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After about 10 minutes, the doctor comes back into the room, and removes the headphones. Telling me, you’ve probably not been able to accept the “gift” from your partner because the virus really needs to get into your bloodstream. He tilts the table head up so I can see better, and takes out what looks like a test tube cleaning brush, but the spines are made of metal. He inserts it into my ass, twisting, turning, pumping in and out until it’s dripping with blood. Now that’s a more receptive hole he said. But we like to be thorough and make sure you get at least two entry points for the virus. He puts a rubber band around my upper arm, and cleans off one of my surface veins. The assistant brings over a portable intravenous stand. The doctor inserts an IV into my arm and connects a bag that’s got a slightly clear yet reddish colour. This is one of our special formulas for your conversation therapy. It’s a mixture of saline fluid to keep you hydrated, it also contains a healthy dose of Tina to keep you spun at the right level all the time, and half a litre of HIV infected blood. He then pulls out a small syringe and injects into the IV feed tube what I now was a very strong dose of Tina. My head rolls back as the sudden rush hits me. I believe you’re ready for the first breeding room now. The doctor and assistant pull me off the table, and bringing the IV stand, I’m walked down the hall to the next room. More to come soon.

That's a hard no for me. But I'll vote for Senator Eric Swallowswell.

My preference is randoms. Yes, regulars are fun but more than once I've had a regular fuck want to turn our casual hookups into a more romantic relationship and that's just not me. I'm upfront about being aromantic but it can't be helped. More importantly, my favourite sex is where I'm essentially being used by a selfish top who doesn't care if I get off. Very easy to find a random guy into that.

Count me in too

Very interesting! I love reading and hearing about real life stories just as much as fictional tales. Maybe more so actually!

Truthfully, no, but yet somehow get absolutely rock hard if you don't care about my wishes and make all your studly manhood fit down my throat. ...and of course I insist on seeing your throat bulge out as I hipcheck mine into your throat as well. Nothing gets me harder.

climbing into a sling now w k i. my hole 🐷🤛🏼👅💭

I'm VERY into it as long as it's affectionate and fun, and not abusive. Dads should show their sons the ropes. And I know how much I lusted after mine from quite an early age. He was hot as fuck.

Eric Swalwell

Mmmm I like this story. It turns me on 💦

I've been to Yellow Facts several times and it's always hot as hell. Very busy, pissing everywhere. Mixed crowd - young and old. Lots of fucking as well (mostly bare, though condoms are available). If you're into piss, this is definitely the place to be. Easily the best piss party I've been to.

