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Outside. The ropes of cum shooting out of a cock is what turns me on the most.

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I was 13 back then. It was my cousin´s cock. So hot. I have great memories about that night.

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Chapter 6 - Meeting His Destiny Jordan looked at his phone as it lay there and remembered the words of the man. His mind was racing, out of control, knowing that that this couldn't possibly be happening, that it SHOULDN'T be happening. Then he remembered the man's voice - his clear sense of authority and power was irresistible. Undeniable. There was only the question of what he could offer to a man like that. He knew what he wanted to offer and he knew what the man wanted from him - he also knew that both answers were the same. He couldn't, he daren't. It was insane and yet... Jordan opened his message window and typed out his response. He thought about sending it but hesitated. Not because his doubts had got the better of him, he was far too excited for that, rather because he had a better idea. That voice on the other end of the phone demanded more and deserved more. His new idea would be perfect and he wanted to do it for the man. He left the window open on his screen. He realised that his whole body was trembling with excitement, the adrenaline super-charging his blood as it rushed through his body. He hadn't the clothes for THAT photograph yet but maybe he could do better. Breathing fast he stripped off all of his clothes. At that moment he caught a glimpse of himself in the tall mirror on his closet door. He admired his pale slim body, turned and was especially pleased with the hourglass shape that his thin waist and wide hips produced. His prominent bubble butt had always been his pride even if, until now, he'd sort of felt the need to disguise it. Not now and maybe never again. "Man - I really do look like a barbie doll." He giggled as he said it but at the same time he knew what had to be done. He grabbed his phone and used it as a camera, carefully positioning himself so that he could see his screen but the device blocked his face. Then he switched his phone to record video and he began to read from the screen in his best faggy voice. ”I offer you my complete and utter submission… I want to give myself to you completely. Total and absolute control. I want to worship you for eternity. I don’t know how I am so certain about my true purpose in this life. All I know is that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire existence. This is my purpose." Now he could look back at his own image on his phone, the image he was recording. He had to admit that he looked cute as fuck. He thought he could look even hotter. Jordan made a supremely faggy limp-wristed wave to the camera and then threw his hips to one side. His tiny dick was rock hard but it was barely noticeable on screen and that sort of seemed right. He paused a little and then thrust his hips back to give his bubble butt the most delicious little wiggle. That was where the attention needed to be! This was the moment of truth and Jordan knew what he wanted and needed to do. He moved his phone down a bit so that it no longer blocked his face and then he spoke, "Wouldn't you enjoy ruining this virgin fuckdoll?" He blew a kiss to the camera and then shut off the recording. The file was there and now he knew that he had to move fast before he had a chance to change his mind. It was all set up ready to send to the man and he did it, almost frantic in his movements. Then Jordan Myers stared at the screen. Once the message was sent he once more had time to think about what he had done, to consider the implications. He stared at his screen almost in shock. He read through those words again. They were perfect - they said exactly what he felt - but... Was there any turning back from this? Maybe - just so long as he didn't show up at that porn store tomorrow. The man had made it plain - if he didn't show then that would be the end of it. *** At twenty minutes to five the following day Jordan arrived at the store. He had woken that morning sure that he'd never go through with it. However, as the hours passed the need had grown within him, had become undeniable. This was an opportunity that couldn't be wasted - a chance to be the real him. The city had a newly gentrified area but this most certainly wasn't it. The location was largely surrounded by empty lots and a derelict works. On one side, however, was a shabby one story building with a couple of vehicles already parked outside. Jordan gave the place a careful look. Apart from an old African-American guy smoking a cigarette seated on a sort of stoop there was no-one in sight. He could quickly go in, talk to Kyle, get his delivery and then out of there. Easy. It just proved that for all the shit talked about it the city wasn't so bad. He walked across the weed-strewn lot. The man on the stoop just glanced up at him and then went back to smoking his cigarette. Jordan stepped past him and into the store. Behind the counter was a fat white guy in his late forties and a younger, hot, blonde man in his early twenties. Crossing the store Jordan realized with some revulsion that the young man at the desk might have looked good from the door but the closer you got the worse he looked. He had deep dark bags under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept in days. He might have been 21 or 22 but his skin looked way older. There was thick make-up barely disguising little scars round his mouth and nose. Worse, his light blue eyes were dull, like the life had been drained out of them by awful fatigue. "Um, excuse me, I'm here to see Kyle," said Jordan. "Kyle!" snapped the fat guy. The blonde shook a little and some focus came into his eyes. He glanced at Jordan but then his cheek twitched a little and his eyes were dull once more. He scratched at the side of his ear and lapsed back into his exhausted reverie. "What the fuck Kyle," said the man with an almost despairing resignation. He stepped back to a shelf and found a small parcel. "This must be for you. I know the type." Jordan hadn't really got time to process that before another man entered the store. If the other guy was fat then this one was hideously, almost monstrously, obese. A wave of body odour, dirt and stale sweat, surrounded him. He put a handful of bills down on the counter. It was like a switch was flicked in Kyle. The light came back into his eyes and he began to twirl a lock of his hair in his fingers with a startlingly inappropriate coquettishness. The man counted the bills and gestured. Kyle got off his stool and the obese man joined him. A fat hand disappeared into the back of Kyle's shorts as the two of them went through into the back room and closed the door. "Anything else?" The man left behind the counter asked Jordan. "Um, no. No thanks." Jordan tried to look like nothing had happened as he moved back to the door and then outside. He had just taken the step down and out of the door when he heard the voice behind him. "B - F - B." He knew that voice and even if he hadn't those letters were no coincidence. BFB meant BoiFagBarbie. He turned and saw the man who had called him there. The latter had finished his cigarette and had stood up from the stoop. Pushing six feet tall the first things you noticed were the shaved head, the dark almost blue-black skin tone, the greying fringe of beard and the prominent cheek-bones over slightly sunken cheeks. Behind that came his physique. Not an ounce of spare fat on him but not skinny either. Every part of him seemed like whip-cord muscle - as if any middle-aged flab had been burned off him by a frantic metabolism. Because this man was at least middle-aged, looked pretty much old enough to be Jordan's grandfather. Then the man's eyes locked onto Jordan's and the youngster on his first trip into the city suddenly forgot most everything else. Those eyes were a deep dark brown and they had a feverish intensity to them. A drive and a desire and a determination. They were the eyes of a man who could control a room just by walking into it. The eyes of a man who was to be respected by his friends and feared by his enemies. They were the eyes of a man who got what he wanted. Not maybe or sometimes but always and exactly the way he wanted it. However, most of all, absolutely undeniably, Jordan knew from the very depths of his soul that they were the eyes of an alpha beast of the urban jungle, the eyes of an apex predator. Jordan knew all of that in the moment their eyes met. He knew all of it and he knew that this man was exactly who he claimed to be. Jordan was an intelligent young man and Jordan knew that he should not hesitate, he should just turn around and get out of there as fast as he could. He knew that but... The man's eyes looked Jordan up and down, taking in every inch of him, appraising every aspect of his body and appearance. His face was impassive, giving nothing away and Jordan felt his own body start to tremble. Fear, excitement, anticipation - all three? "Cute little faggot ain't you." That voice was so fucking dreamy! "Not too bad at all - worth my time I'm thinking if you got the right attitude. So - you got the right attitude boy?" "Yes sir," said Jordan and knew his voice sounded croaky from his mouth being so dry. "Gonna be fun for me if you have - maybe for you too not that it matters overly. But first things first. In my life I've done enough time - I ain't aiming on doing no more because a little fag lies about his age. You got your I.D?" Jordan hesitated. The man's eyes fixed on Jordan's. He held out his palm. Jordan turned over his driving license and was rewarded with the faintest of mirthless smiles from the man. Then the latter produced his phone and deliberately snapped an image of each side of the license. Jordan might have protested but even ten seconds in this man's company had proved to him that it would have been a waste of breath. Now there was no doubt about it. This was for real and it had begun. There was only one person who would decide what happened and how far it went and that person would not be Jordan Myers.

