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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.

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.

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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!!!!

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.

Halloween Horror CHAPTER ONE THE GRIM REAPER Living in a small redneck town had more disadvantages then advantages! Everyone knows your fucking business and have no qualms about spreading it around, talking behind your back even when they are right in front of you and then there is the “I’ll just be an asshole to your face in front of everyone.” On all that trying to stay in the closet in a small town is damn near impossible, but when it comes out it rocks the town to its core. That’s what happened to me. You would think that these inbred rednecks would have known that a single man in his mid thirties who didn’t date was gay, but when they didn’t. It wasn’t until a plain brown package order ripped open a little and the mail woman saw the dildo I ordered, was when the talk started. I just said fuck them and did my normal routine and ignoring them just drove them crazy. The real fun shit started on Halloween night. I didn’t want to stay home and pass out candy to the breeders fucked up offspring, so I decided to go to the next town over Halloween Haunted House and Maze. In my skin tight jeans, commando and showing off my large bulge, flannel shirt and boots I head over to the town 30 miles away. As I got out of my truck the seam in the ass of my jeans ripped. Other would say it was convenient, maybe in a different town or city yeah, but it was an inconvenience here. I was glad I had a spare shirt in the truck, dirty but would do the job since I was going to tie my flannel around my waist to hide the hole. I paid my way in and headed to the maze, I could hear screaming and laughing from all over the large dry corn field that was cut into a maze. I decided to go in and started to walk. That’s when I heard the voices. “It’s the faggot” one voice said “Got a hard cock for you to choke on” said another The unseen men voiced insults and pretty obscene sexual harassment. I laughed at the insults and my cock grew harder with the sexual stuff. It was hard to hide the eight inch throbbing cock down my leg, but I didn’t care. I must have taken a wrong turn because I was at a very dark dead end. As I turned to backtrack, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into the corn stalks. “I got what you need” the figure dresses as the grim reaper said. He guided my hand to his crotch, where I felt his hard cock through his costume. It was thick and at least nine inches. His free hand was rubbing my ass under my flannel shirt and almost instantly found the rip and started to exploit it. “Yeah, heard you fags were more prepared than a scout” he said as his finger found my hole. He pushed me slightly forward at the waist and I went along with it. His thick dry finger pushed against my hole, scratching the soft flesh. I pushed back and felt his finger slide in and the finger nail scratching my flesh. I bit my lip, but ignored the pain. I was horny and this was more than just me stroking and riding fake cocks for my sex life. He lifted my shit up, exposing my gaping jeans and exposed hole with his finger deep inside. He slowly fingered my hole and using his nail to scratch my insides as he fingered me. “Got to get you ready for the tricks and the treats in the maze” I just stared out into the darkness. It wasn’t long until he pulled out his finger and spit in his hand, then rubbed it on my hole. I braced my hands against my thighs and waited. I stood felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole. I took a deep breath and my hole gave, allowing him to push his cock balls deep with one thrust. I scream loudly from the pain. “Scream all you want faggot, no one cares here in the maze” Grabbing my hips he started to ram his cock in and out of my holes. It was tougher than I fuck myself with the dildos. My hole was slowly adjusting from his assault and the pain quickly turned to pleasure. “Trick or treat faggot” he asked between his breathes. “Treat” I said “Fuck no faggot you are getting a trick” He pulled his cock completely out and rammed it balls deep over and over. I felt my precum oozing out of my piss slit, running down my leg. “Soon you will have my trick” I pushed back meeting his hips! “Hell faggot, you might think it was a treat” He rammed in and held his cock deep in me. I could feel the cum pulse through his shift with my ass ring. “Take that load!” He yelled, “you cum loving faggot” I had never felt pleasure like that fuck that I just experienced. “Love fucking faggots and passing along the gift” I was clueless then about the gift. As he pulled out he said: “Find the scarecrow” I heard the rustling of the corn and as I turned to see who just took my hole, I could only see darkness.

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.

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.

I think the mistake is in framing this as a question of "why these guys don't want to bareback HIM", because for all you know, these guys do not want to bareback *anyone*. It's true that PrEP works. But some people (a) don't believe that, (b) don't want to take chances even though it does work, (c) are worried about other STI's, (d) on and on with any number of reasons a person may choose not to engage in bareback sex. The point is that none of us are *entitled* to have any particular person or persons fuck us bareback. Your friend seems to have hit a spate of guys who are not barebackers (which is their prerogative). He gets to choose: would he rather fuck with a condom, or not get fucked by this particular guy?

Both the fucking and the load is very important to me. I thoroughly enjoy a good long fucking. Feeling him in my ass pumping away feels so good at the time. Knowing he is not going to pull out to cum. But the load in my ass seems to make my ass feel so good well into the next day. It seems to make me crave more cum.

About two weeks after the first blood slam I started running a low grade fever, felt fatigued all the time, and woke up drenched in sweat. We talked about my symptoms. Since they were similar to the fuck flu he decided to take advantage of my compromised immune system. He pounded his toxic dick into my hot fever hole without lube. He spit on his dick and shoved it in, tearing me open. I slammed a large amount of his blood. I’d love to post the security camera video of all of the depravity, but for some unknown reason we always fucked with Game of Thrones playing in the background and it kills the vibe of the dirty verbal pozzing. I know I’m sad too... At this point we’ve been very depraved for a couple of months so I jokingly took an OraQuick. To my astonishment it was negative. I had already scheduled my normal 3 month check-up so I told my doctor about the symptoms of fuck flu. I asked for a viral load test because it counts virus cells present in a sample as opposed to the standard HIV-antigen test which only tests my immune system for antibodies. About 4 days go by and the doctor called wanting me to come in to discuss my results. I’m rather tech savvy and have the phone app for where I get my labs drawn. They automatically upload as soon as new results are posted. Within minutes of getting off the phone with my doctor I receive a push notification from the app. And guess where I was when I get the notification? If you guessed IKEA you’re right. I’m walking alone through the linens shopping and I look down at my phone. I burst with happy tears when I saw the Viral Load of 141,000. If you’ve ever been to an IKEA it’s busy place, people are staring. I laid my items down and leave. I head over to my makers apartment when he gets off. I climb into bed with him because at this point I haven’t told anyone yet. I open the lab app and tell him to read. I can still see the excitement on his face, and I have to say the sex that night was extra special because I got to shoot my first poz load. A couple days go by and I show up to my doctor's appointment. She is not a nice lady, but she was being super nice. I told her that I “know” and that she didn’t have sugar coat anything. The following week she orders additional labs for a full HIV work up. A few more days pass and I get the additional lab results. I now have a viral load of 6,650,000 and CD4 count of 314. I wanted to stay off meds for some time, but my maker told me to start taking meds due to how fast my CD4 count dropped and how high my VL went. If you knew our relationship you'd know I cannot say no to him. I picked up my prescription and went back to his place. He opened the dresser drawer where he keeps the needles and gets a 3mL out and a fresh 23g needle. I slam 3mL of my toxic blood into his veins. After some time on meds we'll be taking a break so I can be the toxic strain-collecting boy I’ve always wanted to be. And then I'll be able to recharge his toxic hole with my pierced dick.

