening the door and getting out. We walked up to the house, but the front door opened before we could even ring the bell. Omar greeted me with a hug, and then did the same to Bailey even though they’d never met. He then showed us into the living room, and much like last time we settled in to drink, smoke and chat with everyone else for a bit. I could tell Bailey was nervous, but he got more comfortable as he answered questions about himself, talked about how our relationship was going, and also spilled the beans on some of the more notable orgies at the house as well as his own exploits with older men. The men lapped it up and I could sense the heat increasing in the room, meaning we would soon be out in the playroom getting down to business. While Bailey was distracted telling one particular story about a bukkake evening I quietly confided in Harry and Sid about my desire to fuck my boyfriend, and they agreed to make sure I was given the opportunity whenever I wanted during the course of the night. When we moved into the playroom, Bailey and I were both stripped down and then re-dressed in leather gear. Bailey looked so fucking hot in the collar, cuffs, harness and boots they put him in, and I could tell he liked the similar garb that I was now wearing. Omar steered him over to the sling and got him settled and cuffed in, and then I joined him over there standing at his side. I watched Omar get him loosened up before sliding in his poz dick, before a hand on my back encouraged me to bend forward so my face was next to my boyfriend’s. I was still able to watch his expression as he knowingly got fucked with a toxic cock for the first time, while enjoying the feel of another making its way into me. I never looked back to see who was fucking me, instead focusing on Bailey and occasionally kissing him without causing too much interruption of Omar’s own view of the gorgeous stud he was ploughing. We both got fucked and bred several times in those positions, before Harry appeared opposite me and indicated that the time had come. I straightened up, then made my way round to stand between Bailey’s legs. I gently stroked around his hole with my finger, before stepping up closer and placing my hands on the chains. Only then did I make eye contact with him, and in that moment I knew beyond all doubt that I was in love with him. His eyes had a pleading quality, and it was clear he wanted this as much as I did. I stepped in closer and leaned forward so that I could kiss his stomach, and as I did so a couple of the guys unhooked Bailey’s wrists from the sling chains. We both shuffled a little until we were face to face, and he threw his arms round my back and pulled me in for a long and deep kiss. “Please” he whispered, as our lips moved apart. I smiled at him, and then stood up straight, used one of my hands to help catch his hole with my cock, and pushed in. I’m not honestly sure either of us was really aware of there being several other men around us at any point. Our eyes were locked on each other’s continuously, as I took on the role of top for the very first time ever in our relationship. In reality, that night was also the first time I had ever seen Bailey bottom, though I of course knew by then that he had been giving it up to a large number of older men. But we had stuck to our normal roles since getting together, even with everything out in the open at home, and only there in that moment in Omar’s playroom were things changing. We did not say a word, nor did we need to, as we both just seemed to understand that this was going to be a regular part of our lives hereafter. This was going to be the x-factor that separated the platonic from the romantic when it came to sex. Yeah, we loved each other and would now happily say so, but for over a year there had already been fucking, kissing and cuddling. Bailey giving himself to me was what stood things apart from how they had been before, and we were never going back. Funnily enough, every time I took him that night, whether he was in the sling, strapped to the bench or cross, or wherever it was he was being used before my opportunity came again, it was a private moment. Literally speaking these fucks were obviously not private given the audience we had, but our intense connection made the rest of the room drop away every time. Of course, there was a lot more to the night than Bailey and I moving to a new level in our evolving relationship. I had somehow not converted so there was an urgency and frustration behind the power-fucks these old men were giving me, whilst Bailey was being treated as the guest of honour this time and was thus living out some of what I had experienced before. The major difference was that there were few other things going on, with the men focusing their energies and cum supplies almost exclusively on the two of us. Bailey’s hole was basically never empty, and mine only got a break when it was time for me to top him again. Not that either of us were complaining: I was obviously a cock-hungry cumdump, and it turned out the man I loved could be too. I think I enjoyed it most when we were in it together in some way, whether that be in a 69 while both getting ploughed, side-by-side on all fours while able to look at each other, or any number of other positions around the room where we could still be connected while both being fucked and bred by toxic cock after toxic cock. Strangely enough, there was not a lot of poz talk going on that night, I guess because everyone knew what was happening, and no-one seemed to need to be turned on any more than they already were. Perhaps there had been some viagra and energy drinks, as the men lasted all night this time. Dawn was breaking before things wound down, by which point all hope of keeping count of how many poz loads Bailey and I had each taken had been lost. Our sore and gaping holes were evidence enough that we had been well-bred, and as each guy shook our hands or patted us on the back, their tattoos and other aspects of their