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I just had a birthday so I’ve had the last few days off Thursday-Sunday. I’ve taken at least 10 loads since then. The last only being 10 mins ago. He stayed the night after releasing a load and I woke up to him pumping in another.

After work I was feeling really slutty so I stopped at the park and ride. Saw this hit pull up and he was wearing a wide brimmed sun hat and mask. He walked by me as I was parking and made eye contact so I quickly followed but didn’t find him right away. Finally found him on a trail and he followed me to a secluded spot. He asked if I bottom amd I said yes and showed him my ass. He took out his dick which was curved and at least 8 inches. I sucked for like a minute and was rock hard so I spun around and he lubed his dick and pushed in. Felt so good. He quickly picked up the pace and in 5 minutes he grabbed my hips and moaned as filled me for about a minute, then pulled out and left. I pulled up my pants amd went looking for another load deeper in the woods. Came across 4 guys doing a circle jerk. I turned to go on a different trail when some other guy showed up and barges into the circle jerk and broke it up. So this taller Latino guy came out and we made eye contact and I asked him If he tops and he said i do everything and just took a load. I thought I was out of luck when he took out this huge thick 9 inch dick and rubs it on my ass over my jeans. I quickly pull them down and went to finger my hole. He’s like wow you’re all lubed for me and works that massive cock into my hole. Once in he took a moment to let me acclimate and then pounded me. In like 3 minutes he came really hard in my hole and flooded me and leaves. Now I’m literally dripping cum down my leg, so I was getting really hard myself. I looked for someone but decided I’d just go to my favorite video store an the way home and either find someone or just jerk off. When I got there, I saw a fuck buds truck so I went right in as he was about to leave. He turned right around and put me in a larger booth with a bench and had me straddle it. He went to lube me up but felt the cum in my ass. He asked how many loads and I told him he would be number three. He started working his hand in my hole and nearly fisted me. Then he spit in my hole and fucked me for a solid 10 minutes with only taking a quick poppers hit. Then he bred me too. I just love being fucked this time of year and especially outdoors like that. Just pure primal breeding while grounded to nature. Can’t wait to go back later this week a little later at night and breed all night.

I'll give you an it depends answer. The can vary a great deal by location and even party. I have been to several of them in SoCal, and have plans to attend the next party at Sanctuary by LAX on 7/1. The Cumunions at Sanctuary have been the best or at least tied for the best Cumunion parties I've attended. Besides that party I have been to the Club 1350 party, that has now moved to the downtown LA Midtowne Spa location, Club San Diego, and CCBC in Palm Springs. Midtowne's 1350 parties and the CCBcC parties were in my opinion not spectacular but worth my time and effort. I hope I went to the Club San Diego party on a really bad night, because no one was fucking (I can name a city near where I live that consistently has no fuck Cumunions so that could be the situation in San Diego as well). I have not been to any of the parties in the Bay area or Sacramento, so I can't tell you how they are. Generally speaking Cumunions at a bathhouse or sex resort aren't that much different than a regular night at those venues, just busier and hopefully piggier than they normally are. Sanctuary is a sex dungeon type place that rents out for orgies and porn shoots both straight and gay. It does not have private rooms, so all play is public. Most of the fucking happens around 2 tiered sex benches that can hold a dozen or more bottoms at a time or some large beds that are often completely full of guys fucking at the same time. There is usually a sling or 2 as well as other sex "furniture" and smaller beds in the same large rooms, if you are uncomfortable fucking in a dog pile. Guys do rotate around the bottoms on the bench and the bed, and versatile guys like myself will take turns topping and bottoming, and sometimes get fucked while fucking a bottom. It doesn't usually seem to attract as many just spectators as most Cumunion parties. I have heard that the Cumunions at 442 in San Francisco have a similar MO, but I haven't been. I'm not a drug user and never have been, and can have a lot of fun while actively avoiding anyone who is high. It is great that you are on PREP, I wish that I would have gone on it when it became available. I didn't take loads until after I found out I was positive which didn't work out so well, since I was sticking my dick in every guy that wanted it no matter how much cum was in his hole.

The young men reached down and spread their butt cheeks, giving their dads a tempting sight to behold. Matt looked at MJ's pink pucker, Ty looked at TJ's brown pucker, both virgin crevices seemed to be winking in invitation. Matt whistled. "That virgin ass looks so hot and sexy! I've never fucked a virgin before and the fact that it's my own QUEER son makes it that much more special!" "We are 2 lucky QUEER men!" Ty concurred. "I used to wipe that ass when TJ was in diapers and in a bit I get to pop that sweet cherry!" Clearing his throat to get attention, MJ said, "We haven't talked about lube so I have a suggestion. Speaking for myself, I don't want anything artificial between dad's cock and my ass. Daddy, is it okay to suck and slobber on your cock while you eat my ass? Daddy Ty and TJ, do you agree? Dads, bite our holes before you eat them." The other 3 said 'yes' practically in unison. To be continued

Some time ago, I told you about my surprise encounter with Sam, my ex straight BFF little brother (click to read about it). Last week out of nowhere he texted me saying he s seeing rainbow flags everywhere and it made him think about me and how good I emptied his balls. "Are you still sucking cocks ?" Surprised and flattered, I innerly thanked pride month and anwered I was and available anytime he could use a mouth. He said he would drop by in the evening around 8 and that I could wait on my knees, that would be perfect for him. Little after 8 there I was, on my knees, locked and plugged, waiting for my ex best friend's brother. As he arrived he directlu unzipped and came to me, sexy as fuck and cocky as his brother. He was certainly out of the gym. I was doing my cocksucker's job when he seemed to notice the plug in my ass and started playing with it. I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He then slighlty kicked my inner thighs with he s foot telling me to put them apart. He touched my cage with his sneaker "What about that ? - he asked - It s a cocksucker s thing - I answered. - Yeah I bet it is, - and he went on fucking my face. He said he didn t have time but he would be back to watch me put him a gay pride show. "You have dildos right? - yes. - you ll let me watch you wreck your pussy, right ? - Anything. - Cool! Now get back to it and make me nut. I need it" He ended up cumming in my mouth and I swallowed it all. When I walked him to the door he told me next time it would be better if I stayed on my knees or on all fours while he s around.

Met up with friends for drinking Sunday night. After last call my friends called local Ubers and I knew I needed to stroll the local alleys on my way home. I walked to the first local cruising spot around 2:40a and found a number of guys stroking, sucking, and a few bottoms getting pegged. I sucked a few and joined the circle jerk. Eventually I unloaded in a hot hungry older white dude (late 40s) with a shaved head. I zipped up and continued my stroll. A few blocks away I walked past an older hispanic man in late 50's or early 60s around 3:15a, who made suggestive eye contact. He unzipped and shoved his thick latin cock in my mouth and busted within 2 minutes. It was delicious. I continued my stroll ended at the park near my apt. There were quite a few last call cruisers passed 3:30a. Mostly the skittish "first-time" or "bi" types who hear a leaf and run away. Eventually I noticed a cute younger dude with loose fitting jean shorts and an opened button shirt. As I got closer he revealed his plump mid-20s ass, and my cock had to breed it. He took my load and I was on my way. First debaucherous pride weekend since 2019... I think I did well!

He is still on BBRT under his porn name and seemingly still in Canada,. He has an Just For Fans Page. [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/RyanCummingsRAW He was not at IML this year. I made the Bad Seed porn Cumming to Chicago with him there and played with him several times after that. A terrific guy. In C to C, his 12 hour gangbang, I was the first guy up him (me rimming him)...and then the last with my dick going into that loaded ass. I gave him the last load of the night, something like Load 54.

I really would like to go to a Cumunion party! Haven’t been to one but really want to! I want to suck and be fucked by as men my men as possible!

I was blessed to fuck this married man last night. Very tall, very hairy, big beautiful uncut cock, and a Light hole willing to take my cock and load. Te subject of condoms never came up (Thank God!). He promissed me he would come back for more. I believe him. This topicof fucking "straight" guys bareback is one of my favorites. I would love to be able to talk about how reciprocity can be a wonderful tool to turn the most unlikely boys and men into cum-loving slut bottoms. Iam afraid I will end up posting on the wrong section again...

I agree, I accept the risk of being. Cum dump and accepting anon loads, however I take prep and test often and don’t like getting stds. I accept the risk but I don’t chase bugs because having an std/sti is NOT fun. Prep protects me from hiv and I don’t do drugs. I do find a lot of people on here talk about being a “pozzed whore” and it’s cool if that’s they’re jam but it’s not mine. I bottomed for several strangers in LA at a bath house a while back and a two fellow bottoms asked me to do drugs With them or if I had any on me. Like I said I don’t do drugs js don’t like them, these two “bottoms” tried to fuck me later but I turned them down. If I KNOW they are shooting up in their rooms I’m not trying to mess with that or mess around with them, it really turns me off.

