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Race isn't a prerequisite for me. Neither is size, in fact if I'm sucking, I'd rather have a small guy I can throat versus someone I just cant take. Those are nice to look at but can be impractical. I don't like a lot of tats or piercings, especially PAs. Uncut is a big plus. Most important is attitude. I know some guys like being treated poorly but that doesn't work for me. Be a good human, especially if you want to make it a regular thing.

Ol' Roger is exactly the type of guy I'd love to meet at the Bathhouse I go to. Have him in my room fucking my ass good. And go to the sling room with him and have him go me on the sling with others watching.

As a top, I totally understand this. I've been with my share of guys who have been dirty. No bueno. But my response is often "Do you have another orifice I can use?" TBH, at this stage of my life, I'd rather go down someone's throat anyway. Sometimes I even like to watch/help a guy prepare himself (though I exit when he moves to the toilet!) 🙂

I don’t think it should be banned, but definitely should have clear indication the story is AI generated for the reader.

Slowly going from Straight to Gay....

Went to a guys house last night, older. Said he was 50s but I think he was 60s. He had a nice thick cock though so I don't care. We stripped and I was very eager to get his cock in my throat. We fooled around a bit then he got me on my back, fucked me for a while before eventually dumping his load in. Little did he know I had been fucked before I went over so I was already loaded also by an older guy with a thick cock. I was pretty loose at the end and happy

Went to a guys house last night, older. Said he was 50s but I think he was 60s. He had a nice thick cock though so I don't care. We stripped and I was very eager to get his cock in my throat. We fooled around a bit then he got me on my back, fucked me for a while before eventually dumping his load in. Little did he know I had been fucked before I went over so I was already loaded also by an older guy with a thick cock. I was pretty loose at the end and happy

Staying and hosting in a hotel near the airport. Porn will be playing on the TV and I'll have a mask and blindfold if you prefer anonymous. Stop by, use my hole to drain your nuts into and let yourself out.

A story or two based on Kyle's exploits would be hot

Fuck love this story, so hot, gets me so horny and need to get fucked

Looking for poz tops into risky fucking.

Trying to generate photos of the characters. Venice.ai seems great with text and horrible at images.

For me the color doesn't matter, it's the person who owns the cock. I prefer a dirty minded pervert who is a pig in bed. I'd gladly take a smaller cock for the vibe.