This puzzles me. Cumdump is one of those unambiguous words. One doesn't need to be inside a hole to dump in a condom, so the only true meaning is to dump inside a hole raw.

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.

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!

I tell guys bare only and have had guys still want to use a condom. Most of the time I will go for it, especially if the cock is above average. Most of them will pull off the condom and finish jerking on my ass and hole. I have had more then one finger it in or use a small toy to push it in. Makes my hole slippery for the next guy. I have had a couple of those guys come over again and they didn't use a condom, they hot my cunt full

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 was working at a construction site today on a new house being donated....I was there working on the furnishings and accessories when one of the contractors asked if I wanted help....I thought why not... he was older maybe 60/65 covered in tats, missing a few teeth and a little paunchy. Most of the other guys on the site went to get lunch, but I never noticed.... I was set on getting my job done. When I looked at this guy, I noticed a scorpion tat next to his ear on his neck. Once I noticed this, all bets were off...lol I asked him if I could have a closer look at his tats. He agreed. When I leaned in to look, I grabbed his dick and whispered in his ear “. Fuck me hard and fast before the boys get back?” He responded by dropping his pants and pushing me over on the edge of the new bathtub they had just installed. Gobbed on his hand and shoved in.....he rode me hard and fast, blowing in just a few minutes....it was great. When my son came to pick me up 40 minutes later, I made sure to introduce them and told my son he was a hot fuck with a fat uncut cock.... he asked my kid if he wanted to see what they were working on... Marc my son came back 15 minutes later tugging on his jeans and walking funny... can’t wait to eat my kids ass out tonight.....

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.

Thank you Drscorpio. It started out as a small comment and after so many additions and edits it became a whole other story. But on the subject. As chance would have it I'm about to jump in the shower and race off to not far from here to relive and share this fantasy with another guy. One who I topped in the innocent days many years ago. He his an awesome, built body what we around here call: "Atlanta circuit boy bod!" And also comes in as an inked, promiscuous and POZ bottom and loves being verbal... he is part of my poz top 'transformation training'. I texted a minute ago: "PA - fan or not!" His answer was: "FAN!" Getting back into 'the feeling of that night with the stranger!'

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)

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.

Toronto’s bathhouses-Steamworks Toronto and SpaExcess, together with the FukdTo bb sex parties, offers tons of bb fun! Montreal’s GIJoe bathhouses (I was there for Cumunion some years ago) is one of the best barebacking experiences I’ve had in the Great White North. Pride Month or Week in a Canadian bathhouse brings together local and international barebackers for cummy fun times!

Bournemouth based vers, poz, undetectable. Usually travel to Pink Broadway Southampton or Tropics Portsmouth regularly, cumunion at Hove , and Locker Room Kennington sometimes. Looking to make vids and swap loads.

Loved your Ptown stories. So hot!

wishing that was my ass!