Brian knocked on Mr. Miller’s office door. He checked his watch and found that he was a few minutes early. He felt a bit nervous, not knowing what Mr. Miller had planned for his final. It was Brian’s sophomore year in college, and while he did well in most classes, Brian found his psychology class was kicking his ass. Brian wasn’t a bad student. His mind just didn’t click when it came to psychology. That’s why he had been so relieved when Mr. Miller offered to help him raise his grade. Mr. Miller had given Brian videos to watch to help him memorize information, and after weeks of videos, Brian was feeling ready. “Your final will be held in my office at three,” Mr. Miller said. “Make sure to watch the review video the night before. It’ll help make sure you’re fully prepared.” The idea of being alone with Mr. Miller also excited Brian since he had a huge crush on the man. Mr. Miller was in his 40s, black hair with bits of gray starting to show through. Bits of chest hair stuck out of his shirt collar whenever Mr. Miller wore polo shirts. He was around 6 foot 3 which was a few inches taller than Brian. Brian knew that Mr. Miller used the school’s gym whenever he could, leaving him with a strong body. Brian had never been able to see Mr. Miller at the gym himself, though he had tried to on several occasions. Seeing Mr. Miller in the showers would send Brian to an early grave if it ever happened. Brian knew he didn’t stand a chance. Mr. Miller was straight from what he knew. Every female student tripped over themselves when they saw him. Brian knew many hoped they could get knocked up by him. Secretly, Brian would have wanted the same thing if he had been a woman. The idea of having a part of Mr. Miller growing inside of him gave Brian a boner as he stood outside the office door. The door opened, revealing Mr. Miller inside. “Hey, Brian. Come on in.” “Thanks, Mr. Miller” As Brian entered the office, he breathed in deep, smelling the cologne Mr. Miller always wore. It filled the space. Brian’s cock throbbed as he leaked precum into his boxers. As Mr. Miller circled around to his desk, Brian adjusted himself, hiding his growing bulge. “So, have you been diligent in watching all the videos I’ve sent you?” “Yes, Sir,” Brian said. “I found them informative. I really feel like I’m understanding psychology.” “That’s great, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “And you watched the review video last night?” “Sure did,” Brian told him. “Sounds like you’re ready,” Mr. Miller said. He turned to his computer and started typing, his eyes looking at Brian for a brief moment. “Shall we begin?” “Sure,” Brian said. “Good.” Mr. Miller pressed a button on the keyboard and a sound filled the office. Immediately, Brian’s eyes glazed over and his expression changed from nervousness to a blank stare. “You have watched the videos diligently,” Mr. Miller said, smiling. “Many students in the past have skipped several or failed to even try watching any of them. I’m glad to have someone so committed now under my control.” Mr. Miller stood up and locked his office door. He had made sure his schedule had not shown any meetings that day, making it look as if he was nowhere to be found. He circled around his desk, stopping in front of Brian who was still staring straight ahead. “Tell me, Brian, who do you belong to?” “I belong to you, Master,” Brian said, his voice holding little emotion. “And what are you, Brian?” “I am a cumdump,” Brian said. “I am an object to be used by men. I am your sex slave, dedicated to you for the rest of my life.” “And will you do whatever I tell you?” “Yes, Master. Whatever you command, I will do.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out a hand and brushing his palm along the side of Brian’s face. “The best part of this, Brian, is that the part of your mind that was unaware of the subliminal messages in the videos I sent you, is still aware of what is happening to you right now. You just can’t do anything about it. Though, I doubt you’d want to do anything. I know that you’ve had a thing for me. I’ve seen you try to hide your erections in class. I also saw a post from you on Faggot Fantasies. Yes, I know it’s all done under screennames, but a friend of mine was able to hack into your computer ages ago, allowing me full access to everything on your computer. Yes, everything. I saw the post you wrote about me, wanting to take my cock up your ass. You wrote that you’d swallow my load every morning if you could. You wrote you’d even get my name tattooed on your body. I must admit, that pushed me over the edge. Did you mean that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Stand up.” Brian complied. “Remove all your clothing except for your underwear.” Brian started stripping as Mr. Miller reached back and clicked a button on his computer. The hidden cameras Mr. Miller had set up all turned on, recording Brian as he removed his clothing. “I see someone is hard,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and pressing down on Brian’s still-clothed hard-on, watching as it bounced back up, standing straight out from his body. “How often do you masturbate?” “Twice a day, Master.” “Twice a day?” Mr. Miller said. “Normally, I would tell all young men to be masturbating as much as possible. There is nothing more important than physical pleasure. However, since you are to be my slave, I will be insisting on you no longer touching your cock unless I tell you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “I see you spend some time at the gym,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and rubbing a hand along Brian’s chest and abs. “That’s good. You’ll be doing more of that from now on. I see that you’re naturally hairy. Normally, I like hairy men like myself, and I can see you one day looking like me, but, as my slave, I want you hairless. When you get home tonight, you will shave off all your hair except for what’s on your head. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Tell me, Brian, are you a virgin?” “No, Master,” Brian said. “Who took your virginity?” “My neighbor,” Brian said. “And how old is your neighbor?” “Thirty-seven.” Mr. Miller smiled. “You like older men. That’s good. Older men should always have young men available to them. Experience breeds excellence. It is the best way to learn. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No, Master.” “Good. You won’t need one. You belong to me now. My pleasure is the only thing you’ll need to care about now. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Your pleasure is all I care about.” “Brian, what is a dark fantasy of yours?” “I want to have your babies, Master,” Brian said. “If I was a woman, Master, I would want to have your babies.” “Really?” Mr. Miller said. He turned and looked directly into one of the cameras, smiling. His hand slipped down and rested on his growing bulge. “Are you on PrEP?” “No, Master.” “Good boy,” Mr. Miller said. “That’ll make it easier. You’ll be carrying my babies sooner than you know. Would you like that, Brian?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want. It is all I live for.” “That’s right, slave,” Mr. Miller said, stepping away from his desk and circling around Brian. He grabbed the young man’s shoulders and ran his hands along his arms, feeling his muscles and warm skin. Mr. Miller stepped closer, pressing himself against Brian’s back, his groin grinding against the young man’s ass. He pressed his lips against Brian’s neck and kissed him, starting off slow before making sure there were marks left on his skin. “Do you like BDSM, Brian?” “I’ve never tried it, Master.” “What have you tried?” “I’ve been fucked in the ass, Master,” Brian said. “I’ve also given blow jobs.” “Do you use condoms?” “Yes, Master.” “Wrong!” Mr. Miller shouted, slapping the back of Brian’s head. “You never use condoms. Sex is meant to be bareback. You’ll never touch a condom again. In fact, you are allergic to condoms. Touching one will cause your skin to bleed, and not the kind of bleeding we like. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller inserted his fingers into the waistband of Brian’s boxers and pulled them down, his erection causing some resistance. Mr. Miller moved the boxers down Brian’s legs, his lips moving along the young man’s back and ending at his ass. Mr. Miller released the boxers and then grabbed hold of Brian’s ass, one hand per cheek, and spread them apart slightly. He inserted his nose and breathed deep. “I love the smell of a young man barely broken in. Soon, your hole will be a ruined mess, full of cum and swollen from constant assault. Do you want that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller pressed his mouth into the young man’s ass and started kissing his hole, moving his tongue over the sweaty skin and hair, relishing the taste. He wanted to force himself further into Brian, invade his body completely, but not just yet. After several minutes of eating Brian’s ass, Mr. Miller backed away and looked at his work, seeing hair matted with his saliva and skin rubbed raw from his beard. It seemed Brian had sensitive skin. That would work well in Mr. Miller’s favor. “Turn around,” Mr. Miller said. Brian turned, his erection now sticking straight on toward Mr. Miller’s face. “How big is your cock, Brian?” “Six inches, Master.” “Average size,” Mr. Miller said. “The thing is, average is pointless. Only men with truly superior cocks, cocks like mine, should ever enter another man’s ass or throat. Since you will be my bottom slave, there is no point in your dick every getting hard. You’ll need to learn how to cum from using your ass. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller looked below to where low hanging testicles were waiting. “Now these are beautiful. Wearing boxers with balls that hang this low is dangerous. I think we’ll see how far we can get these to hang. How does that sound?” “Perfect, Master.” “You will gain pleasure from your hole being used and your balls being tortured. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “Good. Now, lose your erection.” No sooner had the words been said that Brian’s cock started to deflate, shrinking down considerably.” “A grower not a shower. That’ll be good for what I have in store.” Mr. Miller stood up and circled around his desk, opening a drawer in which he pulled out a cock cage. “This,” Mr. Miller said, holding up the cage, “Will make sure you don’t get hard without my permission. You will wear this everyday without fail. You will never take it off unless I allow it. There is a lock on the cage which I have the key to.” Mr. Miller came back around to Brian and fitted the cage on his cock. Even though he had shrunk, it was still a tight fit. “This lower section wraps around your balls. Now, normally, if you tried to get hard, it would pull on them, causing you pain. Unfortunately, since you’ve got low hangers, it will hardly do a thing. Still, it’s the thought that counts. Now, get dressed.” Brian started pulling his clothing back on as Mr. Miller circled back around to his computer where he clicked a button and the cameras turned off. “I’ll be giving you an A in my class. However, you will not be returning home this summer. Instead, you will be staying here with me. I’ve already written up a letter to your parents, telling them that you are to be shadowing me this summer, acting as an intern. Of course, the school knows nothing about this. What you will actually be doing is living in my house as my slave. I will be training you to serve me in every way possible. By the end of the summer, you will decide to drop out of college. I know you parents will be livid, but we’ll figure out a way to make you disappear without them having to be overly concerned. For the rest of your life, or, until I grow tired of you, you will be my slave and do nothing but think of how you will pleasure me. I will keep you under my control forever, though, there will be nothing of the old you left by the end of the summer. With each passing day, a bit of your old mind will fade until you remember nothing of your old life. There will only be me, your Master. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, clothed once more. “You will go to your dorm room, shave yourself, and then pack all your things. You will then meet me at this address. It is my home. We will be selling your things as you have no use for them. I will take the money and buy more toys which I will use on you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “You belong to me now, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “I am the only thing that matters. You will give yourself over to me completely. In return, I will fulfill your darkest fantasy. I will give you my babies. You see, Brian, I’m poz, and I’ll be knocking you up with my strain. What do you say to that?” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”

I’ve never been to a cumunion party before. Im in a major city in California so I know they are frequent here. I’ve been considering going lately because it seems like regular trips to the bath house result in me getting my Brains fucked out but only collecting like 5 loads which frustrates me a lot. Are cumunion parties any better for that? I am NOT a bug chaser I am on prep and negative but I am a A cum dump and will let almost anyone dump their load in me, unless I suspect heavy drug use. Either way are cumunion parties for me? Unless you seem totally spun out or cracked out I will let anyone use my hole, when I get really horny I get on a sling and close my eyes and then truly take any anon load. My goal is to take loads in a sling while others watch and join in. Is this what happens at cumunion parties? Anyone been to one? What’s the vibe?

