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Part 4 Well, this was bad. Or maybe good? No, bad. Very bad. My stomach was already doing little flips as I tried to process the words. I glanced down at the ground, but my eyes lingered on his cock again. Did it twitch? "Eyes up here buddy. What are you drinking?" "Uhhhh... shot of Jameson and a Budweiser." I was gonna need some booze for this. "Good boy." He turned back to the bartender and placed the order while I felt the heat rush to my face. He came back in what felt like a second, two bottles in hand, two shots in the other. "Let's head to a table." He didn't break his stride, continuing past me while I failed to get even a "thanks" out. I followed him like a puppy to the darker side of the bar, where he put the drinks on a small table in the corner, took off his hoodie, sat in the booth, patted the spot next to him, and put his arm up top. I managed to steel myself for a second, told him thanks, and sat down next to him, leaving a little gap between us aaaaaaaaand why does he smell so fucking good. Yeah, we're back to bad. This is bad. Deer in headlights. He wasn't soapy, wasn't ripe. There was just a hint of musk coming under his arm that made me get half hard in the blink of an eye. He picked up a shot and raised it towards me. “To strangers." We clinked glasses, knocked back our whiskeys, and took a swig from the bottles. I felt his leg against mine as he started talking. "So. Made it out. First time meeting a guy like me. How are you feeling?" I blurted out “nervous” before I could stop myself. "Aw. Shy boy." He rubbed my shoulder and continued. "We're not so different, you and I. Both of us know what we want, I just get what I want too." He put his hand on my thigh and rubbed, casually but firmly. I took a drink of my beer, put it down and got my voice back a bit. "You know I get ass too. I usually buy the drinks and spread my leg til it touches theirs." "And how does the other side feel, big guy?" It felt good. "Good. Different." He flashed a little bit of a grin. "Good is good. Different is good. I don't mind being what different if it's what I am. I fought it off for a while, but something changed in me, and I didn't care any more. I wanted what I wanted." He slipped his fingertips just under the leg of my shorts. I tried not to get distracted as I felt him start to rub higher up my thigh, but I missed a bit before snapping back in focus. “-feeling a guy squirm when you grind your cock against his hole and and squeeze you when you thrust in deep, nothing between you. Best fucking feeling." I picked up my beer again, took a sip and got out a "yeah" and looked away as I felt his hand climb up my thigh a bit further. "You know, you're even cuter than I expected, boy. I was pretty sure you'd get too afraid and skip out on me, but maybe you're hungrier than I realized." He smiled and used his left hand to casually grab his very hard cock and adjust it before leaving his hand in his lap. Fuck. I looked at his eyes and recognized a hunger of his own. He chuckled and adjusted again, just enough to let the thick tip of his cock peek out of the bottom of his shorts. I couldn't keep it in this time. "Fuck." "That comes later boy. We have to fall in love first." He made his cock throb hard enough that I could see his shorts move. "You're here now, you've got a real breeder with you, what do you want to know?" I caught another sniff of his pit. My brain was fuzzy, the booze was starting to loosen me up and the words started coming. "So you always fuck raw?" "Every time. Haven't played safe in years." “Everyone takes you bare?" "Most people these days don't even ask, they just push back. I don't mind a challenge though. Keeps me sharp." "You don't only fuck guys off BBRT?" "Nah. I use it some, but I find hole everywhere. Grindr, bars, Sniffies, hiking. I'm always on the hunt. And teaching those safe only boys how a real man fucks is a good time." He took another swig from his beer, rubbed his cock through his shorts for a second. “You know you can touch it, right?" I reached over without saying a word, put my hand in his lap, and traced a thick vein on the top of his cock before reaching under his shorts and feeling it in my hand. He was thick, and a bit of precum stuck to my palm as I felt the warmth in my hand. He leaned in a little bit closer and kept going. "The condom boys are the most fun. Fucking sweet holes. Cheaters, good boys, risk averse, whatever, I don't care. Slicking them up with precum and filling them up never gets old." I felt him throb and began stroking him a bit more. "You breed them too?" "Fuck yeah. Whatever it takes to spread my seed." "Fuck." "You thought I was kidding? I have all kinds of ways to get them leaking cum. Years of practice." "When'd you do it last?" "Last week." I tried to keep my composure but it was getting to be too much. "Who?" "Some boy from Grindr. Not much older than you. Blank profile, but I rolled the dice after he said his girlfriend was out of town. Sweet hole. Trusted me to bring a box of condoms. I was happy to help." "You brought some?" "Sure. With a prick right through the center. Not easy to see in a dim room, but just enough for me to start getting my DNA in him a few seconds after I slide in. A minute or two in and more of my cock starts to open up the hole while I thrust. Boy was loving my dick, was clawing at my back while I bottomed out in him. Fresh meat. I didn't even hide when I came, just buried my cock balls deep and grunted. Told him I used a lot of lube." He grinned like a wolf. "He bought it, but it didn't matter, it was too