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Ken's point of view, Paul is younger than me by a bit, and also has a very high sex drive, so I knew going into the relationship I was probably not going to be able to keep up with him. Sure I had a fat cock that he seemed to love, but there were times when I was done and it seemed like Paul was just getting started, I tried to keep up but it was obvious he needed more cock. I started looking for others to bring into our bedroom, I knew he liked big cocks, so my search was to find that for him. We found a couple guys, one top in particular had a very thick 8" cock and it looked like Paul just came alive when that cock was buried in his ass, I enjoyed watching that fat cock slide in and out and even fantasied about that cock going bare and leaving a load in him. That always made my cock harder while I watched. Even though this fantasy was real strong for me, I made sure everything was safe, even grilled the guys to make sure they were safe as well, I didn't want to bring something home that required a doctors visit to get rid of. That all changed one day when I was cleaning the spare room, getting it ready for a guest. There was a loose board in the floor so I went to fix it. When I pulled the board up I found a ledger, I opened the first page and realized it was a diary, I read a couple more lines and determined it was Paul's. I put the book back and left it as it was. Days went by and the thought of that book haunted me, Everything told me to not read it, I would get the book, open it, start to read and get guilt feelings, so I would return it to it hiding spot. This went on a couple weeks, finally I justified it by saying if there was something in there that could help our sex life then it was worth the risk of reading it. I read it from front to back, then went back and read it again. Paul said many things, mostly good. but the one thing that stood out was sex. He definitely wanted more and bigger and raunchier. His fantasies on paper were mostly all bareback, he wanted the tops to cum in him, he worked hard during the fuck and their cum should be his reward. His darkest secrets was he wanted to be a cum slut, taking all loads and touching on chasing for toxic cum. I had to read it several times, my Paul was a cum slut. I couldn't believe this mild mannered man I married wanted to go into the dark and not come back. His writings said he wished the tops I found for us to play with did not have to use a condom, and for our regular, Mr. 8" he had even went so far as to poke holes into the condoms, hoping they break during their fucks. I was stunned to say the least. He never said anything like this to me, never shared his dark desires. So I decided I would see what I could do to help him come out, so to speak. We planned a trip, we discussed several places but I steered our destination to Phoenix, mainly because I had been chatting with a few guys there and was working a plan for Paul to get some of what he "needed". We arrived, settled into our hotel room and I contacted Tyrell. I told him if he was willing and available I wanted him to come fuck my boy while I watch, of course he said yes and to let him know when I was going to pick him up. Paul and I rested in the room, I was horny knowing my plans so when Paul took his shower I entered with him, pushed him against the wall and pounded hard until I shot a big load into him. Later we took a drive, got something to eat and returned to the hotel, My phone went off and it was Tyrell telling me he could come now if ok. I told Paul to get ready, I was going to go pick up a top for us to play with. The smile his face told me he was willing. When I walked back into the room with Tyrell I could see my boy's cock getting hard. I told him to make our guest comfortable so Paul went to his knees and began to lick at his bulge then pull out a long fat black cock, It only took a few minutes and Paul was on his back begging our guest to fuck him. I watched Paul grab a condom, one that I had made cuts into, and guide it onto Tyrell's rock hard cock. When that fat cock was positioned at Paul's hole I went over to feel his cock as it slid in, but also to give it a few hard tugs so the condom would break as he fucked my boy. It was not long and I saw the condom form a ring at the base of this throbbing hard cock. I knew at that second that Paul was getting exactly what he wanted. I watched as Tyrell fucked him hard and built up to a huge loud orgasm, shooting his dna into my boy. Paul grabbed on and wanted more. I saw them on the bed tangled together, Paul's pale body entangled with Tyrells dark contrasts,. I took the other bed, watching them move slowly, knowing that Tyrell was inside him probably blowing another load into him. In the morning they fucked hard giving me a show, Tyrell pulled out several times showing me he was in my boy raw, the white foam on his hot black shaft told me everything I needed to know, Paul was full of another mans cum. On the ride home I thanked Tyrell for making my fantasy come true, he saw my cock getting hard as he told me he shot several poz loads into my boy, I drove back quickly, excited as hell. I opened the door and took Paul, I didnt give him an option, I sunk my hard cock into all that cum and instantly added my load, then kept fucking for another my cock coated in all that slimy cum. I fucked him hard wanting to push all that cum deeper, when I was finished Paul was exhausted so he slept while I checked the gay sites and contacted some other men I had spoken too. During that weekend Paul was fucked bareback by 8 men that I know of. The last guy was a surprise, he hit me up asking about fucking my boy, when I saw the biohazard tattoo on his groin in the pic he sent, I made arrangements for him to visit us the next day. What Paul didn't know is that all the guys were poz, I don't know about the guys in the gloryhole, I just assumed if they fucked raw the were poz, I didn't ask any of them if they were medicated, I did ask the last guy after he blew his load and I walked him out. He told me he had not been on meds in some time and thanked me for the use of my boy's hole, got in his truck an left. I told Paul all of this when we returned home, he literally ripped my clothes off and I was in him in seconds, he was as excited as I was. This was obviously not going to be our last time going down this road.

Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.

Me getting my fuck hole used.

wanna come watch me breed him north kent - sleazy as fuck

I do not have any social media other than BreedingZone & BBRTS, so, I had to get this off my chest: Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one. Although assholes can be nice to smell and taste, I don’t want to get close to everyone’s asshole. So those of you feeling down or marginalized by this world...remember that the person who said that crappy thing or DID that stupid shit; They were just showing everyone their stinky hole. And u don’t have to smell it.

