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Happy home life, but miss hot hookups, been so horned!!!! Got guy who partnered like me, he wants hookup as his husband away!! Sex- is sex- ehat should i do

I love to suck cock. Any hard cock. Whenever this post pops up, I add a new pic. I cannot deny what I am.

Thanks, that's what i was thinking- I 'll find a spot and miss out -FOMO -is real in a party like that - you can't be it multiple places - i wish but it always fun to discover the nooks and crannies - and I believe i did pay for the VIP - but i dont know really what that means -- i'll play it be ear- i hope i'm still a bit tight by Saturday night 🙂 i'll be at Bull on arrival !!!

Because you're married you can't post something like this? Does your other half know you use this site? Does your other half use this site?

Always raw If a condom is used, it should only be used as cum recipient to dump into the cumslut for play. Or freeze it for later use.

I love this story... so fucking hot

Sticky Situation – Continued Wednesday was the day I was unprepared for. Besides sports duties, I had a single class on Wednesday Morning in Computer Science. Unlike many of my acquaintances, and certainly unlike my brother Adam, I was not a hacker, I was not a coder, I used tech as a tool set and ignored the bits and bytes in favor of jock things and sweat. It was a core requirement and that was that. Occasionally, my attention would sharpen at the term bugs, bug fix, etc. My general assumption the night before querying if I was wearing ‘sign’ was self-evident. It had been the app. Despite my Sherlockian conclusion, I was oblivious to classmates looking at phone notifications when I passed. I was just simply trying to make it through the day despite the pounding the night before. Wednesday afternoon was Athletics Department Duty, as I paused at the assignment roster to see if any changes to my assignments had occurred, the Director, Coach Smith leaned out into the hall and said “Richard, you got a moment?” Sure Coach I replied and followed him into his office. He had not gone to his desk but shooed me further in, hit play on a football tape and locked the door he had just closed. Go sit in my chair! Coach? Sit! Ass I delicately sat, he started explaining. This is not Kindergarten, Elementary or Highschool. We have a full spectrum of teams and athletic programs, we allow some leeway to students and we simply do not have the staff to babysit. I was experiencing some pain as if my numb tongue was inhibiting swallowing. Where was this going? For anyone, but especially scholarship students, I let out some slack when deserved and tighten the reins when needed. By this time I had learned how to swallow but mystified on how to gulp. To say I was still confused would be a massive understatement. Richard, you are as disruptive as a magnet in a compass factory. By this time, he had moved behind me, pushing his office chair out of the way. Sometimes lessons need to be driven home. He pulled down my shorts, spat on his cockhead and slid for home plate. Oof! I exclaimed in shock and disbelief. He started a ‘lesson plan’, First: We will have to work out a way for you to stop popping boners in front of players; It is distracting to gay and straight jocks alike! Second: The next time you jack off in a therapy tub you will be cleaning it with your tongue! If I notice you enjoying that too much, it will be the whole Hydrotherapy Bay! And Third: I had better be the last person to get bonus points from your ass your or dick during Athletic Department Scheduled Shift Hours… You..thrust….Got…thrust….Me…thrust…? and I could feel his uncut cock unloading as I came all over his blotter and clenched my asshole. I was blushing the crimson red of the lipstick of a whore during fleet week. Now turn and clean my cock! I turned, squatted and was a little startled he was still firm after painting my colon with his sperm. I started hesitantly but he drove it home and I complied with his orders. I kept sucking but did look up and he gave a slight smile. You might just be coachable after all. Now scoot! And turn off that App during duty hours, and thanks for the bonus points. I realized his phone had been vibrating. After I had left Coach Smith’s office my embarrassed red shade faded as my panic subsided. I fumbled into the phone application, set the toggle to silent running, rechecked my roster assignment since my short term memory had no recollection of what I had read there before Coach’s pep talk and went on with my duties. I skipped dinner, drank some water, and went to bed early to troubled embarrassing dreams. Thursday Morning I was better rested and focused that the days before. I had a late morning class College English 101 & Introduction to Writing. Besides the college core, some side topics included Journalling. My Gallows humor quipped to me that If I journaled half the stuff that had happened to me this year, the journal would burst into flames. The afternoon athletics department roster had me busy but it went quick. I had been thinking I needed to get into longer runs that just my track work and I wanted to stay away from the woods near the athletic fields for the time being. As a slave to the Sports Staffers, one of the perks besides the scholarship was my own gym locker in the farthest crannies of the student locker room, but it was mine to use for the year so I switched out of trainers for my Running Shoes, did a circuit of the gym doing light stuff and stretches and his the cross country trails away from the cruising trails. I went up my favorite hill path and realized my subconscious was dragging me towards the trail toilets for the County Park. I drank some of the tepid water from their broken water fountain and went inside to piss. some of the lighting was out but from the shoes and wheezing sounds, it looked like the Troll was doing his thing. I could not see who was in the center stall but I got into the other end stall. Troll was humping away and there was some yipping and some moaning. When the Troll was done. Mr. Center leaned forward and whispered let me suck you. He had not given the proper signal, but then I had not known jack when I was in his position first time either. I started putting my dick through and got a lick, then was sucked down to the hilt. He was either well trained or a natural cocksucker. As I got rampart hard he turned and whispered fuck me! And before I could act, he sheathed his ass on my cock, doing all the work like it was his calling to be a bottom. The hole was pretty tight, the Troll was not large, could he nearly be a virgin? As I thought about his tight hole, it started clenching and I went over the edge into orgasm mode. I heard a satisfied sigh from the other stall I caught a wiff as he pulled off my dick and sternly commanded clean my dick, haven’t you ever heard of a cleanout? My flesh hole turned, and complied with a few gags. Richard said don’t puke on my dick or you get that too! Then all hell broke loose. First there was a roar of pipes like Bike weekend at the Farm. Second was Burt bursting into the toilet shouting Ralph! What are you doing to Richard? I shouted Burt! Wait! As I opened my stall door and as Burt looked at me with my dick still out, Ralph ran screaming out into the night losing his shorts, his jock still around one ankle. For once, Burt was at a loss for words, I was processing that no words could describe the whole big picture situation and as I was reaching for any words to start with, there was a ruckus outside. Just then the Troll emerged and said Hey Hollywood, you always put on a good show! ….not the end……

