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OK, enjoy - Sticky Situation Continued- My state of awareness changed gradually like the pre-dawn light as the non-partying world awakes to start their day. At some gradual level I became aware of soft voices and fingers massaging my hole. At some point, some level of awareness of perhaps I had something I needed to do. Moments or hours later, things snapped into coherence, and I opened my eyes with no real understanding of how I had got there. I heard a voice but my vision was still a little blurry - Good, I was starting to think he was feigning sleep, but it is tough to fake a respiration rate and resting pulse without giving away some telltale signs. Richard? You with us? Some slivers of memory were still trailing along… Had I been moaning? I blinked into awareness and asked “where am I”? In my field of view were Dad and Adam. Who was at my hole? Dad said you were exhausted and after some brief play, you simply passed out. Burt had felt you fading some and stopped at a rest stop instead of the cruising trails a little way further down the road. A little play and you blissed out. We put you in the car and are now in town. I Thought it best to have you checked out. Good move said Jeff, as he removed his fingers and stuck his bare dick in my ass, some wear and tear, but you are normal (well, normal for you). Balancing sex and drugs can be hard, you might have realized you needed focus during your workshops, but it was not left to chance. You needed to be clear headed enough to learn and retain your crash course in being a poz boy. Son, I am proud of you. There are some youngsters as well as those no so young that are such addicts that they turn to sex as a tool to get more drugs. But on the flip side - some use the drugs to make the sex better. You found the zone, I think you will be happy with the path forward. I was on my back, legs up on Jeff Bruckner’s shoulders as he plunged away. Richard, your little rosebud has bloomed into quite a flower. My response surprised even me, “Stoke me verbally any way you please but keep fucking me”. Glances were exchanged and Jeff asked me how quick did you see though the ass medication distraction from a few weeks ago? I was still groggy but responded. First session, but I was afraid if I let on, you would stop. I love your dick. Jeff responded with a grunt and released his load. He grabbed a mirror and moved to show me my new look, an angry puffy gaping hole with a trail of cum flowing out. I raised my ass a little to stem the flow. Jeff laughed and said Richard, so are such a natural slut. My eyes widened as a slight pocket of gas produced an amazing cum bubble. Adam, always the cinematographer cursed that he should have been filming. He held the mirror over a little and patted my pussy at first like a puppy, and then did a sleight of hand pass like a magic trick and stoked my cunt closed like he was stoking a real cat. The change was a puffy closed portal where the cum was no longer dribbling out. You are already a jock so you know about the exercises that will strengthen each group of muscles. However, you are still a gifted amateur, so it is best to not try crunches after something like we just did. Unless of course you intend to put on a show. You have an appointment on Wednesday afternoon at 4:30 with Dr. Fardshisheh, Adam put the reminder in your phone. Now, you have a full dance card at school this week so let’s get some caffeine and breakfast! A few hours later, I was still flagging. Apparently being passed out and cum drunk is not as restful as sleep. There were thigh, back and glute muscles that were making objections all day long. As I went to my Psych 101 and General College math classes, I was in two worlds. On one hand These seemed pretty basic but hinted at dark complexities later in AP Senior Classes. On the other hand, they were thrillingly absurd such as statistics, geometrical progression, and breathtaking considerations. Whether or not my DP counted as two fucks or just one, of the many times I had been fucked I had in effect slept with millions of men. Sometimes, single dickings, sometimes multiple fucks by the same person. Over the very short time I had plunged into the deep end of this wonderland swimming pool to I had been fucked how many times? I started to attempt to tally the numbers and failed. That is when I realized the professor was asking me a question. I asked if he could please repeat the question? “Let me rephrase, what is the likelihood you will pass if you do not pay attention”? My expression was an adequate guilty answer. As the Proff went on, I was cursing to myself shit! Burt was right. I needed to stay focused. As the day ended without any more blunders by me or Earth shaking events affecting me. I did notice the Athletic Director and some of the Coaching staff frowning at me as I mechanically zombied my way through my Sports Department Duties. I stayed post practice as I was scheduled to help with gear and cleanups. After my gear duties were finished, I stripped and got into a therapy tub. My muscles thanked me and I drifted in the heat and froth until a staffer snapped ‘stop jacking off I need you’. I startled and managed to utter what even to my own ears was an outraged but guilty sounding objection. The staffer laughed and said, jus fucking with you kid. Wrap it up but I do need you in 5. My face was red but he had already turned to leave. Now what do I do? Finish my wank? If not, how do I lose the boner that became rampart at the thought of