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Part 6 I walked down the block, leaving my car in the fenced parking lot. It was a rainy night, but even this much rain couldn’t wash away the grime in this neighborhood. I huddled into my jacket, uncertain if I was going the right direction. My feet were already soaked with the cold rain. Just go home. I stopped at the end of a long stretch of fences. This was it. The small building standing alone. The open door was spitting out blue, pink and purple light. There weren’t any lit signs, but Grant had told me there would’t be. I saw a couple people go inside. They didn’t look nervous, just walked right in. And I was a little relieved that I couldn’t see their faces. No one would seè me going in. Not that I expected to know friends from school or my family to be around here. I went in. Grant was standing to the side of a small counter. “Hello, pig boy. You made it this time.” He’d been calling me ‘pig boy’ on the phone for the past two weeks. “Yeah,” I said, feeling embarrassed. I was supposed to come last weekend, but had talked myself out of it and gave Grant some lame excuses the next morning. “Don’t disappoint me again or we’re done here,” he’d told me. I knew tonight was make or break. Grant looked at the attendant standing next to him at the counter. “I’ve got him covered.” “Sure, boss.” Grant lead me through a doorway covered in black plastic fringe. It was like walk-in through a magic mirror. Inside was an open space with bands of colored light that created a patchwork of brightly lit and darkly shadowed spaces. But what blew me away was the small crowd of naked men milling around. Grant steered me to the right, into a locker room. He opened a locker and had me put everything into it before he locked it up. I was left wearing the blue jockstrap he’d told me to buy, and my favorite blue sneakers. “You’re even hotter in the light,” he said admiringly, running one rough hand across my smooth chest. I felt an odd mix of embarrassment and elation. I wasn’t used to guys admiring me like this. Sure I’d been told I looked good, but Grant said it in. a different way that made me feel really sexy. I felt more at ease standing here mostly naked. A cute ginger came around the corner of a row of lockers. He was wearing a red jockstrap and red sneakers. He was probably around my age, fresh faced with a big grin, but stockier than me. His skin was pale, but he had muscles like a young football player. He wasn’t as defined as me, but. He looked like a powerhouse. “Hey, Grant.” “Hello, Wil.” He introduced us. “Follow Wil onto the floor. He knows the lay of the land here. I gotta check on the sound system — it doesn’t sound right.” “Sure.” Grant was gone, and I suddenly felt uncertain what to do. Wil was standing there with a big grin on his face, hands casually on his hips in a power stance. He looked really hot, and it was good to finally have someone my age around for ….. well, whatever this was gonna become. No one at the bookstore had been my age, and I expected the same here at the club. But here was Wil, which was making me feel less anxious. “So this is your first time here?” He asked in a friendly tone. I nodded. “Grant bring you in?” I nodded again. Why am I so nervous? I must seem like a standoffish dick. “How long you been coming here?” I asked. “Hmmmmm.. About eight months. I started going to nursing school here, and found out about this place through a guy I dated.” I learned that Wil was just a year older than me, and had moved here from Boston. We got talking about school for awhile, and I felt myself relaxing. Wil was really normal and friendly. He was an EMT at school, and we chatted about sports games. I told him about playing soccer, and we traded stories about cute guys we had crushes on at school. “I saw you’re part of the jockstrap contingent, too.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. “You’re wearing a jockstrap. That’s a signal that you’re a bottom. Let’s the other guys know.” “Oh.” The implications of that started to settle in, and I was having mixed feelings. At first I felt kinda panicked. Am I a bottom? Did anyone I know see me? What would they tell others? “Are you into older?” “I dunno. I dated guys at school. But…” “I hear ya. I thought I was supposed to meet someone at school, fall in love, and get married. Then I found out I like daddies. And they like me. And the sex is sooooo much better!! They know what they’re doing, and they appreciate a young ass.” He looked at me sitting there. “You’re smoking hot. They’ll be all over you tonight.” I didn’t know what to say. Grant kept telling me I was hot. The guys in the bookstore had each said it. Am I? “You’re cool with poz?” I asked him. “Very. Things are different now than they were.” I nodded. “If you’re here with Grant, I’m guessing he’s already bred you.” I half nodded and smiled, kinda surprised at my own reaction. “A couple weeks ago.” “His dick is amazing. I don’t know how he does it, but he knows exactly what you need, and how to give it to you.” I nodded again. “Yeah he does.” “I’m getting horny,” he said. “Let’s do a lap in our jockstraps, then we can pick a spot to start. It pays to advertise.” Wil lead me around the main floor. There was a set of bathroom stalls and a shower area. The eerie greenish lighting was an alcove with three slings that seemed to just float in the air. I’d never seen a sling, only heard guys joke about them. The heavy chains suspended them in the air were nearly black. ‘What do you think?” “Kinda intimidating,” I admitted. I was glad they were empty; I don’t think I could handle more than that right now. “At first. It took me a couple visits before I tried them out. But they’re amazing. Now its my favorite spot to finish the night.” He looked back into the main room. “One more thing to show you before we go up. He led me over to a wide doorway covered in more of the plastic fringe. He stepped through; I followed. I expected more colored lights, but was met with darkness. I stood there trying to let my eyes adjust, and reached out to where I thought Wil might be, but only caught air. “Welcome to the maze.” After a moment I started to see shapes. The space was narrow and seemed to wind in a couple different directions. There were a bunch of thin walls at different angles. Wil walked me through, and I saw the walls had cutouts in them. “This can be a fun spot when you just want cock.” There were a few black lights overhead, and I noticed my jockstrap glowing in the light. “Ready to see upstairs?” “Sure.” He lead me out of the maze and up the stairs near the slings. It was a loft space with a few big, black plastic mattresses and mirrors on most of the walls to the right. On the left were padded benches that I couldn’t quite figure out — you couldn’t really sit on them. There was also a wooden table against the mirrored wall in the back corner. There were a couple guys up here, but they seemed to be standing around. One was younger like Wil and I, wearing a gold jockstrap. I said hi, but he didn’t seem interested in talking to us. “That’s Justin. He’s only friendly if you’re fucking him.” Wil lead me back down the stairs. “This place gets pretty busy on weekends. Guys come and go pretty fast, though. At least the tops do. Have to get back to their wives.” We were walking past the slings when we came across Grant. “Looks like the lil’ piggies are bonding,” he grinned and put a hand on each of our asses. “I like seeing you two together.” It hadn’t occurred to me until now that he had probably done to Wil what he did to me in the bookstore. That made my cock twitch. “Let’s go see Buzz.” Buzz was the bartender at a tiny station tucked in the front corner — I hadn’t even noticed it earlier. Grant ordered two drinks for us “to take the edge off.” He looked at me. We hung out watching the crowd start to roll in. There had to be about 40 guys in the club now, mostly naked or in a jockstrap. “Not a lot of jockstraps tonight,” Grant said. “You boys could have a really good night ahead of you.” “Hopefully you’ll be taking care of both of us later,” Wil said. I was impressed by how bold Wil was. I didn’t think I could be that way. Grant pulled us both against his body, one on either side of him; he moved his hands lower and used a finger to probe each of our young holes. I didn’t realize how much I wanted my hole touched until that moment. I groaned, and nuzzled closer to him as jolts of pleasure zipped through my body. Wil made a similar sound; I looked at him, our eyes meeting each others, and I felt a new bond between us. “Good little pig boys,”Grant said, his finger gently massaging the tight muscles around my hole. “You’re both gonna get a lot of dick tonight. But you don’t get mine until you each have a load inside you. You want it that way, don’t you, pig boys?” “Fuck yeah,” Wil responded. “Good little pig boy.” Grant looked me in the eye. “And you?” He slapped my ass. Another load in me? I shouldn’t be doing that here. There was a lot of risk.But my hole was saying something different, and Grant massaging my prostrate unleashed something in me. I nodded to him. “Yeah” “Good, boy. I have a special plan for you later, too. A little initiation rite.” He looked down at both of us nuzzled against his body. “You two go and collect some loads. I’ll find you when you’ve each got a few in you.” He looked directly at Wil. “Go see Buzz. He’s got a couple drinks for you two.” Wil and I stood there together, still feeling the horniness that Grant’s fingers had unleashed. Wil grinned at me. “We have work to do!” Wil suggested we start in the maze. I needed to hit the bathroom first, and he said to find him. I had to wait about 10 minutes because there were only two urinals, but it gave me a chance to check out the guys. I was surprised there were so many guys in their 20s and 30s. I still thought Wil and I were among the youngest, but it was a different crowd than the bookstore. There were some older guys, a mix of athletic and bear builds. But I found it all very hot and sexy. All these men walking around naked, comfortable with their bodies. I missed the looks I was getting from a lot of the guys, still feeling overwhelmed by the whole scene. The guy ahead of me was much taller than me, probably 6’2”, with an athletic build, a light coating of hair across his pecs and abs. He smiled at me a couple times, and finally introduced himself just before we got to the urinals. “David,” he said. I introduced myself, but suddenly felt very shy. “He gave my ass a tweak as he finished and started to walk away. “I’ll be looking for you,” he said. I found the maze again, feeling worried that Wil may be pissed I took so long. I had to let my eyes adjust again. This space was darker than the bookstore, and the walls were all painted black. I slowly started making my way around. There were guys back here now, quite a few of them. There were steps along the sides of the room to elevated platforms, and interlocking cubicles down below. I wondered if maybe Wil had gotten tired of waiting for me and left, but then saw him — his pale skin and red jockstrap standing out. He was in a middle cubicle, bent over, with his ass against one wall and hands against the other in front of him. I saw guys in the cubicles on either side of him. I left the higher platform and walked over toward him. The cubicles were built so you walked into them from alternating sides of the row, never able to see who was in the adjacent cubicle. That struck me as really hot. Wil was moaning, cocks stuffed in his ass and mouth. It was hot to watch and my dick got really hard really fast. Wil reached over and put a hand on my abs to say hello without ever leaving either cock. The thumping of body against wood sounded hot. And it was getting faster; Wil started getting louder too, despite the dick in his mouth. “Mhhhffff! Mfffff! MMMFFFFF!” The wall behind him was rattling with the banging, and then suddenly stopped as an anonymous groan emerged from the other side. A hand came through the opening behind Wil and slapped his ass. Wil stood up, a massive grin on his face, and he was breathing hard. “That was hot,” he breathed. He put both hands on my shoulders as he steadied himself, looking like maybe he was lightheaded. Then he kissed me. He kissed me with a long, deep kiss that made my heart start to pound. A couple guys scuttled through the narrow hallway as we kissed, having to brush against Wil’s exposed backside to get by. When we finally broke the kiss he said, “You’re next.” He ushered me into the cubicle he’d vacated. He rubbed some lube into my hole, seeming to enjoy himself as he teased my hole with his fingers. He stuck his tongue in there and. I groaned softly as he opened me up. “I thought you were a bottom,” I said. “You’re inspiring me,” he said. “Fuck you are gorgeous.” He stood up and rubbed my back as I. just stood there, half bent over, with my ass hanging in the air in front of the opening in the wall. “I don’t think there’s anyone there.” “Be patient. There will be,” he assured me. I looked through the cutout in front of me and saw someone standing there, stroking his cock. Was it the same guy Wil had blown? “Take a good hit of poppers“ Wil instructed me, putting a bottle under my nose. I felt the rush of desire flooding me, Wil still massaging my hole with his fingers, when the cock in front of me came through the cutout. I didn’t hesitate, going down on it. It felt so smooth in my mouth, with a long shaft. I rested my weight on my hands against the wall and rocked back and forth a little, letting Wil’s fingers deeper in.. Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I felt him rubbing my back. I could see his sneakers on the floor standing beside me. “Here it comes,” he said excitedly. I felt a hard pressure against my hole and gasped. I had no idea who, but someone was pushing their cock through the cutout behind me. “Push your ass back onto his cock. Let him inside you,” Wil whispered into my ear. The cock behind me popped right through my sphincter and slide deep inside. “Ahhhhhhh,” I sighed as he impaled me. Wil’s finger and tongue massage had loosened up my ass, and whoever was behind me had an easy time opening me fully. Was it one of the guys who had brushed past us a few minutes ago? He. Didn’t waste any time getting into a full fuck, his dick driving deep. Any other time I’d been fucked, they’d had their hands on my body while they did it. This time, no one was touching me because the walls blocked us — all I could feel was each each buried in either end of me. “How’s it feel?” Wil whispered in my ear. I lifted my head, “Fucking amazing!!” Then went back to sucking one cock while another fucked me. The guy behind me was pounding away, and I felt the vibration of the wall as he thumped hard, pushing deep into my hungry hole. His hardness filled me, and I felt him quite as he left his cock in me, just letting it rest there for a moment. What was he doing? The guy in front of me was still fucking my face when the other guy slipped out of my hole and patted my ass. Wil’s fingers rubbed my hole next. “Congrats on your firs load of the night.” I stood up, stretching my leg muscles, breathing hard from the exertion. Wil came close, putting his face next to time and kissed me again. “Now turn around and offer your hot ass to the other guy. Let’s see what he does.” Without thinking I turned around, Wil still standing so close. I could feel the heat of his body. I offered my ass toward the cutout I’d been sucking cock through. What the fuck am I doing? But the logical voice in my head was overwhelmed by desire. I’d never felt this horny before. What was happening to me? My thoughts were shattered by the feeling of hard pressure against my waiting hole. That long, slender, smooth cock I’d been sucking was now sliding inside my ass. Without the cock in my mouth I just started moaning. This fuck was longer and deeper than the first. I started to pull off the cock, but Wil stopped me. “Take it. Just let him fuck you. That’s it. Give him your ass. He won’t last long in there.” I was moaning, probably louder than I realized. I was braced against the wall, a mix of pain and pleasure as that long cock effortlessly fucked me deep. As Wil predicted, it wasn’t long before I felt him shoot a hot load up inside my gut. He pulled out quickly and patted my ass. “That was hot,” Wil said, nuzzling against me as he helped me stand. up. “You’re so fucking hot to watch get used.” My head was honestly spinning. I had a cute guy being sweet to me, which seemed weird in this place, and had just been fucked by two guys through cutouts in a wall without ever seeing them. I shouldn’t be good with this. This isn’t who I’m supposed to be. Is it? “It was hot seeing you in there, too,” I admitted softly. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

