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@blackrobe it definitely depends on the orgy/venue. I know of at least one venue that host orgies in LA that has it posted at the entrance to their darkroom that it is expected and you are agreeing to it by entering, which I know has no legal standing. I've also been to a number of venues and orgies outside the PNW where it isn't posted, but they pretty much function that way any way. It has been my observation right or wrong, that the lack of promiscuous orgy sex in the PNW makes guys do some strange things in desperation, as well as routinely seeing guys that never ever fuck or get fucked doing things that would be interpreted as consent in some venues outside the PNW and would get them practically "raped" if they didn't tell the other parties no. It's also easier to tell someone no without making a huge scene that kills everyone's boner in those places. I'll even admit it caught me completely off guard the 1st time I encountered it, I had gone to the Mardi Gras blackout party at Midtowne Spa in Denver, and entered their orgy room which was a writhing mass of guys fucking and had 4 guys impale themselves on my hard cock before I could get out of there. It was in 2000 and I wasn't a barebacker at the time, but it only took me 10 or 15 minutes to compose myself and go back in. I didn't personally make any real effort to stop them, I was stunned but definitely enjoyed myself. My only regret is that I didn't take advantage of it and back up on a few dicks since I wasn't a barebacker yet. I later learned that it was a common occurrence at Midtowne anytime they had a large crowd, not just blackouts and parties. Really the only difference in Midtowne and the Denver Swim Club that I was already very familiar with, was DSC wasn't completely dark which gave me time to react and my usually reaction was making them wait until I could put a condom on. However thinking back, I did let a guy impale himself bareback on me in the hallway in front of a gloryhole booth at DSC within 10 minutes of setting foot in a bathhouse the 1st time ever. I fucked him several more times with a condom before relenting and breeding him before I went home that 1st night, and quite a few times before moving to Portland in 2007. PNW bathhouses are a completely different world from my first bathhouse experiences, and may well be for the guys acting out of either stupidity or desperation in Seattle. I often wonder how PNW guys react when they see that kind of orgy happening in another geographic region of the country. Traveling, I almost always see guys that I've seen frequently at Portland bathhouse but have never seen them fuck or get fucked by anyone, when I go to Palm Springs or LA, and occasionally in Denver and wonder how they cope with the situation. Do they learn quickly to stay out of the group play areas or do they just leave? I'm usually busy having fun and haven't noted whether they are staying for any length of time. The venue that has the sign in LA, is my favorite spot in Southern California but they only host orgies on Thursday evenings and Sunday afternoons and aren't exactly advertised to the public so I've never run into a fellow Portlander there, but I do almost always see one or two at Club 541 in Palm Springs or Slammer in LA which are my second and third favorite spots and it does frequently happen in the darkrooms of both those establishments as well. As far as being raped, while I've frequently had guys impale themselves on my dick giving me a limited time to react, but have never had a guy try to force a dick up my ass in any venue where I didn't have plenty of time to react, so it may be more of a issue with bottoms than tops.