being caught? I upped my speed and only received a tingle of orgasm as my balls and soul were still depleted from the weekend megastimulations. Maybe a spurt and an ooze. At least my boner had fled as I climbed out, pulled on my running shorts and padded to complete my tasks, the locker room smells and wet floor reminding me of Burt’s piss wet dungeon floor my dick was unable to respond to the thoughts. The cafeteria late shift hours were just about to end when I rushed through and grabbed some fruit, juice and yogurt. I was able to coax the last dregs of a peach smoothie out of the smoothie machine and a bottled water. Whatever energy reserves I had left were fading away as I unlocked the dorm room door. On the bed opposite mine was the Dickerson kid who had the dorm room to keep his parents in the dark but had been shaking up with his girlfriend at her off-campus apartment. Ralph said look what the cat dragged in. I mumbled hey, and flopped onto my bed and went to sleep I woke with an urge to pee and something else. Taking a moment to place my surroundings – oh, my roommate Ralph Dickerson was jacking off and panting. I went to the floor shower room and relived myself. Some things Burt had said on being ‘baited’ had surfaced. Regardless, I had much better looking men in my life – better looking inside and outside. I went back to my room and went to sleep. Tuesday morning I had an over easy egg on toast, fruit, and some OJ for the sugars. This was a light class day but a heavy subject I had learned a new respect for. Chemistry. In HS I had stumbled though acids, bases, reactions, bonds, etc. This was Freshman Chemistry but it was College Chemistry 101. Core Requirements that would work for a Bachelor of Science or a Bachelor of Arts Degree. College prep had covered an overview of both tracks, how to not overload, how to not underload and have remaining requirements pile on in 3rd and 4th years to add to the regular stress most any college student has to deal with. I found myself paying close attention for several reasons. I appreciated Chemistry now, and not just because it was a spectacular sideshow to my sex life, but also because it pulled aside the curtains of the biochemical circus that had erected a three ring show in my body. I felt the stirring of an erection but tried to quell my inner POZ slut and focus. At afternoon Athletic Department Duty, I had on loose board shorts and a jock underneath, but I would occasionally realize I was tenting even then. I went about my duties under a little strain and had already decided against getting some muscle therapy in a tub. After my duties were over I hit the Gym and found what I was looking for – an endorphin high with a little sweat stank and a little pain management by inflicting paid across the board. Today was not a maintenance day, today I was tearing down so I could build something new. As I got ready for bed, zoning out on my own thoughts; Ralph out of the blue blurted “I heard you were gay”. Really? I replied. Something was raising the hair on the back of my neck. I added What gave you that impression? He countered, I was just thinking maybe you could help out a roommate? By now I realized something was definitely off. I replied someone had been pulling his leg. There is a lot of that going around you know pleased that I was quick enough to refer to his masturbation without out being too overt. I went to the showers but also had my phone in my ditty bag. I was thinking of calling Burt but first called Adam. After I had recounted the situation and conversation Adam said a lot of new gays can be awkward, but this does sound off. Wait, ignore anything else, don’t get baited into any action and I’ll call you or message you. I showered, put on some baggies and went to the lounge. About 30 min after I had called Adam, he messaged me back. ‘Trap’, don’t get baited. He went on a social media tirade; seems his GF is dating another girl now and he is blaming everyone but himself. Watch your back, Bro! Working on it! I was somewhat relieved, up to now, I had not turned away any cock even the diseased old dick of what I had come to think of as ‘my troll’. Rather than return to my room right away, I continued to explore my gifted phone. For some reason (very surprising considering my addictions to sex and drugs) I had never felt attachment needs with a smartphone like my peers. As I explored the apps, I found hookup tools and when I looked in my posted profile found many things I knew to be true, several things that had not yet been covered in my POZ Cumdump 101 Workshops and were totally outside of my experience. I was distracted and dismayed by the thought that until I burst in on my brother with his streaming show, I was an oblivious jerk. Did my brother know me more than I knew myself? It was clear he knew me better than I knew him. Another app caught my eye: CatcherDAR. WTF? Maybe my lil bro did not know me so well. Some of the toggle elections were slightly mysterious, Maybe my geek brained brother was assuming the intuitive nature of the selections. There was a PozPing and a SilentRunning selector toggle. As I toggled back and forth, I noticed a P blinking on and off in the tiny map window. There were some “c’s” floating on an overlay of the basic local campus outline. There seemed to be several in the woods by the athletic fields. I took a deep breath, then in flipflops, boardshorts, and armed with a phone with an app programmed by my genius brother, I dropped my soap bag in the trash and went out into the night. not the end…..

