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I love reading all the hot stories of bareback sex. But I'm finding fewer and fewer stories that are about fun sex that happens to go from condom to bareback and mostly only seeing stories that are about "gifting" or are from the perspective of a top that knew he had an STI and stealthed a bottom that tried to play it safe. So I would love to start a thread that caters towards the more innocent side of making that decision or even stealthing that isn't focused on STI's. For example: I'm a rather safe bottom. I try to make condoms a rule, but I am also easily caught up in the moment. I've fallen for every line in the book and for some reason in the moment I don't hear how obvious it is when a guy is just trying to top me bare. One example would be while I was in film school and I was still in a phase of coming to terms with my sexuality. Thankfully NYC had a thriving community of horny young guys who didn't give a fuck if I was in the closet as long as I was young and fit. I had a roommate who assumed I was 100% straight. So I had to keep my hookups anywhere but our apartment. This particular night I had met at guy at a house party. He was a little older than me, probably 22 at the time. Sexy as hell though, probably 6', in great shape, a natural tan, one of those sexy smiles that shows all his teeth, the "I smoke a lot of weed" eyes. I noticed him checking me out a few times at the party. I tried to avoid him because I knew a lot of people at the party and I could feel my dick twitch every time we made eye contact. At some point my core group of friends were leaving, I told them I was going to use the restroom and then head back to my place. As I exited the building this guy was out on the steps smoking alone. He recognized me and asked me if I wanted in on his weed. I'm not going to say no to free weed. So we smoked and flirt a little, but all subtle stuff despite no one being around. When he finished the last hit though, he leaned over to me and asked, "do you get down?" I knew what he meant because he was not being subtle anymore, he adjusted his dick in his pants as he asked the question. I grinned at him and just kind of bobbed my head "yes". "Your place?" he asked looking up and down the street. I let out a little laugh, "no...my roommate will be home and he..." "He's not cool," my new friend cut me off. He adjusted himself in his pants, "we can go to mine...I'm over on the west side though" he warned as if I would bail after getting that information. In a bit of a haze we walked about twenty blocks up and a few avenues over. He didn't even hesitate to bring me into his building, I on the other hand was constantly looking around to make sure I didn't notice anyone I knew. He failed to mention it was a five floor walkup, but when we got into his studio my glutes were burning to be stretched out. No sooner had the door been locked he stripped off his shirt to reveal a finely toned torso, pecks that you only get from playing basketball. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips then pulled back to make sure that was ok. I pushed in on his lips, going from 0 to 100 instantly. Clothes flying off as we kissed and touched the 8 feet from the door to the double bed against the wall. He yanked my pants down to my ankles and I fell back to the bed as he lifted both my legs so he could finish getting my jeans off leaving me in my white briefs. He stood there looking at me, so I sat up and unbuttoned his pants, the zipper revealing his black boxer-briefs. Before I could pull his pants down, he stepped back, kicking off his own pants and tossed them to the side. He grabbed my head and pulled me into his crotch, his dick already hard but hiding behind the thin fabric. I put my mouth on what was obviously the head, he pulled down the underwear and the massive 7" of cut meat smacked me in the face. I put it in my mouth, gagging almost instantly, but with effort got a few inches down. It didn't take long before he pulled out and pushed me back onto the bed, placing himself between my legs, spreading them as he came in to kiss me some more. I was so horny, I wanted this sexy guy inside me and from the way he was grinding on me I could tell he was more than ready. He sat up, hooked his fingers into my briefs and pulled them down, leaving my legs on his shoulders as he dropped the underwear off to the side of the bed. He spat on his hand and rubbed it into my hole, then slowly pushed a finger in. I let out a soft moan. He reached under his bed pulling out a little basket that had condoms, lube, poppers and some other things I didn't recognize. Handing me the poppers I watched him tear open a condom and roll it onto his dick. He uncapped the lube as I uncapped the poppers and took a couple hits. Stroking his now slick dick, "you ready?" he smiled. I took another hit, feeling a little nervous, I nodded yes as I breathed out. Rubbing the tip up and down my crack he felt his way to my hole then pushed the tip in. I winced and took in a a gasp of air. "You ok?" he asked. I nodded, "give me a second," I told him. He kissed my calf on his shoulder, rubbing my now soft dick with his other hand. I took another hit of the poppers, then another and he took the bottle from me and took a nice long hit. Slowly he started to push the rest of the way in, the initial pain was already subsiding and the familiar pleasure was taking it's place with the help of the poppers. He bottomed out with a moan, "fuck you're tight," he half laughed and then kissed me. He build up a slow rhythm, not trying to fuck me as much as he was trying to loosen me up with each thrust. "Oh fuck," I moaned as he bottomed out a little deeper every time. "You like that dick?" he asked kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. "Fuck yes," I told him feeling it hit that magical spot inside me. "You're so fucking tight dude," he said thrusting a little harder, then sitting up and stopped all together. I looked at him as he remained motionless inside me but started to stroke my dick that was again rock hard. "What?" I asked, as he smiled at me. He let out a little laugh, "I'm just trying not to cum too fast." We both laughed at that. I took another hit of the poppers and he gave a slow but forceful thrust, "Fuck," he moaned and kept fucking, a little harder and a little faster with every thrust. "I'm getting close," he warned. It felt so good, I didn't want it to end. He pulled out and ripped off the condom, jerking his hard dick, smiling at me. "Fuck dude," he said, beating himself off. I started to jerk myself off to catch up. "Are you close?" he asked, almost out of breath, slipping a finger into my hole, then drooling out some spit so his finger wasn't so dry inside me. "Fuck that feels good," I said, beating my dick even harder, flexing my ass around his finger, inching my way closer to an orgasm. "Yeah?" he asked, jerking himself a little slower now. He pulled his finger out and jerked his dick against my hole, the head gently massaging the pucker. "Fuck that feels good," I moaned. My legs fallen down to his hips, my toes curling from all the pleasure. "Yeah, you like this dick," he said, rubbing a little more than the head in as he jerks himself off. I let out a soft moan, "fuck dude..." I trailed off, rocking my hips on his dick head. I looked at him, that sexy smile as he rocked his hips ever so slightly, stroking his dick into my hole, his eyes met mine and I just smiled back. I took a quick hit of the poppers and passed them to him. He took a hit and passed them back, "shit man, you want a few more strokes?" he asked like he was doing me a favor. I took another hit, my head spinning, I just nodded "yes" and he pushed slowly all the way into me. "Fuuuuuck," we both moaned feeling his raw dick sliding all the way inside me. "That feels so good," he said, holding himself there. He leaned in and kissed me, I wrapped my arms around him and he started to thrust his dick in and out while our tongues danced. He only gave me a few more deep strokes before he broke our kiss to tell me, "I'm close," sitting up and really long stroking his dick into me. I started to jerk off hard and fast, "Me too," I said. "Want me to pull out?" he said thrusting faster and shorter. Before I could say anything he thrust all the way in and blew his load, "Oh shiiiit," he said flexing inside me, sending me over the edge. My own dick erupting all over my stomach. "Oh fuck," I said, twitching feeling both of our orgasms. He collapsed on top of me, one last kiss and rolled off. "Fuck..." he panted, "that was...so fucking good," he tried to catch his breath. "Oh man..." was all I could say, shaking a little from the intensity of our sex. We showered and I went home shortly after exchanging numbers. He text me about a half hour after I left to let me know how much he enjoyed my ass and wanted to get some more soon. I sent him back a wink. It was the beginning of a regular booty call.

STORY-TIME: I recently had a bit of that fantasy, experienced in the flesh. APRIL 14th 2021 Hooked up with a new dude, random stranger on BBRT, said he was a poz dude all into the 'piggy things' and I was still spun and very horny from earlier that day being a total whore with my bestie. My bestie right about that time I was going for MORE cock on the internet, INSATIABLE, past midnight, was suddenly calling me and 'acting crazy again' (like he does every few weeks) like a possessed demon, rambling paranoid delusions of somebody who can't handle their party drugs. He blows clouds all day long and then gets freaked out, probably after slamming himself, but that just speculation. He always says to me: "Quit being a a Nancy!" when after SO MANY hits of the pipe (way more than I see guys doing in chem-porn) I say: "OK I'm good now! No more for me!" But he is a hottie, very seductive and manipulative and we had fucked that day like we have done for the past few years, OFF THE CHART for me, in the sluttiest most promiscuous manner that I have become to expect as my NEW NORMAL to push my buttons. Bottom-line: IT was a great fuck day, spun out of my mind, not slammed though! We spent that way the whole earlier part of the day, me taking his neverending loads and poundings without lube and hesitation. One load after another wondering if TODAY is or WHEN the day would come when my tina-dick would magically become the EVER-READY marathon fuck-tool that the demons bless my bestie with. He always says it psychological (he is nuts though) and one day my 'tolerance' would allow me to 'break through'... So the ranting and raving on the phone ALMOST was a buzz-kill but I was on a mission: to have pozitively UNSAFE SEX, the forbidden potentially-poisonous RAW oyster treat that makes some guys squirm and others ask for MORE... Well, not sure what I expected; it was a bit of a let-down seeing the average-looking stranger with a bit too much flab and kinda living in a 'starter-kit' hoarder sort-of-way. But I was horny and by then getting off on me being such a random WHORE! Nice dick though, cut, rugged and leathery, no novice part-time fucker. And he liked what I was working with: pierced dick, nipples and ears, and MUCH leaner and smoother than him! And the contrast turns me on! Next thing I know he is breeding me using all sort of hardcore poz-talk, about... 'you need to take more poz seed, take more STRAINS and corrupt lots of new recruits! Initiate them to THE DARK DIDE! You need to become an aggressive pozzer!' I think he that's what he said and more things that would make a sailor's ears turn red, suggestive of what sounded like it would be breaking laws in all of the 50 states of the Union and if I attempted to quote I would probably get me in deep trouble if I repeated any of it on here. So I'll leave it to your imagination. Let's just say as I was drifting between confusion and arousal, I was thinking: "Say what? Do what? Is that what he just said? (barely audible, in a demonic chant, under his breath with that) Whoa, YIKES!" (Am I imaging things now like my bestie does?) "YOU should ALWAYS wear the PA when breeding {tearing up) new converts!" were the tamer things he said as his vulgar precum-dripping mushroom cock teased and pre-lubed my hole and he was speaking as though all the words were ritual, perverse 'incantations' to bring me under a dark spell. He kept this up (hot poz talk) while he fucked me and played with my pierced nipples as though the devil told him the secret of how to get me off... Really, it felt as if everything he was saying was demonic and very corrupting! AND WORKING! Oddly, something happened I would have never expected. I got a raging hardon and fucked him, enjoying every bit of my sudden villainous vigor, as my big 2-gauge PA was tugging hard on my dick as I was inside his demon-slut hole. He had a gaping fuck-slit that must have been the work of LOTS of cocks and been conditioned by fisting or sex tools. Ever since hooking up with that CORRUPTOR, I have been beating off to pictures of guys seductively flaunting their holes... and getting especially hard for the super-slutty ones! Who are proud of their promiscuity and their past scores...

