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This is a 5 month video but I thought it was hot to see a daddy breed the twink, deep inside, moaning and kissing him while he breeds his hole. Starting at minute 25:00 the hot daddy is starting to get very turned on fucking the boy's pussy. Heavy pounding by minute 27:00, by 28:00 his balls must be blue from how horny the daddy is and he's feeling his load ready to explode. At 29:11 comes the hot question "Do you want it?" [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/85148/stepdad-breeds-beautiful-stepson/

I went to a leather club down in Fort Lauderdale and I just wore a white see through g string. It took a little while but when it got late I kinda hung out around the pool table and it was dark and guys cruising by checking out the ass. I was pretty stoned and high as a kite and I had just taken a hit on popers from the guy across from me when I felt a man come up behind me and pull the string aside and get his finger in and then pretty soon he was trying his hand. I took another hit and was in the middle of the rush when I felt him push in and grab my ass. The guy that was on the other side took my hands and pulled me flat to the table and held me there. I am not sure but at least four guys fucked me. After they finished I was kinda stumbling around in the back bar area and another guy came up and said where do you think you are going bitch and he turned me to the bar and went in right there. Again, my feet were off the ground and I just had my hands on a bar stool to balance. I know he and two more fucked me and then I got pushed down and sucked several more.

I have been filmed sucking cock or getting fucked a few times. I am okay with facial but most of the times have been mostly POV. I was in a fisting flick once too.

I am a BBC slut for sure. I will do anything for a BBC. He/they can jam it down my throat or up my ass or both if more than one. I love to take it down my throat for a BBC stud top. If he slaps me around a little like a little hoar that is so much the better. The last BBC had me on my knees and when he finished banging my throat he peed down it as well and then all over my face and ass. And then he put me over a sofa and fucked me with my feet up off the ground. And he fucked me hard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am curious if anyone would know. I know every body experience with the fuck flu is different but is there a corolation between during the encounter if the poz guy is more viral, will that make a higher likely the fuck flu of the newly poz guy (bottom) be worse?

Penn Station has a ton of safety concerns, like people being thrown in front of oncoming trains by MICA (Mentally Impaired, Chemically Addicted) people, and open, rampant drug use. It's a real mess down there, plus all of the construction. Because Penn has amazing access to all of Long Island, it's a major drug transport hub, which is what I suspect ICE was actually going for.

So that's the hook? There were plenty of potentially homeless "read undocumented immigrants" hanging out there? Thus, the Gestapo arrested not only the undocumented immigrants, but took the boys in for good measure? What goes around, eventually comes around.

The concept of "money" is that it can be traded for whatever thing we happen to need. Thus, if a guy with something of value (oh, a place to live, for instance) wants something another guy has to offer (oh, maybe a hot raw hole to breed, for instance) commerce is ready and waiting. Cold, hard cash is only a contrivance we humans have invented to facilitate the transactions of our daily lives. "Cash" just makes it simpler, easier to "buy" what we need, The concept of trading X for Y remains unchanged. It's merely the vehicle - the method of payment - that comes into question. Trading housing for on-demand raw hole is not all that different than trading a dollar for a loaf of bread.

