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The thought of hit randos is hot but so many of them turn out to be disappointing. At least with regulars, you know that you’re on the same sexual level and know you’ll have fun every time

my fantasy is to be used by a group of largo poz tops for a week end . taking any load they offer RACE# and COLOR BLIND

I've had a bit of a teaser of mine on a couple of occasions. It's to be bent over, with a long line of guys behind me to take turns to fuck and load me.

Happy Birthday 🎂 Thanks for all the hard work @rawTOP and all the moderators and thanks to this extraordinary community 👍 Have lots of fun 🐽

Wishing BZ a very happy birthday! Truly a great website for those of us with kinky sexual desires/tastes. Thank you to the administrator(s) and moderators for their efforts/work to provide us with a safe and welcoming site where we can explore and express ourselves. Here's to many more years of BZ!

My experience has been that wearing a jock at a sex venue indicates you want fucked, so probably not appropriate if you are only wanting to suck, but perfectly acceptable if you are a flip fucking pig. Here in Portland we see guys bring a bag of jocks and underwear to model at the bathhouse, they put one on make a circuit through the club and then change into the next. My observation is that they have no interest in bottoming and a couple of them that I've asked about it seemed to have no idea that jockstraps and assless underwear at a fuck venue were a signal that you wanted to get fucked in other regions.

Get drugged at a bar or walking down the road to the point I’m completely knocked out. When I wake I’m tied down with a blindfold. They are already fucking me raw. I have none safe word and they do what they want to me. This would happened for 3-4 days straight before I was released.

I like trying to take cock no lube just spit. The biggest I’ve taken so far like that was 10.