Chapter Three My next period was a blur, all I could think about was what I had just done. Twice. With Jack it was one thing, I mean we've been best friends since forever and we've jerked off the moment we knew we could cum. Him jerking me off and taking my load...it just seemed like the next step I guess. What the step after that was, that was troubling. But Mr. Blackthorn, what the fuck man? It was like he knew every button to push with me. Rubbing my cock, getting me all hard. It was like he knew once I started getting horny my mind got fuzzy and I just went with whatever felt good. Everything he did felt fucking good. But I wasn't gay, no way man. I had a girlfriend, who I fuck regularly, she likes it. But Blackthorn made me fucking shoot like I hadn't jerked off in a month. Plenty of girls have felt me up at away games, all through high school chicks wanted to suck my dick and I let them. But why did his finger feel so...right? The bell rang and I rushed off to the lunchroom. I needed...well I needed a lot but food would help. I tossed like three of whatever they were serving on my plate and found a table with the rest of the guys in the corner. They were going on about whatever and laughing it up like they didn't have a care in the world. When I sat down I tried to be like them. “What's up Mighty Joe?” one of the guys asked. Another nickname based on my dick. “Chillin, you guys?” “We're just making plans for the after game party this weekend. Phillips's parents are gonna be gone and we were thinking of some party favors.” “Oh cool, like balloons?” I asked. They all laughed their ass off. “Yeah like balloons, you coming right Palmer?” Jack sat down next to me, “MY man here miss a party? Never!” The guys cheered again and went back to talking. “I was looking everywhere for you since when do you come straight to lunch?” I shrugged, “I was hungry.” He stared at me for a long second, “What did you get up to?” “What?” I asked looking up quickly. A smile came across his face, “What did you get into in two fucking periods? You jerk off in class?” “No! I said trying to sound offended, though that was exactly what I was doing before Blackthorn stopped me He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and I was about to break when a pair of arms draped around my shoulders, “Hey sweetie!:” Cheryl kissed my cheek and I suddenly felt super guilty. “Hey babe,” I said giving her a quick peck. “Coming over after practice again?” she asked with a wink. “I can't!” I said suddenly, “I have tutoring after practice this week.” “You do?” she asked. “You do?” Jack asked as well. “Yeah, Mr. Blackthorn says I am failing and is willing to give me private lessons to catch up.” “You're going over to Blackthorn's house after practice?” Jack asked. I nodded and looked at Cheryl, “Sorry, I have no idea how late it will be the I have to be up early for class...” She gave me a fake pout but I could see the disappointment in her eyes, “You better make it up to me,” she leaned in and gave my dick a squeeze through my jeans. I was surprised my dick did not respond. “I promise,” I said kissing her back. She bopped off and left me with a questioning Jack. “So really?” he asked. I went back to my food. “What did you and Blackthorn talk about?” “School stuff,” I mumbled. “Uh-huh,” he said leaning in close, “Did you guys...you know?” I nodded once. “Holy shit!” Jack said loudly, drawing the attention of everyone at the table. “He was telling me about the shit he does with his girl,” Jack explained and the guys nodded and went back to their conversations. “What did you do?” he asked in a whisper. I shook my head, letting him know I didn't want to talk about it. “You have to tell me Ev,” he pleaded. I looked around and then at him, “Same thing we did...like almost the same thing except it was all him.” He processed all this, “So he jerked you off and then....like...swallowed?” “The whole thing,” I said, not hungry anymore. “Dude...and you're going over there tonight?” “To study!”I insisted. “I'm behind in the class too, I should come as well.” I gave Jack a panicked look. “What? And to be there as moral support man. I'm your bro, you know that.” That was true, if Jack came with me it would be less likely that I would get all fucking horny again and...well let all of that happen again. “Ok, but you can't tell anyone!” Jack smiled, “Dude, I always keep your secrets. He was right, he always had. After classes, I got into the locker room began to put my uniform off when I realized I still didn't have my jock. “Shit,” I said to myself. “What's up, man?” Jack asked, getting dressed next to me. “I still don't have my jock, I lost it last night.” He reached into his locker and pulled a spare one out, “I am going to get that back.” he said. Sure,” I assured him, slipping my jeans off. “I get to choose how I get it back,” he said and I just nodded, “Promise me.” I glanced over at him, “Whatever you say, dude.” Pushing my dick down I made sure everything was held and started slipping my uniform on. Jack seemed overly amused for some reason. We got out onto the field and it was pretty clear from the start I was not up to snuff. I hadn't gotten enough rest last night and I was kinda sore from the double workout. I tried to keep up as much as I could but the third rounds of sprints I had to pause because I was getting a stitch in my side. “Palmer!” Coach Moore yelled, “Get off my field, Billy, see if he's hurt.” I cursed as I walked off the field, Billy waiting for me at the locker room door, “Anything hurt?” he asked. I shook my head as I walked into the locker room. “Come into my office,” he said, opening the door to the massage room. “I'm fine,” I said, “I just needed to catch my breath.” “You were holding your side, strip and get on the table.” “Coach” I whined. “Strip! Now!” he barked. I shut up and started shedding my clothes. The table was closed as I laid down on it in only Jack's jock. Billy closed the door and I heard it lock loudly. “” Ok, let's get down to business,” he said grabbing some oil and rubbing his hands together to warm it up. His hand touched my back and started to knead the knots out of my back. “Oh yeah...” I sighed as he began to work. We were silent for a few minutes, I felt myself dozing off I was so relaxed. “So do I want to ask why you're wearing Jack's underwear?” “Lost my jock,” I murmured, just on the edge of falling asleep. “It's a little tight,” he said slipping his hands under the back straps. “His dick is smaller...” the words just fell out of my mouth. He chuckled, “I bet that's true for a lot of people.” His hands went down to my legs and I began to doze off again. “How are your glutes?” he asked, waking me up. “Sore from running but ok,” I answered truthfully. He moved up to my ass and I felt his fingers start to kneed the sore muscles. Like I normally do, I started getting hard, which was painful in Jack's jock. “Shit!” I yelped jerking up. My dick was practically bent in half in the pouch and I reached in and freed it. It slapped up to my abs and I felt my face redden, “Sorry, it was stuck.” Willia smiled and nodded, “No problem, lay back down.” My dick was pressed between the table and my flesh and he went back to my ass. As he worked on it what happened with Blackthorn came up and I was curious. “Can I ask you something?” I asked. “Always man.” “So...why does playing with your ass turn you on?” “My ass?” “Nonono, I meant in general. Why does someone playing with your ass turn people on so much?” “Ah, did your girlfriend slip a finger somewhere?” I wasn't