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So last night I had an 81 year old pound my ass. I’m a muscle jock. I’m a dad of 6. One of the best fucks of my life. No limits given and incredible energy. Still in disbelief how good it was.

You. I know you. You keep up a straight facade in the real world, and at times, you still try convincing yourself you're bisexual. Yet you know as well as I do, it's been a little too long since you came to straight porn. To women. There's just something about watching men together that you can't get away from. Something pure, something primal. Let me tell you how this will all play out. I can see your future, read your palms. Your life is already decided, a path carved into bone since the day you were born. At some point, you'll stumbled across poz porn. For weeks and weeks, it's all you can watch. You'll feel that itch again and again, and shift into your normal routine. You close your blinds. You drop your pants. You browse for a second, but you already know which one you want to watch. You click on a favorite you've saved, and lick your lips as it starts playing. You see the bottom get on his knees and pull down the pants of another man. A stranger. They're in-between two beds in a sleazy motel room. Your ears perk up, listening to the poz talk. The top asking some seemingly innocent questions, like what is he is doing here. Innocent until the bottom pauses his blowjob to look up, directly into his top's eyes, and tell him, he wants his poz seed. Just hearing that initial exchange gets you harder than anything you've ever heard before. They move positions to the bed. You stroke and stroke, picking up momentum while watching the top devour the bottom's neg hole. The bottom moaning in pleasure, on his back, holding his legs up. Holding his hole open. So fucking open. So fucking vulnerable. You fixate on the top's cock as he presses the head in, and asks a final question, "my viral load is over a million, you sure you want it?" The bottom, hesitates for a split second, before responding "Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes please, I want your poz seed in me." You cover yourself in your own fluids right as the top unloads his toxic gift inside. You feel confused in your post nut clarity, still not 100% believing another man would willingly accept a gift like that. Not even accepting it; but craving it, begging for it. That's crazy, you think - but couldn't be me. I would never. You lie to yourself, because you just don't know it yet. The realization hasn't dawned on you, but you've already fallen down the rabbit hole. You just haven't hit the bottom yet. You think you can resist, turn around, change direction. But there is no way to return. You close the browser and clean up. And you carry on pretending. Carry on your facade. Until the next time. Until the next itch. And the next. Over time, your perspective shifts. What you consume, consumes you. You decide, I think it's time for a break from PrEP. But I'll just play safe. So you have some fun with neg tops only. Or with condoms. But the more porn you watch, the more begging you listen to, the more you crave it. The more you fantasize about being the bottom. The more you imagine yourself, on your knees, asking for it directly. Locking eyes before unburdening yourself. The more risk involved, the more of a turn on it is. Fantasy is slipping into reality. It slowly begins to be not enough to satiate you fully. You start getting riskier and riskier. A top hits you up on a hookup app, his profile displays key words like condoms or PrEP, things you used to look for, have now become a negative. He's hot for sure, but you're just simply no longer interested. You close their profile. You'll scour profiles over and over, looking for that key word you subconsciously know you want. "Positive." You'll hover over the send message button, but ultimately you can't control yourself. All it takes, is just the thought of sending him a message. It's enough to send ropes of cum blasting over you. It's enough - for now. You close the browser. Clean up. The cycle ends and begins again. Your consumption brings you to the world of Chemsex videos, and a new fixation begins. Even more Primal. Raw. Insatiable. Piggy. Free. You watch their inhibitions melt completely away with each click of the torch. Watching that switch flip in real time. You think, before he takes that first inhale, I could see this guy being a family man. Right before his true self is unleashed. Right before his facade fades out. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a light bulb goes off in your head that you can't turn off. Outside of just a normal, growing desire to try it and experience how good it feels, you start to think, this... This is exactly what I need. My inhibitions are the only thing preventing me from what I want. So, you decide, you need your inhibitions gone. After some positive reinforcement of orgasm after orgasm, watching men melt away into pigs, you decide, I need to try this. Today. You log into the usual sites, and thanks to all the videos you've watched, you start noticing keywords in profiles that indicate partying. You learn what to look for, and eventually, it happens. You found it. You found someone who has some favors to share. That first inhale is pure bliss. Over time, trying it over and over, you can't believe the heights of pleasure it has taken you to. Yet there's still a part of you that is clinging desperately, logically, holding you back. You don't know how to say openly, "I want your poz seed in me." You're still afraid. Afraid of being completely honest and open with another, despite how many clouds you exhale. But it's it's still working in the background, unnoticed, eroding your inhibitions from the inside. So you'll party for a little while, then decide to take a break. That stubborn part of you, will pull yourself up from the ledge you were hanging from. The ledge you desperately crave to go over. Not this time, you think. But deep down, you know you're only delaying the inevitable. Each and every inhale and exhale, you feel that grip slipping, just a little bit more. Horny and in heat, you've let that itch go too long without a scratch. You find yourself browsing sites on a normal, boring Tuesday night. Not your normal routine, but you need it tonight. You hit up the sites again, when you stumble on his profile again. That one. The one you've checked out before and fantasized about, but could never muster the courage to message. He messages you instead. He is free right now, and looking. He can't be real. This can't be real. But you'll continue replying to his messages eagerly. There is a shift inside. You can't stop yourself from replying back to him. You think, we're just chatting, no harm done. Yet there is something about him that has you desperate to finally give in. To let your desire take the wheel, and steer the car fully. He wants to party, and you reply, I do too. He wants to free you of your inhibitions. You reply, I want them destroyed. He tells you, he can certainly get you to that point. Your mind races at the thought, wondering if he is as open minded like you are. Like to want to be. But you know the answer already. The moment comes when you decide, I need to know. You hit send on the most important message. The most honest message you've ever sent to someone. You lay your desires out fully. You let your guard down completely. You wait patiently for his reply. You refresh the page a few times, and then you see it in your inbox. You read his reply. For the first time ever in your life, someone sees you. he sees you. The real you. You think, it's finally happening. This is crazy. Am I crazy? Your mind races off on what if's, but your desire shifts the goalposts. Starts prying your logical fingers clinging to the ledge, one by one. You tell yourself, it's okay if I convert, because the worry will come later. Being poz today, tomorrow, the next week, does not matter in the grand scheme of things. You think, it isn't logical though. I shouldn't. But I want to. Should I? As your mind circles the drain, two sides of you fight for control. logic and desire, order and chaos. Desire inevitably wins, your logic has been eroded out, a frail shell of what it once was. Desire begins prying that final finger off the ledge, and you freefall. You think, No. Fuck that. It doesn't have to make sense. It's okay if I convert, because, and only because, I want this. I need this. You let go of worrying about your future. About your work. About what your friends and family will think. Your mind clears. You want to live in the moment. You want to be unburdened by your inhibitions. You want freedom from the lies you tell. You remove the shackles from your wrists completely. You reply. I'm ready.

