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I am Paul 47 years old, 5'6 and 140 pounds, average in most every way and if you walked by me on the street you wouldn't know I am a pig at heart. I am married to Ken 66, 6'2 175 beautiful hairy chest, nice fat 6 inch cock. We have been together for 16 years, married for 6. A few years ago Ken's sex drive started to slow and to compensate we began adding additional people into our bedroom. It was a great outlet to get new cock and I used it as often as I could get away with it, He always choose our partners and made sure they passed his safety requirements, although I did get him to look at a profile here and there and in more than one occasion I was able to bring in a different cock. We had regulars, some big cocks for me and some bottoms for him. Ken found that it made him just as hard and satisfied watching me with these men as when it was him pushing his fat cock into me. We discussed our "Sexual Bucket List" often, adding new hot ideas and removing the impossible. Ken always wanted to fuck me with another mans cum in me, it made him so hard thinking about sliding into my used ass and feeling that cum on his cock as he pushed it deeper into me. Unfortunately he never felt comfortable enough with our regulars to ask them not to use a condom and was not sure I was willing to go that far. My fantasies revolved around being restrained and used, used by a group, mostly being made to service a hot man or men with Ken watching, but all bareback. For the last few months we have been planning a trip away, no particular destination, just one that had a good amount of horny men. We decided on Phoenix due to location and a large gay population. We checked into our room, I told Ken I was hitting the shower after that drive. The water felt real good, washing away several hours on the road. but what felt even better was when Ken stepped into the shower with the lube in his hand. He rinsed off and lathered his cock and gave me a good pounding and load. We drove around exploring the city, trying to find the places listed on the gay listings and mentioned in BBRT. We found most of the places, then found a take out place and went back to the room. I noticed that Ken's phone message tone went off a couple times, I asked him who it was and he said it was junk mail. The next time it went off he went outside and returned a few minutes later. I of course asked him who that was and he said he was planning a night for me and don't ask questions. My cock twitched when he said that. After a nap for Ken and a through cleaning in the shower for me, I asked what he had planned. He said he had been chatting with a hot young local guy and he thinks I will enjoy myself. He told me he was leaving to pick up our guest and I should be naked and ready when he returned. I made sure I was well prepped and was sitting on the bed going through gay sites when the door opened and in walked Ken with a young black man. I thought Tyrell was stunning at first site, dark skin, quite tall, slim and muscular. I stood and walked over to greet them and was soon on my knees playing with the considerable bulge, then fishing out a nice fat cock out of his jeans. His very meaty cock was soon growing down my throat, he grabbed my head and pulled me off his cock, saying I was going to make him cum. I undressed them both and kissed Ken deep whispering "thank you" for the gift. He knew this was high on my bucket list. Ken stepped back and let Tyrell and I get comfortable on the bed. We started grinding our hard cocks together, his much more substantial cock pushing at mine, he adjusted himself and I moaned as his cock slid past my hole and up the crack of my ass. Tyrell put me on my back and put my legs on his shoulders. I had a perfect view of his hot muscular body, this young man had spent a lot of time in the gym. He started rubbing his big cock on my hole, I made sure Ken saw that I reached out for a magnum condom and started putting on that beautiful dark cock, I made sure to grab the tip and rolled it down his cock and there was more cock than condom, I smiled knowing I was in for a good time and pulled him to my hole, Tyrell added lube then pushed at my hole. I looked over at Ken and he was watching the process closely. Satisfied, he went back to his chair to watch the fuck going on in front of him. Tyrell sunk his fat cock into me in one long slow push. I had taken big cock often so my receptive hole just opened wide and accepted him into me. As usual Ken walked over and grabbed the cock in me, first because it turned him on, but also to make sure the condom was on so he could relax and enjoy, I wrapped my legs around this man and held on tight while he fucked me deep on each stroke. It was obvious he was going to take his time. I relaxed and let him use me totally, Ken got up to go to piss and Tyrell whispered in my ear, "I saw what you did to the condom" I looked at him wondering that he was talking about and then "the condom broke a couple minutes ago" I looked into his eyes and said "I know, I felt it break and your raw cock in me feels fucking great" he whispered "good because when the condom broke I filled your hole with the first load.". I grabbed him, kissed him and told him my hole was his for use until he was tired of it. He laughed and said "I am 28 years old, live with mom and 5 sisters, never gets privacy and his bed shares a paper thin wall with 3 sisters, he told me he as to be quiet and has taught himself to shoot silently over the years, he also shared that he has great control of his orgasms and can pretty much shoot cum at will, with that he plunged in deep and hard a couple times and looked at me and said he just added a little more lube to my ass. I grabbed him and held him as he fucked me hard, Ken came back to watch and we fucked like animals until he loudly built himself to a thundering orgasm, he was loud, grunting, animal look in his eyes as he shot another load for Ken's benefit. I hit the shower first, washing off the sex, but I was careful to keep what Tyrell had given me. When I walked out naked and wet, Ken told me he asked our guest to stay the night and he accepted. Ken said Tyrell was anxious to get back into my hole. Tyrell was next in the shower, when he walked out toweling himself off, he was showing off all the work in the gym for my benefit, pulsing muscles, making his pecs dance, showing off a hot dark skinned man and it made me hard as a rock knowing I had some of him inside me. Ken was next in the shower and in the time it took him on there, Tyrell had already shoved his beautiful cock back in me and said the slide in made him cum again, he laughed and said he added more lube. Ken came out to see us entangled in the small bed so he choose the other bed in the room and settled down for sleep. In the course of the night, Tyrell added 3 more silent loads. In the early morning we woke up Ken with Tyrell pounding me from behind, Ken pulled out his hard cock and stroked while we rutted for his benefit. When Tyrell pulled out it was obvious no condom was on his beautiful big cock. Ken was watching closely as he stroked, he grinned seeing no condom. After returning our guest to his house, Ken found me on the bed still lounging from the good fuck. He almost ripped his clothes off and lunged at me, kissing me to my cock then back up as he slid his fat 6 inches into the mess left by Tyrell. He groaned and fucked me hard until he added his DNA to the mix. He didn't bring it up only saying his bucket list item was now checked. We entertained 2 more hot men in that room that weekend, each time Ken could not wait to slide his fat dick into my sloppy hole. We also explored a naked trail, a hot bookstore and a bathhouse, those are stories for another day. On the drive home Ken brought up that he never asked status of the guys, he didn't want to know and I had no say. He had planned to get me fucked and had even sabotaged the condoms to make sure I had cum in me and figured what I didn't know wont hurt me, Now I knew what Tyrell meant when he said "I know what you did to the condoms". He said he had read my diary and knew I was wanting my inner pig out, so he decided this trip would expand our horizons, I stroked my hard cock as he told me life is too short, we need to be adventurous, we would be adding this to our sex life and he said a breeding party was being set up for me. He said he started reading the BBRT stories I had saved and it turned him on, changed him knowing I had this need to be a pig and as such he will not apologize for his actions, I am a pig. In my head I kept hearing, "he didn't ask status", I shot my load onto my stomach.

After I found BBRT and jacking off to many stories, I started wanting to find a man like many in the stories. I started off on the fringe, lurking around getting excited about that I was hearing and reading. My cock would get so hard, so much precum, I would play with it pretending that the precum was being used by a hot poz man, he was using my precum as lube. so many fantasies, so many secrets, so much want to be used as a pig. Over the course of the last couple weeks I came to the conclusion that I am a cum loving sick fuck that wants to be used by any and all and take what every man gives him. I met a guy the other day , we were at a gathering and it looked like he was as bored as I was, I kept telling myself he was not my type, if I have one. He was tall, lanky, with a smirk on his face all the time like he was up to something. We were pretty much stuck in the same place so to make the best of it I started going around the room chatting to everyone, when I finally got to him he looked me in the eye and said "what took you so long" his response took me off guard and I stammered and looked down at his and my feet. He continued talking saying he noticed how I looked at him when I was standing there, He said he knew the look and was ready if I was. Without any effort from my body and almost in a daze, I started following him up the stairs and into a bedroom, he started by undressing and dropping on the bed, He has a nice body, hair where it was suppose to be, slightly muscular and a nice fat dick, but something still made my warning lights go off in my head. Hs said "are you going to stand there all day or strip, if you don't get naked get out of my bedroom. looking directly into his eyes, my hands reached for each item of clothing and quickly stood before him nude for inspection. I kept thinking "what the fuck am I doing" but my brain took over and my inner pig took over, soon his hard cock was being slobbered on by me, looking up at him with that smug grin on his face. He pushed my head down on his cock and groaned when I reached the hairs at the base of his cock, he said "you took it all bitch good deal, now I know you can deepthroat my big cock, I am going to have some fun. I was on my back, head over the edge of the bed, this strange man shoving his cock in and out of my throat. I had to admit I loved it and a small moan let him know I was enjoying it. After swallowing his cock for a while I felt his fingers move to my ass. He pulled away and stroked his cock taking all the throat slime and applied it to my hole and pushed it inside, it felt good and again I moaned on his cock and pushed my ass back on his fingers. Soon he was 4 fingers deep stabbing them into my ass hard, My inner pig came out and I asked him to fuck me. He said he was waiting for me to ask and said to get his cock good and wet because he was out of lube and it would be all I had to go with. He shoved deep into my throat and pulled back again covered in spit, drool and throat slime then pulled me onto the floor and said ass up bitch. I followed direction and he moved behind me and slapped his cock on my ass and around my hole. I felt his weight shift then felt his big cock slide all the way into me in one slow push. After he bottomed out he said "you are in for the ride of your life" he slowly pulled out saying he liked how my hole was grabbing on and pulling him back inside me. He fucked slow and long, stroke after stroke he would bottom out and grind deep. He then put me on my back and slowly bottomed out, he looked at me and said "I hope you are in it for the long run because I am not pulling out, he then picked up the pace and started long fast strokes deep into my pig hole. He didn't last too long, and soon said "here is cums bitch, you are going to enjoy this for a long time" He flooded my hole grinding as deep as he could, then pulled out and started dressing. He said for me to dress and get the fuck out of his room, so I did, as he walked away he told me it was good fuck and I should keep that in as long as possible. A couple days ago I reached out to my friend to see if I could get some more information on this man. I was told his roommate is a redhead guy and does not fit that description. I told him what happened and he said "well that clears up one mystery about that night, my roommate found a mess on the floor of his room and evidence someone got fucked". I admitted it was me and apologized for leaving the mess. He told me that no one knew him, not even his name. Apparently he just walked into the party and when given the opportunity, dropped a big load in my ass and just left. I am now wondering if my chasing has paid off. I will let you know.