I was fairly young and I remember even looking up gay porn on my school computer LOL

I'm in North Carolina and the age of consent here is 16.

"we agreed" End.of.Discussion.

Do you know of any furry sex parties in socal sometime soon?

A person may consent to have intercourse and indeed even consent to unprotected sex, but they still have the right to withdraw consent during it, up to the time that you cum. The fact that you state you were about to cum, and you heard him tell you not to cum in him, yet you persisted, you would be found guilty if the matter went to court. They could charge you with rape and GBH Regardless of anyone saying here that it's not fair for the guy to change his mind at the last minute, the pain and simple truth is NO MEANS NO... That's the law. You and others here may not like it but it's the law in the UK and most other places these days. You should be very thankful that you are on PrEP as if you had infected this guy, who knows how he would have reacted.

Anyone know of any furry sex parties in LA or surrounding areas?

No. But I have lived in two houses and have never paid a cent on the mortgage or utilities. My current situation is an unspoken arrangement. He said I dont need a job, I'm your boss. I don't get to say no, or his two friends. They have put me too good use and in the past few months, nearly everyday, I've had at least one load. I long ago ran out of things that I could imagine them doing to me. They still surprise me with their depravity, thirst and creativity. All three are over now for a bbq, I suspect I'll be desert.

Can't it just be whatever it is to whoever is doing it? Why does it need labels?

Both, also obsession.

I was probably 21, fresh out of college, knew that it existed and had longed to see some but had no idea about how to discretely go about it. I was a bit naive and didn't know about Adult Book Stores and the like. Then I started going out with a guy who broke me in (in a great many ways) and eventually became my first long term partner. He had a spent lots of time in ABS and other places and he had an extensive collection of porn. He exposed me to the best of William Higgins and Catalina Studios. Preppy Summer, Class Reunion, and Leo and Lance, all just about made my head explode. The guys were like every college guy I had ever dreamed of being with; wholesome on the outside, but total hot fucks who would do anything. I've loved them ever since, though my tastes got more extreme and I moved on to kinkier stuff.

Neg versatile/bottom near Lake Norman NC. Anyone in the Charlotte area looking to play?

Fuck your "bad". If you did something right, would you say "my good"? Fucking stupid useless phrase. Don't say it again.

