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As a very nerdy teenager I took pride in knowing the exact number of guys who had my dick (and cum, in most cases) in their asses. After 700 guys or so I lost count, i.e. in my early twenties.

Just seein' who all's out there in the Front Royal/Winchester/shen valley area.

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 Osvaldo, the young Latin man, who loves to whip out his phone and snap pictures or record video as I fuck him, wanted another session. We agreed on a Friday night in the middle of the month for a meet at the bathhouse to the north of me. As always, I got there first. (I would rather have him run late than rush his clean out!) Another clerk checked me in (not the one who had joined me at the sling the last time I was there.) At my locker, I stripped down to my socks and a slightly used jock. I put my boots back on, added my wrist band and threw the towel over my shoulder… The place seems busy. A few men are in rooms, ass up and looking. It is “Blackout Night” which really means some porn screens are turned off and the general lighting is somewhat dimmer. The downstairs lounge is almost dark—and has two mattresses on the floor. I make a mental note and go upstairs. The main sitting area has more men, stroking and watching the new arrivals. I nod to them. The sling is empty, but opposite, in the dark corner behind the fuck bench, a blow job is happening. I watch for a moment, but I seem to be in the way, so I move off to the big screen porn viewing area. “Do you want to sit?” It’s a tall, white man, around my age. He is as lanky as I. He is naked, sitting on his towel. The seating here is true theatre seating. His hand holds the seat down that is next to him. I sit, getting my towel under me. He chats about this and that. It’s a hot night for May—and being next to the sauna raises the temperature in the room even more. In moments his large hand is on my mound of cock hidden under the pouch. “You have a nice bulge.” “Thanks.” “I have a big dick, too.” His hand takes mine and guides it to his hard cock. He is girthy, perhaps, but not quite 6 inches. I just nod. “I’m usually the biggest guy here, but you might have me beat.” His hand fumbles under the jock pouch, pulling it to the side. I spring to life. “Yeah, you are a little bigger—though not by much.” I just smile and nod. And then he begins to jerk me. His hand is rough. I pull out my lube. He gets the idea and spits in his hand instead. And it is better—but why can’t he just suck my dick? I put up with it until it begins to chafe again. I make my excuses and go wander. In my previous travels around the place, I’d nodded to a young Hispanic man. I find him now behind the gloryhole wall. He is jerking himself, seemingly trying to get hard. I have not tried to put my cock away. It is semi-hard and sticking obscenely out the side of the pouch. His eyes light up. And he takes me in his hand. And jerks me. His hands are softer, but it’s not what I want. “Put it in your mouth…” He looks at me, quizzically. But he goes to his knees and begins sucking me. He’s not great. Maybe not even good, but the expression on his face makes up for it. It is a delightful mix of pleasure and incredulity at what he is doing. I pull out of his mouth and wipe the spit on his cheeks. His eyes widen. I push back into his mouth. I’m in control now. I fuck his face slowly and very shallowly. His own cock is now rampant. He’s jerking himself like mad. There is movement in the small corridor that leads to this space. Someone is approaching. The guy is petrified. He leaps up and pushes past me. An elderly Black man appears and chuckles, correctly guessing what just happened. But he doesn’t pick up where the guy left off. I go out—and meet Osvaldo coming up the stairs. We hug. I lead him to the fuck bench. I face him towards the wall. Two men are seated in the dark corner exchanging head. A third is stroking and watching the pair. I have now given them something new to watch. I go my knees and begin tonguing ass. Osvaldo is damp—from the shower and soon from my tongue pushing deep into him. It is making him pant. The stroker makes eye contact with me. I pull out of his ass and say “Let him suck it.” The guy does, giving Osvaldo a long, thin cock to suckle. I redouble my efforts, licking and spitting into his hole. I stand up and insert. Osvaldo stops sucking, gasping at the invasion into his hole. “Fuck, that’s a nice one,” says the guy who is now back in Osvaldo’s mouth. I grin and begin the first fuck of the night. The first of the countless times my cock will be in him during the next few hours. He is wet—and getting wetter with every stroke. He is a great self-luber. Just the idea of two men in him at the same time has made him wetter still. He bucks back on me—meeting every stroke. The guy in his mouth pulls out. He’s afraid to shoot too soon. One of the guys from the blowjob duo stands up. He is younger than anyone here but Osvaldo and the other Latin guy. His dick sways as he advances towards us. “My turn,” he says as he sticks his large cock into Osvaldo’s face. Osvaldo takes him—and makes himself gag on purpose. The three of us love that he coughs up some deep throat spittle. He wraps it around the guy’s cock and sucks him down again. “Both holes are available I tell the guy, who is happily standing still and a little dazed, by his good luck. “Well, fuck yeah!” We stay in place a moment—but then I pull out. I step to the side. The guy comes around and fucks into Osvaldo’s hole. “Damn, he’s wet…you cum already?” I shake my head and give Osvaldo my cock with a “Clean me up.” “This is a great ass,” the guy says between strokes. “I could cum if I’m not careful.” “He’s looking for loads,” I tell him. “We both love to play in other men’s cum.” The guy picks up speed. I’m thinking he might load him. I pull out of his mouth and move closer, slapping my wet cock on Osvaldo’s back. The guy grins, showing off for me. He really pounds Osvaldo, who, without a cock in his mouth, begins to moan and pant. Suddenly, the guy pulls out. “I won’t cum just yet, but I’d love to load him later.” “We’ll be here.” He nods. I go to my knees. “Let me clean your dick.” He loves this. It dripping with Osvaldo’s ass jizz. I swallow hungrily. I come off his cock and lick his clenched, tight balls. The guy groans and pats my head, before taking off. I bury my face in Osvaldo’s juicy ass. Did the guy actually shoot? He’s so damn wet. I don’t care. I just lick up the juices and then fuck in what’s left again. This time it’s Osvaldo’s turn to clean cock. He does. Every bit as hungrily… “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft… (A lot more to cum next time….) The original, and so much more, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Part One) May 27, 2024

