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I took a 9 and a half inch thick bbc regularly for 15 years. Your whole body gets fucked.

All the time work at a gym it's the best park.

Craigslist Casual Encounters link ups with randoms.

A single bottom servicing many tops is a gangbang. Does a single top servicing many bottoms have a name? I haven’t seen it much but I do know of a couple, both sloppy bottoms, getting a top to service both of them. They are FB’s with another couple, one top and the other bottom, where the top fucks all three of them.

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Greetings fellow barebackers: I remember seeing a video about global contest to take the most loads, the World's Hungriest Cumhole Contest, sponsored by Bareback Jack. I think there was an intention to turn it into an annual event, sort of like the Westminster Kennel Club's Annual Dog Show, but somehow I think this never happened. Does anyone know of any organizations that sponsor cumhole contests or similar competitions? Thanks in advance for your domain knowledge. Best, NaNaNa

That why I am beyond frustrated with Democrats politicians. They can’t figure out to play dirty like republicans do.

Final Chapter Steve joined Shawn at the bar, making himself a drink and then rolled himself a joint (420) to smoke. Shawn and Steve talked about the fun they’d had the last few hours for a bit. Summer had gotten dressed and left while they were talking. Steve changed the topic a few minutes later. “So, how long have you been stealth pozzing?” He asked Shawn nonchalantly. Shawn froze for a minute. After catching his breath and reading the situation he realized Steve wasn’t mad. The way he was acting and his body language told him he was actually pretty chill. “Since I got it pretty much. Never went on meds. So maybe 3 years. How did you know? Those tests I provided are pretty much the real thing.” Shawn replied. Steve smiled mischievously. “The tests look totally legit, they didn’t give you away. But, I happen to know 2 guys you have stealthed. One was a friend, but he didn’t know your name or anything. Just told me what you looked like. I guess you told him you were on prep and he wasn’t. You were the only guy he’d been with ant the time he’d was knocked up. You ghosted him. ”The other was my ex and he in turn pozzed me. You fucked him at a bar like 2 months ago. He just tested beg. You were the only one he’d been with besides me since he tested. Just like my friend, he didn’t know your name but described you. I realized it was the same guy. “So I used some clues they gave and some stuff my friend said about your profile and managed to find you. I wanted to get poz babies from the source.” Shawn was amazed at the unlucky turn that lead to him poz 2 guys Steve knew so well. They lived in a city with millions of people, and he was always careful about it. But fucking and recharging a guy he gave hiv second hand was making him hard. “So you broke up with your boyfriend to get me? I don’t do boyfriends. Also why not just do a one on one and not involve the others?” Shawn asked. “No, I broke up with him because he was a dirty cheating loser. I had him on