Sunday after having been locked in my cock cage for a week already and a buddy holding my keys for two more weeks I was a bit horny. A guy from Sniffies hit me up but couldn't host so we agreed to meet at a bookstore. I got there about 10 minutes late and went into a booth and he immediately followed me in and unzipped, pulling out a super thick 7" cock. I dropped my pants and sucked him a bit and as I pulled out the lube he said he didn't want to fuck. I kept sucking and he re positioned me so my ass was in front of the glory hole. About a minute later I felt a not-well-lubed cock slide up my hole and start fucking. He must have noticed a change because in another minute he asked "Is someone fucking you?" I stopped sucking long enough to say there was. He reached between me and the wall and felt the guys cock going in and out and mumbled "So hot!". I pulled off the cock long enough to strip the condom off and settle back onto it. The guy fucking picked up his pace and lasted about 2 minutes more before unloading in me. When he pulled out I stopped sucking, turned around and sunk down onto the cock of my meet up. He fucked hard for about 2 minutes and shot in me. As he was pulling up his pants, another cock was tentatively poking through the glory hole. My guy aimed my ass at the cock and exited the booth. Another 2 minutes the guy on the other side of the wall was dropping his kids in me. I pulled up my pants and left the building with my caged cock leaking like crazy down the front of my leg and 3 mixed loads leaking down the back my leg in my pants. Good thing I had camo cargos on so it wouldn't be noticeable. As I got on the freeway, the guy I was meeting there texted to apologize for being late and said he'd be there in 10. lol In the dim light I thought I'd met him.

There's a twink on Grindr that messages me every couple of weeks. Hides his face but his profile is full of "nobody message me unless you're over 9 Inches" comments and wording, have told him repeatedly I don't meet his criteria and i'm not interested,, yet every couple of weeks he sends and message or a tap. Even blocking the profile doesn't work as he creates new ones. While I can certainly appreciate the lust for cock, I find it annoying when you get fussy size queens who are so rigid that they will only take a XL dick, but at the same time constantly message guys that don't meet their criteria.

I really started chasing about a year ago, back then it was me taking a prep vacation and taking loads from anyone that would give me one. Over the past few months I’ve had a sexual awakening, if you will. I went from prep vacationer to stoping prep completely. I hit so many people up on BBRT and Scruff due to keywords I noticed in their profiles. I began to not really expect a response, but I finally got one… A month went by of chatting daily where we shared our deepest darkest desires. I gained a better understanding of the chase, and what I’m getting myself into. He put me through a rigorous examination via dialogue before he even agreed to convert me. I had to prove I was willing and fully understood how this would change my life forever both medicated and unmedicated. We finally met up with no intentions of playing, just an in-person discussion of our goals individually and together. I met him as he got off work. We talked in my car for a while, I wasn’t keeping track of time. He invited me back to his place to talk further and I agreed. I followed him to his apartment. Within ten minutes I was heels to Jesus begging for him to poz me. That night I took my first toxic load after being off prep for approximately 30 days. I get a message the next morning apologizing because he didn’t keep his word regarding our “no sex” agreement and concern that I would be regretting what took place. After reassuring him and a lot of conversation about my desires to become POZ. We scheduled another date for a couple days later and it wasn’t your typical meet up. I’d been wanting a PA for sometime, and the only time I could get scheduled with a piercer was during our date. Which totally ruined my plans for sex, but it gave us time to get to know each other. He continued to fuck me on a regular basis for the next few weeks. Being a couple of depraved freaks we even slammed his blood into my veins. One afternoon he let me cut repeatedly into his chest with a scalpel. I cut into mine on the opposite side and we pressed our bleeding bodies against each other and kissed more passionately than any two people have. He stared into my eyes, “Suck it until your mouth is full, but don’t swallow.” When I pulled my lips away from his chest he bent down and sucked his blood from my mouth. He flipped me over, spit on his dick and fucked me with our blood and spit for lube. He pressed and fingered his chest working his tongue around the wound until he has slurped enough to spit more onto his dick and kept fucking me. When we kissed our bloods pressed between our lips and cheeks. By the time he came inside me we looked like vampire characters from Buffy.

I like how he begged for that load!

If this guy is climbing the ladder, he's bound to have a gay subordinate at some point. If you have the power to do so, I'd make further advancement contingent upon diversity and inclusion training. If you can't pull that off, then I'd at least set up a meeting where you and HR have a talk with him - if he indeed gets the promotion - where you discuss the operational (and reputational) risk of the company getting sued over discriminatory practices, sexual harassment or creating a hostile work environment. I know it's tempting to want to follow the path of least resistance here, but as a gay black man and a leader, you do have some responsibility to do everything in your power not to be an enabler in this situation. If the gossiper is fabricating it all, it still would not hurt for the guy to understand the role of D&I in building and managing high performing teams. One more thing: you will feel some kind of way if this guy ends up being your boss one day or is in a position to directly affect your career. You shouldn't be apathetic just because he hasn't clocked that you're a fag...yet.

Last weekend at a truck-stop/lay-by. There’s a nice wooded area behind the road and guys come, park up and cruise. My usual cruising tactic....jeans down, bent over a bench with ass out and head down. Fucked by 5 guys and 3 of them gave me a load. One guy insisted on using a rubber but he liked the fact I kept it and put his load up my ass. He even came back later to show my ass to a mate! It all ended when it Started raining and all the guys disappeared, I’d have carried on of course but I left satisfied. Anyway.

I have three things to report only one of which is technically a load. A guy hit me up on Grindr last week right at 5:00. We have talked several times, and he seems reluctant to bareback. That meant I haven't pushed too hard to meet. He asked me if was needing some relief here at the end of the semester. I said sure, and he offered to come suck me off. Normally, I am not that into getting head, but it sounded like fun. He came up to my office and proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs ever. We ended up swapping head (he has a frenum piercing which was hot to play with) and nipple work. I actually got him to fuck me bare for a while, but the a/c wasn't on in my office. The sun was coming in the windows, and it got too hot to finish. We are supposed to have another go. He promised to "paint my insides white" next time. Last night, I actually made a connection on A4A, so I guess it isn't completely useless yet. Young black guy with a nice BBC. He lives about an hour away. I am going to be in his town for my PrEP checkup next week, so we are going to meet up then. About an hour ago, I got hit up by the short, young black guy who I have been giving head for years. He came over and he fucked my face while he worked my nips. At one point, he grabbed my hands and moved them around to his ass. He's got fucking buns of steel. It was nice to feel his hot booty while he finished in my throat.