Chapter 4 - A Sticky Situation Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 1; REDACTED LOCATION. 21:15 MST 30-Oct-20XX The creature stood calmly as it watched the short green-haired man furiously scrape at his face, trying to wipe away the slimy spit it had just flung effortlessly at his face. A feeling of satisfaction flooded its mind, as the memory of being in a similar position not all that long ago echoed at the back of its mind. It knew that the chemical and hormone-laced fluid would make quick work of incapacitating its prey, as shock flooded his body, forcing a flood of adrenaline to flow through his veins, causing an inescapable increase in his heart rate, further speeding along the new chemicals in the process. A wicked smile spread across the monster’s face as it watched the smaller man ripping away his mask in a vain effort to free his face and further allow for him to wipe the foul saliva away. He watched as the green-haired man let out a few coughs, wiping hard at his eyes, not realizing the act was actually rubbing the chemicals further into his eyes, further allowing a quick route to the blood. Its former knowledge as a scientist told him that the various near-microscopic veins of the sclera would allow for an easy path to the brain. “Sticks… Seriously, man, you need to answer right now!” the frantic voice called out, normally barely audible to the average human, but somehow loud and clear with the creature’s near superhuman hearing. “What’s your 20?” A small, nearly insignificant part of the creature felt abject horror and sadness as he watched Sticks fight against the feelings while the saliva took hold. In its former life, it would have rushed the man to the nearest eye wash station, trying to clear out the concoction before it was too late, knowing that there was one just a short run away from here. However, this voice was snuffed out as he felt the presence now in control felt smug satisfaction. Finally clearing out his eyes, Sticks spit out the remaining saliva from his mouth as he looked up at the source, his eyes growing wide as he saw the source. “Oh fuck,” he said, his voice slow and thick, more likely to himself than to the creature, slowly backing away and hitting his back on the nearest wall. He let out a slight jump, the confused shock at hitting the wall distracting him slightly. The creature let out a large smile, feeling a sense of pleasure as he watched the man slowly look around, swaying almost drunkenly. It won’t be much longer now, it thought to itself, replaying the scene of its own infection, remembering the overwhelming feelings of euphoria and the massive head rush, the world taking on an almost ethereal soft glow. Colors were likely becoming more and more vibrant, taking on an almost cartoonish quality. The memory felt like it was from years ago to the creature as its mind drifted back to its own infection. He just barely remembered he had been a scientist on the third floor. A geneticist as it were. He’d only come in that day because their boss had demanded it, cutting his hard earned vacation short, and was annoyed at another one of the scientists calling in. “Stop thinking about pointless things and focus on your prey,” the entity in his brain demanded, its power sending a shudder through the creature’s body and the memory faded away. The voice was still echoing in its head, causing it to briefly clutch its head before shaking it off. Sticks crumpled to the floor, landing in a most undignified position with a soft thump. The abomination that just subdued him grinned menacingly, proud of itself for having caught some fresh meat. The creature in the lab coat on the opposite side of the now-bolted door continued to pound furiously on the glass, producing only dull thuds, enraged that someone else got what it felt rightfully belonged to him, but was powerless to do much about it now. The umbrella wedged between the wall and the door jamb held surprisingly well, and would not budge. The creature knew that the Alpha, as the entity demanded it be called, would be disappointed at the other one now stuck behind the door, but now that the prey was fully incapacitated, the creature found it didn’t care. Its guess was quickly confirmed as it watched its labcoat-clad brethren slump to the ground, clutching its head and squirming around, whimpering and choking on its cries. Sensing that Sticks was not alone in the building, the creature stood over him and opted to get his victim moved. It looked around for a solution, scanning its memory as he thought of a suitable place to go. Finally, it decided on a janitor closet to its right. Seizing Sticks in two mighty hands, it picked him up as if he were a delicate flower, and carried him into the closet. The young private was carefully dropped back to the floor of the closet, and the creature shut the door behind them. A small sliver of light beneath the door provided the only illumination. The closet smelled of acidic cleaning chemicals and a mildewing mop that sorely needed replacing. The creature began to undress Sticks roughly. It yanked his boots off and discarded them, leaving a pair of black socks on his feet which read “Fuck my socks off” around the top. With a harsh smile, the irony was not lost on the creature. It decided to leave them on for now, opting instead to continue with other more important areas. With a hard, frustrated yank around Sticks’s waist, the dark grey camo pants were removed in a flash. The sounds of a stray button to the pants popping off and hitting the ground echoed in the room. Its