Totally made up story My friend has the cutest boyfriend. He's a little smaller than my friend and me. I can't lie. I do wanna drill him. But he's my friend's boyfriend and I would never do that. It's kinda awkward around him. I try not to look so uncomfortable, but I can't help it. There's something about him that makes me so hard. When he hangs out with us, I always feel weird about it. I try not to look at him, and sometimes I feel in the corner of my eye he's looking at me. But I come to my senses later and chalk it up to my imagination. We were all hanging out recently at some bar when we started chatting. It was one of those situations. We were all in a large group in the bar, but then all of a sudden everyone else either moved or we weren't involved in the conversation going on in front of us. It was awkward. And then he asked me a strange question: are you poz? Huh? I said. "What kind of question that?" He was immediately apologetic. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I just thought.." I wasn't offended or anything, a little defensive but laughed it off a little. "I don't get it, why are you asking?" "Well, I dunno. I mean Shane says you like to fuck raw." Okay so sure. Yes, I do tell my friend Shane that I like to fuck raw, and all the nasty sex I've had. My friend is a little more tame than me, sometimes a little judgemental but whatever. Me: Damn he told you that? What else did you tell you?? Him: You have quite the reputation lol. Me: I do??? Like what?? Him: Yeah. I mean you know he tells me all the shit you do. The bath houses, the sleazy motels, cumdumps. Me: Damn. I mean I guess I expected him to keep it to himself. Him: I think it's sexy. Me: You do? Him: Yeah, I mean it's always nice to have cum deep in my ass. Me: Hot. But why did you ask me if I was poz? Him: Lol. Well uhmm. I don't know if I should tell you. Me: What? He looked around for a second to make sure his boyfriend, my friend, wasn't around. He turned to the side a little, wearing his jean, he pulled them down slightly, to reveal the top of his jock strap. Immediately my dick was hard and throbbing. Him: I mean, it's always nice to have poz loads inside me. Me: Damn. My dick was even harder now. A little bit of precum started to ooze out of my dick. Him: What? lol. I mean I'm a neg4poz cumdump bottom. That's when we started to make out. He abruptly stopped, looked around and said "We gotta be careful." Me: My dick is hard, I gotta drill your ass. Him: Yeah, I know where to go. Little did I know that the back bathrooms in the bar was a hook up spot, well when the dance floor was closed. Usually before 7 or 8. He went first and told me to go back there in about 5 minutes, not to raise any suspicion. I stood there waiting, but then found myself in conversation again with my other friends. "Ill be right back, " I said and told them I needed to pee. I started to walk towards the back, past the a curtain, another bar area that was closed and then to the back bathroom. When I walked in, I couldn't believe. Beyond my expectations. A huge fuck fest. One guy crouched down sucking another guy off. A guy bent over the sink getting fucked. In the two stalls you could see 4 feet in all of them with moaning and guys getting fuck. My friends boyfriend was up against a urinal getting fucked by a daddy in his 50's. He was moaning and looked at me and said "hey baby! I'm so sorry. I hope you don't mind waiting." We started to make out while he was gettng fucked and he started rubbing my cock and tried to unbotton my jeans, but I went ahead and helped him. He pulled my cock out and started rubbing it all while we were making out. I asked him "you gonna put it in your mouth" and he nodded and said "yes daddy." "oh fuck me!" he said to the daddy fucking him, massaged his head a little then repositioned himself so that he could bend over while getting fucked while sucking my dick. "Look at me, cmon. Look at me when you suck me." "yes daddy," he replied. The daddy fucking my boyfriend's friend started to cum and my friend's boyfriend said "yes daddy, cum in me daddy. Fuck yeah," . The daddy zipped up, my friend's boyfriend stood up right, totally naked except for his sneakers, sox, and jock. He walked back to the urinal and I pulled up behind him and started to put my dick inside of him. It wasn't too hard, his ass wasn't tight and it was flooded with cum. "OOOH" he said and I got my dick in deep. It felt so good being inside his sloppy hole. Started slow then faster and faster. He moan "fuck me daddy, fuck me" I fucked him hard and harder, it was so slippery and wet but I couldn't hold it any longer. "I'M GONNA CUM!!!" "yes daddy, cum for me daddy". He pushed his body as close to mine as possible I came in the deepest I could inside of him. I slowly pulled out and he turned around and kissed me. We must have kissed for a couple of minutes. We stopped and looked at me and said "we can't tell Shane, about this, okay?" "Yeah no problem here" I started to walk out of the bathroom and asked him if was leaving too. "Nah, I'm gonna stay and take some more loads." From my understanding my friend had suspected his boyfriend was doing some risky stuff. Their relationship was open. From what I gathered, my friend and him stopped having sex anyways. Me and this guy kept fucking around after that. Anytime we saw each other we always seemed to find a place to hide and fuck. He always found a way to rub my cock when we were always hanging out without anyone noticing. In the end, he did end up becoming poz. I'm not sure what it was, but it made me even more attracted to him. I guess I fell in love with him, and at one point asked if he'd ever be with me. But as crazy as it sounds, his bond with my friend was too strong and he ended up rejecting me. I was pretty hurt by it, and I dunno everything between us cooled down. In the end, the awkwardness started back up again and it was almost like we were back to where we started, me avoiding him. He never stopped getting fucked by random guys of course, and created a big reputation himself as being the neighborhood slut. My friend even confided in my that his boyfriend had become addicted to bath houses. I kinda felt bad that I was fucking his boyfriend behind his back, but I mean I was just one out of the hundreds of guys who were.

I’m a burly bear and I love going to saunas. I guess I should get tested but I feel good and I love it raw. Sometimes there are guys who are funny about this but mostly when I drop my towel and see my hung meat beneath my manly belly they say “this time just for you – I need your meat in me raw”. The sauna I go to has a bar between the locker rooms and the cabins, slings and darkrooms. As I entered it I saw our local HIV testing centre had an outreach table run by a twink. As I passed I gave him a wink and he said “want an HIV test?”. I said “nah, love it raw, pounding holes and they love it – would be the same whatever the result”. He replied “but a big daddy like you needs to look after his health”. I laughed and said “good boy, but I need a twink to look after it for me while I sow my seed – and anyway – last time you were here three months ago I’m sure I saw you take it raw”. He smiled and said “I only take it raw here, love the hot guys and the dirtiness of doing it with a stranger. But we come every three months and I get tested with you guys so the lad I give my hole to at the end knows its clean”. I laughed and said “and you only get with the neg ones I imagine”. He laughed and said “well, I get pretty horny by the end seeing all the guys in just their towels but I do try to”. I replied “well good luck to you twink and walked off”. It was only an half an hour to the end of their session and I went to the cinema room for a bit to get me in the mood and then found a cabin. As usual I left the door open. It wasn’t long before the twink from the testing centre passed by in just a towel. The cabins are on a dead end so I knew he’d have to pass back. I took my towel off in readiness and started jerking my thick meat. He stopped when he passed the door and said “wow it’s even bigger than I imagined”. I winked and said “so you’ve been imagining this meat”. The twink said “I know it’s so dirty but the thought of trying out untested confident cock is making me so hard”. To prove the point he dropped his towel and his massive twinky cock sprang out and slapped against his abs I said “wow you are a dirty boy, but a neg one right?”. He replied “freshly tested but I didn’t think you’d care”. I asked him “and you come back and get tested in three months?” He nodded and said sadly “wish I could have more raw cock but there it is”. I told him that he could have my untested cock at any time in between. He smiled the biggest smile and said “thank u daddy” and knelt to suck my cock. I stood up so that he could see what a real, alpha looked like, slapped my cock in his face and let him suck it. He sucked like a pro! A nasty thought crossed my mind “so when you get your next HIV test and again in six months you’ll get your way and have tested me too”. He looked up and me and said “oh wow daddy, make me your HIV test!”. I said “I think it’s time we prepared that test”. I liked his hole and then aked “OK then twink, are you ready to go UNTESTED?”

Was cleaning the house the other day and found a book of images that were pretty hot. I decided I’d try to draw these on my iPad as a small experiment. Source image and my sketch below. Would like to hear your thoughts.

I believe that most of them are broke, if that helps, and I'm sure a few are bi. Just not straight.

Definitely warm and VERY wet. Ryan makes all that extra lube when he gets excited. You can see in the movie....we had to hold him in place on the table as it became so slippery he was going to slide off.

You look good eating ass.

Yes, he's still in Canada. Still making porn, but slowed down quite a bit. He's still doing live shows and appearances and recently travelled back to the States - LA, San Diego and Palm Springs for open door fuck parties. I was lucky enough to seed him again in SD. He seems to be doing well. Nice guy and true pig, as @FelchingPisser said. I actually filmed you both in Chicago. I was the one reminding you to cheat for the camera and to not mind me up underneath you. :-p

hot videos and great website! I like this video too: [think before following links] https://www.pornoleon.com/porno/am-strand-treiben-es-drei-schwule-typen-296/

I have been to CumUnion events in Portland Oregon, Berkeley California, and Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, and at the original location in San Francisco which is now closed. At all three locations the men in attendance are more open to sex and certainly to sharing loads, so I think you will have fun and feel well used and filled.

I might have added to places where I thought I would like a bit more… the don also has larger legs and arms than the photo.

Hawks is hiring so I know they plan to open soon!

Very hot! Keep us posted!

@TripA84, glad you've gone in for testing and treatment! Taking care of your sexual health shows that you care about yourself and about other people. Please consider discussing with your doctor, and setting up a regular testing schedule. Although people who take medication for HIV prevention or HIV treatment automatically receive regular STI testing (for PrEP users who are gay or trans, the US guideline is STI testing every 3 months), other people should consider regular testing, too. Unless we stop having sex, STI risk is always present. It's also a good idea to review vaccinations with your doctor. Vaccines against Hepatitis A, Hepatitis B, HPV, and meningitis are available, and these four infections can be transmitted sexually. As you and @hntnhole both say, these are the risks we take. Note too that gonorrhea and some other STIs can be transmitted just from getting or giving a blowjob. Reference re: testing frequency: • Search for "More frequent STI screening" in [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/std/treatment-guidelines/msm.htm

Yes. It's in the "Activity" menu (at the top of the desktop interface). Choose "My Activity Streams" and select "Content I Posted In". Note, this only finds the topics you posted in; your actual posts may be somewhere in the middle of the topic.