Ultimate Stealth Being an independent contractor, I have to go where the work is, and I accepted a six month contract to work in Tampa, FL. I hired my partner to be my helper in the work, as I commonly do when I have to work out of town. We are each Poz, and we are nearing the point where we will need to go on meds, as our counts are getting high. But I expect we have about a year of still being potent. I tell you this because we enjoy being gifters, openly or by stealth. We’ve each knocked up about 20 men, and we were talking about how we might get that number higher during the time we were on contract. We decided to create new profiles on all the sex sites we use, new screen names, and to list ourselves as Neg and Safe Sex Only. We found a nice apartment on North Dale Mabry and rented sufficient furniture and made the second bedroom into our playroom, installing the one piece of furniture from home we had to bring with us, our big sling. This has seen years of use, and we are so glad we got the springs that make hard fucking such a pleasure. We also have a big mirror that we mount on top, not the little fish eye mirror some sites offer, but one almost as big as the sling stand itself. If the spotlight we clamp on the side is in the right place, the bottom can watch that cock disappear in his ass just like he was watching porn. So many men tell us that is one of the things they enjoy when we fuck them, after our big thick cocks. I think mine is thicker, but Johnny’s is just a bit longer, with a nice point that seeks out second sphincters so well. I don’t need to tell you how much we love to tag team breed in that sling. Each will fuck till he gets close, then the other takes over, and the fuck seems to go on forever. Plus we like to keep the head of the sling low, so the mouth of the bottom is at cock level. He can just turn his head and keep the next fucker sucked up hard and slick. Now eventually any breeding top will spew in his bottom’s hole, and then the other gets to fuck in his cum and plant his load on top. I love to pop a tight hole open and fuck him till I plant my load, but I also love to slide in on the warm blanket of another man’s cum. Seeing that white ring of cum around my shaft as I fuck is as much a turn-on as that marvelous feel of warm cum as the lube, a warm glove around my shaft as I fuck and breed ass. There is no better fuck lube than another man’s cum. And after I plant my load I always present my cummy cock to the bottom, so he can suck it clean and get to taste the cum of the various men that have given him their loads. I’m sure most of you know the pleasure and excitement of finding a Neg bottom that wants to convert. He will be so excited about it that he’s practically fucking himself on your Poz cock. The first man I ever knocked up was stiff as a poker the whole fuck, and when I told him it was the moment of conversion when he felt my Poz cock spasm in his ass, filling him with my poison seed, his cock exploded and shot cum over his head without him touching it. I’ve done lots of conversion scenes, and they all make me stiff thinking about them. But the ones that make my stiff cock drip are the ones I fucked and bred that didn’t know I was Poz and giving them dirty loads. I think stealth gifters are probably the dirtiest fuckers I know. And the worst ones are the ones that pass themselves off as Neg and Safe. And I guess that makes me a really dirty fucking bastard, ‘cause that’s what I do. So we got moved in and set up and found the local places, but as usual, most of the action came off the net. In order to set it up, we made sure to buy a big box of condoms, something we’ve never had to do before. And we got gloves for fisting, something else we’ve never had to do. But buying them was not nearly as bad as having to use them. But it was necessary to set the scene, so we did it. We had many men over and made sure they were safe as they did for us, and we were very careful to always use rubbers when we fucked them, and gloves for the few that wanted to fist. And after a month, we had a pretty good clientele. We had discussed how we might make the change from safe to raw play, and we decided we would wait and let the bottoms ask first, so we wouldn’t show our hand in the game. And sure enough, after about a month, they began to ask. And we refused, as that was not safe. We wanted to wait until about six weeks before we were to leave to begin playing raw, so that if anyone tested Poz, we would be long gone by that time. And the plan worked perfectly. The bottoms kept asking, can’t we play raw, since we’re all safe, and we used the standard speech, we don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve played with, and they used the standard speech, only the bottom is at risk, the tops never get it, only bottoms get AIDS fucked up their ass. So slowly, about three months into the game, we began to give in. We would fuck safe with a man for the first loads, and then play raw at the end, when we were mostly out of cum and it was very unlikely that anyone would be infected. But we also began to plan our big party. By this time we had our targets in mind. Besides the single men, there was one Daddy that had a Boy and sometimes would bring some other Boys along. We wanted to nail Daddy, if possible, so if we didn’t get his Boys, he would, as he would often breed them, knowing they didn’t play raw with other men. So six weeks prior to the end of my contract, we set up the party. In our regular play we let them bring up the possibility of making this a bareback party, as we were all safe. And of course we refused at first, finally giving in to them. “OK, if that’s what you want, since we know we are all safe, we will do it bareback.” The week prior we both had to be good and not fuck with each other or anyone else, so our balls would be as full of dirty Poz cum as possible. We set the party for a Saturday night, and invited Daddy and his Boy, and he would bring two other Boys, so we each could have one to start with, and then trade around. And the times we were with Daddy prior to this, we made sure to include him in the rimming, so he was accustomed to us rimming his ass, just to warm him up or while he was fucking. After a while he got to enjoy it, which is what we wanted. When it got to the point that he would offer us his ass for rimming just before he would start to fuck his Boy, we knew we had our man. When the given Saturday arrived, we skipped dinner after a light lunch and took Viagra, so we knew we would stay UP for all the action ahead of us. By the time the men arrived we were both about to bust to breed ass, so after we’d all had a beer and gotten naked, we were very glad when the Boys started to suck the Dads. And we made sure to rim all the Boys well, so that rimming became part of the fuck ritual. I was fortunate to get Daddy’s Boy first; Johnny got one of the others and Daddy got the odd Boy out. I got Daddy’s Boy in the sling and made sure he had his poppers as I ate his ass, and I ate it even longer than normal, so he was begging for my dick. And all that spit made it easy to slide home raw in that cute tight ass. He really was a great Boy for Dad, but all I was thinking about at this point was trying not to spurt too early. I wanted to give him a long hard fuck and wear his ass out good, so the Poz cum I would inject would take. So I started out slow and easy, and then would build it up and really begin to pound his ass, which he loves, and then I would back off and play with his ass lips on the head of my cock, again till he would beg me to fuck him hard. After several times of soft and easy and then hard pounding, I knew I was getting to the point that I couldn’t take it much longer. I looked around and saw Johnny fucking one of the Boys on the bed, and Daddy had another Boy on the opposite side, so the Boys were kissing each other while the Dads had their legs over their shoulders. I think Dad hit the point of no return first and planted his load. “Damn, don’t it feel good to breed a Boy’s ass!” he shouted as he spurted his load. And about that time Johnny let go his dirty load, and he just looked at me and smiled that dirty breeder look while he dumped his poison load in. So it was my turn, and I increased my tempo and fucked that Boy as hard as I’ve ever fucked any man, and felt my dirty cock spew as I gave him the poison load that he will never forget. He was telling me how good it felt to have a man cum in his ass, but he was preaching to the choir; I’ve heard that so many times, and I’ve told every one of them, once you take a load raw, you’ll never want another rubber in your ass, you want cum! We all had to take a break after that, so we sat around drinking beer and smoking till the Boys started sucking dick again. I had told Johnny beforehand that we would each knock up a Boy, and then in the next round, he would knock up the Boy that didn’t get any Poz cum the first time, and I would go after Dad. So Johnny went after the Boy that still needed his Poz load, and Dad went after the one that got Johnny’s load, and that left me with Dad’s Boy again. I was letting him suck me and playing with his ass; he knew I had already had him, so he was biding time till Johnny could have a turn at his ass. But I was aiming for Dad. I got down behind Dad as he was fucking the Boy with the Poz cum in his ass, and began to rim him as he fucked ass. He pulled out a little to give me a better target, as he knew the rimming helped him get stiff to fuck again. And then he resumed fucking, and with the help of the rimming, it wasn’t long before he planted his second load. This time when the Boys went out with Johnny for beer and smoke time, I made sure that Dad stayed back, as I sucked his cock clean and just generally made him feel comfortable on the bed. I had him lie back with his legs over the end of the bed, and finished tongue cleaning up his bush and balls, and then I put his legs on my shoulders and began to rim him again. I knew this would turn him on, and despite having planted two loads in a relatively short time, he was beginning to get stiff again. Funny thing, a man’s tongue in your asshole will do that to you. So I’m slobbering all over his ass and making love to his hole, and he raised his legs off my shoulders to give me better access. I couldn’t have asked for a better path to my target. At the edge of the bed I had put a small container of Crisco, and I was greasing my cock up, and despite having planted a load earlier, the thought of knocking up Daddy had my cock stiff and dripping. So when Daddy was holding his legs up and moving his ass on my tongue, I knew this was my chance. I got up as quickly as I could, and I stuck my greasy cockhead up his ass. The pop of the cockhead parting ass sure got his attention, so I leaned over him to begin kissing him, pressing his legs to his chest, and forcing my cock up his ass. I had greased up well, so I just slid home after popping open that tight hole. He was trying to protest and get me off, but I was telling him how wonderful he was, what a man he was, all the things you say to a man to get in his ass. And I think he was actually enjoying it, as he started kissing me back and stopped resisting as I began to work my cock in till I was balls deep. I imagine Daddy had been fucked before, as just about every gay man has been at some point in his life. He may not like it, but he will accept it. I always say “When you open your body to the root of his manhood, both receive pleasure!” And though I may not enjoy having the shit fucked out of me, I do like to feel a man inside me sometimes. And having the Boys out of the room removed any feel of shame he might have felt if his Boy had been there watching. And after I got going I could tell he was getting into it, even though I bet he would never admit it. But my problem was how excited I was; I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer, as I was so hot to breed this man with my Poz cum. So our fuck was not long, but I ended it with a very hot and heavy slap-ass breeding that I hoped would do the job. I sure did enjoy watching his face filled with pleasure as I filled his ass with my poison cum. One of the problems with stealth breeding is you get too excited doing it and cum too soon. When I pulled out I felched around his ass to clean up any drips, so that the Boys wouldn’t see he had taken a load, but I didn’t suck any Poz cum out, I wanted it to stay in there and take hold. I suggested we go join the others after a last kiss and thanks for a hot fuck. We went in and found the Boys about to drag Johnny back in for another round, so we let them go play for a while I had a smoke and Dad had a beer. Then after a long enough pause to recharge, we went back in. Johnny was fucking Dad’s Boy in the sling and the other two were fucking each other, but when we came back in they untangled and the one I had not yet fucked sucked me and I got in him while the other did the same to Dad. I think each Boy had two loads by this point, and I had fired so hard and deep that I doubted I had any cum left, but I had a stiff Viagra dick that was loving fucking in the cum in his kid’s ass and I did my best to work it in good and hard, even if I couldn’t add any more but a dribble of demon seed into it. We finally gave up late in the night/early morning, and Dad and the Boys left us to collapse and recuperate. But before they left we made plans for a going away party the last Saturday we were to be there. And what a party that was. Dad came back with the two Boys, and we invited all the men we had been fucking raw, and they all came except one that had the flu (we hoped it was the Poz fuck flu). Johnny and I held off the week prior, again so that our balls were full, and we tried to nail the ones we were not sure of. There were a couple of guys with the sniffles, so we were getting out of town just in time. After we left as many men as possible dripping our poison cum, we packed up the sling and stole away in the night, deleting our profiles and our screen names and changing our email addresses and profiles back to what they had been before: Poz breeders, dirty raw fuckers, only plant our loads, no condoms allowed! And if you’re interested in converting, talk to us! Jerry Prince 11/9/12

Personally I think putting hard criteria like 'must be over 9 inches' or 'must be under 45' in a profile is counter productive as it puts guys off who might otherwise be an awesome shag. I wonder if guys like your Grindr Twink write their profiles with what they want their ideal hookup to be like, but in the absence of perfection, they'll settle for something a little less? The other thing is, particularly on fetish sites like Recon or NKP when people make a 'list' of things they're into it can work two ways - reading the list you might see one or two things you're not into and think it's not a match. That's a negative way of looking at these things... I look at the list and think, hey we match six out of ten things, so we can have plenty of fun. But I think I'm in the minority here...? It reminds me of a personal development workshop on CVs sometime ago where we were advised to write what we want to do or can do, not what we are currently doing. If you're growing, you don't want a job doing the same thing as you're currently doing, you need a CV that stretches you but with out being fictional. Is that what's going on with online profiles too?

