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That mount was the fucking hottest for me. As a bronc, the night started slow - think my fuck table was too crowded and only one Cowboy gutted me so i left and went out the tent. Taking off my blindfold, i start peacocking and parading around all slut like (theres a lot of hole in that tent to pick from). 20 minutes later, I'm getting bred over and over. Some stud leans over after using my cunt and asks me to try a sling later. An hour later, in a sling, same dude finds me and starts riding like hell, then stops to tell me he brought three friends with him - and spent the next hour taking turns and seeding my cunt. A couple others jumped in when they left before my hole was busted and i had to leave. While cleaning up and dressing, a couple fingers get shooved up my hole and i get asked why I'm going. My buddies and i aint finished. I turn around and see the dudes face for the first time - 50ish stud sporting a beard and a PA. Ended up spending another 3 hours in their room at CCBC, being used, owned, pushed around, pissed on and in and total degraded. This cunt never felt so worthless and so worthy at the same time. I onky hope they are there again at this weekends event

This reminds me of the time I was piss fucked in the local sauna. In fact I was fucked, then he unloaded in me and stayed in. It was then I realised after he'd loaded me he was also then pissing in me. It was fucking amazing.

Completely agree ...if you go bareback that's just a risk you take...and if that's not a risk you can accept don't waste peoples time

What, if any treatments do ya'all do down there for them. Honestly I would love to find something to encourage them to find other buildings to haunt.

Oh, in the south we call them stink bugs, if you grab one you'll find out. I seen one crawling on the curtain, just cuffed it in my hand and throwed it outside, it's defense mechanism kicked in i like have never got the smell off my hand, couldn't wash it off.

PRE: When government and world systems collapsed it was every man for himself. cities fell into ruin and war and rioting broke out. Civilization as it once was became no more. Now there are only the few- those who somehow managed to survive. Who live in the decaying ruins of what was once great cities. The Uber-wealthy live in the sphere, a protected dome of wealth and opulence where they want for nothing. For identification, the wealthy have a bar code on their wrist. ONE: He woke with a jolt. Immediately taking in his surroundings he realized he was still here. Still where he had been the past three days. The days ago he had woken up in this dingy room, lined with junk and had no memory. No memory of where he was, how he'd got there and most frighteningly of who he was. He had some kind of barcode on his wrist, he knew that. However, he had no idea what it meant. He clung to the hope that if he could find some way to get the barcode scanned he could be Identified- that somehow he could be helped. He'd spent most of the past few days like a rat in its hole, too scared to venture out. Scared of what he'd find. But now- he'd run out of the Liquid and food rations that had been in a pack at his side. He'd have to be brave. So he left the room. He moved through the city, passing by others who were as dirty and disheveled as he. Some looked violent, some looked lost. It all seemed foreign to him. He had no idea what he was going to do, how he was going to make it. How would he get by, eat, sleep, anything? "Hey, you- come in here. You'll like it here." A young woman beckoned to him. She was clean in this dirty wasteland. She stood in front of a warehouse building a sign read OASIS. "I don't have money" He said. She giggled in response, taking one of her many golden bangles from her wrist and placing it on his with a wink. "Go in to the bar- show them this and tell them Talia sent you, they'll take care of you." "But I-" "Don't you want to eat and drink? You'll like it here. Go!" She pushed him towards the door. The harsh summer sun fell away to a darkened nightclub. music blaring and lights blasting, seemingly unaware of the time of day. Bodies writhed danced against one another. it was packed. Everyone seemed to be in an altered state- unaware of their reality and blissed out, euphorically touching one another. He slowly weaved through the crowed to the bar. A bulky man stood behind it "What do you want?" "I- Um. Talia sent me?" he said, presenting the golden bangle. The barkeep smiled and went to a black leather door that stood by the door. He knocked three times and a slot opened at eye level. The barkeep held up the bangle. "Talia sent a new boy for Lucien" The slot closed. The barkeep tossed the bangle back to the confused boy then went back to wiping the bar down. The boy put the bangle on his wrist. Then the door crashed open and before he could look up to see who was coming a hood went over his head and gruff arms were grabbing him. A pinch to the neck- a shot. "What the hell?" He was out before they dragged him through the door. Lucien's thugs deposited the boy at his feet in his office. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" Lucien queried rhetorically as his men departed. Lucien made not of the boys clothes, dirty but new. not the rags he was used to seeing. They were OW. He wasn't from around here. "He's a beauty." Lucien noticed a bar code on his wrist. He got his illegally obtained scanner and scanned it. "The son of Paule V Rit?! Here in my little den of inequity?" He considered what his plan would be as he spoke to the unconscious boy before him. They are searching for you. I wonder what happens if they never find you. I was going to just make you into a go-go boy here. but no, you are too pretty and too high a prize for that. You are going to be my personal slave. Yes, I think that's what best fits this prince of the over world. To learn to be submissive little pig slut for his master." Luciens smirk grew into a grin on his handsome face as he began to weave the way he would ruin this boy. * He woke up. This time he was not in the same dingy room of the past three days. this time he woke up to a darker room. He was laying along one wall on a concrete slab. The room itself was more cell than room. It was only about 6x6 with no doors or windows. on the ceiling was a hatch. He was naked except for a black leather jockstrap, a collar and a gold bangle on his wrist. His wrist, had a black band tattooed around it where the barcode had been. Whatever information that barcode had held was now void to him. Where the fuck was he and what had he gotten himself into? Then there was a voice. "There is a bottle under your bed. You have 30 seconds to drink it down. DRINK." END PART ONE

