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Alex gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, the engine humming steadily along the dusty backroad in rural Oregon. At 18, fresh out of high school, he was on a solo road trip to clear his head—away from his overbearing parents and the small-town boredom. Barely five-foot-four and slender as a reed, with messy brown hair and wide, trusting blue eyes, Alex looked younger than his years. He wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, his smooth legs kicking idly as he drove, radio playing some upbeat pop tune. Up ahead, thumb out by a faded signpost, stood a hulking figure. The guy was massive—over six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, with a wild beard streaked in grime and clothes that hung off his frame like rags: a threadbare flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, ripped jeans clinging to tree-trunk thighs, and scuffed boots caked in mud. His face was weathered, eyes sharp under bushy brows, a smirk playing on cracked lips. Alex slowed, heart thumping a bit—he'd never picked up a hitchhiker before, but the man looked harmless enough, waving cheerfully. 'Hey, kid! Goin' west?' the stranger called as Alex rolled down the window. His voice was gravelly, laced with a faint Southern drawl. 'Uh, yeah, toward Portland,' Alex replied, biting his lip. 'You need a ride?' The man chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, his bulk making the car dip. Up close, he reeked of sweat, campfire smoke, and something earthier—like unwashed skin after days on the road. 'Name's Rex. Appreciate it, buddy. Been walkin' since dawn. You got a kind face.' He extended a massive, callused hand, engulfing Alex's in a firm shake. Alex flushed, starting the car again. 'I'm Alex. No problem. It's a long drive alone.' They chatted lightly—Rex spinning tales of odd jobs and wandering adventures, making Alex laugh with exaggerated stories. The hobo's presence filled the space, his knee brushing Alex's thigh accidentally at first, then lingering. Alex shifted, uncomfortable but polite, not wanting to seem rude. An hour in, Rex scratched at his armpit, wincing. 'Damn, I must stink like a skunk. Haven't had a proper wash in weeks. You mind if we swing by my place? It's just off this exit—got a little shack in the woods. I could use a shower bad, and hell, you look like you could too after this heat.' Alex hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was getting late, and the road was empty. 'Your place? I thought you were hitching...' Rex grinned, all teeth. 'Yeah, I'm between spots, but I keep a crash pad nearby. Nothin' fancy, but there's water and soap. Come on, kid—be a pal. I'll even throw in some cold beers from the fridge.' His eyes twinkled with feigned innocence, but there was a predatory glint Alex missed in his naivety. Against his better judgment, Alex nodded. 'Okay, sure. Why not?' They veered off the highway onto a rutted dirt path, trees closing in like walls. Rex's 'shack' emerged—a dilapidated cabin, roof sagging, windows boarded, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It smelled of damp wood and neglect inside, a single room with a lumpy mattress, a wood stove, and a tiny bathroom tacked on. 'Home sweet home,' Rex boomed, kicking off his boots. 'Shower's through there. You go first, Alex—I'll grab those beers.' Grateful for the courtesy, Alex stripped down in the cramped space, the water sputtering cold at first, then warming. He soaped up quickly, rinsing the road dust from his lithe body, his small cock and balls dangling innocently between pale thighs. Toweling off, he wrapped it around his waist, emerging to find Rex lounging on the mattress, shirtless, a can in hand. 'Here ya go,' Rex said, tossing him a beer. His eyes raked over Alex's slim frame, lingering on the towel's bulge. They clinked cans, Rex downing his in gulps while Alex sipped nervously. The hobo's chest heaved with each breath, dark hair matting down to a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, which strained against an obvious, massive outline snaking down his leg. Conversation flowed easy at first, but Rex steered it personal—asking about Alex's life, if he'd ever been with anyone. The beer warmed Alex's cheeks, loosening his tongue. 'Nah, not really. I'm... kinda shy.' Rex nodded sympathetically, scooting closer on the mattress, his thigh pressing against Alex's bare one. Before Alex could react, Rex's hand clamped on his shoulder, the other yanking the towel away. 'Shy, huh? Let's fix that.' Alex yelped, scrambling back, but Rex was on him like a freight train—pinning the boy face-down with one arm, the weight crushing his ribs. 