99% of the time I'm 3,4,9,12,16 & 16

This was the story that first sucked me in. For lack of a better phrase

Chapter 6 (brought to you by @pozzible and Venice.ai) Kyle Simmons watched the scene unfold with the calm, predatory patience of a hunter who had been tracking his prey for years. But this wasn't a hunt. This was an ordination. Nate, his oldest friend, his brother-in-arms from the wrestling mats, was finally where he was always meant to be: spread open, vulnerable, his hole glistening and already leaking the precious seed of his own son. The air in the room was a holy perfume of sweat, sex, and chemicals, the incense of their new church. He stepped forward, his massive frame eclipsing the light from the hallway. He saw the flicker of old-world fear and shame in Nate's eyes, the last dying embers of the man who worried about portfolios and PTA meetings. Kyle was here to extinguish those embers and fan the flames of the man who was being born. "Kyle," Nate breathed, the name a prayer and a confession. "Nate," Kyle rumbled, his voice a low gravel that vibrated in his own chest. He ran a hand over his own belly, feeling the raised edges of the black scorpion tattoo. "Heard you were finally joining the club." He was wearing only a towel around his waist, the standard uniform of the spa. With a single, sharp tug, he released it, letting it fall to the floor. His ten-inch cock sprang free, a formidable weapon, thick and veiny, a tool of his trade that had stealthed countless men, a ghost in the night, leaving his mark without a word. But tonight was different. Tonight, he would be a god, and his name would be known. He stepped into the room, his eyes locking onto Nate’s well-fucked, cum-leaking hole. "Been a long time, my friend," he said, stroking his monstrous shaft, the foreskin pulling back to reveal a glistening, angry head. "But I'm not gonna be a ghost this time. You're gonna feel every inch of this. And you're gonna know exactly what I'm giving you." As Kyle positioned himself between Nate's legs, Brandon moved with the quiet efficiency of a high priest preparing a sacrifice. In his hand was a syringe, already loaded with a clear, viscous liquid. He found a prominent vein on Kyle's powerful bicep, the muscle corded with years of discipline. "Time for the sacrament, Coach," Brandon murmured. Kyle didn't flinch as the needle slid home and the plunger was depressed. He simply inhaled sharply as the fire slammed into his bloodstream, his eyes rolling back for a second before snapping open, burning with a new, feral intensity. At the same time, Geoff knelt by the sling. He held the glass pipe, the bowl glowing cherry red as he inhaled. But he didn't shotgun it. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to his father's well-used hole, creating a seal. He exhaled, forcing a thick cloud of chem-smoke directly into Nate's ass. Nate gasped, his body arching as the potent vapor was absorbed directly into the sensitive tissues, his hole instantly buzzing, tingling, and opening like a flower in the sun. Kyle ran a calloused finger up the inside of Nate's thigh, making him shudder. "I've been waiting for this, Nate," Kyle said, his voice a low growl, amplified by the slam. "All those years I watched you on the mat, I saw the fire in you. But you were always holding back. Always playing by their rules." He leaned in, his face inches from Nate's now steaming hole. "This is our rule now. The only one that matters." He spat, a thick wad of saliva landing directly on Nate's puckered entrance. He used the head of his cock to smear it around, mixing it with Geoff's leaking cum and the lingering cloud of smoke. "You see, that boy of yours… he gave you the key. He unlocked the door. But I'm the one who's gonna show you what's on the other side." He pushed the thick head of his cock against the slick, swollen ring. "This is the Scorpion's gift, Nate. A lineage of pure, unadulterated power. It’s gonna burn through you, remake you from the inside out." With a slow, inexorable push, he began to enter. Nate cried out, his back arching off the leather. Kyle was bigger than Geoff, thicker, and his entry was a statement of pure, unadulterated dominance. "Fuck yeah, that's it," Kyle grunted, feeding another inch into the tight, velvety heat. "Take that fucking poz dick. Feel me opening you up." He brought his hand down in a sharp, stinging slap on Nate's ass. SMACK! "This hole belongs to the brotherhood now!" He began to move, his strokes long and powerful, each one a lesson in submission. He wasn't just fucking; he was sculpting, rearranging Nate's insides to fit his own massive shape. "Breathe through it, Nate," he coached, his hips pistoning. "Open up for me. Let me in. You need this. You've always needed this." Geoff leaned down, his face next to his father's. "You see, Dad? This is what it's all about. This is the family we always should have been." He dribbled spit into Nate's open, gasping mouth. The sight of his friend, his protégé, now a man and a dominant in his own right, sent a fresh wave of lust through Kyle. He grabbed Nate's hips, his grip like iron, and began to pound in earnest, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against Nate's ass filling the room. He was a machine, a relentless force of nature, and Nate was the earth he was plowing. "Time for your real seeding, my friend," Kyle roared, his rhythm turning brutal. "Time to give you my fucking toxic gift!" He slammed into Nate one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His body went rigid, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as his cock erupted, pumping a massive, infectious load deep into Nate's guts. It was a flood, a torrent of his very essence, the Scorpion's venom finding its new home. Nate screamed, a sound of pure, agonizing ecstasy as he felt the hot, potent flood fill him, triggering his own explosive orgasm, his cock firing ropes of cum across his chest and stomach. Kyle stayed plugged in for a long moment, his chest heaving, ensuring every last drop was deposited. He slowly pulled out, and a river of cum, his and Geoff's, flowed from Nate's gaping, well-used hole. But the ritual wasn't over. Brandon stepped forward, a black permanent marker in his hand. He nodded at Kyle, who took it from him. The coach looked down at Nate, who was lying limp, spent, and radiant in the sling. His face was a mask of sublime surrender. "We claim you," Kyle said, his voice now solemn, a priest performing the final rite. He uncapped the marker and, with a steady hand, drew a perfect, stark biohazard trefoil on Nate's forehead. It was a brand more profound than any ink on skin. It was a mark of ownership, of purpose, of a new birth. "He is one of us now," Kyle declared to the room, to the universe. "He is Biohazard."

Me too.

I like where @Versmetropig is going with this .... but would be awesome if the day who so far has been left out of the fun ... were given same treatment as the son got .... at the bathhouse , maybe plus a bit more plus the back story of hot times that boy had getting poz.... and love this story. Thank you for writing @Pozzible ... cant wait to see how this turns out.