appearance made it clear that no-one had been shooting blanks. “That was amazing” Bailey said to me, as we held each other under the hot shower in Omar’s guest bathroom. “It was” I said. “Seeing you give yourself up like that was incredible.” “Seeing and feeling you top me was the best part” he said. “For me too” I said, before pulling away a little to be able to look into his face as the water was deflected by the back of my head. “I love you” I said, for the very first time. I felt him start to tremble slightly, and so I leaned in and planted my lips on his. We kissed for quite some time, before eventually pulling apart, staring into each other’s eyes for a while, and then finally getting on with washing each other. We said nothing more as we finished up, got out and dried ourselves, and then re-dressed and headed back downstairs. Omar saw us out, and we headed for the car. A week later we both started to feel unwell, and we were soon fully taken over by the fuck flu. The other guys took really good care of us while doing their best not to catch it themselves, unaware that this was not that kind of flu. Eventually we were better, and on top of doing what we both needed in order to get caught up on what we missed in lectures, we also headed to a clinic in town and got tested. Bailey was so turned on by the fact that we had converted together that we ended up fucking like rabbits for several days afterwards, not concerning ourselves with the decisions we would eventually have to take about meds, honesty with the guys, and all that. However, Bailey’s experiments with a sharpie, some designs off the internet and some bits of tracing paper stuck onto different parts of his skin suggested to me that he actually wanted to be open about his status, and that turned me on even more. His hole got several workouts when he stuck a mock biohazard tramp-stamp on his lower back, and I think we both knew he would soon have some actual ink there one way or another. A month after our positive tests, we headed back to Omar’s for what he called our Recharge Party. Harry texted me about it and said they only occasionally did it, and basically the plan was for us to be guests of honour again so that we could top up our systems with more of their gifts. However, the evening would be a bit more of a free-for-all, with Bailey and I both encouraged to top the men or each other if we so wished, and as had been the case at my solo gangbang, they would all be having fun with each other too. This sounded like a lot of fun, particularly as Bailey and I had been feigning monogamy back at the house to avoid any issues, so we eagerly drove back over on the chosen Friday night. We were both a lot more relaxed as we were just there to have fun with a nice group of men, some of whom I was starting to think of as friends, and we were well into some bottles of champagne prior to events beginning when the doorbell rang. Omar went to answer it, and when he returned with someone else in tow, Bailey and I got the shock of our lives. “Sam!” I exclaimed. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Bailey asked, looking a little panicked. “I, er, followed you to see where you guys go” Sam said, still slightly hiding behind Omar. “Can I join your party?” Bailey and I turned and looked at one another, our mouths agape. But then, as I was about to come up with some sort of lie to tell Sam, I saw a glint form in my boyfriend’s eye. He closed his mouth into a wicked grin, and I knew that there would be no lies tonight. Sam had unknowingly walked into the lion’s den, and the night had taken a whole new turn… To be continued

(sorry for the delay) The quiet that descended as most of the guys headed out the door late morning was a godsend, as I sat at the kitchen table with a strong coffee and a very busy head. My mind was incoherently flitting between memories of the gangbang, the emotionally-charged encounter with Jeff, and the complete mess that was everything to do with Bailey. It had taken all of me to exhibit some sense of normality with everyone during the morning after my return, always feeling on edge that someone was going to bring up where I had been the night before. Fortunately everyone was so preoccupied with getting out to various sports venues, and eventually there was peace as almost all of them headed off. All except Bailey, who came into the kitchen freshly showered a few minutes after the place emptied. He pottered around making some breakfast and coffee for himself, before sitting down opposite me. “You OK mate?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just a bit tired.” He started eating and I went back to looking at my phone in a vain attempt to distract myself. “Can I ask you something?” he piped up after a while, causing my stomach to suddenly tie itself in knots. “Sure” I said, turning to look out of the window. “Where is it you go when you’re out all night?” he asked. I sat and stared out the window, my mind running through all sorts of vague ‘just here and there’ or ‘out and about’ answers I could give. But somehow I could not bring myself to dismiss this conversation. “I need a cigarette” I said, before taking a last gulp of my coffee, standing up and heading out into the back garden. As I was fumbling with my lighter in the breeze, Bailey appeared next to me having pulled on someone’s hoodie that had been on a chair. I held the pack out to him, he took one, and once I had got my own lit I helped him do the same. We stood on the patio for a moment, before I went over and sat down on a bench against the wall of the house with him then following suit, both of us staring out over the rather patchy lawn. “I guess we need to talk about some stuff then” he said. “Yeah” I said. “Do you want to go first, or shall I?” he said. “I think I better” I replied. “Once I’m done, we’ll see if you still want to say anything to me at all.” What followed was a semi-chronological, only partially coherent monologue, with me recounting to him my first explorations of sex