You can try internalizing you penis using your fingers and that will give you some idea if it's possible for you. i've found that a micro cage that internalized your penis and holds in place is more comfortable than actually caging your penis externally, but would guess that varies from person so person. i question whether this pic is a real representation, but imagine results vary? This link has instructions and a vid of someone putting one on, so it looks real. It looks like it works by internalizing the penis and testicles, then using the scrotum skin to hold everything inside, so i'm guessing the more scrotal skin one has, the more effective it would be. i've also seen sites that use the clip with a strap. idk, never tried one, but now i'm curious. [think before following links] https://fufuclip.net/5-steps-to-teach-you-how-to-wear-the-fufu-clip/

Hooked up on BBRTS with a pal who’d fucked me previously a few times at group sessions but not for a couple of years. He asked if I was into toilet sex which I clarified with him was fucking at the restrooms at a shopping centre near him. I hadn’t done that for some years but was up for it and drove across town to the shops. I had to get there by a certain time as he was bisexual and needed to sneak away from his wife. I messaged him when I arrived at the carpark and he said he’d be there in 5 minutes. I was unsure which restrooms to go to but recognised him and followed him into the restroom and the cubicle. I pulled down my pants and applied some lube. I noticed he wasn’t fully hard so sucked his cock. I bent over but first handed him my phone set up to video. He started pushing in the head of his cock then all the way in and started pumping. The rest room, which wasn’t all that large, had a squeaky door and what had been quiet when we arrived seemed to have a constant stream of people coming and going. I was sure they must have heard the slapping of his balls and body against my ass although otherwise we kept quiet, no moaning. He didn’t stop or slow down. I also was sure our shadows or extra feet under the doors were a giveaway but he seemed unconcerned, this was his local hookup spot. He came in my ass and then we carefully left made more tricky by the fact that the cleaner had arrived. Afterwards he messaged me to say he’d “forgotten how hot your tight hole is and fuck I was horny”. He explained he’d not cum for several weeks and so I’d got “one big mother load”.

You building up to something hot!!!! What a tease! LOL thank you!

Dumb jockbro getn fagbrain fried for raw cock

Great start, I cannot wait read more about master, slave pig and new guy adventures together. please keep this story going @MethSlut

Well, here's the second part. You do have the most amazing butt, I might write that into the story 😛