'What—stop! Let me go!' Alex gasped, kicking futilely. Rex laughed low, grinding his hips down. Alex felt the monster in those jeans—thick as a wrist, at least ten inches soft, now hardening into a battering ram against his ass. 'Picked you up fair and square, kid. Time to pay the toll.' He ripped open his fly, freeing the beast: a veiny, uncut colossus, purple head oozing precum, balls heavy and low like pendulums. The stench hit Alex—musky, rank from days without washing, foreskin packed with smegma. 'No, please—I'm not gay!' Alex begged, tears springing up as Rex spat on his hand, smearing it roughly between the boy's cheeks. His virgin hole clenched in terror, pink and untouched. Rex ignored the pleas, lining up the fat cockhead and shoving forward. The ring resisted, then tore with a wet pop, Alex's scream ripping through the cabin as inches invaded his guts. 'Fuuuck, tight as a nun,' Rex groaned, hips snapping to bury half his length. Blood trickled immediately, the dry friction shredding delicate tissues. Alex clawed at the mattress, body arching in agony, but Rex pinned his wrists above his head with one massive paw, the other fisting his hair to yank his face up. 'Scream all you want—ain't nobody hearin' out here.' He thrust deeper, the full girth stretching Alex impossibly wide, balls slapping against the boy's taint with each brutal pump. The hobo's sweat dripped onto Alex's back, mixing with the blood seeping from his ruined entrance. Rex fucked like an animal, grunting with effort, his beard scraping the kid's neck as he bit down hard, drawing coppery beads. Alex's insides burned, feeling like they were splitting—prostate mashed, rectum ballooning around the invasion. Rex flipped him onto his back midway, folding Alex's legs to his chest, exposing the obscene sight: his hole gaping around the pistoning shaft, frothy red lube coating the veiny length. 'Look at that pussy open up,' Rex taunted, slamming home to hilt, cockhead battering Alex's depths. The boy sobbed, cock flopping limp on his belly, untouched and shriveled from pain. Rex leaned in, forcing a sloppy kiss, tongue shoving into Alex's mouth, tasting of beer and decay. Pace quickening, Rex's balls tightened, the giant cock swelling thicker. 'Gonna fill you, boy. Breed that cherry hole.' Alex shook his head wildly. 'No—pull out! Condom!' But Rex just laughed, choking him lightly with one hand, the other pinching his nipples raw. With a bellow, he erupted—hot jets of cum blasting deep, flooding Alex's bowels. Rope after rope, the load voluminous, some backflowing out around the seal, mixing with blood into a creamy pink mess. Rex kept pumping through his orgasm, churning the seed until it frothed. 'That's my gift to ya,' he panted, pulling out with a suction pop. Alex's hole winked open, a cavern leaking steadily—cum bubbling out, tinged red. But Rex wasn't done. He straddled the boy's chest, the spent cock—still semi-hard and slick—hovering over his face. 'Clean it.' When Alex turned away, Rex slapped him hard, then forced the head past his lips, gagging him on the bitter cocktail of ass, blood, and semen. Alex retched, but Rex face-fucked him shallowly, wiping the mess on his tongue. 'Good boy. Now, about that pozzin'—I'm HIV positive, kid. Been fuckin' raw for years. You just got a nice, fresh dose pumpin' through your veins.' Alex's eyes widened in horror, choking on the words, but Rex just grinned, stroking himself back to full mast. 'Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Round two starts now.' He flipped Alex onto his stomach again, mounting him without pause. The second rape was rougher, the cum-lubed hole yielding easier but still tearing afresh with the renewed assault. Rex hammered relentlessly, balls smacking wetly, his weight crushing Alex into the mattress. The boy whimpered, body going limp from shock, feeling the hot load sloshing inside as Rex added more—another creampie, sealing the infection deeper. Hours passed in the dim cabin, Rex using every position: bending Alex over the rickety table, legs spread wide as he reamed from behind; hoisting him against the wall, impaling him mid-air while biting his shoulders bloody; even sitting on the mattress, bouncing the limp boy on his lap like a ragdoll, gravity forcing the cock deeper with each drop. Cum leaked in rivers down Alex's thighs, his hole swollen and prolapsed slightly, a red, puffy ring everted from the abuse. By dawn, Rex had unloaded four times, each spurt a viral payload. Alex lay curled on the floor, shivering, his ass a throbbing ruin—bruised purple, leaking endlessly, abdomen cramping from the invasion. Rex zipped up, tossing a stained blanket over him. 'You can crash here till you sober up. But you're mine now, kid. Drive me wherever after.' Alex sobbed quietly, the weight of violation and infection sinking in, his naive world shattered in one brutal night.