Different, interesting and can't wait for next chapter

5. Jesus kept fisting me for another 15 minutes or so. Then we got dressed and went to the nearest tattoo parlor. I got a tattoo that says “property of Jesus” right above my left cheek that run to my crack. It was a statement. Jesus said he wanted to get my name tattooed on him too and that I should decide where. I wanted it on his cock so everyone knows who owns that pathetic snub. The tattoo artist fucked me, and Jesus fisted me after. It was so hot. I got home and crashed on the bed with Pat. When the sun rose, I woke to Pat staring at my back. I knew what was coming would be so fun to rewatch. So I set up my phone and hit record. I looked over to Pat. He was processing the tattoo, but as expected, doesn’t say anything. Instead, he starts jerking his cock. He walks up to me and cums on my back, some of it hitting my tattoo. Pat had been more sexual lately. I noticed he was texting Duyen, my best friend from high school, more. The two of them hanging out and posting pics on snap and IG. Plus Pat was looking more jacked than normal. His muscles extra defined, like he’s been pumping extra hard at the gym. I wouldn’t be surprised if Pat saw the writing on the wall and found someone else, someone who would actually appreciate him. Duyen is an amazing person and will be a great partner to Pat. Unlike me who gaslit him and withheld sex from him to stoke his fears and anxiety. I’m happy for Pat. Duyen isn’t as hot as me, so I want Pat to enjoy my body while he still can. “Pat, come here. Do you see what’s on my ass?” He nodded. “Do you know what that means?” He shook his head. “Pat, don’t play dumb baby. You know what that means, don’t you?” He nodded. “Tell me. Say it out loud. What does it mean?” “We’re done.” “Close, but yes. We’re almost at the end, baby. You’re fucking Duyen?” He looked shocked. “It’s ok. Tell me. I’m not mad.” He nodded. “I’m happy for you baby. He’ll be good to you. But he’ll never be as hot as me. You agree?” He nodded. “You prefer to fuck me over him?” He nodded. “Say it out loud Pat. Who do you prefer to fuck?” “You, I prefer to fuck you over Duyen.” “If you married Duyen and I wanted you to divorce him so you can fuck me, would you do it?” He nodded. “Pat, I’m not fucking around right now. If you want to fuck me you need to speak up.” “I would divorce him without a doubt so I can fuck you!” And like that, I got on Pat’s pathetic cock and rode it. He came after three pumps. I looked directly at my phone. I sent the recording to Duyen with the message, “Just so you know who he truly belongs to. Have a good life 😘”

My criteria for dick size is this: can it get from his body to my body and deliver a load? Yes? Then why the fuck are we waiting? 😏

Thank you for sharing another hot chapter. So to answer the last line of the chapter the 1st thing is to say thank you and the 2nd is to beg for more of that raw Poz dick and creamy toxic seed 🥵☣️😈

You'll note I said I pushed him off or went soft, I didn't say anything out loud for just that reason. I'd already said no non-verbally twice to this guy, but don't think for a moment that douchebags like him don't *rely* on that "preserving the vibe" pressure to silence guys like me and get away without consequences. This kind of thing has happened to me before and I've been told I'm the problem for not letting a rapey little goblin do whatever they like to me. It sounded not at all dissimilar to what you said above. I didn't realize it was implicit in an orgy that anyone can do anything to anyone else that they like, even if they say no several times. The meta problem here isn't orgy etiquette, it's that gay men collectively suck at understanding and honoring consent.

I would take piss in my mouth, my body and inside my asshole.

Keep Thee Barefoot & Pregnant I would weekly.

4. One night, Jesus brought out a bag of food and asked me if I wanted to watch him eat it. I asked him what this was. He said he wants to fulfill my fantasy of getting someone to become fat. I asked him if he isn’t scared of me leaving him? And he said no. I asked why. He said he thinks I’m in love with him since we’ve been seeing each other now for nearly 3 years. Could that be true? Has it been 3 years already? And love him? The fuck? I don’t know if I love him, but I know my hole loves his hands. Our fisting sessions are almost like a healing ritual post-cumdump mode. I know I need those hands. Whatever. I tell him to start eating. I call him a fat piece of shit. He scarfs the food down. Burger after burger. When he’s done, I tell him to jack off inside me with his greasy hands. He happily obliged and my hole earned a nice load. He started doing this almost every night, bringing food and eating it in front of me. Sometimes I would jerk his cock while he ate. I let him cum inside me almost every time, to let him know I was really into this. He was growing, almost doubling in size by the fifth month. His breathing was more labored and he moved more slowly. It was so hot to see him transform his body like this for me. He knew I got off on power, and he was willing to supply an infinite amount. One night after his feeding, he got on top of me and I looked him dead in the eye. I said that now that he’s so heavy, even I can’t overpower him. So if he or anyone ever wants me full time, all they’d have to do is overpower me. Put the right drugs in me. And expose me. By this point, I was unsatisfied. I had been with Pat for 7 years. Bland. Boring. My job paid well but was soul sucking. I did make partner but hated the work. I wanted the only thing that’s ever made me happy in life: power. And with Jesus, I had all the power I wanted. I get to be a slut. So I gave Jesus instructions to fulfill my lifelong fantasy to be drugged and made a sex slave. I told him how to mix the meth into the lube. I told him what type of guys would make my pussy purr while high and videotaped. I told him where to position the cameras to get the best angles of my hole, physique, and face. I told him to make sure no one grabs my hair because I will get it done for the recording. I gave him my phone password. I was ready to have a new life, but I wanted it set up for me. After I gave him the instructions, I asked him two things. First, did he have any questions? He did not. I also told him to record my instructions with his phone, so he could always relisten. Second, where does he want his name tattooed on my body? His eyes lit up. “You mean it baby?” He asked. His burger breath repulsed me. He was always sticky from his body sweats, so there was a thin layer of constant BO. He repulsed me and turned me on at once. But I was falling for him. Or maybe I’ve long fallen for him and I’m just now acknowledging it. Whatever it is, I wanted his hands. I got on his lap and told him to fist me. His greasy hands squirted lube and started to work my hole. He simulated rubbing against my hole and putting something there. “Just like that?” He asked. I nodded. He inverted me and poured lube directly into my hole. Just like that. I nodded. He grabbed my throat and said no hair. As he squeezed my neck and worked my hole, I looked at him and said, “I love you.” I exploded and hit my eye and chin.

