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This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626

You joined last month and ^^^this^^^ is your 2nd post. You don't have a clue what the site used to be like.

I was back in town for my 10 year high school reunion. It was the first time I had been back since I helped my parents move almost seven years earlier. That occasion was also the last time I saw and got fucked by Gary. I have been keeping in touch with him every since we graduated. He was outted to his mother just before graduation, she kicked him out, he moved into an apartment and got on with his life. A few days after he got kicked out I stopped by his apartment to see how he was doing, one thing lead to another, Gary popped my cherry. But that is a story for another day. Gary was a cute nerdy guy, 5’6” 115 pounds, sandy hair with killer green eyes and a nice thick, cut 6.5” cock. I was an still am a runner, 5’11” 145 pounds blond with blue eyes and a cut 6” cock but not as thick as Gary’s. He was elated when I told him I was coming to town for the reunion and begged for me to stay with him. Yeah, he just wanted to save me some money for a hotel. Right. LOL I rang the doorbell, Gary answered wearing dark green nylon shorts and a white t-shirt and looking exactly like he did in HS although a little gaunt. I entered kicked off my flip flops, we hugged, I bent down, we kissed with Gary pushing his tongue in my mouth which I sucked on. Not sure how long we sucked face but we did break the kiss and Gary’s bulge under his shorts showed he was happy to see me. That or he was just horny to fuck my ass. We sat on the couch, started chit chat but I couldn’t keep my eyes of his bulge. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts, I was transfixed by it, that bulge of his took me back to when I first saw his cock, back to when Gary took my virginity. Thinking back on how perfect his cock was, how it hurt at first, then felt great as he pounded my ass and exploded inside me. I licked my lips, I felt someone shaking me, I came back to reality. Gary was laughing at me saying “You must have taken a vacation 'cause you stopped talking, and have had a vacant look all the time you've been licking your lips. What were you thinking about? My dick? Were you thinking about the first time I fucked you?” I looked at him, gave a sheepish smile and answered "Yeah, that was exactly what I was thinking.” He rubbed his cock some more then pulled the waist band down and his cock popped out. “Why don’t you get down there and get reacquainted with my dick?" I took my shirt off, got on my knees, pulled his shorts all the way off, he spread his legs, I got between them and licked the head of his cock. A little precum formed on the tip, I licked it up and started sucking on his dick. I was enjoying the feeling of his dick slipping between my lips, sliding across my tongue, burying my nose in his pubes. Gary grabbed my head and started face fucking me for a short time, he stopped I buried his cock in my throat, vacuum sucking his cock. He slid his hands down my back, stopping at my ass, grabbing each cheek and squeezing. Quietly he ordered me to unbutton my shorts. I pulled off his cock, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts then resumed sucking his dick. His hands slid under my shorts caressing my butt, his fingers deftly playing with my crack causing a long moan to escape me. "It's time for your ass to welcome my cock," Gary commented. With that he pulled me off his cock and gestured for me to stand, drop my shorts, and follow him into the bedroom. Once there I turned to kiss him, made a grab for his shirt to take it off, he slapped my hand away and chuckled saying “That’s for later.” Weird, but then he pushed me back on the bed and we started making out again so I forgot it. His hard cock pressed against me, he started a rhythmic rocking motion, I spread my legs and bent my knees up, causing his cock to start sliding up my crack giving him access to my ass. Gary looked into my eyes and asked "You ready for me to fuck you, to slide my bare hard cock into your body, to share my special gift, to make you part of me forever?” "Oh, fuck yeah, Gary. I want you in my ass. I want you to fuck me.” He grabbed the insides of my knees, pushed them back toward my head, I reached up and held them for him as he smeared some lube on his cock and my hole. He lined his hard, bare cock with my hole and pushed in causing both of us to moan, he feed me half his cock, pulled out then slid back in, deeper, repeated until he was balls deep in my ass. “My precum is coating your guts, making it slippery for the ass pounding I am going to give you. I'll keep thrusting until my cock explodes in you, spreading my DNA to you, giving you that special gift.” He was fucking me all the while, his cock sliding in and out of my guts. He put my legs on his shoulders and really started fucking me, changing his speed from short rabbit thrusts to long slow deep penetration to an all out assault on my hole. We were both cover in sweat his shirt sticking to him, said he was getting really close, then he growled and started rabbit fucking again, I felt his cock swell, he made several quick thrusts followed by a hard lunge, more quick thrusts and hard lunge as his cock was exploding deep in my guts. He laid on top of me, I could feel his heart beating, his spent cock still inside me, stayed hard. He smiled, kissed me remarking "That's round one. I can definitely keep fucking," and with that he resumed fucking me, his cock making squishing noise as he slid in on the first load he had deposited in my ass. He pulled out, grabbed my hips and twisted, I rolled over on all fours, assumed the position head down, ass up. Gary slid back in, fucking his first load deep into my guts, reading my mind he said “I am forcing my DNA babies into your guts with every thrust of my cock, my gift will find a home in you; you will carry me with you forever.” He began pounding my ass harder than the first time, he didn’t vary his tempo this time, he just kept at it. He started slowing down, pulled out and told me to get on my back, I flipped over, spread my legs pulling them up, he grabbed my ankles and started thrusting again, more urgent, more intense like he was on a mission. He asked if I wanted his load again, I said yes. With that he pulled off his sweat soaked shirt, resumed fucking, that is when I noticed a biohazard symbol on his left pec and a scorpion on his right. The scorpion had a red drop coming from the stinger. I knew what those represented, Gary saw my look, smiled and said I told you I wanted to give you my gift, you spread your legs giving me access to your ass, letting me bare fuck you, besides it is too late. With the first fuck I tore you up. I saw blood on my cock, so I know my DNA is already invading your body." I just stared at him, many emotions flashed past in an instant but I was feeling his cock sliding in and out my ass, his handsome face glistening with sweat, I gave in to the fuck, accepted what had happened and let Gary make me one with him. A few minutes later he dropped his second charged load in my ass.

That's my hope. Hell, if guys want to play with self-harm, try flogging and then move up to whipping. You can get permanent scars with the most extreme forms of whipping. Provided you take care of the wounds properly, they'll heal and you'll live a completely normal life - just with a few scars. [But tops - please learn to do whipping properly - done improperly you can harm the sub's kidneys. The tails of the flogger/whip should never "wrap" around the side of the body - they should only hit squarely on the center of the sub's upper back. There - that was my BDSM 101 lesson for the day.] The point being - there are safe ways to be a sub that don't include disability and death. Provided it's all consensual, those forms of self-harm are fine. They're on the level of bug chasing and getting HIV and going on meds - they won't ruin your life or kill you.

Since becoming poz, I've always practiced safe fucking. I've never even thought about doing anything remotely unsafe - and I always spread the word about condom use among my friends. I'm a bottom so I never thought about being concerned with a neg top fucking me bare. transmission I assume is low. But I have this asshole friend of mine named Jake - or at least a guy I always run into because we have many friends in common. He thinks that poz guys who get knocked up do so because they are too promiscuous. He actually said "they fuck too much and don't know when to stop so I don't have any sympathy for them." I decided right then and there that my mission was to set up his ass some how. It also helped knowing he is a big fan of Disneyland, so putting everything I knew about Jake, I had the perfect idea to get poz cum up his hole - and I wasn't thinking one load. About six or seven months had passed and I decided it was time to make my move, and by good fortune I ran into Jake at a birthday party. I casually mentioned to him I was going to an amusement park in Anaheim with a group of guys and that we got a hotel room to make it an all weekend full of fun. I told him I had an extra ticket because someone had canceled. He ran the idea through his mind and asked me if he could buy the ticket from me. I told him that it would save me the trouble from being fucked over since the other guy had canceled on me. I also mentioned the other guy lived in Santa Ana and wasn't going to stay in the hotel room. After speaking to him, I ended up having him agree to sleep on the hotel room floor. We figured we wouldn't tell the front desk the room would have five guests staying instead of four. It was a big hotel room with two beds. I told him to bring an extra pillow. It was summer so there wasn't really a need to bring extra blankets. The next part of the plan was to now get poz tops into bareback fucking a negative asshole. I put an ad on a popular bareback site with the heading "Poz Tops Needed for Conversion Party." On the Wednesday before the Friday night sleep-over, I had 26 tops who responded. I had to separate those on the from the list those who were NOT poz, which reduced the number to 15, and then I did my best to eliminate the flakes, which reduced the list to 12. After talking to nine of them who gave me their number, I explained the plan. They were to stay most of the first night and take turns making trips to the restroom and seducing Jake to surrender his hole to them - bareback. It was probably going to be a challenge. I had nine guys who continued to express interest in the undertaking. During each interview, I jotted notes on how committed they seemed, how turned on they were from the scene, if they were really off meds and if they had ever pozzed a neg man before. Dick size played a small part, but I definitely wanted tops with bigger than average dick sizes. I also noted that a couple were able to give more than one load up an unsuspecting asshole. After I narrowed my search, I came up with the best three poz guys of the bunch. They had 26 inches of poz dick they could offer a hungry bottom. All three claimed to be aggressive and would not pull out early. One of the tops claimed to have pozzed up at least 14 men that he knew of for sure. Friday night came and the Jake arrived right after I did as planned. It was around 10pm. We planned to get a good rest and start off bright and early as soon as the park opened. Jake staked his blanket and pillow on the floor near the restroom. As he was about to lye down, I asked him if he was really going to sleep with pajamas with firetrucks all over. I told him that was kind of goofy and that he could sleep the way I do, bare ass naked. The other guys aren't going to look or care I pointed out, but it would stand out when he got up in the morning to shower. And besides, it was in the middle of summer. Soon after Jake and I had dozed off and the other 3 came trickling into the hotel room. They had no suitcases since they weren't going to stay the whole night. I had the biggest dick top sleep with me in my bed. The top in my bed held me by wrapping his arms around me with his dick resting along my crack. Too bad his dick wasn't going to slide up my hole. Jake was sound asleep while the other guys were waiting for my signal. The first guy I had go first went to the restroom. He was naked and had a semi-hard-on. He left the bathroom light on which provided me with a small amount of light just enough to watch the show, yet make the bottom feel comfortable that it was night. The top crouched down on his knees and starting rubbing Jake's body. One hand was feeling his arms, back and legs. The other hand was seducing his asscheeks and crack. The top also started to lightly tug on his Jake's dickshaft. Jake woke up with a rging hard-on. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jake whispered. "I can't sleep and I'm really horned up. I was hoping you were a bottom," the top whispered back. Didn't take long before the top had his poz bare dick up Jake's ass. I could tell Jake was trying to be careful not to wake anyone up. The top played along. His dick sea-sawed back and forth, up and down his ass shoot. All of a sudden, the top thrusted hard for a couple stroked up Jake's ass as he was feeding Jake's ass with some grade A American poz cum. The top whispered, "My name is Brad, what's yours?" "Jake," he whispered back, "I don't usually fuck bareback." The top told Jake not to worry about it and went back in bed. About a half hour later another top did much the same thing. The previous top who had fucked already left for home. In no time, the second top with a nine inch dick was breathing heavy with desire as he was fucking Jake's hole. as predicted, Jake was on the receiving end of a poz load. Now there was only one poz top left, and he was a multiple orgasm top. The top nudged Jake awake and asked him if he wanted to share his bed because the other top left home to deal with an emergency. Jake was tired but complied. Jake's ass took a pounding. I decided to come out of the blanket and lay in my bed stroking while Jake was getting fucked over. Jake saw me but didn't seem to want to stop because of embarrassment. I egged them on, and walked over to the bed and began playing and stroking Jake's balls and dick. "Get your faggot hands off me!" Jake screamed. In this situation I knew I had the upper hand. I gestured 'fuck you' with my middle finger, accompanied with a loud retort "Fuck you! And I mean really, fuck you!" "I don't want your AIDS hands touching my balls and dick!" Jake screamed out. "So how many poz cum loads do you think you took tonight Jake? Just how many?" The top was breathless and about to squirt his fourth load up Jake's asshole. "I count six loads. Six poz creamy loads!" Jake looked at the top, who just shrugged with a lascivious smile. "Why didn't you tell me the guys were all poz?" "Why would it matter," I asked, "You never bareback, remember?"