Nothing in this discussion had been particularly productive, so I’m locking the thread. It’s not really up for discussion - just explanation and I’ve explained it a dozen different ways. The policy is going into effect. If the policy bothers you that much - find another site. I really don’t want you here if you can’t understand the basis for the policy. It’s boils down to caring for your fellow piggy bothers. If that bothers you, go away!

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I was visiting a friend a few states over and I drove the 4 hours for a weekend trip. I like driving and while I've never had good luck cruising, I always had the fantasy of having sex with a trucker. I've tried multiple times, and always enjoyed jacking off at a rest stop if I was ever on the road. But I've never been in the back of a truck until this trip. I left town late, and by the time I needed to piss I was in the middle of nowhere around midnight. I pulled into a rest stop I had never been to before. In the back of my mind I'm already deciding that I need to cum. I park, and while there were some trucks the parking lot was pretty empty. I go inside, pick a stall, piss then shit down and start stroking. I'm a pretty average guy and since I was at a friends house this weekend, I really needed this as it had been a few days since I came. Enjoying myself I guess I didn't notice that someone had come in. Or I somehow didnt see him in the empty bathroom, but I heard a man cough. I'm not a shy person but it spooked me. The sound of me stroking made it obvious what I was doing and for some reason I decided I'm not gonna finish. I pulled my pants up and went to wash my hands. The other man was standing by the sinks, but I tried not to look at him out of slight embarrassment. As I was drying my hands he spoke to me, 'Sounded like some fun in there'. I looked at him. He was a pretty average looking blue collar guy. Older, graying and with a beard. Slight belly and a handsome manly face. I chuckled. 'Why You'd stop' he asked. I froze not quite sure how to proceed. I'm sure he could sense I was being timid. 'Why don't we get back in there and finish?' He winked then walked into the stall and started grabbing at his bulge. My dick went right back up and joined him. He sat on the toilet and took my dick out. He was clearly just as horny as I was and swallowed my dick like he was starving. He didn't give great head, but doing this with what I assume was a trucker, in a public place, was a big fantasy. Slowly he worked on my balls and moved to finger my hole. He then asked if I would suck him, so we switched place and he pulled out his cock. Hairy, 7ish inches, and thick I put it in my mouth and sucked on his musty cock. He moaned and ran his hands through my hair. I could hear him mumbling, 'good boy'. I could taste his salty precum and was hoping he wouldnt cum yet. He took his dick out of my mouth and asked 'You like this cock? You take cock up your hole?' I nodded while I sucked on his large nuts. 'Turn around let me see your hole'. Without hesitation, I pulled my pants down and showed him my smooth hole. He rubbed his rough hands over my ass and put his tongue in my hole. I could feel him spitting in my hole. I didnt realize neither of us had lube, but he did a good job getting me wet. He got up behind me and rubbed his hard cock against my hole and up my crack while he let out a moan. I pushed back. he guided the head into my tight hole and got in. I gasped, but he just shushed me and slowly slide the rest of the way in without stopping, even though I was pulling away. His cock was much fatter than I thought - or I just hadn't been fucked in a while. He got balls deep and just stood there deep inside my hole. "You like that cock, boy?" I moaned and pushed back harder. My hole was loosening, and I moved my hand from my cock, down to hold his big balls. He started moving his cock in and out, and getting a good slow rhythm. It felt so good letting this older guy fuck me like me. But we stopped as a guy came in to pee. We heard the door open and froze. We listened as he pissed, washed his hands and left. The whole time my daddy was grabbing my ass. As soon as he left daddy pulled out. "Come on, lets go to my truck." Following him out, we went to his truck and got inside. It was messy and small but I didn't care. We stripped down and he quickly had me on my back with my legs up. He grabbed his lube and started playing with my hole. "You want this raw dick back in that hole?" - "Yes Daddy, please fuck me!" He put some lube on my cock and started stroking me. "Yea boy, you like taking loads don't you?" I'm not a total slut but I've let my fair share of guys cum in me. I had never caught anything and got complacent in my luck. Without second thought I said, " Yea I want your load in me" He smiled and guided his bare cock into my hole. He got deep and stayed there while he played with my nipples. He said my hole felt amazing and started picking up the pace. I could feel his balls slap my ass and now that we were in a more private space I was able to moan louder. "Fuck me!" I yelled. "Yea you're gonna bred, boy. You want my seed?" I put my hand on his chest and said " Fuck yea, breed me!" By now he was beating up my hole and I was close to cumming. I knew he was too. I started stroking my cock and he looked down at me like an animal. He said "Fuck yea gonna breed that raw pussy. Gonna give you my babies. Give you my DNA". Then was when I knew what was happening. But I was already so close to cumming too I just let it happen. "Take it boy, take my fucking dirty seed". I shot my cum as he howled and I could feel his hot seed shooting into me. His cock was twitching in my hole and I could feel the familiar warm, wet feeling deep in my hole. He just held his cock in me while catching his breath, "Good Boy, you took my seed". Eventually his cock went soft and slide out. I didn't say much other than thank you as we cleaned up in silence. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was risky, and stupid. But I got to play out a fantasy. I went back to my car with his seed leaking out me. When I got home I pushed it out and used it for lube on my cock to jerk off. A month or two later I tested. And sure enough... he got his seed deep in me

Bruce, pictured here, has been after Matt's ass for years. For one reason or another, it never seemed to work out. However, this past weekend, Matt attended a club and happened to run into Bruce. The two began dancing together at the club. Eventually, Bruce went in for it feeling Matt's rock hard cock by shoving his hand in his pants. Matt responded by grabbing Bruce in for a kiss. After a lot of teasing Bruce suggested they leave the club. They didn't make it out of the parking lot before Matt was on Bruce's lap in the backseat of Matt's car. Matt ripped Bruce's pants down and began to suck on his 7" cock. Matt could taste the precum as it flowed down his waiting throat. After a bit of that, Bruce switched positions with Matt and began to suck Matt's 7" cock as well. Matt could feel his orgasm build as Bruce is an expert cocksucker. Matt tried to get Bruce to stop, but he didn't listen, and Matt shot his huge load down Bruce's throat and Bruce, of course, swallowed every drop of it. As the two began making out, Matt could taste his load on Bruce's lips. Matt began to position himself under Bruce, rubbing his ass on Bruce's wet, rock hard cock. Bruce murmured they shouldn't fuck, which confused Matt, considering how he'd heard Bruce talk about wanting his ass for a few years, so Matt persisted by pushing Bruce back into a sitting position and sucking his cock once again. Once he got Bruce's cock nice and wet, Matt leapt onto Bruce's lap and started grinding his hole against Bruce's cockhead. Bruce insisted on a condom, to which Matt laughed and said, simply, "I want your cum in my ass and you want to cum in my ass. That's what we're gonna do." As Bruce protested a bit more, Matt felt Bruce's head slip into his ass. Quickly, but with some difficulty, Matt took all seven inches into his hole. At this point, Bruce's shallow protests stopped, and instead he groaned in pleasure, as did Matt. The two resumed making out as Bruce was now thrusting up into Matt who was riding Bruce's cock like a pro. Eventually, Matt was on his back, legs wrapped around Bruce, begging to get fucked harder. As Bruce pounded Matt's ass, the car windows fogged up. Bruce grunted he was getting close and that he was going to pull out, but Matt responded by wrapping his legs tightly around Bruce, and, with even more enthusiasm, worked his ass up and down on Bruce's cock. Finally, Bruce blurted-out "I can't cum in you. I'm poz!" but Matt kept riding. Again Bruce reiterated "I'm poz, Matt! You don't want me to cum in you!" but Matt grabbed Bruce, kissed him and said, "Do you see me stopping? Shoot your hot poz cum in my ass!" Bruce, still struggling with the decision, tried once more but finally succumbed. Bruce said he was about to shoot and Matt said to "Give me that poz cum! Fill my slutty ass with it!" And with that instruction, Bruce buried his cock balls deep and shot his poz cum deep inside of Matt's ass. Matt kept working Bruce's cock to work the poz load deeper in his gut. Bruce looked at Matt, shocked and couldn't believe Matt not only took it, but wanted it. After thinking about it, Bruce smiled and asked Matt if he wanted some more....