I was at the video store last night and a man gave me a condom and wanted me to put it on him? Strange. I don’t get fucked with condoms so I made an attempt to put it on him but couldn’t figure it out. Lol. I just threw it in the garbage. He just spit on his cock and turned me around and bred me anyway. I was like??? Why even attempt to try? The only reason I even entertained the idea was because he was hot as fuck and I wanted him in me. I got what I wanted in the end..so to speak.

This sounds like PrEP shaming. As @Cutedelicategay and @bluewind point out, sex partners not on PrEP are the ones not receiving regular, frequent HIV and STI tests under an established, ongoing relationship with a medical professional. If the people who turned down your friend were knowledgeable about PrEP — which isn't the case — they could doubt that he was actually following a PrEP regimen. For example, when I see HIV Status "Negative, on PrEP" in a Grindr profile but Last Tested is blank or the date is many months in the past, I realize that the person is not properly following a PrEP regimen. According to the CDC (I'm in the US) PrEP guidelines, sexually active/"at-risk" men who have sex with men should receive HIV and STI testing at least every 3 months. Some PrEP users obtain their medication from unlicensed or foreign mail-order pharmacies, through friends, or by taking advantage of same-day PrEP initiation at a clinic but not returning for follow-up. Many stop taking their medication but still think of themselves as PrEP users (rather like putting on a bicycle helmet but not buckling the strap or, in today's times, wearing a mask but leaving your nose uncovered). Some PrEP prescribers don't bother to insist on quarterly HIV and STI testing. Others (especially small, private practices) are not equipped to monitor PrEP patients properly. Again, PrEP shamers wouldn't have these caveats in mind. I agree completely with your assessment of Canadian social mores. I grew up in Canada in the 1970s and 80s, in the country's largest and ostensibly most progressive metropolis, no less. I maintain close ties and return regularly. In the 1980s, we were still not far removed from "Toronto the good", the label from the 1950s. Government liquor stores were closed on Sundays. Indeed, almost all Sunday shopping was illegal. Only convenience stores and small shops on a handful of designated tourist streets could open. Government-funded television portrayed premarital sex, teen pregnancy, homosexuality, and divorce as life-destroying. Even program[mes] with a modern, progressive veneer, like Degrassi Junior High and Degrassi High School, had the paradoxical effect of making sex seem dangerous and wrong. In all of their former colonies, the British left a legacy of anti-sex laws and morals. Canada began to repeal these laws in the late 1960s, but the anti-sex morals remain. Canada placed severe restrictions on abortion well into the 1980s, and was even slower than the US at providing widespread access to medical (pill-based) abortion (literally just a year or two ago). Predictably, Canada lagged far behind the US in approving Truvada for PrEP, and in implementing PrEP care. Paying for PrEP remains a problem in Canada because (unbeknownst to Americans), there is no government-sponsored prescription coverage unless you are a senior, a person with a disability, or someone with a very low income. Canada, as far as GLBT people are concerned, remains a paradox. We gained legal protections in Canada many years before we did in the US, but social acceptance and practical supports lagged.

New York !!! Ah...Can't wait to visit NYC again. I book a Mid Manhattan hotel room... blindfold myself and put up a BBRT ad... That's it.... Have my ass flooding with loads at a short notice. LOVE IT.

Participated a 5 top vs a bottom gang bang just befor Corona. was the second top to arrive and the last one to cum. After a 2 hour long fuck, suck and rim session, the 4 other tops took turns breeding the slut hole. I then felched his hole tasting the 4 loads inside him. Was so hot and tasty. I then shoved my monster into his slik hole, making him cum all over the place. After a short fuck I bred him, adding a huge load to the other 4 that were already in his hole. Felched him once again than headed to the shower where the other tops took turns in the shower, showing everyone my still rock hard dick, drenched in 5 loads of hot cum.

Agreed that noone's entitled however the way I see this is a part of prep shaming. Previously HIV poz guys undesirable for many and there is a similar trend especially in Canada on prep shaming especially one of the chat he showed where the top is refusing bb bcoz he is not on prep. People just don't grasp the fact that prep prescription renewal is very strict based on 3 months tests. I would rather trust someone who is regularly tested and treated if required over just believing someone who says they are safe and clean but without regular testing.