I fear that Lilly has irrevocably altered my path in life try as I might to fight the chaotic current that she creates. I’ve taken to affectionately calling her Lilith now as she has become the source and instigator of my temptations. Unsurprisingly, Lilly has embraced her new moniker with wicked delight. An impish smile already seems for slyly form on her delicate lips when I refer to her as Lilith. If ever there were an opposite to me, it would be her. She grew up largely unsupervised in Chicago. Her time was spent exploring all the city had to offer—both the good and the bad. She was worldly and wild in my simple eyes. When I showed up to our dorm room, I was quick to say hello and introduce myself. She took one look at me and smiled. She walked right up to me and palmed the giant cross necklace I had around my neck. “That’s adorable,” she said with her jade eyes looking directly into mine. I was stunned and stood there motionless. “This little trinket won’t protect you here from all the corruption and evils you’ve been warned about.” I must have had a look of abject horror and unbridled fear. Lilly let go of my necklace and quickly let out her vibrant laugh. “I’m just playing with you country girl,” she said while taking my suitcase. “How did you…” I started to ask. “Cowboy boots. Jeans during the hot-as-balls summer. Shirt that says Jesus Saves. Plus that giant cross and doe-eyed look of purity you have.” There was an awkward pause. I couldn’t tell if she liked me or mocking me. “It’s not a bad thing, Jessica. You’re going to have a helluva time discovering the real world now that your outside of your little bubble.” Several weeks had gone by since our initial meeting, and it was clear that Lilly had taken on the role worldly educator when it came to me. I wasn’t entirely opposed to it either. I was definitely a fish out of water starting college so far from home. Having Lilly as a bit of a guide gave me a sense of being grounded in the surrounding chaos. We were together in a private study room in the library going over all of our notes for an upcoming exam. As we took a break to eat our little, packaged sandwiches, Lilly diverted our academic conversation to how I lost my virginity. It was a quick story. I lost it at a summer, church retreat. I told her that while I wasn’t expecting some earth-shattering experience for my first time, I did expect to feel something. I hadn’t. I confided in her that it wasn’t really anything. It was just this thing that happened and then it was over. “Maybe you’re a lesbian, Jess,” she said with a little giggle and smile. She leaned to the left hard enough to bump our shoulders together playfully. “I...I don’t think so,” I said. “Would your god disapprove if you were? Your parents?” she verbally poked. “My parents would uhhh not be happy if I switched to being gay.” “You don’t just turn out gay, silly. You’ve always been one way or another. You just may not have realized it.” “Hmmm,” I replied considering her words. “Besides, maybe you’re bi and your parents will only be half disappointed,” Lilly said with a teasing laugh. “Have you even kissed another girl?” “Like KISS kiss? No. That wouldn’t of happened where I grew up. Have you?” I asked already having guessed what her answer was going to be. “Of course! Not a lot, but yeah, I’ve kissed other girls. Sometimes I’ve done more than just kiss them.” The way she said it. There was this raw sensuality as the words left her lips. I could feel my cheeks burning. I found myself...curious I suppose as to what exactly more than kissing entailed. Lilly leaned in closely towards me. “Would you like to kiss a girl?” she asked with sparkling eyes and a soft smile. “Would you like to kiss me maybe?” “I…” started to answer when I felt her right hand touch the side of my face. She pulled me towards her. Before I knew it I felt her soft, wet lips pressing against mine in a delicate kiss. My heart skipped several beats in that moment and then began to beat a mile a minute. She grasped me more firmly and I felt her tongue slip between my lips and find my own tongue. The smell of her floral perfume wafted into my nose and bewitched me. Our tongues began dancing as her fingers teased my ear and played with my hair. It was then that I realized my pussy was on fire. My clit ached and throbbed under its denim prison. We ended making out for almost ten minutes before our heads separated. My entire body and mind was alive and tingling with feelings that were entirely novel and a little scary. Oh my god...was I a lesbian after all? Ah fuck...I can’t be. It goes against everything I was taught growing up. But Lilly...that kiss...oh god why did it have to make me feel so good? “I gotta go to bed,” I stammered while standing up and shoveling my things into my backpack. We walked back in silence to our room. When we got back, I quickly pulled my jeans off taking note of my completely soaked panty. With my t-shirt in the hamper, I slid under my sheet and stared at the ceiling still dumbfounded by what just happened. Suddenly, Lilly crawled into my bed under the sheet. She was completely naked. “What...wait...what are you doing?!” I whispered. “You said you wanted to go to bed and continue,” she whispered back. Her knees slipped between mine and she spread my legs apart. As I felt her hand sliding down my stomach towards my nether region, she began passionately kissing me again. He small, milky-white breasts with tiny, hard, pink nipples pressed against mine. Her hand deftly found my hungry slit, and two fingers quickly slid inside me. “You’re so fucking hot and wet. Your little cunt is on fire,” she panted before resuming our kissing. As her fingers hooked inside me and began their search for my pleasure spot, I felt my hips bucking and grinding. “Ooohhhh fuck,” I moaned probably more loudly than I should have. Lilly withdrew her pussy-coated fingers from my panty and shoved them in my mouth. “Shhhh!!!” she admonished softly. “Not so loud my eager slut.” I nodded with her fingers pressed against my tongue. “Now clean my fingers off, pet,” she whispered. I began licking and sucking my own intimate juices off her slender fingers. Tasting myself for the first time was mind blowing. Just being fingered for the first time almost made me pass out. If I’m completely honest, I wasn’t a girl that had ever masturbated. I don’t really recall that my parents or our church expressly forbade it. It was more like we were told to remain chaste and pure of mind, body, and spirit until we met our husband or wife. Plus, I didn’t have access to porn where we lived. My computer time was to be used only for school and was monitored by my mother. And it’s not like I had a lot of time to think impure thoughts. Between helping on the farm, school, sports, and a little, part-time job, I wasn’t really able to have idle hands or an idle mind. Additionally, I wasn’t allowed to even fully shut my bedroom door let alone shut and *gasp* lock it. Even my showers were somewhat monitored. What I thought were efforts to prevent me from wasting water or driving up the electric bill for the hot water heater, I now realize were about making sure I didn’t have enough time to discover or enjoy my pleasurable bit and pieces. “Do you like how your pussy tastes?” Lilly asked. I nodded quickly. “Good girl. Will you share with me? May I have a taste?” she asked with her now infamous impish smile. I eagerly nodded again. I think I was expecting her to finger me again. Instead, her pixie-cut, red head disappeared below the sheet and I felt my panty sliding down my thighs. The next moment her tongue pressed gently against my slit and I bit my lower lip to keep from wailing like a banshee. As the tip of her warm tongue worked itself inside of me, I reached down and placed my hands on the back of her head. Without even really thinking about it, I began grinding my hips and pulling her pretty face into my cunt. I could hear her muffle giggle as I did it. “Fucking hell, Lilly,” I moaned softly in blind ecstasy. I lift up the sheet and our eyes met. Her tongue was still lapping up my leaking nectar directly from my delicious fruit. She looked so incredibly sexy eating me out. “I think...I think I’m going…” I whimpered. “To come?” I bit my lower lip again and nodded while I looked at her. “Then come for me, Jess. Come while I suck your clit.” Lilly ran her tongue from the base of my slit all the way to my clit ever so slowly. I was going insane. As soon as she began sucking my throbbing clit, I let go of her head and grabbed the below below my own. I put it over my face and screamed into it as Lilly brought me to my first orgasm ever. I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest it was beating so hard and fast. My legs shook and hips bucked uncontrollably as wave after wave washed over me. “Stop...stop...I can’t take any more, Lilly...please…” I begged her. I put the pillow behind my ahead and pulled on her face. She slithered out from under the sheet. My wetness covered her entire face. I could smell the scent of my sex the closer her face moved to mine. “Sorry,” she said shyly. “I got a little greedy with how yummy you are.” I pulled her in close and kissed her deeply—tasting myself in her mouth and on her lips. I felt her own pussy against my left thigh as we lay there in bed together naked and sweaty. It was like a wet furnace against my skin. “Would you like for me to return the favor?” I asked while stroking her hair as her head lay atop my breasts. “Do you want to?” she whispered. “Mmhh hmmm.” “Mmmhhh,” she moaned softly. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to pleasure me, baby. Plenty of opportunities.” Lilly let out a tiny yawn. “I’m so comfortable in your arms like this. Let’s just sleep. We have an exam in like four hours if you recall.” “Oh yeah,” I giggled softly. I kissed the top of her head and cradled her close as we drifted off to sleep intertwined.