This picture says it all… Democrats will treat you as their equal, while to the vast majority (98.6%) of Republicans you are a second class citizen.

Last night. My husband invited over a 25yo slim brunette twink. I was on my knees waiting. Sucked them both off before getting on my knees on the bed. Husband fucked me doggy while I sucked the twink. He had a decent size cock, pretty thick. They swapped around a few times until I was face down, moaning into a pillow. The twink said he needed to slow down or he'd cum. I begged him to fill me up. He sped up and pounded me for about 30 seconds before shooting his load inside me. As soon as he pulled out my husband climbed on top of me and shot his load too.

It seemed like a long time before dad and I had another adventure. Finding time when both dad and I were alone with mom not around was never easy. But then one night after dinner, she decided to go visit her mother. I remember Dad very vividly that night as he sat at the dinner table. He sorta picked at his food, claiming he wasn't very hungry but in reality, he just knew he didn't want to get fucked on a full stomach. She was out of the house by six, and though we didn't know how long she would be gone exactly, we figured we had around two hours at best. Dad took me by the hand and said let's go. He walked up the bedroom stairs towards my room and i followed. First , he kicked off his shoes. He turned to me and pulled off his t shirt. I just watched. It was still new and exciting to me and just watching him strip out of his clothes was exciting. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down, his white fruit of the looms coming down in one pull. Stepping out of them until he was totally naked, standing in front of me. Take you clothes off he said to me. I was out of my shorts and t shirt in seconds and after looking me over from head to toe, he stepped closer and hugged our bodies together. Skin touching skin... dick touching dick.....He brushed my hair out of my eyes, and kissed me deep. Chills raced thru my body and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I just can't control myself he said . He dropped to my knees and put my hard cock in his mouth. He took it deep... then alternating from sucking to licking.... all the way down to my balls He knew my cock wouldnt last long so without too much time going by, he told me he wanted me inside him again. He quickly laid down on my bed. face down. He took some of his own spit and placed it on his fingers and then into his hole. I gave him some more spit with a direct spit from my mouth to his hole. Then rubbed it in with the head of my dick. I pushed my dick and weight into dad until i was laying on top of him. It felt so good, so right to be exploring his body with mine. It didn't take long as predicted and I was soon pumping my load into his ass once again. I rolled over and next to him, I sat quietly. Then I asked him something.. So dad... I never thought you would ... you know.. be like me...I thought I was really the only one that liked guys and cock and cum........So many more than you realize he replied. You interested in going to the xxx theater again son? he asked I nodded. Let's see if we can sneak away again one day next week.

@rawTOP, you’re getting a lot of shit for this. Much more than I thought you would. For reasons I haven’t the time or inclination to go into right now (I might at a later date), I want you to know that I for one broadly support your move, and I’m sure many other ‘silent’ users of this site do too. At great personal cost to yourself in terms of both time and effort, you have created a wonderful free space that has been enjoyed by many, many people over the last decade, and you have EVERY right to nudge it in whatever direction you please. I hope you will not be discouraged in your vision by some of the comments you have received in this thread: keep up the good work!

Was at Racetrack getting gas and had to pee so I went in to do that and get a soda. There was a cute blonde guy about 20 hanging out nearby that followed me in. He went to the urinal next to me and pulled his cock out and started stroking. We made eye contact and once I stopped peeing started stroking. He nodded to the stall and I followed him into it. He dropped his pants and I wasn't sure what he was looking for so started stroking his cock. He undid my jeans and pulled my cock out and started stroking me too. We weren't jerking long before he asked "wanna fuck?" I said yeah and turned my back to him and got up against the wall. I could hear and feel his spit hit my ass and felt his dick enter me. It was slender but long so I knew it wouldn't be too bad to take with just spit. He asked "cum inside?" and I said yeah and soon felt he blast inside me. He kept stroking in me and it wasn't long before he asked if I wanted the second one in me. I said I did and before long could tell he'd cum in me again. He slid out and moved in next to me smiling at me saying it was his turn. I was so turned on taking his loads I knew I wouldn't last long and did the same spit and stick like he did me and was surprised he could take my thick cock with no complaints. And unlike him I wasn't gonna ask if he wanted the load inside or not, I was gonna shoot inside him and did. He let out a sigh and whispered how good it felt. I pulled my jeans back up and quickly left. I'm not sure why as he was hot and I should have seen if I could have got his number. He didn't say anything to me either as I dressed and left the bathroom. While getting my soda I saw him come out of the bathroom and again he was hanging out near the door of the bathroom. I could only guess he was hoping for some quickies as the lunch time rush came. I have some quickies at this Racetrack before but never though of hanging out for a hookup but I'll have to check it out some more.

Chapter 7 - Two Boys in Boston *Ding* Brian awoke to the text message tone of his phone. He looked at his alarm clock. “11:07am”. He had slept late, unsurprising after the night he just had. He looked at his phone to check the message. “How are you feeling baby boy? You snuck out on me last night.” It was from Adam. Lying in bed, Brian was still naked, covered in dry cum. As he swung his legs off the side of the bed to get up, he realized his ass was still feeling the effects of being invaded for the first time. It was sore; his whole body was sore really. He stood and reached down between his legs to find his hole, no longer virgin. He stuck his thin bony index finger inside himself and thought he could still feel Adam’s cum. He walked across his bedroom, opened his closet door, and looked at himself in the hanging mirror. His hair was more messed up than on a normal morning. He could barely make out the cum against the pale skin on his thinly defined chest. His soft cock hung off of his slim frame, just as it did before, but it felt different now, having been in another man’s mouth. He turned sideways to see his ass protrude from his thin frame, serving as a reminder what he had done the night before. Brian unlocked his phone and tried to figure out what he wanted to say to Adam. “Hey, yeah, I woke up and wasn’t sure what to do with myself so I came home.” He sent. He wrote out another. “I don’t know how I feel. Like I said last night, sexy but scared. I haven’t even graduated high school and now I’m poz.” “Well, I hope so Brian. Fingers crossed that I successfully infected you, but you’ll have to get tested to know for sure. Might not have.” Brian had just accepted that Adam was probably toxic enough to convert him. His thought process hadn’t yet gotten far enough to think that maybe he hadn’t. Even getting loaded up with toxic cum was no guarantee. As that dawned on him, in that moment, he felt relief. Maybe he just had a super hot hookup and lost his virginity, and he wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences. “I’ll let you know” he sent off to Adam. “Please do. And I hope I’ll be seeing you again, either way.” Brian let that message sit. ***** The next day, Sunday, Brian returned to Boston, but this time it was for accepted students day at Boston University, where he had decided to spend the next four years of his life. Brian was excited to go to school in the city. BU’s campus was smack dab in the middle of Beantown, a stone’s throw away from Fenway Park and everything else the city had to offer. He was quite nervous about it, having always been a quiet, reserved kid, but he was hoping that going to school here would help him break out of his shell a bit. It also didn’t hurt that he thought being in the city would be a boon to his burgeoning sex life. But an accepted students day was not an environment where Brian would typically thrive. Surrounded by kids his age that he didn’t know, his anxiety was close to bubbling over. For some reason, he always thought people he didn’t know were judging him, and even though he told himself he didn’t care, of course he did. He was hopeful he’d meet some people, but he had a hard time getting over his shyness, making it difficult to strike up conversation organically. At least, he thought, he wasn’t a virgin. He consciously knew that, of course, that did not matter, would not come up, and could not be seen by other people, but in case it did, he was feeling good to have checked that box. The morning started out in a large lecture hall, with some Dean or another welcoming everyone to campus and to the start of the next phase of their young lives. Brian had found his way there from the parking garage and sat down, not knowing what else to do, and was reading through the day’s schedule while waiting for it to start. When the speakers finished, the students sorted themselves by college, and Brian found the College of Arts & Science group, where his major was. As the group walked down the corridor towards a smaller lecture hall, Brian heard a familiar voice. “Hey Brian” He turned his head and saw Jake a few steps behind him, walking quickly as if he had been trying to catch up with him, a smile on his face that Brian knew well: relief to find someone he knew. “Oh, hey Jake. I didn’t know you were going to BU too.” “Yeah, I was going to go to USC, but then when I looked at how expensive plane tickets back and forth were, I decided maybe going to school so far away wasn’t as good an idea as I had planned.” He chuckled a bit, and Brian wondered if that was true, or if that was the story Jake had come up with to cover that he was afraid to go to school that far away. If it was the latter, Brian knew how he felt. “So, you in Arts & Sciences too?”, Jake continued as they walked down the hall. “Yeah, I think I’m going to do computer science, how about you?” Brian replied, trying really hard to keep his cool. It wasn’t abnormal for Jake to be talking to him, they had class together and were friendly enough. Still, they were here amidst a big crowd of future college students, but alone as the only ones who knew each other. Ever since Brian had begun to accept his sexuality, and his feelings about Jake, it had been harder to talk to him. He was afraid he was going to accidentally blurt something out that gave him away, or that he would find out that Jake was straight, an asshole, or otherwise unattainable. “Oh, cool, that makes sense for you. You always were wicked smaht”. Jake giggled at his cheesy attempt at an exaggerated Boston accent. “I’m international relations right now, but might do economics, I don’t know. It’s cool running in to you here, it’ll be good have a friend around.” Neither of them realized it, but they both blushed ever so slightly when Jake said that. Brian was thrilled to hear Jake refer to him as a friend and insinuate they’d be seeing more of each other, and Jake was worried he had been a bit too vulnerable with Brian. He didn’t know him well enough yet to be sure he wouldn’t be judged. The two boys spent the rest of the day together. With Jake around, it was easier for Brian to chat up some other new people, but neither of them ever broke away from the other. They decided to go to the same info sessions, walked around the activities fair together, and chatted about what dorms they wanted to live in. As they walked out of the housing session and sat down outside to figure out where they were supposed to go next, Jake was looking at his phone as he asked “Um, so, what would you think about being my roommate? I mean, I don’t know if you’re wanting to meet new people or whatever and I know we don’t know each other super well so no worries at all if you’re not interested but I just thought it might be cool.” He looked over at Brian quickly to see if he could sneak a peak at his reaction. Brian could sense the nerves in Jake’s rambling question. One of the benefits of being a quiet kid was he was skilled in empathy; plus he recognized those nerves in himself. He never expected to hear them from Jake, though, who always gave off such a confident air at school. Brian couldn’t be sure of what was provoking the nerves, but his heart fluttered at his suspicion, or maybe his hope, that Jake was nervous for the same reason Brian had been nervous all day. And now, he had a chance to share a room with his crush, which could be great, but could also be a disaster. “Umm…” Brian began to respond. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to, I get it.” Jake rushed to interject. “No, no, I think that would be awesome!” Brian responded just as quickly, letting instinct reply after he began to sense Jake’s disappointment. Brian was beaming inside. He was beginning to really think that their day together had been more than coincidence and convenience; that it had indeed been filled with chemistry. If he had more confidence in himself, and if he wasn’t still in totally in the closet, he might have asked Jake out right then; that’s how sure he was that their interactions that day weren’t normal, and that they were was a spark between the two 18 year olds. His mood quickly soured, however, when the pair were sitting in the day’s final session, a mishmash of add-ons that were combined in to one. Campus security, ID cards, sexual health… Brian’s heart sunk, from the highest place it had ever been, deep down in to the pit of his stomach as the presenter talked about the health center’s resources and free, no-questions-asked STD tests. It was the first time all day that he had thought about what had otherwise consumed him that weekend. He was sure that, if he was poz, this was all ruined. As Jake and Brian walked together back to the parking garage, Brian barely spoke. Jake noticed the consternation on Brian’s face; their friendship already strengthened immeasurably over the course of just one day. As they got to Jake’s car, which was closer then Brian’s, Jake asked “Are you okay Brian? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” “You sure?” he asked as he opened the passenger door of his car and dropped all the swag he picked up that day on the backseat. Brian could see the genuine look of concern on Jake’s face. “Yes, yes, thanks” Brian smiled wide as his feelings for Jake took back control of his attention. “Hey, I’m really happy we ran in to each other. Thanks for keeping me company. I’m excited to be your roommate this fall.” “Me too Brian… Um, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, huh?” “Yeah, absolutely! I can’t wait!” Brian replied before he could catch himself. The sparks were flying now. Everything said had been innocuous, but it had all been said with just a little more emotion than would have been normal for two straight boys. They could both sense it, too. Jake decided in that moment to take a chance. He took Brian’s hand in his own, quickly leaned in, and kissed him. Brian was stunned, and Jake didn’t hold the kiss more than a few seconds, worried he had made a gigantic mistake. He pulled away and looked in terror at Brian’s face for a reaction. “Oh, I’m sorr…” he started to say. Brian recovered from his split-second paralysis and squeezed Jake’s hand an instant before he could pull it away. In one swift motion, he pulled Jake back towards him, moved his free hand to Jake’s neck, and connected for another kiss. This time it lasted a bit longer, as they made out with each other for a brief moment or two before disconnecting. Brian took a step back, caught his breath, and with wide eyes and a gigantic smile across his face, confessed “I’ve been wanting that for a long time”. “With me?” Jake asked lightly as his voice quivered, genuinely unsure if that’s what Brian meant. “Yes, with you.” “Cool” They both laughed at Jake’s Han Solo-esque response. A group of other students had come in the parking garage and were heading towards them, so Brian calmly let go of Jake’s hand. He wasn’t afraid of being caught with a boy (in fact, he craved that); he just didn’t want to cause a scene. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” asked Brian. “Can’t wait.” Brian turned and walked away down the row of parked cars, glancing back with a smile towards Jake, who was watching him leave before getting in his own car. When Brian finally got to the Jeep, he sat down in his drivers seat, put his head back, and took a big deep breath. He couldn’t help but give a little fist pump to himself; he had never felt so happy in his life. It was tempered slightly by the nagging concern of how the weekend’s pozzing adventure was going to affect his new relationship with Jake. But he put that aside for the moment and drove home happy, singing along with the radio at the top of his lungs.