I wrote this with my old account

I don't know how they timed it so well. The redhead must have sent a secret signal somehow. His workmate must have stepped on the boat as the redhead stepped off by the small amount the boat rocked. He was half undressed before even entering the cabin. His looks would probably not turn many heads but he was a fit enough guy. He didn't speak, just kept undressing. His 6 inch cock was already fully hard when he released it from his underwear. I had gotten off the bed and nelt down to take his cock in my mouth. Something about his energy sent the message 'let's go' so I plunged it in full length. With his pubic hair tickling my nose I heard his pleasured moan. He took hold of my hair, pulled me off and up onto my feet. He spun me around, bent me over the bow bunk, and quicker than I had taken it into my mouth he was balls deep in my hole. With no hesitation he was pistonning in full fuck. It seemed clear this would be nothing more than a pump and dump for him. Which was more than okay with me. He had one hand on my hip and the other reached around my neck and started choking me. The more vicious his fuck the tighter the choke hold got. Thankfully it didn't take long for him to climax. I felt all five spurts pump inside and imagined them mixing with the fiery redhead's cum. He needed no time to recover his breath. He was out of my ass, pulling me up and turning me around in a flash. Only then did he speak as he lay down on his back. "Now you've been fully serviced it's time for my tip. And I want more than the tip of your cock up my arse. I can give what I just gave you to the Mrs. at home. I can't get the fucking from a flesh and blood cock like you're about to give me." His legs were already lifted. I grabbed a gob of soft butter from the counter and greased his hole and my eight inch pole. I suspect he gets a strap-on at home because his ass lips practically sucked my cock in. "Fuck me hard man. It's been over six months since this hole was used by a man." I didn't need further encouragement. He was a great fuck pushing his ass onto me and milking my cock every step of the way. It was not long until I was ready to unload. I considered saying something but remembering his choke hold I changed my mind. I fully realized how fucking into this I was when a bellow escaped as I pumped him full of my load. I wasn't even able to catch my breath before I heard his astonished voice. "What the fuck man?! You came in my ass! I didn't give you permission to do that! What the fuck!" "Man you were milking my cock. What did you expect?" "I expected you to give me some warning and choice. Not just blast who knows what into me. Fuck man!" As he said this he whipped some cum dripping from his hole and sucked it off his fingers. "Fuck man. You better get down there and clean that up. Suck as much of your god damn cum out of me as you can faggot." He made it sound like a degrading chore. I was never happier to oblige when I saw how clean he was. I rimmed his hole savoring every drop I licked up. Then I planted my lips around his ring and sucked out and swallowed every drop I could manage to get out. With the butter the taste was a bit strange but not bad. When we both stood he took my face with both hands and gently pulled me in for a passionate kiss. When the kiss was broken he said; "Thanks Mr. C. That was a fantastic tip. I was just joshing with you about loading my guts. Loved it. I hope your neck doesn't bruise. Forgive me. I don't get to play rough at home." "Permission to come aboard?"; boomed a deep strong voice from the dock.

Advertising as a “CumDump” to me, YES implies that it’s no condoms and raw...I also add “NO LOAD REFUSED.” Meaning the load goes inside me. I rarely have a guy ask to use a condom, but when I do I respectively tell them I never allow condoms and those guys never show up. Then there are those guys that show up AND STANDING BEHIND MY NAKED ASS, DRIPPING WITH CUM, ASK TO USE A CONDOM, I definitely say “no” and at this point never once has a top looked at my receptive ass and walked away. 100% have not used the condom and stuck their bare cock in my ass. Men are men!!!!

Chicago (IML), New Orleans (Southern Decadence), San Francisco, Washington DC (MAL), Berlin, Amsterdam, Munich, Ft Lauderdale, Palm Springs (of course) - those are my go-to sex trip locations. A lot of my success in these locations are due to 1. fresh meat (visitors are always popular) 2. vacation mode (I tend to be more gregarious and horned up when I travel) and 3. tourist-friendly locals. I'm looking forward to getting back into travel. I miss it (and the cocks and loads) SO much!

Got to say I agree. About 10 years ago, I holidayed in Egypt and was fucked BB alot, more so in day to day situations. I remembered a day trip out on a coach and the driver was friendly, no English, the rep who was english was irritating, anyway, whilst I got back to the coach earlier, he gestured to have a smoke with me, I did, stood at back of coach, he was fiddling with himself alot, i smiled and looked, he got it out, I wanked and sucked him whilst he smoked, he then openedvside door and fucked me on the back seat. On that trip, I had 2 waiters, a bloke in a cafe and a middle aged man who was hard and fucked me at the back of a shop.None wore condoms. Pakistanis are my favourite, I have had most of my cab drivers and they seem to know me, even the new ones.

This has to be one of my absolute favourite sex acts to do with a partner, but I find very few guys that are actually into this. Question to you all: If a guy unloads into your mouth, do you enjoy the thought of being able to kiss it back to him? For me, this has to be one of the most intimate acts that can occur between two men.

I prefer when the bottom doesn't get hard while getting bred because all concentration and feeling is centered in his cunt. I like his soft cock flopping around as he is getting rough fucked. I especially like the ones who can't even remember the last time they shot a load because it's all about their pussies - but, once in awhile accidents do happen and I end up fucking the cum out of the cock and sperm whore.

Since started to travel alone in my mid 20s I've become quite of a sex tourist. Somehow I'm getting considerably more responses on hook up apps when I'm abroad so I quickly learned to use that advantage and fuck as many guys as I can get during my trips. Of course it's not all sex but I do spend quite a bit of time on different apps and sometimes I have to remind myself that there's more to see than asses and dicks. Do you guys have any favorite (tourist) destinations where you had outstandingly good sex or do you have any destinations on your bucket list? Some destinations that stood out during my travels were Bangkok (which definitely deserves that name), Athens, the Ukraine and Taiwan.Bangkok is quite a gay hot spot anyway and I've fucked with locals as well as tourists. In order to get some Thais you usually need to be able to host which was also the case in many other destinations so I always plan for that when I'm looking for an accomodation. Private Airbnb places tend to be my preferred choice. On my wish list are countries like South Korea, Hungary, but also Turkey where I've only spent beach vacations with my parents when I was a child. Getting some slutty Turkish guys would be quite a treat. Can't wait to pack my bag again and go on another sex vacation.

The ones I've used personally at least till before the stupid pandemic are as under : CHELSEA SAVOY 23RD/7TH Element Hotel w39 near Times Square Hampton Inn Manhattan 35th/5th or 6th Belvedere Hilton Garden Inn 8th Avenue I would've added 'Hotel Pennsylvania' to the top of this list if it had not been recently shut down 😞

Am I the only one who can't imagine that Alpha is *ever* like a HS girl? (Asking for a friend.)