Chapter 14: The Book of Elias Trevor’s private office, Clearbrook University Medical- Steighn Research Building. 1020 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX Elias sat atop the medical table with his legs dangling uncomfortably, the paper covering beneath him crinkling noisily as he tried to find a comfortable part of the hard blue cushion. Trevor sat at a cart/desk which held a computer and its monitor in a most awkward way, clicking through several screens and remote connections that Elias couldn’t see. “All right,” Trevor finally said. “The lab just confirmed receipt of your blood sample, and we’ll have the results in a little while.” Trevor opened a new document, and said, “Now, babe, be completely honest with me: tell me everything you’ve experienced since returning from your mission.” Elias sighed loudly while he tried to recall all the unusual occurrences. “Let’s see… I can hear and smell everything much stronger. And I feel physically stronger, like, abnormally stronger…Um… when I was in the shower, I… sorta hit the wall, and the tile cracked. Don’t know if that’s relevant. When I looked in the mirror, my eyes were severely dilated, and I shit you not, I swear I could see the veins beneath my face.” “Weird,” Trevor said flatly as he typed. “Go on.” “There was the sweating this morning, and disorientation. You saw those. My spit seems thicker, too. I noticed it when I was bent over the kitchen sink and spit out that goober.” “Interesting.” “What else, what else…” Elias struggled to remember more. “Oh, and my teeth seem kind of sharp, too.” Trevor stopped typing, and looked at Elias with a raised eyebrow. Lines began to form in his forehead. “Your teeth?”, Trevor asked, bewildered. “Yeah, they just look different. I know you’re not a dentist, but that seems abnormal. Didn’t I just get a crown put in a couple months back?” “You did, babe. We’re still paying for it,” Trevor added with a gentle smile. Elias winced, not sure if laughter or even a chuckle would be appropriate. He raised his upper lip with a single finger. “Here, take a look. It's not supposed to be this pointy or sharp.” Trevor wheeled his stool over to Elias who was holding his mouth open. Trevor didn't see anything unusual, but when he touched a finger to a molar, it did indeed feel sharp and ready to slice a finger at a slight graze. Trevor said nothing, but wheeled his stool back to the desk, and resumed his entries. “My speech was pretty slurred last night when Toby and I waited for the cab,” Elias recounted. Trevor entered this detail as well. “As for how I physically feel… horny. Definitely horny. Like I could screw for days.” “We’re gay. It’s a given.” Trevor said with a wink. “What else?” “I feel ten years younger,” Elias continued. “No joint pain, no muscle pain, not anything that could be a hurt. Like I’m super-caffienated, but without the hyperness and the jitters. And like I could take on the world.” “I … don’t think that’s a symptom of anything.” Trevor entered the information anyway, no matter how irrelevant it may be. “This may be out of your field,” Elias began with concern. “I keep hearing a voice in my head.” Trevor stopped typing, and looked at Elias, alarmed. “You’re hearing voices?” “No, just one voice,” Elias explained. “Like someone’s in my head. Telling me to do things. Remember when I tried to fuck you on the table? That was one of those things. And I heard the same voice when we were in the bedroom and I got sick. And when Tex – Toby – was bent over in the fridge.” He stopped, and tried to recall another instance, but decided that was enough examples. Trevor slowly resumed typing, fearing his new husband might have a mental disorder. “I think that’s everything. Oh, and my urine smelled funky this morning.” Trevor finished entering the data, and silently reviewed it on his monitor. After a minute, he said, “None of these things sound like any sickness I know of. And this started after the smiler, as you call it, scratched you?” “Yep.” Trevor sat blinking and pondering, but came up empty. “Hmm.” More silence. Finally, he said, “My initial prognosis is that maybe it's all just a reaction, not necessarily an infection, and it could subside after a day or two. I really can't say more than that until we see your blood work.” Elias expected neither more nor less. —--------- Helixion Genetics, South Passage, Ground Floor. Building 3, Security Room. 1032 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Zero had been watching the building’s external camera feeds for the past hour. A swarm of people in medvac gear had been setting up holding tents and quarantine through the night, and now a dais had been erected. It looked to be set up for some kind of conference or briefing, and without the benefit of audio, Zero could only speculate what it was for. So far, the door of the room had held, and Zero spent the night in here undisturbed. He would occasionally check the feeds for any sign of his comrades, but there was nothing for most of the night. Once in a while, one of the monsters would be out on the prowl, but they didn’t come near where he was holed up, so it wasn’t a concern. Only one thing caught his interest for a brief moment: an external camera from the parking lot showed a few seconds of footage where two figures came from out of the frame. One was clearly supporting the other who was limping along with his foot dangling in the air. Zero couldn’t make out their faces, but he had a strong feeling that it was two of his men. They hobbled off into the woods and were