That’s is hot

if your father isn't getting it from your mother or someone else, he probably would be willing but needs a bit of encouragement. after a few beers or tokes dads are like any other man that is just looking for a throat or hole to take their load so you may need to make the offer.

I put in bathhouse and bath house. Love watching amateur bathhouse sex. Hate the professional stuff claiming to be filmed in a bathhouse when it’s obviously not. Sadly as fewer people are going to baths, there aren’t many new videos i also like Milf, Daddy and Son, felching, resort (for sex at gay resorts) You?

I recently hooked up with a guy who looked so familiar. He was an amazing fuck. Afterwards we talked for a while. He told me he had been an escort (interesting stories about how 50% of those who hired him didn’t want full on sex.—More cuddling and talking) and had done some porn. He told me that porn took so much time and energy (including making sure your body looked tight). He mainly did it advertise his escorting. It was funny when he’d be walking in public and guys with their wives and families would have the look of recognition on their faces. I asked him to please show me his porn—but he said he hated the way he looked while fucking and refused to show them to anyone. I guess I’ll have to look for them myself.

A favorite memory when I think I was 14 was fathers day when dad took me to a playground where there were several fathers with their kids. Dad sat on a bench and had me sit on his cock as he pulled it out of his shorts as several other dads watched. After there was enough attention he pulled out and shoved his cock back in in shorts and I followed him to a more private picnic bench where I took off my shorts, laid me on my back and held both my ankles in one hand and fucked me. He then let a few others fuck me while he stroked his cock watching me get used. I have chatted with so many that wish their dad had used them too and yet have not trained their own sons for which they too will have the same wish later. Having sex with dad brought us closer and felt like a bond for life that only fathers & sons can have.

Still very much a random vs regular guy. The more variety the better. It's why I prefer sex at the sauna, rather than 1-1 at someone's place.

Happy Birthday BZ! 🥰 BZ is not only a site, but a real community. BZ has changed my life, at helped a lot to find my way to myself and my freedom. I joined BZ almost 7 years ago, “minutes” before my life I lived until almost unexpectedly collapsed. BZ had a crucial role in survive. Thanks for this of course not only for the site but all the people who helps run it, especially to @rawTOP

For a long time, my visits to the sauna were generally spent in the darkroom or in stand up glory hole cubicles, arse against a hole. Recently though, I've spent a fair bit of time on all fours in cubicles with the door open, showing off my arse to everyone walking by. My local sauna has a corridor with around a dozen of them facing each other. As I sometimes have a fair few guys showing an interest, but other times none at all, I'm curious if tops prefer seeing a lubed/wet hole or one that's less obviously been used. Last weekend it was pretty wet and only one guy walked into the cubicle to use it. Obviously crowds are different every time, but I'd be interested to know what you top guys generally prefer. and how you like the bottoms to be. (Moderator - apologies if I have duplicated a post about this. I couldn't find anything similar)

Happy Birthday breeding.zone! And many thanks to @rawTOP and all the moderators .. and all the users who have come and cum and cum!

Has anyone been recently? Any tips on the best times? Heading to Tokyo next month.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I first joined Nov. 2010. Thanks rawTOP for all of the hard work. Thanks to all of the members who keep the site going, and the cum flowing.

Happy Birthday!!! It's a great site. I enjoy being able to share comments and enjoy other members' posts. Thank YOU!

Happy birthday Breeding Zone, wish we could have RT orgy with all the BS pigs to celebrate!

May there be many many more!!

Happy Birthday and Thank You all for the contributions through the years

We have all like done this in some form or other. I was at a bathhouse and had a great time, especially, with a really handsome beary guy. He was such a powerful top and a phenomenal kisser. The next day, I had brunch with my friends, a straight couple, and they brought along the wife’s brother who was visiting from across the country. Lo and behold, my sexy bear! We, of course, pretended not to know one another. I offered to show him around the city for the weekend—but he spent most of it in my bed.