So maybe 10 years ago, I was still asking guys to rubber up; especially since I'd just moved to LA. I always clean out pretty weel and knew I'd be ggod. I was playing around with a guy and he was fucking me. Started off as a nice slow fuck but as guy got closer to getting off, turned into a jack rabbit pounding. He was big beefy guy with a huge dick and I'd poppered up to relax and was really enjoying the fuck. He fucked me so hard I came hands free which then caused him to scream as he came. As he pulls out he says, oh shit, the condom came off. Before I can even say anything he's pulling his clothes on, appologizing and runs out the door. I hadn't checked but thought he'd put the condom on, but figured ok, well what an asshole; for stealthing me. I hit the toilet, only a small dribble comes out, so a take a shower trying to figure out my next move. I head to bed and am out pretty fast. So the next day, late in the afternoon, I finally feel the urge to take a dump. As I'm sitting there I start pushing and feel an odd sensation and find the condom working its way out. I pull it out, and as it exits a huge splooge of cum exits my hole. Fuck, turns out he fucked it deep into me and I'm so turned on by what he did. Well by the next couple of fucks the condoms burn my ass and I ask them to remove it. Only 1 of 5 complained. I figured maybe having it in there so long created a sensitivity to latex in my ass as the condom burn was so intense. So after that I'm going raw and haven't looked back. So curious, what are other guys first known stealthing and how did it impact you.

Just got back from a work trip in Florida. By far the best part was eating three men's holes. 😛😛😛

Shame you had to edit the ending.. him being ordered to back up on a filthy cock after being used as a fleshlight really hit just right.. but alas, the rules are the rules. thanks for the writing, hot as fuck.