It was about 6:30 on a Thursday when I left the Wall Street and headed for the home. Usually the subways are crowded well into the evening, but when I got to the station, it was deserted. I headed toward the end of the platform where I usually catch the train. There, behind a post, was this attractive suit, 30’s, blonde, blue eyes, no ring of any sort. Just my type. He looked kind of frazzled after a hard day’s work, his guard down but not out. So for lack of anything else to do, I cruised him. On the nearly empty train I sat across the aisle from him so I could stare at his crotch. It was pretty obvious what I was doing. He got the message and cupped his groin. 10 minutes into Brooklyn he got off, and I followed. On the platform, we introduced ourselves. He was Kevin, single, 31, and horny. The feeling was mutual, and we hauled ass for his apartment. Soon as the door slammed behind us, we began to make out. After an eternity of kissing, groping, probing, and haphazard disrobing, he led me into the bedroom. He was worth the wait, pretty awesome with his clothes off, well-built, toned, with a juicy cock and an even juicier ass. I asked him if he were top or bottom, and he said both. We sucked and played with each other, and then I asked him to fuck me. He put on a condom. I hate the damn things. He told me he was neg. But I wouldn’t hold that against him. After a while I told him I wanted to fuck him; and he was seemed pleased with my suggestion. Since this Roman used condoms, I played by the house rules and grabbed one of his rubbers. I fucked him wearing the condom till I got his ass nice and sloppy with lube and spit. I started to jerk him while I fucked him, doubling his pleasure. I pulled out and asked him to get on his knees. I fingered his ass with one hand while I pulled my condom off with the other—carefully concealing it beneath the sheet. That accomplished, I shoved my bare cock up his hole and really started to ram him. I worked his tits and slammed my bare cock up his ass for a good 20 minutes. As my cum came to a boil, I shoved my pulsing cock in deep into his ass. A week’s worth of poz jizz shot into his guts. Mission accomplished! I pumped him a bit longer to massage it in real good. Of course he had no idea I had fucked him raw. He moaned and writhed and played right into my hands as I poisoned his sweet neg ass. In the business of pozzing, the technique of pulling out is as important as the way you get it in. The name of the game is to avoid suspicion. I pulled my condom from under the sheet; and slipped it over my dick head to make it look like it had mostly come off as I pulled out. Then I made sure Kev saw me pull it completely off. I kept my hand over the empty reservoir to conceal it. I finished by sucking him off so he’d want more when it came time to reseed him. True to form, he gave me his phone number and practically begged to call him over the weekend. I’ll oblige, because I want to make sure he gets properly seeded. Then I want to keep in touch until his next HIV test. I’ll be so shocked when he tells me he’s poz. “Oh, Kevin! Do you know who did it? With the meds these days, it’s no big deal. Long as you keep a strict regimen and take all the pills the doctor orders. You won’t get sick and die. You’ll be able to keep on working. Depending how you feel about it, you can even bareback now. That’s the positive. No one has to know. There are guys who do that, you know. Gee, Kevin, do you think I ought to get tested?”

[think before following links] http://www.xnxx.com/video-stqkvc5/gay_bare_breeding damn i'm down for a breeding like this!

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

The slam gangbang wasn't going to fit in the ice fishing hut so I moved the sling to our basement wreck room. Every guy I invited was a top or vers and either had experience getting slammed or was looking for the opportunity. A special HIV blood slam donor for Mike was among the crowd. It was Mike's friend from the Las Vegas trip. He had won his wager and now sported a huge viral load. The biggest surprise was my neighbor Flint. Our wives were going to be away shopping and he, like me, wanted to experiment with his wild side. I made sure my bar was well stocked for the party. Mike provided lots of white powder to sniff. My drug dealer had lots of experience with slamming chrystal meth and was a straight top that enjoyed tapping a gay ass from time to time: as long as the gay or bi guy was butch. It seemed every participant brought their own favorite brand of poppers. And of course the lube I provided was laced to guarentee a horny good time for bottom and top alike. When I realized the extent of intoxicating power in the room I wanted to encourage every guy to set 911 on their speed dial. I was terrified and the adrenaline rush that caused had me hornier than a school boy even before I had any intoxicants in my system. When everyone was well lubricated from booze and a few lines Mike's buddy plugged his play list into my sound system. He turned up the volume to "It's Raining Men." He moved to the center of the floor and proclaimed for all to hear. "Great start fellas, let's step it up a bit." He was already starting an erotic striptease slowly and seductively unbuttoning his stylish transparent floral shirt. His arms, chest and eight pack were very well developed and adorned perfectly with lots of tribal tattoos. He held every man's attention as his shirt hit the floor. His hips gyrated and he started unbuttoning his tight butt accentuating jeans as he danced around the circle planting a passionate kiss on every guy's lips. He recruited assistants to remove his boots, socks and jeans revealing his 10 and a 1/2 inch erection which he stood and stroking to the music. It was one of those beautiful cocks with a perfect upward curve that any bottom knows will nail their prostate just right. He danced over to Mike, pulling Mike's shirt over his head revealing Mike's beautiful hairy body. Others pitched in to get Mike fully naked. Mike was escorted to the sling and helped into it. Mike protested, "I'm not a bottom." His poz friend put a shushing finger to his lips. A circle of semi clad mostly naked men now stood around the occupied sling. My jock strap wearing dealer administered Mike's first meth slam. Arm in the air, coughing jag finished Mike's saucer eyes showed he was ready. Mike's poz friend put a needle to his own arm and began to carefully draw a plunger full of tainted blood. Every guys cock was out and rock hard as he slowly, directly and seductively delivered the blood slam into Mike's vein. Mike was so overcome with emotion that tears of joy streamed down his face. Viral blood slam delivered Mike's poz friend moved in between Mike's stirruped legs and his naked cock taped at Mike's vulnerable hole. Mike smiled big time finding enough energy to gently push the fuck tool away. "My arm's all you get. Fuck! I'm so fuckin high and horny I need to get out of this thing and fuck one of your holes." While Mike was assisted out of the sling my drug dealer slammed Mike's friend, me, and Flint. Mike's raw cock was up my ass as soon as my coughing jag ended. It felt amazing! Mike's poz friend was in the sling with Flint's naked monster pounding his ass into next week. By now it was hard to hear anything over the coughing, groans and rutting throughout the room. However I did hear Flint speak to Mike's friend. "I'm so fuckin horny. I need to give up my ass. Give me my first fuck ever." Mike's friend smiled and said, "Take your pick man. Every guy in this room would love to break your gorgeous hairy bear cherry I'm sure." "Fuck that," responded Flint. "I want your cock and load man." "You sure?! I'll likely knock you up." "I don't want pozed but I'm not passing up this gamble. I'm just too fuckin horny for your big cock man, and you alone. " As Flint climbed in the sling Mike's friend asked if I was okay with him giving his first load to Flint. It was supposed to be my gangbang after all. I gave my surprised enthusiastic assent as another naked cock pushed up my ass. When Mike's friend was getting close we heard Flint bellow, "Give it to me man! Just try to poz this negative bear ass. Give it your best shot. Fill me ...awgh ...FUCK ...FUCK... FUCK. You're unloading aren't you?! ... Fuck, fuck ... what did I just do? What the fucking hell did I just do?!"