Went to my local nudist beach today (great weather for a change on the west coast of Scotland!). Beach was busy 😃 and after a bit of edging and eye contact there were 5 of us sucking, wanking and sharing poppers, and I laid down and got covered in 4 loads of cum from complete strangers. I would’ve preferred 4 loads being fucked into me, but it was still horny!

Part 9 -“Just been a bit busy” I lied. I had been indeed avoiding him but as expected, it didn’t take much for him to lure me back to him. Just one sleazy video and my resolution just vanished in seconds. -“You’ve been getting cold feet, haven’t you? I know the path you’re going through. A slut getting off on taking risks but not yet ready to admit he wants more.” I didn’t know what to answer. He was right on the money like he was able to read my mind. -“I still want to make you mine, boy! My poz cum will wait for you. Just hit me up when you’re ready.” he added. -“Yes, sir!” was all I could manage to respond. I had this urge to jump on a flight and go get his dirty seed. But I was so conflicted I just couldn’t handle a simple conversation. That evening, I just spent a few hours searching pozzing videos. I jerked off like a mad man, sniffing poppers, until I shot a huge load to this video: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/35127/pozzing-the-neg-bottom/ The guilt came back almost instantly as I was holding my still hard dick. I jumped in the shower and took my daily pill again, thinking it was just a slip up and that it wasn’t too serious. In the following weeks though, I realized that there was no going back. I went back to BZ and BBRT and I caught myself looking specifically for undetectable and poz guys. Somehow, it wasn’t enough for me not to know the guys’ status anymore, and I was avoiding guys on PrEp. I wasn’t confident enough yet to express what I was looking for however, neither to other guys, nor to myself. The guilt was slowly fading. After all, I was still on PrEp myself. I felt that I could have all the twisted thoughts and fun I wanted because PrEp was here to make it all okay at the end of the day. I got fucked by a few undetectable guys, probably a few poz guys too in a bathhouse. I even voluntarily missed a day or two of PrEp from time to time to give me the feeling of higher risk, but I wasn’t ready to drop it altogether again. As great as BBRT is, it still wasn’t providing me with what I wanted. Just a couple chasing bottoms who wanted to get fucked along side me, and a few tops I think were into pozzing but that I couldn’t manage to be straightforward with. I slowly understood that I would never jump by myself and that I needed to be guided. Or pushed. Fast forward three months ago, I was informed that I would be travelling to a conference happening on the West Coast. It was going to be my first time there and I was excited to discover a new place - and mostly its darkrooms and sex clubs. My city doesn’t have sex clubs and darkrooms unfortunately, as it is prohibited to sell alcohol in places where you can have sex. I like bathhouses but I’m always bothered by the fact that you have to undress and walk around in a towel. Sex clubs and darkrooms feel more organic to me when it comes to sex. Thinking I should just try and line up some guys already, I set up a travel schedule on BBRT. It took less than ten minutes to get a WhatsApp message -“Hey boy! Just saw that you’ll be visiting soon! I know we haven’t been in touch much but just know that my poz dick is ready for you if you want it! I know I want you! Cheers!”

only 3 days later you start messaging me again beggin for me to come around. telling me I was amazing and that you havent been fucked like that before. of course I was fucking amazing - and a piece of trash like you should get used to being fucked like that - its all you're good for. i tell you to be ready at 4pm, you give me some bullshit about work. I dont give a shit about your life, you want my fucking cock you make your fuckhole available when I SAY. I dont respond and by three o'clock I have a pathetic message from you saying you will be ready at 4 - fucking rite - cocksockets like you need to get your fucking priorities right 4:05 I turn up and strut into your flat. everything is the same as before and I find you in the bedroom, head down arse up like a good whore should be. as before I smack your worthless arse before spreading your cheeks to look at your fuckhole. it looks different. instead of winking at me like last time, your ole brown eye looks like it's wet and crying - you fucking LUBED your hole!!!!! Im furious and spank your ass several times as hard as I can yelling that I decide how much lube you get - then walk out of the flat slamming the door behind me for the next 2 days you send me messages like a pathetic bitch, apologising, begging for me to come back. Telling me I can do this and that if I come back - like I need your fucking permission you walking fleshlight finally I give in to your pathetic whining and begging and give you a time to present your fuckhole for raping. I slam the front door to announce my arrival and stride into the bedroom look at ya kneeling there on the bed ya dirty piece of fuckmeat, visibly shaking - good you better be fucking scared slut. Im so fucking pissed at ya trying to sneak some lube up yer pucker to make it easier for YOU. Nah you are gonna pay for that cockwhore. I notice you didnt even bother to put the condoms and lube on the nightstand - good we both know they wouldnt be used anyway two fingers rammed straight up yer shitter to check - judging by the scream you are dry up there. Hope you enjoyed your last dump coz you wont shit for a week when Im done with ya. no mister nice guy , no spit on yer skanky hole this time. just 9 thick inches of real man meat shoved balls deep up yer shitpipe in one thrust FUUUUUUUUCK I LOVE the scream of a total dry entry, damm you are a strong piece of trash - almost got away from me that time, luckily im heavier so yer hole is going nowhere. lying on top of you pinning to your bed thrusting in and out SO turned on by your muffled screams - shit your neighbours must think someone is stabbing you in the guts - oh wait - yeah that would be me changed you mind?? So? Cant take it??? who gives a fuck? fact is you ARE taking it. Im balls deep in your shitchute and my cock is rearranging your guts to fit my cock perfectly so give your self some credit - you CAN take it and WILL be taking it till my manly seed is filling your ass the squirming has died down and I think I can hear sobbing - thats good, you have accepted your place in this Last time I only wanted to USE a hole to get off this time Im determined to ABUSE it. Fuck!! that stroke went a bit wide, you obviously havent had that part of your guts punched by a thick nob before, SHIT you almost got away again. there now that better , my arm around your throat. holds you in the proper position to take a fuck. Cant breathe? breathe through your fucking ears for all I care. shoulda just accepted my big cock up your turdtunnel and none of this would have been necessary you should be fucking grateful I came back at all ya little cunt. I even did you a favor and had a wank before I came over so you could enjoy my cock for longer i relax my arm so you can breathe, so you can experience everything you begged for fucking you harder now, need to give you another load, relax and open up you ungrateful cunt Im gonna reward you with my spunk FuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkKKKKKK!!!! I shot more than I expected. tightening my arm around your throat again as I relax inside yer busted ass, I can still feel you quietly sobbing under me. "Dont move", I let loose a nice hot stream of post-orgasm piss deep in your guts. I yank my cock out of your torn up little bung hole and some spunk and piss leak out all over the bed - thats your fucking fault not mine ya slack whore. I pull up my shorts and jeans and head for the door. "If this door is unlocked in 2 hours time you'll get the same again. if its not then you'll never fucking see me again no matter how many beggin messages you send". I hear a whimper as I close the door

Hey all, sorry about the long wait. Though I never stopped reading all of the hot stories and topics on here, some life changes made me stop writing. I think it's about time I start working on it again. Hope you like it! A quick disclaimer before we get to it: though some events might have been based on real life episodes. This story is, nonetheless, a work of FICTION. Part two - Two bears and a chubby cub I had him then. And once I had my dick all the way up his ass, I knew what he was about to say before he even said it. "Fuck me please. I'm all yours" And fuck I did. Steady pace. Slowly and gently, making the cute chubby cub moan in ecstasy. His tight ass was squeezing my hard cock and I could tell he was not used to getting fucked... but he wanted to be and I could help with that. I started going a bit harder. Pulling almost all the way out and slowly sliding it all back up his hole. As I said, at just above 7 inches I wasn't the hung bear on the block, but I was big enough and thick enough to make him rethink his choices, and just as I thought, involuntarily his ass started trying to push out my condomless dick. "OH shit! It hurts." "You want me to stop?" I said as I slowed down, leaving just the thick head of my uncut bear cock inside his swollen hole. "No! I want it... just go slower. And please don't cum inside me." "OK babe", I reassured him again, knowing that my load would end up deep in his guts (and he would be the one asking me for it). I got back to it. Slow pace with a couple of harder strokes every once in a while just to feel that ass tighten around my dick even more. We got a rythm going. As I kep telling him all the right words and sweet nothings to make him relax, my hands were all over him - grabbing his shoulders so I could pull him back on to my cock, on his hips making sure he didn't try to move away from my raw bear dick, caressing the still light fur on his back so he would give in to lust, gently spanking and grabbing his thick ass cheeks... he was a hot cub and I was getting more and more into it. "I love how clean you are down there. I'm glad I could trust you to fuck raw. It feels so much better this way", I told him. "Yeah. Your dick feels so good. I swear I can feel it pulsing. You're the second guy that I ever played bareback with...." his voice trailed off. "Oh fuck... That is hot. Can you feel how hard I am right now?" I asked as I pulled all the way out and shoved it in one slow but unstopped thrust. This time he was ready, his ass was relaxed (and best of all, still amazingly tight) and he took it all in with just a small whimper. I picked up the pace. His moans and groans got louder I could feel him burning with desire and most importantly, this time there was no asking me to pull out or stop. I was starting to truly make his ass mine. He was loving it and I was loving it. The cub was ready for my load when suddenly his hands were on my hips trying to stop me. I slowed down. He spoke softly but with a bit of worry: "There's someone over there watching us". Ah. He finally noticed the guy. This was my chance. "It's a cruising area. There are bound to be other guys. I bet he's just looking for fun like we were. Either way, we don't have to worry." I kept fucking, slower strokes again, my hands just rubbing his shoulders and neck now. I wanted him to fully relax. "He is kind of hot. You can tell he is a hairy fellow, just like me." I told him. "You think it would be ok if we let him get closer and watch us?" It was a gamble but I didn't want to lose the chance... "Yeah... if you say it's ok..." he said sheepishly. I smiled without him even realising and I waved the guy over. He was next to us in a second and I knew why my friend had warned me before; Around 50 years old, nice belly, big hairy arms, chest hair poking out of his unbuttoned shirt, a beard with some grey on it and a nice bulge tenting up his trousers. Just the kind of guy I would happily bottom for raw (ah, the perks of being versatile!). I didn't know his status but from my friend's warning, I was pretty positive about what it was. "Very hot!" The stranger spoke. "Thanks. Glad you're enjoying it" I answered as I gave him a wink and got back to pounding my chubby cub's ass a bit harder than before. "You're enjoying it too, aren't you boy? Tell me how much you love my raw bear dick inside you." The words were chosen carefully. Now this stranger knew: I was fucking bareback. This hot piece of ass was into bears. The cub was clearly mine to use. "I love your raw bear dick inside me!" - he said in a low embarrassed whisper but with no hesitation. I took another chance. "You want to try and suck cock while I fuck you?" I asked. The stranger's eyes lit up and a devilish smile ran across his handsome face but he didn't move. He knows his game, I thought to myself - always let the bottom think it's his choice. "Yeah..." another shy quiet answer. I know he was feeling a bit scared but he was also to into it to say no. I could just picture him in his room jerking off to this exact situation, his cum spraying all over his fuzzy belly and chest as he fantasized about being a bottom for a group of tops - now was his chance to live out this fantasy. I slowed down once more to make sure I was taking it all in: A rustle of metal as a belt was unbuckled. A hard dick bursting out on to the warm night air. A nervous 22yo cub tightening his ass at the sight of another cock being presented to him. A stranger moaning as soft wet lips hungrily took hold of his dick (a bit longer than mine at almost 8 inches but not as thick - even I was lusting hard for it). Imagine the scene: Two horny and perverted hairy bears (with pretty nice dicks I might add) and an inexperienced chubby cub who had completely given in to lust. His eyes tearing up, once again that night, as a dick reaches further and further down his throat. Now with the added sensation of another dick (my dick!) relentlessly forcing it's way inside his tight ass at the same time. A boy of 22, dick so hard and leaking precum as it never had before, being spitroasted bareback by two strangers he had only just met, both of whom fully aware he would be taking their loads up his neg hole... even if he did not know it yet. And then, as we both bottomed out and filled the chubby cub's throat and ass with cock as never before, we looked at each other and grinned. Part 3 (ending) coming!

