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Love the story

My only thought is, why couldn’t that have ever happened to me. I would have been in heaven too if I could have found a such an amazing dealer to willingly set up a situation like this and make us both happy as can be. The pic is me after receiving three nice loads from a trans girlfriend of mine.

I visit Houston regularly to see my sister. Always looking for Tops to seed me deep.

Women don't know how to let top men use their holes like bottom guys. I have no personal limits to how a top uses me and that's the difference.

I honestly believe that she has found her true calling, being a simple Hoe to be whored out by her pimp by seedy guys just wanting to get their nut off. I wonder what happens next. Does she ever find her true love again, her Daddy Davis? I honestly hope so. I know that they would both be extremely happy together forever.

I am so looking forward to the next chapter of this amazing sensual and HOT story. It seems that it is the perfect match to a long time fantasy of mine involving giving myself to an amazing Dominant Daddy and serve Him as His live in fuck toy making sure that I always fulfill all of His sexual needs and desires including any fantasies that I can turn into a reality for my Daddy.

I would have given anything to have been so fortunate to have found an absolutely wonderful and amazing Daddy like she was so lucky to find. I would have been in heaven being the perfect little baby mama for Him. It would have been so perfect since when I was young I knew my place in this world, serving real men making sure that they were always satisfied and had all their sexual needs and desires fulfilled by a willing submissive little slut like myself. I would have even bought one of those fake pregnant silicone bellies to were for Him making me look like He or one of His friends had knocked me up.

I drink my own quite regularly, over the last 2 years, piss play has become one of my absolute favourite things! I'd say I drink my own 3-4 nights per week, I always drink tons of water as it is, so I'm usually ready to drink it at anytime lol. Plus, I don't get to the sauna every weekend, so drinking my own still keeps me in that persistently horny mood until I go to the sauna and hopefully get to drink another guys piss 😜

I thought of a question to ask the rest of you who are stretched. Do you have any sense of being filled anymore with "smaller" plugs? And small to me is my 8". I dont have virtually any sensation when it goes in anymore. My ass just sort of sucks it in with no effort. I can feel it inside, but not like my ass is being filled. Its just sort of there. Not sure that makes any sense.

I wish my dentist would be a pig like yours. Unfortunately he’s hopeless straight 🤣🤣 However, I could see him fully naked once. A longer reparation process was in progress that needed two or three appointments. Between two appointments we met accidentally in the swimming pool, more precisely in the shower room. There were cubicles without doors or curtains. When I stepped in wearing speedo and keeping my towel in my hand I immediately noticed him standing under the shower. He was with his back to me. Ao I could observe his amazing ass (that time he trained himself to a triathlon competition). Then he turned back and greeted me with wide grin. After that he started to discuss the dental procedure. I hardly could focus on his speech and barely could keep the eye contact with him. His cock was so nice.

Nice catch for Rex

what dreams are made of!

Moderator's note: This is NOT the Backroom!