going to tell him it wasn't Cheryl but I nodded nonetheless. “Ok, well the long answer is the buttocks is a serious erogenous zone and super sensitive because people usually don't think about it.” “Um, the short answer?” I asked, not sure what he had just said. “There's something in there that is like a sex button.” I glanced over at him, “You're joking.” He shook his head, “Nope, not even a little.” I said nothing for a long time, just thinking about it. “You know in physicals when they test your prostate?” “Um, my what?” “When they put a finger up your butt.” “Oh yeah, that.” “Well, what they are checking is it.” Why do they check it then?” “Because it swells or is abnormal it could mean serious medical conditions. When was the last time yours was checked?” This morning? I didn't say that. “Um, I dunno.” “Ok, well let's show you what I mean and check you at the same time.” I was anxious but my stomach was in knots, like when I first kiss a girl. “Turn over,” he said. “But you're checking my butt,” I said, turning over. My dick pointing skyward. “Trust me, I know what I'm doing,” he said grabbing the lotion again, “Bend one leg and keep it up.” I bend my knee and his hand went between my legs. The cold lotion made me flinch but he put a hand on my chest to hold me in place, “Shhh...stay still and relax.” His finger traced around my hole like it was mapping it my touch. It was weird but nothing that felt like a sex button. “Ok, here we go,” he said, pushing a finger into me. My ass left the table and if he hadn't been holding me down I would have fallen off. “Stop!” he commanded, his voice making me freeze, “Relax.” His finger pushed in again, this time I forced myself to stay still. “Relax!” he said again. “I'm trying!” “Push out...” He saw my confusion. “Like you're taking a shit, push out.” Oh, ok. I relaxed and his finger went into the first knuckle. “Whaaa....” I gasped as my dick twitched all on its own. “Is that it?” He laughed, “We aren't even close, now relax again.” I focused and his finger went deeper, there was a small amount of discomfort but it was also super exciting, which made me ignore it. “Spread your legs,” he said and I bent both knees and widened them. His finger went even deeper and it was starting to feel...weird. Not good, just weird. “I don't think...” I began to say and then something exploded inside of my ass. “Holy fuck!” I roared as I clamped down on his finger. “Relax, relax,” he said in a soothing voice, “We're getting close.” “W-what was...” “Relax,” he snapped and I felt my ass go loose. His finger pushed in again and I could feel something just go nuts inside of me. My dick started leaking like crazy and I felt my ass push down. “I can't find it...” he said, moving his finger around, causing fireworks to go off in me. My eyes rolled back as my dick just jerked with every thrust, pre-cum fell all over my abs as he kept looking. “Ok hold on...” he pulled his finger out and I felt so empty. My ass had tried to follow his finger and my dick was ready to blow. “What, what happened?” “Can't find it, going to have to try to,” he said holding up two fingers and putting oil on them, “Relax and push out.” Two fingers kind of burned, I don't remember any doctor using two fingers to do this but I didn't care because as he hooked his fingers in me it touched whatever it was and I moaned out loud. “Ok, I think it's around here...” He began thrusting his fingers harder and my entire body reacted. Whatever he was hitting was like nothing I had before, every time he pushed in it was like fucking sex in that second. He did it a couple more times and then he pulled out, leaving me panting. “Dude, I'm worried. I can't find it and I should have by now.” My abs were slick with cock snot and my hole was still twitching, “What you mean?” “You might have a problem man, it might be too small.” That worried the fuck out of me, “What's that mean?” “I dunno yet, here...” He pulled me to the edge of the table, my long legs hanging down. “Ok, when I say so grab your knees and hold them apart, and I am going to try on more time. I might have to call a doctor in.” “Whatever it is, find it!” I pleaded. “Ok, grab em.” I grabbed my legs and pulled them back, leaving my ass cheeks open. “Ok, relax and push, ready?” I nodded. This time I could tell it was three fingers, it hurt as he pushed in and I grunted as he made his way deeper and deeper. “Shit coach!” I said as the pain increased. “Hang in there Everett...hold on.” He finally hit bottom or whatever and stopped. My ass spasmed around his fingers is it tried to adjust to the invader. “Take a breath, let me know when you want more.” I took a few breathes and then nodded, “Do it.” He pushed in and hit that thing again. Instantly the pain was forgotten as I threw my head back and whimpered. “Wait, I think that's it,” he said. He thrust again and again and each time my dick twitched harder and harder, dangerously close to cumming. “Come on Everett, hang on...” His fingers jammed again and again...and I was crying out in fucking ecstasy. “Push back, push back hard.” I began to slam my ass down on his hand, stars flashing in front of my eyes as the pleasure multiplied. Again and again, I pulled myself up and then shoved my ass down on the digits. “Yeah, that's it...harder.” “Oh yeah,” I said panting, “How close coach?” “Almost, just on the edge.” “Harder...” I said more to myself than to him. “Harder...” I was really going to town on his hand, I could feel the base of it touching the edge of my hole as I forced those fingers deeper and deeper inside me. “That's it Everett, you're almost there..” I was lost in sex. I didn't care what I was doing, who I was doing it with, all I knew was the sensations coming from my ass and the want, the need for more. “Fuck me, fuck me...” I began to chant, not even sure what I was saying. “Yeah, fuck yourself Everett, fuck yourself harder.” I was lost and just pushed again and again and again... And my cock erupted. Cum went flying over my head twice, my forehead, my cheek and a big ol glob on my mouth. I was so lost in the moment my tongue came out and just licked it away. I could feel warm splashes all over my chest and abs, and all from never having touched my dick. As I got my breath back I realized I was still rocking back on his hand, trying to milk the last moments of my orgasm from him. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, making me wince. When he was free, I felt so empty, so...I don't know. Like I wanted more “Ok, yeah, you definitely have an underdeveloped prostate, but I don't think we need to worry.” I wiped the sweat and cum from my forehead, “Why?” “Well it responded to what we were doing, so I think if we set up a regiment of training it, you know like any muscle, we can get it back to where it should.” “More? Like this again?” He smiled, “Unless you want to go to a doctor, there is a shot they can...” “No, sir! We can do this, that's fine. He nodded and went over to wash his hands, “Thursday after practice, just say you want a massage, that way the guys don't have to know what's wrong with you.” “Thank you, coach! You're amazing!” “Don't thank me yet, we have to work that muscle and beef it up. Just like in the gym. We start small,” he held up his fingers, “But if we want results, we need something bigger.” I just nodded and agreed, anything to get me better. “Ok you're good,” he tossed me a towel, “Wipe yourself off and take a shower man.” “Thanks so much, coach!” He nodded, “Thank you Everett.” I swear man, we have the best people working here.