gone after only a short sighting. Zero barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he kept seeing the assault and brutal violation of Patch and Pixel. When the whole facility had gone quiet and still, Zero managed to nod off for at least a cat nap. His rations were good enough to keep him in here another day if he needed it, but with the forces outside and daylight, Zero was convinced that the worst was over, and he’d leave this room very soon. He wasn’t going to use the PA system to alert them to his presence, lest he be considered hostile and a threat. Recon and stealth were his specialty, and those were certainly needed skills right now. He took a peanut butter protein bar from his front pocket, and unwrapped it, chewing slowly as he watched the outside crew in their various tasks. Familiarizing himself with the layout of the facility through the cameras and where everyone was, sneaking out undetected wouldn’t be easy. Waiting them out wasn’t exactly an option, either: his rations, what little he had on him, would run out, and searching the facility for food or water wasn’t safe. Zero continued watching the feeds, hoping for some indication that it would be safe to go. His team didn’t have all the intel going into the operation, leading him to posit that he couldn’t trust other forces, especially where General Krell was involved. Then he saw something curious on one monitor. A second team came into view, and they didn’t look like military of his own branch. Zero’s stomach clenched when he recognized the uniform: SWAT. Like a swarm of locusts, a team in heavy tactical gear and gas masks emerged from a van, each carrying standard military issue weaponry. Zero knew he was trapped. Time to go!, he thought. Zero grabbed his webbing and bergan, and after unbarring the door, he left the room as fast as he could. They’ll be here before I know it. If I hide and sneak out as they’re coming in… That would be the best option. Capture would most likely mean interrogation for intel he didn’t have, or getting subjected to testing, or possibly being shot on sight. None of these outcomes were appealing. Zero began to run through the corridors, his mind racing the whole time as he tried to think of a suitable hiding place. I have to survive. Someone has to corroborate Reaper and Tex and Gravestone, and I can’t be seen here! Hide! But hide where? You don’t know this place. Zero came to a stop in his tracks. He was now in Accounts Receivable, and no doubt the SWAT team would search the ground floor first. I need to get to higher ground, buy myself more time. Then he looked up. Higher ground… Yes! A smile broke out on his face as he figured it out. Zero climbed on a desk, and then carefully balanced on the top of an office cubicle divider. He was at the highest elevation in the room, and pressing against the ceiling tiles, he made an opening. The tile was pushed inside the ceiling; after tossing his bergan up into the rafters, and a simple jump, Zero pulled himself up inside the space between. It reminded him of when he did so the previous night when he hid from the smilers while Patch and Pixel were attacked. The smilers hadn’t detected him then, and maybe he could fool the SWAT team as well. He quickly replaced the ceiling tile, and just as he did so, he heard a familiar hissing below his position. Shit, they’re gassing the place! Zero left his bergan and began to scurry along the steel frame inside the ceiling support. A couple minutes passed, but the smoke was already rising up into the ceiling. Zero then knew he couldn’t maintain his position - he would be knocked out before he found any exit, and up here, he was practically running around in the dark. His pace began to slow as the chemicals began to make him unnaturally sleepy, and his limbs became too heavy to move. This can’t be the end. Too bad. I was looking forward to those seashells. Zero tried to stay awake, his eyes burning, and his breathing became laboured. Exhaustion and the chemicals in the air finally caught up to him, and he keeled over, and crashed through the ceiling to the foggy room below. Zero landed face down on the hard laminated floor, and passed into unconsciousness. *** “What did you find?” “A man in combat gear, Sir. According to records, his name’s Lieutenant Mason Hawke. Part of the Black Sigma team. Looks like he was hiding in the ceiling.” “Status?” “Alive but unconscious. What should we do with him, Sir?” Silence. “Put him in with Blaine and Cosgrove. He… could be useful.” “At once, General!” General Krell appraised the unconscious Zero on the floor, and then turned back to the soldier. “Anything else to report?” “Nothing, Sir. He’s the only body we found.” “Damn it. Keep looking. Dismissed.” The soldier gave a sharp salute, and left. Krell’s mouth twisted, almost into a snarl. “That’s one more for the experiment. But where are the others…?” —-------- Trevor’s private office. Clearbrook University Medical - Steighn Research Building. 