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Totally. I love being fucked but I love being bred the most.

Id take you up on the offer, but don't think my lil ass could take it all....LOL

We agree. Whew. Glad we established that. Got it. Sort of an example. i quit my Hulu streaming service when Jimmy Kimmel was "indefinitely suspended." Apparently lots of other people did too, "collectively." Though i do not know how we can accurately measure the impact, it appeared to have an impact. This was where i was going earlier in the discussion when i referenced topics, taking a dive into sepsis and healthcare, looking at trust, experts and added a nod to Krishnamurti's assertion: You Are the World. "Where does [one] start in terms of solving a problem?" i think, realistically, it always starts with ones own actions. E.g., The question of "organic" labeling grew to the point of legislation. As an individual, i'd been an "organic" grower for years prior to that becoming a legislative issue. i promoted and supported that locally and state wide by growing my own food organically, providing organic produce at a local farmers market, participating as a member of a state wide organization that did similar stuff to me as an individual. When it became a national question, i contacted my representatives, signed petitions on legislative definition of "organic." While problem solving starts individually, much of it is more effective collectively. A point i'm making of the "endless trail," is any individual is limited by capacity in how much and in how many things one can be "expert." i used the example of healthcare. We cannot all get 12 years of education to be doctors, and that is only one branch of the complex healthcare tree. Doctors specialize because physiology is vast (infinite), then there's nutrition, pharmaceuticals, physical therapy... ad infinitum. i get sick, i go a doctor. Solving the problem of sickness starts with me, but i'm asking/demanding, relying on, someone else to "fix things for [me]." i think this approach applies, in varying degrees, to a lot of things. Healthcare, plumbing, government... on down "the endless trail." i think it's vital to be engaged as an individual. Honest, caring professionals from the endless list will both praise and bemoan stuff like youtube. On the one hand, it can be very helpful to me as a critical care nurse for a patient to be engaged enough that they have understanding about issues and interventions affecting their individual health. But, it's impossible for that individual to have the collective understanding and expertise of the "complex healthcare tree." So, they extend trust. But to whom? Ultimately, their own self by the choices they make individually who to trust with their issue. It may be the youtube vid vs their primary care doctor. But really, they are trusting their own emotions and rationale. There are trustworthy people, and there are liars and cheats. But there are also unsolvable problems. i saw a recent discussion/interview between HC Richardson and Rep Adam Smith. i found it refreshing to hear an American government member asserting that America needs the humility to be a part of the world community vs being in charge of it. That we cannot 'fix' everything, nor should be necessarily take on that responsibility every time we do. There are problems that cannot be fixed by us as individuals, collectively or by experts. Goes back to (i think need for) things like "grace," "love" ( i think love can more than an emotion, that i can have a very practical, principled side). Because the human condition is, we know and see in part. Ditto "massive topic." i think that there was a time when "conservative" meant "dislike [of] all tax, in general." Both sides of our political parties approve of taxes because both want to spend, the distinctions are where the money is spent and who pays for it. But, at least in current times, the "conservative" assertion of being anti tax is disingenuous at best. i may get crucified for saying this, but there is a secret part of me (no longer secret with this writing lol) that thinks there may be a silver lining to the current administrations slash and burn approach. No, i don't agree with the careless approach, but, on the other hand, when i consider the "massive topic," it is a sort of approach to making it smaller. i say "sort of," because, well, side effects. my point being, in the US history, we've created a "massive topic," that is not easily or simply addressed. The current approach has a lot of "just blow it up" approach to it, which may present opportunities for a do over? Many of our issues are from constant adding with never any subtraction. We run into sustainability issues, while continuing to introduce new and different stuff that costs additional sums. i think we both have a similar sense of right and fairness when it comes to "targeted tax." in my (ignorant, non professional) "do over" scenario, a more simplifies tax system strikes me as more egalitarian. A straight percentage tax on all income. Of course, that means defining "income." If there is a loophole, people will find it. A world where one can choose which group they want to be a member of, and that group (country?) decides how much to charge and for what services and infrastructure. None of that is going to happen, we have to work with what we have, adding snow here and there to the massive snowball, taking away snow here and there. To me Trump and his inner circle (guys like Miller and Vought) are examples of "despot, oligarch and monarch" approach. i think they exist because "we the people" (individually) became too disengaged from those we hired to run and "fix it." my hope is, the current situation will result in more people who "stop and think about that." Would you go into some detail about what you see as "the left [getting] their way previously" that would have resulted in "Trump being in charge of so much more!"