Chapter Two Everett barely made it to class on time, a fact that was not lost on Mr. Blackthorn. Mr. Blackthorn was one of those teachers that should have been a coach. He was wide and muscular, built like a linebacker with arms that looked like they had been sculpted out of stone. The slacks he wore gripped the man's thighs like a second skin, a fact Everett had been paying more and more attention to lately. “Mr. Palmer, if your prowess on the field was comparable to your academic scores, you coming in late wouldn't be an issue.” Everett paused on his way to an empty seat, “Um, what?” The whole class laughed, “If you were as smart as you were athletic then coming in late would be fine. But since you aren't, see me after class.” “Awww shit,” he said, louder than expected and once again the was surrounded by laughter. He found a seat in the back and slid down, hoping not to be noticed. Once Blackthorn had gone back to lecturing his mind wandered to other things. Normally Everett's thoughts were of three different camps. There was baseball, a topic he loved to go around and around in his head about. Everett knew the stats of nearly every major league player in the past five years, with some he could tell you what they hit on a particular night. But it wasn't baseball he was thinking about. There was also food, easily top three. Thought Everett had a body that looked like it had never gone near actual food, the boy ate like it was always his last meal and he wanted to taste everything before he went. His metabolism was famous with his friends, most who were on a low carb, high protein kick to shed the last few pounds to make them truly a beast on the field. On a dare, Everett had wolfed down five double cheeseburgers from Sliders in less than five minutes. Not only had he won that bet but finished his and two orders of fries the guys hadn't touched. He got a ribbon from the owner and everything. But though Everett was starving, food was not on his mind. As his hand snaked under the desk and gave his dick a squeeze, the only thing on his mind was Jack's mouth on his cock. Just thinking about it made his blood rush, quickly followed by a bucket of cold water composed of everything he had been taught growing up. He had been taught that guy on guy stuff was against Jesus and that God was ALWAYS watching so he better make sure when he had sex it was with someone God would approve of. Growing up nearly all of his friends fooled around with him. One look at his dick and even the straightest of guys would bring up jerking off together just to see Everett stroke it. His dad had caught him and a friend in junior high and he had set Everett down and told him, being curious about boys was natural. Growing up he had a group of friends that would get in on circle jerks, a term Everett had his dad explain, and that was fine. What was wrong, again according to his dad, was having actual feelings towards guys. That was a sin and Everett desperately didn't want to sin. Though he had been wondering why sex with a guy is bad but sneaking into a girl's room and fucking her silly was ok. It was too confusing for him so he just focused on erection and the taste of Jack that was still in his mouth. “Everett?” The boy looked up and found the class empty and Mr. Blackthorn looking at him, “Can you pack your stuff up and come down here?” Everett shoved his books and folders into his backpack, noting that he had not touched them the whole class. As he walked towards Mr. Blackthorne glanced down and raised his eyebrow. Everett looked down and the outline of his cock was clear through his jeans. “Shit,” Everett thought, “I knew I should have found a jock to wear!” “Yes, Mr. Blackthorne?” The beefy teacher sat on the edge of his desk, “I'll give you twenty bucks right now if you tell me what today's class was about.” Everett's face reddened in embarrassment. “You can't can you? Can you tell me what we have been covering this week?” “No sir,” the jock mumbled. Sighing the teacher got up, “Look, Mr. Palmer, I accept the fact you are an athlete so your main focus is on the game and keeping in shape but you do know your scholarship depends on you keeping a 2.5 GPA?” Everett nodded. “Do you know what grade you have in this class so far?” Shake of his head. “An F, a complete zero. You turn in assignments late, when you show up to class you are unfocused and if this is any indication I can tell what you're focused on.” Mr. Blackthorn tapped Everett's dick as he spoke. “I-I'm sorry sir,” Everett stammered as he felt his dick start to chub up again. Blackthorn just stood there watching the length of the boy's member slide down the inside of his jeans. Just the fact the older man was watching made it even harder. “If you thought with this head you'd be a genius,” Blackthorn said, again tapping the stiff cock. Everett jerked at the contact and a small stain of precum stained his jeans. “You're going to need to put more into the class and to do that you need a tutor to make up for what you've skipped.” Everett nodded, wishing his dick would go down. “I'll make you a deal, you get out of practice when around 6-7?” “Mostly sir.” “Ok, on the days we don't have class you show up at my house and I'll try to get you up to speed and when you're in class, no playing with this.” Blackthorn now cupped his hand over the width of the swollen cock and Everett's eyes closed and he instinctively leaned into the contact. “You have class right now?” Everett shook his head. “Come into my office,” he said to the boy, still cupping the monster dick. Everett was led into the older man's office, door closed and locked behind him. “You can't walk around like this,” Blackthorn said, popping open the first button on Everett's jeans. “Sir I...” the athlete began to protest when the teacher's hand pressed harder against him. “Shhh...”, another button gone, “Just go with it, you need this.” Everett bit his bottom lip as another button was undone. The boy's cock sprang up, it's thick head smacking his stomach with a solid thud. “Such a healthy boy,” Blackthorn said, slowly stroking the jock's dick. “S-sir...” he said tried to protest again. “Pull up your shirt.” Everett paused, not sure if he should or not. “I said pull it up, boy!” His cock leaked some more as he reacted to the stern tone of voice. Slowly, Everett raised his t-shirt, exposing his tight abs, the definition clearly showing every deep cut. Blackthorn let the donkey dick go and the sound of it slapping against his abs filled the small office. Blackthorn pulled the dick again, leaving a small smear of precum on the hardened ridges of his abs. “Play with your nipples,” the man commanded. Everett looked down in confusion. The teacher let go of the boy's cock, another wet slap against his stomach and pinched the boy's quarter-sized nipples lightly. Everett moaned out loud as a direct line of sex from his nipples to his cock. Not even aware of it Everett fisted his cock and began to slowly stroke it. “Yeah that's it,” Blackthorn said, twisting harder. The pain was one of the most erotic things Everett had felt and he could feel his dick throb in his hand, another glob of precum forming at his tip. Blackthorn saw the drop and leaned forward to lick it off. Everett jumped as he felt the tongue move across his sensitive tip, “S-sir?” he asked The teacher let go of the nipples and said, “Keep playing with your nipples.” Everett released his dick and began to twist his own nipples as the older man put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. Then, leaning forward, Blackthorn engulfed the jock's dick with his mouth, as he moved his finger under the huge, swaying balls. Slowly the teacher spread the boy's legs, opening up his tight, muscular ass. It was the second time his dick was being sucked by a guy today and it was just as exciting as when Jack did it. His mind was flooded with new sensations, his nipples, the mouth and then the finger. Blackthorn slipped his oversized finger into the virgin ass and suddenly Everett was cumming. Load after load spilled out into the teacher's mouth, the overflow of the massive load dripped out of the corner of his mouth. Everett's ass clenched around the finger, as the cum just kept flowing. Part of him wanted to push the digit out, another part wanted it to go deeper. Finally, the spurts slowed and Everett felt his legs go weak from the orgasm. Blackthorn had never swallowed such a load before, but then again he'd never seen a cock on someone so young before. Removing the finger he let Everett step back, jeans around his ankles, swollen, red cock defeating inch by inch. Blackthorn wiped his mouth and smiled as the teen tried to gain focus again. “Better?” he asked. Everett had a dopey grin on his face as he nodded. “Ok then, get out of here, and remember, private tutoring two nights a week.” The athlete nodded again as he pulled his jeans up, tucking his now, soft cock to the side. “T-thank you, sir...” Everett said, not sure if this was something you thanked someone for. “I was young, I remember what it's like to have a dick with a mind of its own.” Everett could understand that. “See you tomorrow night,” the boy said, walking out of the office. He picked up his backpack and wobbled out of the room. Did that just happen? More importantly, did he want it to happen again?