Two I’m nervous now. This wasn’t what I had in mind at all. I mean, Tommy was always a very good-looking young man, but now he’s matured into an adult he doesn’t seem to have any of the gawkiness that young guys tend to have. He was also looking at the floor the whole time which was kind of hot, and I couldn’t help but notice the somewhat giant bulge filling out his jockstrap and the sweet butt the straps were framing. Even so, I mean, this was supposed to be anonymous, not sex with someone whilst there was another guy in the house that my mother knows! I head downstairs as instructed, and at the bottom of the stairs, I find a closed door. I listen for a minute, unsure of the protocol of this, so I figure you can’t go wrong with a knock and enter. I knock. No answer, so I head in. I enter the basement room to find something I had not quite expected. The room was very dimly lit, with a strange red glow to the lighting that was present. To my left, there was a large TV, probably 70” or so taking up most of the wall, with a couch in front of it. Next to the couch was a large throne-like chair facing the TV, with multiple steel rings affixed to the wooden frame. To my right, I think I saw a sling – I’m still too new to know the names of most of this stuff – something to tie a guy in a cross-shape on a wall, and rows upon rows of toys. The toys terrified me, but some of them were small, so I figured he’ll be kind and just use the smallest ones on me. The others, some of them a good four foot long, must be intended for more experienced guys. I idly wondered if Tommy had taken any of them, but reigned those thoughts back in. I did not notice the door behind me open again. “Good evening, Robin” Startled, I turned to see the man I had come to meet. He was truly beautiful. Piercing blue eyes topped a face with some stubble, close cropped ginger hair, his frame was well built and muscular, and he had chosen to wear a selection of leather – harness, bicep band, chaps and boots - which just served to accentuate his manliness. He also had on a cloth jockstrap, meaning I couldn’t see his dick – the dick I was thinking about being the bottom bitch for – but I could certainly see the bulge, even in the low light. What can I say – I tend to notice these things, wannabe cock whore that I am. “Erm… Hi” “You sound nervous. No need boy – let’s sit down and we can discuss the rest of our conversation” “Yes, that would be good” “I need a footstool, I hope you don’t mind” Why the fuck would I mind that he wanted to put his feet up? I mean, it was his house after all! “Please don’t mind me” “PIG!” The ferocious yell echoed throughout the whole neighbourhood I think, but in a second Tommy was in the room. Sorry, Slave Pig was in the room. The muscular man simply pointed at his feet, and Tommy got on all fours and moved so that he was directly under his boots. He then rested them on Tommy’s back! “Pig makes an excellent footstool, just about the right height. You wanted to talk to me more about your fantasies. I understand you’re fairly new to sex, but you want to try being a bottom. I spoke to you about this in detail and frankly, I don’t believe you” “Excuse me?” I mean, I might not know sex well, but I do know what I see when I’m wanking! “You lied to me. And worse, you lie to yourself. I can see it in your eyes. You are envious of my slave Pig. It’s a life you could have had and one that you still want. It hasn’t come to you yet, and you don’t know how to reach out to touch it” I was astounded. But I was also turned on. I just kept looking at the slave under his feet and kept trying to think ‘that’s my friend’ and ‘I don’t want that’, but my brain just wouldn’t let me. The fact, I was astounded to notice, was that I was jealous of Tommy! “Look inside you. You know you want this life. Admit it now, and I will introduce you to it. You will be free to leave whenever you want, but I guarantee that you will never exercise that option” “I…” I was caught. He knew I wanted it. I did too, really. Even fucking Tommy probably knew. But if I said yes, what did that make me? “If I say yes, I’ll be another… slave? “Yes boy, one of my slaves” “Are there any rules I need to know?” A delaying tactic whilst I thought. Didn’t think there would be any… “One; Do as you are told or you can leave. Your clothes will be kept by the door. Two; you don’t fuck, suck, finger yourself or do anything sexual at all without my permission. Three; there is no right of appeal. That’s all” Sounds easy enough. “Then I would like to try it please” “Please what?” “Erm... please, er Sir?” “Good boy. I am always known as Sir or Master within these walls” He leant forwards and picked up a torch and pipe from off the table in front of him. With the torch, he melted a small amount of crystalline shaped rocks in a glass pipe, which I assumed was some form of incense. Master took a drag and exhaled a white cloud though, so maybe a weird kind of pipe tobacco? Tommy – sorry Pig – started to whimper at this. I thought that strange, but Master lifted a boot and casually kicked him hard on the head making him grunt audibly and stop whimpering. “You know the rules. New guests, first. Pig – strip the new boy” I stood up, not quite knowing what was going on, but knowing I was enjoying the feeling of being instructed, of not having to think or to care. So, I let Pig begin to strip me, which he did fairly slowly and sensuously. First my t-shirt to show off my body, where he brushed over my nipples gently by ‘accident’ causing my dick to twitch; then the sneakers and socks which he stopped to sniff; finally, my trousers, which he did from behind and whilst he was pulling them down put his face up against my butt. Not anything overtly sexual but kind of was. I felt a bit uncomfortable with my friend doing that to be honest, but it was over in a moment. At my underwear, Master told Pig to stop and reached behind a sofa cushion to pull out a yellow swimmer’s jock. I didn’t need to be told. I shucked my underwear and I put on the jock but I could feel both of them trying to see my dick. I did it too fast for them to be able to get even a glimpse and got the jock on. It matched Pigs’ red swimmer’s jock entirely. I was left wondering what was coming next.