Since there's always been an open door policy between the Evans and Williams houses, it was perfectly normal for TJ and his dad to enter unannounced through the patio sliders. "TJ, you can sit across from me and Uncle Ty, across from dad. Nod if we're all on the same page" There were nods all around. "Uncle Ty, Dad, any questions or comments?" Matt was the first to speak. "Ty, it seems the QUEER gene is strong in both of us and we've created 2 hunky studs. MJ, you said you saw Uncle Ty and me having sex on your hidden cams. Are they stills or videos and what exactly were we doing? Do you still have them?" "HD videos and the cams operate by motion detection. TJ and I have everything saved on our laptops and I mean EVERYTHING you 2 hot men and your various friends do. Thanks to you we never had to buy porn. You guys could make a fortune, specially because it's natural and not scripted. Beyond that, it's been a tutorial on how men please other men, in the most beautiful and dare I say nasty ways. I also like the way you refer to yourselves as QUEER instead of gay. Sounds so powerful." "That was your dad's doing." Ty said as Matt played footsie with his son under the table. "Powerful is right! Matt told me he felt gay sounded too polite and QUEER was like a slap in the face to outsiders but completely comfortable amongst our own. By fate, we were assigned a dorm room together and we both confessed to being bi, which at the time was true. He pulled me in for the most amazing kiss and we were instant boyfriends and buddies. We've loved each other ever since. I hope that's not too much for you young men." With a wicked grin, TJ said, "Not in the least. MJ and I have also been boyfriends and buddies since we came out to each other as QUEER, to use your word. You and Uncle Matt have been the most constant and wonderful men in our lives and we both love and respect you. Now that things are out in the open, you also need to know that we find the 2 of you totally sexy!" "Do you now?" Matt asked, reaching over to squeeze MJ's thigh. "Speaking for both Ty and myself, we've both secretly lusted after the 2 of you and now, here we are, free to act on those lustful desires. Are we free to do that? Tell us, is there anything you'd like to know about the things we've done? You're certainly old enough to have an open and honest discussion. TJ? MJ?" TJ was the first to speak. "Dad, you and Uncle Matt seem to do an awful lot of kissing. More than you do with other men. Is there a reason for that? I love kissing MJ, but we've never kissed anyone else, but I'm hoping Uncle Matt will change that for me." "Let me take that," Matt said. "as much as we enjoy other men, your dad and I love each other and our kisses have a level of intimacy beyond what we feel when kissing others. Of course, being family, that may apply to us. Plant one on me!" With that, Matt placed his mouth on TJ's and Ty did the same with MJ. After 5 minutes of swapping spit the 4 of them pulled back. "You're right about intimacy. I feel it when I kiss TJ, but it's there with you in a different but just as wonderful way!" MJ said. "Matt, your son has inherited your talented tongue!" Ty exclaimed, licking his lips. "Different from our kisses but just as powerfully intimate. I'm liking the way things seem to be progressing." Smiling broadly, MJ said, "Uncle Ty, I can see why my dad loves kissing you and it's one of the most exciting things to watch. You and TJ both kiss intimately, but in different ways." "Not that it's any of our business " Ty said, a bit nervous. "How far have the 2 of you gone?" "We've been suck buddies since we were 16." MJ said. "Before then, we jacked each other's dicks and ate each other's cum. After seeing you guys, we decided to wait until today to give you men our virgin asses. I have a confession to make, dad, I stole one of your dildos and TJ and I would use them on each other. So, will you and Uncle TJ take our cherries? More than anything we want our first cocks to fuck us to be the cocks that made us. How about it?" He asked, actually feeling himself blushing. Feeling a strong stirring in his crotch, Matt replied, "After everything you've seen, did you really think I'd refuse? Knowing and loving Uncle Ty as I do I can say for certain that he's just as agreeable. I'm guessing you have this all planned out. Won't you tell us?" "MJ thinks it best that we take things slow and I agree" TJ replied. "I'm thinking we have a swim until lunch. Then a nice long makeout session until dinner and finally the entire night." "In other words, a seduction!" Matt declared, clearly pleased at how wonderfully he and Ty had raised their sons. To be continued.

This story that happened to me last week needs some introduction... 1) I met John some weeks ago on Grindr. He s the typical 30 something straight newly dad guy that sometimes logs in to find some mouth or ass to fuck. He s hot so I m his slut whenever he needs to empty his balls. 2) Richard was my best friend until some 5 or 6 years ago. I was just a regular gay bottom guy back then looking for love and he was my straight friend. We had a nice friendship but eventually we went separated ways over some big fight and never spoke to each other ever again. He had a younger incredibly hot brother, Sam. Back to my story, last thursday night. Out of nowhere I received a text from John "Hi you woke? I'm with a friend. Drunk and I told about your slut mouth, he s in. Want some dick?" I didn't answer as I was kind of lazy but he insisted saying they were near my place, that I only have to blow them separately, that I shouldn't let him down as he already told his friend he could unload down some fag's mouth and how good it feels. I got hot in the process and I told him to come over. When I opened the door wearing only my cage and some mini short as John likes it, I felt my heart stop : his friend was Sam, my ex BFF younger brother. John didn't get the situation. He came inside inviting his friend in, slapping my ass and making it clear I shouldn't feel offended as he s drunk and mumbled something about wanting my mouth on his dick Now ! Sam was just smiling, defiantly looking straight at me, confident, alpha, like his brother. I was wondering "what were the fucking odds !!!" John asked his friend who goes first and without waiting for a reply told me to go to the other room and wait. I did that. Got on my knees facing the door and waiting. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I learnt from my previous owner how to just let go, don t try to control things and accept my place. Sam came in and closed the door behind him. The same smile, the same look on his face. "Did my brother know?" I looked at him puzzled, I didn't get what he was talking about. "Did he know you were this kind of homo?" - No, I whispered looking away. - He always said you were a classy gay..." He sat down on the couch and told me to try and make him hard. I obeyed. Undid his pants took out his flacid cock, kissed it, touched it, felt it grow and get harder then put it in my mouth. Very nice dick. He laid on his back and let me suck him. I did it respectfully. After some minutes he just said "Take the cum" and I did. After a while of me kissing is dick he stood up and went out. John came in and fucked my mouth, put on a condom and broke my ass. They left joking about what just happened. On the next day Sam texted me. "I like you better now". I replied "As your cumdump?" "Yeah"

Before the main event, here's some necessary background. Tyler Evans Jr, known as TJ and Matt Williams, known as MJ are lifelong friends who share a birthday. Growing up next door to each other, their dads are also friends. MJ was born prematurely, in the seventh month and his mom died in childbirth. TJ was full term and born exactly an hour later. TJ's mom ran off with a truck driver when he was 2 years old. Matt and Tyler, the elders are college friends and partners in a construction company. Today is their 18th birthday and the 2 of them have something special planned. While TJ is black and MJ white, they'd always considered themselves to be brothers and they never spent a day apart. Matt Sr came down to the kitchen, surprised to see that his son was already awake and had breakfast on the table. Both dressed only in boxers and wifebeaters, it was always casual attire at this hour. "Happy 18th Birthday, my young man! What are your plans for today?" He gave his son a chaste kiss on his forehead. MJ had grown into quite an attractive man, he'd inherited his late mother's bright red hair, but he was otherwise his father's son, 6' tall and toned with a hairy chest, a trim moustache and from what he could see, an ample package. "I think a proper kiss is in order!" MJ exclaimed, surprising his dad by pulling his face close and parting his lips. Though shocked, his dad responded and they kissed passionately for a minute. Pulling back, he said, "TJ and I have the same things planned. As a matter of fact, he and Uncle Ty are most likely doing just what we are right now. You see, we've known about you and Uncle Ty for quite some time. Don't worry, if we weren't fine with it, I wouldn't have kissed you like that, but I've wanted this for the longest time." Taken aback and yet relieved Matt Sr heaved a sigh. "How did you find out? How long have you known? How much do you know? Why did you wait until now to tell me this? Are you and TJ both fine with having gay dads?" "Since we never saw you dating any women, but you guys were out every night, we decided to get on our bikes and follow you, we were 14 at the time. Your red truck is hardly inconspicuous and when we saw it parked at B&S Tavern with the rainbow flag, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. I'd known for sure I'm gay since I was 10, but it wasn't until that night that I told TJ. He came out to me and we had our first kiss. I think we know every dirty detail and dirty isn't bad. If you remember, it was about that time I wanted to work for the CIA as an agent. Thanks to your generous allowance, I was able to buy tiny cameras which I put all over the house and we've seen everything! There was no need for us to buy porn when we had 2 hot studs enjoying each other and the occasional other men!" Next door, at the Evans house, the conversation went like this. "So you see, dad, MJ and I have known for quite some time and you have our approval as well as our blessings! Today, I'm officially a man and I want to be kissed like one!" He pulled his father's face to his and they kissed deeply. "Maybe it's wrong to speak ill of the woman who gave birth to you, but I'm glad you're nothing like her" Ty said. "From the day you were born, you were the image of me and as amazing as that is, I'm proud of the sweet, smart man you've grown into. If you don't mind me saying so, you and MJ are both sexy! Breakfast is gonna get cold. Let's eat!" Back at the Williams residence, MJ had just loaded the dishwasher when he got a text from TJ, 'Dishwasher loaded, do you want us there?' He replied, 'As soon as you can and don't bother getting dressed, just use the gate!' To be continued? Feedback appreciated.