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.

I wasn't posting about this to keep it a bit of a secret, but I guess the secret's out. I've attended two different Horse Markets as a mare. The second one there was easily 3 Stallions to each mare. I was in the stables for almost 4 hours, and there was maybe a few minutes here and there that I wasn't being stuffed with cock in either end. Lube became unnecessary since my hole was flooded with cum, so the next guy slid right in. If anyone's interested I could turn it into a story and post it there. Easily one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Mare tickets sell out first, and they sell out fast. I was lucky enough to get one for the April event, and, well, we know how that one went... The Stable Master was generous enough to hold all existing tickets for when they're able to open up again, hopefully that will be some time this year.

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

Stockholm slut hole in traning here! Allways in need of chem-friendly pounders. Not picky, but the bigger the better. ?

I'm back from my trip to Berlin. Returning to Lab.oratory was a great idea. The entrance is in same left position of the Berghain club but the door moved i noticed. Tip 1. Get their early!!!! they open on Fridays 10-12 - get there at least 9:30 -there was already 100 guys on line by the time I showed up at 9:45 and another 100 behind me. The fee is 10Euro now. I know the door guy had some bad rep but i found the experience just fine. They give you a wrist wrap for the night for buying bar drinks. and give you a bag for clothing. At end of night you collect your bag -dress and go pay your tab. Bring receipt to the doorman and then go. The place is as big as i remember if not bigger now. I noticed a dance club back deep in the club with stairwells going up to the rail promenade that overlooks the dance floor- i didn't remember this at all. The dark room is still same, the barn rooms with slings by the right of the bar still there. the gloryholes in back - new addition -they had those Czech booths-where you climb in and hoist your legs in straps and your butt is open to all but you and they can't see you. Of course the fail in this is that all the guys just went around to the entrance to see who it was in this booth. I only saw it used twice but definitely was fun. All most of action was in darkroom early-- i got plowed early and alot. but as night went on action was everywhere but realize alot of lurkers and guys just hanging socially in the bar. Their were guys in the bathroom sitting next to urinal waiting for piss etc- i never saw one used but they found their spot and stuck to it. Also, there is equipment to douche but i can't see putting that hose up my hole in that place but its there-someone needs to tell me if they used it ever??? I went early thank god-got fucked and then i left at 12 which was early but myhotel was on other side 45 min away by train and i just didn't want to be stuck and i was fucked out-i knew for me it was time. Well-the line waiting for men to get in had to be 300 guys it went out to the parkling lot area-i was shocked so trust me go early-so you get in and fuck and not waste time waiting on line to get in. BULL bar in Schoneberg gay area- is the dicy dive bar that any pig will love-- the bar (with coatcheck to underwear) is like a Las Vegas bar from 60s but then the backroom is practically blackout -on entry is a sling and then two more sllings in middle of room -the room is 17 x 17 with seating along the walls-not much and then then the toilets-guys in slings claim their spot and don't move. and guys just bend over and get bred. I walked in Friday night and in 5 min i was getting plowed by unseen men. It was quiet on Saturday but still got 2 loads -its a mix of men but it a sleazy place-its not a hi how you doing at all-its just quiet silent cocksucking and fucking. A must for all to visit at least once. Boiler sauna- i went on Monday afternoon-it was more senior aarp than Sundays. it was quiet and still the loveliest bathhouse but i didnt' get much action. So go on Sundays when its popular. Mutchmann's hosted the monthly Coffee and Cream party-its a poz party on 1st Sundays of month. Starts at 5pm no line just a few guys 9 euro check your clothes wear what you want and then play. i had no idea what this would be like it wasn't alot of people -mind you LAB has a Sundaytheme and bathhouse is quiet popular so other distractions but boy i'm glad i went early when they opened- i went downstairs to the bed platform and in 10 min i was bred by a bull of a German man 2 loads and then the crowd started filling up- i took some good loads and this time the early bird got the worm was true. The crowd was sexy mix of young, mature, bears, otters etc-it was not a big crowd but just right number. i stayed over an hour when i sensed the loads were done and there was no line or guys coming in so quiet party but well worth it if you're in Berlin at that time. I took about 17 loads during my weekend and the city is lovely. I don't know if i'll return -i think the city is built for youth to run free and i want to explore other places but if you haven't gone or have low libido -go to Berlin-it will be a good cure!