hey pigpozdad I am a poz bottom and not on meds. I am always looking for a new strains and bugs. I am in the NYC area and would love for you to breed me with your toxic loads. Text me. 973 997 4934

Expectations are high ...

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I am not close to some of you, but my hole has been pretty stretched. When I spend the day at home I will keep my 8" (circumference) plug in most of the day. Maybe 4 times a week I get to keep my 10" in for a couple hours at a time. I have a 12" which I play with maybe a couple of times a week. But I havent been able to keep it in for more than an hour. I guess I need to be more determined. Id love to do 14" but I cant imagine getting that open. I also usually get fisted once a week or so. I know I have started to develope a pearmeant looseness in my ass. When I feel the need to shit I have to find a toilet pretty quickly or I will have an "accident". As someone else said It might be that I plug so often my ass doesn't get a chance to close back to normal. I wonder if the damage is pearmeant or if I stopped stretching it would close tight again.

noxon seems to have reduced their Poz parties from 3 last year to one this year in October 2026. Also they seem to no longer feature their twice weekly naked breeding nights. Lack of interest? Need to get more info on Reds.

What is your opinion if you see a hot guy sagging his pants? Does that make you wanna approach him more or does it give you more of a signal?

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This is a beautiful ass I would love to play with. 2-4 sessions a month? I guess it’s not bad if one session lasts 8-10 hours.

I was raised Catholic -- 12 years of school -- so I understand the indoctrination, though I suspect LDS was even worse. At least the nuns taught me good grammar 🙂 Of all the fucked up people I know, the root cause for almost all was either abuse (sexual or otherwise) or religion.

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I’m glad folks are enjoying this one….

I have been bent over and had my ass pounded in my daddy's kitchen No foreplay just drop shorts and let him in to spunk in my guts His wife would divorce him if he did that with her No babies no fuss just a willing ass to be used and pounded hard

It won't be too long and I don't do all build-up and then half a chapter of action. Promise!

Great start. I can't wait to see how it all pans out.