I have all but eliminated using hook up sights. I still use sniffies but I find I am using it less and less. It may make me sound like even more of a whore but I do not like the back and fourth conversation. The beauty in being male is we don’t need conversation to get what we need. An example… last night on my way home I stopped off at the Virgil Gilman trail to see if there was any action. I just had backed in and a car pulled up next to me. A black man got out walked down the trail about 100 feet and turned and walked into the woods. I quickly followed. He pulled out his massive and beautiful cock and I assumed the first of two fag poses and got on my knees to suck him. Without speaking he rubbed his hand down my back. To me this is indication for me to get into fag pose number two which is stand, turn around and present my pussy. I did and he pulled lube from his pocket and lubed his massive cock and went to town breeding me. When he finished I pulled my pants up. He pulled his up and we walked out of the woods. Never speaking to each other other at all. This works much better for me than being on an app trying to something up.

Visiting Detroit today, Saturday May 10th. Currently downtown, but am mobile. Looking to take loads in ass or mouth. Free most of the day.

I'll second the comment, stiff hole vs fabric. Whether sucking or getting sucked I prefer wood, cardboard or the like. Went to a home hole once, the guy used the rigid insulation sheets you get at a home improvment store, thought that was pretty smart.

So good to hear that there are still top guys out there who are poz and do go off meds to poz other guys.

This is good topic should be back to the top

Awesome start bro, can’t wait for more

Great start! Definitely want to hear more about Sam. Definitely want to meet a ‘Sam’ 😈☣️💦

One I stood at the doorway of his house. All I had to do was knock, and I could go in. I knew deep down that this was what I wanted. What I’d always wanted, really. But somehow, I was struggling to lift up my hand and knock on the fucking door or ring the bell. I’m not usually this shy or retiring. I mean, I’m not an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination and I’m probably more likely to be found in book club that in a night club, but even so, I’ve had sex before. Three times now! And I know I want to have a fuck of a lot more of it. My first time was a bit of a fumble and a miss and quite frankly bad, but it was a first so that counts. The next two I’d started to get the rhythm of it, but I was on top and to be honest, it’s not where I’m supposed to be, not really. I mean, I like the sensation of having my dick rubbed – who doesn’t? – but I ended up cumming in the rubber, and completely unsatisfied. The bottom I was with was happy enough though; my dick isn’t small. I’ve been pretty blessed there. The problem was, when I was fucking, all I could think about was, well, being the guy on the other side. Getting fucked, being used. And not in the more innocent way a lot of my university friends were into – such as sleeping with a couple of guys a month – but by being a hardcore cumdump slave. A piece of human garbage. A piece of trash that other men used because they were bored, or even ignored and made to fetch the coffee after my boyfriend had finished fucking another guy on our marital bed – with me being tied up and made to watch maybe. Or even tied underneath the other sub’s butt so I had the cum and lube dripping into my face whilst my boyfriend pleasured another guy. That’d be hot too. The guy behind the door offered me some of that. We’d begun to talk on the hookup apps, like every meeting, but quickly we decided that we’d prefer to finish the conversation in person. He didn’t live far from me and it seemed sensible to come over and knock on the door. We’d have a talk and maybe I’d get to go on the bottom for my fourth ever screw. I thought about that thought for a moment. It gave me the energy – and a bit of a twitch in my cock if I’m honest – to knock the doorbell. There was an indeterminate period when I thought he was having me on. Stupid fag wanted using so badly he went to an empty house. But then, the door opened – and I was shellshocked by what I saw. It was a cute young guy, naked except for a collar and a red jockstrap, boots and red socks. He looked slightly built but he was the same age as me. I knew that for a fucking fact. “Master is waiting for you, downstairs” “Tommy?” “I’m known as Slave Pig in this house, but yeah. Hi Robin. Master told me you were coming over here and I couldn’t quite believe it, but, well, you’re here” “How the fuck…” “There are lots of things to be said – but get to him or he’ll get mad” Tommy and I go way back. We knew each other from the age of around 12 and basically grew up together. He lived about eight houses down from me, we were in the same groups at school, hung out after school with each other on the Xbox and you know, teenage things like pretending we both liked girls, boasting of our wins, commiserating our losses like you do. I kind of suspected he way gay and I’m pretty sure he knew I was bi, but we never really discussed it and it didn’t really bother either of us. I was on the academic fast track toward university, but he went a different route as he was more practically minded, so he went off to a technical college to qualify as something manual. Electrician, I think I remember. “Move” Tommy grabbed my wrist, yanked me over the step and into the house. Who knew what I’d find downstairs?