Depending on the locatio, of course, that may not be any fault of yours. If it was at the tubs or some fuckjoint, you could have adjusted the supports, couldn't you? If it was at some guy's home or other private place, you're fully within your rights to be comfortable while servicing your lusts as well as the lusts of others. No responsible Top would want you to be uncomfortable, they'd want the opposite; that's how we get "repeats".

I'm poz, on meds and undetectable. Do I like it it? Hmmm... it's one more thing I have to deal with as I get older. It is nice to get fucked without worry though which is what I had before prep came onto the scene. I get tested at Dean St (lovely people btw) every 6 months ( more often if necessary) when I also get another 6 months supply of Duvato (the meds I'm on). But I'd say I would still get regular tests even if I wasn't poz became I'd be on prep.

Yeah, a lot of positions are no longer on the menu.

Just because we might have a physical or mental disability, it doesn’t mean that we have no sexual feelings. Many even in the medical community believe that disability community are sexless. Trust me, we mostly all love sex. It might have to be done differently in some cases, but we are also sexual beings. Please don’t ignore us. If nothing else, at least approach us and say hello.

My partner was paralyzed in a car accident when we had been together for about four years. Fortunately his fun bits still work for the most part. He was a total bottom before the accident so the loss of some sensitivity in his cock isn't a huge barrier, but there are times when he'll let me know that he isn't going to be able come. To me it didn't make him more or less attractive. There are some guys out there that are devotees that are into people with disabilities but that really turns my partner off. To have someone fetishize him because he was crippled in accident is off putting. There are a lot of guys that will stop chatting him up online when they realize he is in a wheelchair and that does fuck with his self esteem and self confidence. He definitely gets less sex because of being in a wheelchair.

Have been a visitor to Breeding Zone for awhile so thought I would drop a post in the Regional forum to see if there are other locals in the Las Vegas area using the site. While I'm always interested in meeting new guys for fuck buddies/playmates, I am hoping to connect with another Las Vegas local who is roommate hunting and would be into finding one who'd be up for a "roommates with benefits" type of thing. I'm a 55yo gay guy who is into sucking, getting sucked, glory holes (LOVE a private/in-home glory hole!), fucking, breedings, groups, long stroke sessions (would be fun to find someone else who likes this to join in), bareback porn/poppers training videos, 420 (makes me horny as fuck), nip play, toys just to mention a few. If this caught you're eye and you'd think this could be a fun arrangement, please shoot me a private message here on the site and we can see if we have similar things in common.

I'm very warm, white male but I appear softer with my saloned long hair..( see my selfies ).. I live in Los Angeles. Seek matured only retired bi sexual men really who are serious about offering to use their lips to hold or leave my cock inside their mouth for extended time instead of bobbing their heads.. I am being real and honest about this..I am showing who I am here. If you could send me a message please, at; niceskinny at y-a-h-o-o dot com all one word is the way actually to send note of your reply.. how I showed here the way to reach me is incase they don't allow a way to reach directly. I hope you can reach me since I am ' unattached " and wishing for regular bi sexual retired types as they have free time during weekdays, anytime to meet me in Los angeles just for fun really. I work nites in housekeeping for a large busy factory overnite, grave shift full time so if you have days free, you must be one who is really retired. I'm 6'1, wt; 135.. and these are " just " a few of me, taken from different times.. " I do change my hair color & tones in salon "..as a male here. U can see in my underwear selfies that I'm a male clearly. But you can get a real sense of my " lifestyle ".. Maybe once you reach me direct you and I can share more.. I have fun shooting selfeies' of myself and these here are the " tame " selfies...I do have more undressed ones too. I'm ronny...not a kid for my age; 43.. Its the makeup I have on...in some.