The best for me has to be Folsom in Berlin.. the bio party on the friday night was awesom. Also London (Vault 139 & SBN), then Munich, Hamburg, Amsterdam and the IML in Chicago. Locally.... and unfortunately no more NUD @ Club 80 in Melbourne.. Sydney and Brisbane have their moments.. but I really love my o/s travel.

Coming to Lansing for a night. Going to get a sleazy motel north of downtown and maybe I'll bring my new sling if it comes in time! Come drop a load tomorrow night.

You did not miss a memo. What you missed is the allocation of choice. Let's say "John" views himself as a cumdump. That means he does not ask anyone to use condoms during sex. That does not mean everyone (say, "Tom") who is interested in having sex with him has an obligation to fuck him without a condom. If Tom is not a barebacker, or does not bareback under certain circumstances, that is his right, just as it's John's right to opt out of sex with Tom. So: just because YOU are a cumdump doesn't mean only guys who bareback randos are allowed to ask you to fuck. It means YOU make the choice: to accede to his condom request, to not have sex with him, or to try to convince him to not use one. It means HE gets to respond to that and make his own choice, if you choose the second or third options: he gets to decide whether to give in and go bare, or walk away. The error here is assuming that by declaring yourself a cumdump, everyone else forfeits their rights to at least attempt to negotiate other options. Just say "no thank you" and move on.

Who is confused by this? I agree with everyone else - it is more than implied. The cum-recepticle is either the condom or me...but it cannot be both. I also agree that worst case scenario if a guy insists on a condom then you are forced to take the guys full condom and transfer the cum to where it should have been all along. I have had to do this once or twice, but prefer the direct injection method.

Cumdump doesn't just imply....it states a fact.

Many times... at the U.S. horse markets I’ve ended up with between 6 to 9 loads in a night, but many more cocks in my hole...stallions like to stick their cocks in many Mares...I actually get more loads when I do my own private CumDump events at motels...but go and enjoy you’ll have great fun!

Nothing compares to the intensity felt at that outer ring as the hand slips past the third set of knuckles at its widest and settles in deeper. Gets me every time...

Yah. I’ve just noticed HardOn (fetish club running at Union in Vauxhall) will open July 17th (totally missed the announcement for the private party early July...) www.hardonclub.co.Uk any other favourites made announcements? any news from JamieHP?

I miss the UK so damn much. It was almost too easy to walk around and find a stranger to fuck me at literally any time of day anywhere, London or in the country. Without the use of apps. The US is a fucking cesspool of conservativism when it comes to sex compared to the UK and Europe.

It was 1990. My wife , two young boys and I were living in Dartmouth Nova Scotia. The wife and kids had flown home to Ontario to spend a week with her folks. I had to work; and, besides, there was lots to do with our first home. It was a fixer upper priced perfectly for first time buyers with a young family. I was working the midnight shift that week which gave me lots of daylight hours to get repairs done on the house. I had always slept in the nude, but with the house empty and sweltering heat I quickly got in the habit of not dressing while indoors. After two days of this I almost forgot to pull shorts on to do jobs in the yard and on the exterior of the house. Day three was very productive. I painted the entire back porch inside and out. I worked like a trojan and sweat like a pig. It made for a very long work day so I was exhausted. As I sat on the kids swing sipping an ice cold beer admiring my handiwork I decided I was to hot and tired to cook. I went inside, dropped out of my shorts and ordered a pizza to be delivered. I headed upstairs for what I planned to be a quick shower. The just warm water felt great sluesing over my body so I lingered rinsing longer than usual. It felt great rubbing my sore muscles when I soapped down so I lingered some more. When I was soaping my ass and genitals my body remembered it had not been pleasured for a few days. My cock responded and I thought; 'No one is home. I'm in no rush. Just enjoy Todd.' I was stroking away when I heard the doorbell over the shower spray. 'Damn, the pizza.' I turned off the water sprinting for the top of the stairs and at the first step remembered I was naked. I ran back to grab a towel and was halfway down the stairs when I took time to wrap it around myself. I had forgotten the front door was open so the pizza boy had a clear view through the screen door to the top of the stairs. I was 27 at the time. Six feet tall, skinny 145 pounds, a tan skinned, dark haired otter. I was no gym bunny but attractive enough. The cock he'd seen was at it's full eight inch erectness and an unavoidable bulge under the small white towel. He appeared to be about 18. One of those guys that won the gean lottery. Classic good looks captain of whatever sport team. Natural muscular body which filled out his delivery uniform of tan shorts and button down shirt. He had one extra button undone than I suspected was accepted which showed off a promising start to a blonde hairy chest. In fact as I opened the screen door he was seductively freeing another button and reaching in to tweak his nipple. Although I had never done anything with a guy my dick was stirring threatening to dislodge from my towel. I remembered the time a few years ago when a handsome young guy had joined our line at work. I was attracted to him from the beginning and we hit it off well. I was confused as by the end of the week working closely together I realized I was infatuated with him. When his girlfriend picked him up from the bar after our last work day I realized I was insanely jealous. I had never acted on those feelings and thought I had completely put them out of my mind until this moment. My towel was loosening and about to fall off when I remembered my wallet was in the kitchen. I invited the young man to step inside and excused myself. When I turned from finding the wallet I realized he had followed me and was standing by the fridge. His shirt tails were out and the front was open framing his natural peach fuzzed six pack. The words were out of my mouth before I even thought; "Do you want a beer? It's one hell of a hot day. " "Sure. Mind if I get out of this sweaty shirt?" "Not at all." I nervously responded. His shirt hit the floor and he kicked off his sneakers. He looked to me for approval before undoing and slipping out of his shorts. He stood there in our kitchen in nothing but a white jock strap as I handed him a beer. "Shit kid, are you even of legal drinking age?" "Just barely " he smiled. "Turned 18 day before yesterday. You won't be my first, but you won't be breaking the law." With that we toasted clinking our bottles. After gulping down a deep long draft he reached his free hand behind my head and pulled me in for a long passionate kiss. I don't know which of us undid it but my towel had now joined his shirt and shorts. He was holding my rock hard dick and his cock head was peaking over the band of his jock. Damn he'd won every category of gean pool roulette. Even his cock was an ideal nine inches just on the thick side. I knew 'cause I'd dropped to my knees, released him from the jock and was choking on it. Again before giving any thought. He must have put his beer down because both hands took the back of my head as he proceeded to face fuck me for about ten strokes. Then he pulled me up, spun me and leaned me against the counter; "Damn man, that's nice but I gotta get back to my deliveries. Let me finish yours!" Exasperated and confused I blurted; "Fuck me!" "That's my plan. " "No! No, I've never done this. Fuck ... um ... you'll need a condom." "I don't have one. You got any in this kitchen?" "No. Upstairs, I'll go get one." "Don't have time man. Besides my cock has never seen one. Raw or I walk." He took a big slug of beer, bent down and blew it up my ass hole. When he stood I found myself guiding his naked cock up my virgin hole. It hurt like fuckin hell and he couldn't help but notice. "Want me to stop man?" "No! Just give me a minute. It hurts for sure, but a good hurt. I love it. " "Knew you would!" With that he started pumping. My ass was now on fire with pain and pleasure. Soon his fist was stroking my cock in sync with his cock pistonning my ass. I was just about to ask him not to cum in me when his strong hand pushed me over the edge. I sprayed the cabinet door in front of me. My ass convulsions triggered him and I realized not only was he popping my virgin cherry hole but he was seeding me as well. 'Fuck, what had I just allowed! But damn, it felt so fuckin good!" He was quickly dressed and I paid him. As he was headed to let himself out he called back; "You home tomorrow? You better be 'cause I'm coming by well before my work. We'll have more time to initiate you more into man on man sex." And he was gone. I ate the pizza and downed five more beer. I'd be tipsy for my midnight shift but Steve was driving tonight so I could manage. I just needed to numb out a bit rather than face the full reality of what I had just done, let alone think about tomorrow. Ì