I'm a bottom, born and "bred", but there is still a small fraction of me that gets the urge to top every blue moon or so. The conditions have to be just right-- I have to be in the mood, there needs to be a muscular furry ass, bareback sex is a must, and usually there needs to be some sort of scene or kink. Just a run of the mill fuck session won't do it for me. A couple weeks ago I found myself in such a position. I was actually cruising the Craigslist ads for a horny top when I stumbled across this guy's ad: "26yo, 5'10", 160 lbs, bottom looking for anonymous sex. I dont need to see pictures- just have a decent cock an like to fuck an ass. I will be blindfolded, you walk in to my bedroom and fuck me. Safe only. I'll have condoms and lube handy. No drugs. Poppers ok." Safe only, but he's gonna be blindfolded?? Oh, this would be too easy. And my cock was rock hard at the prospect of sneaking my poz swimmers into this stupid boy's hole. So I responded to his ad. About 5 minutes later my inbox chimed and he said he was interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and through this conversation I found out that he'd been at this awhile already and five different men had already taken turns. I told him I had no problem being sloppy sixth. He sent me his address and door code. He wasn't far away so within 15 minutes I was creeping into his apartment. Sure enough, the boy was laying on his bed, stroking his cock and blindfolded as promised. Damn he was cute! Blonde, small patch of chest hair, decent body, and a good 6 " dick. I stripped immediately and walked over to the bed, to get my dick into his mouth. While walking to the bed, I noticed a few condoms lying on the floor. Three were obviously used and full of cum, the other couple just looked like piles of plastic. Naturally my mind starts to form a plan of anal attack. Without a word I push my precummy head to his lips, an he immediately starts sucking. I'm not huge (only about 7") so he managed me pretty well. I let him go on for about 5 minutes, slurping and moaning on my dick before I yanked out of his mouth, swiped a couple of the full condoms off the floor and moved to get on the bed. When I fuck, I do it doggy or standing-- no making out, just animal fucking. Plus, I like that view of a guy-- all ass, back an shoulders as I watch my dick slide in and out. So I grab this boy's legs and cross them and push a bit. The non-verbal cue to roll over. He does and gets up on all fours. I grab the lube and squirt some into my hand, then I gently start fingering the lube into his hole. He moans while I work his hole slowly. It feels very warm and wrt inside, so I crook my finger a bit to massage his prostate, and then pull out of his butt. And damn if a white blob of cum doesn't pop out of his pucker! Some top has beat me to the stealthing game! But I was gonna do him one (or two) better. I squirted out some more lube on my cock and started to tease his hole with my head. Even though he obviously was enjoying this, he still managed to say, "I need you to put on a condom.". Well, he never said to put on a fresh, unused condom did he? So I paused and opened up one of the foil packs loudly and promptly dropped that condom on the bed. Then I picked up one of the used ones, and pulled it on inside out. I made sure he heard the rubber snapping sounds around my cock. I dripped some lube on his hole, then quickly mounted him. I had my fixk about half inside when his hand flew back to check to see if a condom was present. Once satisfied, he settled his chest on the mattress and let me fuck away. The only good thing about the condom was that being a notoriously fast cummer, it decreased the sensations on my dick so I wouldn't pop in a minute. But thank god for the visual of a used, cummy condom going in and out between his golden fur mounds. The knowledge that I was fucking another man's load into this boy was keeping me rock hard. As was the idea that someone else had stealthed him already. Probably some unscrupulous poz fucker too. I fucked this bottom whore slowly- and while doing it I grabbed the other used condom. This one was pretty full and the cum was very liquid by this point. I started pouring out bits onto my dick when I was on the out stroke and then plunging my dick back in with it's freshly "lubed" surface. I did this repeatedly until that condom was empty and the bottom's ass was full. Then I got down to business. I was never gonna cum with this condom on me, no matter how hot the scene. So I started fucking him harder, pulling all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. His hole was so fucking sloppy at this point that I couldn't believe he didn't notice the cum. I mean, hell, the room stunk of spunk! But he was doing poppers so perhaps that was it. I waited for him to take another big hit, then I pulled all the way out and quickly pinched the tip and pulled hard. And just as the boy was begging for me to shove it back in him, I felt the latex give way and split. I quickly rolled the split down past my head and then shoved back inside his ass. The wet heat of his hole enveloped my cockhead and sent me into heaven. As predicted, his hand shot back again to check for the condom. He felt the rubber on my shaft and was again satisfied. With my now exposed head, it wouldn't take me long. I pumped away an let my orgasm build. By my reckoning, this "safe only" boy had at least some of three different men's DNA inside him, and probably some HIV too. And in another minute he definitely would. My load built to the point of no return so thrust a few more times as hard as i could and I let it go. It had been so long since I came in a guy's ass that I had forgotten what it felt like. Truth be told, I'd only fucked one other ass since my diagnosis, and that was of another poz guy. Id forgotten how abdolutely fucking great it felt to cum in another man's guts! The warmth, the hot,wet flood of it, the feeling of the intestines encasing and massaging your dick. Now, I'm a big cummer, but damn it felt like I shot so much I turned inside out! "Damn, I can almost feel you cumming!" the bottom said. I thought to myself "Ha, of you only knew." Once my orgasm subsided, I slowly pulled out then quickly got off the bed. I picked up the used (and unused) condoms from the bed and dropped them on the floor with their brethren. Ingot dressed quickly, and as i was leaving I also tossed the broken one on the floor too. At least when he started leaking cum like a sieve, and then got the fuck flu he would be able to figure out why. And But not which one of the tops had done it.

I was looking for something to do Christmas Eve. The whole family was away, and I was bored almost to tears. Started checking out the sites and came across a really hot guy online. His profile pics were hot and his stats were great. 5' 10" 150 pounds, muscular build, 8"cut fat cock. Oh, so great looking. Best thing was he was online and looking also. We started chatting and agreed he would come over and have a drink and we would go from there. About an hour later he was coming in my door and looking every bit as hot as his pics. We had a couple of drinks and talked a bit. It wasn't long though before our clothes were coming off. He moved in on me and kissed me and ground his hips into mine. His cock had been about half erect to start with and it didn't take long before it was up and looking even better than the pics. Mine was about 7" but looked small beside his. I was really starting to enjoy this. A few minutes later and we were in the bedroom and rolling around on the bed. I should mention that I only do safe sex and had lube and a condom laying out on the bedside table and ready. I slowly went down across that marvelous chest, sucking on each nipple and then across his hard packed stomach and soon was nibbling on the head of that beauty of a cock. I wet it and started to slowly take it in, little by little, till I had my lips against his stomach and balls. Heaven. After a few minutes of this and him playing with my ass. He got the lube from the table and started rimming me and then lubing my hole up good. My ass was tingling in anticipation. He started to run his fingers in and out and all around my hole opening my up. I was shaking, it felt so good. I grabbed the condom and opened it myself and put it on him. I noticed as I did this though that he kind of had a frown on his face, but hey, got to play safe and I hadn't asked his status at all. After making sure it was on good, I turned around on all 4s and he stuck a couple of fingers in me again for a bit to make sure I was open and ready. Seemed like an eternity, as I wanted that big cock in me and he didn't disappoint at all and rammed it home in one swoop. It hurt like hell that fast but felt great also. He started slow then with nice easy strokes in and out. I could hardly breathe as it felt so good. As he went on he got faster and harder and if possible deeper. My ass was clenching and unclenching with the pleasure of that hammering he was giving me. After about a good 30 minutes of this he started even faster and his breathing go harsher. I knew he was getting close and I was too. Then my own cock twitched and spurted my cum all over my sheets without being touched. Oh man that was so fine. Then I did a couple of really deep, hard thrusts and I knew he was cumming. Just as he drove his cock deep one last time and grunted, he reached over my shoulder and dropped the condom in front of my face and said in my ear, " Merry Christmas, I hope you like my GIFT." I looked back over my shoulder and he was grinning at me and said, "Yes, I am poz and just gave you a special gift for Christmas."

@Sum1 — trust me, having gonorrhea sucks. Getting syphilis is even worse. You’re not missing anything. Been there done all that far too many times.