Ok, I'm going to disagree here a little , not to just to be opositional, or just to hear myself blether, but because I'm still smarting from a loss of a good friend. Alex was a great friend,for a few years, smart ( computer engineer specializing in voice assisted software), honest, kind, enjoyable, and a true confidante. We hung out at least a one Saturday a month, and even travelled together to nude beach resorts in the Carribean, ( where I attempted with some success to seduce men, and he women. And we had an arrangement as to when to vacate the hotel room for a little while so we could get a groove on with our respective new friends.) Yeah, he was/is hot, Cuban parentage , about 5'7'', brown curly hair, a nice 7 incher ( uncut). But honestly, as he was straight , I enjoyed his friendship and it was a bonus that he was also eye candy. Imagine my delight , when one summer afternoon, we were at my place, changing into swimming trunks to go down to the pool, when he looked at me and laughed , smiled at my groin and said ( verbatim): " You know you're always hard" ( not true, but I was right then). He then knelt down on his knees and started to give me a delicious blowjob. I didn't climax, and in about 10 minutes I knelt besides him and returned the favor. The smoothness of his cock was like silk, and my tounge played with his foreskin. We laughed , went downstairs, swam and had lunch. After that afternoon, he tended to avoid me, and we never hung out again, I called him a few times, and he begged off getting together as he was busy at work. My point: He initiated the sex, ( yes I get erect from time to time spontaneously, who doesn't ), but in the end I lost a good friend. My advice: don't go there, even if it's initiated ( sex play that is) on his part, you still might get punished and lose a friend.

It disappoints me to see that of all the posts in this thread, this is the one that receives a downvote. What great crime have I committed except express an opinion that racial injustice should not be brought into a discussion on trans rights? Has political debate reached such a level of toxicity that even a suggestion of this sort needs to be punished in this way? @BootmanLAand I are fighting the same war for a better, more harmonious world. Sometimes I might disagree with his methods and his tactics, and from time to time I would like to be able to point this out, without incurring such hostility. It is not as if I posted something along the lines of “Trans men should fuck off and get their own camp”. That might have deserved a downvote. A reasoned call for cautious and thoughtful debate does not. If the intention was to hurt, you have succeeded @Tavros : well done! Has it contributed anything meaningful to the debate? No, it has not. I am fairly thick-skinned, and won’t let your action put me off my fight for societal change through reasoned, civilized debate. But I wonder how many other good people out there are put off from making valuable contributions to this discussion and others, because they fear being burned in this way. Your actions alienate potential allies in the struggle for a better world, and you do a disservice to all those who need our support.

A number of my bottoms use a long toy to help the clean out process when they are playing with me. And that's on top of a good diet and a shower shot. It seems to be very effective.

I think the voyeur in me reacts the same as you suggest. I actual have started to be more 'aware' of the camera guy in amateur porn getting caught in a mirror, or a reflection on a window.... and it turns my crank. Especially if the guy doing the recording is naked as well. I have gone into rewind mode a number of times after catching a scene like that and re-played just to watch the camera man actions... LOL. (I'm typically watching the rutting and the camera guy is a peripheral motion). I have a good buddy that absolutely LOVES filming couples suck and fuck.... every now and then, he forgets himself and starts talking dirty to one or both of us... it is cool to hear his voice suggesting we try this or that... or commenting on how much cum is dripping from a face or from a freshly fucked hole. His payment for services is his choice of a great blowjob or dumping a big load in my guts. He really likes being second man inside.... and has done some point-of-view taping of him fucking my hole. Which again, is pretty hot stuff. Great subject... cheers!

If you hadn't take the son's blindfold off, I would give you a total pass. It wouldn't have hurt either of them, and you would have gotten your fantasy of seeing a dad fuck his son. Traumatizing the son seems like pure sadism on your part. Also, I observe you chose to hurt the one less likely to be able to retaliate. You're a class act.

There was no conflation of race and gender in @BootmanLA's post. I think what you are actually objecting to is that there was an implied equivalency, and that you'd assert the two terms are not equivalent and therefore not interchangeable or comparable. The problem with that assertion is there is a lot of anti-discrimination law written protecting race, ethnicity, and gender (among other attributes) using common language. On the face of it I don't think your assertion stands up to scrutiny. In response, I'd assert that the simple "attribute substitution test" that @BootmanLA used is a valid check to identify if an *act* is discriminatory independent of the attribute it's targeting.

Opening statement: What I have written below I have already done so, with great thought and with much time over the past few days. Thus by no means is this a knee jerk reaction. I do wish to point out before we get going is that I am explicitly genuine and sincere with what I have already written in regards to how I understand and see things from my perspective (I have a right to my own thoughts) and in no way am I trying to be difficult. If I receive any belligerent responses to this, then that will just completely cement my vision (rapidly increasing) of leaving here entirely. I deserve courtesy, as we all do. Okay, let's get started: "Bug chasing still very much ALLOWED" - I would see that as self harm taking into account the premise behind the rest of the new rules - policies - bans. "HIV Fetish still very much ALLOWED" - But HIV is permanent! And more importantly, it leads onto "AIDS" (harm to the body). Even left untreated HIV very slowly harms the body, daily. If fetishizing STI's is banned for the reasons given then my logic would see this extended to banning HIV Fetish also. Keeping HIV Fetish could also see those that cannot discern between fantasy and reality ditching their PrEP, (self harm). "Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior" - Fair enough comment. Again using my logic, surely the Chem Sex Fiction section should be completely removed based on what this fair enough comment actually could indicate, for example; Real life drug taking = Self harm. Indeed, ALL drugs are Liver toxic, there is no exception, not to mention what happens to all the other life sustaining organs. In fact, wouldn't banning "all" expression of fantasy behaviour if it has the potential to become a (self harm behaviour) reality be the way to go? I say this purely because again it makes logical sense. Personally I view fact vs fiction in a very simple and logical way in that the two are entirely different and separate. However, if there are individuals who take what is clearly fiction quite literally (which I would not have thought on a place like BZ) then yes, I can most definitely see there being issues. I get that. I really do. On a factual level (way beyond the realms of fiction), there is a particular individual who I have seen talking about their sexual behaviour which leaves me questioning if they are crossing the barrier into actual harmful behaviour towards others. It does seem to be that way. What I sometimes read does not sit very well with me at all; and I am very open minded so for me to say that really does speak volumes. With the previous paragraph in mind and merely thinking out aloud, wouldn't something as simple as fetishizing RAW/bareback sex encourage others who are currently practising safe sex to take potential life changing risks (self harm.) Having unprotected sex is taking risks and the participant(s) could be seen as ''self harming'', especially if a neg guy KNOWINGLY has sex with a detectable guy with the intention of converting. With this in mind, should even fetishizing RAW/bareback sex be banned? On another note, there is another user who I often see in response to others and without provocation be extremely belligerent, and sometimes generalised name calling (show some manners and civility please) whenever someone says something that does not fit his personal intolerant, illiberal and hostile narrative. I have never seen him told to be civil by a moderator, like others are when they are being unsavoury. Being on the receiving end of these unneccessay venomous behavioural traits can make someone feel very low about themselves, and as body and mind are inextricably linked then that would most definitely be a form of harm as I would perceive it. I do have a decent understanding of the Nervous and Endocrine systems; affect the natural equilibrium of these intricate systems and harm to the body WILL be caused! From a fictitious perspective, I have written a lot of twisted stuff, much of it involving an array of STI's. With the imminent rule changes concerning this I have contacted a moderator, and at my request six of my stories are to be deleted (instead of edited) with immediate effect. I have just made contact to request a seventh to get the chop. To be honest, I now feel exceptionally uncomfortable that they're there knowing of the new rules, policies, and bans in place. I will not rest easy until they have all been completely deleted. Another life lesson learned! As a very close friend would say; ''Guard up. Shutters down.'' And that is where I am at now ... Big time! Conclusion: If banning certain elements on this site that have previously been allowed due to those that cannot discern between fantasy and reality, OR even not being able to read about something that could potentially cause the reader harm later on whether it be unintentional or self inflicted by just forgetting about it and moving on, then that in itself could lend itself to many other elements of this site that have escaped the new rules for which I have covered above. Food for thought. Lastly, I have been thinking for the past year or so about deleting my profile in it's entirety. It does cause me distress (harm) when I inadvertently see a certain aforementioned individual be terribly belligerent towards others (this is something I feel extremely strongly about.) It is completely unacceptable to be anything other than civil, and I happen to care deeply for my fellow Man. I have my sub's (online training for now) telephone number so that is all I really need and desire. My precious health (what is left of it) comes above anything and anyone else. Edit: From this afternoon onwards the feelings of leaving this community which I really don't want to leave are getting too intense to ignore. I no longer feel safe here at all now (it was my one safe space), and now feel completely exposed. Now in the process of tying up loose ends (obtaining contact details, etc). A special thank you to drscorpio who is a right gem; A wonderful man! All the best.

@rawTOP I’m not going to wade into the discussion too much except to say this. When I came across BZ, it was a revelation. I found others shared my passions and I want to thank you for that. I’ve made contact with some great guys on here and met up with a couple. BZ is the site I visit more often than any other. It’s usually the one I look at first every day. Nothing you have decided, or written subsequently since your initial post on this thread, will change that one jot.

This times a hundred.

Seriously, you're going to trash what I'm doing because of an error rate of 6 out of millions of hookups? SMH… I posted the study to the HIV/Sexual Health sub-forum a few years ago. Poz guys who never progress to AIDS, and are meds compliant actually live slightly longer than neg guys (though with more complications along the way). The theory on why they live longer is that they're seeing their doctor more frequently so problems are caught quickly and dealt with before they become major issues. You've never had free speech on privately owned websites. This has been the case since the web first started. It is not something new. Your right to free speech only entitles you to start your own website and take on the legal liability for what happens on that website. These are simply things I don't want to be associated with. Things I see as harmful to our community. I believe I have a responsibility to do what I can to mitigate their negative effects. The other issue is that barebacking and being poz are being equated with inevitable significant disability and death. Our community worked hard to shed that image after ARVs brought an end to the AIDS crisis. It harms the poz community for that image to be perpetuated. For the most part I've hidden threads. In a few cases I've edited some of the text to make the post compliant. But when someone starts a thread with (paraphrasing) "Isn't isn't death and illness sexy? I wanna get sick and die." - there's just no way to fix a thread that starts like that.

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

Hello everyone, My posts are limited here, so I'll talk about 2 things in this post. First, thank you for everyone who voted! It looks like BugBoyEric won! Which is pretty cool cause that's what BB meant when I created my profile here. I though bareback was assumed on this site when I used BBEric, so it's cool to be more open about it. Open legs, open hole and open mind 🙂 Next I had this really great hook up last night from a Poz detectable couple in Ft Lauderdale! I just signed up for BBRT and I'm loving it! I don't even use Squirt or Scruff anymore. The best part of the hook up was the connection and excitement. We literally talked for about 2 hours before we got down to business 🙂 They were completely cool and validating! They've helped subs convert before, so they've been there before! They were confident, passionate, and totally open about pervy sex in general. They even let me stay over and the next morning we had breakfast and more sex! Morning sex is the best!!!!!! One even joked when he was making breakfast and asked me if I wanted HIV with my pancakes. Now I think if I smell pancakes cooking I'll get hard lol. It was the most emotionally sexually charged (yes, I picked that word on purpose) night of my life and my hole has never been so sore. When I got home I literally crashed for 8 hours! Anyway, those are just my unorganized thoughts, I'm sure I forgot something, but just wanted to get this up! Licks for everyone! 👅 Bug Boy Eric P.S. eating ass while getting fucked is heavenly and having your ass eaten by razor stubled Daddies is even better. My hole is razor burned and I couldn't upload a pic in the message I put it as a feature pic.