Zac was behind me pressing his cock at my hole, but I pulled away not wanting to lose any of Dan's spunk. "Let the boi rest, man." Den slapped his hand down on the seat beside him, "Sit up, boi. There's no rush. Zac, sort Dan out, will ya?" I slowly moved to sit next to Den, scooping up the cum that had leaked out of me. Den put his arm round my shoulders and pulled me to him. I reached over with my spunk covered hand and started stroking his shaft while Zac got Dan in the chair then sat on the floor. Den squeezed me a little closer, "OK,boi?" "Uh huh," I smiled, "Fuck..." We sat for a few minutes while Den rolled a joint, "Dan's done for the night now, but Zac's gonna give you another load before you get my piece up you. Understand? "Oh, yeah, wanna feel you in me." I had a few lugs on the joint and passed it to Zac, then reached over and took the pipe from the table. I took a long deep pull and put it down, holding my breath. When I couldn't hold any more I bent over and took Den's knob in my mouth and breathed out over him. He put a hand on my head and lightly pushed me down. I got about half way before the first gag came. My jaw was stretched open so far I thought my lips would tear. He took his hand away, I pulled up to hold just the knob in my mouth and worked over it with my tongue. Den was mumbling encouragement, "Mmmm, nice..." A little precum oozed and I flicked my tongue over the slit. I shifted up on to my knees for a better angle, so I was kneeling on the sofa beside him. His arm dropped from my shoulders and he felt up my twitching fuck hole. Zac got on the sofa behind me, spat on my hole and pushed himself into me with one stroke. Dan's spunk oozed as Zac fucked harder and faster. Den lifted me off his knob and put the pipe in my mouth, I chugged hard before he took it away and my head dropped to his balls. I licked and sucked on them as best I could. Zac was getting close - knew the signs. He spasmed and let out a long growl when he finally let off in me. He withdrew slowly, scooping up the leaking spunk and fingering it back into me. I clamped closed as hard as I could and turned to suck him clean. Turning back to Den, I straddled him with his knob just touching me. He locked my eyes with his. I relaxed and felt the spunk run from my cunt over his knob as I pushed down onto him. I winced at the pain when he popped into me, I stayed just there getting used to his knob. The pain only lasted a few seconds, but my cunt throbbed at stretching to take him. He took hold of my arm and this time I saw him put the syringe in my vein. I reached over and took hold of it, pressing the plunger myself. He pulled it away and let go, lifting my arm. It was stronger than the first. My cunt opened and slid down on him before the rush peaked... Den put an arm round me, pulled me close, slid over sideways and laid on the sofa with me still sitting fully impaled. All my muscles were twitching, especially my guts round his shaft, as he started bucking up into me. I leant back, reaching for support on the back of the sofa, and lifted to give him more space. He fucked longer and harder. I felt the pain as if it was someone else's and started matching his strokes until he was taking full length strokes into me. Sweat was running from me and suddenly Zac was on my armpit, rubbing his face and licking up the sweat. He pulled away, and a few seconds later came round to kiss me deeply with his face and tongue covered in my stink. As soon as our mouths closed on each other, he blew a lungfull of smoke which I eagerly sucked down. Den pushed Zac aside and pulled me down to kiss and suck the remaining smoke from my lungs. He was still bucking up and down, but with the crystal smoke and movement he popped out. I reached round, he slid me down to the floor before I could get back on him. I was on all fours, Zac scooted under me and licked at my soft cock and balls which were wet from all the spunk oozing from my hole. Den slid back in to me and fucked a long slow stroke. Zac went from my stiffening cock to Dan's shaft stretching me open, and back again. After a while, Dan started taking harder, faster strokes and Zac slid away. Dan built up to a new rhythm, and when he's settled into it Zac slid back under me. This time to kiss and exchange lungfulls of smoke. He'd got his legs straddling mine so when he lifted his legs my knob felt his hole. Den's next in stroke pushed me in to him. He held me tight with his arms and legs so I was lying on top of him. The taste of cum, cunt and sweat while we kissed was making me as high as the meth. Instinctively, I started fucking. Den slowed and let me fuck myself on him, gradually taking him further and further. I was fucking faster and harder and Den was pushing further down until he was all in me and me all in Zac. All I could do was rock back and forth. Dan leant down and I felt his full weight on my back. He was pumping slowly at my guts when I felt the needle ... the rush ... My head cleared to a deep, viscous fucking. I was screaming into Zac's mouth and realised I was still fucking him. Or Den was fucking him with my cock, more like. Den was cursing and shouting abuse at me "...fuck your queer white cunt...", "... black man meat..." You know the stuff. I started bucking back and forth, clamping round his shaft, ignoring the pain, reaching round to feel his shaft and balls. "Fucking black man in me... Yeah..." Zac pulled me down to whisper, "He's not gonna stop 'til he cums. Play with his balls." My balls ached from being drawn up so far and I was desperately trying not to cum - I'd have to stop if I did. I reached further and felt his balls which were now tight. Kissing Zac again, I tickled Den as his balls and shaft rubbed over my fingers. My arm was cramping when his rhythm faltered and he fell hard on my back. Short random thrusts, deep inside me, and he was literally flooding spunk into me. Even with him so deep, and my cunt clenching round him, it was oozing out and I spread it over my balls and cock. My cock exploded in Zac and I clamped so hard on Den I thought I might squeeze his cock off. We stayed locked together for several minutes before Zac shifted and I fell out of him. He hauled himself 'up' so my face rubbed over his chest and belly. When his cock came to my mouth, I sucked him clean and he started rising in my mouth. Den lifted himself and eased from my sloppy hole, slumping on the sofa. I turned and licked pressed my face to his cock and balls. As I started licking him clean, Zac slid into me, "I love a sloppy wet arse." I was twitching, sore/numb and could barely feel him except when his thighs slapped my butt. I rubbed Den's cock all over my face, covering myself in the spunk and cunt juice. My arse must've felt like fucking a sack, but soon Zac pumped another load into me before collapsing on the floor with me following behind. I woke sometime later with Zac spooning me from behind. It was light outside and Zac was sleeping with his cock in me.

less of the judgey judgey "lax sexual habits...disease vector" bullshit. We are all sexually generous beings having a god time. You have sex, you can get STIs. We are lucky we can get tested and get treated. Don't put people off getting tested by spreading the stereotypical "you have an infection - ergo - you must be dirty"

I've done it a bunch before but 2 weeks ago I did it and it all happened PERFECTLY and all I can think about is that lol. I don't wanna jerk off, just play with my hole constantly. Has this happened to anyone else? And sorry if its a stupid question 🙂