Part 1 It was a regular Friday night my first summer home from college. The local bars were harder to get into than those near my campus, and I found myself being left outside while a few older friends were inside, despite trying to sneak through twice, and getting bitched at by the bouncer. So I wandered over to a friend’s house and hung out, sharing some wine with three girls. After about an hour and a half, I’d had my fill of the chatter and high pitched laughing. My mind kept wandering to men, and I was feeling really horny. REALLY horny! I’d been home 3 weeks, was missing my college friends, and most of all a couple of the guys who I’d played with during the school year. I definitely wasn’t a sexual superstar. In fact, I felt pretty awkward any time it happened. An upperclassman had taught me to bottom just before winter break, and when we returned for the spring semester, he and another friend had tried to help me get more comfortable with it. I enjoyed it, and knew I wanted more, but it always felt awkward and somewhat forced. I left my friend’s house and was driving toward home, not knowing what else to do. Maybe go back to the bar and try to slip in again. I had a slight buzz from the wine, and pulled over thinking over my options. I really wanted to get laid, in a bad, bad way. But where to go? I started thinking of places, and remembered there was an adult bookstore about 20 minutes away. I’d heard people talk about it — that there was some cruising going on, and most people called it “the last resort.” Guys had talked about it in a way that definitely made it sound like a place you didn’t want to be seen. I drove around a bit. Trying to talk myself out of going, but knowing I was really intrigued. I’d never been to one. I’d seen some porn online that was supposedly recorded in porn booths at one, but I’d never actually seen one myself. As I drove around, I got closer. I was on the main road in an older part of town where a bunch of stores had closed down and were empty. It was a long street with 4 or 5 traffic lights, and as I drove by the church on the street, I felt overwhelmingly guilty. I shouldn’t be going. But as I sat at the light outside the church, I could see about 3 blocks away a small glowing sign. That was it. I drove further, my chest feeling tight as I got closer, knowing I should turn off at the corner, and feeling ashamed when I didn’t. I pulled over about a block away, the single sign glowing on the block ahead. I could already make out the lettering “Adult Outlet.” I got out of the car, locked it, and started walking, and walked right by the door, hoping I could see inside. But all the windows were blacked out, the sign the only hint there was a store there. There were some cars along the street, but not many. I knew there was a parking lot out back, but I really didn’t want to be back in the darker alleys at this time of night, though I was tempted for the anonymity. But there wasn’t any traffic on the street, and I was a good half hour from home. I walked back past the door again and hesitated, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my eyes locked on the door. The night air was humid, but I felt a chill standing there in a tank top, shorts and flip flops. What if no one liked me? I was 19, and I had a trim body that I thought looked good with lean muscle, but I also looked really young still, and kinda nerdy. My hair was blonde with some ginger tinges, and I wasn’t really one to stand out in a crowd. I took a breath and walked in. The door chimed and my heart jumped. Inside was brightly lit, and the store had a lot of shelves everywhere. I walked around, trying to take it in and get my bearings. Lots and lots of DVDs, and some different toys. I ignored the products with women on them, and zoned in on stuff with the guys pictured on the boxes. I just got hornier. I looked around and thought maybe the stories weren’t true — there was no way people cruised in a place like this. And there were no booths, just shelves. I was about to leave when I heard the door chime again and another guy appeared out of nowhere, walking toward the front counter. There was a side hallway I hadn’t noticed, tucked behind a row of shelves. I walked that way nervously, and saw a long hallways lined with DVDs, and a doorway with a neon glow about halfway down. I started down the hallway when the clerk yelled at me, “You need to purchase a ticket, kiddo.” My heart stopped and I wanted to run. But I had to go back back toward the front desk anyway. I walked up, the other guy furnishing his purchase. He looked at me as he turned around, smiled, and headed toward the back again, disappearing into the neon glowing doorway. “You want a ticket?” I nodded. “ID?” I fumbled my ID, dropping it twice, and handy it a bit shakily to him. He looked it over, looked at me, and I immediately feared he knew me or recognized my name on the ID and knew my parents. He handed it back. “Twelve bucks. And you should probably buy some head cleaner.” “What?” He shook his head, pulled something out of the display case, and set a small bottle wrapped in bright yellow on the counter. “You should take a bottle of this, too. I think you’ll need it.” I had no idea what it was, or why I’d need it. “Ok.” He rang me out, I paid him, and headed out back, my flip flops scuffling on the floor. My heart was racing again as I reached that glowing door. There was a purple neon sign inside that was radiating the glow, and I stepped into what was otherwise darkness. It was weird this hallway was so dark since the store was brightly lit, but I walked in and turned to my left. There was a maze of hallways, four in total, I think. My eyes adjusted and I walked slowly, seeing rows of doors in each hallway with lights above the doors, some of them blazing bright red. I didn’t know what they lights meant. I wandered, hearing grunts and porn playing. I looked in a few of the booths, seeing a small video screen and controls. After a few minutes, I stepped into one and fumbled around with the controls, pulling up some gay porn after a few tries. I was surprised to find there was actually A LOT of gay porn on the channels. I stood there, closed the door, and started watching a few channels, flipping around the different scenes and settling on a couple young guys giving head. After a minute I pulled out my cock and slowly began stroking. I was rock hard. I finally noticed the windows on either side of the booth, and some switches at the top. I played around, and realized the switches raised and lowered a screen inside the window. Holy shit! I could see inside other booths! But both were empty. I zipped up and started walking around again, checking out the hallways, and wondered who else was here. I couldn’t be the only guy here — I’d seen the guy at the counter come back here. I walked one hallway over and saw more red lights glowing above the doorways. I tried a couple of the doors, but they were locked. There was one without a light, and I tried that — empty, but between two doors with the light going. I stepped inside. The two side windows were covered, so I unzipped my shorts, started stroking slowly to some porn. I heard a whirring sound almost immediately, and looked at one of the windows. I touch the button and the screen went up — turns out both people have to had to raise their screen. Right there on the other wise was another guy with his cock out, stroking it. It was a thick cock and a long shaft. He turned so I could see it well, and. I automatically followed his example. Holy shit! There’s a guy stroking on the other wise looking at my cock. He was wearing jeans and boots, which. Was all I could see of him, his jeans halfway down his thighs. He wagged his cock toward the window, and I did the same, feeling self-conscious and awkward, but feeling myself ay through it. I wondered what his cock felt like. He kinda bent over, and I instinctively pulled my cock back into my underwear a, uncertain what was happening. He looked under the curtain, checking me out, and stood up again. Then he zipped up and abruptly left. My heart sank. Rejected right away. I suddenly felt very awkward and out of place. Standing there half naked in the glow from the video screen, I felt demoralized and decided to leave. I started to pack up and turned to the door when it suddenly opened. In stepped the guy in jeans and boots. He was tall, about 6 feet to my 5’8”, and he was wearing a button door shirt that was opened and showing off muscled pecs and dark hair. He looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s, and instantly struck me as sexy. I had never been around older guys, just college guys from school. He gave off an energy that was confident and sexy. He looked at me, looking me up and down, and held an intense stare. He reached out and tweeted a nipple, which I recoiled a little bit because it hurt and no one had ever done that. He pulled out his cock again, and pushed his jeans down to his knees. I pushed my shorts down, and they easily fell to the floor with the weight of my phone and keys in them. He reached out and pulled off my tank top, then started rubbing my chest. “nice,” he said in a quiet tone. I did the same, enthralled by. The hardness of his pecs. I suddenly felt very small. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. He ran his hands up and down. My naked body. Oh my god, I was naked in a booth with a. Stranger touching me. It was awkward, but thrilling. A part of me started to pull back to bolt, but he held me firm. He reached down and massaged my ass. I melted a little, and an amazing shiver ran up my spine. He flexed his hips, and I felt his hard, smooth cock sliding across my abs. My breathing got weird, in a way. I’d not felt it before. I started panting a little. The heat coming off his body was alluring, and I could the stark difference between the air. Conditioned air that was blowing across my naked backside. “Turn around” he whispered.

I hadn’t seen my mate Jon for some time. The last time we saw each other in the flesh was three years ago. We’d been texting on and off since, and had made plans to meet when I was next in his area, but nothing seemed to happen. I’d known that he’d become poz, and while that was a slight turn on, and I admit I’d jacked off to the idea of him pozzing me, I knew it was ultimately irresponsible thoughts. We’d finally got around to having some free time, and arranged a weekend when we were both about. We used to gear up and fuck in his sling back in the day. I knew that it would be cheeky to assume this would happen regardless whenever we met. I liked him too much as a friend and known him too long to take the piss and expect sex every time we saw each other. He’d told me that it would be a mellow weekend and, he’d welcome the company. He’d been having the occasional mojo loss apparently. One of those side effects of becoming poz which I fully respected. I told him that it would be fine, but would he mind if I wore a little something, as we’d always felt free and comfortable hanging out in some rubber. He was cool about that, and so I popped a couple of bits in my bag to change into when I got there. So we met up, was good to see him after all this time. He’d been completely freaked out by becoming poz. His messages to be were initially all of concern and worry, and then he seemed to relax back into his old self once he started meds. We’d even text filthily about brotherhood and pozzing once he got into his groove. I knew he wouldn’t want to hurt me, and we were too close. I was surprised at how he looked – no major changes, but a certain look about him that I’d discovered poz men have. Whether through meds or how severe things were. He still looked good, but I knew that he had had a few issues about it all over time. As the afternoon wore on, he said to make myself at home and slip into something more comfortable if I fancied. It felt a bit awkward, but he said he was totally fine about it. So I thought I’d pop a rubber vest and shorts on, and then came back into the room and joined him on the sofa. “Ooh nice” he said and smiled. “I might have to join you after all”. I thought that would be great. It had been ages and just feeling comfortable around each other in gear was great. He came back into the room with similar gear on. His chap shorts with the yellow stripe and jock looked as hot as ever, as was the zip up vest. I’ll admit my cock was stirring when I saw him like that. However we were behaving and you know, it’s not just all about sex, yeah? He went and got us a couple of drinks and we laid back and stared bored towards the TV. Some quiz show or other. I wasn’t really sure. However I started feeling a bit weird. Headachey, and also like I’d taken some Nytol or sleep aid. Admittedly it had been a long day and so wasn’t that bothered at first. “He put his hand on my stomach and gentled rubbed my nipples. Oh man, it was fantastic. “You’re looking good mate”, he said. “You too fella. Have missed this, just hanging out” Staring into his eyes as he grinned. I thought nothing of how I was feeling otherwise, just fully in the moment enjoying time with my mate in gear. He leaned in to kiss me and it was just like the old days. I assumed kissing would be fine. People would still kiss if they weren’t feeling sexual. Or at least I assumed. I was starting to get hard in my shorts increasingly lost in the moment, not feeling like I was in a hurry to get up or move out of his way. His hand moved down to my crotch and he gently stroked to hardening rubber bulge “Hmmm, nice”. I had missed this, and so was lost in the moment. He began to unzip my crotch and I just let him do it. Thinking that if this was a loss of mojo, then lord knows what he’d be like when his mojo was back. Just mates. Enjoying each other. He knew how to work me, after all these years, and I was letting him. I hadn’t thought where this was heading. Just loved and was living the moment. We came up for air and I reached to finish off my drink. I drained the bottle and thought it tasted a little sediment-y at the bottom. I just assumed it was the beer. I’d not heard of the brand before, as I’m not a craft beer drinker, so just believed that this was craft beers tasted like. Then I stood up, almost as if to halt what might be happening between us. I felt quite dizzy and asked for some water. That was the last thing I remembered then anyway. Waking up a little later, I groggily looked at my surroundings. The heat of the day had made the sheets sticky and, oh… this was his rubber playsheet. I recognised it from many times. How did I get here? I also felt a weight on my neck. A chain and padlock. I sure as hell wasn’t wearing that earlier. I started to feel a bit concerned and tried to focus. It was his playroom. I’d been here many times before but just wasn’t expecting to be in it on this occasion. I tried to look around and spot where he was. I could see him in the chair across the room. “Hello mate. You’re back with us then?” He was grinning. I just felt like I’d embarrassed myself and passed out. “I just needed to get you a bit more on my wavelength mate. You see, yes it’s technically true the meds are playing with my head and libido. What I didn’t mention was that I decided to bin them. I’m ‘between meds’ so to speak. Well, that’s if I decide to restart them again that is”. Now I was a tad concerned. This seemed a bit of a set-up. “You always seemed to get off on the idea of me being poz, and that’s horny. However I’ve been getting off on the idea of you being poz too. But as you say, ‘it’s all horny chat’” Oh shit, where was this heading? I thought. “But you know, I get the feeling that you want to join us. And I want you to join us too” Shit. He’s gone into gifter mode. Fuck. I tried to pull myself up, only to realise the chain around my neck was tugging on something else. Oh fuck. He’s secured me like some animal. I looked over and he was grinning. He stood up and came towards me, and put me in a headlock and stuff a bottle of poppers under my nose. Jesus fuck they were strong. My cock seemed to strain harder than ever. Chemical lust fled through my head into my brain. He uzipped his cock and jerked it into my face, it’s a hot cock, and at that moment it looked like a work of art and the tastiest thing ever. “Feed” I was both terrified but horny as fuck. Maybe this was some scene or something. Maybe he was horny and wanted to do a bit of role play. I filled my mouth with that cock. A brief flash reminded me that it was slightly different now. Not necessarily in form, but, you know, it was now poz. “Nice mate. You see, I know that you want this. And I want this too. I want to free you. I want you to be my pozbrother. That’s why I decided to arrange this recruitment session” I was too far gone to recognise logic or sense by this point. Just devouring that beautiful poz cock. He looked magnificent. It was somehow what I imagined but never genuinely thought it would be like. Someone who I’ve known and loved all these years now wanting me to become like him. It was fucked up, but increasingly I was loving it. It was all making perfect sense. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around. As much as I could with the limited movement, I was now obeying his every word. My hole was seemingly asking for it, suddenly hungry. “This ain’t gonna take long pig. I’ve been edging watching you and didn’t want to allow for any time to elapse before you realised what I was doing” Shit. This was it. He was off meds and about to fire toxic cum into me. I would have applauded his enterprise had it not circled around him infecting me. Yet my cock was reacting well enough and he was being pretty rough regardless. We’d had some hardcore sessions in the past but this was something else. Like he had drive and purpose. “You and I have a great future ahead of us now. Let me make you a convert, let me make you into a brother like… Aaaaargh!” Hang on. He’s… he’s just flooded my hole with cum. No, no, no, no, no. This must be a trick. Some set up. He lowers his weight upon me and whispers in my ear “Welcome to the brotherhood” There it was. The moment I’d wanked about. The moment I genuinely feared, but secretly wanted. It was a strange feeling. We were both there. Intimate, yet still brutal. I was his prey, or that’s how it felt anyway. Yet his determination and poz worldview saw me as a target for assimilation. I was both terrified and turned on. Honoured, even. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted to do this?” I panted. “Because I knew you’d chicken out. I knew that the reality of the situation would scare you off. I had to make sure that didn’t happen, otherwise I’d never have claimed you” I was half dumbstruck but also touched at his words. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the flu starts kicking off within a fortnight. I’ve been off meds a while, and the last guy I bred a month ago has already come back to thank me for bringing him into the brotherhood. You have one load in you now anyway. I will happily fuck you a couple more times just to make sure” There’s no rational response to that. All I could look at the tenderness, and the hunger of him. This was brand new territory. One of my best mates wanted me to be poz like him so I could enjoy that life, and I knew that I would come around to thanking him eventually. All I could do now was to look him in the eye and say “Yes brother. Make me like you. Let us become one.”