Southern Sweden. Looking for a top who'd like to breed me!

Part 2 I lay on the bed, my torn yoga pants now completely soaked with my own sissy juice, piss, and toxic Black Seed, my once-tight sissyhole now a gaping, ruined pussy, dripping with the piss and vial loads of the four horse-hung thugs, and all I could think about was how much I needed to feel Jake's impossibly huge slab of meat filling me up, stretching my sensitive sissycunt to the absolute max and planting his monstrous unmedicated Poz load 14" deep into my fertile womb. Jake approached my twitching gaped sluthole with a huge booTy bump made from the jar of Toxic cum and Tina Piss with a nice big rock of meth mixed in for good measure. "I took the liberty of crushing up a few X pills and adding them to our little cocktail here for you" Jake said "Once this baby starts to kick in you won't know what planet you're on for the next few days!" I pushed myself up onto my knees, feeling Clarence and Jamal rip what was left of my yoga pants off me, leaving only my ripped and dripping wet panties and garter/stocking combo exposed, my freshly waxed legs and bubble-butt shining from the sweat, piss and cum that covered me. Bubbles of piss and jizz mixed drooled from my sissy ass, the extreme fucking I had just received making it gape on it's own, my muscles too exhausted to clench and keep it all inside where it belonged. Jake had rigged up a fat buttplug with an enema tube with the huge Toxic booTy bump, and he used the slippery mess leaking from my ass to assist in the insertion of the big silicon toy. The plug itself must have been massive, almost 9" in circumference, getting close to the size of Jake's Shaft, the head of his monster exceeding the insane 3" diameter shaft. With a twist and a push I felt the plug pop into my hole, settling nicely against my P spot, the pressure causing my clitty to once again begin it's constant stream of gurlcum to flow. Clarence took notice of the amount that was seeming to flow endlessly from my gurlcock, and quickly stretched a condom over my sissy clitty and hairless balls. "This will collect any of your sissy juices for later use bitch, plus, I can't have you leaking all over my good sheets!" "Oh thank you Daddy, I hope you have something truly filthy planned for my gurlcum" I moaned as Jake began to squeeze the hot chemmed up mixture into my already ravaged guts. All the little tears and abrasions in my ass offered multiple avenues for the Poz Seed and the drugs to enter my bloodstream, so the effect of such a strong concoction was instantly apparent. My ass instantly began throbbing with wave after wave of pure sissy bliss, the Tina causing me to clench my pussyhole over and over again on the fat silicon plug, causing the Cum and piss to flow inside me with ease, seeping deeper and deeper, relaxing the muscles of my second ring and getting my hole nice and sloppy for what I was sure was going to be the fucking of a lifetime! Once My ass had drained the whole mixture my belly was so full of Cum and Drugged up piss it looked like I could be pregnant with the Seed of all these Black Gods. The X was starting to take effect and I knew it, Every little movement caused the plug to rub my prostate, eliciting a fresh moan from my lips and a fresh spurt of gurl juice into the condom that was quickly filling up; at this rate Clarence might need to get a fresh one on me so I don't overflow this one and risk wasting precious juices. My mind was completely consumed with the thought of Jake sliding his massive fuckstick in to the hilt, and I made sure to let my friends know how badly I needed to feel him inside me. "Oh fuck! My pussy is on fire! Please Jake, destroy my tight little sissy fuckhole! Fill me with every inch of your big fat horsecock and don't stop till you breed my ass full of your unmedicated Poz cum!" I begged, rocking my hips back and forth against the huge throbbing cunt-destroyer that Jake called his cock. Not wanting to tease me any longer, Clarence told me to get ready, and with a loud POP! the enema plug slipped out of my wrecked ass. I wasn't willing to let even a drop of the magic mixture of Seed and Drugs escape my pussy, so I tensed my hole as the plug popped free so as not to spill any. Jake had already lubed his monster shaft with his special T lube, and began rubbing the length of his veiny uncut fuckstick against my sensitive cunt, slapping my hole with his heavy meat, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through my body. I felt him grip my smooth asscheeks and spread my hole wide, lining his gigantic hooded mushroom head up with my eager hole. "I bet you been waiting your whole life for this moment, haven't you slut? You always dreamed of meeting a stud who could truly own your sissy cunt and make you feel like a real bitch, isn't that right you little skank?" I could only whimper and moan inaudible variations of " Oh God" and " Please fuck me" over and over again, my brain totally lost in the orgasmic bliss that came from just feeling his shaft rubbing and teasing my cunt. That was all the answer Jake needed, and I felt him begin to push the huge tip of his destroyer into my ass. The rediculous hard pounding and intense preparation my hole had undergone thoughout the night allowed the head of his cock to start it's way in, slowly stretching the battered ring of muscle that had once been a tight sissyhole. With one big push I felt the head and first 6 or 7 inches burst inside me, causing me to let out a scream of pleasure that sounded deliciously feminine and completely whoreish "OH YESSSSS DADDY!!!! FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP UNTIL YOU BREED MY SLUTTY SISSY CUNT!!!!" Jake needed no further encouragement to start working his monster cock deep into me. Jamal took up a position in front of me, rubbing the copious amounts of yummy toxic precum all over my face before grabbing my head and starting in on my throat. My hands easily found the hard cocks of Clarence and Billy and I began to work the thick hunks of fuckmeat as Jake increased the pace of his pounding. By this time, the Tina and X had my sissy ass hungry to take anything and everything, so it wasn't long before Jake's fat mushroom tip was working it's way into my second ring, his cock buried almost 10" inside me and I could tell he wasn't stopping anytime soon Billy blew a thick cloud of Tina smoke in my face as Jamal and Clarence help fresh poppers under my nose, the combination sending me over the edge. My ass opened up completely, the second ring of muscle giving way to the massive intruder that was Jake the Snake, and I felt the Horse-Sized fuckstick of this Beautiful Black Breeder slide in those last few delicious inches and his huge cum-filled balls come to a rest against my smooth little sissycunt. "OOOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!!!" the moan somehow escaped past the beer can thickness of Jamal's dripping shaft as Jake slid home, signaling the big fucker that he was now free to go buck wild. "This bitch's cunt will never be the same fellas!" Jake declared "It's gonna take at least two of you guys in her at once to even come close to satisfying this greedy slut's cunt when I'm finished." And with those final words, Jake began his destruction of a once innocent little sissy. I tried to keep up on the cocks of the other guys I had been pleasuring, but as Jake began to piston is fuckstick in and out of me I lost all coordination and could concentrate on absolutely nothing else. My entire universe was his cock, I was lost, floating in an endless sea of pleasure as his monstrous mushroom head popped in and out of my second ring, his cock withdrawing almost completely each time, only to be thrust back to the hilt with every stoke. The X was really causing my clitty to drip, so Clarence quickly swapped out the now-full condom of sissyjuice for a fresh one. Every vein on Jake's huge dick felt like it was massaging all the previous toxic cumloads they guys had bred me with into the walls of my sissy cunt, deliciously obscene slurping and squishing sounds came from my overstuffed hole as it was rammed again and again with slowly increasing speed, Every once in a while my now loose fuckhole allowing a spurt of the juices that had been pumped into my ass to leak out, witch Jake naturally used to lube his massive pole as he stretched the limits of my hungry asscunt. I felt cock sliding in deeper than I ever thought possible, my pussy pushing out to take his meat deeper every time he thrust into me, and greedily sucking his cock as he pulled out between strokes. "Oh shit, this little cunt is one hot fuck!" Jake gasped as he enjoyed the feeling of my pussy trying to milk the load from his oversized nuts "I can feel this sissy's asspussy trying to pull me in deeper every time I slide in!" "I think that means she's craving your nutt bro" Billy chimed in, his own cock beginning to drip and twitch, feeling the sweet jizz bubble up from his balls. My natural sissy instinct warned me of the loads about to spurt, so I swallowed the mouthful of Jamal's sweet precum and opened my mouth wide. My stroking increased in speed and Jamal took advantage of my outstretched tongue to work his own load up from his still-full balls. Due to the extremely lewd scene that the six of us made up, It wasn't more than a minute later that Jamal, Billy, and Clarence all let out moans of exctasy and I felt thick gooey ropes of Black Seed erupt onto my face and into my waiting mouth! Each of my studs had already blown more than a few loads already, but their balls never seemed to get any emptier, and the thick white ropes of sperm were as plentiful as always. Naturally the combination of all three cocks shooting simultaniously created quite a mess on my face, so I was truly thankful when Tyrone stepped forward and used his throbbing 10" member to scoop any jizz that had missed my mouth into it, completely filling it up, and making my cheeks bulge. My tongue swirled the toxic mix around in my mouth, helping me to savor the sweet taste of Black Seed before I gulped the whole mouthful down and licked my lips, trying to make sure there wasn't a single wasted drop. "Let's spit roast this little fucktoy and fill her up from both ends Jake!" Tyrone exclaimed, quickly filling the empty cock-slot that was my greedy mouth. "Aight bud, seeing this little cunt take all those hot Poz loads with my cock buried all the way inside her was enough to get me to the edge!" Jake grunted between hard thrusts, each stroke allowing the full length of his 14x3" anaconda to slide almost all the way out before slamming balls deep again. "Imma breed this worthless cunt!" As Jake doubled the pace of his merciless pounding Tyrone matched his pace easily, making me gag and choke as his veiny shaft pistoned in and out of my throat, ribbons of spit and precum dripped from my mouth and chin as I completely surrendered myself to the invading fucksticks. Then, all at once I felt Tyrone's dick twitch and swell, his balls convulsed and pulsated as he began to feed me his delicious Seed. He pumped the hot sticky sperm directly into my throat, giving me no choice but to gulp and suck down his load as fast as I could. It was at this moment, as I was struggling to handle the copious torrents of Hot Sperm being blasted down my throat that Jake let out a huge moan and he began to shudder. His monster cock was thrust in as far as he could force it, the full 14" of meat buried in the twitching pulsing mess that had once been my ass. His balls began to throb and I could feel the first wave of semen slowly work it's way down his urethra, his already massively thick shaft getting thicker with the thick milky cum working its way down to the the engorged mushroom head and finally bursting forth into the deepest recesses of my sissycunt His cum was unusually hot, likely due to the massive viral load of his unmedicated Seed, and it burned as he pumped it into me. His cock just kept pulsing, each new throb bringing with it a fresh wave of his Poz cum, Each spurt from those oversized balls feeling like a full load. I lost count of how many times his fuckshaft spasmed inside me after the first dozen, It felt like I was getting another giant booTy bump he came so much! My stomach was again bloated with the sheer amount of toxic jizz that Jake pumped into me. The intense feelings of such a brutal breeding session were enough to send me over the edge one last time, and I felt my sissy clitty spurt what I was sure was every last drop of gurlcum I had left in my feeble little sissy balls, filling the second condom up to the brim. "Oh God... Oh God..." was all I could manage to say as I lay there with Jake's still hard cock throbbing gently in my ass, still fully inserted in my hole. "I better work this load in real good, make sure this little sissy cunt is gonna get pregnant with my Poz Babies" Jake panted, and slowly he began to grind the base of his shaft against my bruised and broken asshole, the gigantic hooded mushroom head ground into my hyper-sensitive inner fuckhole. He continued to work the massive flood of gooey cock juice into the battered walls of my cunt with firm, shallow thrusts, allowing this bump-and-grind process to ensure that his Poz Seed would take hold in my fertile ass, knocking me up with his toxic children. For good measure, once Jake's cock began to soften Clarence was sure to plug up the gaping stretched out hole with another fat toy the second Jake's Big Black Snake finally popped free. I was so totally drained from the intense ordeal I had just had the good fortune to experience that I didn't even notice when they boys lifted me up and laid me out on my own little sissy bed that Clarence had prepared for me, all cutesy and pink with fluffy blankets and stuffed animals. I still had the presence of mind to open wide when the five of them gathered around my bed to shower me with their Chemmed-up Tina piss, and I swallowed every drop that I could catch, allowing the rest to soak into my now shredded lingerie, content to let their strong scented piss to soak into my new bed, soaking into the pillows and sheets, the stuffed animals quickly becoming pissmops for the endless rain of Drug-laced urine. As I drifted into the sweet bliss that only such a brutal fuckfest could provide I breathed deeply of the overpowering musk of Piss, Cum, and Big Black Cock and drifted into unconsciousness as my Harem of Horse-hung studs stroked their cocks to one final climax, covering my exposed flesh and the puffy red rosebud of my asshole with their Seed. I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for me!