A 19 year old in neighborhood graduated school Sunday .I asked him what he wanted for graduation I was thinking something for college etc I did know he was gay he replied he wanted to try to top bareback. He came over last night. When he undressed he had a thick 6 inch dick. long story short he fucked me 4 times I feel asleep He work me up with a nibble on my neck and his dick up my ass pumping in number 5

I got my first STD-Rectal gonorrhea. Im actually relieved because I thought it was something worse…My only regret is not going to the clinic as soon as I experienced these symptoms. I was somewhat scared and procrastinated. Idk what to say, but I guess i need to ready for these type of situations. Thats the risk we take for taking loads.

Even though work has been way too busy, yesterday I douched completely after work and waiting my 30 yo Vietnamese pigson to walk over from his place to mine. We're both overworked. Our clothes came off fast in my bedroom. I'd recently been manscaped so I was still relatlvely smooth and hairless. He has smooth hair on his legs and no where else. He sucked on my hardening cock and I had a quick taste of his. He got me on my tummy on my bed and rimmed my hole for bit. Using no lube at all he entered me. I needed a bit of time to get used to his cock in me. He fucked away. With his breathing shortened he told he was ready to cum. A big load later, he fed me his load out of my ass. Such a good pigson! YUM! I was still hard. He went to town on my cock. He put a few fingers in my cummy hole and I shot my saved load down his throat. Fingers in my ass always get me to cum in short order. Afterwards, being so hungry for food, I took him to a local Thai restaurant for a bite to eat. He's off to Vietnam in a weeks to see his folks for about a month. And I have thoughts about Steamworks Toronto when he's gone...

This thread is so hot. Been jacking to each chapter. Anybody wanna chat/talk about this, definitely hit me up! I'm game to get off with others about this.

Hope you BB me sometime, give all all the Danish juice you got and I certaibly suck your cock before and after

This is so fucking hot!