I was finally going to do it. My wife Kaitey was out of town for a long weekend visiting family. I stayed home because our pet sitter flaked out at the last minute, and anyway they'd have more fun talking about old times without having to clue me in on all their old references and stories. I decided to use the freedom to finally experience gay sex. I considered myself completely straight for the first three years of our marriage. One night, though, I was jerking off to some gangbang porn and accidentally clicked on a gay scene. I watched some twink get fucked by 4 guys and my cock had never been harder. I lasted maybe a minute before shorting a huge load. I closed the window, deeply ashamed. After a few months doing everything I could to convince myself that was a fluke, I started watching gay porn regularly. I loved watching guys take big dicks. Breeding scenes soon became my favorite. I knew from that first experience that I wanted to be the one on the bottom. Before long I signed up for a gay hookup site. I said in my profile I was married and just looking to fantasize. That didn't endear me to most of the guys there, but some were cool with a horny texting relationship. Paul lived a couple of miles away and we chatted every few weeks. He knew I was a gay virgin who fantasized about being a cum dump. Pretty soon we were explicitly talking about him breeding my ass. This had been going on for about three months before this weekend. As soon as we agreed I would stay,I texted Paul that I wanted to hook up on Saturday. I told him that despite my fantasies, he would need to fuck me with a condom. "Of course," he replied. I woke up Saturday super excited. I was going to head over at three. A couple hours before, I got cleaned up had a drink to calm my nerves. Paul texted me to say that he couldn't host me after all. His roommate had friends over and whatever. But I was alone so how about at my place? I didn't respond right away. I was nervous about him knowing where I lived. I had another drink and decided to go for it. I gave him my address. "You'll bring condoms right?" "Of course," he replied. ***** 15 minutes later he pulled up in a grey f150. I answered the door in jeans and a t-shirt. No underwear but lubed. He was mid 40s, white and fairly fit. He had more tattoos than I realized from his pics, maybe some news ones. Most of his arms were covered. My heart was pounding as I greeted him. He could tell and just said, "relax, this'll be fun." I said yeah let's get upstairs. He followed me into the bedroom. Seeing my wife's decorations made me ashamed, but the porn I had playing on tv refocused my mind. I undid his pants and pulled out his dick. Five inches and growing, I sucked it into my mouth. The first penis I'd ever sucked. I slurped and sucked. "Good boy," he said with an edge. "Get naked." I did as he said, laying on top of the duvet. He took off his clothes, too, and I got a good look at his 7" cock. His pubes were buzzed down and it seemed massive. "Larry back and spread your legs," he said impassively. I did as I was told, grabbing my legs at the knees and spreading for him. He reached for his jeans. Good, he was getting a condom. He came back with a bottle of lube and squired some on his bare cock. Paul fingered some lube in my ass and moved towards me, grabbing my legs. "Paul, condom," I said quietly. His only response was to grab a pillow and pull my ass on it. He pushed his raw dick into my hole. Fuck. "Paul, please, you promised." He picked up his pace. "I know this is what you want. Just enjoy it." It was true and I relented. Paul fucked my hole and called me a slut, pushing my legs back and apart. I stroked my cock, which was already coated in precum. It didn't take me long to squirt a load all over my stomach. Another wave of panic came over me. "Please pull out at least." With that he buried his penis in my asshole. He sighed deeply and I knew he was ejaculating. "You really do have a tight ass hun," he said cheerfully, his cock still all the way inside. I laughed uncomfortably and tried to squirm away. He grabbed me and said, "hang on." He thrusted a couple more times before pulling out, a stream of cum and lube running out of me. "I hope that ass is ready for more dick." To be continued.

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Being a "submissive" Bi Bottom and visiting a Cruising spot now and then have run into a few Very Weird Request from the Tops. Some what you Nude, some want you clothed, and the Topper so far happened about two weeks ago and I'm still chuckling. While walking one of the trails, I happened on a guy sitting by himself, on a bench. I nodded to him and he asked me what I was up to? Being I knew exactly why I was there but not sure about him I said. Just exploring New things. His response back was that he had a New thing I could experience if I was really interested. Thinking that he was looking for some form of sexual relief I asked what it might be. He said he Wanted a Blow Job to completion but with one slightly different way of doing it. Now curious as I am I had to know what he was talking about. what is the difference you looking for????? Here is the "SHOCKER" he wanted, He asked me if I had ever heard of a guy wanting to have his Dick covered in Peanut Butter and then licked off? if you have now Stopped laughing I told him "No". But after a quick thought, Hell I love peanut butter, Why not give it a try. We headed back into one of the trails and found a quiet spot. and at that point I asked him again, "Are you serious?" After assuring me he was I asked if he had brought any with him. LOL, he produced a small bottle from his back pack and handed it to me. I'm now guessing he is very serious. Guess it was now my turn to act, as I was kneeling down I notice him opening his slacks and exposing a very nice 6" fairly thick, Cut Dick. I opened the bottle and looked at the seal, brand new, removed the seal and now wondered how to get the Peanut Butter from bottle to his Dick. he quickly helped with that, instructed me, "use your fingers and take some and spread it on my Dick." I did as told and before I could think about changing my mind, I leaned down and Licked the length of his shaft one time. The reaction I got was Fantastic, he almost came off the ground. I have to admit, I liked the Taste also. Licked him a few times and applied more Peanut Butter, did it about 4 times before he stopped me telling me he was ready to finish, at that point, I added a little more flavor and proceeded to give him a deep Blow Job, no Licking then, Just Sucking and very Soon swallowing, Peanut Butter FLAVORED "cum" Licked him clean, got Thanked and we walked out together while making plans for another visit soon. HAS ANYONE ELSE HAD AN EXPERIENCE LIKE THIS???? He told me there are two other guys that like it also...

I’m 20 with small nipples, and I would love to start to stretch them out and help would be appreciate

In general, as a private campground they can set what restrictions they want on who can be there. Male only spaces and public sex environments are disappearing so there is an argument to be made that these spaces need to be defended. I find the idea that lesbians are upset about a male-only campground surprising given the past militancy of lesbians about women only spaces, and the actions of broader women's organizations making similar bio-women restrictions to exclude transwomen from events. It doesn't make much sense to me to prevent gay transmen from attending. They are gay and men, so what's the problem? If the specific campground you are referring to is Camp Boomerang RV Park and Campground, then based on what I've read some of them sound like transphobic pieces of crap. There's this quote from one of the founders: That's grade A misgendering transphobic bullshit, right there. If gay men are ever going to get over any *feelings* they have about transmen, they are going to have to interact with them to do it. If people can't deal with a few gay trans guys sprinkled into a group of gay men, I'm forced to wonder whether they are already metaphorically emasculated themselves.

When I learned I was poz, it wasn't just being poz... It came along with gonorrhea and chlamydia and syphillis... I found out my gifter had all of them, its just part of being a professional cumdump.

As a late 50's guy who spent an enormous amount of times in dismal hospitals holding the hands of scared guys who had caught a killer disease when there was no prep or effective treatment - all of whom I am absolutely sure would have signed up for the medicines / treatment including PreP we now have. STI's are just a "cost of doing business" AIDS doesn't have to be. Please guys love your selves a little

I am the same. thats because fucksluts like us look at it like we know we exist to be used by men and taking loads is our basic function so why would men bother thanking us. Plus we are such cumhungry faggots that we know men are doing US the favour by fucking us raw and dumping their loads in us. thats why I ALWAYS thank anyone for blowing their load in me. plus anything that makes me look like a trashy whore is good. my owner says dumping a load in me is like throwing garbage in a trashcan. we are more like fucktoys than humans to the men who fuck us.

Absolutely no idea.

I was stuck in a bad hookup — no chemistry and I drove him to my home! I’m in the midst of wondering how to end this and get him the $&@#* outta my house. That’s when he asks if I’m into role play. Naively I replied YES! ”I’ve been getting into clowns lately.” He bends down to his backpack and pulls out a red nose from Walgreens, pushing it onto my nose while exclaiming “BOOP!”. I am not amused. he slams his dick in my ass and yells, “ACT LIKE A CLOWN.” At this point I’m lost...my only frame of reference is Ronald McDonald & Bozo, but I don’t have the hair for either nor 6 buckets nor 6 ping pong balls. He yells the order again, to which I respond angrily: “ACT LIKE A CARNY!” He’s caught off guard and his cock slips out. “What’s a carny?” he asks. End scene. The Lyft couldn’t have arrived fast enough.

Having a large shower I decided once to try honey for gunge play. I bought two of the largest containers I could find. It was fun. A few times got my boy naked and we completely slathered ourselves in honey and then fucked. Sticky. Sweet. I’d do it again. But here’s what I learned . . . covering both of us head to toe took about a half cup of honey! It goes a long way. And here I’d bought a lifetime supply, it turned out!!! I also gifted a friend once with four big bottles of jlube powder (which also goes a long way) because we talked about filling a baby pool with jlube at one of his events. I moved away, and never got to try it. Once at my old farm during a warm fall rain, I went out in some construction-related mud, got naked, covered myself in it, and masturbated. I NEED TO DO MORE OF THAT, especially with bb fucking involved!

Thank you, @rawTOP. This policy is clear, as with all good moderation policies, there's an "absolutely not" and a "depending on context" difference that's clearly defined. I truly enjoy this site, and I appreciate everything you do to make it amazing.