Lost a great friend to Leukaemia yesterday. He was one of the kindest, sweetest, friendliest most loved men I've ever known. He was also a proud gay man, a dedicated nudist and a very enthusiastic and talented barebacker. Always naked at home and anywhere else he could be, he fucked me raw many times in public or if at his home it was always with lights on and curtains wide open. I'll always remember the time we drove naked from his house in London to Bristol. He loved it when I called him Daddy. I know it's not to everyone's taste but my Daddy would LOVE to be remembered as a hung naked stud, breeding my ass. He'd love to know you were tugging your cock looking at these pics of him fucking me bareback.

First meeting with a hot little gay ftm who's already cheating on his bf, and being a cum slut behind his back. His faceless Grindr pro said he wanted cum so I volunteered. He had a great time working a couple of my loads into that pretty wet hole, saying "cum in me, daddy!" so I did. Twice. Next time I'm planning to invite him to go with to an ABS to see how much cum he can get before I breed him.

Not promoting somebody based on hearsay is a no-no. Whether he is, or isn’t is a moot point. When at work, if he does his job, meets the metrics and does his job well he deserves the promotion as long as his personality fits. if he is actively promoting anti-gay, bigoted stuff while at work that is an issue. You cannot rely on hearsay. And if word got out he was denied a promotion due to his sexual beliefs, it won’t be good.

Earlier today I took 3 huge loads from a 8in bear. He told me to push them out into a cup and save them for the next time he comes to breed me.

So I wanted to share my last load taken of course in my ass but it was so incredibly hot I felt selfish not to share it with all of you. Also being my first ever hookup on sniffies. I was talking to a 45yo bear type daddy very discreet married guy with a very nice thick 7 inch cock, we talked a little and I found out he likes to breed. Right then I was on board, so we set up a time actually just an hour ago. So we set up a meet spot in a neighboring town, just before I leave to meet him he asks if I'm ok with fucking in a church bathroom, he goes on to say he works part time there and has keys to get in, my mind melted I thought to myself OMG I'm about to take a hot load from a hot daddy in a church, of course I said yes that's fine. We meet up in the next town and I followed him to the church, we get out and there's people apparently working right where we parked, I thought again how risky is this omg. We walked past the worker like nothing and over to the next building where he unlocked the door, we then went inside and a very short distance to the bathroom of choice. It was small but had plenty of room to bend or of kneel down, we both undressed and I immediately went down to my knees and began sucking him, his cock grew fast and was rock hard in just a few seconds. I could tell he was extremely horny to fuck my ass and load it up, he asked me to stand up so he could get inside of me I very much obliged him and turned around to bend over and spread my ass he slid inside with ease not even needing to lube I brought. He fucked me for a few minutes it was rather quick but was so amazing hot I didn't care that he was already cumming in my hole, after he came I turned back around and went down on my knees again to clean his cock off we got dressed and kissed for another minute then he escorted me out of the building. The whole experience was like a dream come true almost, I hope some of you find this as exciting as I did.

I'd fled to NYC at 18 from my home town in Michigan. Suffice it to say, I didn't fit in. We were poor and my parents were frankly backwards. I didn't have much going for me but spunk and a desire to make it work. I landed in a crappy room in Greenpoint in 2005. I made ends meet, or didn't, and made myself into a little new Yorker. I dated a little, not very successfully, and never in proportion to my horniness. I met a girl online, Amanda. We had sex and then got a drink. I was skinny, she was chubby. Neither was exactly beautiful. But we clicked and fucked for the next 3 months. Every position, every hole, relentlessly. It was amazing. We moved in together into an awful place in the Les. Our first night in the new place, she pegged me. It was glorious. I wanted it all the time and she gamely obliged, with only a few gay jokes. But it was true, at least in part. I started thinking about having gay sex. About a cock getting hard to fuck me and softening after pumping it's load. I got rattled and steered our sex life in a less queer direction. Really, this only made things worse. *** One Friday I was horny and signed up for a gay hookup site. I posted some pics Amanda had taken, including one of my ass lubed for her strap-on. I got a lot of responses, including from a guy like 3 blocks away. Amanda got hung up at work and I decided to go for it. I headed to his apartment and rang the buzzer. I figured the guy lived alone and instead embarrassed myself with his roommate. (He didn't even tell me his name! I figured I didn't need it.) Anyway. I got up to the 4th floor walkup and said hi to the 3 gay guys in the living room, who mostly laughed. Whatever. Steve motioned to his room and we went inside. I told him I was a bottom but inexperienced. He got me naked and had his cock in my mouth, pronto. I sucked as best I could and also pushed him back as he thrust in too deep for me. The second time he flipped me over and grabbed some lube. He slicked up his bare dick and then grabbed poppers. Brand new to me, I obeyed when he told me to take a sniff. I relaxed and he pushed into my tight hole. Fuck I was glad Amanda had turned me into an eager bottom. I took him easily, jerking my cock as he fucked me. I shot a load into his comforter. He followed soon after, shooting a massive load in and around my asshole. I decided I'd better grasp the nettle. I texted Amanda. "So I got fucked in the ass by a guy just now."

I finally did it! I've been a huge fan of this site for years and this is my first posting. Today, I woke up horny AF and downloaded Grindr. My boyfriend is out of town so my plan was just to chat up a few guys, exchange pics fantasize and jack off. I don't have a profile pic and don't want anyone on Grindr knowing who I really am or that I'm on there....not to mention, I don't want anything getting back to my bf. A blank profile saying 'discreet' messaged me 'what's up' and I asked if he was a top or bottom. Top... yes! I send him a pic of my ass and he sends his cock. It's nice and thick, about 7 inches. He says he is 28 and I'm 35. He asks if I can host... and my brain is starting to race. After some nervous thought, I say yes ( after all...the bf is out of town 😈). I ask him if he wants to just walk inside, find me bent over the kitchen counter, fuck my ass then go. At this point, I'm still toying with the idea that I'm not going to follow through with this. He says I'll be there at 1:15, what's your address? I need to be quick. I'm thinking FUCK! Am I really going to do this? Then he adds that he wants to find me naked and blindfolded. I take some time to think and he asks again...need address can come now. My head is spinning and my heart is racing. I type in my address then hit send before I can give it another thought. Fuck! What did I just do? He says to me, feel free to have a toy inside and just be naked and blindfolded. By the time I go get a tie to blindfold myself and a dildo from the bedroom, I see a car pulling up. Shit! I quickly take my pants off and wrap the tie around my eyes and bend over the counter just as I can hear him open the front door. I can barely breathe at this point! and my cock is rock hard and my hole is twitching with excitement. He walks up to me, feels my ass, rubs his hands up and down my back and mumbles to himself 'nice'. Then he takes the dildo, puts some lube on it and proceeds to press it slowly into my hole. I'm in heaven! My mind is racing and I can't stop thinking about how this stranger's cock is going to be next! After a few pumps of the dildo, he is ready. He pulls the dildo out and replaces it with his long, hard, warm cock. My mind is spinning out of control! I'm bent over my kitchen counter and have an absolute stranger's cock inside my butt! I can't freaking believe it, I am SO turned on! I don't know anything about this man except that I've seen a close up picture of his cock and I take his word that he is 28. I have no idea what he looks like, his weight, height, his name, nothing. And here I am with his cock buried deep inside me! WOW! This is SUCH a head rush! He is moaning and enjoying himself using my hole and I am dripping precum, afraid to even touch my cock! After a few minutes, he moves me over to the couch and has me on all fours with my ass hanging off the chaise lounge part. Slowly, he sinks his big, hard cock back inside me. I know he said he didn't have much time so I figured he would be quick. We didn't really talk about it but I figured he would ask me where I wanted him to cum or pull out and blow his load all over my back. All of the sudden, he stops pumping, groans and I feel his cock expand and a torrent of his cum starts shooting HARD inside the walls of my ass. I have never been so turned on in my life! He didn't ask me permission to cum inside me at all, he just took what he wanted. I was so turned on that I immediately came without touching my cock (first time in my entire life!). He slowly pulls out and says thanks, pats my ass and heads for the door. My head is spinning! What the fuck did I just do!?!? I freaking LOVED IT! He was in and out in under 7 minutes. A few minutes later, I message him on Grindr to tell him thanks, that was so HOT! He said "I agree! Lets do it again sometime". I reply with 'what about tomorrow'? He said 'same time?' I'm in heaven!