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I Didn’t Bring a Condom (Chapter 9) Life for the next six months became a swirling whirl of sex. Most days I was dealing with three or four clients ending the day with cum dripping from my ass. One on one, couples, small orgies, massive orgies, the odd sex show, every event and day started to blur into the next. I had never heard about burnout, so when it hit like a freight train I was totally immobilized for the first week. My folks having not heard from me for the week finally came to my fancy new apartment. Somehow, I found enough energy to get to and let them in the door, but then I collapsed at their feet. For the next three days they nursed me with chicken soup broth until my appetite began to return. They had observed similar breakdowns in fellow porn stars whose careers had blasted off to great success. They got in touch with their promoter friends that had made a great fortune in the porn industry. This couple had a sailing yacht on the Mediterranean and invited me to join them for a month of rest, sun and salt water. At first the idea of nothing to do for a month terrified me. However, a few days of no clothes, watching my skin turn golden brown and learning the incredible buoyancy of swimming in the Mediterranean captured and soothed my body, mind and spirit. Each time we came to a port of call they invited me to go ashore with them, but I chose to stay on board. From the deck I could see the Calibur and beauty of the men and knew I would not be able to resist. Deep in my being I knew I needed a good long sabbatical from my sex work, indeed from any and all sex other that enjoying the sensuousness of my naked tanning body. At the beginning of my last week on the boat my gracious hosts wondered what I had in mind next. I had no idea. They knew of a tantric yoga teacher who specialized in helping sex workers stay more fully in the moment and grounded in their bodies. This sounded perfect for my professional learning goals, and I flew off to Costa Rica at the end of the week. Jonathan our Yogi provided an amazing weeklong mentorship for the six guys in attendance. Day one we gathered in the shade of the open walled thatched roofed structure in the warm breezes off the nearby ocean. As instructed, we all wore loose clothing for the heat and ease of stretching. We were introduced to basic mindfulness practices like slowly eating a single raisin with curiosity and intention. We were taught about ‘mindful cleansing breath’. And we were guided through many basic yoga positions and stretches. Day two started with a quick review of day one. Coming back from morning break we partnered up and were guided through a tantric experience of slowly disrobing our learning mate. Considering most of us only had loose tank tops and shorts it was amazing this tantric exercise took until lunch. The entire afternoon was spent learning naked tantric yoga. We had all signed a waver to abstain from sex until after the third night, so day three was more naked yoga under the thatched roof, out in full sun on the beach, sitting in the surf of the waves, and then floating out in the rollers. With all the sun, water and fresh air everyone had an incredibly good sleep. We arrived naked as instructed under the thatched roof for day four. Jonathan invited Jack to lie face down on a message table in front of the gathering. Strip a stereotypical Lumber Jack of his blue jeans and plaid shirt and you have the beautiful male specimen of naked Jack. Jonathan demonstrated a long and relaxing tantric message for the next three hours. We could see Jack melting into deeper and deeper relaxation as Jonathan’s hands worked there magic. We were then all invited to take a skinny dip letting the waves relax our bodies and minds. After lunch we broke into new groups of two and were led through an erotic tantric exercise which would culminate in us jerking ourselves off for our learning partner. Another skinny dip and afternoon break was followed by a similar exercise but this time we would jerk off our partner. I was paired with a beautiful bear with a 6 inch and very thick erection. It was amazing to stroke and play with. His hand job simultaneously on my ‘wood’ was amazing and we both reached climax at the same moment. His first shot of cum went in my right eye. Mine painted the thick dark hair on his chest. Regaining our breath, we laughed and the longing look in each of our eyes communicated we needed more from each other. That night the bear and I shared a bed. We were quickly 69ing and it didn’t take long for us to be draining each other’s third load of the day down each other’s throats. We slept like well fed babies. Day five, lucky Jack was called forward for Jonathan to demonstrate full penetrative tantric sex with Jonathan. From the hardons around the group it was clear everyone was enjoying this sight. The usual message was followed by a deep internal message of Jack's ass hole. His appreciative moans lubricated the sexual action. When it was time to fuck Jonathan rolled on a condom, penetrated Jack and began a slow deliberate intimate love making action. This lasted quite a while until the pace and intensity picked up and Jack received an impressive pounding. Finally, he couldn’t help but stroke out his load with a loud appreciative growl. I couldn’t help but notice Jonathan had not filled the condom as he ripped it off. Lunch was a finger food feast served on the naked body of Fredrico, our Porta Rican student. I especially enjoyed meet balls resting on his belly button, and a desert of whipped cream sucked off his cock. I was the fortunate guy to bring him over the edge and add his cum cream to the lunch in my belly. After lunch and another skinny dip I was invited to take centre stage on a beach blanket in the full sun. Jonathan gave me a wonderful erotic tantric message. His expert hands were both relaxing and driving me crazy. I was deeply relieved when he lifted my ankles onto his shoulders. Fredrico was invited to come forward and coat Jonathan’s impressive cock with coconut oil. Although I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, I was still expecting a condom. Without a word Jonathan’s big raw cock was guided into my hairy ass. I just kept nodding my consent as every inch sunk deeper and deeper. There was no gentle love making. I was pounded for the next half hour. Other than the change in his breath no permission was asked. Holding as deep as he could go inside me, he convulsed rope after rope of cum. I was delirious with joy. Again, with no spoken consent requested or given by me Jonathan made an announcement after break. Anyone wanting to breed me and demonstrate their comprehension of tantric erotic sex was welcome to do so. The bear was first to jump at the chance, and two others followed in quick succession. Fredrico was the last of these. The other two participants did their demonstrations sheathed in Fredrico’s willing ass. With my self-imposed abstinence over I stayed out on the beach after everyone else had gone to bed. Three locals happened along and although none spoke English all their loads joined the copious amounts from our days program. I knew I was ready to go back to work. Little did I know how soon I would encounter the illusive object of my sexual obsession, Dan.

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Especially his ex, mmm now you know what he's been missing.

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