late for him anyway. My seed was already coating the walls of his ass." "Fuck." "Yeah boy. It was fucking hot. You've never done that before?" "No." "Best fucking feeling. When you feel that rubber start to turn into a cock ring and you know he's fucked. Makes me want to shoot right then." He widened his legs and gave me more room to stroke. "It's amazing. I don't even know how many boys I've flooded that way." "Do you tell them after you cum?" "Nah. More fun seeing if I can get away with it. Sometimes I'll tell them it broke just to see if they'll go for another round bare from the start. But I like the challenge." My head was buzzing from his words and his thick cock leaking in my hand, and I needed some air. Now. "I'm gonna hit the bathroom, back in a sec." "Sure." I got up and went to the bathroom a few steps away, a single sink and toilet with a locking door. I walked to the sink, turned the faucet on, and felt the cool water. What the fuck was I doing? I looked in the mirror for a second, looked down, and cupped my hands under the stream. I heard a knock. "One sec." The knob twisted, the door opened, and he walked in. Of course. "You good?" And in the light I saw him properly, the lean muscle in his legs, the fur dusting his arms, the wolfish grin. I knew what was happening now. "I know what you need," he said, and stroked his bulge again. I didn't even hide the stare this time. "Good boy. On your knees." And I was on my knees. "Look at me." I looked up and saw his eyes staring deep in mine. I felt his hand rub the back of my head, then press my head to his bulge. "Lick." And I did. I breathed in his scent as I traced the outline with my tongue, before wrapping my mouth around the shaft and closing my eyes. It felt so good. He groaned quietly, and that groan made my own cock throb. "That's it boy. Make me feel good." I hungrily licked and kissed through the fabric until he put his hand under my chin and said "stop." He pulled my head off for a second and put the tip of his thumb in my mouth. I'd never needed to taste a cock so badly in my life. He lazily pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang up, and it took every ounce of willpower not to take it in my mouth right away. "Open." I opened my mouth, and he put the thick tip on my tongue, and slowly but firmly thrust into my mouth until he was balls deep.I didn't need oxygen, I needed him. He pulled back out, thrust deep again, then pulled out. "Up." He grabbed under my chin, pulled me up and pressed his lips against mine, parting them with his tongue. I was so hungry, and he was too. We made out for a few seconds before he pulled back and pushed me back on my knees. "Open." And I did, and I had his cock down my throat again. "Gooood boy. That's it. Show me how much you need it." I lost myself in servicing him, trying to alternate short and deep, licking the underside with my tongue, using a bit of hand to cradle his heavy balls as I sucked. "Fffffffuck yeah, keep going." And I did. I kept servicing him, and it felt right. Time slipped. I was feeling him throb in my throat when I heard the doorknob twist and open. They were halfway through the door before I could start to pull off, but he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down deeper as he turned around to look. I heard him as I tried to pull off. "Hey there. Just give us a sec, we're almost done." He released my head and I pulled off, and he moved aside just enough for me to see the person trying to come in, and it was someone I knew. A guy I hooked up with a few times before he started seeing someone. Matt. Cute twinky sub. Our eyes met for a brief second as he realized what was happening. Matt saw me like this? "Sorry," Matt said as he ducked back out. My stranger didn't miss a beat. "Open." And I did, and he began thrusting again. "Fuck yes. You're getting me close boy. Get ready. Don't waste a single fucking drop." I'd never. "FFfffffuck." He growled and pulled back so that his head was just inside my mouth. The first shot hit my tongue. He tasted so sweet. And then his cock was back down my throat and throbbing while he grunted. "FUCK." I wanted it all. I swallowed the first few throbs and stayed anchored to the root of his cock as it continued to pulse. After seven or eight throbs, I knew I'd got his load, and began cleaning him off, getting every last drop, squeezing his shaft to get anything left. "That's a good boy." And he pulled me up and began kissing me again. I realized I hadn't touched my cock the whole time and went to rub. He swatted my hand away. “Not now. No wasting it." He pulled his shorts back up and opened the door, and Matt was waiting outside. "All yours cutie, we're finished for now." He smiled and walked out the door, and left me to chase him. Matt was grinning as I walked by. "See you around." Fuck. He laughed and closed the door behind him, and I caught up with my stranger, who was back at the bar ordering. "You know him?" "Yeah. Old bottom friend of mine. Has a BF now.” "Cute boy. Introduce me when he's back. I got you another beer." He pulled out a few bills from his pocket and passed them to the bartender as I licked my lips and tasted a hint of his cum. I felt my heart race again, and I knew I had to get the FUCK out of there. "Taste good? You know I still have more for you, boy" he said. Fuck. "Uh, that was fucking hot, but I gotta go." He picked up the bottles and shook his head a little. "I'll see you around boy." I went toward the exit, paused, turned my head back and saw him leaning against the wall by the bathrooms, bottles in hand. Then I walked out into the night.