Been with my partner for 9 years. We still have hot sex, but we mess around a bit, me quite a bit more than my hubby, and I mean a lot more! My partners brother is an asshole to put it lightly. He is quite a "homophobe" and has treated us not very well. He has been married for 27 years to a nasty bitch. I am not sure who I hate worse him or her. Anyhow, even though he is a jerk he is quite "doable" and I have had fantasies of sucking him off and then having him bareback my ass and loading me up with his redneck load! I never thought it could actually happen. But 3 months ago he showed up at the door unannounced. I was wondering why he was there as he knew my partner would be at work. He said he wanted to talk to me and show me something. I thought 'oh great, he's gonna call me out on how miserable our relationship has been on him!' He excused himself to the bathroom before we could chat. I waited for him on the couch, when he came in the room I my mouth fell open. His fly of his dirty jeans was open reveling the longest cock I've seen in awhile,(believe me I have seen and been fucked by a few hundred cocks in my lifetime!) His was something else, It was a fucking hot cock and quite tasty looking. He asked if I wanted it, without saying a word or hesitating even a split second. I was on my knees with my face firmly planted in front of his huge tool! I was salivating as he slapped my face with his hard on! He ordered me to lick his huge and extremely hairy low hangers. The smell of his hardworking sweaty body was really turning me on. I started to go down to lick his manly nuts when he suddenly pulled back and barked that I was a fucking fagot queer who thinks of nothing less than being a fucking slut who would not even think about giving it up to his partners brother. He asked meanly how I could submit to him while pretending to be a good partner to his brother. I did have to to respond as he grabbed my had and forced his balls into my mouth. Yeah you are a dirty homo aren't ya? Fuckhead go head and serve me! I bagged his balls gleefully as they smelled and tasted so manly! He then said "you wanna suck my cock and make me feel good don't ya you cock sucking tard! In fact you have always wanted my cock in your mouth haven't ya you no good queer?" I nodded as the head of his gorged cock entered my mouth. I greedily took the whole thing in down my throat, aided by his rough large hands shoving my head into his hairy crotch! "Ya you fucking like that, don't ya you little pussy?" I continued to suck that hard tool deep down my throat gladly gagging on it. After sucking him for what seemed like forever and him barking more insults at me, he grabbed my and drug along the floor to the bedroom, he proceeded to practically rip my clothes off and throw me on the bed. I was fucking loving it when he pulled off his jeans and took off his worn t-shirt revealing his hairy chest and manly belly. Yes Charlie liked his beer and it showed, but it fucking turned me on! He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and with a sudden thud he plowed right into my smooth hole. It hurt so good as I moaned. After several thrusts from this brute of an asshole, I was moaning with fucking pleasure beyond belief as his raw cock was plowing my hole! He was quite proud of his cock and ability's when he bragged at how good he was making him feel. He also said he was a real man and that his fagot brother couldn't possibly know how to fuck if I was so eager to let him take my body! I replied he was fucking awesome and that he was sending my body to where no one has before! He was giving me his evil smirk and letting me know how superior he was to other men and especially his brother. I evilly agreed with him telling him that he was the best fuck I have ever had. And I wasn't lying, Charlie is an awesome fucker in bed! He was sweating profusely all over me as he continued to fuck away my raw hole. He said he was surprised at how tight my shaved "pussy" was. he liked the feeling of the smoothness of it and that I must enjoy shaving it so guys could fuck it. he made me admit to what a slut I've been behind his brothers back. I said I want to get fucked and bred by many men. He then got bigger and his thrusts became faster , harder and rougher! He said that I must like it rough, I nodded with excitement and he then fucked me harder and with more force than any other man has done to me before! He start to moan and rumble and growl and then shot what felt like the biggest load I have ever had before! he kept cumming and cumming for seemed like a lifetime. I was grinning from ear to ear as he was breeding my ass and pour his dirty sweat all over my slutty bottom. When he was done he ordered me to lick his cock clean, which I did eagerly. I started stoking my cock while I was doing this and he grabbed my hands and told me no! He said he didn't want me to get off cause his pounding me should have satisfied me. I told him it did as I did have pre-cum dribbling out of my cock. I told him he made me cum and I was all wet because of him. he bragged "Well of course cause I am a real man!" After the wonderful fuck he gave me I agreed with him. The next thing I knew he grabbed me by the neck and made me swear I would never tell a soul about this, especially his brother. I swore I would never. He told me he would be calling me in a few days and he expected me to show up at his place so he could fuck me again. he then quickly dressed and took off.

rWell since then I have been fucked and bred by "Charlie" many times. Since my partner works nights and so does Charlies nasty bitch wife, he calls me up 2 or 3 times a week and orders me over to his dumpy mobile home. As soon as I walk in the door it's the same thing-he grabs me, drags me to his bed and force fucks my face. I have to orally explore his whole body. After a long sucking session, I bag his sweaty balls, lick his ass, his dirty pitts, suck his toes, suckle on his nips and he force fucks my face again for awhile. Then its up on the bed and he fucks my ass, hard as ever. He always goes in with big thrust, says I have to take it that way since I am worthless slut. He puts me on my belly, then fucks me on my side, he makes me sit on his rock hard tool and bob up and down as fast as I can. Then of course he pushes me on my back and fucks me like a bitch! I love every minute of our sessions. He can actually get to precum just having him fuck me! Pre cumming is a rare occurance for me, I guess "Charlie" just excites the hell out of me. I feel so evil whenever I am in his bed. I still don't like him, but I love love being his bitch and feeling his load up my hole! After about 20 minutes he is usually hard again and fucks my sloppy hole again. Sometimes he goes 3 times. I found out he takes viagra so he can keep fucking me until I am raw and go home to his brother full of him! He laughs at me when were all done and says I can go home in time to beat my partner home and so he can smell another man on me.