@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.

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.

I only touch my cock when I am told to do so by the top. Sometimes they want you to get off, so you can really feel the fuck. Sometimes they just get turned on by watching you stroke. Other than that, I have no real desire to play with my cock while I am being fucked. Feeling what I feel from my hole is all I need.

I met this hot 6ft tall black guy on Grindr today, he sent me pics of his thick 9” cock and I knew I had to have it. I cleaned up and headed over to his place. We got undressed and I started blowing him on the bed feeling his thick meat grow in my mouth till I started gagging from the length. He then put me on my back, lubed up and slid inside me. It felt amazing, he then fucked me in every position imaginable for the next 2 hours. He said he took a long time to cum but I wasn’t complaining. We finally finished with me bent over the bed and him pounding away at my hole till he shot a huge load balls deep inside me. I might just have to make this a weekly thing.

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

Not a personal attack on you, but I think your comment served as the best jumping off point for me. Not transphobic here, just wondering why black people are being brought up. Why can’t trans people argue (for lack of a better word) on the merit of their experience? Using the unique experience and mistreatment of black people, particularly in the gay community, to argue for the fair treatment or parlay benefits for others is and old, tired trick. There is no comparison between the black experience and any other ethnic or minority group. In the gay hierarchy, a white trans is still desired over a black male. So it’s okay to say “no blacks,” but I can’t say I’m not into trans? As much as I hate it, I have accepted the racism in the gay community. So people should respect the sexual “preference” choices of others. Me personally, I would just go for what I’m into at the campground. Oh, and don’t be fooled, gay blacks are not getting some kind of “benefit” trans folks aren’t. At many of these places, gay blacks are not welcome or included via common (unwritten) law. Damn what’s written on paper, the code and culture of these places make blacks unwelcome. However, it just wouldn’t be prudent for them to codify this in policy, but the practices are just the same.

Thank you. Yes, ever since this morning there is an issue with me getting email notifications. I am not getting notified anymore. I checked my settings and it is as it was as I had it. Very interesting timing!!

Of course there is a place for cis gay males who want to spend time in a place exclusively for them. It's called "their own house". Let's swap out your post's wording with ones based in race instead and see what we get. "While I've never discussed this specifically with the owners, it's more than merely being disappointed. In a highly sexualized environment, there are more than a few white males who would be very uncomfortable with a black man being present. That in and of its self doesn't make someone racist. Otherwise white people who are totally supportive of racial equality but don't want to be around blacks while they're having sex with each are racist. Is it really so wrong for there to be a place for white men who want to spend some time in a place that is exclusively for them especially when nearby there are other options available? One can carry "wokeness" to silly extremes." See how that sounds?

@rawtop as Biggie once said, "If you don't know, now you know n166@". Thank you for informing us of the rules. I'm not questioning your decision but it's woefully inconsistent and therefore doesn't make sense. I believe it will become a landmine of editing/rewriting which will diminish contributions. It will likely result in well if this than what about that. "Harm": not wearing a face mask, seatbelt, not meds compliant for (insert illness here). not getting the Covid shot, speeding with others in car and so on. I felt it was a fantasy site. everyone someone said "wish that was me", I didn't believe them and you didn't either. White Supremacy is rising at an alarming rate. Race play is your next area of concern I chased. I chased when I knew I was going to sit down with my wife and tell her I was gay. Did I know I was chasing? Not at all. Life is lived going forward and understood in reverse. I think you need to reconsider with the endgame in sight. Who are your competitors? What are they doing better? What are you doing better? If you just reduce and don't add you will have something that used to be good. May I suggest a small group to act as advisors to you? Good luck. I'll still fantasize about you breeding my fat ass as my grandfather called it, in his beauty parlor in the Bronx. Trying to humiliate me in front of his customers.

This 100%! i feel the same. like a seed trash can for all those bare cocks that need to empty their balls

17 in one 8 hour night for me. Rented a hotel room in DC and just waited ass up, posted on BBRTS, Grindr, sniffs, squirt, etc and just took all the cock I could get. Was picky too at the time so def turned down some older ugly guys. felt like such a cumdump after

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

This site use to be a place where I felt free to express myself in any way I could. Now it just seems like its controlled and monitored to the point where its not fun anymore. You might as well sell the site to Zuckerberg so he can add it on as a facebook extenesion or facebook app. But hey, I bet the site is safe enough for apple to allow it as a iOS app now. Just saying

Part 5 He had what he wanted. I had said the words. No, I had felt them. My body was in control now, and it was ignoring my nervous thoughts to escape and go home. Instead my body offered itself to him” is what he wanted from me. He ran his hands across my shoulders, then under my arms and down my sides to my waist, tracing my torso’s V-shape. I felt a hard pressure against my anxious hole and knew he was trying to penetrate my ass. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. My ass immediately surrendered to his thick cock. He pushed up inside me with a steady pressure, my hole already trained tonight to take cock. I winced as the mushroom head stretched my hole even wider than the first guy had. I yelped, but my breath caught in my throat and I silently groaned in painful pleasure. The sharp pain shoôk my body and the was gone. My head was pressed against the carpeted wall, flying high with popper rush. I felt so full as he pressed himself forward, burying the full shaft inside me. “That’s a good boy. Take all of daddy’s cock. Good little pig. You love raw cock, don’t you?” “I do,” I half breathed and half said. He rewarded my answer with a full thrust of his cock. I moaned loudly, unable to contain the pleasure. “Fuck boy, I feel that other load in there. Fuck your pig hole with another man’s toxic load.” He began fucking me harder, his is pelvis slamming against my ass over and over. I could only moan as he used my ass to satisfy his desire. My hole was stretched now, his cock moving easily in and out of my ass. He pulled all the way out, and I breathed a short sigh of relief. I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes pleading, and he grinned. “Pig boy doesn’t like being empty.” He pushed his cock back in, a slow and deliberate penetration so I could feel the head creeping deeper inside me, and feel my tunnel expand to accommodate his girth. It was an amazing sensation, and I made an odd animalistic sound of pleasure and surprise. “Now that was a squeal, boy.” He pulled back on my hips while pushing his cock deep inside me. “Back up, feet on the floor. That’s it. Spread those legs a little wider. Just like that. Keep your hands on the bench. Fuck yeah.” I was standing, bent over the bench. The floor was cool relief on the bottoms of my feet. He pressed the bottle of poppers under my nose. “Popper up again.” I did as I was told. As the poppers rushed through me again, he began rocking my body back and forth on his thick shaft. He wasn’t pulling out, but making me experience the girth contours of his dick. It was t a straight shaft, but got wider near the middle, tapering slightly at either end. I began working my ass back and forth on him, captivated by what I was feeling. I had no idea I could feel a cock inside me this way. “Fuck yeah, boy. Work daddy’s cock with that tight ass. Look at you! You need this.” I did. “Look at yourself.” He grabbed my head and turned it to the left. “See how fucking hot you look impaled on daddy’s cock.” There was a mirror on the wall, beneath the mounted TV, that I had missed when he brought me into the room. I could see my entire body, naked, legs stretched back, ass up, and my abs flattened and my torso tilted upward into my shoulders with my arms locked. I could see the years of workouts and soccer games reflected in the muscle tone and curves of my body. Behind we was the powerhouse who was buried deep in my ass. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back onto his cock, and started to pound me. I was in ecstasy! I could see him pounding into my waiting ass, my body on display. I felt like a fucking porn model watching myself in the mirror. “Fucking hot pig boy,” I heard him say as he was going to town on my hole. I’d never felt this way. I’d never felt so out of control but amazing! My body looked awesome, and I’d never thought that before. I wanted to keep this feeling forever. “Fuck me!” did I just say that? “Fuck me, daddy!” I was panting, looking at us in the mirror. There was a need in my eyes, and lust in his. “You’re making my toxic juices boil, boy!” He suddenly pulled out, half stepping half falling back a step. He stood there, playing with his own nipples, and just gazing at my naked athletic body. “Lie on your back. The long way down the bench.” I rolled onto the bench, one leg angled, and I consciously tried to make myself look sexy for him. The blood was rushing through me, my heart pounding and my body feeling electrified. I vaguely noticed he opened the door, and I didn’t know why. He wasn’t leaving. He wouldn’t leave me. He gazed down at my body again, drinking it all in. He ran his hand up and down my body. “Fuck you are HOT!” He was staring at me with this lust in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t done with me. I knew I had no choice in the matter. He’d already broken any resistance. “You play sports in school?” “Soccer. And I like to swim, but I don’t compete.” The casual conversation seemed a bit odd, but also gave my ass a break. “It shows.” I liked the way he admired my body. No one had looked at me like this before. He was absently kicking off a shoe and pulling his pants off while he randomly explored my body. I moaned softly as his rough hands grazed my own smoother skin. “Legs up, pig boy. I wanna see your face while I breed you.”. I rolled my legs back and lifted my hips slightly. I’d never offered myself up like this before. He maneuvered himself between my legs, one knee resting on the bench, his other leg braced against the floor. Out came the bottle of poppers, “Load up, boy.” I pinched off a nostril and took a long hit of the burning fumes. My body responded with a rush of desire, my legs spreading slightly wider, and I gave a quiet moan of need. This time he hit the poppers as well, seeming to relish the feeling it brought. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned forward and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped, but didn’t have a moment to recover because he began fucking me hard right away. I was vaguely aware of other movement in the room. There were several people now standing in the doorway, and one had even crept into the room to watch. The alarm must have shown in my face. “You’re the star of tonight’s show, pig boy. Just keep your eyes on me and enjoy it.” He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wider, and he was lunging forward with deep strokes in and out of my ass. I groaned as he pounded me with the full weight of his body behind it. My legs framed his beefy muscled hairy torso, and I could see my feet hanging in the air with no where to go. “Fucking hot pig boy! Look at you!! So fucking hot! My toxic juices are coming, boy! You want that juice? You want that toxic juice flooding you?”He voice was getting loud. Probably too loud for this place. But he didn’t. Care. I knew what was happening, what was coming. “Please, give it to me,” I whispered. “Fuck yeah, pig boy! Fuck yeah you want daddy to breed that hot college hole!” He was railing my ass, the thrusts shaking my entire body. I no longer. Felt the subtly contours of his shaft, but the hard pounding energy of his body. I couldn’t speak. I just kept grunting and moaning, “Eh! Ah! Yeah! Ah! Yeah!” And then he growled deeply, his body weigh filling my hole,. He held it there, his body quivering. I felt his cock now, pulsating. I knew it was the moment he wanted — the entire reason he had tapped on that window between our booths. He was pumping his toxic load deep inside me. I felt the hot juices leak around my hole. As he pushed deeper inside me. He was panting as his body convulsed. His breath was hot against my face, and he opened his eyes and looked into mine.d There was a long, silent moment spent like that, with just the sounds of his heavy breathing. “Fuck, boy,” he breathed, “I didn’t expect this from you. Fucking sexy pig boy.” He leaned back, but didn’t pull his cock out. He rubbed my muscles chest, then ran his hands down my tight abs. He looked at me. “You got what you wanted,” he said. He looked toward the door;. “Show’s over, fuckers. Go jerk off in the booths.” The flock of guys that had crowded around the open door began to disperse. He looked back. At me and grinned. “You were amazing,” he said slapping my chest. He slowly withdrew his cock, then stood up. He gave me his hand and pulled me to a sitting up position. He started pulling on his pants. “I’ve never seen you before. Make sure I see you again.” I was sitting there in stunned silence. The primal energies were fading. What the fuck had just happened. I couldn’t even begin to put it together in my conscious brain. Again I was naked in a dingy booth, covered in sweat My ass felt very tender, and the rough carpet of the bench wasn’t feeling good against my skin. I thought about standing up, but couldn’t yet. Who had been watching? Did anyone see who I am? Did any of them know me? What if they told other people? Unexpectedly his face appeared in front of mine. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me into him. He gave me a long, penetrating kiss. I melted a little more. He pulled away and grinned. “Good boy. “ With that he left the room, the door still open. He was showing off his trophy. Anyone walking by would see exactly who he had fucked and put his load into. Why did that excite me? I sat there a couple minutes. Two different guys tried coming in, but I shook my head and told them to leave. I was still breathing heavy, and my body was spent. Sex in college had never left me like this, even the times it was good. My body ached from the positions I’d been in, my legs feeling like I’d run 100 miles. But when guys walked by the open door, I didn’t cover myself. I was fine being looked at, stretched out naked on the bench. I touched my hole – it burned and felt tender. It was done for the night. Finally I got up, found my clothes, and headed out. This time wasn’t a rush past the door; I was feeling kinda unsteady on my feet, like after a hard workout or soccer practice. I heard my flip flops slapping as I walked through the store; they sounded obnoxiously loud and seemed to draw everyone’s attention. I stepped outside. He was there, leaning against a big black SUV parked right in front of the store. He motioned me over. “Use this,” he said, handing me a piece of paper. Then he kissed me again, got into his SUV, and drove off. I looked down at the paper. He had written GRANT with a phone number beneath it.