I got to suck this cute 24 year old in my building a few weeks ago. He's attached, I'm attached, and while he's wanted my ass ever since I swallowed his gorgeous cock, we just haven't been able to coordinate a meet-up in my secret spot. Until this morning. And it went even better than I had ever hoped! He and I had started talking last night about meeting up while he sent his bf to pick up coffee. Then, this morning, a top friend hit me up on Grindr asking if I was free. Didn't take long for my horny brain to concoct a scene! I confirmed that the guy in my building loves fucking a cummy hole, and once I knew that, I invited my Grindr friend to load me up first. We all coordinated the times; the guy in my building wanted me one-on-one the first time, promising we can do a full-on threesome next time. So my Grindr friend arrived. I walked him to my spot, undressed, and bent over. He ate my ass first, getting it all slick while I huffed my brown bottle. He squirted some lube on my hole and then on his cock, and in no time he had slid in balls-deep. He likes to fuck in long, slow grinding motions and it feels amazing to have him in my ass! I knew he had been saving his load all week in the hopes that we could meet, and sure enough it did not take him long before he whispered, "I'm cumming!" I squeezed my hungry sphincter tight lest I lose any of the manjuice he was pumping into me. At last he slid out, and as has become my custom, I spun around and took his cock in my mouth to clean him off. As he dressed, I messaged the other guy - the one from my building - that I was loaded and ready. He needed to wait a few more minutes to make sure his bf was gone, then messaged me that he was on his way. This time, in accordance with his request, I waited on all 4's on the cold concrete floor, my cum-filled ass pointed at the door. He came in and locked the door behind him, and I heard him take his pants off. I heard him stroke his cock a few times and then he, too, was inside me, my slicked-up hole welcoming that gorgeous, rock-hard 7-incher for the first time. He crouched behind me and began to pound me mercilessly. The precum ran in streams from my cock, pooling on the floor below me. Then, without making a sound, I felt his cock begin to do the dance that meant he was pumping his load - my second in the last 20 minutes - into me. I squeezed tight again, feeling him spasm a few more times as he slowly withdrew. Before I could make my move, he ordered, "Clean it off." I happily complied, then resumed my position on all 4's until I heard the door close behind him. With that, I locked the door and got dressed to head back to my place. I wiped up the excess dribbles from my hole, but as I walked back to my apartment I felt more begin to dribble out. I plugged myself the moment I walked in the door, and am sitting here happily stewing two big loads of baby batter as I write this.

Today I got to thinking about the times I’ve had sex with cops over the years. Here’s my rundown. Hope you don’t mind the length - think of it as five separate stories. My first hookup with a cop took place at my sisters wedding reception at the local union hall. I was all of 19 years old and the cop could not have been too much older. I saw his name badge, Anthony something. He was slim, dark hair, olive complexion, with a 5 o’clock stubble. A handsome, swarthy, Italian. I chatted him up and gave him all the signals. His occasionally reaching down to adjust himself told me I was on the right track. After awhile, he announced it was his break time and that he was gonna go take a leak. He paused for a half beat and walked away. Message received, I followed close behind, through the hall and down the stairs to the lower level. The bathroom had an old trough urinal. There was no-one else there. We pull up together, side by side, and haul out our meat. He immediately releases a powerful stream, while I manage barely a dribble. “Impressive”, I remark. We both stroke the last few drops of piss out. Our dicks swelling visibly. He smirks as he puts his cock away, zips up, and signals me to follow. He walks quickly to the back of the men’s room and through a door marked “Janitor”, me right behind. Once inside, he locked the door lock with authority and turned to me. Grabbing me by the lapels of my rented tux, he swung me around and pushed me to the wall. I was stunned for a moment as he stepped back and hauled out his now fully hard cock. “This what you want, FAGGOT?”, he spoke in a harsh but hushed tone. I stood there jaw slack. “SUCK IT!”. My knees hit the cement floor as I took his uncut cock in my mouth. “You like that, FAGGOT?!” He asked as he slapped my face - hard. “Yeah! You liked that didn’t you?” I did. I liked it. A lot. He didn’t have a big dick but it was angry, veiny as hell, and hard as steel. After only a few seconds of sucking he grabbed the sides of my head and started skull fucking me. “Yeah. That’s how you want it - that’s how you need it” He was all out pounding my face now. I could feel his belt start causing damage to my forehead and the bridge of my nose. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. You hear me FAGGOT! I’m gonna fuckin cum and you’de better swallow every fucking drop”. This was divine torment. I was being face raped by a cop. “TAKE IT! FUCKIN’ TAKE IT!” he spit the words out as he filled my mouth with seed. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as he grounded himself into me. “Every drop. FAGGOT! Every fucking drop. I don’t wanna see one drop on my uniform”. Needless to say, not one drop of cum got on his uniform. Blood from my forehead, however, was another thing. He grabbed a paper towel, “Clean that up!”, he ordered. I wiped my blood off his belt. He straightened himself up and tucked himself in. I knew better than to get up from the floor. “I’m gonna walk out of here. You,’”, he said leaning down with a pointed finger, “are gonna stay here for five minutes before you leave. Understand?” I saw rage and contempt in his face. I didn’t dare look him in the eyes. “Yes....Sir.”, I croaked out. He turned and as he opened the door he muttered “Fucking FAGGOT”. I stayed there, on the floor, my knees aching, blood trickling down my face, cum on my lips, and all I could do was pull out my cock and jack off ‘til I came. Once I had cleaned up, I went back upstairs. I saw him standing there in the same place we started. And it was like nothing ever happened. He looked at me like any other party random goer. No hint of recognition. Nothing. Compete poker face. I had to explain how I “walked into a door” to a couple of people. To this day, I have a tiny scar between my eyebrows as a reminder. Second cop was an early bf of mine. Well...bf is too strong a word. More accurately, he was a guy who fucked me on the regular. Denny would call me late at night (this was before cell phones, so no texts) and come over for a booty call. Usually on Friday and Saturday nights. We met when he responded to a two vehicle accident I was involved in. Don’t ask how it moved from that to him fucking me later that week. I honestly don’t remember. Denny was a beast. Blond, barrel chested, big fucking uncut cock - seriously, he had an 8” hooded monster. He’d come by for a pump and dump. So I’d always clean out before bed those nights in case he called. Once he arrived, he would just walk in (he never knocked). There was to be no talking. I would ‘assume the position’ (laugh) head down ass up at the edge of the bed. He would drop trou, grease his uncut meat, and slide into me slowly. (That last part, a concession he made at my request, for originally he would impale me all at once and rip my guts apart.) Once in me, he would take a long hit of poppers and he would be gone. Totally in his own head as he fucked me. I was a meathole. A fucksleeve. A slightly more satisfying option than just jacking off. Nothing more. Sometimes he would fuck me slowly, lazily. Other times he would completely pummel me to the point of destruction. I never knew which to expect. And all through that, not one word from him, until the end. When he was ready to cum, he would stop, reach down, pull his gun, put it to my head and croak out the words, “Don’t you fucking move! Stay very, very, still.” A long pause would follow, both of us frozen in place as the muzzle of his gun dug into my scalp - only then I would feel his dick spasm deep inside me. I could feel every rope of cum as it shot out of him and into my cunt. We would stay there suspended as he emptied himself into me. His cock deflating inside me until finally, he would take a step back; his gun finally returned to its holster. This was my signal to turn and clean him off with my mouth. Sometimes, just sometimes, he would softly stroke my hair. This ‘arrangement’ lasted most of a year. Then, by winter, he stopped calling/coming over. I never saw him again after that. >>> EDIT: The first time he did that gun thing, yeah, I freaked out. But he showed me that he had, in fact, removed the clip, emptied the chamber, and engaged the safety. He apologized but said doing that was gonna be a deal breaker for him. The fact that I was young and stupid and he had a big dick overrode my good judgement. Denny was...intense - to say the least. Third cop was a state trooper named Robert. We met at a gay leather weekend event. Lean muscled, late 40’s, hairy chest, flattop haircut, graying temples. Total cockpig. Sucked me with an expertise I rarely experience anymore. I fucked him legs up in my hotel room that night. That man had a pussy on him that felt tight all the way to his core. And his cunt milked my dick like nothing I had experienced before. Seriously. I was having real trouble lasting more than just a few minutes fucking him. He agreed to stay the night with me (something I rarely do) so I could fuck him again the next morning. Seeing this 100% masculine, lean, blue eyed Daddy riding my cock cowboy style that next morning; his soft, useless dick bouncing and jiggling before me drove me wild. He was the embodiment of unapologetic, sexual abandon. I bred him again that morning before we parted ways. I would see him again late that night in the playroom. He was up in the public sling taking in all cummers. I do believe every top at that run dumped his load in Robert at some point that weekend. Sunday morning, we traded info and eventually set a date for me to visit for the weekend at his home (he lived a couple of counties away). Only learned he was in law enforcement when I arrived at his house and there was a trooper vehicle in his driveway. He chuckled and verified that yes, it’s his car. Fucked him every which way there is in his basement sling and his fuckbench. He even let me fuck him (partially) in uniform. Hot weekend. Visited him again another time; he had set up a gang bang for himself. Me and five other guys took turns on him in the course of the day. We’d drink beer, smoke cigars, eat barbecue, and fuck Robert. I’ll confess - I could have developed feeling for Robert...I was developing feelings for Robert. He was everything I’d ever want in a man. But he made it clear he wasn’t interested in a relationship with anyone. I would see him again at other leather events; up in the sling. I take a turn sliding into his cummy cunt. Our eyes would lock as I fucked him. The feel of his cumslicked pussy only making me breed him even more quickly than normal. And once I had bred him and another dick had taken my place, he reached for my arm, pulled me to him, and kissed me deeply - something he did with very few cummers - before I folded back into the crowd. The fifth cop was Roy. Roy had been one of other invitees at that group scene at Robert’s house. Roy works as a deputy in a nearby suburb of my town. More of a bubba - heavy set dude with a stubby dick. But he fucking makes those four and a half inches work. Seriously. The man never goes soft and he is a multiple cummer. It’s fuck, cum, pause, repeat. Three or more times per session. (I know, right?) That little dick has real stamina and staying power. (Never underestimate a man because he has a small dick.) Roy is also a helluva good bottom. He loves his toys when he bottoms. I still have four or five favorite toys that he likes me to use on his cunt when he comes over. He taught me a lot about playing with toys during our sessions. Done right, it makes him drip precum like a leaky faucet. Which he uses to jack himself off and cum REPEATEDLY. I’ve learned a lot about Roy and his family. And over the years, we have traded a lotta cum back and forth between us. More and more time passes between fuck sessions. Of course, 2020 made hooking up impossible - so looking forward to seeing if the magic is still there in 2021. Hope you enjoyed reading about my experiences. Leave a comment if you did. :-)