I was horny and hungover and feeling a bit burned out from partying the night before. In total I had about 2 hours of sleep between hanging with a few friends and then getting home and trying to pass out. Every time I tried to sleep, I would end up on my phone and refreshing my Grindr screen over and over again. After a few more attempts to sleep, I said fuck it, got up and smoked some weed while cruising for dick. I live in an urban area but with COVID-19 and a relatively small bubble, I have not been hooking up much... or at all. The sexual frustration was getting to me. I am a late 20s guy, pretty sexually adventurous, but also really shy and often afraid to make the first move. I am 5'11, 180 lbs, 6in uc dick, and handsome, or so I am told. My online profiles are pretty tame. I usually use two different accounts and this early morning I was logged into my slut account. Barely any information, just a picture of me in my underwear showing off a thick ass, and the title, "Looking now" with a downwards arrow. I tend to get a bit of chatter from guys but rarely do I get and solid action and I often chicken out before anything can happen. I am a bit goofy but have a dark side, especially when I party. I have lots of desires and fetishes, but rarely do I act on any of them for fear of being hurt or in catching something. Also, I am always worried that my sexual adventures could follow me publicly. Today I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, I just knew my thresholds and inhibitions seem to feel much lower than usual. Shortly into my Grindr refresh and toke journey I got a message from a blank profile about 5 miles away, asking me what's up, followed by a dick pic, and, "looking to play? hosting here." The dick was wet and hard, uncut, and looked like it was attached to a fairly average body and a huge set of balls. My stoner mind, hard dick, and hangover combined, making my mouth water and my ass feel tight just at the sight of the dick. I took a hit of poppers and started crafting my reply. Me: "Hey, hot dick. Horny here. Hungover, not sure what I am looking for. Had a pretty late night" Him: "Nice. Your ass looks nice, you like to get fucked? Hosting and alone here. You should come over." I dont know what compelled me to write what I wrote next, but I did. Me: "You ever like it anon?" I often watch a lot of amateur anonymous bareback porn, with the scenes where a younger guy is blindfolded and used by a few men always making me cum. Him: "Fuck yeh. You want it anon? We can do it anon. I have my own place and I can blindfold you. We never have to even see each other's faces." My dick started to throb. I closed Grindr for a minute, feeling overwhelmed and thinking this conversation was going to get me into trouble. I switched back to some porn, took another hit of weed and a hit of poppers. As soon as the poppers and weed starting hitting I switched back to Grindr and saw a few more messages from the same guy. "Come on over, I can fuck you, you can leave. It will be fun. Trust me"... "Hey? You interested?"... "Fuck dude, where did you go? So horny here"... "you like to party?"... "fine, you are just another cock tease. fuck it." I had only ghosted for a few minutes but clearly he was frustrated. I zeroed in on the party comment and decided to say fuck it, I am going for it. Me: "Yeh. I like to party. Ill come over. But I want it anon, you do what you want to me. I def like to party, Stoned here but open to all kinds. Do what you want." He replied with his address and asked, "how long?" I ordered an Uber. Me: "10 minutes away, should arrive in 20. What are my instructions?" ----- In the 10 minutes before the uber arrived I did a quick clean out. My head was a bit light, but I could feel the stone starting to wear off so I took a shot of tequila. It was pretty early in the morning, but I knew I was going to lose my nerve. When the Uber arrived, I locked the door to my place, left a note for my roomie, and headed out. In the car I read his instructions over and over again. Him: "When you arrive, come in the side door off of the garage and strip down completely. I will have a bandana and a jock strap for you to put on. Leave your clothes in the garage. Once you are ready, I will come and get you and lead you into the house. Then, you follow instructions. Is that clear?" I had responded and said yes, but between the time I confirmed and getting into the uber, my nerve was starting to dissolve. The shot of tequila hadnt done much, the weed was wearing off, and I couldnt sniff poppers in the back of the uber. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I sent him a message. I was having second thoughts. "Im on my way over. Im getting nervous. You do this often?" No response. The uber kept driving along. Thankfully the journey was a bit slower than I anticipated. I wrote some more. "You got condoms?" No response. His profile indicated he was online, but he was either ignoring me or he was preoccupied. "Man, I am really having second thoughts. How do I know you wont hurt me?" Still no response. I sat silently in the uber and refreshed my grindr page. His profile was getting closer and closer. As we neared his place, more hot profiles starting showing. I thought, at least I could ditch him and head somewhere else if needed. I was wrestling with myself and my head, feeling my cock strain against my tight undies in my blue jeans while my rational and logical brain were telling me to go home, find another way to scratch this itch. I was lost in my thought when I felt the driver slow the car down and stop. We pulled over on the side of the street and in the lot next to where we were was a nice average looking home in a decent neighbourhood. The lights were seemingly off and there was no car in the driveway. The driver asked, "are you getting out?" I mumbled something, looked out the window and just as I did, rain started pouring down. "Man, I got other rides I gotta get. You want to get out here or do you need to go somewhere else?" Was I ready for this? I wasn't so sure. I was incredibly horny, but I wasn't sure the guy was even there. He hadn't responded to any of the messages and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was a message from him. It read: Him: "get out of the car and come inside like instructed". I looked at the uber driver, said thanks, and walked out into the rain. I was instantly soaked. The entire time I kept one hand in my pocket, holding onto my poppers. The other hand held my phone, which was thankfully waterproof. The walk from the curb to the door on the garage was only a few moments, but my clothes were completely soaked through and the wet denim was rubbing against my cock as I walked. I stood outside the door for a few moments, looked at our grindr conversation, and said to myself, fuck it, you are here now might as well go through with it. I was overcome with anticipation and I couldn't turn back now. I opened the door and entered the dark garage. It was quiet except for the sound of the rain. My eyes took a few moments to adjust, but over to the left hand side next to a door going into the house I saw a stool with a bottle of water, some fabric, and a note. The note read, "Take off your clothes. Put on the blindfold and the jock strap and sit on the stool." I did as I was instructed. My pants were soaked so I wasnt sure where to put the phone or my blindfold, so I held the phone in my hand and tucked the poppers into the waist band of the jock strap. The jock was tight, pulling my skin and holding my cock and walls up tight against my body. My skin was cold and wet from the rain and my nerves were feeling pretty intense. I started to shiver. I heard the sound of a door, possibly the one next to me. I heard some breathing. My senses were overwhelmed without being able to see. The rain sounded like it was pounding furiously against the roof. I was about to ask if everything was alright when I felt a hand grap my wrist and pull me up abruptly. Then he spoke. "Give me your phone and your poppers. Ill give them back once we are inside". I wanted to speak or object, but my body gave in. His deep voice and commanding tone gave me no room to say otherwise. He started to lead me through the door. He didnt talk and he guided me roughly, but I felt I didnt have much choice. We went down a set of carpeted stairs shortly after going through the door. It smelled like we were in a basement, not bad, but distinct. I made a few surprised sounds as he guided me around, but we didnt talk. We stopped. I felt him come around in front of me. He seemed taller, bigger, and much more of a man than me. I couldn't see him, but in my eye I kept picturing his dick and the grindr messages. It was much warmer down here than the garage, but I was still shaking. He grabbed both my wrists and held them up in front of me. He started wrapping something around my wrists. I was scared and I wasn't sure what was happening. Was he tying me up? I opened my mouth to say something and just as I did he leaned in close and I could feel his breath on my face. He spoke, "Repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun.'" I was startled, and wasn't sure what I should do. He was tying my wrists very tightly. He said it again. "I said, repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun'." I started to whisper his words back to him. He laughed with a short gruff chuckle. "Fuck yeh." He stepped away. I wasnt sure where he was, I couldnt really tell where in a room I was. I was just standing there in my jock and now my hands were tied in front of me. I was able to move my elbows and extend a bit, but I wasn't sure what was going to come next. Suddenly I felt a rough push, shoving me forward. I couldnt catch myself and I fell forward quickly. I didnt fall far or hard, but I landed on something soft and about the size of my torso with my knees hitting the carpeted floor and my head and part of my chest falling a bit over the edge of something. It felt like he threw me over an ottoman. He spoke, "Hold these, use them as you'd like". He put a bottle in my hand, it felt like my poppers. My nerves were really getting the best of me. I wanted to ask what was happening. I felt him grab my ankles and start pulling them apart. I was prone, half tied up, and ass up over an ottoman. This was already more than I bargained for. Me: "Hey, I think this is getting out of hand and I..." I wasnt able to say anything else. He leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my mouth. Him: "Shhh. You are going to love this." Somehow with his free hand I could feel him wrapping something around my ankles while his other fingers were down my throat. He switched hands and continued probing my mouth with his other hand. The hand that was just in my mouth went to my ass. It felt like he was trying to explore my throat with this hand from the inside out. I started to gag and convulse a little bit, but he kept at it. His mouth tasted funny and at times it felt like there was something in his hand as if he was trying to force me to swallow something. As he did this started poking at my hole. I could feel the left over saliva on his fingers from when he first entered my mouth. He applied a little bit of pressure and slipped inside in with his finger going straight in. I groaned. It felt good but I also was starting to feel terrified. I also couldnt speak. He fingered my mouth and my whole for a few minutes longer while I groaned before pulling out suddenly. I started to speak. Me: "Hey, this is hot, but did you get my messages? You got condoms?" He laughed again in that short gruff sort of way, but didn't respond. I considered my options. I was now tied up at the feet, attached to something, not sure what, but my legs were pulled somewhat apart and my I was splayed out over this ottoman, my hands being tied too. I could operate the bottle of poppers, but otherwise, my wrists were joined and I wasn't overly mobile. "Look. You can fuck me, but.. I ..l ... " My brain started feeling really warm. I could feel myself grinding the ottoman slightly, my dick rubbing against the fabric of the jock and the furniture. It was feeling somewhat hard to speak. "...I... i... I really want to play safe." He chuckled again and spoke, "I can do whatever I want." I started to reply again but as I did, he interrupted. "There is something to drink in front of you. Ill be back". With that, I heard him walk away. ----- I couldnt see anything, all I could do was feel my other senses. When I first got in the room I couldn't hear anything, now, seemingly alone, I could hear the rain, occasional noises from the house, and I could hear porn playing softly. I was completely over my head here, but I was also getting more and more horny. The night before my friends and I had taken some MDMA, and I have partied a fair bit, so I could tell that I was now on something. My growing horniness was alongside my lack of ability to focus on anything but my dick. I could still operate the bottle of poppers and also reach the water bottle in front of me. I took some swigs of water and took a few hit of poppers and my mind exploded. The water tasted funny and everything was becoming more difficult while my ass and dick were radiating heat. I had nothing else I could do but sniff the poppers, drink the water, and grind. I heard the door open and I groaned. I must have been a beautiful site, ass up, tied up, and grinding into the ottoman. The faint sounds of porn that I could hear earlier suddenly got a lot louder and music was turned on. It was a deep thumbing electronic beat, with the sounds of someone getting fucked on top of it. I couldn't hear anything else. I felt a hand on my ass. Then, the hand glided around my body. He was coming around to face me in the front. His hand felt like electric fire tracing a line from my ass to my head. I could barely think about anything other than cock. I was clearly very high, on some sort of MDMA mix. My ass was tingling really intensely and I couldn't measure the passing of time. As the hand reached my hand I felt a dick poke at my face. I opened my mouth and let it in. It was a nice dick, likely around 7inches. It was leaking precum already and I couldnt get enough. I groaned heavily while I started sucking. The hand became a set of hands and both wrapped around the back of my head and he started pumping in and out of my mouth with the beat of the music and said, "Fuck yeah, take that dick". I was feeling really out of it, but I could tell instantly that this was a different voice. It was slightly higher, less rough, and sounded like it belonged to someone younger. I kept sucking. As I did I felt something on my ass. A cold drizzle of liquid was poured on my ass as this new person drilled in and out of my mouth. What the fuck was happening? How am I now high on god knows what in the basement of a strangers house with lube being poured down my ass crack while another strangers dick was in my mouth? I felt a hand on my ass, pulling and poking the lube into my hole with a finger. There was very little resistance. The drugs and poppers made me very loose. Behind my blindfold the darkness was replaced with a cascading and ever changing series of images influenced by the sounds of the porn, what i was experienced, and the music. I felt helpless and ravenous. The dick pulled out of my mouth. I heard the original voice, coming from behind me, "Ive got him ready to go. You have first go". The person in front of me moved away from me and behind. I started to feel nervous again and began to speak, but it was hard to get my words together. "I... i... use... safe." I heard both of them chuckle. I went to open my mouth again but didnt get any words out before I felt a dick enter my mouth. As it did, I heard the original man. Him: "We are safe. You are safe. Shh. Dont worry. Enjoy the experience." He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I felt the other guy spread my ass cheeks apart as he placed the head of his dick at my hole. I started to mumble while the dick was in my mouth something that might have sounded like "condom" but it was barely audible. He pushed in and entered me fully. I was now high as a kit, impaled by two cocks from two strangers, tied up in a basement. Both men were pumping me with the sound of the music, or at least it felt that way. I was in part feeling like I was in heaven, and in another way, I was feeling like I was on a one-way ride to hell. These men could do whatever they wanted to me, I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt want to do anything about it. I couldn't tell for sure, but given the sounds of the porn in the room, the use of drugs, and the commands I was being given, I was pretty sure there were no condoms being used here this morning. I didnt have the energy to ask or protest. Both men were fairly silent except for the occasional groan. I felt like we had only been fucking for a few minutes, but time didn't quite make sense. I could feel their rhythm, but the loud music and the inability to move with the blindfold only allowed me to really focus on the sensations of their dicks. The cock in my mouth would push in to my throat, then pull out so just the head was inside. I could taste pearls of precum on the tip of the uncut dick and I eagerly lapped it up. The dick in my ass would go all the way in and pause and pull out slowly, then pick up the pace. I was being ridden by two men at the same time in a drugged out fantasy of my making. I really started to lose touch with reality and my brain felt like it was going to spin. The man in front of me, who I assumed was the man I originally talked with, was also feeding me a steady supply of poppers. The man behind me was at a steady pace, but his noises started to increase. The porn that was playing was getting more intense. I could hear a bottom groaning and whimpering at what sounded like a room of men. The sounds of the men inside me and the sounds of the men I could hear from the porn started to become indistinguishable. In my mind, behind the blindfold, I started to picture myself as the bottom in whatever porn they were playing. I was a fucktoy and nothing else. The guy inside my ass groaned, and I felt him put all his wait in me as he put his head behind mine and let out a growl. The man in my mouth shoved his cock deep then pulled out slightly at the same time. Suddenly, spurt after spurt of cum hit my tongue while both men growled. I felt the guy in my ass shudder and push deeper and pull out slightly and hold his dick as it spasmed in my hole. I was being filled up from both ends. I felt my mouth around the dick and I was sucking on it tightly, feeling like I should never let it go. My ass was clenched tightly around the other mans cock. I wanted it all. Both mean eased out of both holes, despite the vice grip my mouth and ass had on them. They both backed away from me and then I couldnt tell what was happening. All I could hear was the porn and the music. All I could feel was empty, with dribbles of cum rolling down my chin and my ass feeling very wet. I felt a hand on my back and suddenly a voice by my ear and then, he spoke. It was the original guy. "Hear, take these. We need a break. We will back shortly. Enjoy yourself till then." He shoved his hand in my mouth, pulled my head back and made me swallow. I wasnt sure what it was. Another set of hands was behind me and I felt something push at my hole. It didnt feel like a dick, it must have been a but plug. My ass tingled and burned slightly, but it felt great to be full at least. After I finished swallowing I felt something being fastened around my head and then felt something rubber being placed in my mouth. A ball gag. Then, I was alone. The music was turned off as well. I could still hear the porn and between the sounds of someone getting railed on whatever video they were watching, I heard sounds of footsteps walking away followed by the sound of a door. I was alone. I heard a door open again, some distance away and the second guy, the one who surprised me yelled, "We might need a break fag, but there are others who are ready to go. We gave our address out to a few guys online with pics of your sweet hole. Get ready to be used." ----- More to come. Sorry if this was too long. Was trying to include details. I love stories like this so thought I would try writing one myself.

[think before following links] https://manporn.xxx/videos/3303821/breed-me-in-the-bathroom/ damn that's what I need!

I sucked my first cock when I was 17-18. I was straight and a friend wanted me to try it. I liked it and sucked his cock when he came over. I was straight but wanted to suck cock more. I didn’t want my friends to know that I was gay.

Men need to fuck, to breed, seed, pump their sperm into a sub. It’s a biological imperative. The absolute physical pleasure when my balls tighten and pump their thick white load into the man/ boy I’m fucking is what I live for. In my opinion pumping my seed into a plastic bag would be a job half done. I’m proud to say my cock has never been jacketed and I’ve seeded every sub I’ve fucked.

I guess it started when I went to a busy cruising area at an early age, and it becomes more normal/easy ever since. But know if I fuck in public I still get super turned-on and go a little too far maybe haha (if such a thing is possible when I read some stories here haha)/ I remember a few more: - Fucking (and being fucked) on cruising parking lots - Getting sucked in a restaurant restroom, while friends were having a nice dinner. - Getting fucked in the university restroom. The building was practically empty so we felt it was safe doing so. Midway someone walked into the restroom, creating a bit awkward situation. He certainly knew what was going on behind the restroom stall door as we were making quite some noise. We just hear the guy laughing a little, and said 'enjoy' when he left. - Getting sucked in Praxis (dutch version of a home depot) - Getting sucked (and suck me) in driving car. Usually at night, but a few times during the day. Super exciting as vans/trucks could clearly see it. - Fucking behind an electrical building next to a very busy train track. Could only see us from the train, but not the surrounding area.