Hi all, Greetings. Perhaps you have come across one of my other posts. Forgive me if I appear clumsy in all of this. I joined recently to engage in the community and so I am jumping in. I am putting myself out there for whatever feedback; critical, constructive, or otherwise. I typically work to suppress my dumb blond cheer slut alter ego...I refer to her as Pandora. She scares me how slutty she can be and get when given the opportunity. I guess I am working to discern precisely that. Is "Pandora" my alter ego or a fetish or both or something else? I have always wanted to dress up in a cheerleading skirt ever before I knew what sex was or involved and before I could even describe what dominant or submissive meant or implied, etc. At the end of the day I am a gay man, former gymnast, cheerleader, and group fitness instructor...etc etc etc. I am sure I am not the only one?? lol Yeah, so not butch per se but I worked to be a "normal", "average guy" and suppress any sissy-ness. I relate to reading posts from the others who knew they were just always put on this earth to help a brother out and my desire is no different. At the end of the day I enjoy being used like a flesh-light toy and have no issue with a quick fuck and being blind-folded, or anonymous to put him at ease so he can just relax and get off. I am shy though and have never been to a bath-house but want to find a way to setup a glory hole or something when traveling (if I ever get to again). I am not looking for a relationship, just looking for a horny hard cock looking for a sweet hole to nutt in. On the other hand, I am a professional and the primary and only income earner in my house-hold. To put it bluntly everyone depends on me for their livelihood. It's a lot of responsibility and pressure and perhaps Pandora is a bit of an outlet for that. I am just wondering all of this - aloud in a public forum - because I am confused myself to be honest. Here's the thing...I do not consider myself a cross dresser - perhaps I should? Here's the catch. I only want to wear a cheerleading uniform, that's it. I am not interested in dressing up in any other feminine type of clothing at all. I have no real interest in wearing girl panties or thongs. I wear a jock-strap under my skirts or nothing at all unless the top insists. I am not that interested in adding a bra or any appearance of breasts. I would rather not wear a wig if I didn't have to either. So, where does that leave me? just a very specific fetish? (e.g. wearing a cheer skirt) or an alter ego? Pandora the cheer captain whore who wants to get the entire team off so they can focus on winning the game! but as a non-passable CD in real-life? or something else entirely...like Steve, the young frat pledge (see below, lol) who now enjoys wearing a cheer skirt when getting fucked. or something I haven't considered? Please enlighten me. Did I mention that I just want to get fucked and used to help a man achieve his best possible orgasm? Oh and without having to be entirely humiliated or degraded in the process? I can see the appeal and sometimes I enjoy it personally (or could get into it) depending on the situation...but it's not what I am aiming for so-to-speak. I am looking for those fun "sketchy sex" type of frat-house porn scenes where you could imagine that the setting has changed slightly from it's usual rando-bottom, to me - the frat pledge future professional who was made to wear the sorority girls cheer skirt while getting fucked and sucking dick blind-folded. That would be my ideal scenario, to be honest. So any college team out there who needs a personal cheer-slut should please get in touch, lol and wink. Thoughts?? I would enjoy any perspective the community is willing to share with me. P.S. Please do get in touch if you'd like to use me. 🙂