attention was briefly drawn to the button, catching the motion of it bouncing easily in the dark room. Then it got to work on the other clothing. The shirt proved trickier, and in the end, the thing drew his hand back. With a swift slice through the air, the shirt now bore the evidence of being slashed with a claw in a downward arc. Surprisingly, Sticks was physically undamaged by the shredding of his upper garments, the creature having an almost surgical precision with its claws. Sticks remained almost motionless on the hard stone floor, completely spaced out on the saliva cocktail that he was unable to remove before it seeped into his pores. All he could do was blink, the flood of neurochemicals effectively causing him to have a silent drug trip of sorts. With a sick curiosity, the creature wondered what the smaller man was feeling. Was he feeling the same abject horror the creature had during his own infection? Or had the chemicals already taken full control and given him that same warm feeling in his chest, causing that fear to drain away? Now that the toxic solution had begun to work its magic, Sticks felt like he was on a glorious acid trip. Having tried various illicit drugs as a teenage boy, common for growing up in the less reputable part of his hometown, he was fully aware what each drug felt like, and how each caused a different experience. But no matter what he experienced, he knew none of the hallucinations were real, and he knew he would be safe. This, however, was a wholly different experience. His mind felt like it had melted in his skull. With each heartbeat, he felt that warmth in his chest ebb outward, flowing into his limbs and leaving his head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. His heartbeat thundered away in his ears, and he could feel his cheeks were flushed and hot. He knew he should be scared, that he should be fighting to get up, move, get away from the creature, but he found he not only couldn’t, but also that he was beginning to not care. His mind slowly took in the features of the massive creature above him. On first glance, one would think it was just a normal human man, its skin inky black with a slight shine even in the barely lit room. Bulging veins that throbbed with each slow heartbeat of the creature spread across its naked upper torso, spider webbing across almost like battle scars. The dim light of the room, mixed with the effects of the drug in his system, made every detail hard to distinguish. A smiler, Sticks thought. Now I get it. Instead of fear, he only felt curiosity, as the creature almost tenderly flipped him over, its forked tongue tasting the air much like the lizard his older brother had when they were kids. The cold hard floor felt soothing on his face, helping to drain away the heat as he felt the creature gently pull him into a position that he could only describe as vulgar. He wanted to laugh, knowing how erotic it must look, his tight round ass sticking up in the air, face and shoulders slumped on the ground. The cool air on his exposed hole felt nice. Shouldn’t I be worried in this position? Sticks thought to himself, feeling like he should be concerned but unable to bring himself fully to that. Suddenly, he felt the creature slowly run its hands along his pale skin, the sensation leaving ripples of pleasure as he felt the too-sharp claws lightly rake his skin, threatening to break the skin but not quite doing that. He let out a faint moan, loving how it felt, the cool skin of the creature contrasting the heat of his near feverish skin. He slowly began to focus on the sensation, letting his mind drift pleasantly. It barely registered in his mind when the massive creature looming over him began to drool on his exposed hole and that forked tongue began to breach him. Suddenly, an even stronger wave of euphoria flowed through him, causing him to let out a relaxed sigh. It was a truly blissful feeling, better than any poppers he had ever sniffed. A cleaner burn than smelling fresh paint, and a greater body high than any THC he ever ingested. His blurry eyes adjusted to the darkness, and Sticks looked back sluggishly. He could now make out dark soulless eyes, the claws that scratched his shirt, fangs revealed from the wicked-looking grin on its face, and what looked like small horns atop the forehead. Despite struggling to see more, in the near-darkness of the janitor closet there truly wasn’t much else to be seen. Sticks felt every muscle in his body relax, causing him to slump and the thing suddenly stopped moving. For a brief second, nothing was heard in the closet. Slowly, the creature let out a satisfied clicking growl, and pulled the strange tongue out of his ass. Sticks loud out a sad moan, missing the sensation and the continued waves of pleasure it brought. “Don’t ssssstoooop…. Pl…..pleeeease…. mmmmmooore…” Sticks whimpered, his mouth feeling cotton-filled, his tongue not wanting to move and feeling as though it was flopping around as he spoke. The feeling of the high started to slightly let up, allowing his muddled mind to attempt to form a few words. Then Sticks felt an incredible amount of pressure against his ass as the beast forced its engorged phallus inside him in one long solid push. It burned like a bad experience with spicy food, but quickly dissipated. Without any sort of wait, the creature began to vigorously fuck his ass, slamming deeply inside with each solid thrust. Sticks’s breath was short and gasping as he felt the pain of every single thrust. Damn, he thought. Even Lockjaw isn’t this hung or rough! The pain