Funny my experience was the exact opposite of yours I waa the only white boy. Yet here we both are!

Hallo everyone, I found out this forum recently and it has been an eye openener in many ways. So I thank many of its contributors over the years for sharing their experiences so openly. Because I was not aware of these discussions during my life voyage, it took me long time to accept what I wanted. I've always felt that I did not have the right information and that I was arriving late to things. Therefore I created this account just to share my travel through gay sex discovery and unprotected sex in case someone can relate, provide an answer or simply add to their understanding on the topic. 1. Accepting homosexuality I come from a small town where there was no gay scene and people were pretty closed-minded. I was raised christian, so even though I had those feelings early on, it took me a long time to act on them; I was really against it at first. I dated girls until eventually it happened: I built up the courage, traveled 1,000 km, and met the first guy I’d been chatting with online. I realized immediately that this was what I’d been missing. The naive, inexperienced me fell in love right away. He was much older, and I dated him in secret for many years. I learned whatever little gay life we had through him and his conservative views; same with sex, just what he liked to do. But at the time, it was more than enough for me I know now that it’s common for many men to start dating from a young age and build up “dating/sex experience,” if you will. Because I skipped that phase, when we finally broke up after years, I felt like a provincial teenager all over again. What do I do now? How do I meet men? Do I go back to women? 2. Discovering the gay scene Eventually, I moved to a big city abroad for work. Feeling anonymous for the first time allowed me to break free and explore everything: the scene, the bars, the clubs, the apps, the cruising spots, the websites, and more. It was a constant discovery and an absolute overload of stimuli for months. 3. Flirting with Bareback While getting into the dating scene, I quickly found out about something that seems obvious now: a lot of men weren't using condoms in random encounters. At first, I was disgusted and really judgmental... but I ended up getting tempted surprisingly quickly. The situation soon became clear. With many of the hot guys I was attracted to, if I was the top, it was barely an issue. I'd just wrap up and go. But as a bottom, asking to use a condom was often met with resistance, or it would just kill the mood completely. On the rare times I gave in (maybe because he was too hot), that friction was gone. And not only did it feel much nicer, it was way hornier. It was like an electric shock from the thrill, something I did not feel before. 4. The Guilt Loop The enjoyment of the unsafe sex evaporated completely the moment I left the bar, though. The guilt would rush in like a storm, making me depressed for the next few days. Having been raised christian, I had plenty of experience beating myself up for "falling short." Not being able to discuss these feelings (which I thought as totally [banned word]) with my close friends didn't help, of course. The fear of HIV was always present (and justified, I'd think). This guilt loop would repeat every few months. I'd feel bad and stop going out > eventually move on and start feeling better > go out again keeping it safe > then eventually end up having bareback sex again > and back to feeling guilty and ashamed. (I've read on this blog about many men who always had it figured out and went for it without any hesitation. I definitely envy your natual determination.) When the urge was too big, I'd either hook up with someone I knew well, or I'd get drunk/high to let it happen more easily. 5. PreP, the Loop Breaker When I first heard about PreP, I was firmly against it. My thought was, "Sure, it protects from HIV, but taking it means you'll have more bareback sex, catching other diseases and feeling even worse." It's a view that many still hold today, and I think it's a fair one. Eventually, though, it became rather popular and many profiles mentioned it. So when the medical place where I got tested for STDs brought it up as a possibility, I agreed. Well, as a surprise to no one, soon after I started using it, my condom use dropped heavily. I imagine some of you may have gone through a similar vicious (or virtuous?) cycle: The more bareback sex I had, the more I enjoyed it and accepted it, and the less I wanted to use condoms. The tables had turned, and I was the one putting up resistance to them now. It was very liberating! 