What if you have, say, two cumdumps: One is an uninspired fuck who just lies there while you use him; the other has sexual skills and actively uses them to provide you with a high-quality fuck. Do you see no difference between the two?Are they both equally trash simply because they both take your load? If so, doesn’t this limit your own potential pleasure? If not, is the cumdump who actually provided a value-added service then worthy of some recognition (however slight) compared to the one who did not? Or do you simply fuck only those cumdumps you consider the trashiest as a matter of personal preference, and so the question doesn’t arise?

This is a fascinating conversation. Local culture must be at play?! I live in the PMW and Prep is a must here for you to fuck some guys. No one around here advertises they are searching openly for the gift. Ive always noticed on BBRTS that FL, Atlanta, NYC and LA have several promising profiles. In the end, if you really want HIV, just hit up adult book stores. That’s my plan. Lol Along with trips to Orlando, Atlanta, LA.... hehehehe

I don't know how to feel about what you just wrote. It's interesting to hear from a perpetrator, but as someone who has worked with rape victims and a survivor myself I have all kinds of red flags. There is absolutely not one shred of remorse. There was something going on with you before you raped that poor kid. The attack itself seems more about taking power and control over a person you deemed inferior due to his feminine qualities, which makes me wonder what happened to you to make you amp up and actually rape someone at that age. These things tend to be cyclical. Where you abused yourself prior, was there the threat of abuse, or was there someone the family extremely hated for being effeminate? Or is this just a troll? Also, you keep halfheartedly trying to let yourself off the hook. "I didn't know any better," "Its okay because I was quick," "no one really says no to me" are troubling statements. They don't take responsibility. Just because someone keeps coming back doesn't mean they aren't traumatized. In fact it can be because of trauma. It in no way absolves you from the rape. And now you are predating in the BDSM Community. You are kind of the model of who we don't want in the Master role outside of fantasy. How many bottoms could you just not hear? Etc. Also masculinity still seems to be an issue for you. You finish by reminding us you have value because you work out. That's a predator. There is no attempt at redemption. The fact that you are telling this story to a group of men that have been rape victims, some of whom still unfairly blame themselves, is a very telling sign that your intent is possibly victimization of the more vulnerable men on this thread. That tells me you still have the urge to rape and that you may be heading toward an escalation. It would be interesting to know what you are NOT telling us. I would probably volunteer to meet up is the twisted thing. My rape was my first time by two "straight" guys. I have wanted to recreate that moment. I have never gotten close. Haven't met the right predator. I am not judging as much as analyzing, but if you are feeling violent urges please seek help from a mental health professional. The damage you inflict is real and ruins lives. Which is probably pointless for me to say, because that is part of your intention, right?

I mean I’m from Orlando originally from Philly and I feel like everyone here doesn’t care and love bb. I’m speaking from experience. I have guys message me how they want me to breed them. They don’t even tip toe at the idea of bb. If I’m not breeding someone or more recently getting bred then it’s a turn off.

Raw Top, this is certainly your site and you have the right to do with it as you please, however, one critical thing which you might have missed is the federal and medical definition of an AIDS diagnosis. As you state, "In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used)." This is not fully accurate. It can also be a combination of both infections and CD4 count. Under the CDC rules adopted years ago once these criterion are met, the individual has an AIDS diagnosis. Further, this diagnosis is PERMANENT. I had been diagnosed with Pneumocystis Jirovecii (a fungal pneumonia) and 3 other opportunistic infections which did not show physically. I was hospitalized. However, at that moment I was given an AIDS diagnosis, which would NEVER change, even when I was undetectable. All local, state, and federal medical paperwork will show that I have AIDS. "The CDC has also developed a list of opportunistic infections (OIs), cancers, and conditions that are considered AIDS-defining conditions (see below). If you live with HIV and one or more of these infections or conditions, you have a diagnosis of AIDS, no matter what your CD4 count is or how it changes in the future. This does not necessarily mean you are sick or will get sick in the future. It is just the way the public health system counts the number of people who have had advanced HIV disease ( [think before following links] https://www.thewellproject.org/hiv-information/aids-defining-conditions#:~:text=AIDS stands for Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. AIDS,a CD4 cell count of 200 or less) From the Dr. Bob Frascino, via The Body: "A CD4% less than 14% is an AIDS-qualifying condition, even if the absolute CD4 count is still above 200. Consequently yes, you do have AIDS. Does it make any difference? No, not really. HIV disease comprises a spectrum from the early, often asymptomatic stage all the way to the end stage and death. The term "AIDS" was coined and developed by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) early in the course of the epidemic to help track the spread of the illness. "HIV positive" was not a reportable condition until recently; however, AIDS has been for quite some time. (See below.) Once an AIDS diagnosis is made the diagnosis is not reversible even if your counts improve on combination antiretroviral therapy ([think before following links] https://www.thebody.com/article/can-person-go-aids-back-hiv ) Under the federal guidelines, and by law, I have AIDS, and anything mentioned about me (body part or secretion) is therefore termed within those confines. Ethically it is something which is hard to deal with for many individuals. I completely understand, given your personal experience and what we saw and experienced (and, I do get you there - sans discussion, but I do get you, knowing that circumstances for each individual is different... I get you). Once you have this diagnosis, there is nothing which can be done to remove it from one's medical history. I know exactly where you are coming from and I completely respect your reasoning and your thoughts within these confines. Those years of what we all experienced and saw shall be indelibly etched in our psyche and hearts. However, I would be remiss to not state that there area no medical or legal difference in the ideas of allowing HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving and the banning of the usage of the phrasing or writing of the word "AIDS." Because, there are millions of people, like me, walking around and taking meds, and have a high CD4 count but still are considered as a "person with AIDS" or under federal law and medical guidance, I am a patient with AIDS. Yes, I do agree that words have power. It is just, and let me say again... I GET IT! I DO UNDERSTAND.. THE GODS IN THE PANTHEON, I UNDERSTAND... but the splitting of semantics does not change the fact that for all intents and purposes, in my case, and the case of millions of others, if I was to deal with a legal issue, there is no difference in the words.

wow, look at that master pump his seed in that hole!

I'd been wanting to get spit roasted for some time, but I live in a small city which makes for slim pickings. We have some porn theaters in town, but they can be touch and go. So as you can guess, I spend a fuck load of time on the internet. So one day on the internet I saw an add for a couple of guys visiting from out of town. After exchanging very few emails, I knew these two guys were my type: shorter than 6', football builds, Hispanic and dark hairy chests. They were both tops and that suited this bottom fine. They mentioned they would have condoms and lube and wanted to do this semi-public. They also said I was their type: a 6' tall otter, slim build and good looks with a beard...college boy type. I suggested on the theaters that had both glory holes and a large theatre. That way, if they were flakes, I could try my luck at the gloryholes. The two liked the idea and asked if I liked poppers. My answer was straightforward: poppers are the extent of my current drug use with sex and as far as I would go. They replied, "Same here." We decided on 11pm that evening. I did my douching around 9pm and left an hour later. My joint glowed in the wind of the rolled down windows as my tunes blasted into the night. I got to the theatre pretty blazed and noted there were a good amount of cars in the lot. So I decided to check out the glory holes first since I had arrived a bit early. I set up in a booth with glory holes on either end. There were a couple of tall rugged guys there and I was hoping I would get a taste of cum since I assumed the two tops I was meeting would be cumming in the condoms up my ass. I heard this guy enter the booth to my right. I kept my eyes on the porn. Usually guys try and sneak a peak at their potential cocksucker slut, but this guy just stuck a 7" dick through, uncut. I fucking love uncut dicks. I went to town on the hairy shaft. "Shit...", I thought, "this has got to be truck driver or a country guy." This was only because his dick was rough and hairy, no primping with this guy. My cottonmouth was coming on hard and I could tell it was affecting the blowjob. The guy pulled off and wagged his dick through the glory-hole. He was hairy from head to toe. God, if those two dudes show up I am gonna be one happy cock slut. Just then I heard someone enter the booth to my left. I couldn't take my eyes off this trucker though. His hand came down with a drink and a straw in a large styrofoam cup. "Drink this, wet that mouth for me." I did. I swallowed large gulps and kept a bit in my mouth on the last sip to slosh around and keep it wet. He stuck his dick back through and I stood up a bit to give my knees a rest and was just bent over, unknowingly showing off my ripe cherry to the glory-hole behind me. As I sucked on the trucker an odd head-rush came to me. I kept sucking on the guy's cock, but felt really . . . well, higher. Almost like I was on X or G! That guy had G in the cup. It had been awhile, but since I knew what I was in for, I did not complain and just kept going. I felt the dude in the other booth moving around and blowing air on my pucker. I decided, "Let's get some good ass play if the other dude is up for it." I inched backwards and felt my ass hit the wall behind me, my back arched and I could feel fingers spread my cheeks. Then a wet, lubed finger penetrated my hole and started loosening it up. I felt the guy tap my ass with a small bottle. I reached back and took the poppers. I took a sniff and then the trucker pulled his dick out of my mouth. He bent down and his eyes met mine. "Give me those poppers." . . . I did. His hand stretched up to my nose. His index finger held one nare closed and the others pressed the open poppers to my open nostril. "Sniff you slut!" . . . I did. He kept it there for about 3 breath cycles in both nares. My head spun and I felt something larger at my well lubed and now welcoming shit hole. I turned around. There was a good 8" hispanic dick right there. I went to town on it. I did not want a bare dick up my ass. And then I felt the truckers hands on my crotch as he positioned my hole for his access. I felt fingers massage my pucker as I deep throated a hot brown cock. Then I felt the trucker's 7-incher penetrate my hole. "I don't want bare cock!, my mind screamed. But what really came out of my mouth was, "Give me your bare cock sir!" I was in deep and I knew it. I did not know the status of these two guys, but I didn't care. I could feel my hole open up. He went slowly at first and then started full speed. He did not last long. I felt his hot cum pulse into my ass and then he pulled out. I heard him say: "Here is something for you, I bet you got a long night ahead of you." I felt two fingers in my hole quickly enter and go. He then capped my hole with his fingers and said: "Keep it in there for a bit." It? What could it be? Then a rush came, a familiar rush . . . a booty bump. Wow people were generous with their drugs tonight. I got off the hot cock, turned around and spread my cheeks wide. I took three hits off the poppers and let the man fuck me bare. I could feel him enter and just thrust. He thrusted for a bit and my head just whirled. My dick was a raging hard on and I could feel the guy start going deep. He was about to cum. "Fuck, take this load you fucking whore!", he screamed. . . . I did. When he pulled out, a cloud lifted. Shit! The time, right? It was 11:07pm. I would be fashionably late. I picked up with slutty dignity I had left the booths and entered the theatre. It was not full at all. The two guys were dressed like they said and they saw me as I leaned up the back wall. They moved in closer and I saw two hot dark Hispanics with two football builds, huge chests, hairy and baseball caps. They both took them off and put them on backwards. This was going to be hot. I must have looked a bit sweaty and one said: "Shit bro, was that you getting rammed?" "Yeah, I got here early." "Then why did we even bring lube?!? Let's get your undressed!" They stripped me down bare. It was a theatre in a porn store and I was the night's dish. I started sucking their cocks together and both were beyond 7", but not 9" each. I didn't care. I wanted dick. They both got hard quickly and got me in spit roasted position. Top #1 looked a bit older and got my ass first while I sucked the younger guy's, Top #2, rod. I could here #1 take his bare dick and slap it against my wet and gushing hole. I heard a condom come out of its package and #1!slap it on. He entered with a moan, "Ooooohhhh, fuck, what a nice wet pussy. Dude, you are gonna cum so quickly!", he joked with his friend. "Naw, with the condom on it takes me longer." "Right! Awesome, well I just gotta keep my rhythm with this ass. What do you have up there? A whole bottle of lube?" I had no idea how much the other two had cum in my ass, but it must have been a lot. #1 just kept a nice pace, moaning the whole time. I could hear the doors opening and closing and see about 3-4 other dudes watching and stroking. One guy came up and I recognized his pants as the hispanic dick, the guy who had the poppers. He took them out and made me take a couple sniffs. I did, one . . . two . . . three sniffs. I felt the top speed up and then I heard, "Shit, bro, hand me another condom. This one broke." The other top started searching and gave him another. He opened it and put it on. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, ".... SHIT! This one broke too." The two tops looked at each other while I kept sucking Top #2's dick. I heard whispering. I felt Top #1 caress my hairy chest and bring me upright with his dick still in. He whispered, "You like bare dick man?" "Yeah, I do." "You neg?" "Yeah, neg." "My bro and I here are both poz and we just found out. That's why we wanted to fuck you safely." I gave him a smile and said, "We tried." I bent over and started going over Top #2's long brown shaft. Top #1 just started pounding... "You want my poz cum you whore? You want my babies up in you and infecting you?" "Yes sir!" He screamed and shot a huge load up in me. He paused and kept his dick in. "Bro, get over here. If I take my dick out that cum is not going to stay in. You have to pound it in." Top #2 kept me upright as he switched positions with Top #1. I felt some cum leak out and a guy lick it off my legs. I was upright again and someone had pulled out a rig. I could feel the tightening of my arm, the insertion of a needle and then a rush of heat accompanied by a cough. I got bent over and a new cock was in my mouth. Top #2 started slamming me and I moaned, and moaned and moaned. I did not care. The chemicals were spinning me beyond sex and into a new world. Top #2 did not last long bare. He came within a couple of minutes. I am truly unsure what happened after that. I know I went over to a bench and put my legs up. I know the hispanic dude repeated and a couple other dudes munched on my hole for sloppy seconds, thirds, whatever . . . . I'm poz now and I have a steady boyfriend. We both got pozzed in similar ways, so we sometimes try and repeat those scenarios between us and our poz friends. I'm sure my conversion will never be surpassed.