Well there have been other STIs that have been going around for a hell of a lot longer than HIV has been. Syphilis for instance has been a problem for at least 500 years. Chlamydia and gonorrhea have been issues for as long as anyone can tell. The same applies to HPV. So, no it’s not due to the “airplane and the liberal sex culture” that HIV Is a pandemic. Also, as far as that “liberal sex culture” goes, aside from a couple of specific cultures in history, prior to the advent of Christianity and its rise to political power in the Roman Empire during the 4th century CE, during the reign of Constantine’s grandson btw not Constantine, that repression of sex and sexuality became such a widespread and overarching theme. The Romans had always been a bit prudish before that, but combining the two just turned it into a marriage made in hell. That said, generally speaking attitudes towards sex and sexuality were for the most part always very liberal. Even both the Ancient Greeks and Romans had the general consensus that as long as the person was a full adult, not enslaved, consented, and had already raised children to become adults and marry in their own right, then it wasn’t anyone else’s business. Even the notoriously stodgy Puritans who quite literally hated fun in all its forms were some of the randiest little buggers in history. These are the same people who outlawed celebrations of anything and everything from births & birthdays to Easter and Christmas. Yet there are surviving reports of them constantly getting caught in the act with someone other than their spouse, with a homemade sex toy, with an inanimate object laying around the house or farmyard, with a random branch or rock, with domestic animals from household animals like dogs and cats to farm animals like cattle and goats, with wild animals, with trees, and even with the ground itself. No one was ever punished for any of this btw. They weren’t Catholics.

I had to reschedule the event to Monday the 20th. Everything else stays the same.

Amazingly twisted already.. More please. More!

bare ass chaps

Just left... texted me while i was making dinner and it's been 3 days since He last bred me. i start getting twitchy after going two days without being bred lol, and i have to go back on rotation at the hospital the next two days, and typically don't do any fucking when pulling 13 hour shifts. Totally relieved when He called and needed to fuck, instantly connects to my need to be fucked, like pulling on a leash and collar :-). i'm full of seed now and can resume making dinner minus the withdrawal symptoms. So grateful for Guys and sex and that amazing connection we can have with each other. Life is good.

Dick ages like wine, nothing sexier as a young bottom than an older top!! I don't know his exact age but I let a Grindr hookup who was about 62 fuck me last year a few months after my 18th, so I guess 44 years is my record. I like to think of it in terms of ratios though—double my age, triple my age, etc. I made plans with a guy in a nursing home once (he wanted me to pretend to be his visiting grandson which I thought was so, so, so fucking hot) but he flaked 😞 I think he was 80 or so but I'm not sure. I still shoot ropes when I think about tonguing his ass. All this is just to say that different people like different things and that's okay!

Not really into drinking it (sensory thing) but massively into getting pissed on. Also into self pissing.