I hookd up with a guy that wore a leg prothesis. His leg was missing from mid thigh down. It made no difference to me. He was a great fuck. The only limitation was that he could not fuck me doggy style.

When you get cataract surgery, they will have to do some workarounds as a result of having taken flowmax. I found alfuzosin much more effective.

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First, a cumdump has to have a clean hole. I had many ongoing fuck buddies who would breed me periodically for several years, and I think one reason for them coming back for more was that I always offered them a clean hole where to deposit their load. I would also say that when a bottom doesn't care who breeds him, he's a getting to be a cumdump, when all he wants are loads, any load. At the sauna I often see bottoms on their fours waiting for cock, but they are picky about who fucks them. That type of bottom is not a cumdump.

I love finding used condoms. There's a cruising area near me, I go there almost everyday. This is today's score, it was stale yet tasty and creamy. Felt really good up my asshole too.

Part 2 - Another breeder I continued to suck her cock as she pulled the mask off. "Enough of the mask for now. I got what I wanted to film initially. There will be more later. For now, I want you this way." She grabbed my hair and started to pull my head into her growing cock until my mouth was at the base of her cock. I started to panic as I felt like I was going to gag. I started to squirm and she pushed my head back until just the head was in my mouth. My panic eased. "Let's go again." She pulled my head until I was at the base of her cock again. "Relax. You will get used to it." I tried to relax but started to feel panic. She pulled back slightly again and then pushed again until I was at the base of her cock. This time, I was able to stay at the base longer before I started to gag. Again, she pulled back. She waited less time for me to adjust before pushing her cock back into my throat. Again, I tried to relax for as long as I could until I started to feel the panic again. This time, she didn't pull back until I started to really squirm and then she pulled back. I gagged and she immediately pushed back into my throat and held me firmly by the back of my head. "You are learning to be a good cocksucker. By the end of the week, you will be an expert." With that, she released my head and pulled her cock out. "Get on your back, slut. Legs up." I moved back and turned over on my back as she moved around me. She got in between my legs and moved close. She started to smack my caged cock with her engorged cock. "Look slut. See my real cock smacking your useless clit." I looked down in awe of her amazing cock compared to mine. She pulled back a little and pushed my leg back and she lined up her cock with my fuckhole. "Ready to get bred again, slut?" Before I could answer, she pushed the tip of her cock in. "Yes Mistress." "Good slut. Not like you had a choice anyway." She chuckled as she pushed the rest of her cock into my fuck hole. She moved in closer until her body was over mine. He face towered over me. "Open your mouth, slut." I opened it and she immediately spit into my mouth. "Swallow the first of many juices you will be getting from me, slut." A big smile came over her face as I eagerly swallowed. She started to slowly fuck me. Her cock felt amazing inside me. She released my legs and brought her hands on either side of my face. She stared down at me as she continued to fuck me. She had a look of satisfaction on her face. She brought her hands to my throat and squeezed slightly. I didn't feel any panic - just lust. Her gaze became more intense and her grip tightened as her fucking became more frantic. "Take my precious seed, slut!" She squeezed tight enough to cut off my air as she slammed hard into me. Her eyes closed tightly. She was overwhelmed in ecstasy. I started to panic as she let go of my throat. I gasped. She stayed still for a moment and then slowly pulled out. "Turn over on your stomach, slut." I turned over until I was flat on my stomach. She moved off the bed and returned. She spread my ass cheeks and I felt her poking my fuckhole. Then, she pushed something in. It was a buttplug. "Gotta keep those loads in there, slut." "Thank you, Mistress." "Relax for a few minutes, slut. I've got to clean up." "Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I felt her climb off the bed and heard her close the door on the bathroom. I laid there and thought back to what had happened so far. I got bred twice and her loads were still in me. She told me that she was poz. Was that true? Was she just saying that to increase the intensity? Even if she is poz, she is probably on meds. What if she's not? Doesn't mean that I will catch it. Should I tell her that I can't do this any more? Would she understand? But it was hot. I really enjoyed it. "What do you think, slut?" I realized