Part 2 I froze. What did he say? His hands moved to my shoulders and he firmly turned me around, and immediately my mind snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?” But those words never came out of my mouth. The part of me that was naked in this small booth with a sexy stranger that wanted to touch me needed to do I. Instead I felt his warm body pressed up against my back, and I fell forward a little awkwardly, catching myself on the metal wall with a thud. “Not too loud,” he said. “Generally they leave us alone, but you never know who’s around.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. “Damn you’re uptight.” He massaged a little deeper now. “Just relax. It’s all good.” His voice was strong, even though he was talking softly, and I felt oddly reassured. His body pressed closer, and I felt his cock against the small of my back. The tiny room started feeling stuffy, and my head was a little light. But I’d didn’t know what to do. I should leave. I should leave now. I started to push off the wall, but his warm body held me there. “Just relax. This is what you want..” He bent his knees and his cock became pushing across my ass. There was a thrill that went through me then — his hard cock felt so warm, the skin brushing against mine. His hands started doing something behind my back, and then he pressed something under my nose. It smelled awful, like cleaner. I looked down and saw the same yellow yellow that the guy out front sold me. “Relax, bud. Just take a hit. It’ll do you good.” My head felt a little swimmy inhaling the stuff, and I turned away. He lifted it to his own nose and inhaled, pinching off one nostril. He seemed to relish it. He pressed it under my nose. “Your turn. Just inhale for 3 seconds. That’s it. Hold it in. Three. Two. One. Now exhale.” What happened next was like fireworks inside my body. I felt a warmth flood from my head down to my toes, almost like a wave rolling. Down my naked body. The room seemed to get really dim, and I thought maybe I was falling over, but I wasn’t really. My body felt amazing, and I was suddenly so incredibly horny. He was starting to grind against my back and ass, and it felt amazing. I suddenly wanted more, and felt super sexy with this guy’s exposed body against mine. He pulled my hips back, then pressed a hand between my shoulder blades. My. Body automatically rolled his guidance, and I repositioned my feet for better balance, bracing my arms against the glass of one of the windows. The floor was cold and felt sticky on my feet, but I didn’t care. He was fingering my hole, and I let out a soft groan. His fingers felt slick as he probed me gently. “”That’s it, baby. Just enjoy it. This is what you came here for.” Was it? Is this what I came here for?? I was totally naked in a scuzzy booth, my nice sexy Friday-night-out clothes tossed to the floor, and I didn’t even see my flip flops. I was a smart student and decent athlete, and now I was hidden away in some dark corner of town no one wants to be seen in, with my ass displayed for some stranger. Was this what I wanted? Was this the way it was supposed to play out? My mind couldn’t process it. It didn’t want to process it. The little bottle was suddenly under my nose again. “One more time, bud,” he said softly into my ear. This time I pinched off one nostril myself, like I saw him do before. “ That’’s it. Take a deep hit. Hold it. Hold it in. Now release it slowly.” I did as I was told, and that rush of desire washed over me again. I could feel my heart pounding and my body was craving to be touched. Sensing my need, he made his move. I suddenly felt the hard, firm pressure against my hole, and it opened with intense desire to be taken to have this guy inside me. I groaned as he started to slide. Inside. It was slick and smooth, so much easier than when I’d been fucked at school. It had never been this smooth and easy.. This time it was his turn to moan. “Fuuuuck, man! Your hole is so tight.” He grabbed my hips and began thrusting. I grunted each time he buried his cock inside me. I knew we were no longer being discreet in here. There was too much grunting, knocking against the plastic seat and metal walls, and the sound of his skin slapping against my bare ass. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me, and it felt amazing. How was it so smooth? My body was totally his to take, and I just wanted more of him inside me. “Fuck! You. Are. So hot!!”” He stuttered out as he slammed me. “Damn you love this raw cock in you!” “Yeah. I do,” I said between grunts, totally wrapped up in the amazing feeling. It didn’t matter where I was. I felt really sexy and he was a hot fucker. He started fucking me a bit harder. ”I’m not gonna last long.” Unexpectedly he wrapped a hand around my own cock, and my mind exploded. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” I think I almost yelled it. “Yeah, cum with me!” He squeezed my cock and started pushing his cock really deep, holding it inside me, then repeating the deep thrust-and-hold again. My own dick erupted like a bottle rocket, and I started to see stars. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I was cumming like I had never shot before. My naked body spasmed with the intensity, and I pushed backward onto to thick cock to hold it inside me. He collapsed onto my back, resting his base chest against my smooth ass and back. We were both panting. The intense rush was fading, and I started thinking again. What do I do now? Are we supposed to kiss? I. have to give him my number. I need to do this again. ‘That was amazing,” I said. He stood up, separating our bodies, and gently slid out of my ass. “Yeah. That was hot, man.” He slapped my bare ass. “Thanks, bud.” I turned around and took his body again. Tall and nicely sculpted.. His hairy pecs looked so damned sexy framed in his open shirt. His cock was glistening in the dim light, long and thick. Fuck, that was just inside me! And then my brain caught up with me. I scanned the tiny room. There wasn’t a rubber or wrapper anywhere. He was pulling up his jeans, tucking his slick cock away. “I wish they kept paper towels in these rooms,” he said. “Did your use a rubber,” I asked. This time the words actually came out of my mouth. He shook his head. “You didn’t ask for one.” “You’re neg, right?” It was an automatic question. “You should ask that before you offer up your ass, bud.” He buttoned his shirt, then started to leave. “Thanks, bud. You were really hot.” “Can we connect again?” “I don’t come here a lot. But. You never know.” He opened the door and left. I was standing there naked, reality settling in. I was totally naked. The outfit I’d carefully picked out for the night was crumpled on the floor. I picked up my shirt and saw it was covered in jizz. I felt deflated. ?Some stranger had just shot his load inside me. I shouldn’t be excited by that. And I felt ashamed for being excited by the whole thing. Where did I lose control? What would my friends say? My family? I picked up my shorts and underwear. MY cock was still rock hard. Why was it hard? Didn’t it know what we had just done? I should be on a date with a nice guy, not naked in some scuzzy booth with cum in my ass. I found my flip flops under the cheap plastic seat, slipped them on, and retreated. I fled, desperate not to be seen by anyone. Hoping that the clerk wasn’t still there. I was never, ever coming back here! “See you next time,” the clerk quipped as the door chimed and I fled the store.

Part 13; I had been asleep (on my left side as I always did) for a few hours when I was abruptly woken up with someone behind me, naked, fondling and groping me all over. For a few moments it felt like it was a dream, but as those few moments passed by I realised it was reality, and as soon as I realised the person in question was my Father I instantly relaxed into his body. I was HIS to do what he wanted with; - Oh Daddy, I am so happy you are here. - Thomas my sweet son. Your brother Peter is staying over at Amy's tonight, so, it is just us. As he said that he generously lubed up two of his fingers and slid them in a little way causing me to not only groan with delight but also arch back as I wanted more of those fingers inside of me ... - Oh fuck YEAH, open my cunt up Daddy. Do as you desire. I am YOURS! We spent a good while like that, him probing the first inch or so of my cunt with a few fingers as he fondled and licked my body from behind. But, it soon came the time when my Father knew that I was now so horned up I needed more than the first inch or so of two of his fingers. He flipped me over onto my front, pulled me up onto my knees and told me to hold onto my headboard and really arch my ass out. And there I was, in my room with the lights off, hands gripping onto the headboard with my hairy cunt completely exposed for whatever my Father wanted to do with it. Again two fingers were generously lubed with spit, and in they went, this time deeper, yet slower, and they moved around slower too, like they were looking for something, and after about 30 seconds they did, causing me to gasp; - What is it son? - You just found my prostate Daddy. - GOOD; Exactly what I was looking for! During the next few hours, yes, hours, he massaged my prostate very slowly, and as time wore on I became more and more worked up as I felt my entire body increasingly tingle the more I had my G spot toyed with. My dick remained flaccid yet was soon oozing a huge amount of pre cum. My Father really knew what he was doing. The insane amount of pre-cum that my dick was producing my Father would scoop up and either feed it into my mouth, OR finger it inside of my cunt. Thankfully Mother and brother Peter were not at home as I during our intimate Father-son bonding was screaming the place down as I moaned in extremely loud ecstasy! After a few hours of my Father playing with my cunt like this I badly needed HIS dick pumping away inside of me, and I didn't realise that I was about to verbalize *between moans* that NEED; - Oh fucking hell, I need a damn good fucking. I really need to be fucked! My Father replied with an initial wry chuckle before he spoke; - Are you a virgin son? - Yes Daddy. - I reckon you will be way too tight for me. He had very good reason to say that, as his Daddy dick was pretty big, well, width wise most certainly. His length of Dick was 9", with the width being a juicy fat 7". - I have some poppers we can use Daddy. - Ahhaa, I see. I am pleased we brought you up to be prepared for any given situation. Get them, then lay on your front in front of me here, then take a big sniff of the poppers in each nostril. - Yes Daddy. I now lay on my front with the poppers in hand, took two deep sniffs, one into each nostril as my Father rubbed his spit onto my cunt hole and slightly inside too. As soon as I put the lid back onto the poppers he pulled his foreskin back to reveal his big shiny and wet purple dick head which he promptly pressed on my virgin hole, gave a firm push, and ... POP ... *cherry* He only managed to slide in about a third of of his 9" shaft inside of me, with that meaty 7" girth really stretching my super tight cunt-hole. Despite the poppers I yelped ... - OUCH ... Daddy, that hurts, please stop, please ...