This is my second time reading this story and it never fails to turn me on. Excellent work!

I agree. I would be visiting him often.

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I like quick cum because it allows me to take more cocks in 1 day, and get full of cum.

If it is just one cock, the longer I can suck his cock and lick his balls and even rim his butt the better. Feels so good to be in my place. It is just where i belong. I want to stay down there as long as I can so long as he is nice and hard. If he is an aggressive face fucker and abusive (spitting, slapping, choking, verbal) I don't ever want it to end unless it ends so he can slide it in my ass. If I am on my knees and there is a line of guys waiting to get their dick sucked, i like when they cum faster so I can service the next cock.

Indeed, the fuck culture amongst gay men has changed dramatically over the last 10 years. And it's a good thing... I think! And true, that there is still a lot of education to be had even amongst gay men. PrEP will only almost eliminate the risk of HIV transmission, but not other STD's. However, even before HIV era, men were having bareback sex and syphilis, gono, chlam, and all the others were still present. The thing is that with a little bit of effort all these other illnesses can be treated. A penicillin shot here and there, one or two pills for others, and we're good as new. Of course, for many having to disclose these illnesses means that we somehow have to admit to promiscuity. But let me ask a question? Who the fuck cares what the doctor or the nurse says? When a doctor tries to gives me a sermon about promiscuous lifestyle I tell them in no uncertain terms that my illness keeps them in business and to thank me for billing the system. Without me, their new car, the new carpet or new phone would be so much more difficult to buy. So that's that. I am not diminishing the discomfort or the complications these illnesses come with. But, let's not live our lives in fear. However, I don't live in US where the medical setup favours the rich, so I admit that insurance costs complicate things. At any rate, PrEP did change the gay sex culture and I am happy that we're coming to a point where new infections are coming down, and people are having more uninhibited fun.

Hot story!

Nice story that would be a nice thing to have a doctor like that in this story

I would say that taking your time and enjoying sucking on a dick is the way to go