My Mom walked in on me one night looking at gay porn on the computer in my room and freaked out getting my step dad and both yelling at me. That weekend she left for the day while my step dad was going to have a long talk about what I did with me. When he walked into my room I noticed that he had a huge bulge and wasn’t even trying to hide it. As he began talking to me about sex he began touching me and said that he has known for quite some time about my secret sexual activities with all those random men, sneaking out wearing panties, sucking their dicks, swallowing their loads, letting them fuck me and coming back home a hot mess. I was best red and embarrassed. As he told me not to be embarrassed and it’s ok to do all those things he unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper and pulled out his rock hard cock which was HUGEEEE. He looked at me while he stroked it and said let’s get naked and more comfortable. He then told me that I can touch it if I want, I began stroking it and shortly wrapped my lips around it, sucking it until he fed me his load. As I told him about all the filth I was into and have done he quickly got rock hard again, at which point I straddled him sliding down on his throbbing cock and rode him as I continued with my stories. At one point I moaned omfg I love this so much Daddy can we do this more often, I want to be your dirty cum dumpster slut son. He smiled moaning and said of course we can son, Daddy is going to show you just how much he loves you with his cock from now on. He then bent me over and fucked me deep and hard blowing his load inside me as he told me how much he loved me. When my Mom called telling us that she got called into work for an over night shift I was riding his cock with his loads leaking out of me. He spent the entire night showing me his love and spilling his loads into me. This became a daily thing with us, we snuck around and always found the time or the place for me to suck his fat cock and get fucked. I loved when he just pulled my panties aside, spit on my hole and buried his rock hard throbbing cock eagerly deep inside me and fuck me moaning how good it felt and how much he loved me. After he pulled it out I’d always lick it clean. He loved it when I came home fucked up and a hot mess sneaking back into the house. I’d txt him to meet me in the basement, where I’d seduce him and tell him what a whore I was as he groped me and felt me up. I’d pull out his cock and stroked it as I told him about my night. As he got rock hard he bent me over, ripping my panties down and force his throbbing all the way inside me. As he fucked me deep and hard I talked dirty to him telling him how good that felt, to fuck me harder, to show me how much he loved me to fuck me like a dirty street whore that I was and breed my hole.

This story is just... someone was wondering what's beyond HOT? ... It's incendiary! It's a real tour de force (pun fully intended). THANK YOU! You're a gifted writer and that's some twisted nasty imagination you've got! Well constructed, great build+up, and even good spelling and grammar! (That English degree shows.) [I may throw up if I have to read another "Andy and ME went..." from too many of the nasty authors of short stories and books on Kindle!] I read allot of smut on many sites (I followed one of my fave writers here to his Nifty collection and found a whole bookshelf of lovely but truly perverted stories not allowed here!) and the writings we get here are like Lindt squares to a chocloholic! Even though many never get finished, the work here is usually much better constructed and written -- and way much hotter -- than most of what demands a price everywhere else. So THANK YOU to all our gifted nasty-minded writers! This horndog really appreciates your work.

Fucked a boy last night - he shot his load hands free, sitting on my cock 'n I bred him deep! Milked my cock for every drop of cum I had in my hairy balls....

Three tall slim young men walked towards Pat's house with determination in their steps. "Do yah think we'll actually get a piece of his uncle Mic's ass tonight?, asked the tallest. "I sure hope so." responded the shortest. "Have you seen his uncle?! My hope is that he breeds me!." enthused the third. "It's our bud's birthday ,shouldn't he get all the loads?" asked the shortest. "Fuck that!" responded the tallest "As far as I'm concerned it's every fuckin man for himself." At the same time Mic was giving it to the boy once again, this time in the shower. "Ya sure loves cock up yr arse boy, don't ya?! Just like yr uncle, the more cock and cum the 'appier ya is, eh?!" "You sure got that right uncle Mic. And, I love it hard and deep. Pound me like you mean it, destroy my sloppy ass." "Lad ya are a man whore, aren't ya?!" "That's my goal unc. You ever take anonymous loads?" "All's the time lad! Loves not knowin whose willie's fawkin me. Nawton like carryin a stranger's cum. Better still 'avin the next guy discovers it an use it for lube t'as add 'is special blend. Got started as a lad at a truck stop. One night took me eight up de arse and sucked down three. Been addicted ta anonymous sex ever since." "That's so fuckin hot! Can't wait to turn my back and have a stranger slide on in!" "God damn ya is a blarney whore fag lad. I's so fawkin proud!" "Fuck yeah, give it to me Mic. Slap on into my barely legal ass." Meanwhile, Pat had retreated to the living room couch with his bottle of Irish whiskey. He'd dispensed with a glass and was suckin it down like a thirsty man in the desert. He was pretty blitzed and could barely stand let alone walk to answer the door bell. He was completely unaware that he was still totally naked. The three lads were shocked and surprised by the sight of their buds dad when the door was opened. Drunkenly Pat greeted them; "C ... Cu ... come in ... laaaddds ... me su ... me lad told me ... yas all 'ear fr 'is fawkin birthday. Eh? C ... come on in, ma ... make yaselves at home.... fawk, where's me manors? C ... can .... I's off ...er yas a driinnk boyz? Hiicccuup." "Maybe later Mr B.. But yah sure can offer me your ass." responded the tallest lad. "Aah ... ah ... wh ... what?" stuttered Pat. The boys helped him back to the couch and bent him over the arm. The tallest was instantly eating out Pat's hole. "Ah .... ah ... n ...n ...no ...I don't ..." "Fuuuuuuccck old man, you most certainly do! Somebody's already been knockin at your backdoor and left you a deposit. Tastes real fuckin good!" "Aw ... fa ...fawk... me son ..." "You son of a bitch! Your son bred your ass! Fuckin A!" The tall boys cock slid up Pat's hole and Pat was too drunk to resist. The shortest lad fed Pat his cock and the third gobbled down Pat's dick. Mic dumped his load in the birthday boy just as the door bell rang repeatedly. "Fawk Pat, git the fawkin door!" bellowed Mic. "Damn fools probably sloshed on 'is whiskey. Wees better go dawn." Still toweling themselves as they descended the stairs they found Pat in his second sandwich fuck of the day. The shortest friend was standing on the couch and blasting his load all over Pat's face. Mic got the door and hustled two more of the lad's friends inside. They stood in utter amazement as their tallest friend groaned; "Argh ... fuuuuuuccck ... take my load old man .... pumpin you full of your second load today ... fuuuuuuccck bud, why didn't you tell us your old man was such a good piece of tail?" "Didn't know myself 'til I ploughed one into him after dinner." "Okay lads, enough watchin. Me arse is kinda lonely 'ear. Which un ah ya strappen blokes is gonna fawk me?" asked Mic. The two that had just arrived were quickly pulling off their clothes. One responded; "Me and my bud will DP you. You already lubricated?" "Sure as I's a lucky Irish whore. I's got Pat an 'is boy's cum greasin me fawk shoot. Cawm stretch me eager arse wit yr young cocks boyz. " Pat was now blacked out on the couch. The first three to arrive and Pat's son moved into a fuck train. When the shortest blasted in the birthday boy the train broke apart. The other two finished deep inside the birthday boy's ass as well.

We chatted for a while, sharing a joint, having drinks and relaxing. Then Den loaded the pipe and passed it round. Dan took a long pull and handed it on to Zac before kneeling in front of Den and burying his face in his balls and blowing out his smoke. I was absently stroking my cock looking at him wiggling his tight butt and winking his hole. Zac leant over and tapped the pipe on my knob, "Want me to help you out there?" He grinned and handed over the pipe and lighter as he got down and took my cock in his mouth. I took a good huff watching him suck me and blew it out over his face. I could see Dan licking Den's stiffening shaft. My arse was twitching at the sight and I couldn't take my eyes off the thick, 10 inch ... Lets face it, cock simply doesn't do it justice. 10 inches of uncut, shiny black pudding. My mouth was watering. Den caught my eye, "Gonna fuck him, or what?" Zac lifted off me, and I realised I was solid and throbbing. I stepped over and pressed my knob on Dan's winking hole. It was slick from Zac's spit and mucous, and Dan slid straight down over me, flexing his muscles all the way. I still had the pipe, so took another lungful and passed it to Den. He leant forward, kissed me, and I passed the smoke to him. I let Dan grind on my cock while the rush washed over me, then started a slow, easy fuck. After a few strokes, I felt Zac's wet fingers at my hole. I shifted up a bit to give him better access. I bottomed out in Dan and Zac pressed himself against me. I stayed in place, gyrating inside Dan, until Zac's knobend popped home. Pulling back from Dan, Zac slid into me and I started fucking Dan and myself. Zac leant closer in with each stroke, and we started moving in rhythm. He was fingering around my shaft in Dan and his in me, upping the pace, driving harder into my guts, pushing me into Dan so much we lurched forward up onto Den and I popped out of Dan. Zac kept fucking as Dan slid away and I was face to shaft with Den. I rubbed my face across the solid meat, spreading Dan's spit over my cheeks, and started licking. "That's it." Dan rubbed the back of my head. Zac had slowed and Dan had slid beneath us, rimming and toungueing me round Zac's fucking. He pressed a finger in alongside, then two. Zac planted himself balls deep and grabbed my hips to sit us back. Dan was holding his cock straight up and took hold of Zac's as we sat back until he pushed his pierced knob into me. They obviously had practice - they both fucked in different rhythm but didn't miss a stroke. My legs were shaking so much in the end, we couldn't keep it going and rolled apart. Dan rolled me on my front, "Not finished with you yet, cunt," and plunged straight back in to me, starting up a merciless piston fucking. "Ready for my load?" I milked at his cock with my cunt muscles, "Oh fuck yes, spunk me, man!" He grunted, then almost roared, and started bucking around in me. With one last hard deep thrust, his cock started pumping, "ARGH! Take my spunk, ya queer cunt!" I was clamping as hard as I could, feeling every pulse, until finally he slumped on to me and rolled off. I d round to get my arse up, hoping to hold as much of his juice inside and possible, and get my head down to suck him clean. As soon as I'd tasted his cum and my arse on him, he started pissing again. I didn't need to be told to swallow this time...

‘Judgey judgey’? If you would take the time to read through some of the many other posts that I have made on this forum on the subject if STDs, you would find that your mischaracterization above bears no resemblance to my actual attitude or position on the subject. You would find that I am a staunch advocate of both testing and of education about sexual disease transmission, risk prevention and the promotion of safer barebacking in general. Why do I care about these things? Because I’m a six-year AIDS survivor. A disease transmitted to me by someone you would term “sexually generous” came within hours of ending my life in 2014. “Sexually generous” people, as you would have it, have also given me gonorrhea and chlamydia multiple times, and I will always register positive for syphilis now thanks to someone’s “generosity”. The comment above to which you take exception, and which you evidently did not read carefully, specifically addresses my personal observation that when I have been infected, I seem to receive multiple infections at the same time. The men who transmitted the diseases to me may or may not have been the original source of the multiple infections, but somewhere along the line, an individual had to have picked up each of those diseases individually and continued to carry them untested and untreated long enough to catch the others as well. The fact that an individual can become a reservoir for multiple diseases suggests strongly that he is not diligent in monitoring his own sexual health and is not responsible in ensuring he is not a danger to others. In a word, his behavior is lax. I did not say that this conjecture applies to everyone who catches an STD, nor did I imply anything about anybody being “dirty” - that inference is totally your own. What I said was “disease vector”, and yes, any one of us has the potential at any time to be a vector by which a disease is transmitted to another person. That’s a fact, not a judgment. If we’re going to be “sexually generous”, then that fact means we have a responsibility not just to ourselves, but to each other to get tested, get treated, and keep our breeding arena as pathogen-free as humanly possible. We don’t have the luxury to fret over whether somebody thinks we’re “dirty” - we’re dealing with fucking diseases. Some of them are potentially debilitating. Some of them are potentially deadly. The attitude we can’t afford is one that says, “Eh, so what if we pass around a few diseases? It’s all part of the fun, right? Just accept ‘em, get a shot, they’re not gonna hurt you.” Fuck that. I’ve had ‘em. Some of them are still in me, or have left their mark, and I’m here to show my scars and tell you this isn’t some fucking game. The only men I judge are the ones who refuse to take responsibility for the risk they pose to others - or themselves.