Finally fucked without prep. I've been taking prep for many years. I've had a condom to bareback kink. And have loved when the tops have removed or broken the condom. Also before prep. But it was with guys I was fairly sure where negative. Recently I've been meeting this african guy. And he is immigrated from there, Might be prejeduce here, but i assume the risk with him is higher. And I've noticed he is trying to get in bare. Either by appelaing to me with sweet talk, or making the condom break. As usual, I pretend not to notice. And I love it when guys does this. So today, was my 4th day without prep. I seem to forget more and more to take it. He asked me to come over to fuck today. And I remembered I havent taken any since last week. So I asked, are you on prep? He answers "No, are you?" I reply not now back. The thought of him breeding me now, turned me on so much. The risk of it all. I said, we should use condoms then, and he replies. Yeah, as always. WE meet up, and notice I'm super turned on by the thought of him entering me raw. But he puts the condom on. ø We fuck for a while on my back. And I try to feel his dick to check. He removes my hand, and ask me to turn over. When turning, I notice it's still intact. And it upsets me. But I say nothing. Then he, enters me again, fucks a bit, pull out and then I feel it. he pulls on his dick, and almost unoticable, i feel the condom snap. He moans, so do I as he reenters me. I'm so excited. And I feel my pussy get really wet from his precum. I feel so warm, awake, and alive. A black african dude fucking me bare, no protection, no prep. He starts to tense up, i get so horny, awaiting his cum. He starts to shoot, I feel his dick pulsate, releasing all his cum into my pussy. He stays in a bit, then slowly pulls out, and catshing the broken condom in his hand. I don't turn around, and let him dispose of the evidence. That was hot I said. Yeah he replies. He winks at me, and I take my leave. Feeling his big load in me. When I get home, I asked if he wore the condom, as my ass is very wet. "yeah yeah, of course" he says. "I just used a lot of lube, that's all". "Ah ok", I say, and leave it at that. Now, I walk around with his risky load, not wanting to let it out. I think I'm turning into a chaser.