There are some very strange facts in the case. 1. The ksat article¹ reports that a lady drove Jonathan and his husband, Tristan to their former house, and was waiting in the car when the neighbor-killer pulled up and parked behind her. Jonathan and Tristan told her that they would be back in 5 minutes as they where just there to pick up their mail but when they saw the carcass of one their dog along with its leash placed in clear view they became emotionally distraught, according to Tristan's statement on FB. It does looks like the dogs carcass and leash was placed there by someone. The property has had multiple calls to the police. The fire happened in January and I doubt if for the past 4 months, no one saw it or got rid of it. Surely the fire department, the police, or subsequently arson investigators would not have missed such a sight. Also, Jonathan and Tristan would have visited the site their home many times after the Fire, and this was the first time they witnessed that horrible Auschwitz like artifact. Thus, it looks quite likely that someone put the dog there deliberately for Jonathan and Tristan to see when they came. Did someone know they where going to come there? Why did the neighbor-killer drive to the Spot. Since he lived close-by, why did he have to drive. Was he trying to rush to the spot to see Jonathan and Tristan's reaction to their Auschwitzified dog. Also, he clearly managed to put his rifle into his car and then took it with him before the confrontation with Johnathan and Tristan. All this clearly show Intent - a premeditated intent and plan to kill. No one leaves a rifle in the car in a regular neighborhood like the one Jonathan's Joss burnt down home was located in. 2. I looked at one of the FB posts² to the husband, Tristan. and it almost sounds like a veiled threat to me. Why did this individual have to write such an insensitive post. Surely law enforcement/ authorities could have showed up at the bereaved widow's door and passed this message instead of posting what looked like a public threat. Jessica Anne Martinez Jonathan Joss opSdsteornuau6l40  l5t09gm54102t1h8 :3aeft5a2M9iJ1Pc 99c71an · Hello Tristan Kern de Gonzales, I messaged you privately here and on your personal page. The coroner has been attempting to reach you for the last week to claim Johnathan’s body. The deadline is this Wednesday. Please read your private messages to find my phone number and call/text me with an answer on your intent to claim the body. If not, we will take care of it. 3. A few days before his murder Jonathan had attended a reunion of the cast/stars of King of the Hill. He was not invited even though he played the immensely popular John RedCorn but choose to go anyways, and did announce himself from among the general public and proudly declared the fact that he was a gay man. The horrible people of King of the Hill brought in security who escorted him out³. Isn't is just plain sad that such a successful show would treat one of its actors so cruelly. Where the Power that be of Hollywood and King of the Hill upset that Jonathan had spoilt the legacy of the character John Redcorn who in the show was a heterosexual womanizing stud by coming out as gay. Was this killing a result of trying to take care of him? ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ¹ ² [think before following links] https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19dXuCkewB/ ³ "As Joss moved away from the mic to go back to his seat, that's when security told him he had to leave and he exited the theater calmly and cooperatively," the onlooker says, adding that the panel got "back on track" after this.[think before following links] https://people.com/king-of-the-hill-jonathan-joss-escorted-out-of-atx-tv-festival-2-days-before-death-11746968

OMG! I can't stop masturbating to this story! I'm jealous of these fictional men. I wish I could find someone like Nathan to poz me.

Around my ankle or calf is my usual spot

I have been going there for some time, with a big pause during COVID. In fact, when visiting Toronto, I found it more fun to ignore a hotel and and rest / play at the bath house. I got loaded up in March and will be back for Pride. Cheers!!

love this story

It can be pretty hot from what I know. Follow the trails. Pay attention because police come very often and sometime there are weirdos too

Eagle opened up recently and has a small darkroom. Open after a certain hour. (10pm?) Green Lantern doesnt have a darkroom but upstairs it can be pretty hot and people have fun on the dancefloor or on the corners.