6. Only Bareback As time went by, I became mainly interested in profiles that mentioned raw sex or the more subtle "Safety: Let's discuss it." I stopped seeing the regular dates who decided to continue playing safe. I started going to sex festivals, private home sex parties, and I discovered sex with chems... Raw sex wasn't just unprotected sex; it was the key that unlocked many new doors that were once closed by fear. It became the cornerstone for exploring many more fetishes and kinky setups. Barebackers are certainly piggier and kinkier, so the sleazy proposals started popping up. I accepted the new paradigm and went for them. 7. The Return of the Thrill For 5 years, I embraced my new reality. It allowed me to discover sex in many more ways than I thought possible (not all of them necessarily good). I enjoyed a fully bareback sex life, but in a very discreet way. My app profile is always faceless, for example and without mention to bb. And I never really discussed these feelings in a deep way with anybody. It was great enough just like that. No drama needed. That is, until last year's Christmas. Every year I go back to my home country for 3-4 weeks. When I arrived, I realized that I hadn't brought my PreP pills with me. [PANIC!] I had been taking them daily for years and my protection shield was gone. My mental process over the days evolved making up excuses like this: I. "Ok, no problem. Just stay away from sex these weeks. A little break. Easy." II. "I could also have sex and keep it safe. No going back to condoms, but just avoiding penetration. I'll hit the sauna." III. "If I only top, it shouldn't be any significant risk." IV. "I really want to bottom as well. I'll just keep it as an exception for today." V. "Okay, these holidays are the exception. I'll stop worrying and go back to PreP as soon as I am back home." I did end up letting go completely. And there I felt it again, clear and loud: The electricity. That spark that I used to feel when I started barebacking years before in the bars. This electricity was gone without me realizing it, and now it was back on full force again. 8. The Return of the Guilt and the Common Interests I came back after Christmas, got tested, and went back on the pills. It was like nothing had happened. Closed that chapter and back to normality. A couple of months later, one of my regular dates, before one of our encounters, asked me if I was still taking PreP. "What does he mean by still?" The question surprised me. "Well, yes I am. You take these pills forever, right? At least until they find a vaccine for HIV." He agreed, but he told me that he was doubting whether to keep using them, that he wanted to enjoy sex without having to worry abou it, and that somehow, without them, it always felt much more "real." Wow, okay. The boldness he was talking with really hit home. So I decided to share with him, for the first time, my deeper desires towards barebacking and what it had meant to me. I ended up telling about my episode without pills during those Christmas weeks. My story triggered something in him as well, making him share now a lot more on the topic with an honesty I hadn't heard before. Coincidentally we were at a similar point in our sexual paths and it was cathartic to be able to share all of it without judgement or embarrassment. We agreed that we would not use PreP again when dating each other. We don't need it. 9. The Seed Idea That Keeps Growing That agreement, which seemed a bit anecdotal at the moment, became a recurrent topic after our initial discussion. We began mentioning often how nice it would be to stop using the pills completely and why we felt that way. We went from the idea of not using PreP when together, to stopping for a few weeks for every encounter, as a nice reward for enjoying another date. The idea of reducing my use of the pills keeps popping up in my head. And our influence on each other serves as a spur to keep taking steps. I started thinking I could stop PreP when fucking as a top, as the risk is lower and acceptable. He encouraged me to go ahead and give in to what I truly lust for. 10. Where to go from here? This is where I am now. I know it is not logical and that it is irresponsible health wise. But I truly enjoy having sex without any protection. That feeling of not caring and just submiting to an inner animal lust is really addictive. Probably there is some brain expert that can explain how desires like this take such a strong hold, while they seem like an autosabotage to the average external viewer. I'm afraid of HIV and in itself is not kink that I chase. I often find myself justifying with "nowadays most people are on pills so chances are really slim". I read on this page from people who were actually trying to get infected and failing during years. But I don't even know if it is really true. Is it truly just a certainty and a just matter of time once you don't use protection? I'm still taking Prep when bottoming with anon dates, but if my history with bareback is of any indication, that could easily be a lost war and that wall will eventually collapse as well. I read a couple of post form people that were in a similar spot, but I would appreciate it anybody has any advice or personal learning to share in this regard. If Im being just an idiot, then I want to hear too. I can take it. Anyway, thanks for reading it until here.