No wonder you are a total top, because you can spend hours fucking without shooting your load. And when you do, you can start again. If I could fuck for hours and enjoy different holes, I would at least be versatile. Most bottoms, when they happen to top, they shoot very quickly. I see that at the sauna when bottoms wanna go home and look for a hole to just unload and go.

They wanna be edgy…there ain’t nothing so ‘exciting’ as condom-free fucking -,oh, we are being very naughty…. I mean, everyone has the right to be afraid of being HIV+. But don’t then come back and block us when we point your bs out about the obvious inconsistency of wanting to bareback and remain free of the virus.

[think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.google.com/search?gs_ssp=eJzj4tTP1Tcwzk6ztDRg9OJJyq9IzUlJLVJIKk0HAFwfB78&q=boxelder+bug&rlz=1C1UEAD_enUS1152US1152&oq=boxelder+&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUqCggBEC4YsQMYgAQyDQgAEAAY4wIYsQMYgAQyCggBEC4YsQMYgAQyCggCEC4YsQMYgAQyBwgDEAAYgAQyBwgEEAAYgAQyBggFEEUYOTIHCAYQABiABDIHCAcQABiABDIHCAgQABiABDIHCAkQABiABNIBCTcyNDhqMGoxNagCCLACAfEFezBftDlaqms&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

@Willing about 1/4 in by 3/4 in, black mostly, kinda flat "millennium falcon" sort of shape body. I have thousands crawling from inside my garage walls where they seemed to have wintered over.

Some people will be for it but most are prob gonna be offended, if you're that afraid of getting something then just use condoms. It's less fun but at least you're not stressing after

Hot brothers! Thanks.

Sammy: [think before following links] https://drive.google.com/file/d/1lF25S8T3QBHIH36eBfcH0fK4mM4QJ26J/view?usp=drive_link John: [think before following links] https://drive.google.com/file/d/1KY4RgGdECCZYlGR8SD7yZoBIRlsTEkjX/view?usp=sharing Eli: [think before following links] https://drive.google.com/file/d/1xsPCoLqVxs0EGLT-5_RNw9W2_FMbCOUj/view?usp=sharing

What's a boxelder bug 🐛

Let me see if I can link them again

I like the idea of a 30+ something with long term father issues. To be in a sling, flying & him using me as a frustration release. A hairy muscle stud finally standing his ground. For him to transfer that rage into my cunt ♨️, leaving me loose & sloppy & rough fucked.

thats bad

Nickolai's tale is meant to be a standalone of hazy memory of a disjointed night. However, you never know. Maybe I'll revisit if inspiration strikes. I always like to have a twist to my twisted stories, so If I come up with an angle that makes it interesting to me to revisit it from, I will.

Loved taking the ride on Greg's adventure! Awesome!

I was in Indianapolis last summer,, got a chance to try both at the same time, I lost my ff cherry. The guy had a smaller hand. Not been that lucky since

I wonder if it would be a shorter poll of those who never experienced crabs. I didn't keep a scorecard. But at least three times, but not as much as ten. Never shaved, just RID or similar and a nit comb. And a shitload of laundry, cleaning. Not unlike the infestation of boxelder bugs in my garage.

Had them too many times to count. Yes, used pyrethrin (RID); no, never shaved my pubes or my buttcrack.

The local priest - mid 20s, just ordained....

I gravitate towards men like you who need ass to fuck, chase their nut, breed, and be fully satisfied.

Hell yeah. 23 yo black man close by desperately needed to get sucked fast and bust a nut. Checked in to see if I needed to prep my hole (which takes time) but he definitely just wanted head and only head. I always want dick and seed in my hole. Always. But I'm a sub bottom pleaser so if I can give a man what he needs and pleases him, I will. I get there, strip and start working his nipples and sucking his cock and eventually we are in 69 position and he's suddenly rubbing his fingers around my hole, dipping into it, eating it and telling me over and over that he wants to fuck and breed me. I tell him I'm not good to go and he says next time he'll fuck me. Sigh. This is the reason I try to be prepared regardless of what's on the table.