[think before following links] https://www.noxonclub.com/event-details/load-poz-6

I'm sorry I posted this originally in the wrong forum. I did not know there was one specifically for Palm Springs so I apologize for the incorrect posting. I was wondering if you guys had any advice about a Palm Springs visit. I am flying there tomorrow for a week. This is sort of a work trip to help a friend who is recovering from a hospital stay so I am not sure I will have a lot of free time. But I am hoping to have some sexual fun while in town. Since my time is limited what would your recommendation be for a place to go for sexual fun? I'm an older top bear guy for fucking but bottom for piss play. Vers. for everything else. I have been to CCBC in the past and have heard about Club 541. As I mentioned I am not sure I will have that much free time I'd appreciate any recommendations and opinions. I might only get one day off from my care duties. Thanks.

Reds is great on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Reds is known to be a 'poz club', meaning that the vast majority of men going there are poz. That's why on other nights seems quieter because prep and neg crowds go to the other clubs, like Factory, Construction or Noxon. Noxon does organise openly poz parties advertised on their website a few times a year, but outside these parties, they are known mostly and popular for their piss and puppies parties.

I Google，should be this on Agoda.com Gateway dunno if this address is correct ?

This Gatehouse to book ?

I love seeing pics and vids of guys (especially myself) sucking cock. Here is me with a mouthful of cock. Let’s see you…. Xvideos: [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video.ouhbiav060c/bibottomcocksucker_sucks_cocks_and_gets_ass_fucked_bareback_and_loaded_with_cum_

Keen to know which airbnb , we can book and host when we come...any recommendations on www.Agoda.com

Reading a story like this makes me wish to be young again. Innocent, unused ready for destruction ...

This is just semantics. Did a man cum? Yes. Did that cum end up inside you? Yes. So, did you "take" a load? Yes! I take loads in lots of different ways. Down my throat, in my mouth, all over my face, in my ass, on my ass. I take it by sucking cock, by men jerking off, by getting fucked, by licking it up, by finding cum filled condoms and consuming their contents. I've even sucked several loads from sloppy pussys. To me, getting a load is taking a load. It's a load I didn't have before.

I love this thread. It’s so scientific (and I love science as being an academic), furthermore it needs a multidisciplinary approach. However, as not being a native speaker I would definitely use a local expert, LoL. I guess we should start to decide on the meaning of the word “taking”. After that we also should clarify the meaning of “taking a load”. Plus load also needs clarification. And we should do it from at least two directions, from the direction of linguistics and also philosophy. The linguistics approach also has two layers the daily use of terms and slang. And if it wouldn’t be enough, I believe that we need a psychological approach, too. So it’s so comprehensive. 😁😁 To touch upon this last one, from my perspective the point is to be barebacked and feel how the top is exploding in me. Therefore, again, fron my perspective the original question makes no sense because I don’t let anybody to fuck me in condoms. In the very low numbers of exceptions the top is hot that the fact he fucks me matters much more stronger than being barebacked. I mean , if Tom Hardly would fuck me but he would want to wear condom, I wouldn’t say no. All in all, if taking load means being fucked and bred, it can’t mean putting jizm from a condom.

Two more loads tonight from two new guys. One was kind and offered to get me an uber because of the rain. I opted to walk as it wasn't far, getting drenched on the way haha. I arrived, buzzed up, hooded at the door, you know the rest. Average length, thick, tender kind breeder. Pumped a good load into me. He pulled out and got chtty as I dressed. Lawyer a year older than myself. When I took off the hood to put on my hat he smiled, handed me a water and a twenty for a car home, then gave me a little kiss. 🙂 After getting home, a neighbor nearby found it hot that I'd just been fucked and invited me over. His building is around the block, so convenient. I went over, buzzed in (love an access code and open door 😈) and put on my hood before entering. He walked to me as I undressed at the door and started feeling me up, hand up my shirt and down my compression shorts and jockstrap, feeling my fucked hole. We were standing right by the entryway mirror, giving us both a hot view of my ass. His rock hard cock rubbing against me earned a suck before he directed me to his bed in front of big open industrial loft windows. He turned off the lights but the room was still plenty bright. Feeling on display was exhilarating. He ate me out for way longer than I anticipated before pressing into me with his spit-lubed uc cock. Fucked me for a while before announcing his load , shooting it deep, and slapping my ass as he quickly pulled out. Sucked his cock clean and got up to get dressed and head out.