Looking forward to seeing what the apprentice learns

Story got me hard, holds up well even 13 years later

Started off fucking raw with my teen buddies. We didn’t think anything of using condoms. We couldn’t ask parents to buy them, they didn’t hand them out for free. My teenage lizard brain was all about getting fucked and bred by my fellow teammates and high school buddies. Assumed everyone was safely “negative” so fucking raw was ok. It wasn’t until I left to go to university that condoms became something of a requirement for fucking. Too much risk with a new population of fuckbuds from different areas/different experiences. I was becoming increasingly promiscuous so safe sex was unfortunately something I kept with. It was always hot asking a top to just put his tip inside my hole. It would then lead to sliding his entire shaft up my hole and holding it there. I’d beg for them to not cum inside me, pull out slide on condom and resume fucking. Eventually, I had a few tops not pull out quick enough and shoot their loads inside me. It as risky as fuck, but felt so good and it made me crave the hot bareback sex I had in my earlier youth. I finally just stopped asking for tops to use condoms.

4 hired guys, only one I knew did porn and 2 who started later.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. Mine is 404. I made an Excel workbook. I don't think I agree with the scoring scale. There were only 28 things I didn't heck. Ugh.

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My Owners don't consider me a slave, to them I am their property and treat me as such.

Great read, thanks for sharing your inspiration. Great way to inspire many of us to become mares at similar events.

Even when I was trying to be safe I would definitely have let that first guy fuck me when the third guy said he should. I love giving up control and being used. And I've had a fuck buddy who had me meet him at the baths so he could whore me out and watch me take loads. Surrendering control is exhilirating.

This morning (just) at Noxon in Gran Canaria

Reminds me of the guy who introduced me to piss sex when I met him in a cruisy park in Boston. I said I had to piss and he just grinned and said "save it." It had actually never occurred to me to actually piss on someone. It was SO hot. We walked the two blocks back to my apartment and pissed on each other in the bathtub. Two weeks later I went to the dentist and he walked into the treatment room to clean my teeth. It's very weird to have someone flirt with you WHILE cleaning your teeth which is (for me anyway) about the most unsexy thing there is.

I was a high school junior and 17 years old. For the first time, my parents were going to leave me by myself for a weekend and I was not going to waste a chance at doing something I was in a big hurry to do. I knew an older guy who told me he'd take out to 'the bars' whenever I wanted to go. Once I knew the dates my parents would be gone, we started making plans. The older guy was maybe 27, at most, who I had met in a mall bathroom with a glory hole. The bar was called Keys (at the first location), at E 9th and Bolivar, in Cleveland, OH. I remember being most worried about being asked for an ID but I was tall and cute and for some reason they never asked. The bar itself was a small cocktail bar and it was, by far, the most glamorous place I had ever been to in my life. It was decorated in that 1980's postmodern style with shiny black lacquer furniture and dramatic lights pointing at glam floral arrangements and at framed Patrick Nagel prints hanging on the walls. I remember saying to my friend that the next time we came, I should bring cigarettes in order to look more cool. He told me how to ask the bartender for a drink, and the only drink name I could think of was one I'd heard on TV and thought sounded very sophisticated, a 7 & 7. I didn't really like but drank it down anyway. After we left Keys, my friend drove us around downtown Cleveland and pointed out where the other bars and baths were located. Since no one was expecting me at home I went back to my older friend's trailer (yes, a trailer) and he fucked my brains out. We fucked around for a few more weeks but we never went back to the bars together again. I did run into him again a year or so later at the bathhouse where I was becoming a regular. but that's another story.

Wish I knew of one, miss those days myself!

Always been attracted by older men, since I can remember. Lost my virginity to a man as old as my father. One of the best fuck I had was with a man in his 70's when I was 30. It was BB and before Prep

Anyone?

I had "big" hopes for today, but I ended up barely managing to keep a Deep Space 70 in my hole for 8 minutes. Following some advice on here, I used poppers, and I had to use them every minute or so to keep the stretch pain at bay. I think I need to use a smaller plug first, maybe this was too big for a first stretch in many months.