Before HIV, there was the unfortunately named AYDS Diet Plan (no kidding)! RUFF Lessons: First Story here and I’m not going to ask you to be kind – It is not in my nature, please be brutal, especially if it pleases you. For that innocent reader, there are some life lessons of mine which I have diaried in the ‘Book of Dick’ which I have edited to toss out irrelevant data such as remove the top from 35 MM Film Canisters when you shove it up your virgin ass (BEFORE) you insert because (if) the top comes off you will have two fissures of slices as you try to remove the cap. Twinks today are unlikely to ever have one in their possession so – you know – jus sayin. That advice is moot, and so is most any advice unless it is collaborative or substantiated! So, first story here on Breeding Zone, I have lost a lot of precious bodily fluids wanking to Breeding Zone and while I have read and understand the rules, I know that truth is stranger than fiction and truths plus learned behavior and observation affect us in funny ways. I have also led a ping pong ball life of trial and error and despite being lucky I would have really benefitted by mentoring from a gay daddy early on but no such luck (sigh). However, also having a masochistic streak, I usually enjoy Hard Lessons (at least after the tears have dried). Nevertheless this is a work of friction. This a beginning. Perhaps not (the) beginning which started around Kindergarten when I learned the effect of silk on the thigh, or in elementary school where I was electrified by leather. But in a (Southern) Baptist community where spouses do not fuck standing up else someone might think they were dancing the need for caution was obvious. As I was looking to enter military service, The often drunk National Guard Recruiter missed an appointment, the Air Force was a weak consideration, my technical School Teacher in Advanced Electronics was miffed that I had looked into the Navy but for the Advanced Electronics Program, required an initial 6 year enlistment - (4 Yrs with an agreement to extend) which I declined: Being from Missouri, the Coast Guard was not even on the RADAR even though I now know they have to be proficient at multiple professions from the start of their career; No. I was a sucker for Marines! I did not stand a chance! My Recruiter took me for a ride in his Shelby Mustang, and his Gunny took me for a ride in his AC Cobra. I was Happily Doomed! Still, they did not screw me, and the military entrance processing at the time was brief. I was nervous as fuck at the Kansas City MEPS having carelessly smoked a joint a few weeks before, and nervous again if they were going to ask this cocksucker if he had ever sucked a cock of stuck his dick in an ass (m or f), it was still called sodomy in those days). (Guilty on Both Counts! (fortunately it never came up). I suppose worse still would have been a question of if I had ever longed for a cock up my ass. Fortunately the father knows best 'MEPS' Doc simply asked if I liked Girls which I replied yes, of course, A horny Teen will often use any available hole, but for me it had been cocksucking from early in my slutty hobby and Rosy Palm of late. Delayed Entry and IRR build up / prep prior to Boot Camp consisted of excitement, worry, anticipation, dread, joy, and back to excitement. On my Senior Trip to the Nations Capitol, while other Varsity Studs snuck away for some beer, I snuck away to the Leather Bar where the bouncer gave me the side eye (I now know he was cruising me but he also had a job to do). Still this was before 1985 and with a military ID – even one as insignificant as mine would get me in most places. In the dimly lit bar - I was a startled bird and chickened out after blowing a load in my BVDs. After a strenuous Summer of hiking Philmont, sucking dick at the Adult Bookstores three towns over, and a lot of caving & wanking, I went to MCRD San Diego for Marine Corps Boot Camp and there was little to no wanking. Yes, there was exhaustion, perhaps they did put salt peter in the food, yes, there was real mortal fear of being found out and prosecuted so I did my best to not fall behind and especially not to stand out (too far). Despite some surprises such as being told I qualified to be inserted into the Freshman Class of Cadets at Annapolis because of scores and my performance in Phase I and II of Boot Camp, I honestly stated that to succeed at the Naval Academy requires a lot of prep and I surprised my Platoon Commander by requesting the advice of my Senior Drill Instructor which surprised both of them. My query on his OK was to state that I am not a quitter, but I recognize that being ill prepared to jump into such a slot was a formulae for failure. I don’t know about other times, but my high score on the Edson Rifle Range at Pendleton as well as one other, I could see that I had impressed my Senior DI. There were other non-vocalized considerations but I made the right choice and it was not held against me. Despite all physical, chemical, and fear factors, morning wood appeared often with no real opportunity to rub one out. At Graduation, I was a tick ready to pop. Any chicken tendencies had been paved over with resolve and training but pressure was on! I was able to release my load(s) at my familiar adult bookstore but again I was a man who had never been fucked. Waves of horniness could only be partially subdued by wanking and trips to the ABS. After Christmas Break, I reported to NATTC Millington, the former home for Naval Aviation Maintenance Training where a new cautionary experience was to present itself. A student Marine was caught masturbating and it certainly did not help matters that his last name was ‘Bates’. For weeks you could hear the mocking hallway laughter with shouts akin to marko-polo except in this instance it was Master-Bates! Such cautionary considerations tempered my desperation but I was lucky in that NAS Milling was close enough for me to have driven there from my home of record. I became addicted to ABS’s, even the slightly vanilla ones in Tennessee and Missouri. The urge to get fucked was a heavy burden but there were other considerations. If a Marine got Gono or Syphilis on his tool, it was just an embarrassing trip to sick call. If a Navy Doc found it in his or her ass, it was sodomy and a quick career ender. I kept my ashes hauling status in check through cocksucking and avoided any Rocks and Shoals. This turned out to be justified when after A School, I deployed to the IInd Marine Airwing on the East Coast with C school and a coworker who had confided his brother was gay got caught with Syph in his ass and got a Bad Conduct Discharge. As a balance between service to country balanced with my carnal desires, I stuck with ABS’s and Toys which was harder than it sounds. As I completed C School Training and became fully MOS qualified, I had learned to keep my indiscretions over 100 miles from the flag pole. Gay Bars were an extreme hazard since CID and NIS agents would frequent them looking for military haircuts. Anal insertions were woefully inadequate. Cocksucking pitching and receiving was a band-aid to my lust, I needed more. I was reaching out for what I did not at the time know - to become a pushy-demanding-bossy bottom pig slut Marine (as it turns out). When the cops raided and closed the ABS that was not too close to the duty station, not too close to home, this goldilocks had to find a new place to spread her cheeks and receive her pollen. I found it halfway between Knoxville and Pidgeon Forge in a seedy ABS. The parking lot was promising – there were no blue base stickers denoting officer’s cars, we were not near any military base, but there was one red stickered vehicle denoting enlisted POV. NIS and CID would not be using (or so I assumed) such a marked vehicle. In the video arcade area there was a FIT young kid with a military haircut and crutches. This did not put me off; Long before the internet there was a thing called porn addiction. Limited good material and closed supply chain issues meant many ABS’s would have some of the same films and I had been previously mesmerized by the classic porn film called Sothern Comfort. This is where an injured kid in a van has hot sex with a grocery helper from a supermarket. I was a sex zombie, I found an open booth and kept the kid in my field of vision. I’m sure I had a desperate come hither look and he approached. As he entered the booth, I asked him to fuck me but told him we needed to use a rubber. He nodded and I slid my rubber on his member after I sucked it to hardness and turned. Unskilled and awkward, with differing heights and a leg in a cast, we simply could not make it work. Later, after buying tickets into be back theater, I found walls with ass-wide cutout gloryholes. I was a maniac trembling with lust. A cute young guy with a porn mustache and long hair was looking at me, I looked at him and whispered will you please fuck me? And his smile was like a sunrise and his erection was his answer. I quickly rubbered him up and here is where my lack of training and no mentorship changed my ass forever, I then put a rough rider (studded) condom on and he looked at me quizzically. I stood and turned and with no prep I was sawed into like a hacksaw blade was fucking me. I did a gasp and said take the rough rider off! And he did which instantly felt better, When he was done, I instantly turned to thank him and there was his bloody dick staring at me! In my started state he shoved his bloody cum and ass covered cock into my open mouth! I was so stunned and so appalled at what had happened I went on automatic., cleaning and sucking his cock. Previously I had fucked a Sailor in a Virginia Beach ABS Bathroom and had lost my pitching cherry, but this red bloody mess of having my anal cherry popped left me in awe. I had experienced how abrasive studded condoms can be and the ecstasy of Risk and Raw Bareback! The drive on to Cherry Point was a pain in the ass, but I drove with a satisfied mind.