Any news on if when events at union restart? (Hardon and SBN in particular) Or at Hove (boiler room hosts of cumunion)? Cumunion suggests all saunas can open from June 21st (assuming nothing covid crap happens)

I love a good cunt, here's mine

My favorite sex destinations are: Taipei: unlimited supply of bottoms and a culture of barebacking. Guys will usually ask if you are negative and they will be fine with getting bred (sometimes you will have to "force" them). Bangkok: during gay events, the hottest and sluttiest Asians will visit. On the negative side, Thai people has one of the highest use of condoms. Hong Kong: a lot of bottoms and similarly to Taiwanese, they love getting bred. Sydney: visited during Mardi Gras and there were so many guys and the bathhouses were full. Probably this or next year will visit some sex parties in the US.

I plan my trips around sex play. I have had a blast at the CCB in Palm Springs every time. Also 321 Slammer in Fort Lauderdale never disappoints. Ditto that for CLubhouse2 there as well as Club Orlando, Flex Atlanta and Flex Cleveland. 442 in SF at Folsom in 2018 saw me getting used by 33 different guys, the last one jerked off in me I had been fucked and fisted so loose. Eager to hit Europe and see how many guys I can suck and get fucked and fisted by.

I wish I could say the same. As a German living in Germany it's mostly been underwhelming. Yes there's a lot of people but I often get the feeling that the more choices there are on the market the harder it gets as people seem to constantly find someone better. I guess if you look very good it's pure paradise but for an average looking person it's not ideal I would say

Unless things have changed after Covid, things are much tamer at the Phoenix. The police started watching what was going on upstairs. Now people were still fucking in the street outside the bar still at Southern Decadence in 2019.

I’ve had hot fun with younger Middle Eastern men at both Toronto bathhouses in the past . Their tanned bodies do contrast with my pale Caucasian-ness!

From the moment I know I’m getting fucked my cock becomes a clit. Im flaccid and leak precum the whole time. I usually cum handsfree but never get hard.

Loved your Ptown stories. So hot!

I had been an in denial bi guy for years, with gfs n kids. Always ignored n fought the cravings and try to rid myself of them, never worked always came back stronger n stronger till near the end of my last relationship we got new neighbors. I knew them from work 3yrs before n they were gay n almost got me before I left. Now here they were and my then gf was going out of town for a week, during the strongest ever cravings. To make a long story short, they finished what they started that night and spun me 5 ways to sundown and used me. Ever since I've been an insatiable slut, erasing almost all inhabitions I had n had me a total sub bottom bitch. Soon I discovered hypnos, they fueled my hunger even more. I really got into the sissy faggot ones, I fantasized about being sissified, feminized n having my 7" cock shrunk down by hormones to an inched and caged. Maybe become a whore being pimped out for $10 bis and $20 ass fuckings. Then while posting on tumblr I found a page with a guy posting a fantasy just like mine. I messaged him n said Mmmmmm if only this could happen to me! In seconds he answered n said, It can u know, get kidnapped, drugged, forced to watch sissy hypno n brainwashed into one. With you it wouldnt take much I can tell, youd make a pretty lil sissy Tina whore! You just say the word n I'll make it happen, u will be safe, we wont make u but if u say the word it would come out of the blue n if u dont like it, we will stop. I didnt take him serious, he didnt know where I lived in my town. I said, Sure, transform me! I was so hard picturing me w tits, nice curves n ass n a floppy, limp 1" caged clitty flopping around n leaking all over as I get gangbanged by 20 men. I came in no time n blew a huge load into my hand n licked it clean. Omg! I thought, if I didnt like it I probably would never get my dick back! Forever a sissified n totally feminized n a total slut, oh fuck yeah! If only..... To be continued... .