by Hooder It was the start of John's second week in Hell. He'd skidded on some diesel in the road and driven his motorcycle into a tree. The next thing he'd known, here he was. It was not actually quite as bad as he'd expected. It wasn't continuous boiling oil, sulfurous fumes and everlasting fire -- the demons and fiends worked an 8-hour day torturing souls and everyone had the weekends off for sight-seeing. Accommodations could have been worse, too -- he shared a room with a serial killer who didn't want to talk about his punishments and there was a reasonable view of the general devastation from his window. His first week had been a getting-to-know-you kind of time: he was shown around, introduced to various dignitaries (he even caught a rare glimpse of Mephistopheles himself, getting into a hearse) and met his own personal torturer -- a fiend named Elmet. There then followed a variety of torments and tortures, to find out what John was most susceptible to. They started out with the usual physical things -- foot crushing, bamboo under the fingernails, branding -- (the nice thing was that however he was abused, at 5 PM prompt everyone reverted to their undamaged state so they could be worked on again tomorrow), but he reacted no more and no less to these crude methods of torture than did anyone else. Elmet was looking for something better -- something personal to John -- something he particularly couldn't take. The fiend found just the thing on Friday afternoon. It was 4:55 PM, almost time to quit, and Elmet had John spread-eagled on a table. He'd been gouging out bits of the boy's body with pincers and was getting bored. To be fair, John had been screaming quite well, but it just wasn't right somehow. By accident, Elmet's clawed hand slipped and a long, bony finger scraped across the boy's bare sole. The resulting yell and convulsion of the biker's body had made Elmet pause. This boy is ticklish, he thought. He put the pincers down and experimentally scraped a fingernail slowly down the length of John's left foot. The ensuing scream caused the demon next door to bang on the wall. Elmet looked at the boy, considering. He reached over and tickled both armpits lightly. Now John was strapped down with good-quality canvas restraints, but his convulsion was so intense that he actually broke the one holding his right wrist. At that precise moment the end-of-day whistle went and all torturing stopped for the weekend. Elmet ran his eyes over the young, hunky body before him. What he saw was not a healthy, 22-year-old boy with a firm, well-muscled body but an infinite number of intensely, unbearably ticklish spots. As he released the boy from his restraints and sent him off with a cheery, "See you Monday," he realized that this weekend would not be spent as usual watching reruns of "Baywatch" but in constructing a suitable restraining device and thinking of fiendish ways to make an excruciatingly ticklish -- and horny -- boy suffer as much as inhumanly possible. Elmet was good at that sort of thing. As he blew out the torches on the wall and left the torture chamber he smiled in anticipation. When John entered the room on Monday morning he noticed some changes First off, the walls had been soundproofed. Secondly, there was a large wooden device standing in the middle of the floor. Elmet greeted him. The fiend was looking especially ugly today, John thought. He was wearing a brown Monk's habit, the loose hood of which hid the back of his bald head, and his ebony-black face seemed particularly grotesque with its sharp, pointed nose and gash of a mouth. John noticed that the fiend had recently filed his teeth. "Now," said Elmet, drooling slightly, "we're going to try something different today. Observe the device." He pointed to the wooden construction that dominated the chamber. "Kneel on this board here. Your wrists are held high above your head by these metal rings and your tootsies are roped tightly to these rods at the side. Are you with me so far?" John nodded, although he wasn't altogether sure about the way things were going; he had seen the look on Elmet's face when he'd tickled him on Friday. This device would be ideal for that sort of thing. "This," he indicated a rod which stuck out at an angle a couple of feet above the kneeling board, "will go inside you. It will help to keep you..." He searched for a word, drooling some more. "...interested in what's happening." The fiend gave vent to one of his earsplitting cackles. He really did have an unpleasant voice, thought John -- thin and reedy. "Very well, on you get." Elmet helped the boy onto the device, lubricating the rod and making sure it was firmly up his ass. He secured John's wrists and ankles, pulled up a stool and sat in front of him. Reaching into the voluminous sleeves of his monk's habit, he produced a length of thin rope which he tied carefully around John's balls and the base of his cock. He then pulled it tight and fastened the other end to a hook in the floor. The effect of this was to pull John's already stiffening cock and his balls away from his body. His 8" cut cock stabbed the warm air in front of him in a disturbingly vulnerable way. John was getting nervous. Being mutilated with pincers was one thing, but being tickle-tortured was something else altogether. He prayed that that was not what was going to happen -- he was not sure he could take it. Ever since he'd been little, John had been painfully aware that he was unbelievably ticklish. He had been known to punch people who had playfully tickled him in the mouth -- quite involuntarily -- it was a reaction he had no control over. He was so inconceivably, incapacitatingly ticklish that even the thought of being tickled caused him to curl up into a tight ball to protect himself. Elmet knew this. He had spent part of his weekend researching into the ticklish aspects of his victim's past life and he had carefully designed this piece of apparatus to make him as devastatingly vulnerable to this unbearable torture as possible. When he'd completed the construction he'd sat in the Satanic Library boning up on techniques of Tickle Torture. It was not something he'd had any experience with, but fiends -- even more than demons -- are quick and studious learners and instantly became expert in their chosen field. They also have powers they can call upon which can assist them immeasurably in their work. John moved experimentally to find out just how much he would be able to protect himself if his worst fears proved to be true. It was not a lot. His arms were held immobile and the only part of his anatomy he could move was his pelvis -- and every time he did that, the rod rode in and out off his arse, making him extremely horny. He would watch the fiend closely, monitor his every move so that he would be prepared for whatever he might do. Elmet had thought of that, too. From the folds of his habit he produced a strip of black leather. "You know what's going to happen to you, don't you? I'm going to tickle you." The fiend cackled insanely as John's worst nightmares became fact and he shook his head in desperation. "And you need to see, don't you? You need to be able to see where my fingers are, don't you? Well," he dangled the strip of leather in front of John's face, "can you see through black leather? Imagine how much worse it's going to be with this leather blindfolding you..." He shrieked a cackling laugh. "Here -- feel it." The fiend wrapped it round the boy's cock, which jerked in response. "It's going to make you so much more ticklish -- and horny." Elmet took the leather and, in spite of John's pleas for mercy, tied it over his eyes. The leather was extremely thin and molded itself to the contours of his face, cutting out all light and blindfolding him completely. John was already on the verge of losing it and he hadn't even been touched yet. "Please, Elmet. Look -- what you were doing with the pincers was unbearable. Please do that. This is silly. Whoever heard of tickling as a torture? Anyway, I'm not very ticklish. You'll be wasting your time. Honestly. Let's go back to the branding irons. Please. Don't do this. Please." Elmet grinned. "Well, tell you what -- we'll try it for a few hours and see how it goes. Who knows, you might like it!" He sat on the stool again and waited, enjoying the sight of the hunky boy's body quivering with dread. He had no way of knowing when -- or where -- the torture would start. Suddenly, he dug stiff, bony fingers into John's sides, just above the waist. He probed and wiggled them. Unfortunately, in Hell it's not possible to faint, otherwise John would have done it, instantly. As it was he let out a shriek that tested the newly-installed soundproofing to its limit. Every muscle in his young body tensed and he used every ounce of his strength to escape from his restraints. Elmet had constructed the device well, though, and it was far stronger than John was. The fiend's fingers walked slowly upward toward the boy's armpits. John was shaking his head violently. "No! No! Please, not the armpits. I can't take it." Elmet cooed softly, "You're not supposed to be able to take it. If you could, it wouldn't be torture, now would it? Remember where you are. This is Hell, after all." He tickled John's armpits mercilessly and the boy convulsed, involuntarily moving his pelvis back and forth on the rod. When Elmet had built the device, he had paid particular attention to that rod. He had studied John's internal anatomy, taken precise measurements, and made the rod so that as it moved in and out it rubbed very gently against the boy's prostate gland -- not enough to make him cum (it was vital that it didn't do that), but just enough so that it would keep him intensely horny, indefinitely. The fiend's fingers wandered over John's sensitive body, finding every nook and cranny that was unbearably ticklish, and tickling every single one. He worked unpredictably so that the boy never knew where he was going to be attacked next, and alternated slow, sensuous teasing with bouts of merciless torture tickling. John was cursing the blindfold. If only he could see. If he could see, he might just possibly stand some slight chance of being able to prepare himself for the torture, alleviate it slightly. He willed himself to be able to see through the blindfold --- but that thin strip of leather made him more helpless, vulnerable and ticklish than all the rest of his restraints put together. He tried to shake it off, but wherever he moved his head there was no way he could shift it. Once he managed to lift it very slightly by pushing it against his bicep, but Elmet saw at once and, with a cackling, "Now, now, that's naughty," he pulled it back down so the boy couldn't see a thing and tied it tighter. Lunch break came and Elmet shared the usual hot coal sandwiches with the boy. John wasn't hungry, and he was still shaking. The fiend was very pleased -- this torture was proving extremely effective. The afternoon was what Elmet had been looking forward to. Not once during the morning had the fiend touched John's cock and balls. John had a rock-hard erection for the whole time and was desperate to cum. This afternoon it was time for some genital tickling to get the helpless boy really horny. Elmet produced a feather and made himself comfortable on the stool. He closed his eyes, recited strange words, and called upon powers to assist him. Instantly two disembodied hands appeared, and three more feathers. The hands, unseen by the blindfolded boy, positioned themselves at John's unprotected sides, two of the feathers readied themselves by his bare feet, and the other two at his armpits. Without warning, the tickling began. Gently at first, the fingers probed into John's sides and the feathers began their work on his feet and armpits. Within seconds, John was in hysterics. He squirmed and struggled as much as his restraints would allow and screamed at the top of his lungs. The feathers worked themselves between his toes, or turned and dragged their sharp ends across his soles; the disembodied hands dug their fingers into his ribs and sides, hitting the boy's nerve centers bang on and stimulating mercilessly. The other pair of feathers were stroking gently across his armpits, round and round, in and out, driving the boy crazy. Elmet cackled and directed his attention to the spunk-filled balls and the eight inches of vulnerable, unexplored, sensitive, ticklish boycock that swung helplessly above them. He used the feather in his hand to tickle the testicles, getting right into the crevices at their sides, and reaching round to tickle the backs of the balls as well. With his other hand, he used just one long, tapering finger on the very tip of the desperate young cock, moving round and round over the bare glans and up and down across the piss-slit. John was in an ecstasy of hysteria and horniness. He swore, pleaded, begged, threatened, screamed, shrieked, laughed, cried and struggled violently against his restraints. The fiend ignored his cries completely and the only effect the boy's struggling had was to make him even more horny. In common with all fiends and demons, Elmet possessed a power that enabled him to cause his victim the very maximum suffering possible: he could feel exactly what John was feeling, but to a much more attenuated degree. This meant two things -- first, he knew precisely where and when to tickle the boy for the most intense effect; and secondly -- he knew at any given moment how close he was to orgasm. As his fingers stroked and caressed the aching cock, sometimes working on the very tip, sometimes gently enclosing the entire shaft, squeezing lightly, or stroking up and down the full length, Elmet could feel exactly what John was experiencing. In this way he could keep the youth a hair's breadth away from shooting his load. He could keep him on the very brink of orgasm -- and still make it impossible for the boy to get the relief he so desperately craved. The main problem when someone else gives you a hand job is that because every individual does it in his own particular way, it's never quite right -- you could always, in fact, do it better yourself. However, because Elmet knew exactly what his actions were feeling like, he was doing exactly what John would have done himself if he had been trying to bring himself off -- the only difference being that if John had been doing it he would have brought himself off instantly, whereas the fiend was making very sure that the boy couldn't cum. John was almost delirious. He had been horny many times during his life, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that it was even possible to be this horny. The hands tickling his sides and the feathers working on his feet and armpits were driving him insane. His whole body, every square inch of his anatomy, was one big ticklish area. The chamber reverberated to his shrieks and screams. His voice was hoarse with screaming, his throat sore with laughter. For hours, pre-cum had been oozing out of the end of his cock, dripping stickily down to form a puddle on the floor. The fiend's fingers slipped and slid over the lubricated glans, the feather did its ticklish work on his unprotected, vulnerable balls. This went on for the rest of the day. At 5 o'clock the hooter sounded and all work stopped. Elmet caused the disembodied hands and the feathers to disappear and removed the boy's blindfold. John was desperate! "No! No! PLEASE -- YOU CAN'T STOP NOW -- MAKE ME CUM! FOR GOD'S SAKE MAKE ME CUM!!!" Elmet shook his head slowly. "For who's sake? God can't hear you, sorry. I might let you cum tomorrow -- or Wednesday -- or a week on Thursday..." He shrieked one of his cackling laughs. The fiend released John from the wooden restraint device and smiled evilly (which, for him, was easy to do). "Same time tomorrow, please." As John was leaving the chamber, Elmet called after him, "Oh, and don't try to bring yourself off -- I've put a holding spell on you. Don't want to waste all that lovely spunk I've been building up all day." John ran back to his apartment, flung himself on the bed, took his cock in his hand and began to jerk himself off. Within seconds he was on the verge of cumming - but he couldn't! He beat his cock desperately, but he couldn't cum. No matter how hard, how fast, he tried, he just could not cum. With a scream of frustration he punched the bed and cursed Elmet's name. His cock, rock-hard and aching for release, rubbed against the sheets. Again he tried, and again he failed. That night he got no sleep at all. Every couple of minutes his hand went to his cock and he tried to bring himself off. It was no good. He spent the night with a permanent erection. His cock begged him for release. Whenever he moved, whenever he turned over, opened or closed his legs, his cock made its urgent need known again. By the morning he was almost mad with lust and frustration. On Tuesday morning he arrived at the chamber an hour early. Elmet did not seem surprised to see him. The morning was a repeat of the previous afternoon. Lunchtime came, but John insisted the fiend didn't stop. Elmet made some comment about Union rules but carried on torturing the boy anyway, out of the goodness of his heart. John was not allowed to cum on Tuesday. Nor Wednesday... Nor Thursday... On Friday morning Elmet announced that he was going to let John cum. He tickle tortured him for an hour or so and then brought the boy off by using a small, soft brush on the tip of his victim's glans, tickling the boy's balls with two stiff feathers and causing the disembodied hands to tickle his feet, sides and armpits very gently and teasingly. The boy's orgasm was the longest and most shatteringly intense he had ever experienced. It went on and on. Thick, white gobs of hot, sticky spunk, which had been encouraged and built up so carefully, but which had been so sadistically denied release for so long, exploded out of his cock like water from a fire hose. Elmet carefully collected every drop. The boy's reaction was so violent that at one point the fiend wondered if the restraints were going to hold him -- but they did. Eventually it was over. John subsided, a quivering, shuddering wreck. His body relaxed for the first time in ages. He waited for the fiend to release him. But Elmet did not release him. Ten seconds after the last drop of spunk had been milked from his throbbing cock, the torture began again. This was a hundred times worse than it had ever been. Having just had the most intense orgasm of his life, the boy was at his most sensitive, his most ticklish, and Elmet was not going to let that hypersensitivity go to waste. Oh, no. The feathers tickled, the fingers probed and prodded and the torture went on -- and on. Today was Friday. By 5 PM John was once again half insane with ticklishness and the urgent need to cum. He faced a weekend of constantly needing to bring himself off but not being able to, followed by another week of pure torture at the tickling hands of the fiend. After a while it settled down into a routine. Elmet had decided that the boy's torture would be worst if he was made to cum on a Thursday morning. That way, by Friday evening he was at his most desperate for orgasm and had to get through an entire weekend of unrelenting frustration and three more days of tickle torture before he had any relief. John came to fear Thursdays more than any other time. Although the orgasms were the most wonderful thing he could imagine, the tickle torture immediately afterwards was horrifying to think about. His only relief came on Christmas Day. Elmet removed the holding spell on Christmas Eve until work resumed on Boxing Day. Christmas Day was the only time he ever got any sleep -- and even then he didn't get much as he spent most of the day jacking himself off. In odd moments he contemplated his fate. He had been in Hell for just three years now. Unlike some of the other poor souls, he had a fixed sentence -- he would not be here forever. At the end of his time he would go to the other place to spend the rest of eternity in paradise. How long had he got to go? Every week Elmet put the spunk he'd milked out of the boy into a container. When that container was full, John would be free to go. The container was a bottle. It was ten feet in diameter. And one mile high. -- Cody & Cory Foster