3. That night, he found me 6 guys. For the last two guys, I told him to tell them that he’s asking because his dick is too small for me. I made him wait outside his room while those guys fucked me. I made sure to talk about how small Jesus is with the last guy. We mocked him, and I said I didn’t even know he was inside me during the 4 times he nutted in me. We laughed. I said loudly so Jesus could hear that I think he might even be in love with me. What a fucking loser the guy fucking me said. After the last guy bred me, I told Jesus to take his place. I lived his Jesus’s fingers and told him to rub my pussy and feel how sloppy it is. I held a bottle of poppers to his nose and told him he needs to give me a number. That’s how long he has to sniff for. The higher the number, the higher the chances I’ll see him again after to tonight. He said 500. I laughed. I told him to sniff to 50. He held my face with one hand and his other had still exploring my cunt. He stared into my eyes as I fed him the poppers. His fingers started to twist more violently as he neared 50. He let out a massive sigh and pulled me into kiss. Perhaps by accident, he stated fisting me and I moaned in genuine ecstasy. Yyyyouuree rrriie, I ddeeww lahhh yewww, he mumbled. His hand explored my hole. His fingers dancing against the walls. He pulled out and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked. He inserted back to my hole. He repeated this until I felt something strange building. I moaned louder and he stopped pulling out to feed me. Instead, he focused on my hole and made love to it with his hand, stopping every now and then so I could feed on poppers. I became mush and melted into him. My small frame effortlessly nestled into his wide, footballer build. He fisted me until I squirted. That didn’t stop him. He kept feeding me poppers and fisting me. I was in another universe for the 20 or 30 so minutes he continued this prostate worship. My hole was starting to wear out, so I stopped him. As I got up, he hugged me from behind and pulled me back into him. I told him to be here next Friday. He said ok and I left. I didn’t even bother showering before going home. I got into bed around 3AM, and Pat was deep asleep. I got into bed. Fell asleep. Not sure how long after, I awoke to Pat lifting the sheets to sniff my hole. He must have known, but didn’t say anything. I wonder if he’s too scared or secretly enjoys being cucked. Either way, I move a bit as if I were about to wake up. He pretends to fall asleep. My other other cuck. I feel him rub himself and eventually stop. I assume he came and fell back asleep. In the morning, we cuddled. I could feel the dried cum on his stomach, and I’m sure he could feel the dried avalanche on my hole and back. Neither of us said anything. We scooted closer, and I told him I needed to go back to work. He kissed my back and said ok. Pat is hot. A lot more muscular than most of the anon guys who fuck me. Certainly more than Jesus. But his muscles do little for me. Pat is so timid. Sweet, but not a dom bone in his body. And too scared to admit he’s a sub. I leave for the gym. I get a great workout in, and make my way back to the bathhouse. My pussy was rested and ready for more loads. As I walk in, I see Jesus wait in by the entrance lockers. He saw me and lit up and started to walk with me. I was confused but kept walking to my room. I said I thought I told him Friday. He said he is here to help me look for loads. That’s it. I got to my room and as I started to unlock it, he said I could use his room. He got the XL room. I told him to show me. Once we got to the room, I saw that he had a fisting station set up with Vaseline and gloves. I looked at him and said I’ll use his room. But he needs to find me 20 loads, or else no play on Friday. He agreed. After he left, I took some E and enjoyed the next few hours. Jesus brought at least 20 guys. I was lost in the haze of sex. So many guys passed through the room and came inside me. My hole was tingling and sore by the last guy. I thought I for sure had to tap out, but like last night, Jesus’s hands were deep inside my hole. I came while he fisted me. And that became our pattern. Jesus and I would rotate through the different bathhouses and arcades to find me dick. And his hands always be deep inside after. He really learned to pleasure me with his hands. There were nights where the fisting was the main event. During those nights, I would share with him my darkest fantasies. How I wanna feed my partner to make him gain lots of weight, and then help him lose weight and get muscular. How I hated my job and wanted to be a full time slut. Through his magical hands, he learned about the time I tried meth and loved how horny it made me. I told him I loved my body and using it to seduce men. He listened and rubbed my insides. One night, Jesus brought out a bag of food and asked me if I wanted to watch him eat it.

Love being soaked in it to start and marked as a fag by the alpha. Then love drinking from the tap while on my knees looking up at him

I'm having the best sex in a long time since I met my young sex partner. He's very virile and energetic and wears me a out several times a week. I'm 65. He's 25.