Well don't you have an obligation as a manager to address that claim that your other employee made about his homophobia? If she told you that he had sexually harassed another employee, or had been making racist comments in the workplace, and you did nothing, wouldn't you become just as culpable as him for not escalating the situation? How is this then any different? Unless they are friends outside the workplace, something obviously happened during work hours that led to her sharing this with you as her manager. And if your sexuality is as well hidden a secret as you think it is, then she wasn't telling you this to alert you to his homophobia because you are gay. She was telling you this because it bothered her. And if it bothered her, then I think you have a problem that you need to address that is completely separate from his potential promotion.

I always swallow and if he wants to piss down my throat after I’ve swallowed his load, I’m all for it.

Very well said, @bbzh. The sad part is that, in most employment scenarios in most US states, it remains perfectly legal for a homophobic boss or company not to hire a job applicant, or to fire an employee, just because the person is gay. In states without employment protections for gay people, there might not be grounds for a lawsuit. Bad publicity would be possible if the company were a large, multi-state employer. By far the biggest risk to any company with systemic diversity problems is low productivity: the job applicants who are passed over, or the employees who are fired, might have been better performers than the ones who take their places. I brought up seeking professional advice about handling a report that an employee is homophobic, and proposed observing the employee's behavior during some sort of GLBT-themed speech or workshop, because reducing homophobia in the workplace is the right thing to do economically and ethically, if not also legally.

I so want to hear those same words of a hot poz top whispering in my ear that he is gifting me his poz load now.

Was 3 with moms bf at the time who would tickle me so much which is why i hate being tickled and get violent. 4 with a downstair neightbor who always had easter candy. His teen son too. Used to play doctor a lot and i was pregnant a lot and was sexuqlly active at school with boys and once got with one of yes security guards whp caught me peeing where i shouldnt. sadly between ages of 10 and 20 was few sexual stuff since i developed social anxiety and an eating disorder. Made myself into a fat superchub but qlso still a masochistic submissive fag whp needs to be slammed and then pounded till i stop moving. That ontop of verbal and physicql abuse from alcoholic and mentally ill parents and you get a fag with no self respectwho wants nothing more than to die on his masters cock.

When I first started chasing, I sought out the most emaciated, wasted "skeletons" to fuck my (at the time) twink hole. I was always ready to give them a Thank You!!! fuck if they wanted it. My favorites - as I widened my horizons - became the tweaked out street whores. I still like getting those boys today. They are now like I was then: any fucker who cums in my ass is a good lay. LOL

Well said!! I do not mind if the fuck is only 2 minutes if that is all the time the top needed to achieve his best possible orgasm. I appreciate having the nutt as a bit of a souvenir of that guy.

I agree with @badubydo that hearsay shouldn't be the basis of a promotion decision. That said, especially if this "big promotion" would give the employee responsibility for evaluating and hiring other employees, it is crucially important to determine whether the employee is homophobic. It's better to stop jerks before they can do economic harm. I'd suggest asking an employment lawyer for specific advice about following up on a report that an employee is homophobic. Reviews from other employees would not necessarily be hearsay, and multiple, independent reviews could give you solid information. Perhaps inviting a guest speaker from a GLBT speakers' bureau or other local GLBT organization, or scheduling mandatory anti-discrimination training, would give you an opportunity to directly observe the employee's responses to gay people and gay issues.

This Sir thinks of I am.not mistaken we used to chat on yahoo messenger! Sir is located in Toronto . You were younger.... Been trying to see if u still around ... ... This Sir usesx a different name Lijoyfe .... Have always wanted to invite u 5o Toronto !

Thank you . Since Covid started it's been pretty bad for most Asians . I have told in person or online to go back to China and eat Bat Chow Mein ! Here is the thing I am not from China, and not exactly your typical Asian either , 6ft3 , 220 ,often get mistaken as cop, actually I am licensed to carry as an investigator. ( Btw althought I rarely BTM nor BTM to anyone shorter than me even though I am fully versatile...I am rather selective , but your profile is fucking hot !!!!!) Cheers

I love all your adventures 😍

Super hot story - that line, however, made me laugh and laugh.

FUk dude ur hot

Very similiar, a bunch of address book contacts - particularly if a contact graduates off app to whatsapl/signal/kik/email/whatever I use a default surname of Odo if I don't know it. (Yeah ST geek ☺️)

I have a similar method, but not quite as thorough as yours. First name, and then in the "company" field I'll enter their screen name, website (BBRT, A4A, etc.), and airport city code. And use their email if I don't have their number. But for the hookup websites, I buddy them there and they're pretty easy to find later. I don't use Grindr, only Scruff, and I find that the hardest to use in terms of cataloging tricks from across the country. You can "star" your favorites, but to search later you're only shown how many miles they are from you. I keep asking Scruff to enable us to create folders that we can name by city, and then we can save a profile to a specific folder. Dare to dream LOL. I like your idea of using the "notes" area for general hookup info, I'm going to start doing that.