Again yet another fantastic addition to this story

As I left the building and started walking down the street, my head started to clear up. What the hell was I doing? I had no intent of having kids, yet somehow through sheer reckless devotion to cock I had let myself get filled. I could be pregnant right now. Stupid cunt, I told myself, you need to shape up and go get plan B. ...But then, the way he had changed his plan of fucking my ass when hearing I was fertile was somehow too hot to bear. The way he had deliberately wanted to knock me up. Besides, feeling the gooey puddle of cum in my underwear as I walked, how could I stop thinking about cum? And another voice in my head beckoned: since the damage is already done, what harm could it do to get a few more loads? So I continued to the adult theater, telling myself it's just this once. I went to one of the booths, switched on a gangbang film, and played with myself for a bit, leaving the door open. The way this AT was organized, there were small sliding doors between each booth that served as glory holes, such that each wall had a door on each side so all patrons could choose whether they're "open for fun" or not. I opened the sliding doors on both sides, if the booths next to mine had guys inside, they could now feed me some cock through them. And sure enough, a cock soon pressed through one of the glory holes. It was gorgeous, a veiny 8" cock with heavy balls. I took it in my mouth and started sucking, which required me to get off the couch and kneel on the floor. The taste was clean but not soapy, and soon enough I could also savor the salty flavor of precum. Meanwhile from the corner of my eye I noticed the shadow of a man behind the door of my booth, which I had left slightly open. Someone was watching. Soon enough, I also heard the sound of him fapping, which to me is one of the hottest things I can think of. For a while I thought he was just there to watch, but then he came in, pulling my hips up. I was now standing, bent over so I could keep sucking the cock through the glory hole. The man who had just entered was pretty fit and in his 30s but looked a bit scruffy, unshaved and with messy hair. I didn't get a good look at his face because I was focused on the cock in my mouth, which was getting harder; it couldn't have escaped the guy on the other side of the room that someone was now in the room with me. The man behind me pulled down my sweatpants and underwear, revealing the gooey mess covering my cunt. "Oh boy.... someone's been bred already." I felt his fingers explore both of my holes. The ease with which they slipped in my cum covered open cunt was remarkable compared to how he would wiggle his finger into my dry asshole. "But this hole seems unused. We need to fix that." He spat on my asshole then continued fingering it, first with one finger then two. I was expecting to feel his cock press up against me, but instead, he said, "now offer your holes to the other guy." What could I do but obey? I let the veiny cock, now rock hard and dripping with precum, slide out of my mouth, turned around and lined my ass against it, spreading my cheeks and offering myself. The guy was up for it. His anon cock started pressing against my hole with determination. It was slow going with no lube at first, but I then felt him get past my sphincter and begin to push in until he was balls deep. I was pressing my ass against the gloryhole as best I could. The anon guy started thrusting. His cock was substantial and I felt pain, but also pleasure, the wonderful dizzying feeling that I love about anal so much. Meanwhile I got a glimpse of the fit guy's cock. It was huge, 9 or 10 inches and beer can thick. He was jacking it, and noticing my hungry stare, he started slapping my face with it, which drew me over the edge, I was completely euphoric. That's when the I felt the anon guy's cock start to throb. As he came, he thrust violently deep in my hole, then started pulling out, coating my crack with his seed. He then swept his seed up with his cockhead and pushed it into my front hole. I now had the anon guy's cum in both holes, my opened up and aching asshole and my already bred cunt. I then heard the anon guy slide the gloryhole door closed. Just me and the new guy now, me staring at his huge junk with both hunger and trepidation. I had never had anything that big up my ass and this guy had made it clear that he was intent on using that hole. "You want this?" he said, slapping my cheek with the meaty cock once more. "y... yes...." "There's something you'll need to do to get it. I don't breed just anyone." I was too horny to think. I just gasped, "Anything." The man chuckled. "Very well, but I don't think you know what you signed up for." To be continued...

Nice, so far so good!!! Oh, to be another patient with you!!!

Loving this story, I hope we get to follow the story through to the successful completion of treatment, and maybe beyond?

Damn this is one hot story! I'm loving it!