I like to positive reinforce sluts so I thank them for their services every now and then.

It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. My biggest crush was Mitch. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. He just responded with more snoring. I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls. At this point my mind exploded. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. I breathed heavily. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason. Carefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. He just continued to snore. I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. I gently bit them as I sucked, nibbling on his nubs as his cock grew harder in my hand. I swear he slightly moaned. Getting more and more bolder, I then buried my face in his armpit, breathing deep his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of his smell as I sniffed and licked his dank hairy pit. His cock just got harder. I pulled out of his pit to look at the cock I had been dreaming about. It stood rock solid at this point, the big, pink mushroom head pushing out of it's sheath. It was a solid 9" at least, and a fat one at that. Throwing caution to the wind I dove down on it. Mitch let out an audible groan as my mouth engulfed his knob. I had to stretch my mouth wide and it was almost to fat, but I was too far gone to stop and I forced as much as I could down my throat. Then something surprising happened. Mitch started to piss. Without warning piss just started flowing into my mouth. I was shocked but just clamped on and swallowed all I could. There was NO way I was going to pass this once in a lifetime chance to drink the starting quarterbacks piss! There was so much it flowed out of my mouth all over his stomach and balls, soaking both us and the bed sheets. When he finally stopped I continued to nurse on his still rock hard cock until I started to taste his precum. He just continued to snore and breath deeper. Now I was at a crossroads. Do I keep sucking him, or do I go a step further. I realized as much as I wanted to suck the load out of him, I wanted something else far more. I wanted him to breed me. And this might be my only chance ever. I grabbed some Vaseline out of my drawer and spread a big glob on my asshole, working it in me. Then I spread another big glob on his cock, working it around, getting him slicked up. Then, my body trembling in fear and excitement, I straddled his stomach, pulling back his foreskin, and placed the top of his throbbing cock against my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and pushed his head into my hole, wincing as he popped through my ring. I paused for a moment as I adjusted to his size. I wondered to myself what the fuck was I doing? I'm insane! But I no longer cared. I had the quarterbacks studly cock in my hole and I started to slide down on it. Slowly I slid down his pole until I had all 9 inches buried in me and I could feel his hairy bush against my stretched hole. Now I started to ride it, up and down, pulling it out till just the head was in, then sliding back all the down, my hole squeezing and milking his cock as I went. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his while I rode him like a sorrority bitch. I sucked his tongue while my ass gave him the best fuck he had ever had, even if he didn't know it! I swear he started moaning and pushing his hips into my hot wet hole. He was probably dreaming he was fucking some hot pussy, and he was, just not the kind he thought! Even in his drunk, passed out state it didn't take him too long to cum. Such is the beauty of youth. Soon I felt his cock expand and start throbbing deep in me and I knew he was flooding my innards with his hot, jock cum. I sat all the way down on his dick and milked it as hard as I could with my ass muscles, draining him of every drop of his precious nectar. I finally had what I had wanted for so long. I was bred by the quarterback. When his cock started to shrink, I gently pulled him out of my ass. As much as I wanted to keep his load deep inside me, I had a better idea. In my drawer I had hidden one of his jockstraps. This one was nice and used when I snagged it, smelling deeply of his cock and ball sweat and urine. I held the pouch up to my ass and squeezed his load out and into it. This way I had another way to enjoy him later as I jerked off, remembering tonight. I just had one problem left. MY own rock hard cock begging for release! I thought of just jacking off while I stared at my naked god, but my perverted mind told me other ideas. Carefully, I rolled my snoring stud over onto his belly and spread his thighs apart. Taking the Vaseline, I lubed my cock and his hole. Quickly I lined myself up to his hairy hole and slid my head in. Stopping to make sure all was well, I then pushed the rest of my cock all the way in. OH MY GOD it was like nothing I had ever felt! Pure smooth velvet engulfed my dick as I buried myself to the hilt. As I ground my pubes against his hole I know I heard him grunt, then let out a small moan. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly fucked my frat bro deep and long, enjoying every moment of his luscious hot hole. But I was so worked up at this point, it didn't take long before I was pumping my own hot load into his sweet jock guts. I could hear him moan and mumble something as I pumped shot after shot of sperm as deep into his guts as I could. Finally, I had no more in me. I reluctantly pulled my spent cock out of what was pure heaven, and cum slowly trickled out of his slightly gaping hole. Without a thought, I buried my face between his cheeks and feasted on the hole I had just devirginized. Digging my tongue in and sucking my jism out made him moan some more. When I got all I could, I stood up, got dressed and left my room, leaving my sleeping Adonis alone on my bed. The next morning I was terrified about what I had done! The reality of raping the quarterback and all the consequences filled me with dread as I eventually went back to my room and slowly opened the door. Mitch was gone. I sat on my bed and pulled open my drawer that contained his dirty, cum soaked jockstrap. On it was a note that said...."I know what you did!" My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the note over. "It's our secret. To be continued...." All I can say is the rest of our college time together was pretty fucking hot.

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

I have been raped twice...once in an Amsterdam bar bathroom, after being drugged...I wrote about that one on BZ somewhere else so I won’t repeat it here. The second time I was raped was just three years ago in Mexico City. I was there for work. When my two days of work was over I decided to stay for Friday and Saturday night. I relocated to a small boutique hotel in the zona Rosa, like 30 rooms, small tight room, not much bigger then the double bed. I had advertised on bbrt that I was open to a “...CumDump event taking all cocks 9 P.M. to late.” I had arranged a deal with the door security guard to let guys up. My Spanish is minimal, but having lots of guys fucking and breeding me in a foreign country, by myself sounds fun. Not really they smartest thing I have ever done. It started fun, I was naked, ass up on the bed, door unlocked, I’d give the guys the word to tell the door guard to let them to the elevator. One then two guys, would come in, fuck and breed then leave. I’d had 12 or 15 loads by midnight. I was tired but horny so I kept going. I had a lull until near 1 A.M. then multiple guys asked to come over as many of you know they rarely show up when they say they will. So as I’m chatting with guys, I ok a few more and a few more. In a bit I must have had 7 or 8 guys standing in my very small room, around the bed, jerking their cocks waiting for their turn in my ass. I could smell the alcohol. It was hot in the room, sweating. I could see off to the side this bigger, muscular, thick guy, older than the younger skinnier guys in the room. He finally moves behind me, he yanks me back toward the edge of the bed and starts forcing his very huge cock inside me. It hurt, but he wasn’t getting it in my sloppy open hole, so I tried to help him. He just kept forcing it. It was hurting bad. So I pushed him off me and rolled over to ask him to be more careful. He just lookef at me kind of angry; probably didn’t completely understand me. When I roll back over he starts talking and next thing I knew I had a guy on my back, guys holding my legs and arms down. I was pinned down, I tried to squirm away, I could not. I tried to yell and had someone’s underwear stuck in my mouth. Then I could feel him behind me get up on me and slammed his huge cock into me. It hurt like hell. I tried to move, but was pinned down. Some guy in good English said into my ear, “...just relax and take it. You know this is what you want, good Mexican dick inside you so you can take home Mexican babies.” I tried to struggle. I finally stopped. It hurt. Soon he was finished. He gave orders. They changed positions, but never enough for me to get them off me. After a few more bred me. They let up. The big guy that raped me was in my face and said in very accented English. “...don’t ever disrespect me and say no to me when I want to fuck.” He gave my face a hard slap and left my room. I sat on the bed while the other few guys dressed and individually left. It was traumatic at the time when strange men take away your choice, and you’re all alone. Today when I travel, it’s still a risk, but I never have groups more than three in my room unless there is someone else there I know. Though today I do jerk off to the memory of him fucking me like that...

Get tested frequently, and any time you have symptoms. Get used to needles. Enjoy the sex.

incest is what really made me a next level cocksucker. having a live-in cock to suck on a regular basis meant I was sucking cock several times a day, virtually every day between my older brother and cousin and a couple of their buddies. by the time I started sucking off my younger brother it was nothing for me to swallow over ten loads on any given day and I actually had a bit of a reputation as a cocksucker at school and in the neighbourhood. but guys didn't just know I was an easy cocksucker, I already had a rep as being a talented cocksucker who could deepthroat. all that incestuous cocksucking set me up to be ready to be trained as a pussyboy and a cumdumpster by my gay uncle when I was in high school after he found out a couple of his buddies had fucked me in their parked cars. that was when I truly became the bareback gangbang cumdumpster/whore/t-girl fuckslut I was born to be. As many of you know I have also sucked my fathers cock MANY times and even taken it up my ass a few times but that was just a fuckslut being used as a fuckslut. its the early incest that turned me into the faggotwhore I am.

Honestly, as a no cock ever refused CumDump, way too many to even provide a reasonable guesstimate. The only number I can put forward is my curated list of regulars that now exceeds 50.

I don't understand How can they have a blanket ban on stories with such content on THIS site ? That's crazy .what else is getting banned ? Thank you for sharing your stories I have enjoyed them so much and really appreciate you .

Take our time cleaning each one carefully Love to eat ass long and deep

I am very much real. I am a total Alpha and you being a beta know that Alphas are entitled by nature. I understand you may have gotten hurt. I am a survivor too, which is probably the reason why of so many things..... but that is not my justification. And neither is my age at that time. If I could talk to my younger self I would explain to him why he was feeling attracted to that fem boy. Not because of internalized self hate but rather because deep down I knew he complemented my needs. His passivity in taking my taunts was what turns me on. Many times I would get hard as I would see his soft responses. I remember that vividly. I didn’t know what to make of my responses and in all honesty felt guilty for years afterwards until I finally reconnected with him. He is a proud gay man and has a preference for bondage as well. We didn’t have sex but we were able to talk about it and that conversation made me understand better that part about myself that feeds on my he submissive and it is always hungry. The only way to deal with the guilt and the shame of being someone who gets aroused with the pain of his sexual partner was to look for consensual relationships and expire after nauseam limits and ways to be a responsible owner. My slave is a wonderful man who loves to be in permanent chastity for me. He gladly renounced his manhood for me without so much as a question. He knew I consider the penis a tool of aggression (my past coming back to haunt me) so he removed it from the equation. I managed to turn a bad sad situation for me into something beautiful and another display of what a healthy relationship can be. And I am proud of my past because it took me where I am today and made what I am. I am an Alpha. I am entitled to use and enjoy betas. I am not interested in men or gay men. I am very much interested in submissive who know that the only way for them to be happy is to surrender themselves to a Superior whom they can trust and let him use them for his pleasure. I think you and I would get along just fine. I don’t like my subs to be dumb or uneducated. I submit my subs not with physical blows, though I admit I enjoy that during sex. Outside the bedroom I am 1000% pure testosterone, all muscle, all dominant. And once it is agreed upon, I take what’s mine and use it until I am satisfied. And then is back to watching a movie together and eating popcorn.

I get it. I understand why you feel this way. Problem is that as adults it is a very fine line between what is illegal behavior and not. The consensual non-consensual is a thing but it must be agreed upon.