Part 3 I snuck back through my mates window while having a complete out of body moment. Mitch had at it with me, giving some fucking lecture about sneaking off and that his dad would be home at any moment. Another flash of Mitch’s dad fucking Daddy Steve crossed my mind. If only Mitch knew his dad was secretly gay. On que, Mitch’s dad opened the bedroom door. ‘Sorry Scott, You dad’s said there wasn’t any homework there.’ I avoided eye contact. ‘All good. Must have left it at school.’ The next day I went to school. The out of body experience had not shifted. My business teacher Mr, Smith called out to me to wake me up a couple of times in class. The end of school bell rang and I knew I had to head home... Head home and face my dad’s. Knowing full well what they were up to last night. When I walked into the house, it was like normal. ‘How was dinner last night dad’s.’ Once again I avoided eye contact. ‘It was nice son.’ Daddy Steve said casually. ‘Nice dinner at Café Sydney then an early night in. Mitch’s dad popped past. Said you had some homework that you forgot.’ ‘Oh.. Ah.. Yea.. I left it at school. I got it now.’ ‘we best you get to it son.’ Daddy John ordered, while pointing to my study room. I spent the next few months trying to forget what I saw. But occasionally the flashes would come back and I couldn’t resist and wank off to them. I started to imagen what it would be like to be in Daddy Steve’s position. The fear. The feeling. The pain. The torture. The humiliation. The Mind fuck… The pleasure and enjoyment. I shook my head to get it that notion out of mind. Then I remembered some of them saying they were pumping POZ cum into Daddy Steve. Is Daddy Steve POZ? He can’t be. He is so fit and healthy. Nah, not Daddy Steve, I convinced myself. It was coming into August and my birthday was coming up. Turning 18. Coming into adulthood. I should have been excited, pumped. I get to go and get my licences and have a drink without being sneaking about it. But I wasn’t. I was numb. It was grand finale. Yep, my team made it. Not sure how. I was a fucking zombie on the football field. I was sitting on the bench in the locker rooms. All the boys were getting ready. Some were naked, others still in their jocks, I found myself checking them out. But I used all my will power to keep it subtle. But as much as I thought these guys were looking hot. They didn’t quite give me the same fiery feeling that I got whenever I saw My dad’s or Mitch’s dad naked. Something about a man being older made me feel obsequious. Coach Davis come barrelling through the entrance. ‘COMMON BOYS. WE HAVE A GAME TO WIN. GET YOUR FUCKING GEAR ON AND GET OUT THERE!.’ He roared. ‘LETS RAPE THEIR FUCKING ASSES.’ I kept my head down, ‘AND YOU.’ He pointed at me ‘Get your fucking HEAD TOGETHER.’ And he stormed back out of the locke room. Coach Davis was a big guy. Not as big as Daddy John. No comparison. But he was big. He use to play professional football in his hay day. But for being in his late 50’s he is sporting an alright body. 5 foot, maybe 90kgs. Little heavy around his fury belly, biggish shoulders with odd patches of hairy growing everywhere. Sun burnt singlet tan lines (I think he does a bit of fishing on his time off). Short stubby salt and pepper growth, which looked prickly to me. I started to get hard and had to shake the thought out of my head. One of my team mates walked past and saw it poking through my football shorts. ‘Dude. Did you get scared stiff.’ And laughed as he walked off. I quickly throw my singlet over it. Daddy John walked in and suddenly all the boys went very quiet. Daddy John has that effect on everyone. He sat next to me and placed his massive arm over my shoulders. I could feel his weight on me. ‘Hey son. What’s up? Coach said you seemed lost.’ Daddy John said in his burley voice, but with a cool calming tone. I finally looked into his big dark brown eyes. On any other day, when you look into Daddy John’s eyes fear strikes you to your core. And you stand up straight and give attention to every word he says. It does not take much for him to instil obedience in you. Which is probably why I stayed on top of my studies and football… Well, until recently. But not this time. When I looked into his eye’s, I felt loved and supported. I felt like I could open up. ‘Dad… I have to tell you something.’ ‘Please.’ ‘I… I… I saw you fucking Daddy Steve.’ ‘Oh.’ Daddy John’s voice was still cool and calm. ‘I also saw what you did to Daddy Steve on his birthday.’ I dropped my eye’s. ‘Did you now.’ Was a question. His tone was still cool and calm. ‘How did that make you feel son?’ I looked back up to him. That was not the response I was expecting. ‘It… I… I was scare. I feared for Daddy Steve. You were hurting him. All those men… They abused him… But for some reason I… I was aroused by it. No… I was completely turned on by it.’ I dropped my head into my hands and wept. Daddy John looked up at all my team mates who were now dressed and ready. He pointed to the exit. ‘Coach is waiting for you. GO.’ Daddy John’s tone changed. None of the boys stuck around. He rubbed his solid hand on my back. ‘Is this what has been bothering you son? Is this why your grades have been slipping?’ His tone returned to cool and calm. I nodded. ‘Oh son.’ And he pulled me into his chest for a hug and patted me on the back. ‘Oh son. You have it all confused. I’m sorry boy… I think it is time we tell you the truth… time I give you a life lesson.’ I look ed back up at him. Tears running down my rosy cheeks. ‘The truth?’ ‘Yes. The truth… Some I am not your uncle… I am your biological father.’ ‘What?! I don’t understand.’ ‘Let me explain… Before you were born. Daddy Steve was married to your mother. But Steve and your mother were not exactly… Monogamous. Daddy Steve use to get off watching your mother get fucked and bred by other men. Sometimes they would go to a bar and pick up a random guy take him home and let him breed your mother. This would get Daddy Steve wild. And would go as far and eat her out after he blew in her. There were many times when they would bring a few guys over to fuck her. And I believe there was a time Daddy Steve blindfolded her while in a cheap hotel room and organised a line-up of guys to fuck and breed her. There would have been hundreds of guys who put their cum inside her pussy. Easy.’ I was shocked. Speechless. ‘My poor mum.’ ‘Oh no. your mum loved it as much as Daddy Steve did. Don’t you worry about that that.’ ‘After all that. She never got pregnant?’ I asked ‘Not until I came along. Before Daddy Steve become a real estate agent he worked for me. I could tell he had a thing for me. He liked my dominance. Like you, he was struggling to come to turns with his fate… But I am fast tracking. Back to your mum. Daddy Steve had to see me fuck and asked me to fuck his wife. So I did. I fucked her hard. She nearly screamed the house down. The police knocked on the door because someone called out of concern… But what Daddy Steve and his wife soon learnt was that I do not have an average cum load. Its well above average. We weighed it once at 1 litre of cum. And pumped it so fucking deep into your mum she was practically choking on it.’ ‘holly shit! Really 1 litre.’ ‘Yep… A few months later she found out she was pregnant. Pregnant with you.’ ‘How can you be sure. You said she had heaps of guys cum in her.’ Daddy John smiled at me. ‘Son. Just look at you. You have the same features as I do. You sharp jaw line, broad shoulders that mimic mine. The way you grin like me, move your fingers like me. Even the way you walk and kick the football… I’ve seen your cock boy. You’re packing a monster like your old man.’ I dropped my head back into Daddy John’s chest and wept. ‘You’re my real dad… Why have you hid it for so long?’ ‘Daddy Steve and I had to wait until you were ready. Ready to know the truth. You see. After what Daddy Steve saw me do to your mother, his mind snapped. He changed. The pig unleashed and he needed to feel what I did to your mum… So I started fucking him. I broke Daddy Steve in. But he was a virgin to gay sex. Barely a finger and gone up his ass. He requested one thing from me. He said when I go in… GO IN. rape me… So I did. He bled. The pain was too much and he passed out. I fucked him hard with my massive cock for about 15mins before he woke up. And he woke up with a hard reminder of what was happening to him. He screamed and yelled and begged and I just kept on fucking him. He literally wept like a little baby. When I fuck. I fuck and don’t stop until I blow. And sometimes that could go for 30mins straight. But Daddy Steve is a sexy man and I finally pumped my load in him within 28mins. I pulled out. His hole was wrecked. It was gaping and red with blood and a fountain of cum drizzling out… I took a photo of it. He now keeps it for memories.’ My mind was in a spin. I could not believe what I just heard. Daddy John raped Daddy Steve. Daddy Steve wanted it. He loved it. My cock went rock hard. ‘you took a photo of it?’ I asked ‘I did. I film us fucking all the time. House is set up with camera’s you don’t even know about.’ ‘Realy?’ ‘Yep… I have a secret cupboard with all the films hidden in there.’ Daddy john tighten his muscly arm around my back. ‘That was the beginning of Daddy Steve becoming the pig that he is today. It is what he lives for. It is what motivates him. It is what makes him confident. This is why he is the best in the real estate business. Daddy Steve is free. He has excepted who he is. And when you except who you are you become invincible.’ ‘I heard some of the men who fucked him say they were poz.’ ‘That’s right son. It’s the only way. To be a pig you need to fully commit. No exceptions. We would take Daddy Steve to beats, sauna’s, cruise clubs behind his wife’s back I would blindfold him and find any stranger willing to breed his ass. Some nights he would get a couple of guys to breed him. Other nights he would get 3 or 4. He always wanted to break his best number. One time I tied him to a sling. Got him so high he passed out and I let whoever wanted to fuck and breed him, fuck and breed him.’ Daddy John laughed. ‘Oh I remember the first time he did that. He was raped and bred by 9 guys while passed out. His hole was wrecked. He couldn’t close it for a few days and had to wear a nappy to stop all the cum and blood from coming out.’ My cock throbbed in my football shorts. This was getting too much for me. ‘But this wasn’t enough for him. He seemed to feel like he was missing something. Then one night, in the middle of a breed session at a cruise club. He was getting fucked by this old man while blindfolded. As the old man started to cum he said [take my charged load]. When he finished he collapsed onto Daddy Steve and Daddy Steve asked him what he meant. The old man said he was poz and judging by your sloppy wrecked hole I may have got you pregnant. Daddy Steve blew a load from under the old man with touching his cock.’ My eye’s lit up. Daddy John continued. ‘Daddy Steve realised what it was that was missing. That feeling of knowing that someone who was HIV positive just unloaded in him. Daddy Steve was then obsessed. He got tested a few months later and was still neg. So we set out on a mission to make sure he was getting dirty loads pumped in him. I would make sure he was completely bound and search for the sleaziest, bug ridden guys I could find… One session I reckon he took 20 loads from strangers, no telling what their status was unless they were verbal about and never even saw their faces. One guy even said he had a high viral load… I have to admit, I was even turned on by it. It was then that he converted. He was converted by who knows what stranger and Daddy Steve was proud of it. It was the only way. To be the pig he was meant to be.’ I pulled away from Daddy John’s chest. My cock was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to cum. I saw that Daddy John noticed it. ‘And you Daddy. Are you poz?’ ‘Yes I am. It was bound to happen. I could help but fuck Daddy Steve with all those loads in him. It was magical. The best feeling to fuck a loaded up hole. And boy was Daddy Steve’s hole magical.’ Daddy John has a twinkle in his eye. ‘And all this was happening behind mum’s back?’ ‘Most of it… She eventually found out because she notice that the breeding session she would normally organise with Daddy Steve lessened to the point of no existent. She had you, son. And said she could not live like that and left. We never heard from her again.’ I looked off into the distance. Feeling a little sad that mum abanded me like that. Daddy John rubbed my back again. ‘Don’t let it get you down son. You have two dad’s who love to dearly. We would move mountains for you… But son, you are getting too distracted. Your grades are slipping and your football is under average. There is a lesson here you need to learn. Son, Daddy Steve learnt who he wanted to be. He became it, to its fullest. When you become your true self you become invincible. And that’s what you need to do. You need to choose who you want to be and you need to be that person it unconditionally. But many people get there, but the ones who do,.. Like Daddy Steve, you become unstoppable in everything you do.’ I pondered on the thought for a long while. Daddy John sat there patiently. I eventually turned to him. ‘Thank you Daddy. Thank you for giving me the truth. And thank you for the lesson.’ He patted me on the back one more time and I smiled back at him. I ran out onto the football field to meet my team mates. We played the best game of the season. I scored 4 goals and my last one was the one that won us the game! I was thrown up in the air as everyone around me cheered. It was then that I knew what I wanted to be… I wanted to be a pig. A pig like my Daddy Steve. To be continued

I ALWAYS swallow. Even the bitter loads. I'm not going to work hard to get a load, to just spit it out. I like to suck off a lot of str8 guys. Several of the guys have told me that their wives or girlfriends either don't like them to cum in their mouths or that they spit it out. So, they like the fact that guys nearly always swallow their loads.

Does replying to a topic bring it back to the TOP of a specific forum?? I am new and still learning the ropes. I was hoping this comment would return this hot story back to the top of the forum - topic list. It deserves a re-read. Wish I was there. Cheers

You have turned me the FUCK on! I wish this comment was on 'audio' ~ for MANY re-plays ! Woof.

I think a fair amount of slut shaming stems from jealousy. People that try to make others feel bad about their sexual positivity and freedom are generally repressed and wishing they could do the same.

Love it when a guy like that propositions me and wants to fuck in the bathroom. It’s risky but hot and nasty. I don’t need much coaxing to take a guy bare and let him cum inside me. I’d have let him too...love taking anon loads like that.