A very obedient slave in Toronto area looking for a serious Dom Master to take over my ownership as his slave and pimp me out as he desires . He decides everything. Serious only. send me message if serious

2. I started to spend almost every night at the bathhouse. I knew I would find my prey there, and I was right. I watched him for a few weeks before I made my move. He was the perfect combo of hot, desperate, horny, and had low self esteem. He was at the bathhouse every weekend, sometimes multiples times in the same weekend. I ignored him the first few times we crossed each other in the hall. He eyed me, but I just looked past him. I knew he was hungry for me, but I wanted him starving. He was probably in his late 20d, early 30d. He had a good build, like he played sports in high school but stopped. Still has a muscular frame, but wrapped around layers of age and beer blubber. I saw him top some of the faggots on the fuck bench and sling in the darkrooms. What shocked me was how small his cock is. Even smaller than Pat. Perfect to humiliate and break his psyche. What sealed it for me was the type of guys I saw him approaching: shorter Asian guys. I was his type, which meant my pretty privilege was going to get me far. So after a few weeks, I decided to make my move. Or more accurately, I gave him permission to make his move. One night I sustained eye contact with him when we crossed each other. The next time I saw him, I smiled and told him I was going to the hot tub. He followed and sat next to me. I soaked for a while before I started to feel my body. I was tweaking my nipples when I turned and looked at him. I started jerking my cock with my other hand while I looked at him. He looked back at me in silence, running his eyes up and down my body. Eventually he broke the silence and introduced himself. Jesus. I told him I’ve seen him around here before. Told me he likes to have sex. That he’s seen me around a lot too. Told him I love sex too and my hole is throbbing for some cock rn. Without notice, I got on top of him, our chests touching. I wrapped my arms around his back so that our faces were right against each other. His cock was rubbing against my loose pussy. “I’m really horny for some cock right now. Do you have a room we can go back to?” He nodded. I leaned into his ears and whispered, “Take me back and blow my brains out. Now.” He took my hand and led me out of the hot tub. We walked to his room and he got to my knees to suck him the moment we entered. I more loudly to give the impression I was impressed with his cock. Time to begin the psychological training. I stood up and placed his hands on my torso. I guided it up and down so he could feel my muscles. I looked at him and said that I needed to tell him something. That I’m actually cheating on my boyfriend by being here, but I need cock because my body demands it. I told him that I only fuck people who love cheaters. He said he didn’t care. I told him that my bf has a super small penis and it’s so unsatisfying. He’s also so vanilla so I don’t have any fun. I asked him if he would be willing to get nasty with me and fuck me with his big dick? He seemed to enjoy that last part. I needed to stroke his ego so I could break it down. He said he would do anything for me. So I got on the bed and lifted my legs in the air. I told him to come mount me with his big dick. I squirted some lube on my hole, even though it wasn’t necessary. As his cock lined against my hole, I told him I want to see him fry his brains on poppers. I gave him a few whiffs to start him off. His face barely flushed. I was going to fry this popper pig’s brain. I told him to take 30 hits. Only then could he start fucking me. And he did. All 30. His fave was so red and he was drooling as he fucked me. It was so pathetic and fun to see him destroy himself to access my hole. He came pretty quickly. But instead of pulling out, he took more hits and kept pumping. This went on for a few rounds. I wondered if he feared the end of our encounter once he pulled out, so he forced himself to continue. Or if this is his true stamina. I let him cum a few more times in me until I stopped him. I let him spoon me so he could feel my abs while I talked. I told him how this was fun, but if I was being honest, it reminds me of sex with my bf since Jesus and him are kinda similar in size. Jesus was silent. I told him one of the reasons I cheat is to get bigger cock. If I hook up with Jesus, I’m not going to get my fix. I told him that I wanna keep hooking up with him though because he’s so hot. That perked him up and he started to grab me more tightly. I told him if he found me big dicked guys to fuck me tonight, I’ll let him fuck me at the end. I told him this way we both would get what we wanted. He agreed and tried to slide inside. I turned around, grabbed his face, and sternly said no. I was in charge and he needs to find me dick first if he wants to fuck me. I asked him if he understood. He nodded, and I softened my gaze. I gave him a peck and said, go find me some dick baby. I’m hungry.