that I didn't hear the question. "Uhh. I'm sorry, Mistress. Can you repeat the question?" She chuckled. "Of course, slut. I said that I am hungry and we should get something delivered. Do you want room service or something else?" "Ahh. Whatever you wish, Mistress." "OK. Let's get something else. Let's see what is around." I got off the bed and grabbed my phone off the side table. I sat on the side of the bed and she sat down next to me. She was wearing a black latex bra and skirt. I opened Uber Eats and we looked through the various choices. We both chose something we wanted and I placed the order. "Looks like we have about an hour. In the meantime, what hookup apps do you have on your phone, slut?" "I have Grindr, Sniffies, and BarebackRT." "OOOH. You are a slut." "OK. First we are going to place a party ad on BarebackRT. Then, we are going to browse the other apps. After we eat and get prepped again, we are going to keep this party going. Lots of tops out there need to be serviced." "Yes Mistress." I logged into BBRT on my phone and went to the party ads. She told me what to put. "submissive bb btm slut with multiple loads already in my fuckhole needing more. Come to my hotel and breed me. Dump and go welcome. No loads refused. " I submitted the ad and immediately got an invitation request. It was from Mistress. I immediately accepted it. "There. That way they know I am here too. Now, let's check out the apps." I opened up Grindr and Sniffies and checked out who was around. There were some interesting looking guys but who knows. "Some decent possibilities. We will pursue them more once we eat. While we will be focusing on getting you bred, don't be surprised if I breed or get bred too. Understand that while I may allow someone to breed me, you will not be getting that luxury. You will be bottoming only. Also, after I leave, I want you to keep trying to get bred this week. I also want you to tell me about it each day. Only rules tonight and for the rest of the week are: 1. no condoms allowed - bareback only. 2. no loads refused. You should willingly accept anyone that wants to breed you. 3. the cage stays on at all times. 4. you are not allowed to cum unless you have an orgasm from being fucked only Understand, slut?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. How long until food is here?" "Looks like it will be any minute, Mistress." "OK. Slip on pants and a shirt. No underwear and go get it." "Yes Mistress." I pulled on my pants and shirts and slipped into my shoes. I grabbed my wallet, phone, and room key and headed down to meet the driver. I met the driver outside the hotel, grabbed the food and headed back up to the room. I rode the elevator upstairs, walked to my room, used my key and went back into the room. Mistress was working on her phone. "Welcome back, slut. Might have some leads for a little later. Until then, let's eat." I took the food out of the bag and set it up on the desk. She came over, sat in the chair and started eating. "Eat enough but not too much. Need you to have energy but not get sick as well." "Yes Mistress." We made casual chat while we ate. We both ate about a third of our meals and stopped. I put the remaining food into the fridge. "Grab your laptop slut. I want to watch some porn while we rest." "Yes Mistress." I grabbed my laptop and brought it over. "Go to barebackbastards site and search for verbal pozzing" I opened the site and used those search terms. We started watching some of the videos. "By the end of the week, I hope we can upload a few to the site with that theme." "Yes Mistress." My phone beeped. It was a message from Grindr. "You looking?" I showed it to Mistress. She told me what to respond. "Yes Sir. I have two loads in me and looking for more." His message disappeared. Obviously, a fake. I checked BBRT. There was a message. "I saw your party ad. I am not much for groups but would love to breed your pussy." I clicked on his profile. He had several pictures showing off a skinny body with a decent looking cock. For HIV status, it said "Ask me." "Reply to his message, slut. Invite him over and give him your number." I went back to his message and hit reply. "Hello Sir. I would love for you to come by my hotel room and breed me. Please text me." I gave him my cellphone number. A couple of minutes later, I got a text message. "Hey slut. We are chatting online." "Hello Sir. How are you?" "Horny slut. I need a pussy to breed asap." "Yes Sir. My pussy is available for you to breed." I sent him my hotel information. "Not too far, slut. I will be there shortly." "Thank you, Sir. My Mistress is staying in the room with me. She can participate or not. Let me know." "She can definitely prep me and watch me breed you." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "I will let you know once I get to the hotel, slut. Be ready." I showed Mistress the phone. "I see that you didn't ask his status." "No Mistress. Should I?" "It doesn't matter. He is coming here to breed you. That's your role. To give yourself to any and all tops to breed you." "Yes Mistress. That is my role." She handed me one of the bottles of poppers. "I want you to take 5 short sharp breaths in your left nostril. After that last inhalation, I want you to hold it until I tell you to release." I untwisted the top and held it to my left nostril. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. I held the last inhalation. "Keep holding." I started to grow uncomfortable. "When you exhale, I want to you immediately repeat with the right nostril. Ready?" I shook my head in acknowledgement. "OK. Exhale and inhale." I exhaled and immediately inhaled with my right nostril. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. I held the last inhalation. My head was spinning. "Keep holding." I started to grow uncomfortable again. "Keep holding. You can do it." I shook my held in acknowledgement. "This time, you will exhale and immediately take a deep inhalation in your left nostril and hold it. Ready?" I shook my held in acknowledgement. "Good. Exhale and inhale." I exhaled and immediately took a deep breath in my left nostril. The poppers totally filled my lungs. My head was really spinning now. I held it. "You did well slut. You can exhale now." I exhaled and tried to catch my breath. My phone buzzed. I had a text message. He was here. I sent him the room number. "Get up the bed slut. I want you in doggie position. Head down. Ass up. Keep those poppers handy." I climbed up on the bed and got in position in the middle of the bed. I heard a knock on the door and the door opened and closed. "Welcome Sir. Your fuckhole is ready for you to breed. The buttplug is holding two of my loads in him but he is ready otherwise." "Good. I love to breed a cum-filled hole. Suck my cock and get it ready to breed him." I heard what sounded like pants hit the floor then I heard the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked. "MMMMMMM. Good. You definitely know what you are doing. I may need to give you one of my loads sometime. Time for the main event." I heard someone walking closer and then felt someone get on the bed behind me. "Come take this buttplug out." I felt someone else climb on the bed. "Spread your asscheeks, slut." I reached back and spread my asscheeks. I felt her pull the buttplug from my tight hole. Then, I felt something at my lips. "Open slut. You need to clean this buttplug." I opened my mouth and she inserted the buttplug. I sucked it a little before she removed it. At the same time, I felt him behind me and his cock slide in my crack. I felt a finger close my left nostril. "Inhale the poppers slut." I inhaled deeply and held it. She closed that nostril so both were closed. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my fuckhole. She released my right nostril. "Inhale again, slut." I inhaled and she immediately closed both nostrils again. I felt him push his hard cock into me until he was fully in me. She released both nostrils and I gasped. I felt his strong hands grab my hips and slowly withdraw his cock a little bit and then push back into me firmly. His cock felt amazing. It was the perfect thickness and length. He took long slow, firm strokes. "Such a nice pussy. Did you tell me what his status was?" "He was negative when he got into town." "Is he on prep?" "Nope." "ooooh. Hard to find fertile negative pussy. Everyone is on meds these days. Well. Almost everyone is on meds with some obvious exceptions." He laughed. He continued to pick up the pace. She closed my left nostril again and held the poppers under my right nostril. "Inhale, slut." I inhaled deeply and she immediately closed both nostrils. His strokes began to get shorter and harder. She released my left nostril. I immediately inhaled the poppers again and she closed that nostril. His grip tightened on my ass and pushed hard. I felt his cock swell in me and spurt after spurt of cum fill me. He held still for several moments and then slowly pulled out. "Thanks for the inviting pussy. How long is he in town?" "He's here all week but I will be coming and going." "Good. I want to hit that ass more this week. I want to make sure my potent poz seed takes." "Sure thing. I will make sure he is available for your use each night." "Thanks." I felt him climb off the bed and go over to the door. I heard the rustling of clothes being put on and then he walked out the door.

I usually wait until I have milked his last spurt. I like to swirl his hot, gooey cock cream around in my mouth. It does depend on how much sperm he shoots. Sometimes I have to swallow so I don't lose a drop. I do like to snowball and exchange his load back and forth a time or two before I finally swallow what's left. I love the feel and taste of his cream as he shoots and want to savor all the feelings of his pulsing cock and his warm cream. I would really love to be watched drinking a whole glass of warm sperm.