Every now and then I like to whore out someone who is willing to completely give up their body to me. You'll spend a weekend being whored out in a city hotel and bathhouse taking loads from any and everyone with no say. You are only there to be useful and used by the guys who want to use your body how they want to use it. You'll take a lot of loads, but if some guy wants you to fuck them you better get hard and give them your load, etc. I've had pure bottoms top for the first time this way and it's always an incredible experience when one pushes past their limits. By the end of the weekend you get on the plane or train leaking cum and go back home. Prefer younger twinks but would consider anyone. Message me if you're interested or know someone who is.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Joe, 48, 5’11” and a hardened military veteran, loved LA. It wasn’t cheap for sure, but Joe wasn’t afraid of shabby living conditions if he could do what he loved. Having worked as a cop back in Detroit after his military service, Joe had seen his fair share of violent crime and he was tough - while still figuring out where to stay, he decided to live nightly at the infamous Hotel Cecil in Skid Row. He had a shaved head and was built like a demolition truck, covered in tattoos with arms and pecs like rocks. He had a bit of a belly, but it was hard to notice with how jacked he was. No matter what he wore, he looked like he was going to pop out of his shirt. And he fit right in at first. After all, that’s why he moved here. Back in Detroit, Joe sold his confiscated drugs at hefty prices to dealers and took bribes to let them roam free. During this time, Joe had a sexy Malaysian girlfriend 15 years younger than him and a bunch of babes on the side. New clothes and car. Too bad the city had to snoop their noses into the problem. After losing his job and spending 5 years in prison, Joe lost all his money to gambling and drugs. With no cash, no sex, and no girlfriend, nothing but his pickup truck, he decided to start over somewhere new. Joe came to LA as a criminal. He no longer knew how to do anything other than selling drugs, and he was fucking good at it. He planned to turn into a smuggler, taking cheap crystal from the west coast to sell back in Detroit. One thing about Joe is his open pride in having a fetish for Asians. He had no problem finding them either, and his fellow cops used to tease him for how often the Asian girl at his arm changed. He fucked Asian boys too, but he always kept those anonymous. He’d fuck a boy but never date one. The Asian girls in LA were different. They worth is different here and they had no shortage of hot men (who weren’t broke felons) to turn down. Moreover Joe was getting old but he still only liked fresh younger girls to fuck. He wasn’t used to it, but he was even seen as a creep. Guess it didn’t help that he basically smelled homeless and didn’t know how to approach these women. His ex was a stripper and all he had to do to woo her was pay her a couple grand and let her have his credit card. That’s when Joe dove head first into finding boys. Taking puffs of his bong in his tiny run-down, he constantly browsed Grindr, A4A, bbrt, cams, anything. He bluntly titled his profile “ex military LF Asian bttms” - the crazy thing is, openly objectifying them attracted tons of messages from Asian boys. One Japanese boy in particular attracted his attention. Short, 20 years old, maybe 5’4” in a little thong, stick thin with smooth olive-skinned abs. He had spiky short hair in his pics, which he dyed blonde. His name was Kevin. Joe was obsessed with getting Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin dropped out of school and was kicked out by his family as a teen for doing T. Since then, he’s been arrested for possession and just got out of a brief stint in jail. Since then, he has lived with one of his cell mates in a studio. His dream is to become a pornstar, and Joe loved it. And Kelvin was even more obsessed with Joe. A sex addict who especially loved older white men, Kelvin told Joe he’s everything he dreamed of. ”Daddy I want to be used and abused and whored out like a faggot. Bruise me and violate me and trash me. Will you do that daddy?” “Yes, babe. That’s the only way I like it. Daddy’s wanted a filthy Asian slut to use like a fuck rag for a long time.” After only 2 days of talking, Kelvin was ready to come to Joe’s place. It would’ve been sooner if he wasn’t a flaky tweaker. As the area was dangerous, Joe went to pick up Kelvin from his apartment. Kelvin walked out and was even skinnier than his pictures. Or maybe it was the way he was dressed. Joe whistled and leered at him from behind his shades. Kelvin wore a tight mesh crop top and tiny booty shorts, which dangled to show his dirty black and white jockstrap to the whole city. He opened the passenger door and immediately Joe’s hand was on Kelvin’s bare smooth tight, rubbing and snaking his way up his shorts. Kelvin moaned and took Joe’s muscled hand and guided it down his shorts over his jockstrap. Joe’s hand was huge compared to the boy’s waist. “So sexy,” Joe whispered. “You naturally this smooth?” ”I get waxed,” Kelvin admitted. “Well, make sure to keep doing that faggot. Daddy likes it.” Joe resists the temptation to go further. At this point, he just needed to get back to his place to fuck this cumdump slut as soon as he can. The drive home was dead silent. At the hotel, Kelvin trailed behind Joe cautiously and didn’t speak to him even in the elevator. By the time they got to Joe’s room, they were both in heat. Joe frantically got the key in the door and they both sprawled out onto Joe’s mess of a bed. The sheets were half off, and plenty of drug paraphernalia, dirty clothes, and even some loose cash littered the bed. Kelvin didn’t seem to mind. “This is your place? You live at this hotel?” Kelvin asked. “Or did you get this room?” ”I live here. That good with you?” Joe asked, annoyed that this kid would come in here and comment on it immediately. ”Yeah. I like it here,” Kelvin said suddenly, picking up a sock off the bed and sniffing it. The room was pretty trashed, to be fair. Joe wasn’t going to clean it up for some pussy. Not like Kelvin could leave without him anyway. Joe looked around. Beer cans on the floor. Cigarette ash everywhere. Empty water bottles and energy drink cans. Plastic bags and food packages mixed in there. “Faggot,” he boomed. Just one aggressive word. Joe’s face suddenly turned stern and his eyes became menacing. “You probably get fucked in filthy dirty rooms all the time, don’t you? Just a piece of trash that can be thrown on the floor like everything else in this room. My trash.” Joe pounced onto the bed and locked Kelvin under his body. It was like holding down a piece of paper. ”Daddy...”, Kelvin said weakly. Joe was now aggresssively groping him and thrashing his clothed body against his, furiously and aggressively kissing him. Globs of split splattered all over the boy’s face as Joe licked and kissed him like a wolf eating at its prey. Kelvin could only respond with loud moans. ”Fuck, that tasted GOOD! fucking Asian twink boy SLUT!” Joe was on top of the world. Unlike any girl, Kelvin was eager to put out for a stranger. No wining or dining. He didn’t even have to treat him with any dignity or respect. Lesser men have fucked Kelvin without respect. “let’s get to the good stuff. I know what you’re here for,” Joe said, suddenly springing up. ”Party?” Kelvin said eagerly, reacting like a true addict. Joe grinned. “Hell yeah.” from the floor, Joe grabbed a belt. Then he picked out 2 points from this pocket which he prepped beforehand. “I’ll slam you first, then slam myself. And after that I’m gonna booty bump the shit out of you, we’re gonna take some G, and then we’re gonna popper you up before I rape you. How’s that sound?” Kelvin’s eyes were wide as if Joe had just offered to buy him a car. Joe himself couldn’t help himself from looking pleased. What a bad boy, he thought. He’ll barely be okay with all that and he’s still so excited... ”Are you sure I can do all that?” Kelvin asked. “If it’s too much, just let me know.” ”I won’t. I’ll always want more,” Kelvin said devilishly. Joe roughly and tightly tied the belt around Kelvin’s tiny arm and quickly found a vein. “first time slamming?” He asked at the last minute. ”Nah. Just haven’t in a while.” ”Good. I want this to be almost too intense for you.” As the needle pulled back with a red splash, joe steadily pumped the point into his boy. He took it out expertly, untied the belt, and wrapped it around himself. While he started administering, Kelvin FLEW. He erupted into violent coughs, almost accidentally kicked Joe, and his eyes looked utterly rabid. ”fff FFuck,” Kelvin groaned. Joe finished administering his own point and let the rush overcome him. The room spun, and suddenly the drugged boy in front of him triggered a tsunami of lust and aggression. He couldn’t even gather the G or give a booty bump, he just grabbed the poppers from the pile of trash in the bed and with shaky hands untwisted the bottle. Kelvin was in no shape to do it himself, his head still rolling around and his hands feeling his body, reorienting his sense of touch. He moaned at the feeling of his hands on his body. He gave only a slight nod of acknowledgement as Joe stuffed the poppers under his nostril tightly, pinched the other, and made him breathe poppers. Then another. Then another. by the time he let go of the boy’s nose, Kelvin looked more spun than anyone Joe’s seen in his life. He let out a loud moan, drool leaking from his mouth. “daddy!!! Daddy I... I ffeel...I want” Joe took 2 quick whiffs of the poppers himself before he unzipped his pants, ripped Kelvin’s shorts right off, spat all over his 7” ROCK hard dick and poked his way into that smooth fleshy hole. it’s like he got slammed a second time. Both of them collectively groaned in pleasure. Joe quickly globbed more spit onto his shaft to guide it in. Kelvin was tight, like Asians tended to be, but his hole invited Joe’s dick. It still seemed to hurt him though as Joe slid in all the way balls deep. ”OOOO” Kelvin groaned wincing. Joe spat on the boy’s face and ripped his legs wide. His tiny feet and legs looked like they could break in Joe’s hulkish grip. “you know why i hate Asian faggots like you?” Joe grunted, now tweaking and thinking about nothing besides wanting to hurt Kelvin for pleasure. Kelvin looked at him questioningly, spittle dangling from his mouth. “I hate you because you’re nothing but breeding holes. Just whores meant to be used and abused. You’re the lowest of the low. And you let men like ME,” Joe roared, sudddenly thrusting up Kelvin’s gut, making him scream. “Into your pussy. By the time I’m done with you, no one will want you. Now take my dick!” with that, Joe began pounding recklessly. He mounted Kelvin and drove his dick right into his slender frame, one meaty hand covering kelvin’s mouth to stifle his screams while the other grabbed his ankle. The bed was only big enough for the both of them because Joe’s body almost entirely covered Kelvin’s. For 10 long minutes, Joe savagely fucked Kelvin without a word, spitting on him and gagging him with his fingers. Finally, Joe got up to take off his shirt and jeans as Kelvin just laid panting. “Don’t think you’re done yet. We just got started,” Joe growled, scooping his fingers into his bag of crystals and digging up a few shards. He then lathered on some crisco and eased his fingers into kelvin’s loose hole. He fucked it so roughly his hole was just open now and the entrance even felt like pussy lips. He pressed the crystals against kelvin’s insides and watched the boy groan as the burn hit him. “how do you feel boy?” “So...good...more dick please daddy” ”you want more of this dick, whore? Don’t worry you’ll get more of this dick. I bet I got you flying right now. I’m gonna measure us out some G. Just lay right there. Don’t fucking move.” As Joe rummaged for his G bottle and dropper, he reminisced to the days when he was a cop in Detroit. Back then, he violently fucking drugged up twinks and hot babes almost everyday. And he came in all of their pussies, even the women. Then he’d go back to his hot Malaysian girlfriend and dump his load in her pussy. Back then it would’ve been a headache if he knocked her up. There was no chance of that with Kelvin, so he could breed him as much as wanted without consequence. Joe handed Kelvin his G. Together they clinked their cups and downed the G and Gatorade solution. Joe knew Kelvin would feel a warm rush and dizziness in addition to his wild tweaked up stimulated state in only a few minutes. “I need to take a piss,” Joe said suddenly. “Started Feeling it while we were fucking. Gonna piss inside you whore.” ”Chem piss?” Kelvin asked excitedly. Joe nodded. ”you’re gonna get high off of my piss. Hold it all in when I finish, got it bitch?” ”Yes, daddy. I want all your fluids. I wanna keep them in my pussy and get high off it. Please...Mark me as yours with your dick piss spit and cum.” Kelvin looked at me longingly with his dilated pupils. He was sweaty and stinky now, and so was Joe. ”face down ass up,” I ordered. Kelvin flipped around immediately and perked his hole up. He spread his cheeks apart, his way of inviting men in. Joe stuffed the tip of my dick in and began to unload. A lot of the stream dripped onto the bed but who fucking cares?Joe unloaded a huge bladder full and, to his amazement, Kelvin managed to hold in most of it. “on the ground, legs up,” joe ordered again. Kelvin immediately got onto the dirty carpet, his back grinding into the littered trash. He spread his legs as wide as he could and looked up at Joe with begging eyes. Joe stabbed a finger into Kelvin’s hole and the boy lost control. “oh my god it’s coming out!” He cried as a wave of piss splashed out around Joe’s finger. Joe ripped his finger out, slapped Kelvin hard across the face with his piss stained hand and jammed the finger back in. Joe was so strong he could see his handprint on Kelvin’s face. He’d pull it out over and over, watching the piss rip out of kelvin’s hole as the boy moaned. Not a single complaint from being slapped that hard. Just a Yelp of surprise and pain. “Fucking useless faggot, leaking my piss everywhere. I told you to KEEP IT IN!” Joe roared, suddenly mounting Kelvin again and lining his dick up against the Asian twink’s now red glistening cunt. Piss steadily leaked out from open hole. without mercy, Joe plunged in. At this point, Kelvin was flying so hard he was dissociating. He could only look into Joe’s angry eyes, starved for more fucking, lost in how good it felt to be fucked. Just looking at Kelvin’s pleading eyes made Joe excited. He grabbed a dirty sock off the bed and stuffed it in Kelvin’s mouth. Then he spat on the boy’s face and grabbed the boy’s legs open as he throttled him. the room and all trash on the floor tremored with the force of Joe’s thrusts. Kelvin’s body was jammed against the wall at this point, limbs askew, moaning and groaning loudly behind his sock gag. Joe grabbed the poppers and forced it under Kelvin’s nose. “fuck yeah sniff it nice and deep boy,” Joe muttered. “Nice and deep so you can feel real good while daddy tears you up.” Kelvin breathed DEEP and as soon as Joe twisted the cap back on the bottle, he began fucking savagely. He grabbed Kelvin’s tiny throat with one hand and gave it a squeeze causing Kelvin to squirm and attempt to gasp. Joe grinned. “FUCKING TAKE IT YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! DOES IT HURT? AM I HURTING YOU BOY?” Kelvin only looked at him still gagged, tears welling up but not out of fear - Just out of the overwhelming pain of being smacked so hard and being choked and gagged. Joe began taking his dick all the way out and punch fucking Kelvin, tossing his legs in all different positions to fuck him at different angles. Finally, he could feel himself getting close. he raised his head, the veins on his neck bulging, as he put all his energy Into thrusting as fast and deep as he can. Kelvin screamed and bucked under his thrusts. His dick was definitely pulsing and getting even harder as he got close, driving deeper and deeper like he was trying to tear and break whatever was inside of Kelvin. Deeper and deeper and at this time, Joe’s roars of ecstasy started to Drown out Kelvin’s muffled screams. ”TAKE MY BABIES U FUCKING CUMDUMP SLUT!” Joe rammed and trembled for over 15 seconds, squirting ropes of cum into Kelvin with each final thrust. by the time he pulled out, Joe looked at the disheveled wasted and bruised boy, covered in webs of spit and hand marks all over him, tears and drool leaking, and a gaping pussy with yellowish cum leaking out. The floor was Soaked in piss that Joe had fucked out of Kelvin’s hole by force. Joe was disgusted. without a word, Joe got dressed and started looking at his phone to see if he had any customers. Kelvin laid slumped on the floor for several minutes. Joe didn’t even want to drive Kelvin home. He didn’t want to spend another minute around the boy he just bred. After a long silence, someone knocked on the door. Joe grumbled under his breath and checked the peep hole. It was a black man, tall with a belly and heavily bearded. He looked homeless and was missing several teeth. Joe put his gun in his back pocket just in case and opened the door, not caring Kelvin’s naked and used body still laid in plain sight. “I heard you guys fucking from a couple doors down. Can I have him for a bit? Just a bit?” The man asked in a croaked slow voice. Joe wrinkled his nose. ”how much you paying?” ”I don’t have any money.” ”come back when you do,” he said, closing the door. And that’s when he realized he had more plans for Kelvin. This boy was going to be his slave