Dark rooms have been something I worked up to. There are t any near me, and many places I do go don’t have a real darkroom. But I’ve found one on occasion. I used to try to figure out who was in there, read his silhouette in the fleeting bits of dim light, and feel the size of his cock and check for anything that felt unusual. It was a lot of effort and killed my sex buzz. Reading through the various stories and experiences guys share on BZ about darkrooms helped me relax into the scene and picture myself enjoying anon cock in a darkroom. My last business trip before COVID took me to SF where I found a darkroom. I prelubed, had a small bottle of additional silicon lube, and my poppers. At first there were just bottoms hanging out, but eventually the tops found us. I loved the feeling of hands exploring in the dark, finding my a hungry hole just waiting there, and their cock lining itself up to enter. The anticipation was magical. I let myself be taken in the dark, never knowing who was in me. It was amazing! I did notice the fucks are more intense, and there is no concern for the bottom’s experience since he cannot see you either — you are just a warm, wet oasis in the darkness. I was in there a few times that night, and cannot wait for my next experience.

[think before following links] https://www.dropbox.com/s/6a3464no17o6s02/20210206_141322.heic?dl=0

Now you got me wanting to be the next load deposited in your ass. ♥️

5 months ago, on the beach. I was fucked by a completely unknown man, a very big dick. The beach was unofficially nudist, but many walkers know how to get there. He fucked me standing up. I leaned forward and spread my legs, and he stood behind me and fucked me. The scene was watched by about 20 nudists on the beach, and many more walkers passed along the path behind the beach, among whom were men and women. He cummed in my ass screaming like a beast. Swimmers on the beach greeted us with applause

I wanna fuck some neg holes, with my toxic seed. HMU

Chapter Fourteen That weekend was wild. Saturday night Logan's friends left and the brothers railed me all night. I took both of their cocks for the first time and it was like coming home. I also watched Jack pound the fuck out of his little brother and knew that boy was going to be a hungry bottom in the future. The night ended with Logan riding my cock until he came hands free, his forehead covered in sweat and cum as he shot his load onto his face. Sunday Jack and I decided to just have some alone time, just the two of us. We spend most of the time fucking each other but as the day wore on the two of us laid in bed and just enjoyed being together. “So, how you feeling?” he asked me. “Right now or in general?” He chuckled “Both.” “Right now, I feel content and well fucked. In general...well I thought I would be more weirded out by having sex with guys, but honestly because you're with me, it isn't that weird, it feels right.” “I'm glad, I expected you to fight it more.” “Fight what?” “That you're a sub.” I looked at him confused. “Submissive, you like being told what to do.” “I do not,” I answered, and even knew as I said it I was lying. “Dude, you've been following what I said since junior high. You do whatever anyone says, always. It's no big deal, you just like being used.” The idea that I somehow wanted to be ordered around rubbed me the wrong way, even though I knew it was true. Jack had always been the one in charge, and I never had a problem with it at all. And he was right, I had always been a follower, just going with the flow. I never wanted to be in charge or control... “See?” he said watching me think it through, “It's not a bad thing Ev, it's just who you are.” “So I'm a bitch?”I asked, upset about the revelation. He moved on top of me, “You're my bitch, and you're whosoever bitch I say you are, but that is behind closed doors and in sex.” I wanted to be upset, but it was hard with him sitting on my cock, looking down at me possessively. “Look Ev, I'm not going to lie, I get off on watching you get fucked. It excites the shit out of me to watch you get railed by people. It makes me want to fuck you even more and I know you like it too.” I opened my mouth but he put his hand down on my throat and pressed. “I didn't say speak.” I closed my mouth before he started applying pressure. And just like that I started to get hard. “See? You're already turned on. This isn't something that's wrong with you and it doesn't make you lesser than anyone.” He ground his ass down against my hardness, “It's just what you're turned on by.” H leaned down and licked my lips, I extended my tongue to kiss him back but he pulled up, “You're mine, and that's just a fact. And you'll do anything I tell you to, period. And because you give me that trust, I will never make you do something you truly don't want to do. But you need to figure out now, there are things you want to do but you're afraid of it. Choices you will never make because of fear or ego or whatever, I will be making those choices for you and in the moment you may protest and not want to...but once your ass is blown out and you have a load dripping out your wrecked hole...you'll be begging for more. You get it?” I nodded, my mind already fogging up with lust. “So when I make a choice, I want you to fight the urge to argue with me about it. I want you to try to understand, I'm not just making you do things because I want you to,” he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I'm also doing it because you have a hungry jock cunt and want to be abused...don't you?” I looked up at him and nodded. “Say it.” “I want to be used,” I wanted sex so badly... He pressed down on my throat, “Say it properly...” I felt my air cut off and my cock throb. “I want to be used sir...” I croaked as I saw spots in front of my eyes. He let go and kissed me, “Good puppy...” I kissed him back and then begged him to mount me right then and there. The conversation was forgotten for now...but it came back up later that week. That Monday Issac started talking shit before practice. “So what gives Ev? Too good for my party?” I looked up confused, “There was a party?” Issac looked at Jack angrily, “You said he'd be there.” Now Issac was a big boy, one of those powerhouse hitters that had the upper body of a fucking mack truck. He was wearing nothing but compression pants so he cut an imposing figure as he glared at us. “Dude that was my fault,” Jack said pleasantly, “It completely slipped my mind, look, it wasn't a slight. How about I throw one for this week's game...I'll even bring the entertainment.” Issac glanced at me and then back to Jack, “For real this time? Because you said you were bringing it last weekend.” “Scout's honor,” Jack said holding up two fingers. Issac relaxed some and nodded, “You better dude...” and walked away. As soon as we were alone I looked at Jack, “Dude, what entertainment were you supposed to bring?” He smiled, “Party favors, don't worry, I'll ask my parents for the house, they'll understand.” “He looked pissed...”I said unconvinced. “He won't be this weekend,” Jack said starting to change out, “Trust me.” I did trust Jack so changed out myself and let the thought slip out of my mind. After practice I showered and was about to walk out when Cody grabbed my arm and yanked me back, “Come here man...” I looked around in panic as he drug me around the center partition and pushed me to my knees, “Been thinking about you all weekend...” His cock pushed against my lips and before I could protest I was sucking him off. The thrill that anyone could walk in and see me blowing my teammate made this all the more exciting and I found myself really going to town on his cock. “Yeah lick that dick...” he said softly as he kept a look out for people, “Get my balls...” I licked under his balls eagerly, realizing this was what Jack had been talking about. This guy was just using me to get off, I wasn't a person I was a just a thing to use and that fucking turned me on like wildfire. “Grab that soap...lather your ass up so I can fuck you.” He snapped at me. Like the fucking sex toy I was I grabbed the bottle and shoved two soapy fingers up my ass for lubrication. I moaned around his cock as I realized how fucking sick this was, here I was a foot taller than this guy, in better shape and easily four inches of cock on him and I was fingering my own jock pussy waiting to get fucked by him. My own cock was weeping precum from just the though. He pulled me up and shoved me against the wall, “Spread that ass...” My cheek rested against the tile as both my hands grabbed my muscular ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his thick head press against my hole and felt myself relax automatically as I took his cock into me. “Fuck you have a tight cunt...” he growled as he pushed into me with one motion. His pubes were against my ass and I felt my ass try to adjust to the intruder as he pulled out and slammed into me again. He had no intention of giving me pleasure, he didn't care how it felt, all I was to him was a hole for his dick and my job was to get him off. He tore into my ass, his hands on my shoulders pulling me back onto him as he pushed forward. His cock felt good but it was more that he was just using me that turned me on. “Fucking faggot cunt...” he chanted as he fucked me, “You want me babies up in you? You gonna take my load?” “Fuck me Cody...breed me...”I whimpered as I felt him fuck me harder. “What if someone walked in right now?” he asked, “I'd bet you'd suck their cock like the fucking faggot you are wouldn't you?” I nodded as I stroked my cock. “Yeah you'd like that...what if fucking Mr. Franks came in...you'd suck him off?” Mr. Franks was the 60 something janitor that wanted the halls of the school every night. He had thinning white hair and looked like he was just a walk skeleton with clothes most days. He always leered at people as we walked by and was universally accepted as a creep. And the thought of Cody making me suck him off made my cock pulse. “Oh yeah you would!” he said feeling my ass clench around him, “You're a fucking dirty freak aren't you? Say it...” “I;m a dirty freak...” I chanted as I felt myself get close, “Use me Cody...use my pussy...” He reached around and grabbed my throat as he fucked me, “Open your mouth.” I turned my head to look at him and opened my mouth as he spit into it. My cock pulsed again and I knew I was going to shoot. “Fucking faggot...” he snarled as he pushed my head against the tile and began to pile my ass again and again. I felt him get close as my own cock tensed up with my orgasm. “Take my load...” he roared as he shot into me. My own cock exploded against the wall as I felt his cock fire off shot after shot of cum up into me. He kept punching into my ass, “Get my cum up into you cunt...fucking take that load...” “Fuckmefuckmefuckme....” I babbled as I felt the last of my orgasm hit. He pulled out and let me slip to the floor, “Good cunt.” he aid before spitting on me one last time and walked out. I laid there, never feeling so fulfilled as I did right then. Fuck, Jack was right about everything.