lock down the last 6 months before we broke up. I was tracking him, daily phone checks, never letting him out of my sight when we were out, him not going any where alone. He worked from home. ”I made us test when I put him on lock down and again 3 mints later. Both times we were negative. Then 2 weeks later you fuck him the one time I don’t follow him to the bathroom and a few week later he is poz and gives it to me. After this happened, despite my efforts, I decided it wasn’t worth it anymore. So I kicked him to the curb. ”I formed my plan. All the guys here tonight had at one point cheated with my boyfriend.frwnted they were all over 6 months ago before I locked him down, but I am a petty bitch and I keep receipts. Found them on the apps and used that to trick them here so I could have you help me poz them. And get my recharge from the source while I was at it. I am a devious little fag!” Steve winked as he finished explaining. Shawn was amazed at how far Steve had gone. He was also hard as a rock thinking about it! Finding a guy as kinky, piggy, and deviuos as him was rare. Steve was a hot fucker that just got even hotter to him. “I love it! Devil twinks are the best! I can’t wait to recharge that neg boy hole with my strain! Are you going to follow your poz sires lead and stealth poz others?” Steve put his drink down, stood up and walked to Shawn, sinking between his leges till his moth was dick levels. A mere inch from Shawn’s super hard massive poz dick. “Yes daddy, I plan on give you more heirs!” With that be took Shawn’s 8.5 in dick balls deep down his throat. He clearly had no gag reflex. He proceeded to give Shawn the best head he had ever had. Shawn had to use all his control not to nut down his boy’s throat. After several minutes Shawn pulled Steve up, pushed him against the bar, bent his knees and pulled his ass out at the perfect height, and slide his monster raw toxic cock balls deep into Steve in one go. He was not gentle, he did not care how good it felt for Steve. He was rock hard and wanted to claim that ass! Make it truly his. His dick was so hard it almost hurt. He pounded deep and fast. All while Steve moaned for his poz dick and toxic cum. Steve’s hole has loosened up and was wet with cum and lube. A loud smack sound filled the air each time Shawn hit home. Moans and dirty talk flew. Finally, after 20 minutes of hard pounding Shawn exploded balls deep in his poz boy! Recharging him with his strain. “Thats it faggot boy. Take your poz daddies toxic seed! Feel it recharge your ass!” Shawn told him as he came. Shawn pulled out, pushed Steve to his knees. “Suck that daddy dick clean boy! Taste all the loads in your hole! That’s it suck it clean fag!” Steven jerked his dick and shot his toxic babies all over the floor as he sucked his daddy’s dick clean! Shawn pulled Steve up and kissed him hard. They continued to make out and play with each other as they went to the shower to clean off. Neither came again that day, but it was safe to say they came together many times in the future! The End ——- I hope everyone enjoyed the story. I can’t believe how long it took me to complete it, but I truthfully forgot about it for a while, lol.