I don't know how long my sex marathon, scotch and ibuprofen induced sleep lasted. It was after dark when consciousness emerged with the sound of a snowmobile coming to a stop outside. In walked Mike. His seven and a half inches was up my naked hole before he even started removing his clothes. My hole was so soar I begged off telling him of my thirteen load afternoon adventure. He honoured my request and stripped off to join me. I must have cranked the heat to max before falling asleep. We proceeded to sniff lines as we finished off the 40 ouncer of scotch. In his high and tipsy state he was eager to tell me about his week away in Vegas. He'd gone down with a friend to escape winter, do some gambling, party and take in some shows. But they hadn't told anyone the most important reason. The friend was going to a conversion party. The friend was offering up his negative chasing ass for five high viral load guys three days in a row. He gambled on coming home with 34 poz loads to fulfill his destiny of sero-conversion. In his alcohol and drug induced loose tongue Mike confessed that he couldn't get the idea of converting out of his mind ever since the international student had begged for a poz load. This longing had only grown as he watched his buddies face lite up with load after load of toxic jiz being pumped into him. Mike knew he himself needed to experience shooting a toxic load into that student. He felt it was his destiny to infect that young man and who knows how many others. I was astounded and asked if he had offered up his negative top ass in Vegas with his buddy. "No fuckin way man! Nobody is putting anything up my ass. I tried with my finger a few years ago, no offense buddy, it's just not my thing. " "Then how do you expect to get infected top man?" "You are going to help me get an infected blood slam my friend. I'm going to take high viral load blood directly into my system." He slurred on, "And hey buddy, I had another mind blowing experience in Vegas. We hired a gay escort and had a slam threesome. Fuck man you gotta do it. The rush as he brought that needle to my tied off arm alone was worth it. After I raised my arm and the coughing jag passed the warmth and horniness that blasted through my body was unbelievable. I was even tempted to let them fuck me. I fucked and blasted in the two guys in fifteen minutes. It was so fuckin intense. " We made a blood pact then and there to get slammed together within the next two weeks. My slamming for a bareback gangbang his to infuse his blood stream with the HIV virus. He scratched inside my already torn up hole, slashed two of his fingers with my fishing knife, and swabbed his blood into my ass. We sealed the deal when he pulled out and stuck the bloody cum ass juice covered fingers in my mouth. This brotherly love ritual got me so horned up I begged him to rape my already aching ass. He quickly obliged, loaded my ass, again scooped and fed me with his bloody fingers. He stuffed them so far down my throat I was choking on them. "Do it again, rape my ass while choking me!", my greedy response.

Just want some clarification for the grey areas. As far as fiction goes, is stealthing an unknowing bottom still acceptable? A lot of my stories as well as other people's contain forced/pozzing/converting fantasies for unwilling/unknowing bottoms, often leading to them becoming sick. Is this considered no longer acceptable?

any of you btm stud need a man inside you like this!

Any tops gonna be on the heath tonight? I’ll be there around 9.30 grey joggers black hoodie and black coat yellow jock if bent over the tree If the heavy spunker on here who came last week reads this I’d love to take your huge load again

I was in my late 20s or early 30s in the 1980s. At the time the Adonis Theater in NYC was still open. I used to go there virtually every weekend to suck dick. Sat in a stall and sucked all comers. One night I was sucking a daddy dick. At one point he asked me if I wanted his piss. I told him no and kept sucking. And thinking about his piss. After a few minutes I told him very faintly that I wanted his piss. He made me repeat it several times louder. Can I have your piss please, SIR! And then he pissed down my throat. Loved it! Been drinking piss for nearly 40 years. Still love it!!!

My cockdumb mind is in constantly driving my permanent and unending need/desire to be stuffed full of cock and cum 24/7...from ANYONE-doesnt matter who. Text me, set up the meet, Pick me up - drug me & then put me to use - i don't say no(within reason.) Tx me5192123654-ONTARIO numbers ONLY please

Great to see you back @takingdeepanal. Where the bloody HELL were you? I saw that you had been offline for some months. So welcome back. I was offline myself for several months, so we've missed each other. I was about to publish another 5 chapters then got sidetracked with other stuff on here and outside of BZ so totally forgot, ooooops. Cumming soooooon! 🐷☣️

Part I. We met Sam at a fancy cocktail bar. My boy and I were on vacation, and Sam was our cocktail waiter. We both noticed how cute he was when he came over to take our order, remarking on his cute round ass, shown off to great effect by his tight slacks. We also liked the tangled mass of blond curly chest hair peeking out of his slim unbuttoned white shirt. Sam had a sexy undercut with a flop of long bangs perpetually in his face. He couldn’t have been more than mid-20s and had a tight body, not too short, and not too tall. He was wearing an apron, so there wasn’t a way to check out his package… Sam swished over to us with our cocktails, and perched on the edge of a stool at our table, leaning forward to make sure we both got a chance to ever-so-slightly brush against his arms as he handed us our drinks. He winked as my boy stroked the back of his hand. As Sam minced away from us, I saw him look over his shoulder to be certain that we were interested in him. My boy and I were both pretty sure we could show him a good time. When he came back over to check on us we chatted him up a bit. I managed to rub my thigh against his, and he shuddered. My boy managed to slip a hand under his apron and brush his crotch. He moaned a little before realizing he was still at work. He was sort of flustered, and shuffled away. My boy confirmed that he had a nice handful of cock under his apron. Sam came back a few minutes later, no less composed that he had been when he last stopped by our table. He came by to deliver a complimentary set of cocktails for us, tenting out his apron. He perched next to me and I asked what we could do to thank him. He grabbed my hand and eased it under his apron. That little stud had unzipped his pants and his hard cock was there for the grabbing! I arched my eyebrows at my boy, and we both wrapped our hands around his cock, which was, happily, long enough for both of our hands to fit! My boy leaned forward asking, ‘What are your plans for when you get off?’ Sam smiled at his pun, and told us that he was off in a little over an hour and we could make plans then. We agreed to meet him, but not before he gave us his cell number. Here are the texts we sent back and forth as we came up with a plan for the evening: My boy: What are you up for tonight? Sam: Whatever you guys are up for. I’d love for you both to share me. My boy: You get fucked? Sam: Not yet… You want to break me in? Heh… My boy: Absolutely. Sam: Unless… My boy: Unless what? Sam: I have a fantasy. My boy: Go on… Sam: You guys like to cum on other guys? My boy: On… or in… Sam: Heh… I’d kind of like to have you both cum on my chest. My boy: Sure. If that’s where you want our loads… At least our first loads… Sam: HOT. My boy: We’re staying at a hotel. Want to meet us there? Sam: I have an idea… Meet me here… Sam included geo coordinates. We loaded the map, and it was a bathhouse. My boy and I had actually talked about going there before entertaining Sam became the plan for the evening. Sam: You guys in? My boy: Fuck yeah. We’ll meet you there in an hour. We met Sam outside of the bathhouse. He was shivering a bit, and still in his work uniform shirt and slacks. My boy grabbed his ass with both hands and kissed him hard. We paid our admissions, and got a room. We followed Sam through that maze-like arrangement of hallways and doors. Sam practically pulled me inside and started kissing me. He’d stick his tongue in my mouth for a few moments, then switch to my boy. As he kissed us, he shucked off his pants and shirt, dropping them to the floor. He laid down on the bed and asked us to undress each other. I stripped my boy naked and he did the same for me. We had left the door to the room open, and a guy or two poked his head in. I asked him, ‘You want to show off a little, Sammy?’ He nodded, gulping for air, so excited to be naked around other men. Sam just nodded, so we kept the door open, knowing what that might lead to. He was rock hard, and I couldn’t help but swallow his cock to the root. My boy worked his balls in and out of his mouth before we both worked our mouths up and down his shaft, teasing his dick as our tongues met. We couldn’t stop him from cumming quickly. My boy wrapped his lips over Sam’s cockhead, but he pushed him off and he blasted a load all over himself. My boy and I started to lap up his cum, but he stopped us, shouting, ‘I want to be covered in cum!’ My boy and I knelt on either side of Sam, making out and stroking each others’ cock. Sam egged us on. ‘Yeah, man. Hot. Give me your cum! Cover me with your cum!’ My boy pulled away from me and scooped up some of Sam’s seed. He hopped off the narrow bed. Sam looked scared. My boy leaned over him, whispering loudly, "Pull your legs up and show me that pretty ass." Sam followed instructions as my boy smeared some of Sam’s cum on his hole. Sam moaned as his pucker squeezed tightly shut, muttering "I just want you to cum on me. I don’t think I’m ready to get fucked." "Then SUCK MY COCK!" Sam shook his head no as my boy climbed on top of him and shook his dick in Sam’s face. I’d rarely seen my boy get so aggressive. He seemed like he was really going to force Sam to suck his dick. Sam balled up and started shivering. I calmed my boy down and told him to go take a walk and cool off a bit. He stormed away muttering "Goddammed cocktease. Who the hell comes to a bathhouse to just get cum on?" My boy left the room and Sam looked up at me gratefully explaining "I just want cum. I’ve never done this before." With this I suspected Sam had never done ANYTHING with a guy. I stroked his shoulders, which seemed to calm him down a bit. I told him we’d only go as far as he wanted to. Sam told me that he wanted to try sucking my dick, so I sat on the edge of the narrow mattress and he knelt before me. He licked my head, and gazed up at me. I offered encouragement, telling him to taste me, and wrap his lips around the head of my cock. He did, and was getting the hang of things. He managed to swallow a few inches, slurping loudly, then licking my balls. He popped one, then both, into his mouth. He was a natural. He spit out my balls and smiled up at me, "Hey man. I didn’t catch your name." I replied I hadn’t offered it, then smiled suggesting "You might catch it if you do a good job tonight." Sam just smiled in return, clearly not understanding my message. He licked lower and lower, as I leaned back and pulled my knees up to my chest. He started lapping at my hole, moaning as he got his first taste of ass. I was glad I had washed out and lubed up just in case. I opened up for him, and he actually inserted his tongue into me. I was oozing precum and moaning loudly. He stood up and bent over, shoving his ass at me demanding "Eat me. Eat my hole, man. I want to feel good," and then adding "Maybe you can try fucking me too?" I smiled, happy to oblige. I lapped at Sam’s ass, savoring the cum my boy had wiped there earlier. Sam opened right up for me as he moaned and whimpered. I pulled off to catch my breath. "You still just want my cum on your chest?" "I’ve always heard it’s dangerous to have sex without a condom, especially when you don’t know the guy." I laughed "How innocent!" I knew he’d be taking my load later, but I wanted him to beg for it. He laid back down on the mattress and pulled me to him. He blew me for a few minutes, and actually had me ready to cum. "Where do you want me to cum, Sam? This is all about what YOU want." "My chest. Please cum on my chest!" I grunted as I jerked my spasming cock over Sam’s tight little muscular body. I shot a few spurts on his chest and the rest onto his abs. Glistening with sweat and our loads, my cum looked so sexy as it found its way to his natural creases; rivulets of cum poured down his abs and into pools between his nipples and his navel. All this time, the door was open to our room, and guys kept walking by and peering in, but no one stuck around for long. When I caught my breath, my boy was standing in the open doorway, and I saw the shadows of a few other guys behind him. He clapped for me and Sam and came in the room, with three strangers. "This boy wants cum, guys. Give him what he came here for." To be continued…