Had an old buddy show up late last night, drunk as hell and horny. He wanted to bottom for me and was being aggressive. He's a short fat bear, gruff and usually a top, but last night he was begging for my poz cock. First time he ever did that. So I obliged him- twice to be exact. And this morning, even though he wasn't as eager now that he was sober, I gave him load #3.

For me it's similar as for most others, I would not call my first experience(s) with adult guys molesting as it was more consensual I guess. I am sexually active since I was 11, which mostly comes down to mutual sucking and hand play with friends (male and female). At around 13 I became more interested in sex with adults through sex magazines that also contained adverts from (bisexual) couples and bi/gay guys. One of them offered a bunch of older sex magazines for almost no money, so I contacted the guy as I wanted some magazines in my room (not at a friends place) to jerk off to. So one thing led to another and I went to this guys place to pick up the magazines after agreeing to pay him a small amount for it. I went into his house and he (probably around 50 years old) opened the door only dressed in his underwear, a little weird I thought, but we had contact via telephone a few times, and the guy seemed like a cool guy. He offered some tea so I could drink it while he got the stuff. I don’t know anymore how it happened but he knew exactly how to get me curious due to his house arrangement (beds and pillows on the living room floor) and he explained that he regularly hosted sex parties at home with couples and ‘young guys’. As I was reading the sex stories etc already for a while I became super interested and asked if I could join somehow, knowing I was likely too young. To my surprise, he told me I was exactly the right age, but he was curious if I physically would be oke for it. He offered me to jerk off too a sex movie as I told him I never saw before. At this stage, I was super relaxed, and little foggy in my head. A long time I thought it was because I was so horny, but later experiences told me he put something in the tea (he used all kinds of drugs which is easy to get in Amsterdam). I undressed and started jerking off to the movie and saw him looking at me. He asked if it was oke if he also jerked off and I just said yes. After about 10 minutes I was on the verge of cumming and he asked me to stop. I asked why and he came over and said, ‘I’ll show you’, and he kneeled before me and softly started sucking my dick. To be honest, that wasn’t too big a thing as I already did that will my friends, but this time it was an adult sucking me and, as he was experienced, my mind exploded and felt a joy I hadn’t had yet before. All inhibitions flew away and sort of went with my emotions and stopped thinking fully. I can’t even remember how, but I remember after I came in his mouth and stayed super horny and I started sucking him. I don’t know for how long but at some point, the guys just sprayed my mouth full and was a little overwhelmed by the amount of cum he produced. I couldn’t keep it in my mouth and almost choked on it, making a mess everywhere. It felt like a very comical situation and we both started laughing. After we laughed it off he asked if he could rim me. As I didn’t know what that was, and considering he gave me so much pleasure, already immediately said yes, still feeling horny and wanting to cum again. He licked my asshole and I enjoyed it very much. And to my surprise, I felt pressure against my asshole at some point and it was him putting his fingers in me with copious amounts of lube. After a while, he had 3 fingers in me and asked if I liked it. As I didn’t feel any pain and just pleasure I said yes. And within no time he put his dick against my hole and gentle pushed it in. At this stage, my mind was so fuzzy from hornyness (and from whatever he put In my tea) that I just relaxed and enjoyed the ride. He came in my ass in no time, and I remember the cum leaking out on my balls and the floor. We talked a little bit and I agreed to his proposal to come back and talk about the sex parties, especially after he showed me some pictures of other boys and girls that came there as well. Looking back I now know the guy was a straight-out paedophile and even arranged sex parties with adult couples to have sex with underaged kids. I guess if I wanted I could leave at any stage, so it was out of my free will (horny bastard that I am), although I don’t know if at age 13 you can oversee all the consequences etc. Not even talking about whatever he put in my tea. But I’m still grateful to be honest because this opened years and years of sex craziness and still get horny thinking about all my experiences.

I was sexually assaulted in Jr high school. Honestly it was incredibly hot 2 big black guys made me suck their dicks. It set me up to serve bbc and I still fantasize about it and do my best to recreate it when I can. I do think that it heavily impacted my sexuality and especially my fetish for black dick

Someone about 20 years older taught me how to suck cock when I was 11. It went on for about 3 years. Never had me do anything I wasn't comfortable doing. Consider myself bi and have enjoyed taking cock ever since.

There’s nothing better than having your tight, white pussy owned by a big black dick.

First time poster here to explain the backstory of this tweet. This story is 100% true: https://twitter.com/cuntarmo/status/675104714695041025 So this was my second time breeding Cunarmo, the most famous cum dump in NYC. I one time bred him before after attending a disappointing "party" (gangbang cum dump had a very short time limit with a pushy overseer and barely lubed up) in which I gave him two big loads in between two consecutive fucks and he loved it. So I just came back form successful job training and my cock was hard and my balls ache because I had not cum for an entire 7 days. I don't jerk off anymore because I live with my roomates with zero privacy so I'm like overflowing with cum. I also was wearing a brand new jockstrap called Trophy Boy that has a removable pouch for the cock so it acts as both a cock ring and easy access to my cock and balls as well as my ass. Thankfully Cuntarmo answered the call. After some set up and walking, I was suppose to meet another top and go tag fuck him, something I never done. This was the first of many firsts. So I walk with the bottom, this hot Asian dude in that other picture and I see classic Cunarmo. Ass up in a jockstrap with a hood on ready on the bed. Next to him was all sort of supplies such as wipes, poppers (which I don't use), lube, hand sanitize, ect. He knows how to take care of his tops. The lights were also dim in a moody way but the room was lit up so you could still see everything and everyone, which is great because I hate dark rooms. There was a slight puddle of cum on the floor, which is great because I told him to be extra cummy as I wanted to churn loads. He said he took five of them earlier than me. More on that later. So I strip down to my new jockstrap and I'm already half hard but I try to be a gentleman and offer the Asian dude to go first. He stressed for me to go first and we bickered each other with kindness for a bit and then to my surprise he grabs my cock and stroke it. Even more of a surprise, before I can even say anything he sucks it for a bit. This makes me super hard since Asians are my weakness and I know now he is a verse. Hot! He guides me over to Cuntarmo's hole and I finger it a bit. After some probing, I shove my cock in, all the way to the base in one thrust. His ass is nice and wet and barely any resistance as I start humping. I tell him to contract and he does alternating, loose then grip. Loose and then grip. I can feel the loads in there mixing together around my cock. I churn fuck him like this as the Asian is being blown and every time I pull out, some cum hits the floor so hard you can hear the spill which makes my balls twitch. The Asian and me switch positions and for the first time Cunarmo blows me. He is good, not as good as his ass but it kept me hard. I commanded him to suck my cock. Then I would pull it out of his mouth and slap his hooded face with it and then wave it so the tip of my mushroom head would brush against his lips in a tease. Then he stuck his tongue out and I slapped it with my cock and then he sucked it some more. To my surprise, he then starts licking my balls, which I love as I did trim them that day. This entire time, the Asian is fucking. I remember this is suppose to be a tag team and I move over to the Asian, stroking my cum and spit covered cock that is now glistening like a Thanksgiving turkey iron hard. I look at the Asian fuck that man cunt and keep thinking about doing some things I've only seen in porn, such as DP or doing an alternation where we go balls deep and pull out in one stroke, me, him, me, him repeat. But as I'm thinking this, I feel something else on my cock. It's that Asian boy's hand and he is jerking me off while he is fucking. I feel a tug as if he is telling me to move to him. I take the hint and move over, but I push it further and stand right behind his jiggling Asian ass in motion humping away at the cum dump. I stroke my cock and slap it against his ass and then he jerks it while placing my tip between his cheeks. I nudge my head at the entrance and then reach over to grab the lube. I wet up his hole and I do something I've always wanted to do: I shove my cock in as he is fucking and start humping his hot Asian fuck hole while he fucks Cuntarmo, who is hooded and has no idea what is going on. Sadly, after only about one thrust, the Asian cums in Cuntarmo and then pulls out, pulls me out, get dressed and leaves. Bummer, I really wanted to fully fuck him while he was fucking the cum dump and then have him pull out and me cum into Cunarmo. Maybe even half cum in the Asian, pull out and then finish my nut into the cum dump. Ah well, beggars can't be choosers and right now I have a hole to finish. I shove my cock back in, now also churning the Asians load. I do my usual fucking, grabbing onto the elastic of his jockstrap like I'm at a rodeo, every time I pull out cum just falls out of his ass like Niagara and hits the wood floor with a very audible splat. At one point, I even pull out and have him push as many loads as he can onto my cock, drooling that jizz all over my tool and then fuck him super hard. During those last fucks, he clamps on me really hard and I'm in heave and my balls unleash their wrath on his hole. It was the most intense flood I ever had. I was actually cumming into his ass for 12 seconds and I think I dropped so much sperm into his ass that I replaced all that I fucked out of his sloppy hole! He milks my cock with his muscles until I go soft. Then I pull out, his hole wrecked and oozing with sloppy cum fart sounds. I clean my cock, pee, get dress and do my traditional slap the bottoms ass and whisper "Thank you!" He enthusiastically whispers "Your welcome! Thank you!" back and I leave. The best part? I have a video of the last two paragraphs. The internet here is shitty so wait and I'll upload it for all to see. Attached is the jockstrap I was wearing. My only problem now is that I now have not come for TWO WEEKS so I have a World Record amount of cum to give. I've though of going back, and will someday but for now, I hope there is another lucky bottom out there who wants my fountain of a load. Don't be afraid to PM me, especially jockstraps, thongs, glory holes, anon, CD's, Trans and I want to also bareback straight women one day!

As a neg twink boy, this is my perfect poz fantasy...but especially if the poz guys were all dads!

what an evil, depraved story!