Part 2 I wake up in my bed the next morning and immediately my thoughts go back to the evening with Doctor John. My morning wood becomes even harder, that it almost hurts, but before I can jerk myself off my phone vibrates. It's a message from HazardlyGifted, my cock reacting immediately to that surprise and the first precum is dripping down. I open the message and there is only a video without any text. Eagerly I push the start button and I am greeted by the face of Doctor John. In his deep voice he tells me that this video should be a reminder of the gift he's given me. The camera slowly leaves his face and goes down his incredible body, staying on his hairy chest for a short moment before it follows the trail down to his cock and shining biohazard tattoo. In the video Doctor John is fucking someone, who is bend in front of him and the camera focusses on his big cock as it slights in and out of the bottoms hole. Suddenly, the zoom becomes wider and I am shocked to see half of my face in lust and ecstasy. He filmed us? But when, how did I not notice? Those thoughts forgotten quickly as I see myself in a state of complete surrender and happiness. Doctor John brings the camera back to his face and looks directly into it, when he say: 'I will make sure you receive this gift' I'm a so overstimulated that I come hands free, the load hitting my chest and stomach, but also my phone. As I lay there shocked by the cum mess I made, my door bell rings. Without thinking clearly, I put my boxers back on and walk to the door. Greeted by a delivery man with a puzzled look, I sign quickly and say goodbye. He gives me another strange look and then leaves. The package doesn't interest me at the moment, so I put it down and look at the mirror in the hallway. No surprise he looked perplexed, my cum is all over my hairy chest and body, also my boxers are wet in the front with cum. Well, he got quite an image then. My phone vibrates again and a new message from Doctor John arrives. 'Be here in one hour, don't be late' I look at the coordinates he send me and it will take me 15 minutes to get there, so enough time to prepare for whatever he has planned for me. I shower and rinse the cum off my body, as I realise that his toxic seed never has left my hole, still somewhere deep inside me. Immediately hard again, I don't give into the temptation and keep my load for the meeting with Doctor John. I park my car at an abandoned industrial office complex and walk around aimlessly. The vibration of my phone indicates a new message: 'Fifth Floor, Room 208'. I follow the instructions and as I put my hand on the door to room 208 my excitement is almost unbearable. I open the door and what I see takes my breath away. Doctor John is standing in the middle of the room, only dressed with an open lab coat and black leather boots. His cock is framed by a metal cock ring, his biohazard tattoo shining in the morning sun and next to him is a gynaecological chair with the leg rests already in place. Without a word I take my clothes off and take my place in the chair. My hole exposed to the steady gaze of Doctor John. He kneels before me and without spit or lube he starts to massage my hole. He increases the pressure more and more, his fingertips starting to enter me. He is rougher this time and his fingers are more scratching than pushing. Despite, the dryness my hole starts to open up and he pushes more fingers inside me. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my hole and his rimming techniques are unparalleled. His tongue gets deeper and deeper inside me, wetting my hole for the next step. I try to focus my eyes on the ceiling as I hardly can see what Doctor John is doing to me. But as I turn my head slightly to the left I see his phone, recording the whole scene and my arousal goes through the roof. Doctor John notices the change in me and rises from his kneeling position to look at me. I should feel vulnerable to be exposed this completely to this imitating man, but I do not. I love the attention and hungry, predatory gaze of Doctor John. He understands my desires instinctively and goes to the counter to grab his phone, puts it on a shelf opposite the chair, making me the star of this video. Then he decided to lose the lab coat and comes back to the chair completely naked with his hard rock cock pointing straight at me. He positions himself at my hole and with a small nod, but no further warning he fully pushes his poz cock inside, the raw connection heavenly. I moan in lust and my hole starts to envelope his big cock immediately, my body graved this more than I expected. 'Fuck! Fuck me, give me another poz load. Give me your gift' I tell him breathlessly. 'Will you take every last drop of my toxic cum? Will you be a good boy and carry my load as long as it needs to do its job?' 'Yes, I will, I am your good boy. I am a good patient to you.' Doctor John laughs mischievously 'Well, a good patient you have never been, but I make sure you are a good boy.' He increases his speed and forcefulness, hitting my prostate every single time. The chair has opened me up in a way I never could have imagined, so that his poz cock reaches deeper than expected. I feel the warm of his toxic precum dripping inside me, while the cold of the metal cock ring is giving my hole a different sensation outside. He pushes even harder and the whole chair starts to shakes, the room is filled with the smell of sex and sweat. I feel his cock pulsating and know it will only be a few more thrust until his poz load will fill me up the second time. He forces himself even deeper and with a final, violent thrust his toxic load fills me up. It takes him 9 shoots, before all of his poz cum is inside me, his ass in my hands the whole time and his body pressed against mine, without space for air. He collapses again on top of me, but this time we are face to face and a deep kiss finishes this second gift giving. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me. After a few minutes we finally leave the chair and both our hairy chests are full of my cum, apparently I shot a load while he was in his post climax bliss on top of me. 'Mike that was great, but now we have to make sure the gift is taking hold of you. Take this plug and keep my toxic seed inside you as long as possible' I manage to put the plug in place with ease, as it is smaller than Doctor John's cock. But I have still one fantasy I need to fulfil today. I got to my pants and take out my phone. 'I need one more picture Doctor John, then we are finished' I kneel before him, take Doctor John's cock in my mouth, which becomes instantly hard again, and angle the phone. I press the button and see how my phone captures my face, sucking a cock with a biohazard tattoo in full view. I stand up and Doctor John looks at me quizzically. 'What do you want with that?' he asks. 'This will be my new profile pic on the apps, no headless torso any more. It's time to be out and proud about my bug chasing desires' I change my pics and Doctor John smiles at me. 'That's great, but now finish me off, you cannot leave a poz cock this hard behind. Get on your knees ...'

Hot story.

i've read a story in chemsex fiction or gift giving fiction, about a twink lured in a bathhouse as a paid gogoboy and ended up chemmed and gang pozzed - cannot find it anymore. he was kind of a safe only youngster and thanks to stealth chems in his drinks he ended up to give up to his employers and then left in the baths at the mercy of creepy old folk.

we need more doctors like that