1052 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. The phone on Trevor’s office desk rang, causing both of them to jump as Trevor quickly reached over and grabbed the phone. Activating the speakerphone, he set the phone to the side, grabbing a small notepad and pen. “Hey Dr. Kade, it’s James down in the lab. I just wanted to let you know we have some critical levels to report,” the bubbly sounding male voice said. “Sure, I’m ready, go ahead,” Trevor said, looking up at Elias before readying his pen. Elias did not meet his gaze, instead looking at the floor with shame and concern. “So, the CBC is showing a massive spike in total white blood cells at 27. Hemoglobin is at 21. eGFR is… huh… this has to be an error, just says high limit. Cholesterol is…. Wow, this guy must have like no body fat, it's at 14. Never seen one that low. TSH is 0.2. We’re still waiting on total counts, but the respiratory PCR panel was negative, same with the liver panel, normal sepsis workup was negative on all growth, but we won’t have that finished for another day or two. D-Dimer is normal…” Trevor only nodded, quickly writing down the numbers with a calm demeanor. The words sounded like Greek to Elias, and he just sat back and watched as Trevor continued writing. “Wow, sounds like this guy is a meathead… Testosterone is 1790. Jeez, buddy, take it easy on the gym juice, am I right, Doc? Drug screen is completely negative. Oh, we went ahead and added in an STI workup as part of your standing orders. It’s finalizing now,” the bubbly voice said, continuing to mumble under his breath as he read off various other letters and number combinations. “All right, let's see here… CT and GC non-reactive... TB Gamma is 0.03, Hep B surface antigen is non-reactive, same with the Hep C antibody. HIV RNA still is waiting to come back since that's a send out, but it does look like the p24 antigen is detected. Did you want me to go ahead and add on a Genosure with it? We can also run a CD3, CD4, CD8 if you want.” Trevor froze with shock, and locked eyes with Elias, saying nothing. Then he returned to the notepad. Then raised his eyes again in disbelief. “God, that … doesn’t seem possible…” Trevor’s voice trailed off. “I, um, yeah, that’s fine. Thanks for the rush on that, James,” Trevor said, looking shocked and confused as he spoke. “Any time, Doc. The girls on night shift wanted me to tell you thank you for the pizza the other night.” “Uh… yeah sure. Any time,” Trevor said, before finally taking the phone off of speakerphone and hanging it up. “What is it?” Trevor didn’t answer. “In mercy, tell me what it means!”, Elias said in a near-panic. Trevor licked his lips, as if about to give voice, but still said nothing. He couldn’t comprehend it. They both had blood tests before, even shortly before the wedding, but Elias’s results were nothing like this on previous screenings. Confused, he made a few clicks in the chart before finally printing out the results onto the small printer in the corner of his office. “Honey, you’re scaring me,” Elias said with trepidation. “Explain to me what they said.” Trevor still didn’t answer, didn’t know how to begin. Unable to stand the suspense any longer, Elias snatched the paper from the printer, and looked for himself. Trevor finally found the words to speak. “I don’t get it. These numbers and the timeline, it doesn’t make sense. You were literally negative a week ago and on the test we got before getting married. The p24 doesn’t even show up for at least 16 days. Babe… just be honest with me… How long have you had HIV? And why the hell didn’t I know about it?” Sure enough, Elias turned to the second page, and found the accusatory words right there. “P24 HIV PROTEIN: REACTIVE.” Elias could only drop his jaw in stunned silence, and then, dropped the pages to the floor. “Baby, I’m sorry,” Trevor began to say, trying not to cry himself. “I don’t understand it. The numbers make zero sense. There must have been a mix-up in the lab. We double-check, don’t worry. It’s rare, but something could have happened.” Elias started to break down into a quiet sob. Trevor took Elias’s head in both his hands. “Honey, I trust you, okay? I. Trust. You. This has got to be a mistake.” Elias didn’t stop sobbing, the tears already streaming. “I love you,” Trevor reassured him. “I’ll be by your side, no matter what those test results say.” Then a revelation hit him. “Waaaaait a second…” Trevor returned to the desk without sitting. He looked over the symptoms Elias had described. “I thought so.” He poked his head above the monitor, hoping Elias would meet his gaze. “None of the things you describe, except for the sweating part, is a symptom of HIV. And that sweating could be any number of things. You’re still taking the Truvada, right?” Elias started to feel relief wash over him as Trevor’s explanation started to make sense. “Yeah… I don’t miss any doses, and you know I don’t play around. ” Trevor smiled kindly. “I know, babe. I believe you. That’s why I said it’s just not possible.” Trevor resumed his seat, hiding his face from Elias. What the fuck kind of mistake IS this? The machine shouldn’t take HIV antibody proteins for anything other than HIV antibody proteins! Trevor scanned his badge on the security device next to the computer, logging him out, and stood up. “I’m going to go have a talk with the lab, see if … I don’t know… Just stay here, this’ll be cleared up in a jiffy,” Trevor said hurriedly before dashing out the door. Elias wiped the tears from his face, and slowly picked up the fallen papers. He examined the second page again, and as he did so, he could clearly imagine Trevor giving the lab tech an earful. His mind began racing, and only two instances stood out as being potential infection moments: the scratch from the smiler, and the hookup with Todd. I think I can rule out Todd, Elias decided. That was just hours ago, not enough time for anything to be transmitted like that and show up on a test. That left only the smiler from last night, and Elias knew even less about that situation than he did about Todd’s sexual history. He decided it might