Coming down to SD this weekend and wanted some anon sex in like Bookstores and at a motel. Finding it hard to determine which bookstore to go to, Any ideas?

Two nights ago had a sexy "son" in my bed and between deep passionate kissing, lots of nibbling, rimming and licking his taint, soon had him starting to whimper so a few deep sniffs of poppers and I was balls deep in his ass and bred him deep...

Jake Nicola and Vince Parker, I think

I was with a guy from the bar and ended up at my place. We were heavy kissing and he was really good looking....he took his shirt off and I took mine off and continued making out....He kept groping my crotch and I was feeling his huge bulge through his levi's....He said i gotta get these jeans off my dick hurts from being constrained so we both got naked. He said lets go play in your bed so we got in the bed and we were face to face grinding each other with our cocks leaking precum. He said I really want to fuck you, so I got a condom out of the night stand and laid it next to us...I said I hope you don't mind wearing a condom....he said no problem as he was kissing my neck......he said i'm not ready to fuck yet, I want more skin on skin body contact and will put it on in a few.....we continued kissing and grinding....he put my legs over his shoulders and said your gonna like this....he started slidding his wet precumed cock up and down the crack of my ass making it very slippery, it felt so fucking good.....he started he started massaging the opening of my hole with the tip of his precummed dick.....he said let me just put the tip in to help open you up, I said welll umm, he said relax baby, I wont cum inside you, he slid in about 1.5 inches and slowly pulled out and in and out and in....kissing me all the time and before I knew it he was all the way in me and I busted my nut all over the place and he continued fucking me and asking how it felt.....he went faster and faster and I thought he was going to pull out to cum untill he screamed/groaned and shuttered.....He said I'm sorry babe, I couldn't hold back.....sorrry .......your ass felt too good......He got dressed and said lets do this again sometime and took off.....I was kinda pissed off but it was my fault for being dumb enough to be seduced into bareback.....I walked into the bathroom and had this huge load of cum streaming down my leg.... I thought to myself right then, fuck I love bareback and being seeded......def gotta do this again!

Although my previous post above may suggest that I am critical of small cocks, I must hasten to add, in justice to a certain Indianapolis Top of my acquaintance, that judging small cocks on the basis of appearance can be foolhardy. The Top I am referring to has a penis under 4” … and I shake when I see him coming because he is a terrifyingly effective fucksmith. Every encounter with him is a Master Class in anal orgasm - he leaves me a quivering, sweating, broken wreck every. single. time, and when he has finished there is no question that I have been bred like stock. The key factor is that what he lacks in penile length he amply compensates for with his brain, in two ways: By intelligently leveraging the cock he does have to best advantage with an understanding of my anatomy, and by mindfucking me the whole time he’s savagely dicking me down. In short, he makes an impact. Damn, does he ever. For someone with a policy of rejecting undersized members out-of-hand, passing him over would be akin to leaving a ring with a colossal diamond lying in the street because the ring wasn’t made of gold. For me, of course, the question is moot in any case as I do not limit access to my body on the basis of cock size or any other feature. I was born for service, without favor or exception, and all men are entitled to me.

I was fifteen. I had just started talking to a guy I met in high school who was gay and he ended up introducing me to one of his “friends” named John. John was a nurse in his thirties. We talked for quite a bit before he suggested meeting up signed up to volunteer at Shiloh nursery one weekend when they were hosting Halloween pumpkin patch event and he showed up. We hit it off and later that night he texted me around 11pm and asked if I wanted to hang out. I ended up sneaking out of the house (through my bedroom window) and he picked me up at the end of the block. On the drive to his place I was nervous as fuck as I hadn’t done anything previously and we didn’t say anything but during the drive he put his hand on my thigh and starting rubbing in between shifting (he had a six speed Honda Civic) and eventually started groping/massaging my junk. When we got to his apartment I followed him inside and he had a porno on and he sat on the sofa and patted the spot where he wanted me to sit. I sat down and we sat in silence watching the porn and after about ten minutes he started feeling me up and I was too nervous to do anything but my body was very much reacting. He took my hand and placed it under his scrubs so it was resting on his dick. I instinctively started to fondle/jerk him and after a few minutes he took his arm and placed it around my neck and pushed me between his knees. He lifted himself up and pulled his scrubs down and without having to be prodded I sucked my first dick. I’ll never forget his scent of that sensation. He didn’t give me much time to learn the ropes until he took control of the situation and it went from a blow job to a face fucking situation (I didn’t mind). While this was happening he took his foot and occasionally rubbed my dick which sent me right to the edge. After about half an hour of me sucking him he pulled my head up by my hair out of his crotch and literally dick walked me down the hallway to his room (literally grabbed my dick and walked me down the hallway) to his spare room and I remember thinking that was so odd. When we got to the spare room he told me to strip so I did. He sat on the edge of the bed and I gave him a blowjob for a few more minutes until he got up and kind of tossed me halfway on the bed so my butt was at the edge and my legs were dangling to the floor. He lubed up his finger and penetrated me. I was not a fan of this (still can’t stand being fingered to this day). He got two fingers in and I was in a fair amount of discomfort but I was so turned out that I asked him to fuck me. I heard him wrap up and he pushed me into the bed and he lubed up his sheathed dick and rubbed it up and down my ass crack. Then he pushed in, not just the tip but he practically bottomed out in me. Needless to say it was excruciating. I asked him to stop and any arousal I had vanished. He didn’t say anything but he put his arm against the back of my head and pushed it deeper into the bed and he just went to town on my ass. I kept saying no and I was tearing up and I struggled to get up but he forced me down. I kept telling him no, I didn’t want this and he slapped my ass and didn’t say anything. At that point I just stopped resisting. At some point he flipped me over and I remember so vividly just staring at the ceiling and counting all the bumps (it was a stucco ceiling). When he was close he pulled out, kneeled over me and jerked off until he gave me a pretty thorough facial. He went to the bathroom, came back to the room, motioned to my clothes and told me to get dressed and I did. I wanted to go to the bathroom to clean my face off but he said no and used his fingers to swipe his cum off my face and fed it to me. The ride home was identical to the ride to his place where nothing was said between us. I have mixed feelings about this encounter but he really played a pivotal role in how my sexual identity developed. He was my first and I had a deep longing for him, and honestly, still do. For the next three years whenever he needed to get off he’d text me and arrange a time to pick me up. When I got my drivers license he’d have me come over after school. We rarely talked, it wasn’t that kind of “relationship.” I knew what I was to him. John said he was a total top, he didn’t suck dick and he didn’t bottom. He never made any attempt to get me off and never touched my dick outside of that first night.