began to subside and shifted into pleasure as Sticks’s body adjusted to the size and rhythm of the unplanned activity. The creature fucked his new toy like he hadn’t been sexually active in years. Sticks found himself so relaxed, calm, and submissive. This was the best fuck of his life. As the copious amount of foul precum of the creature flooded his mind, he barely noticed as his thoughts took on an almost more sinister and cruel edge. I’ll have to tell Lockjaw it’s over between us, he thought, panting with his tongue flopping out of his mouth, as he compared the sheer unadulterated pleasure flooding his mind from this raw fucking to the amazing night before with the Major. He will never have the same skills as this fucker, Sticks admitted to himself. The creature’s animalistic abandon fed a primal urge growing in Sticks’s mind. He leaned further into the fucking, enjoying the pain and pleasure mixing in his brain, each thrust causing a new sensation. This is what breeding and destruction should feel like, his thought, relishing in the sheer depravity of the situation. While his mind wanted to egg the beast on and beg for its load, he didn’t have enough breath to get more than gasps and grunts out. Roughly, the monster flipped over Sticks while being deeply seated inside him, causing a new wave of pain and pleasure as he felt as if something tore inside him, his mind quickly masking what would feel like agony as something more blissful. The creature continued fucking the green-haired boy, quietly staring into his eyes the entire time. Sticks dared to look up at his rapist only once, and thought he could see his reflection in the beast’s blackened eyes. He barely recognized himself, and let his head drop back. The creature slowly began to run its too-long forked tongue along Sticks’ face, causing the smaller man to shudder in both fear and pleasure. They began to sweat together, and it formed a sticky puddle beneath them. But the beast didn’t last long in Sticks’s rectum, and then something new happened. Though neither one could see it happen, the creature’s girthy penis unsheathed tiny pinpricks from inside the foreskin. As the brutal thrusting continued, these little needles grazed and scratched the interior of Sticks’s hole, creating openings for the toxic brew that would be coming any second. Deep inside him, Sticks felt like something new was now stabbing him deep inside, easily puncturing the walls of his guts, causing his abdomen to feel like a fire was flooding him. Suddenly, the beast let out the same scream that Sticks heard earlier in the stairwell, and flooded his guts with a volley of infected spunk. Knowing he was good and fucked, in more ways than one, Sticks emptied his store of healthy cum from his balls, hands free. The suddenness of it caused him to thrash around in pain and pleasure. It was the most euphoric moment of his life: better than the childhood Christmas when he got a puppy. Better than graduating high school. Better than driving his jeep at top speed through the open country. Better than his acceptance into the military academy. No, this moment excelled all of them. Sticks began to hyperventilate from the overload of sensations, the dopamine hits, and the endorphins that were coursing through his veins. Then it felt like the end of a roller-coaster ride, and an immense wave of relief washed over him. The creature bent down and greedily slurped up the cum from his victim’s body, the forked appendage licking every surface where it landed. The creature slowly withdrew his penis, and let out a low, satisfied growl. “Mine now…” it said, satisfied, the voice almost shocking Sticks at the deep huskiness of it, almost making the air vibrate with how low it was. The smiler sat on the floor, panting, then stood to full height. Silently, it exited the room without any further words, leaving the door slightly ajar. A minute later, the door of the closet opened again, and Sticks saw that a new smiler had entered the room, and was slowly sniffing and licking the drying remains of his uncorrupted cum from his crumpled body. The first smiler had exited the closet, and went back to the glass double doors. It removed the bent umbrella from the door, and reopened the doors. The brother he stole Sticks from had apparently given up and left the scene. So it returned to the broom closet, and discovered one of its brethren had moved in on his prey. Annoyed, it pushed the other creature away, growling dangerously at the brother. He went to let out an angry warcry when he felt the sharp pain reverberate in his skull. “Share with your brother,” the Alpha’s voice echoed in his head, causing him to clutch his head in agony, feeling scared by its annoyed tone. “You’ll get plenty of time to enjoy him again in a bit.” Silently, it acquiesced, letting the brother pick up and carry the prey out of the small closet. The other retrieved the discarded clothing and boots, and held them like a prized trophy. Sticks felt himself floating up into the air as the corruption spread throughout his body. Closing his eyes, he fell back into a deep, blissful sleep. In reality, he was hoisted by the creature in two hands, and Sticks had simply passed out. It carried him out of the closet and into the hall, adeptly navigating toward the nest. The newly-infected brother needed time to complete his metamorphosis.

You could have avoided all of that by just hooking up with me. I understand that it's tough to avert course when you're at the point of no return. He should to. Plus, you're in his ass, you own it, it's yours.