not be the best time to tell Trevor about his infidelity. No use making this worse. Fuck, Trevor must be as terrified as I am right now. Shit… Trevor… Elias started to be slightly suspicious of his husband. But… no, that doesn’t make sense. Could he cheat? On our honeymoon, maybe? Or sometime before that? Could I have got it from him, and this is all just a smokescreen? No, the Truvada again. I don’t miss doses, not ever. Neither does he. Elias let out a low sigh of relief. Well, at least my husband’s not a cheater. I, on the other hand… He needed to put a stop to that hypocritical judgment and negative thinking. Trevor re-entering the room stopped it for him. Trevor closed the door quietly, and sat in the chair next to Elias, and just held him in both arms. “I’m afraid there was … no mix-up. It’s your blood, there was no cross-contamination with other samples, and … I don’t know… it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before…” Trevor started to shed his own tears. “I’m here for you, Elias. I love you, and I won’t desert you. Swear to me that you didn’t cheat on me!” Elias gulped. Face the music now or later. After a pause, Elias answered. “I swear.” He hoped his lie wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. —- Helixion Genetics, exterior. Quarantine camp. 1141 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Tex stood before a large yellow tent, only beginning to second-guess the plan when he saw the setup. People he didn’t know by their faces simply buzzed about, all engaged on different tasks and errands as the camp came to life, and paid him no attention. He looked up at the big Helixion building number 3, and memories of last night’s shitshow poured into his head. He inhaled sharply for a calming breath, and tried to remember the first steps: find the General and get checked in, then try to find out what happened to the others. The first task took care of itself as a decorated older man approached him with interest and slight suspicion. “You, sir! I’m General Anton Krell. Do you have authorization to be here?” Tex nodded twice. “Sure do,” making sure to lay on the Texan accent. He started to put his hand out for a friendly greeting, but remembered to salute and stand stiffly at attention at the last second. “Lieutenant Tobias Vahn, virologist and containment scientist, Sir!” He shot a crisp salute to the General, who returned the salute half-heartedly, as if Tex had overdone it but still stood on formality. “At ease, soldier,” Krell said in a low voice. “I know your name, but I don’t recall you appearing on my list.” He turned to an accompanying officer and said, “Get me the most current version of personnel, and tell Officer Truman to come back with you.” The soldier gave a salute, and left the two of them together. “A virologist, hmm? Very useful,” Krell said, narrowing his eyes slightly. “What is the situation, General?” Play it cool, Toby. You weren’t here last night. And I’m betting he doesn’t know any different. “Black Sigma Special Ops Team entered the facility last night at 20-hundred hours for a retrieval and rescue mission for the scientists of Helixion Genetics,” Krell answered. “I personally established contact with Commander Nathan Briggs, but it seems the men have gone away on their own accounts. They stopped responding to comms with several acts of insubordination, and all communications between us ceased by zero dark. I’ve heard nothing from inside since asking for an uplink to interior security footage, and we lost contact shortly thereafter. They’ve gone AWOL, and SWAT teams have gassed Building 3 to neutralize any hostile forces.” “Hostile forces, sir?” Tex had to bite his tongue to keep from lashing out. “These are just scientists. Do you think their contaminants and specimens got loose?” “One did get loose, Lieutenant. Attacked two of my men, and ran for the road when it ran into a truck. Caused a major traffic jam while we contained it and cordoned off the area. It’s in custody now, along with the two men we found inside the lab.” This piqued Tex’s interest. Two men? One was probably Zero. The soldier from before returned carrying a tablet, and accompanied by another soldier who Tex took to be ‘Truman’. “Sir, the personnel list you requested,” the soldier said loudly as he handed the tablet to Krell. Krell took it without a word, and after a cursory review, Krell was satisfied. “Welcome to the team, Dr. Vahn,” Krell said approvingly. “I thought you were assigned to Black Sigma for last night’s mission?” Play it cool, Tex! Remember your alibi and what Trevor told you to say. “Originally I was, General,” Tex began, choking down fear of getting caught or making a mistake. “But I twisted my ankle earlier in the week. I was teaching my niece to ice-skate at the arena, and … I’m so out of practice, and twisted it by accident. So I asked to be reassigned to desk work and not active duty while it heals. They took me off the mission, and here I am, sir.” “Mm-hmm,” Krell answered, again studying the tablet for this information. He didn’t entirely believe it, but there was nothing to contradict the story, and it sounded plausible. Tex’s body language didn’t give any hint of untruth. Krell cast his eyes down to look at Tex’s feet, wondering which one it was. Neither one looked particularly injured, but a twisted ankle after a couple days usually didn’t require any visible support like crutches. “All right,” Krell said, handing the tablet back to the soldier. “You two are dismissed. Vahn, follow me. I’ll show you around.”