Alex gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, the engine humming steadily along the dusty backroad in rural Oregon. At 18, fresh out of high school, he was on a solo road trip to clear his head—away from his overbearing parents and the small-town boredom. Barely five-foot-four and slender as a reed, with messy brown hair and wide, trusting blue eyes, Alex looked younger than his years. He wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, his smooth legs kicking idly as he drove, radio playing some upbeat pop tune. Up ahead, thumb out by a faded signpost, stood a hulking figure. The guy was massive—over six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, with a wild beard streaked in grime and clothes that hung off his frame like rags: a threadbare flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, ripped jeans clinging to tree-trunk thighs, and scuffed boots caked in mud. His face was weathered, eyes sharp under bushy brows, a smirk playing on cracked lips. Alex slowed, heart thumping a bit—he'd never picked up a hitchhiker before, but the man looked harmless enough, waving cheerfully. 'Hey, kid! Goin' west?' the stranger called as Alex rolled down the window. His voice was gravelly, laced with a faint Southern drawl. 'Uh, yeah, toward Portland,' Alex replied, biting his lip. 'You need a ride?' The man chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, his bulk making the car dip. Up close, he reeked of sweat, campfire smoke, and something earthier—like unwashed skin after days on the road. 'Name's Rex. Appreciate it, buddy. Been walkin' since dawn. You got a kind face.' He extended a massive, callused hand, engulfing Alex's in a firm shake. Alex flushed, starting the car again. 'I'm Alex. No problem. It's a long drive alone.' They chatted lightly—Rex spinning tales of odd jobs and wandering adventures, making Alex laugh with exaggerated stories. The hobo's presence filled the space, his knee brushing Alex's thigh accidentally at first, then lingering. Alex shifted, uncomfortable but polite, not wanting to seem rude. An hour in, Rex scratched at his armpit, wincing. 'Damn, I must stink like a skunk. Haven't had a proper wash in weeks. You mind if we swing by my place? It's just off this exit—got a little shack in the woods. I could use a shower bad, and hell, you look like you could too after this heat.' Alex hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was getting late, and the road was empty. 'Your place? I thought you were hitching...' Rex grinned, all teeth. 'Yeah, I'm between spots, but I keep a crash pad nearby. Nothin' fancy, but there's water and soap. Come on, kid—be a pal. I'll even throw in some cold beers from the fridge.' His eyes twinkled with feigned innocence, but there was a predatory glint Alex missed in his naivety. Against his better judgment, Alex nodded. 'Okay, sure. Why not?' They veered off the highway onto a rutted dirt path, trees closing in like walls. Rex's 'shack' emerged—a dilapidated cabin, roof sagging, windows boarded, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It smelled of damp wood and neglect inside, a single room with a lumpy mattress, a wood stove, and a tiny bathroom tacked on. 'Home sweet home,' Rex boomed, kicking off his boots. 'Shower's through there. You go first, Alex—I'll grab those beers.' Grateful for the courtesy, Alex stripped down in the cramped space, the water sputtering cold at first, then warming. He soaped up quickly, rinsing the road dust from his lithe body, his small cock and balls dangling innocently between pale thighs. Toweling off, he wrapped it around his waist, emerging to find Rex lounging on the mattress, shirtless, a can in hand. 'Here ya go,' Rex said, tossing him a beer. His eyes raked over Alex's slim frame, lingering on the towel's bulge. They clinked cans, Rex downing his in gulps while Alex sipped nervously. The hobo's chest heaved with each breath, dark hair matting down to a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, which strained against an obvious, massive outline snaking down his leg. Conversation flowed easy at first, but Rex steered it personal—asking about Alex's life, if he'd ever been with anyone. The beer warmed Alex's cheeks, loosening his tongue. 'Nah, not really. I'm... kinda shy.' Rex nodded sympathetically, scooting closer on the mattress, his thigh pressing against Alex's bare one. Before Alex could react, Rex's hand clamped on his shoulder, the other yanking the towel away. 'Shy, huh? Let's fix that.' Alex yelped, scrambling back, but Rex was on him like a freight train—pinning the boy face-down with one arm, the weight crushing his ribs. 'What—stop! Let me go!' Alex gasped, kicking futilely. Rex laughed low, grinding his hips down. Alex felt the monster in those jeans—thick as a wrist, at least ten inches soft, now hardening into a battering ram against his ass. 'Picked you up fair and square, kid. Time to pay the toll.' He ripped open his fly, freeing the beast: a veiny, uncut colossus, purple head oozing precum, balls heavy and low like pendulums. The stench hit Alex—musky, rank from days without washing, foreskin packed with smegma. 'No, please—I'm not gay!' Alex begged, tears springing up as Rex spat on his hand, smearing it roughly between the boy's cheeks. His virgin hole clenched in terror, pink and untouched. Rex ignored the pleas, lining up the fat cockhead and shoving forward. The ring resisted, then tore with a wet pop, Alex's scream ripping through the cabin as inches invaded his guts. 