I am a published author…okay, so it’s with Handjobs…I think the title was Playtime with Gramps.

just took an anon load off of a grindr dude. I was blindfolded on my knees huffing popers waiting for him. he walked in, promptly got his dick out and I went to town on him getting him rock hard. Sucked him for a while until he was ready for my ass. The poppers had me ready for him, so he slid in easily. pounded me for about 10 min before he went deep and shot his load in me. Put my plug in as soon as he pullled out so keep his load in me. 😉

The cock I was riding eventually thickened and the guy blew his poz load into me. On autopilot, I dismounted and looked around for my next target, before heading over to one of the guys who seemed to be particularly ready again. I turned round and squatted towards his lap, allowed him to press his cock against my hole, and then lowered myself onto its entire length. I immediately began to bounce up and down on the member inside me, looking at the other guys watching the show while trying to get Bailey out of my mind. What the fuck was happening? Why was I suddenly so fixated on him? Sure, when Bailey and I were alone, the sex was really tender and involved a lot of kissing. He liked really long sessions, and particularly liked having me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, his eyes locked on mine as he gently fucked me. I had noticed he also liked me to come over and snog him when we were with others and he had decided to give up his arse. As I rode that toxic cock I realised I hadn’t ever seen him kissing anyone else, and during the work to do up our house, he had slept with me most nights until the bedrooms were all habitable. Whenever we had more than a quick bend-over-and-breed session, he slept in my bed with me. Shit. He was into me, and now I realised I felt the same. Fuck. I was here taking a second night of high-viral loads, and had just realised I had a potential boyfriend back at home. Yet, wasn’t this what I wanted to be doing? Yes, it was. Would I want to just be having pretty vanilla sex, even with a partner? Probably not. So what was I to do? Well, I was seeing this through and getting myself pozzed, that was for sure. Maybe I would just have to convert, see what the doctors said about meds, and then have a conversation with Bailey. Or…. He was one of those types who mostly topped, but once he had allowed one of the guys into his hole, he became a completely insatiable cumdump for the night. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to be used, but he suppressed it a bit rather than just embracing it in the way I did so openly. Maybe, with the right build-up, he would give himself over to it with Omar and his friends? My plotting was disrupted by the guy in me starting to thrust up to meet my bounces, and soon another toxic load was being pumped into me. When I dismounted this time, however, I did not choose another man to climb on, but instead made my way over to the fuck bench and climbed on. I wasn’t strapped down like I had been at Harry and Sid’s, instead just willingly positioning myself for anyone who was ready to fuck me. I didn’t look back at who was in me each time, instead just staring at the floor while I took multiple poz breedings and otherwise thought about what it might take to get Bailey in this room with me. Thoughts about bringing everyone along were on hold, with my focus being the guy I thought there could be something more with. After this next round of breeding, tiredness seemed to sweep the room and a lot of the guys drifted off to sleep sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t feeling like sleeping though, so I got a dressing gown out of the tall cabinet in the corner of the room, poured myself a glass of champagne, found a packet of cigarettes, and then headed outside. The air was chilly, but I wrapped myself up and sat down on a bench that seemed to be sheltered from the little breeze there was. I lit up a cigarette, and then slid down a little so I could put my head back against the wall behind me and look up the stars. Thoughts returned to Bailey, but I just allowed them to run. I did think about what he would do if he found himself here, whether he would run, or whether he would get down and dirty. I thought about what he was going to say when or if I told him about what I had been up to, and what it meant. I thought about one night we had spent together, when we had fucked a little but talked a lot, sleeping wrapped up together in bursts between the sex and the conversations. How was I only now seeing all this? I was out there for a while before Harry appeared next to me and sat down. “Are you OK son?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just thinking.” “You know” he said, “if you’re starting to regret this then you may still be able to get some PEP and be OK.” “No, it’s not that” I said. “I want this.” “So?” Harry asked. “I have a good ear if you want to talk.” I remained silent for a bit, before opening up to him about where my head suddenly was with Bailey. I was a bit all over the place, talking about Omar and Jeff, Harry and Sid, and my utter confusion at this being the time and place when I suddenly realised how I felt. I confessed my dread at telling Bailey about what I had been doing, what I was intending to keep doing, but how I also had this sinking feeling that I had to talk to him about it as part of having a conversation about the feelings we might have for each other. I barely gathered thoughts before I vocalised them, until I was all talked out and came to a stop. “You know” said Harry, after a while, “you getting pozzed up need not be a blocker to having something with this boy, even if he has no interest in following suit.” “I know” I replied, “or at least in principle I do. But what about what that guy said earlier about all the strains, the