Chapter One Everett didn't even bother to try to go back to his dorm room. He didn't have time to run back, change, shower and drop his uniform off to be cleaned before his first-class started and if his uniform was dirty for practice there would be questions that Everett didn't want to answer. He could swing by the locker room, grab a shower, drop the uniform off and see how much of what he wore yesterday could survive another day before he started to stink up the place. He passed Sliders, the local diner and hang out for students as he drove down Main Street. He was hungry but he didn't think Mrs. Jones would welcome a shirtless teenager into her diner for a meal so he kept driving. The parking lot was empty this early save for a few custodians and the few office staff that opened the school each day. Grabbing the rest of his uniform from the back seat he found his way into the locker room without being caught. What he had worn to school yesterday was still in his locker and Everett took each piece of clothing out and smelled it to see if it could last another day without stinking. Tossing the socks and underwear back into his locker he laid out his t-shirt and jeans on the bench while he looked for a fresh towel. It was weird walking into the large shower room alone, usually, it held at least half a dozen rowdy jocks lathering themselves up while talking up what exactly they had done out on the field. Empty it was like a cave, every sound echoed in ahead of him and the place was colder than a witch's tit. Now that saying always made Everett smile since he wasn't' quite sure why witch's had cold tits but he had heard it as a kid and it stuck with him, bringing him joy every time he thought it. He found a towel and shed what little he was wearing and headed into the showers. Normally this room generated a smorgasbord of emotions in the boy's mind. There was the enjoyment of a hot shower, the relief the water brought after a hard practice and the pent up energy that always seemed to follow the boys into the shower every time they entered. Walking into a group shower was always a little like playing a game of truth or dare where you picked the dare. A group of you entered, naked as the day you were born, and then proceeded to rub yourself down with soap not two feet away from another naked guy. It was awkward, exciting and more than a little erotic to most since everyone looked. The only thing that could make it worse was talking. And there was a lot of talking. In fact, there was a lot of talking with pointing and laughing thrown in for good measure as well. When Everett was young, well younger than now, he got more than a few looks and laughs in the shower. All through junior high, he had earned a couple of nicknames that drove the boy crazy with anger, Elephant Boy. Trunks. One-eyed willy. It wasn't easy growing up with a part of your body that was out of proportion with the rest of you. Because of this, he had learned to hate his member since all it seemed to bring him was shame and embarrassment. That all changed in high school. He had been fifteen the first time he showered with the rest of the team. It had been a grueling two-hour practice under a sun that only southerners know. To most, the sun was a bright, glowing ball of fun and heat that proclaimed the day as starting, in the south the sun was an unbearable master that took great pride in reminding everyone beneath it exactly who was whose slave. So when Everett stumbled into the showers after his first actual baseball practice he didn't notice or care about anyone else or their reactions. Exhaustion had a funny way of erasing little things like embarrassment or modesty in a young man and it was in this mindset he walked into the showers and stood under the nearest empty shower head. The water began to fall down him and he felt their rejuvenate powers begin to work on his tired form. It took a second to realize the shower room was silent save for the falling water. He opened one eye to find the team just staring at him. Well not him but more like part of him. Sighing he turned around and waited for the eventual teasing that would come from exposing himself like that. Instead, a couple of seconds of nothing and then someone yelled to someone outside the shower. “Holy shit Long, I think that freshman has a bigger dick than you!” He had been a sophomore at the time but Everett wisely said nothing. “Bullshit.” someone, but gonna assume it was Long, called back. “Come look, this kid is a beast!” Everett looked back in shock and there were a couple of the older kids whispering to each other, nudging the other one as they talked. Sure enough a tall boy, easily a senior walked into the shower, hair damp so he had already been in and out and looked around. “Who?” he asked outraged. The older boys pointed at him. “Lemme see it.” Long demanded more than asked. Everett looked at him with eyes so wide they were about to fall out of their sockets. “Come on kid, I ain't got all day.” Everett looked around for help and he found his friend Jack looking at him. “Show him.” Jack mouthed. Everett shook his head. “See?” Long said looking back at his friends. “You're full of shit if this kid was swinging he'd show it off.” One of the older boys moved over to Everett. “Come on kid, don't be shy. Show him what you got.” Everett looked at Jack again who nodded. And slowly, he turned around and dropped his hands to his side. Long looked at his junk like it was a loaded weapon while a couple of the other guys started to giggle. “How old are you?” Long asked, still not looking away. “Fifteen,” Everett said in a quiet voice. “And a half.” Long threw his hands up in the air and stomped out. “Fuck this shit.” Followed by his friends clapping and cheering Everett on and that was how the boy found out a big dick can be a good thing. Everett smiled as he remembered the way the team rallied around him, making joke after joke about his size, but all in good fun. That was three years ago and in that time what had been a source of ridicule had become a point of pride and gossip around school. Boys and girls. In the back of his head, he knew he should care that guys looked at him more than they should in the locker room but for some reason, it didn't. If anything it was exciting to him in a way that he refused to go into because if he was being honest, it scared the boy. It was easier to have a girlfriend that was using him as a sex toy than to look at that box of feelings he kept stashed away in his head. As he finished washing he realized the shower room was a lot less fun without the other guys. He missed the laughing and the staring, alone it was just a big room. He was about to wrap things when a hand slapped his bare ass causing him to yelp in surprise. “Come on Palmer, just jerk off at home like everyone else.” The hand and the voice belonged to the coach's aide William, Billy to his friends. He was studying physical therapy over at the junior college and had been hired as a work-study to help Coach Moore with the team this year. Though barely twenty he was considered another teacher by the team and treated accordingly. “Hey, coach,” Everett said turning the water off. “You scared the living shit out of me.” He chuckled as he glanced down. “Watch where you swing that thing bud, you could take someone's eye out with it.” The eighteen-year-old blushed and grabbed the towel hanging outside of the shower. “Sorry coach, it has a mind of its own.” William laughed. “Hey I just got out of my teens, trust me I know the struggle man.” Everett continued to dry himself as the older man began unlocking the gym. “So what brings you in so early? Don't tell me you already worked out?” “Nah, I just didn't have time this morning to grab