I can't believe I'm here, and I can't believe I'm really doing this. I'm in a sling looking up at Sam's handsome face and sweaty torso. I close my eyes as he leans over and begins kissing me. Naked men with hard cocks are all around us, watching. Then I feel the head of Sam's big dick start to probe my ass, The guys cheer as Sam's poz cock slides all the way into my neg hole. It won't be long before Sam pozzes me with his toxic cum. I've got a huge hard-on as he starts fucking me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was about six months ago that I saw my first pozzing porn video. At first I thought, what the fuck? I mean, bareback videos are one thing, but videos where guys are actually trying to infect each other with HIV? And these aren't just fake movies, these are real. But as I watched a guy with a biohazard tattoo above his crotch getting ready to shoot his load inside another guy's ass, my cock got hard. Real hard. And even before the guy in the movie came, I came. Wow what a turn-on! I got obsessed. I looked around the internet for anything to do with pozzing. There weren't many videos around, and most of those were low-quality, and obviously fake. But a few were pretty good, and I watched them over and over again. Great jackoff material! I found websites where guys posted about being bug chasers or gift givers. Most of the posts seemed like fantasies, but some of them rang true. It seemed there actually were guys out there who searched for negative men who wanted to become positive, and vice versa. I started to wonder if I wanted to become a bug chaser too. That's when I met Sam online. He posted about being HIV+ for the last 20 years, and how he would meet up with negative men who wanted to get pozzed. I reached out to him and set up a coffee date to talk about it. We met at a cafe in Melbourne's Fitzroy neighborhood. Sam was healthy looking and handsome, a bit younger than me with reddish hair that was turning silver. He was easygoing and loved chatting all about his gift-giving activities. Sam told me that he usually was on meds, but during the summer months he quit taking them. "My viral load goes up and I become infectious again," he said. "I spend the next few months fucking as many bug chasers as I can. When I go back on my meds, my viral load becomes undetectable." I asked him why guys wanted to be poz. "I think of it as a bond, a fraternity and a connection between hot, masculine, virile men. The confidence to embrace the intimacy and the slippery pleasures....I find that handsome and sexy. "I think giving and taking potent loads makes men feel more masculine and connected. Weird how just seeing guys unload in each other and thinking it might be a poz load is such a turn on for me. Muscles, hairy, solid builds, sweat and cum. Just looks and feels good. Enjoy it I say." Hearing Sam talk about it like that gave me a throbbing boner. Then he started describing some of his exploits and I got even more turned on. "I find it really hot having a poz boyfriend or buddy and us breeding guys together. I love gloryhole breeding. At a gloryhole it's usually pretty clear if a load is being offered and a guys is open for loads. Can get down to business and plant a poz load without too much waiting. "My first vacation trip to Europe with a buddy, planting potent loads was an amazing buzz. Beach dunes, fuck clubs and hotel hookups. "I sometimes visit a buddy in Bendigo and he arranges hookups for us to go and tag-team breed local guys. I enjoy doing that together. Say, would you like to join us sometime? I think we're going down there this weekend if you're free." "Oh, fuck yeah! You don't have to ask me twice," I answered. -To be continued-

Fuuck bro luv to ride n milk that alpha dong

When I’m in cruisy phase n getn a few loads most days it’s like a balance of finding which tops wanna go first n who doesn’t care so like up to 2-3 loads u can kinda get away with it even when they think they only alpha to fuck but then by load 6 it’s like the 6th load is the magic number like after 6 loads pump inside it’s gonna be cumsloppy n like it’s wet n gonna have to suck that cock after they nut so they don’t realise how cumsloppy they got n then it’s like ON. Getn to 10 in a night n going round collecting loads is like real cumdump mission n then there’s always alphas hmu asking how many loads but like fukn wet then. Get so dumb but it’s like practice to collect enough loads efficiently dunno if that’s dumb or makes sense

Friends of mine where not allowed to enter Florida from Europe to stay at their timesharing appartement. They where stopped when entering the USA, hours interogated buy border control and ordered to return to Europe just because they where 2 guys seeming to be gay. This administration is on the hunt for people, and i think it will het worse.

Sounds like an interesting tour 😈

I love sucking straight guys at the ABS too. One of my favorite encounters is being in a booth and hearing him come in the back. He goes to the bathroom for a piss and then he enters one of the booths beside me. He puts his cock in the hole and I suck him off. He zips up and leaves without a word as I thank him profusely for his cum. He's only in the store for five minutes. I would love to find a bookstore in a big city someday and go on duty as the only cocksucker. I want to suck off cock after cock for HOURS like the scenario above.