chances of PrEP and meds not working, and all that?” “That was just Jim being Jim” Harry said, smiling at me. “Yeah, we’re a bunch of toxic old fuckers, but we’ve all been on meds in the past without any issue, we’ve had boys on PrEP here who have not been taken down, and I think things are far enough advanced now that they will always find a cocktail that works.” “Oh” I said. “Well, maybe that’s something then.” “But, you will have to think about what you want, as I’m not sure a new relationship for guys as young as you will survive you heading out every night for anonymous cock” said Harry. “If you want to be with this boy then you may need to commit to him until such a time as you’re both in a place where you trust one another and can just enjoy life knowing you have each other.” “But what about the other guys in the house?” I asked. “I can’t see us just giving up all of that.” “Thats different” said Harry. “You’re both part of it already, you both know and love those guys, and if you find a relationship in that environment then it will I think be implicit that you’re both still part of the wider group. If anything, pulling away from all that might do more harm than good, given the bond you have with everyone.” “I suppose” I said. “Carrying on your shenanigans in public toilets, or parks, or wherever, is going to make the boy feel he is not enough for you” Harry said, “particularly with the services of all the other guys available.” “But what if he’s not?” I asked. “What if I need all that?” “Then you probably shouldn’t do anything even though you suspect there’s something there between you both” Harry said. “Leaving it alone will be a lot less painful for him than breaking his heart.” We sat in silence for a bit, before Harry tapped my leg a couple of times and then got up. “I’ll leave you for a bit” he said, “but when you’re ready, some of the guys are starting to stir and I know there’s a plan to DP you at some point.” He went back inside, and I went back into my thoughts. He was right, of course. What I realised had been coming from Bailey was a desire to be especially close with me, beyond what else went on in the house. He, I suspected, wanted to know he could curl up with me every night, and that there would be plenty of nights when it was just the two of us. But there’s no way he would handle me needing to go out and get fucked by anyone and everyone who happened along to wherever I had bent over and opened my hole. I wasn’t sure any potential relationship would even survive me coming clean about my anonymous antics along with the journey I had now embarked on with Harry, Sid and the other men, but I knew for sure it wouldn’t survive me continuing with any of that. Bailey had to be enough for me, and that was that. Only if he was actually into the idea of joining me for all this would there be any hope, and that would take some time. I had no answer for what I wanted, feeling conflicted between my heart suddenly trying to be part of my decision-making over just my arse, so decided to continue doing what I had come here for and deal with all that later. I got up from the bench, necked the last of my champagne, took a final puff on my cigarette, and then went back inside. Sure enough, in no time at all I was straddling on guy who was lying on his back on a mat, while another pushed his cock into my rear end as well. I was loose and sloppy enough by then to adjust fairly quickly to the double-stuffing, and then once comfy and starting to bounce a little to meet the thrusts of the guy kneeling behind me, I opened my mouth to welcome in a third cock. My head was a mess, soon my arse would be as well, but for now I was doing what I did best as I continued in my quest to become a toxic jock cumdump. All of the men there were, at some point, buried inside me alongside someone else. At all times I also had another down my throat, whether to get the man into the mood or to clean him off after breeding me. This overabundance of simultaneous cock seemed to be just what I needed to temporarily purge thoughts of Bailey from my mind, giving me back my cumslut mojo. I moaned and groaned, begged the guys to breed and poz me, and bounced as much as I could to get each pair of dual cocks as deep into me as possible. I willingly went down on all fours a few times to allow guys to push their hands into my gaping hole, feeling them nick my insides occasionally as they did their best to make sure I left absolutely riddled with the virus. When they were all done, I happily allowed one of them to push a huge buttplug into me. “Son” said Sid, helping me to my feet, “I think we’re all fucked out.” “You have so many toxic loads in you” said another guy, slapping me on my back. “It’s only a matter of time now.” “I hope so” I said, grinning. With that, the men began to disperse. Most were headed home, though at least three of them made a beeline for the house to sleep in spare bedrooms or on the sofa. Harry, Sid and I also went back to the house to get dressed again, before Harry went upstairs. Shortly after he came back down with Omar, who had not re-joined the party since my moment with Jeff. When he got down to the hallway he didn’t say anything, but just threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Then he was gone again, and the three of us left. They drove me back to theirs, and I joined them in their bed to sleep for what remained of the night. The next morning they both fucked one more load into me as I lay on my front, and then I showered and left. I had to stand on my pedals most of the way back as the bike’s seat was not a comfortable experience, and when I got home I slid into the house as quietly as I could and went straight to bed. No doubt Bailey was going to be on my mind when I woke up again, but for now I was exhausted, well bred, probably pozzed, and in dire need of sleep. To be continued