There was also a national feeling in Germany that the Treaty of Versailles, ending the First World War, had fucked the German nation over royally - and there was some merit to that notion. Obviously, "the leader" (translated into English) worked that angle to the enth degree as well as fanning the flames of racism into a fiery hatred. Add in the thousands of SA hooligans (whose leader, Earnst Roehm, was a ravenous gay man) enforcing the dictates of "the leader", and presto: A once proud, liberal nation, foremost in advancing the liberal arts, the humanities so magnificently, became what it became. If it can happen there a century ago, it can happen anywhere.

No but I had a landlord that bred me once cause i couldnt pay one month. then i payed him and he bred me anyway lol

Today I got to work and did my usual Grindr browsing, nothing to serious mostly chatting, when I get a message from a guy saying he’s nearby and wondering where I am. I tell him I’m at work next door to his location. He responds with “what if I wander over to the bathroom there and you come in and I blow you?” I tell him the bathroom isn’t very private but if he wanted to come by earlier the next day I could. I didn’t get a response so I went outside to take my smoke break. About halfway through my break he walks up to me. A gorgeous black man 43 5’ 10” 150lbs not jacked but definitely works out with a shaved head. He introduces himself and we chat for a bit as he brushes his hand across my pant boner, I do the same to him and then my horniness takes over. I tell him to follow me as we go inside the store. I take him into our stores training room which you need a key to get into. Once inside we make out for a bit then he drops to his knees and as soon as I pull down my pants he’s sucking my cock like he needs it to breathe. He’s taking my full 7” cock down his throat as I hold his head to my crotch giving him a good skull fucking. About 5-10 mins later I say I’m going to cum, all he does is nod as he takes me balls deep and swallows my load. I shot a good 7-8 spurts of cum down his throat. He stands up and pulls his pants down to reveal a nice 7-8” thick cock. I think that it’s my turn to blow him but he turns around lubes his hole with some spit and shoves my cock up his hole. I fuck him as he keeps pushing his ass back matching my strokes and not long I’m cumming again up his hole. He pulls off and sucks me clean. We make out a little longer before we exchange numbers and he leaves. It was definitely a surprise fuck to me because his profile said vers/ top and mine says vers/ bottom and he only talked about a blow job but I’m not complaining lol. We have plans for him to cum by again tomorrow morning for round 2.

LOL ... you always manage to come up with such delicious metaphors 😄

Fuck yes. I hope you have several chapters of pozzing debauchery in your head and soon posted here.

The advise given here is excellent, however there is one thing neglected. You need to surrender your hole to your wants and say to yourself, "you want this". Your mindset is the key to overcoming any challenge, apply that and you will prevail. Give in to your wants, and surrender your hole to your top. Let him know that you trust him to give you that beautiful gift of pleasure that you so need. Let us know how things turn out, I know we all look forward to hearing of your joy.

You, and just about everybody else. 😉

I am very much like you. Every chance I get, i find myself in a motel room offering my bare ass and searching for breeders. No questions asked, just pump your cum in me. I love the feel of bare dicks inside me and I love the sloppiness of my ass. I always want more and I know that there is no going back. For me, I suspect that my actions will lead to a line that will be crossed.

I'm throwing this question out there as a topic conversation given changes I see both online and in-person. Please be respectful of everyone else's choice. I've left this open for a month.

If you are off PrEP and still taking loads, you are chasing whether you want to admit it or not. I agree with what you said earlier. You are eventually going to give in.