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Nicolas Again it was time to travel. As early as always he was heading to the Airport, leaving town for work and normally stayed away at least one week for work and if possible for another work for the "special work" while working in the foreign destinations. His role in an international Company as a project management observer gave him the opportunity to a lot of travel destinations. His homeoffice contract allows him to work where ever he is in the world and most often it has the same reason. His Boss was traveling with him and also stayed one week more. Twenty years ago, Nicolas had started working at the company. At that time, he doubted whether it was the right decision to take the job at all. Until today, only he and his boss knew the true reasons behind the decision and the price it had. To finance his studies, Nicolas began working in a bar, where Jonah, a fellow student, introduced him. The nights were long, and at some point, Nicolas noticed that, later on, men in particular visited the bar, mainly to flirt with other men. Apparently, the bar became a popular meeting place for gay men after a certain hour. The longer he observed his guests, the more he realized that the obviously younger guests must have been regulars. Some of them were at the bar at least as often as he was. But he also noticed that the men they left the bar with were always different and older. He envied her, because what nobody knew was that he also fantasized about giving himself to men. He shared his observations with Jonah and asked him if he knew what it was all about. Jonah responded, apparently more sharply than intended, asking why he wanted to know. When he noticed the tone in which he had asked Nicolas the question, he added: "Sorry, I just want to know if it’s interest or curiosity!" "Both, somehow...!" and why particularly in that moment, but he added: "I envy her for being able to pick up any guy without much trouble. I can’t even manage to pick up a guy at all." Jonah watched his colleague frozen and with a piercing gaze, while continuing to polish the glass, and only after what felt like an eternity did he ask: "Do you want to pick up a guy? I didn’t know you were into men!""To this day, I haven't told anyone either, but yes, I am probably gay." "Okay, do the closing duty with me tomorrow, then I'll show you what the guys are doing. No one must find out about it. But I think the secret will be in good hands." The next day, the shift seemed to last forever. Moreover, Nicolas couldn't shake the feeling that that evening he was the one being watched. When the last guest had left and they had cleaned up, Jonah asked, "Are you sure you want to find out what the guys are doing?" Nicolas felt curiosity and interest give way, and lust and desire rise within him. He felt a bit dazed, yet he was more than certain that he wanted this, and he nodded a little more vigorously than necessary. With an almost too casual grin, his colleague replied: "Well then, come on, little one, maybe we'll end up colleagues in another field." Unable to ask him what he meant by that, Nicolas followed as if in a trance and also felt that even if he had wanted to, he could not have resisted the invisible force driving him to follow. He attributed it to the reaction from the cola he had drunk just before they closed the store. It tasted different than usual, and he thought to himself that he would deal with the matter tomorrow and, if necessary, speak with the bar owner - Bruno. Nicolas barely noticed how they crossed the street and entered a hotel. It was the same hotel where Nicolas always wondered how anyone could stay in such a run-down place. Today, however, he only regained awareness when he was in a room where Bruno was sitting at the desk. He remembered what he was just thinking about and blurted it out: "Hi Bruno, good to see you, I just had the last sip of my cola and we need to check it because it tasted strange!" Calmly, Bruno replied: "I know, Nicolas, there is a reason for that!" and addressed Jonah: "How long?" To which he responded: "30 minutes max." "Well, your customer agreed, but just see, everything else at a later date, when he knows more here. Another 0.5 ml should be enough. Your customer is waiting in the 3rd." Now Nicolas had enough and exclaimed: "What the hell are you playing here, what is this supposed to be? Can someone please tell me what's going on here?" Unexpectedly decisive and so that Nicolas wanted to follow his every word, he got the answer: "Hey you little drama queen, a