outside of the house, the escalation in the seediness of what I was after, and the eventual arrival at Harry and Sid’s. I gave him some details of what had gone down the previous night, and then came on to my confusion and internal conflict over him. When I was done, we sat in silence for a while, before he reached for the packet of cigarettes next to me and lit himself another. “So you’re deliberately trying to get pozzed” he said. “I probably already have been” I replied, after lighting up another cigarette myself. “I can’t explain it really, but it just feels like something I need.” “OK” he said. “OK?” I asked, after waiting to see if he was going to say anything more. “Yeah, OK” he said, before turning to me. “Mate, we’ve all assumed you have been out there getting something you don’t get here, and now at least I know what it is.” “Oh” I said. “You mean you guys have talked about me?” “Yeah” he said, with a warm smile. “But in a good way.” I smiled back at him, momentarily feeling at ease before I remembered I had just laid literally everything out bare to Bailey. “But” he said, “before we talk about the other thing, I think it’s only fair if I come clean too.” “About what?” I asked. “Well” he began, “it’s about all the girls I’ve been sleeping with outside the house.” “Yeah?” I asked. “There, um, haven’t been any” he said, turning back to look at the garden. “I, er, well…” “It’s OK” I said, reaching out and putting my hand on his shoulder. “After what I’ve just revealed, you can tell me anything.” He took a couple of deep draws on the cigarette, and then stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting between us. “We’re not so different” he said. “Because when I’ve said I’ve been out sleeping with girls, I’ve actually been with guys.” “Yeah?” I said. “Older guys” he continued. “I, er, kind of like giving myself to older guys.” “Well, you know I get that” I said. “What do you do with them?” “I fuck them, or they fuck me” he said. “Mostly them fucking me.” “With condoms?” I asked. “No” he said. “Are you on PrEP?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “Have you been tested?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “I would never bring something into the house.” “But you’re not taking any precautions” I said. “I told you we weren’t so different” he chuckled. We sat for a moment, with him looking out at the garden while I instead gazed at him from the side. “I love you” he suddenly said. “Like, when you said earlier about your confusion about me, I just wanted you to know that for me it’s easy because I know that I love you.” I was a little too stunned by this sudden declaration to say anything, and we sat motionless and silent for quite a long time. But as I emerged out of my own head I realised his eyes were beginning to dampen, and gut instinct took over. I lifted the ashtray off the seat and put it on the armrest next to me, and then I slid over and put my arm around him. He leant his head against me, and I squeezed him tight as I buried by nose in his hair. “Are you gay?” I quietly asked. “Yes” he said. He then raised up his head and turned to me, and I dove in and planted my lips on his. The kiss was short but intense, before we separated but then rested our foreheads against each other. “Take me with you next time” he whispered. “What?” I replied. “When you go and see those guys again, take me with you” he said. “I want to be part of it with you.” My mind was reeling, as this conversation had been unlike anything I had experienced before. I had come out as a probably-pozzed-already bugchasing cumdump to a man I then professed confused feelings for with some certainty that he would reject me. Now here he was saying he loved me, confessing to being a bit of a cumdump for old men himself, and seeking to join me on this journey. It was a hell of a lot to take in. “Are you sure?” I asked. “You know what it means.” “Yes” he said. “It means we can do it together, and not have to worry.” I decided right then to go with it, and not let my doubts or confusion get in the way. I didn’t know whether I loved Bailey too, but in that moment I knew that I easily could if given time and headspace to sort it all out. What I definitely could do was be someone with a partner, and especially an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous stud who wanted to share in the fun exploits I enjoyed without judgement or concern. I wouldn’t rush into anything to make sure he had time to think it all through, not least because Harry, Sid and the others would no doubt need a few days to get their energy back, but given the risks Bailey had been taking already I suspected that following my lead was going to come naturally to him. Either that, or he was going to have a panic-stricken epiphany, sort himself out, and then get on PrEP. But that could all wait, and for now I decided just to bite the bullet. I pulled him back in tighter and put my lips to his again, and this time we kissed deeply and for a long time. Eventually the heat of it took us over and we headed back inside and up to bed, where for the next few hours while the house was empty, Bailey made love to me repeatedly and without restraint. It was the kind of session where the world shrinks to just the bed and the two of you, connected as though sharing one body, and I don’t think either of us had ever experienced anything like it before. We were so worn out by the end that we did not bother to get up when we heard some of the other guys starting to return, and just allowed ourselves to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. To be continued

I know when I want to spend a whole day fucking (endless cruising, bathhouses, etc) so I just douche when I wake up and only suck on lollipops during the whole day to keep myself active.

Black latino here. If you wanna fuck someone based on their race but not willing to date their kind its fetishization and if you keep bringing up that you're attracted to them because of their race its also fetishization