There's a night at Bunker Bar (which is a sex on premises venue, not a sauna) called FFC that is all about fisting. It's only once a month, though, so depends on when you're in town. Worth checking out their website, though, as they have a number of fetish nights.

I'll take you along. and breed you in front of others; then inviting others to breed you too. I'd be the perfect POZ Daddy enjoying my sleazy son being enjoyed by others!

I'm up for the challenge if I am spun, but there is a difference between a guy inflicting pain because he is huge as opposed to someone who is being sadistic and wants to hurt you. Having anal fissures can bring you sex life to a crashing halt if you normally bottom. A competent, well hung top hopefully knows what he is doing and can allow you time to become comfortable with his length or girth. If I get the impression that he doesn't know what the hell he is doing I am out of there, and I am a patient guy who doesn't normally "throw in the towel". If he's an experienced top, the two of you can figure out a way to make it work.

I was at an orgy a few Sundays ago. I could only hope for an exit like this

I had someone travel from out west to Florida, and in our messages he said he would be bringing some kind of HIV testing kit with him, and that would determine if we would play or not. The individual didn't bother to read my profile, which clearly stated I was positive, and when I pointed that out to him - he blocked me. He claimed to be in the medical field, though I question how accurate these "on demand" tests really are. I haven't read through the entire thread, but are there tests that give immediate results that are accurate, and are they available to everyone, not just medical professionals?

HIV test is not going to protect you from other STDs. I’ve done this with an old girlfriend, where we both got tested for a full range of STDs, revealed the results to each other, and then went home and fucked raw all weekend. But for a random hookup? Hard to imagine someone being so patient and waiting for you between testing and results. This is your best option.

This is so fucking twisted and hot! Can't wait for more!

I make them suck the first load out of my balls. Than I typically eat their ass until I was hard again; doesn’t take long. Than I fuck and breed their ready and willing ass. Something so sexy about seeding both ends has always been a huge turn on.

Should try Merrill Field Inn.

lol which is the part you are now sorry about? your protagonist is an illegal drug taking dishonest adulterer. are we now suppose to condemn him for also having a personal taste for well hung black men? 🤣 this is the fiction section. but should the woke police get words like "bbc" banned, we'll still have the majority of the fiction left to discuss rape, stealth pozing, older men emotionally manipulating naive teens, incest, etc. and all that will be fine just as long as we don't venture into morally objectionable areas like saying attractive men w dark skin and big D are 🔥 anyways, you did leave us with a cliffhanger. perhaps you can continue w the "sequence of events" storyline but make Reggie a multi-racial, polyamorous, gender neutral, entrepreneur who's fluent in sign language. 😜

I was in my pre-teens, maybe 10. We had built a fort in the weeds on an abandoned lot in my neighborhood.it was a secluded hangout place for other kids in the neighborhood hood. the first time I was sucked was by an older boy in his teens. It was me, the older boy, and my best friend who was also my neighbor. My friend was one year behind me in school. The older started asking me if I played with myself. After she explained what he meant, I told him no. Than he asked if I wanted to see something cool; yes I replied. That’s when he looked at my neighbor and pulled down his pants and took my friends dick in his mouth. Than he asked if I wanted to try; I did. it was a few years before I was able to shoot cum. Just so happened it was the same guys mouth I came in. He sucked and swallowed many a load from me until I was in high school and he moved away. I had found others to take his place.

I'm addicted to older men. I used to be a top. And always had sex with guys my age. But now my only obsession is to be bred by older men. Looks don't matter to me at all. I just need to be used by much older men. I'm really into rough, weathered skinny wasted men. Those are my favorite type of men. I love my holes being used by grandpa's. I'm turned on by fat very hairy men too. I love feeling their hairy balls on my chin as they pump their cum down my throat. I am insatiable when it comes to old daddies. Wasted old poz men turn me on so much. I'm on prep but willing to be bred by poz men over and over to really test how effective prep is. Ultimately I feel I'm heading down the road to dropping prep altogether and letting a group of old poz men poz my slutty ass up once and for all. Just submit to them. Let them cum in me over and over all night and for days until they get me pregnant. I know I can't resist much longer.

We were both in middle school and he was my best friend. I had a sleep over and we were playing Double Dribble on the original NES. Yes, I'm that old. He dared me that if I lost I had to suck his dick, and vice versa. This wasn't exactly out of the blue. We had been jerking off together for several months. I intentionally lost because I really was dying wanting to taste his dick after seeing it so many times before. I easily won the second game. In all honesty, I preferred sucking cock that getting my own sucked. Later that same night, he wanted to "practice sex for when we were with girls" 🤣 So, I lost my virginity that night as well and also had my first French kiss when he was fucking me on my back. Very fond memories of him. We were "together" for the 3 years of middle school before my family moved away. We were never "officially gay" and merely just practicing. But, in hindsight, I think he was my first love. I still wonder if he ever thinks about me and our 3 years together.