My ass is a chlamydia factory... Had it when I found out I was poz, and its been very active since

Club Z for the most part has the raunchier partiers, if you’re into that.

nice. the 3 men in my house have unloaded their balls into my throat and pussy more times than I can count

[think before following links] http://www.xvideos.com/video14213841/real_men_don_t_pull_out My kind of Moto, "Real Men Don't Pull Out"

[think before following links] http://www.xvideos.com/video44927561/dickriding_wolf_enjoys_getting_barebacked Now that looks like it felt good!

In fact, you might well end up having to find a different physician. No health insurer would require him to keep you as a patient.

Now that the weather is getting warmer, and the vaccines are kicking in, it's time to start getting my dick wet again. Looking forward to spending a day wandering around the city, visiting as many cumdumps as I can before I'm spent. Looking for those no load refused bottoms who are ready for my dirty cock, and maybe a top or two for some tag team fun...

You're not out of touch at all.... personally I'd been a little put off by all the glamorization of becoming poz and chasing AIDS on BZ and stayed away for years... I love taking loads but I do not enjoy getting STIs although they are an unavoidable occurrence in the line of work of being a cumdump. That being said... if I know someone is poz and not on meds and has a high viral load... I'm not going to let him fuck me... period. That is one thing I can control. I'm also not going to willingly poz another guy but since I'm like 99 44/100% bottom that is prolly not going to happen. Plus, all of my profiles clearly indicate that I am Poz and undetectable and proud of it. I worked hard over the past 20+ years to achieve 0VL and maintain it! If PreP had been available to me 30 years ago before I seroconverted I would have taken it in a heartbeat. Being poz is no picnic. As it was I didn't take meds for the first 10 years of my pozness and ended up in 2001 with 33 tcells and thankfully no OI came down the pike. Mostly I stayed off them cuz when I first got sober I took AZT (all that was available in 1996) and after six months I felt sicker than I'd ever felt in my life. I told my doctor I couldn't take the meds anymore and he told me I didn't have a choice. I said, of course I have a choice... it's my body. And he said that maybe I should find another doctor. I didn't but I stopped seeing him and in five years ended up at death's door. So now, I take my meds (one pill a day) and have had no problems since. I do get the occasional STI, which my doctor tests for (and treats, if necessary) every three months. So I do concede that others also have the ability to do with their own bodies what they want.... and that can include chasing poz loads, taking no meds if poz, and trying to get AIDS. It's your prerogative. But stealthing others and trying to poz them could (and possibly should) land you in jail in many states and countries. I would recommend reading up on the local ordinances regarding this when traveling or before moving to a new location. My two cents.... probably worth less than a penny.

Pattaya is easy and probably cheaper and better than Bangkok, its basically a brothel . The money boys around Boyz Town and Jontiem beach take it raw, and many of the ladyboys do, soi 6/1 for the amazonians who will ride you like a donkey. Gay, straight, bi, trans , its all there. You can creampie the arses of many bar girls as well. Bangkok has a similar scene. Plenty of forums give advice, start using the Line messenger app, thaifriendly , etc etc. Its easy over there. Gay, bi, ladyboy 3 some, 4 some. Ask and they will name the price. Less of a scene in other places like samui but its still there. Bali also has it , not tried the Philippines so can't help.

Just had my cunthole raided and bred by a 6’4” tall lean ripped 18 yr old mixed race lad. Wiith a fat 10” uncut cunt busting dick! His thick heavy load impregnating right now!

If you look at it from your perspective then I guess he did take away my ability to consent but looking at it from my perspective he actually helped me to get what I really wanted but was too nervous or afraid to go for.

Good strong poppers always helps

Next door neighbor was having trouble with his walking lawnmower behind his house early this morning. He saw me bending over getting the newspaper in just my boxer shorts and flipflops in my driveway and called me over to see what I thought was wrong. He already knew I was gsy, so when I bent over to check his lawnmower out, he slipped his hand down the back of my shorts and started rubbing my hole with his finger. I moaned. He then pulled my boxers down, kept me bent over, spit on my hole and took his already hard cock out of his blue jeans and started to fuck me with just the spit as lube. If anyone saw it just looked like I was working on his lawnmower. He pumped a good long time and even though it felt great we both kept quiet til he unloaded deep in my ass. He zipped up and pulled my shorts up from behind. Nobody said a word. I picked up my newspaper and headed back to my house for a good cup of coffee while he cranked his lawnmower engine.

14. Joining the Club "Your hole. So fucking used." Jon kissed me again. "You got some poz cum, huh?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. He stood up, and pulled me to my feet. "Did it feel good?" he asked me. He kept one arm around me, and motioned into the living room. "So fucking good. When he was in me," I said. I had been scared a few moments earlier, but standing next to Jon put me at ease. Dressed in the harness and motorcycle boots, he was scary-looking, but also quite sexy. "How did you feel about getting the unmedicated cum?" "Colby?" I asked. "It was intense. It burnt. Really intense." "Yeah?" Jon said. "I thought you'd like him." I realized that Jon had sent Colby to me. "Now. I think it's time for me to drop a load in your hole. You want that?" I nodded enthusiastically. I had wanted Jon's load from the very beginning; all the other men had been merely necessary inconveniences before the main event. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. One arm drifted down to my ass, and his hand pushed my ass apart. My wet hole tightened at the sudden sensation of cool air. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Oh yeah," Jon said. His fingers brushed against my hole. It was soft, tender, and wet; even the very slight force that Jon was using was more than enough for his dick to slide into me. "Fucking hungry hole," he whispered into my ear. "Ready for every dick, huh?" "Yeah," I moaned. "But I want yours." "I know. It's ok. You're going to get it." He turned his attention away; James was standing next to us. He was empty-handed, which disappointed me. I was high, but I knew I could get higher. Between Colby and the man I knew only as Sir, I had learned that the only thing that mattered was pleasure. They also taught me that drugs were an important part of true pleasure. "I think we both need a refill. And I think he needs some more vitamins." "Right on. Here?" "I think we'll be in the Devil's bedroom." My hole throbbed. Sir hadn't been joking about his religion, nor was he the only one at the orgy who was a follower. "You ready for this?" Jon asked, his attention now focused on me. His dick was sandwiched between us. It was hard and hot, and pulsing with his heart. I knew he was poz, but it didn't matter. I had already taken far too much sperm. One more load wouldn't make a difference. I nodded. "Yeah," I said, trying to tamp down on my rising excitement. "I am." "Good." He turned back to James. "What you think is best for us," he said, smiling. "Oh yeah," James said. "I know what he will need." His eyes met mine. He had a slightly lop-sided smile. It was cute. But he had an unmistakable expression of sadness as well. "It'll get you through," he said, this time clear to me. "Don't let him get you scared," Jon said, as James walked away, disappearing into the dim light. "This is something I've been looking forward to all night." "Me too." "You know Colby's load. Unmedicated." "Yeah," I said. I remembered how it had burnt when Colby fucked it into me. The memory was no longer painful. It had hurt, but it had felt good. It was what I needed. "Felt so hot in me. Burnt me." "Devil's burn," Jon said. "It's intense." I nodded. I remembered how it had burnt, but I was still smiling. "You like it?" "It is intense. But it's supposed to, right?" Jon kissed me slowly. He let his tongue explore my mouth. I pressed my slim, smooth body against his. He was muscular, and it was covered in dark, masculine fur. I wanted to please him. "Yeah. Did someone tell you what it is?" Jon said. I nodded. "It's..." I started. His dick needed to be inside me. I wanted his load. I knew it was infected. I hoped he was unmedicated. I wanted his cum to burn like Colby's had. "It's the virus. Trying to infect me." "Yeah," Jon said. "That's it. I want you to feel it again." He was asking if he could infect me. "Yes," I said, before I could even think. It was my body making a decision for me. I knew it was dangerous. But it was so hot. "Please." "Good. Here." He handed me a pipe. I could barely wonder where he had kept it before the torch had gotten it smoking. "I want both of us full of His spirit." I nodded, and started to inhale. The smoke was familiar and wonderful, and I let it fill my lungs. Any last inhibitions melted away as I got a fresh dose of the drugs. "Mmmm," I moaned, still keeping my lips wrapped around the pipe. "Fuck, that's hot. I love seeing a boy like you take a nice big hit." He smiled at me. I nodded; my lungs were full. Where Sir might have made me inhale more, Jon just took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, as he stuck the stem in his mouth, and took a long hit. He leaned in and kissed me. We swapped our clouds back and forth before finally exhaling. "Another?" he asked me. "Please," I said. We repeated the process, this time taking more time to make out. His cock was stiff between us, a thick masculine rod that I wanted to feel inside me. My own cock was semi-hard, but it was nothing compared to his. I reached down and grabbed it. It was almost too big for just my hand. "Please," I repeated. "I want it." "One more," Jon said, and put the pipe in my mouth. "You've taken Colby's load," he said. "But mine." I watched his face, staring into his hazel green eyes. "Mine is special," he said, before taking the pipe from me. He did a long hit, avoiding saying just what made his load special. Sir had told me about the Deacon, and how he had bred a special virus, one that was resistant to prep. I watched Jon suck down thick crystal clouds, and wondered what kind of virus Jon had. He looked so fit and healthy, it was hard to imagine him as anything but undetectable. "Now, Kenta," he said. We both exhaled, then leaned in and kissed. "Special?" I finally asked. His dick was pressed between our bodies; it needed to be inside me. "Yeah," he said. He put the pipe to his mouth one last time. Any last constraint he might have had was dissolved in the thick white cloud. "I'm not on meds," he said. He paused for a moment. "Actually, I'm full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "AIDS," he said. "I had a bad reaction to some drugs. I needed to take a break. And the virus came roaring back." My cock twitched. Here was one more dirty temptation. "But, Prep," I said. "Yeah. I'm resistant to one of the meds," Jon said. "But if you take your pills like you're supposed to..." He trailed off, and filled the silence with another long kiss. I realized that I still wanted him inside me. "I don't care," I finally said. "I know your cock is going to feel great. Even if it burns." "I want it to burn," he said. Before I could say anything, James appeared, carrying three plastic cups. "Just what I was hoping for," Jon said to James. He turned to me, leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I want you to feel what I can do." The drugs were hitting me hard. It was hard to follow a chain of thought, yet I was acutely aware of how my ass was itching. "Here you go," James said, handing me a glass. It had 1.6 in marker on the side. He gave one to Jon, and kept one for himself. "Cheers," he said. All three of us gulped down the drug-laden orange juice. "Anything else for me," Jon asked. "Yeah," James said. He handed Jon a folded up piece of paper. "Half a gram." "Just what he needs, I think," Jon said. "Right?" he asked me. I nodded. My head was foggy from the drugs, and I really needed to get fucked. "Feels so good," I said. "Doesn't it?" James said. "Jon will get you what you need." He leaned in and kissed me. I thought it was just going to be a peck, but it turned into his tongue exploring my mouth for much longer than I expected. Finally he broke it off. "So hot, seeing you like this," he said. James disappeared back into the dark orgy, leaving Jon and I alone. "Let's go somewhere a little more private," he said. "Some things don't need a big audience." I nodded. I knew what was going to happen. Jon was going to put his cock in me. My hole was raw and tender; with no condom, there was no way I could avoid his infected semen. It wasn't scary anymore. Instead, my dick was dripping at the thought. "Please," I moaned. I pressed my body against his, feeling his cock slide between my legs. "You'll get it," he said. "Don't worry. By the morning, you'll be a member of the club." He leaned in and kissed me. "Initiation is amazing," he said. He kissed me again. I shivered in anticipation. He was going to infect me, and it was the hottest thing I could imagine. A hairy, masculine, older man like Jon, forcing his cock into me. Already it was dripping his AIDS-infested sperm, and I was rubbing it against the tender skin of my anus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me." "Come on," he said, stepping away from me. "Follow me. I want to show you something." I followed him. Once outside the dim circle of light, it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. Even then, I mostly followed his white outline, as he led me down a dark hall. "Here," he said, and opened the door. I stepped in. The room was painted black, with dim lights recessed into the ceiling. Most were blood red, except for one white one, illuminating what I could only describe as an altar. On the top was a queen-sized mattress, covered in a dark black sheet. Inscribed in white was a thick pentagram. "I want you to be a part of our club," Jon said. "Give your life over to pleasure." "Please," I moaned. He was going to fuck me on an altar to Sarah Palin himself. I looked again. The room wasn't entirely bare. There was a small table next to the altar. There was a bottle of lube, some poppers, and a glass pipe already set out. "Please," I repeated. My entire body was buzzing. All I could think about was getting fucked. "That's my boy," he said. "Come on." He stepped to the table, and produced the folded white paper that James had given him. He quickly opened it, and tapped out a mound of white powder. "More special K for you," he said, as he marked out several thick lines. "Here." He handed me a straw. "Start with two," he said. "I've never..." I started. I didn't want to admit how naive I was; before tonight, my drug experience had been almost only marijuana. I wasn't even sure how to snort. "It's cool," Jon said. "Here." He took the straw from me, and held it up to the light. "Like this." He put the straw in one nostril, then with his finger, he held the other one closed. He snorted down the line; the white powder disappeared as he ran the straw down the length of the line. "Oh fuck," he said, suddenly standing up again, and inhaling deeply. "Burns a bit, just so you know." He handed me the straw. "Your turn. It's going to be great," he said. "Trust me." He reached down and grabbed his dick. It was still hard, and the pre-cum was dripping. "Ok," I said, and followed Jon's lead. I snorted down one of the lines. "Oh fuck," I grunted. My nose was burning, and I could already feel the drugs dissolving into my body. "Fuck," I repeated. I was a bit light headed, but was also incredibly aroused. "That's intense." "Do one more," Jon said. "Do it now." I leaned back over the table; there were two more fat lines. "Both?" I asked. I wanted everything. It was going to feel amazing, no matter what it was. "Just one," he said. "But I like the spirit. You're still new to this. We want you to remember your initiation." I snorted down the second line, before I could second guess myself. Once more, the white powder burnt my nose, but the pain quickly disappeared, and the burning was just a pleasant reminder of what I had gotten myself into. "Initiation into what club?" I asked. "Both of them," Jon said. "Sarah Palin," he said, and nodded to the pentagram-covered mattress on the altar. "And HIV," he continued, stroking his cock. "What do you think?" "I want it. Especially from you," I said. "Your cum. Inside me." "It's going to feel so good," he said. He pushed me onto the mattress. I landed right in the center of the pentagram. "Pleasure," he said, as he climbed on the altar to join me. He pushed my legs up in the air, and spread them apart. It exposed my hole, and I could feel the cool air against the sperm-coasted wetness. "So hot. Your hole. So used." "Please," I said. "Infect me." "Of course. But there's no need to rush this." He pushed my legs back, forcing my ass up in the air. "This is a special gift from my Dark Lord. And I want to give thanks properly." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole. I had barely been rimmed before, and certainly not by someone as good as Jon. "Oh fuck," I moaned. He pushed his tongue a bit further. He moaned, and the vibrations went straight to my prostate. "Oh damn, that's good." "So fucking used," he said. "Just the way I like my holes. Ready for my sperm." "Your virus," I managed to say, between moans of pleasure. "You're going to infect me." "I know," he said. "I fucking love it." "Is it going to hurt?" I asked. He paused for a moment, then looked down at me, over my soft cock, and smooth body. "You know. When I convert?" "It's going to feel amazing tonight," he said. "And that's all that matters." He went back to rimming my hole, lapping out a few more drops of semen. "Want you cleaned up for my load. Make it easy for your hole to accept my very special gift." "Please," I moaned. I was squirming with each stroke of his tongue. I could feel how empty my hole was now. He had sucked out all the loads I had collected. "Fill me up." "Of course, boy," Jon said. "You're going to be initiated. You want it?" He pushed his tongue into my hole one more, then pulled his head back. "Infect me," I moaned. "Please. Make me part of the club." I looked around; I had sunk down in the mattress just enough to see the pentagram surrounding us. Above me was a hairy, horny devil-man, ready to fuck me raw. The devil was carrying HIV. The devil even had AIDS. "Both clubs tonight," Jon said. "It's going to be about pleasure." He lined his cock up with my hole. I was wet from his rimming, and his dick was wet with pre-cum. "Pleasure," I moaned. He pressed his cock against my hole; the head popped in. "Pleasure," he repeated. "And freedom," he said. His cock slid right into my hungry hole.