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If you’re in the area and interested in knocking me up please hmu. My DMs are always answered promptly. Thanks have a good day.

Believe it or not but I met a guy on Locanto yesterday. He replied to my ad. I thought he would just send a message and ghost me but we planned to meet up at my house and he actually showed up. I got his dick out of his briefs and put it in my mouth without hesitation. He was a grower not a shower. The shaved nub went from about 2.5” to 6.5” in seconds. Nice and thick too. After trying to jam it down my throat for a few minutes he told me to stand up and turn around. He dropped my shorts and bent me over the couch. Spit on my asshole and fingered it in and then just jammed his rock hard dick in. He fucked my hole like a demon for about 10 straight minutes and finally asked me where I wanted his load. I told him he could use my ass. A few seconds later he made a balls deep plunge and held it in deep. I could feel his dick pumping his load in deep. Finally he pulled it out slowly and I held a few fingers in so I wouldn’t make a mess. He followed me to the bathroom and I stuck a little toilet paper in between my cheeks and he washed up quick. I have never had anyone fuck me that good. He groped my tits and worked over my nipples the whole time he was breeding me. He said he loved my big tits and nips on his way out the door. I didn’t mention that I was on estrogen for the last 2 years lol. Surprise I got another message from him today. Next visit we will have more time I think.