'Fuuuck, tight as a nun,' Rex groaned, hips snapping to bury half his length. Blood trickled immediately, the dry friction shredding delicate tissues. Alex clawed at the mattress, body arching in agony, but Rex pinned his wrists above his head with one massive paw, the other fisting his hair to yank his face up. 'Scream all you want—ain't nobody hearin' out here.' He thrust deeper, the full girth stretching Alex impossibly wide, balls slapping against the boy's taint with each brutal pump. The hobo's sweat dripped onto Alex's back, mixing with the blood seeping from his ruined entrance. Rex fucked like an animal, grunting with effort, his beard scraping the kid's neck as he bit down hard, drawing coppery beads. Alex's insides burned, feeling like they were splitting—prostate mashed, rectum ballooning around the invasion. Rex flipped him onto his back midway, folding Alex's legs to his chest, exposing the obscene sight: his hole gaping around the pistoning shaft, frothy red lube coating the veiny length. 'Look at that pussy open up,' Rex taunted, slamming home to hilt, cockhead battering Alex's depths. The boy sobbed, cock flopping limp on his belly, untouched and shriveled from pain. Rex leaned in, forcing a sloppy kiss, tongue shoving into Alex's mouth, tasting of beer and decay. Pace quickening, Rex's balls tightened, the giant cock swelling thicker. 'Gonna fill you, boy. Breed that cherry hole.' Alex shook his head wildly. 'No—pull out! Condom!' But Rex just laughed, choking him lightly with one hand, the other pinching his nipples raw. With a bellow, he erupted—hot jets of cum blasting deep, flooding Alex's bowels. Rope after rope, the load voluminous, some backflowing out around the seal, mixing with blood into a creamy pink mess. Rex kept pumping through his orgasm, churning the seed until it frothed. 'That's my gift to ya,' he panted, pulling out with a suction pop. Alex's hole winked open, a cavern leaking steadily—cum bubbling out, tinged red. But Rex wasn't done. He straddled the boy's chest, the spent cock—still semi-hard and slick—hovering over his face. 'Clean it.' When Alex turned away, Rex slapped him hard, then forced the head past his lips, gagging him on the bitter cocktail of ass, blood, and semen. Alex retched, but Rex face-fucked him shallowly, wiping the mess on his tongue. 'Good boy. Now, about that pozzin'—I'm HIV positive, kid. Been fuckin' raw for years. You just got a nice, fresh dose pumpin' through your veins.' Alex's eyes widened in horror, choking on the words, but Rex just grinned, stroking himself back to full mast. 'Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Round two starts now.' He flipped Alex onto his stomach again, mounting him without pause. The second rape was rougher, the cum-lubed hole yielding easier but still tearing afresh with the renewed assault. Rex hammered relentlessly, balls smacking wetly, his weight crushing Alex into the mattress. The boy whimpered, body going limp from shock, feeling the hot load sloshing inside as Rex added more—another creampie, sealing the infection deeper. Hours passed in the dim cabin, Rex using every position: bending Alex over the rickety table, legs spread wide as he reamed from behind; hoisting him against the wall, impaling him mid-air while biting his shoulders bloody; even sitting on the mattress, bouncing the limp boy on his lap like a ragdoll, gravity forcing the cock deeper with each drop. Cum leaked in rivers down Alex's thighs, his hole swollen and prolapsed slightly, a red, puffy ring everted from the abuse. By dawn, Rex had unloaded four times, each spurt a viral payload. Alex lay curled on the floor, shivering, his ass a throbbing ruin—bruised purple, leaking endlessly, abdomen cramping from the invasion. Rex zipped up, tossing a stained blanket over him. 'You can crash here till you sober up. But you're mine now, kid. Drive me wherever after.' Alex sobbed quietly, the weight of violation and infection sinking in, his naive world shattered in one brutal night.

hey pigpozdad I am a poz bottom and not on meds. I am always looking for a new strains and bugs. I am in the NYC area and would love for you to breed me with your toxic loads. Text me. 973 997 4934

Expectations are high ...

Hot 😈🐷💦!

I am not close to some of you, but my hole has been pretty stretched. When I spend the day at home I will keep my 8" (circumference) plug in most of the day. Maybe 4 times a week I get to keep my 10" in for a couple hours at a time. I have a 12" which I play with maybe a couple of times a week. But I havent been able to keep it in for more than an hour. I guess I need to be more determined. Id love to do 14" but I cant imagine getting that open. I also usually get fisted once a week or so. I know I have started to develope a pearmeant looseness in my ass. When I feel the need to shit I have to find a toilet pretty quickly or I will have an "accident". As someone else said It might be that I plug so often my ass doesn't get a chance to close back to normal. I wonder if the damage is pearmeant or if I stopped stretching it would close tight again.

noxon seems to have reduced their Poz parties from 3 last year to one this year in October 2026. Also they seem to no longer feature their twice weekly naked breeding nights. Lack of interest? Need to get more info on Reds.

What is your opinion if you see a hot guy sagging his pants? Does that make you wanna approach him more or does it give you more of a signal?