So much to tell my younger self....embrace your sub/bottom desires, feel no shame and live a sex positive life. Begin your journey serving Alpha men earlier. Lighten up and not take yourself so seriously. Let all the top Alpha men enjoy your hole, so enjoy giving them what they want and begin your sub bdsm training sooner! Sex positive, no shame, AND enjoy every step of your sexuality journey; it keeps turning in new fun directions — don’t be frightened by it!

Good to hear your experiences with slings. I seeded Drew in it again last night. He fukkin loves being seeded in it. This morning he was back in it and I got on my knees and I ate out the boys hole for an hour. I love how it puts my boys hole front and center. He said he'd never felt my tongue so deep inside him. And yeah I fucked another load up him. Dwayne is cumin over tonight and he's going straight in the sling. Drew is gunna breed him first then I'll seed him. I'm looking forward to takin a shot in it myself.

wwcwwc -bbrt/ Boston , better pics

Part 2 I didn’t cum in him. I knew if I did the shame and fear would hit me, so I pulled out and stood there dripping with piss and panting with lust. He stood up and kissed me, his chubby body warm against mine. “My name’s Alex,” He said. “I want your piss later” Then he winked and headed off into the gloom. It was filling up with naked bodies now, mostly older men, and it was beginning to smell of sweat and piss. I found my beer and drained it, then headed off to the toilet. It was a small space with basins and a single cubicle on one side and a steel trough on the other. Two or three guys were in there naked and stroking themselves. An old man sat on the filthy wet floor in the corner, his spindly body wet and dripping. As I came in, he opened his mouth showing blackened and stained teeth and beckoned me over. I stood over him and he grabbed my cock and guided it into his disgusting mouth. He didn’t suck, just held it there and mumbled “piss in it.” I hesitated as the others moved into watch. All my instincts were against it. All the things we are taught as children about using a toilet and not peeing ourselves kicked in but then, with a shudder I let myself go and felt the warm liquid fill his mouth and surround my cock. He guzzled and drank greedily as I pissed and at the same time I felt my inhibitions go and the glorious sensation of being dirty and wicked as I pissed in his mouth. By the time I’d finished, I was hard again and he began to suck me off but, again, I didn’t want to cum so I pulled free of his grasping fingers. I stumbled outside, grabbed another beer and found a stool to sit on as my breathing slowed and my heart stopped pounding. What had I become? I had no real idea what went on here until now. And yet, my cock was still hard and I could feel myself smiling crazily as I thought about what had happened. Someone came and sat on the stool beside me. I turned and saw it was the Asian guy and next to him stood a short, balding man with tit rings and a large scorpion tattoo on his upper arm. “Ok?” Said the Asian man loudly over the music which had been turned up. I nodded and sipped my beer. The bald guy said nothing but stared intently at me. “He’s got a nice arse!” He said to the balding guy. “I came in it earlier.” I blushed and sipped my beer as the man with the scorpion tattoo grinned in a wicked kind of way. His cock was big and fat with a large ring in the end and as he saw me looking, he started to stroke it until it started to stiffen. “Like what you see, mate?” He said in a gruff voice. I didn’t really know what to say and just nodded. The Asian guy leaned close to me and whispered in my ear “You know my cum was poz, don’t you?” I felt my heart lurch. Although the chubby young man had said he was toxic, he could have been winding me up. To hear the man himself tell me and knowing it to be true was something else. And yet….it was exciting to know the risk I was taking. He saw my face and laughed. “He wants it bad, Jim!” Jim’s cock was erect, thick and long with a drool of pre-cum hanging off the cock ring. He took my hand and put it on his penis. “That’s it,” he said. “Give it a good feel. Do you like my poz cock?” My hand trembled as I encircled the heavy, warm erection and touched the heavy steel ring. I couldn’t help stroking it and I felt my control going. “Come on,” Said the Asian guy. “ Come and get fucked.” He got up and led the way towards the toilets. I hesitated, but the balding guy slid his hand over my arse and stuck his finger in me. He must have had some lube because it slid in easily and then he worked it in and out. “Nice.” he said.”Go on then.”

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.

Anal Chlamydia is a tricky one. Many haven't a clue that they have even been infected since it can present without symptoms. To make matters worse there is a more stubborn evil twin that no longer responds to the standard one week treatment of doxycycline but requiring those infected stay the course for 3 weeks instead. Since it can present without symptoms it can go unchecked for quite some time. The best advice I can give and only because I've had it - is to know your body. Know its quirks, how it feels when your doing your morning rituals; do you feel empty when your done or is there a lingering feeling of not having quite finished the job etc. That was my only clue; went on like that for a few weeks. I just knew something wasn't right. Doc took stool, swabs etc; found nothing. I was insistent that there was something amiss. A couple of weeks later had the doctor do a 'peace of mind'/'humour the hypochondriac' swab and a few days later I got the call back that it was chlamydia and lucky me I had to take a 3 week course of doxycycline since it was the evil twin at my party. I've had the doc add it to my routine STD panel of tests so should I have another party crasher show up I might get the heads up sooner rather than later. Had never had it before and it's a tricky fucker that likes to plays hide and seek and even when you do get tested it evades detection ... so know you body.

Have had it twice, first time not any symptoms at all, but the last time it itched something fierce, got to the point where i scratched my bum so much I had developed a sore on my asshole by the time I visited the doctor. Got tested and yep there it was again. Clear now......for now.....

I must have had a mild case of chlam when I had it. Only penile, only annoying itching and a constant dry feeling. Never had discharge. I can't imagine having that itching in my butthole... although I've had THAT. A recent experience of rectal itching was quite literally a pain in the ass. I swear I was digging for gold almost every night. Fortunately a tube of Prep H took care of that nonsense.

For me, my ass would just burn as if I ate something spicy earlier in the day. Not constantly, mostly after using the bathroom. I honestly just thought it was spicy food or that I’d played too aggressively and needed to give my ass a rest. it started to burn more often by the time I got my test results back n got treated.

True. Most guys are 6-7" anyway and as long as it's in working order I am not complaining. If he's bigger than that it's a bonus. A big(ger) dick doesn't automatically mean the sex is better. Some think having a big dick is enough. Not so, it's what you do with it that counts. Had some huge dicks who were lousy tops. Just like I have also seen some lousy bottoms ;-)

In my 30s, I had sex with a hot, superhung, young black man who was totally on the DL. The first time we played I had been sucking him the best I could trying to get him horny enough to go for bareback. When the time came, he put me on my back and started to put a condom on. I told him he didn't have to put it on, but he went ahead. He lubed up and started opening me up with his rubbered-up cock. Just as we were ready to really fuck, he had me rolled up in a ball with my legs over his shoulders. He stopped and looked at me in the eye. Then he looked down as he slid out, pulled off the rubber, and slid back in. I got a hard fuck and a big load. Like I did every time he fucked me.