Bound and Caged Collegeboy and I stood in front of the 3 flat on Thursday night, ready for the second round. "How's his ass?" Tim asked. "Pretty good. He may be straight but he's used to getting fucked. He might actually enjoy it. Are you going to fuck him tonight or just be a rebellious bottom?" I asked back. He laughed quietly and just smiled. I pressed the button for Unit A and the gate buzzed again, letting us in. Carlos met us at the door wearing only his boots and a bulldog harness. Once again, we stripped at the door and followed Carlos down the stairs. This time, Juan was already down there waiting. His hands were bound with a rope that held them above his head to the ceiling joist eyelets. A ball gag was strapped to his head, stretching his mouth open and filling the opening. I gazed down his body and found a clamp on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Several inches lower, I saw that his pubes were now shaved off and a metal cage confined his cock. Glancing the rest of the way down, I saw Juan standing on his toes, the rope above him taught and leaving him a couple inches too high above the floor to be standing flat on his feet. Tim took his place on the bed with only a slight nudge from Carlos. Walking circles around Juan, I tugged on the chain a few times and roughly fingered his hole with each pass I made. I noted some of the tattoos on his body including one between his shoulder blades that said "Owned by Carlos" with a barcode under it. I wondered if Carlos was going to add another mark showing Juan's new status. "You don't need to tattoo my name on him when he's poz" I said to Carlos. "Yeah, you'll have marked him on the inside" he replied with an evil laugh. "The cage? You're not letting him cum anymore while he's still shooting blanks?" I asked. "No, but he gets a reward after he's fully charged. I got a couple girls for him to fuck and pass his gift on to. All their clients might pick it up too" Carlos said before laughing loudly. I stopped in front of Juan and leaned in close before I whispered into Juan's ear "Today you're going to beg for my charged load, right?" He shook his head from side to side, trying to scream 'NO!' around the gag. I yanked down hard on the chain, making the butterfly clamps dig into his tortured nips. "Wrong answer, Juan" I said. Releasing the chain, I laughed and said "when you think I'm close you need to yell out 'Poz me!' Understand?" His eyes still had the look of fear and panic, but he slowly nodded up and down this time. As I moved behind him I caressed his back, feeling the welts and scars until I reached his ass. "We know what happens when you disobey orders, right?" I said loud enough for Carlos to hear before slapping his right ass cheek hard. Juan replied with a muffled "Yes, SIR!" and nodded again. Looking over Juan's shoulder I saw Carlos pulling a few items out of the bins on the wall. Once again, I worried about Tim getting abused but I remembered how hard his cock was last week when he was disciplined. My chest was resting on Juan's back and I could feel him tense up. He begin to tremble when my arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him tighter. My cock was rigid and pressed between his butt cheeks. "Feel my bug deep inside you?" I whispered into his ear. Juan rocked his head side to side. "It will be soon if it isn't already. It only takes one fuck with some and a few more with others. Ask Tim how it crept up on him. Only a few fucks and then the bug ravaged his body" I said a little louder. "That was a fuckin' bitch and I didn't even know what it was. I just thought it was the flu" Carlos said from across the room with Tim nodding along. I slowly slid my cock along Juan's ass crack, the precum now starting to flow and coat the crevice. He trembled a little more next to me and I kind of wished I could see his eyes. I could see Carlos walking back toward Tim with a few things that he laid out on the bed. Grabbing a bit, he put it into Tim's mouth before buckling the leather straps behind his head. Carlos wrapped some of Tim's hair in his fist and pulled him up so he was kneeling on the bed. "After last time, I don't trust you. At the first sign of you not being an obedient bottom fag, I'm pulling out and then the real fun begins. If you saw Juan's back, you know I have no problems whipping you until you beg for mercy and then going on a while longer" Carlos told Tim. I watched and listened closely to what Carlos did while I humped Juan's butt. He reached over and picked up a leather strap with his other hand and gave a hard "THWACK!" on Tim's ass. Tim grunted as soon as the leather hit him. I'm sure there was a large red mark on his pale skin but I couldn't see it since Carlos was obscuring Tim's right side. Carlos's cock seemed to get even stiffer and thicker as he hit Collegeboy. Tim's cock was also pointing straight out and hard as a rock. Adjusting the angle of my cock, I pushed up from the bottom of Juan's bubble butt until it found the pucker. The moment Carlos gave Tim a second hit, I speared into Juan's hole and impaled him with my cock. Tim and Juan both let out muffled screams. Juan was writhing from his ropes while Tim was frozen stiff. Carlos pressed his rigid cock to Tim's ass and slowly drove in. Once he was fully planted, he set the strap back on to the bed and let go of Collegeboy's hair. Tim stayed upright and Carlos withdrew his cock until just the head was inside. "That's a good boy" Carlos said before rocking his hips and plowing back into Tim's greedy ass. My cock was now drilling Juan's hole and while the position was awkward, I made the most of it. The only thing making Juan's hole slick was a little bit of spit and my precum. I loved the friction between his chute and my cock, knowing how much easier I was making it for my bug to invade his body. Each thrust left behind dozens of tiny tears in his colon, inviting the virus to go invade his body. I could hear his whimpers and without the gag they would have been much louder. While I fucked, I looked up and followed the rope to see where it was tied off. I wasn't sure that Carlos would be happy if I lowered his boy down, but I really wanted to change positions to be able to fuck Juan harder. Moving my arm from around his chest to around his neck, I was able to jab my cock in to the base and making Juan grunt around the gag. I began to hammer his hole hard while I watched Carlos do the same to Tim. I knew my move needed to be quick so I slammed in hard and yanked my cock back out. A couple dark drips ran down Juan's legs while I moved over to the wall and untied the rope. To get it untied, I had to pull Juan completely off the ground which caused a few more pained groans from his tired arms. Once he was lowered back to the ground, I pulled the rope free from the eyelets. I could feel Carlos' cold gaze on me while I moved behind the bed, pulling Juan closer to the edge of the bed and tying the rope to the opposite bedpost. Back behind Juan, I bent him the rest of the way over a shoved my cock back inside his still gaping hole. My hand wrapped around the back of Juan's neck and I pressed it hard into the mattress. Juan grunted loudly around the gag as I slammed in a second time. My cock stabbed into him over and over, just like the knives did when he was in jail. I jabbed left then right, up then down making sure that my cock dug into every part of Juan's cock sleeve. Briefly, I looked over and Carlos had turned his attention back to Tim. I wondered what was going through Tim's mind - would he be a good bottom or a greedy power bottom trying to wrest control from Carlos. Juan's ass got looser until I slapped his butt and he would clench back down on my cock. I did several cycles of that until I heard him talking around his gag. "Breed me, sir" was what it sounded like and got louder after a few more thrusts. When the words got loud enough for all of us to hear I said firmly "Wrong words, Juan. Try again." I heard him whine and I then increased the intensity of my strokes. It took a couple more minutes and he finally spoke the words that I wanted to hear - "Poz me, sir" Juan begged behind the ball gag. I gave a hard shove, plowing deep inside his cunt. He said it again, this time with more urgency to his voice. I pulled back and held my cock just inside his chute for about ten seconds. He said it again and I began to grin. I slammed in deep again, feeling his body shake underneath me. I was close and he knew it, but I think he also had resigned himself to the fate Carlos had chosen for him. I hammered in with a half dozen quick strokes before holding myself right at the entrance. "POZ. ME. SIR!!" Juan yelled out. Each word was distinct and barely muffled. "You got it boy" I growled out and shoved in until I was fully planted. Hard spurts of my viral seed shot out, filling his battered tunnel with my load. I felt him squeeze and release his outer ring, milking every drop of cum I had. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tight as the last few pulses pumped more of my bug into him. My breaths were labored and as I lay across Juan's back I saw Carlos giving in to his own orgasmic bliss as he pumped his bug-free load into Tim. Judging by the expression on Carlos' face, Tim had chosen the less dramatic road today and left his greedy bottom persona at home. My cock was still planted inside Juan, holding all of my infected seed inside him and letting it work it's magic. I looked over at Carlos and asked "What's your plan for him? How far are you going to let it go?" I gave a hard thrust and got another grunt out of Juan. "All the way. I know he pulled the trigger on at least four guys, so he's going to live a lot longer than they got. Besides, I'll be bored with him in a couple years so it will make it easy to end it that way" Carlos said coldly. A few seconds later he asked "Have any of the guys you pozzed, died yet? Ya know, from the bug?" "Not that I know of, but it was only about six years ago that I got pozzed and I don't keep in contact with most of the guys I fuck" I replied. "Except your boyfriend here" Carlos sneered as he pulled his cock out of Collegeboy.

I almost never get thanked for being the Cumdump but two weeks ago I was because he hadn’t dropped a load in months. I said, “you’re welcome and I really love providing that service for men like you as it is what I was born to do.”

i actually sat there and watched movie for a few minutes. my cock still out of my pants. I looked over at Dad and he was slowly stroking his own cock. Then without saying anything he pulled his pants down all the way to his ankles and sat back down and continued to stroke.. I just watched and had my eyes fixed on his cock, his balls. I didn't even ask him as I leaned over to put his hard cock in my mouth. Dad released his hand and sat back and let out a soft moan. I had never sucked a cock but it felt so right, maybe even better than having my own dick sucked. And to top of it off, it was my dad's cock.. the one i had peeked on when I was younger, and had shot my load peeking at just seeing him naked thru the keyhole of the bathroom, getting out of the shower and standing in front of the sink. But now, it was hard, and it was in my mouth and I was loving every second. As I was sucking him, i noticed a man come sit next to my dad and he too had his cock out. But I didn't focus on him. I think I was afraid he would try and take the cock away from me so I just continued to suck as if my life depended on it. I touched dads balls with one hand as I deep throated his cock. Dad hadn't said a word,but maybe to give me one last chance to pull my mouth off of it, he told me he was gonna cum soon. My instincts were to just continue sucking.. I wanted his load in my throat. I wanted to taste him. I wanted my first load and I didn't want to miss a drop.. When he once again said, "I'm cumming" I just made sure I was collecting every drop in my mouth and gobbled it up and swallowed it. There was probably never a time in my life that I would feel so content, so perfect.. so happy. Then the man sitting next to Dad talked and said, " I hope I'm next" - I looked up and i realized the man was Jesse, the black neighbor who lived across the street from us.