little more patience. You will now go with Jonah to room 3, there you will undress, naked and also sit down in the chair to which you will be fixed. And then you just observe for today. Did you understand me?" Surprised by the sharpness of the response, Nicolas began to nod hesitantly, and Bruno demanded again: "I asked if you understood me. Answer!" "Yes!" "Yes, what?" Bruno almost shouted in his face. "Yes, sir!" Nicolas shouted back, almost as if trying to outshout Bruno. "Good boy!" Bruno replied, somewhat softer this time. "And one more thing – but you already know this: Nobody is to find out about this. This is both a promise and an order, but more than that: You can also see it as a threat, and you would be right! Now, out of my office!" Immediately, Jonah pushed him out of Bruno's office into the hallway and hissed at him: "Are you insane? You almost ruined everything!" "Well, it's not like he wanted to kill me, right?" Instead of an answer, Jonah gave him a look that made the blood freeze in his veins. "...right?" "This happens only now and never again!" and Nicolas felt the kiss and suddenly his whole body felt electrified, and without thinking, he responded and kissed Jonah back. He felt the tongue and hot passion spread through him, and when Jonah pulled away from him, just as suddenly as he had been surprised, he felt alone and betrayed again, because something that felt right had been cut off. "Come on, we have to go, my client is coming soon!" By now, Nicolas no longer knew what it was that made him feel intoxicated, but there were certainly worse feelings. "Was machst du denn? Du musst dich ausziehen und dann nackt auf den Stuhl setzen!" "Du meinst, Bruno meinte das Ernst?" fragte Nicolas ungläubig "Glaub mir, Du hast keine Ahnung wie ernst und jetzt mach!" erwiederte Jonah kurz und knapp. Nicolas tat wie ihm geheißen, auch wenn er gerade keine Ahnung hatte, für wen er das machte. Als er nackt vor da stand nahm er das angebotene Glas und trank es in eimnem Schlcuk aus. Er bemerkte wieder diesen Beigeschmack aber entschied, dass es besser wäre zu einem anderen Zeitpunkt nachzufragen. Er stellte das Glas ab und wurde an den Stuhl gebunden. Jonah, inzwischen nur noch mit einem Jockstrap bekleidete, wirkte anturnend so nah bei ihm und Jonah musste grinsen als er Nicolas' Latte bemerkte und meinte: "Promise me that you only observe, don't communicate or verbally intervene, then I'll take care of it later!" and nodded at the ever-hardening cock. "I promise!" Nicolas breathed back when there was already a knock on the door and a man around 40 entered the room. His light belly did not detract from his attractiveness. "May I introduce: this is Nicolas, he is the reason for the estate today and will keep us company purely from an observer's perspective!" "You could have fucking pointed out to me what a horny pig that is, then I would have paid the discount instead of getting it, then I would have gone through you both." The way the man spoke of him as if he were a commodity that you paid for in order to... And at that moment, Nicolas realized where he was. He had only ever heard rumors and that such facilities were only for normal men. It was a brothel for gays. He saw Jonah draw his client's attention away from Nicolas and said, "Next time, maybe, but now let's put an injection on a vein, find it and push the contents into Jonah. When the dust was blown, Jonah raised his arm and threw his head back. He couldn't get more than a "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" out. His customer - let's get started, I know how much you spend your time!" "Okay, let's start well. Me you first, I love to watch you when you take off, but I want him to see it too! Sit on the bed!". He pulled a Stauband out of his pocket and put it on Jonah. Incredulous and horny, Nicolas watches the scene in the vein you should better write punter - had unpacked his cock and jerked himself off before he announced that he was getting ready to take off. Since he sat with his back to Nicolas, he couldn't see exactly what was going on.But he felt how Jonah, his colleague, looked him directly in the eyes and moved his lips to a quiet one. Nicolas heard Jonah's voice in his head: "It's cool that you're here, next time you'll join in, because I want you!" Nicolas knew that could only be interpretation, but no matter what kind of stuff it was in the coke, it made you horny and so he quietly formulated back: "I want you too!" As if he had understood, he grinned diabolically and turned to his fucker, who finally pays to abuse him.