a shower.” Billy looked up at him “What were you busy doing this early?” Everett blushed and that told the whole story. “You're gonna get caught sneaking out of that girl's house one day and there will be hell to pay.” Everett tossed the wet towel into the hamper and began to get dressed. “What am I supposed to do? Turn down sex? Come on coach you know how it is.” “I do,” Billy said sneaking another glance. “But there are safer ways to get laid than sneaking out of a two-story house.” “Like?” Everett asked, honestly curious. Billy paused and then shook his head. “You know what, ignore that. I don't know what I'm talking about. You just do what you think you need to do.” and walked away. Everett stood there confused, what did he mean by a safer way? And why practically run away when asked how? He shook his head and pulled his shirt on. “People are weird,” he muttered as he got ready for school. He grabbed his backpack, the same one that he had shoved in there yesterday. All of his books would be in there, with all of the homework he hadn't done yet in it as well. “God damn,” he muttered to himself as he thought of all the work he had skipped by falling asleep last night. He slid the backpack over one shoulder and walked out into the hall. “Now I know I've seen everything,” a voice said from behind him, “You got to school early?” He turned around and saw his best friend Jack standing there. He'd known Jack his whole life, they had grown up next door to each other and had become lifelong friends in just one look. Jack's mom used to laugh that they literally learned to walk at the same time. Jack had gotten up and wobbled over to his mother and Everett saw his friend walk, then he just got up and followed suit. “I could say the same 'bout you,” Everett said with a slow grin. Jack looked like he was out of breath and though he was in normal clothes, looked like he had just gotten done running or something. “Nah, just had to see Billy before class.” “I just saw him in the locker room...” Everett turned back to see if the man was there. “I know, he said you were hiding in there. That girl is going to fuck your dick off,” he said nudging his friend's shoulder. “Awww come on, he told you 'bout that?” “Like you wouldn't of, so what happened? Tell me everything.” They started to walk down the hall, only a few people here and there were around so Everett didn't mind sharing. “So I get up there, and I am dead tired man, like ready to puke tired.” Jack nodded, intently listening. So I'm like give me a sec and she's all laying down and shucks my pants off faster than you can say boo.” “And you guys did it?” “Not yet, then she took my jock off and almost killed me cause she didn't know I had my cup in. So I almost yell out but cover my mouth and she's all, ohhh did I hurt it?” “Oh, shit...” Jack said, more excited than ever. “Yeah, so she starts going down in me and...” “Get in here,” Jack said pushing him into one of the broom closets. “What the hell?” Everett asked. “Go on with your story, don't want anyone hearing.” Everett thought about it for a moment, "Good thinking, so she's going down on me and I just lie back cause it was...” “You horny now?” he asked, cutting his friend off. “I'm always horny, why?” “Let's do our thing before class.” “Here?” Everett asked, looking around the small closet. “Come on man, you never minded before,” “It wasn't at school!” “Was that one time in your car...” Everett felt his dick growing hard and knew it was a lost cause. “Fine but lean up against the door with me, so no one can come in.” Jack nodded and they both leaned against the door and opened their jeans. “You're commando?” Jack asked, almost choking. “I think my jock is in my uniform pants, can't remember,” he said pulling his half-hard dick out.” “God damn...” Jack said with pure envy, looking at his friend's tool. “Ok let's do this before...” Jack yanked his dick out and started to stroke it, all the time looking at Everett. “Damn you're worked up, Everett said as he lazily began to fist his cock. Jack just nodded and licked his lips. “You ok?” Jack looked up into his friend's eyes and then smiled, “I have an idea that can make this better.” Better? They'd been jerking off together since they knew how to shoot. Jack had taught Everett how to jerk off and the two of them had been doing it in the same room ever since then. There was a thrill having his best friend watch him. But something better? “How?” Everett asked Jack reached over and took hold of Everett's cock and began to stroke. Everett's eyes got huge as he felt his friend's hand touch his dick for the first time and then he relaxed as he just went with it. “God I wish I had this dick man,” Jack said, pulling up and down on the massive dick as if his own. “Oh jeez Jack, this ain't right....” “You like it right?” Everett nodded. “We're best friends right?” Another nod. “Then how can it be not right?” Everett tried to think of why but the sensations coming from his dick was too much. “Faster,” was all he said. Jack did just that and Everett closed his eyes and sighed. Why was it that his best friend with just a hand could turn him on more than his girlfriend could with actual sex? Jack's other hand cupped his low hanging balls and a moan escaped his lips. “Oh shit Jack...” he said lost in ecstasy. “Yeah, you like that don't you big guy?” Everett nodded, his friend's low voice turning him on even more. “How close?” “Close...” Everett moaned. A moist warmth engulfed the head of his dick and Everett looked down to see Jack going down on him and he exploded. From the force of the orgasm, you'd have guess Everett hadn't shot in weeks and weeks instead of last night. His hands grabbed Jack's head by reflex and held it there as he pumped more and more cum down his friend's throat. Everett shuddered as Jack pulled off his dick, there was a glob of cum at the corner of his mouth. “Why did...” Everett was about to ask when Jack moved forward and kissed him. At first, Everett was too confused to do anything but stand there, but as Jack's tongue began to touch his he could taste himself on his friend and started to kiss back savagely. There was a hunger in Everett that the boy had never felt before and he found himself pushing Jack up against the back wall, ravishing the young man's mouth. Jack pulled back from the kiss and declared, “Oh shit, oh shit...” Everett looked down and saw his friend stroking his own, decent sized dick. Without thought, Everett grabbed his friend's member and began to stroke him. “Faster, harder...” Jack gasped as he felt himself get close. Everett watched as Jack's cock gushed cum everywhere, seven, hot spurts, one after another after another. “Jesus...” Jack cried, trying to catch his breath. Everett smiled, “Well that was new.” His friend returned the smile, “How'd you like it?” Being the honest boy he was Everett was forced to admit he liked it a lot. “I mean, I don't know if I could do that, I mean putting it in my mouth. But you doing it was hot.” Jack smiled and leaned forward and kissed Everett slowly. Again Everett was confused, but he enjoyed the feeling so started kissing him back. They remained that way until the first bell rang and they both knew they were going to be late got class. “Shit,” Jack exclaimed pulling up his pants, “Hey see you at lunch?” Everett nodded pulling his up as well, “I am fucking starving” Jack gave his friend an evil grin, “Well you're the one not sure if you could put it in your mouth.” Everett felt himself blush as his friend slipped out of the closet. “What in the hell just happened?” he asked himself, before heading to class.

Excellent story. Plenty of opportunities to keep going with more pozzings! 😈

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