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Sadly he was a sweet guy. All of his gay profiles have been wiped clean by his family.

I was on my knees sucking some random cock it was nice and thick he fuck my neck really nice grabbed the back of my head pushing his cock all the way down I felt his cock get really hard as he came in my mouth and neck he just kept cumming and when he was done he pushed me off his cock and on to to cum drenched floor of the adult bookstore booth and said get off me you faggot! Walked out without closing the door I was so fucking horny I was liking cum off the floor while stroking my cock until the next load of cum walked in stuffed his limp but growing cock in my mouth closing the door behind him and you know the rest .

I've got a few memories like that. I used to regularly fuck the manager of a mall food court deli over the chest freezer in his store.

Im in Sc. upstate

Thanks for sharing some of your inspirations and thoughts behind the story and where you're wanting to take it. Already knowing and loving those other universes, it makes me even more excited for you guys to continue the story. And yes, perhaps looking at it as 2 stories with a similar basis rather than the idea of an "original" vs a "new version" is better. Though there are definitely similarities, you have taken it in your own direction. It is very much like 2 people being given the same initial prompt, but otherwise being allowed to take the story in whatever direction they want. Apologies if my phrasing wasn't the best there. Gonna go read this story again to see what sort of Easter eggs I might have missed. And also to get hot and bothered. 😏

GAME ON (part IV) Ali I can’t believe how stumbling upon the New Years Eve Horse Market competition has throne me off balance. I should be able to ignore it. But, once seen, I couldn’t unsee it. It’s like the words burned a permanent and persistent image in my brain, especially the $20,000 prize. It sounds like a lot of money, but to risk carrying the virus for the rest of your life, let alone risking you might be one of the unlucky sods that the meds don’t work for. It’s insane to consider being an at-risk mare in such a game, and yet, register I did. Furthermore, my application was accepted! I’ve been tested daily for two weeks, and the event is only one week away. Every day they take a sample of my blood and check it for HIV and the presence of PreP, a trace of either would get me disqualified But I can’t get disqualified. See, I’ve never taken PreP in my life, and I’ve never even been fucked, bareback, or with a condom. In fact, I’ve never even sucked a cock. I know it’s hard to believe that I could be 24 and never had any sexual experience, but it’s true. Oh I have shamefully jerking off to porn; but, I’ve never been with a man or a woman. Not that I would ever consider sex with a woman. Straight porn and a woman’s anatomy are gorse. I guess you need some background. My strict fundamentalist Muslim parents named me but clearly had no understanding of the meaning of my name; Exalted, noble, and sublime. They treated me like dirt. They were so disappointed I was their only progeny, especially after so many miscarriages. They felt cursed by Allah and made sure I knew I was equally and exponentially more cursed. I fled home in Brittan at the age of sixteen. I was a stowaway on a cargo ship destined for Montreal Canada. Miraculously I was not caught. I hiked and hitch-hiked my way to Toronto where I’ve been ever since. I took every menial job I could find working my way up to a waiter in a very expensive and prestigious restaurant. The tips I make are very fitting to the meaning of my name. I know my looks and people pleasing manner contribute to my success. I speak with a delightful combination to Farcy and British accent, at least that’s what people constantly tell me. I’m five foot, 10 Inches in a compact, muscular, cub body. I’ve avoided sex for many years by daily running, rowing and lifting weights. Dark hair covers my arms, chest, back and legs. I keep my thick hair and beard short cropped and I’m told that my dimples when I smile make my face adorable. It’s not unusual for people to admire my arm hair and ask me to unbutton my shirt to get a better view of the hair peeking out at my throat. I always comply and their hands inevitably reach inside to caress my well-developed pecs. Whenever this happens, I fit in an extra long run or workout. I avoid the gay village like the plague. If I mistakenly get close to it, I’m always hit on by one or many men whose lustful looks fill me with dread and shame. More accurately the stirring those looks create in my loins fills me with dread and shame. The holy teachings I grew up with forbade fornication, and fornication between men was punishable by death. That’s why Allah sent AIDS. I might have found the courage to run away from home and my hateful parents, but I couldn’t muster the self will to deny these incredibly restrictive religious teachings. That is until I saw the Horse Market advertisement. I knew it was pure, unadulterated evil, but it got a hook caught in me that nothing I tried could dislodge. I found a fortune teller and totally out of character and against my religion I went to her. She had me draw three cards from her deck. She told me the first card represented my past. She accurately described the dark hateful atmosphere of my childhood home and religion and the desperate loneliness of my current life. The second card was my present. Reading it from left to right she explained the dagger meant I needed to give my middle finger to my past and whatever was holding me back from the new life symbolized by the gorgeous sunrise on the right side of the card. The third card represented my future. It was filled with dozens of naked men’s bodies entwined in a hedonistic orgy. With a smile and gentle earnestness, she asked if I was gay. When I looked at the floor in shame she coaxed me, “You must give that shame the finger. Tell the shame and anyone that planted it in you to fuck off, let you live your life, the sacred, noble, exalted, sublime life Allah gifted you with in your soul.” I wept as she held me to her breast. When all the grief, pain and fear had finally released I pulled up the advertisement on my phone. She carefully read it before she said, “No one can tell you what to do my son. You must find the courage to trust your own intuition which will lead you down your unique path. Only you can know what’s right for you.” Then she paused and held my gaze with deep compassion. “But, let me say one more thing.” She broke into a big grin, “This event sounds fucking awesome!” We both laughed until tears ran down our cheeks and our bellies hurt. I floated home to my meager room, I had never felt so lite and full of confidence. I sent in my registration/application that night. I was terrified when I got word back that I was accepted as a mare competing to get knocked up with HIV. But what better way to give my parents and religious teachers the middle finger than to dive in the deep end of gay sex with maximum risk!

@FelchingPisser, @theplayerking and @freshxtop5 I agree if you put yourself out there in bathhouses, sex clubs and orgies and have either a hard dick or a ready to use ass it will happen, I'm just curious how many of the guys BZ are that active and have taken advantage of it. I haven't compiled a list, but I am definitely well into in double digits. I really need to go to a Fornication Party, I'm sure I would have fun.

At 56 and past my prime, but my goal is to post some masked clips this year. Several years ago I wore a mask and signed the release at a few orgies that were being filmed, but tried to stay out of the shots and did not see myself in the films that were released. I'm not sure why, but I'd like to take it further now.

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That’s me lately as well, occasionally I’ll also use a cup and drink it or use it as lube on a dildo

It a huge fantasy of mine to back ass onto a dick through a gloryhole or understall and take some anon cum.

A lot. There is a topic somewhere on this site where I have a list, in answer to a similar question. It's easily over 30 now. But I have been to four Fornication Weekends where I played and filmed with a number of guys over the four days--though I don't consider myself in the business. It's the same with Fornication Parties in Chicago and I fucked the porn guys who hosted Fukd in Toronto. But mainly I had a friend who introduced me to many guys in the industry. And we fucked. I think guys in porn are just like most of us on here--maybe slightly better looking, maybe not--but they've found a way to do what they love and get paid for it. I will only tell one story. While I was at the bathhouse, I was watching four porn stars fuck for a live sex show being held there during CLAW Weekend. One of the guys was David Benjamin. He saw me in the audience--and my erection. The moment their scene was finished, he came out into the crowd and grabbed me. He led me to the sling that was on a high platform above the audience. He hopped in and I fucked him until he shot a HUGE load as the crowd cheered. Better, he remembered me when we met a few years later at my first Fornication Weekend...

I'm a faggot

Into a can of Copenhagen Long Cut. I dip the Cope during the day.