Fuck I love your twisted mind. Can't wait for the game to get going.

I learned to suck cock at the glory holes so anon cock sucking is great for me

Would love too but I seem to always swallow before I have a chance

I love to make men cum with my mouth or hands or ass. I don’t need to cum at all. Am I a faggot?

You mean if you get hospitalized you don’t want the wife to find out

I like BBC that dont give a f about tearing me up in an aggressive manner. Using my hole and breeding me

I have never had a black cock but I really want to try it! I want to become a dirty black cock hungry slut! Are there ANY BBCs in the eastern TN area that will let me spread my legs for them? I am willing to travel if anyone wants to breed me. No limits.

(Sigh) I'm waiting for my first.

Can he fuck me too?

Like you i was just curious about black cock before I had my first time and called bullshit on all the stories I had read or heard about how hard and fast both white women and especially white men become addicted to it. My first time the guy smiled and asked me if I was sure i wanted to do this because i may become obsessed with finding more and more horny black guys to drain and feeling confident and strong i laughed and told him this was a one time thing and grabbed his big thick veiny hard black tool and got to work and kept telling myself that I was not gonna become a dirty black cock hungry slut like he kept saying I might become even as i could feel myself slipping into the most beautiful and intense hunger for his load of jizz and when I could tell he was getting close to popping off i heard him say something like i feel sorry for what's about to happen to you but you asked for it and then I tasted the first sploosh of his hot chocolate sauce and i swear....my eyes rolled into my head and I couldn't stop swallowing his jizz and he had to push me away from him because I didn't want to let him go. Sooooooo......I'm hoping you take a black cock and cum but i warn you that you are almost certainly gonna get addicted. Lol

As a tramp stamp big and bold

Should be law

Can I eat their cum out of your pussy some time?

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