Part 8 I didn’t know what to think. I guessed those guys must have been undetectable. I thought about all those moments I freaked out after that night in Paris. I thought that I was a fucking moron to take so much risk and swore to myself a hundred times that I would never again be this stupid. It was one thing to just fuck around mindlessly or even fantasizing over text messages with a poz top, but actively and knowingly taking poz loads was a whole other business. I was still insanely turned on thinking about my night at Le Next, but was completely disgusted and scared at the same time. How in the world did I get away with it for so long and never catch anything? I had gone for that routine check up, fully expecting to find out I was poz, but when all my results came back negative, I felt a huge sense of relief. My doctor wrote me a new prescription for PrEp, after almost four years off. I took the prescription, folded it and tucked it into my pants’ back pocket. I made my way directly to the pharmacy to pick up my little blue pills, and on my way home though, I felt a bit strange. I had dropped PrEp for a while. I was fully conscious of the risk I was running but I had never had such a close call, at least that I knew of. My mind was spinning constantly around the idea of chasing but I dismissed it almost immediately. Actively looking for poz loads was a step too far when it comes to where I was willing to go. At least I thought so at the time. That evening, I took my first blue pill in almost four years. I then stayed pretty quiet for a few weeks, with just the occasional hook up here and there. I had not logged in on neither BBRT nor BZ for a while, probably scared I would be lured away from my resolution to not fall deeper into it. I was holding well on my resolution to stay away from trouble, until that one Saturday evening. I was preparing for a quiet night at home. It was March, almost the end of the winter, but it was definitely still super cold and I was in no mood to bury myself into a pile of clothes in order to dig my way through the snow. I had made myself comfortable on my couch, wearing some old grey sweatpants, my favourite soccer jersey and some socks. I had been lying around the house all day and was a bit bored. It was probably about 9pm when my phone vibrated. It was a WhatsApp notification from my sexting buddy on the West Coast. We hadn’t been in touch for about two months. I had tried to not contact him because I knew it would encourage me back into my old ways. I opened the message and it was just a link to a video. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ I instantly became hypnotized by the video. I had stayed away from porn too and the few hook ups I had recently had not really been satisfying. The video just lit me up in a matter of seconds. My dick got hard almost immediately and I started rubbing it frantically over my sweatpants. I watched it maybe ten or fifteen times, digging my poppers out my drawer where they had been left untouched for two months. The rush of the poppers, the images, I knew from this moment it was too late. My phone vibrated again. -“Hey boy! It’s been a long time! Have you been avoiding me?”.

17. After a few shaky moments as Blake came down from his orgasm, he pulled out. Then it was Steven’s turn. I cleaned Blake’s cock as Steven pounded me mercifully. A cup full of pens bounced off the desk, scattering across the floor. Steven was clearly enjoying my hole and the fresh load his secretary had just pumped into me. He pumped harder and harder, grunting at he gripped my hips. His fingers pulled at my skin. “Blake, get some fun toys from the drawer. As soon as I breed him I want you stretching his cunt out.” “How stretched are you thinking?” “How about some of your favorites.” He laughed, “You’re in for a fun day.” He moved out of my view and I heard drawers opening. As he did Steven reared up and started fucking deeper and harder. He grabbed onto my nipples and twisted them eliciting further whimpers and yelps. He was rutting as hard as he could. Blake came back into view and flopped a big fat shiny black dildo onto the desk next to me. Steven growled his appreciation, paused in his fucking for a second and then slammed fully inside me. He roared and his cock throbbed as he pumped another load out. I let out a long and relieved sigh. Blake, however didn’t intend to let either of us bask in the afterglow. Steven has given him instructions to follow and he intended to do so. He slathered thick lube all over the dildo in his hands and moved to take Steven’s spot between my legs. As Steven pulled out I clenched my hole tight to keep all the cum inside me that I could. I grabbed my knees and pulled them up, giving Blake the best access I could. The cold plastic head of the dildo pressed against my hole and I relaxed. It was bigger than either of their cocks, and probably as thick as the toy I had slept with but not nearly as long. Blake chuckled as he slid it into me commenting, “I should have known this would be no problem for you.” He was right, I made short work of taking the whole dildo inside me and he was soon pounding it in and out of my wet hole. Despite not being the biggest challenge, it felt good. The dildo had thick heavy veins that could never exist on a real cock and I relished the friction of them pushing and pulling against my ass ring. “Try this one.” Steven handed another toy across me. It was a medium length, like a plug, but had seven bulbs down the shaft of increasing size. The tip was the thickness of a slightly above average cock, but the base was bigger than anything I had had inside me yet. It had to be almost six inches across. Blake took the dildo out of my hole and dropped it with a wet thwap on the desk. Its shaft glistened with a combination of cum and lube. Steven handed him the new toy and looked down at me with a wicked smile. “You probably wont be able to take the whole thing right now, but by you’re going home with that thing in your cunt tonight,” he said. “Yes Sir.” “Blake, I have that meeting. I’ll leave you to your work. I’ll be back at lunch.” “Perfect,” Blake said, sliding the first bulb into my hole. Steven got dressed, we both watched him, Blake slowly working the first bulb in and out of my hole getting me used to this new invasion. When Steven had dressed and left the office, locking the door behind him, Blake returned to his work. “You’re going to love this toy,” he worked the second bulb into me, “I’ve spent many a day sitting at my desk with it locked inside me.” “Fuck yes, stretch me out.” “You don’t have to worry about that, between the toys and these fingers… you’re going to be wrecked tonight.” I gasped a little as the second bulb bounced into place, “Good. I’ve been so fucking horny since my roommate put this cage on me. I cant function without a load in me at all times.” “I don’t think you have to worry about being empty any more. Steven and I are going to be breeding you a lot, and I’m guessing we wont be the only ones.” “What,” a grunt as the toy was pulled completely from my hole and then pushed back in, “what do you mean?” Blake pulled the toy out again, and rammed it back in to the second bulb. I felt myself opening up more and more. Each time he pulled the toy out of my ring, I became a little bit more loose. “You think were the only three horny gays in this office? Or this building?” The third bulb started to enter my hole. “Make sure you’re actively relaxing and tightening your cunt. You have to work the muscles too. That way youll be able to open up whenever you need.” “There are more guys,” I had a one track mind… more cock. “You’ll find that out soon enough, focus on your cunt muscles.” I closed my eyes, winking my hole open and closed, pushing out slowly and making my hole spread wider. “There you go, good. Take a deep breath… hold it… hold it… and out,” the third bulb slid easily into my hole, “Good. Fuck that looks so hot.” “It feels so fucking good.” “Ok I can’t take it anymore. Here, hold on for a minute.” Blake slid the toy out of my hole, and slapped it on the desk pointing straight up. “Grab that and get on the floor.” “Ok!” I swung my legs down off the desk and grabbed the dildo. “Start squatting down on that, lets see how far you can get. You’ve had the first three bulbs inside you. Don’t push too hard. Remember we’ve got all day and we don’t want to break that cunt.” I did as instructed, quickly taking the first two bulbs and then slowly working down the third. As I did Blake went to the large filing cabinet in the corner and pulled another toy out of the drawer. It looked similar to the one I was now working inside myself but it was even bigger and only had three massive bulbs. Each one could have been a huge butt plug in its own right. It looked wild. He slathered lube all over it, and then walked over to where I was squatting on the floor. He set the toy down on the floor in front of me, and then squatted down over it. I watched, a little shocked and a lot impressed, as he lined up the toy and then easily sank down on the first two bulbs. He groaned and shifted to kneeling so that he could press his ass down the last inches to stretch himself wide on the last bulb. I couldn’t see the toy anymore but I could see on his face when the bulb finally popped in. His eyes grew wide for a second before snapping shup and a look of rapture erupting across his face. His hands shook a little, and fresh sweat glittered on his forehead. He let out a shuddering breath, and smiled wickedly at me. “Much better.” “I did not expect that.” “I told you, I can work at my desk with the toy your working on deep in my cunt. My hole can take a lot.” “God that’s hot.” “Glad you think so, and it seems like I distracted you enough that you didn’t even realize you’d slide down on your toy watching me.” “What?” I grabbed at the base of the toy in me. He was right, two more bulbs had disappeared into my hole. I now had five out of seven bulbs lodged in my cunt. “Fuck,” I groaned. “Keep it in, but lay on your back. Lets see if I can get one more into you.” I grabbed the base of the toy and lay back, keeping it in place as I once more assumed the position. Blake shifted over, still kneeling on the floor keeping his own toy in. He took over the toy and started slinging it in and out of me. The bulbs pulled at my hole each time. It was like the veins on the last toy but in over drive. I was sweating even more than before. I felt sloppy. He pushed and pulled, the five bulbs I had already taken working in and out of me. Occasionally he would push a little bit more, the sixth bulb stretching me yet wider still. When he did I would take a deep breath and push out, trying to make my hole open wider. Blake wasn’t rushing the process though. He was determined to open me up properly. Bit by bit he worked the larger bulb inside me. Then after what felt like a blissed out hour, he said “Deep breath.” I sucked air in and then very very slowly let it out. The toy was pushed slowly, keeping in time with my exhalation, till suddenly: Pop. It was inside me. I shuddered. The size change on these bulbs was something to behold. While the first five had been relatively easy after all the abuse I had taken over the last few days this one was a struggle. I knew I was stretched wider than I ever had been before. “Breath, breath. You’re doing amazing. You feel ok?” “Jesus, Blake! I feel amazing. I want my hole wrecked like yours! Please open my cunt up.” “Don’t work, don’t worry! You will be. This is a good place to take a breather though. We don’t want to make your hole too sore. Stay just like that.” He spun around on his dildo, and then got up very slowly. He bent forward so I could watch the massive toy fall from his ass. It was beautiful. His ass lips were dark pink and stretched wide. They clung to the orange-silver silicone of the toy. When the tip dropped from his hole it hung open for a long moment, his dark red guts exposed. He looked over his shoulder and winked at me. He went back to the filing cabinet and came back with two more toys. Both were the same orange silver color of the toy he had just been riding, and shaped like big blunt eggs. He lubed them both up, and then bending over the desk for me to see he worked the larger of the two into his own loose cunt. The second one, only slightly smaller than the first, he brought over to me. “I’m going to take this toy out of you, and you’re going to sit on this plug. Just kneel over it and sit down slowly. Its only a tiny bit bigger than whats in you right now but itll keep you open while giving your cunt a little bit of a rest.” I groaned loudly as he pulled the toy out of me, and with shaky legs moved over the plug. I took a deep breath and got the first part of the blunt head into my hole. The sides of the plug were slick and smooth and I easily slid down most of the shaft. Blake was right, it was only a little bigger than the toy he had just taken out of me, and it was only in the last inch or so I felt the stretch. Breathing slowly I rocked my hips back and forth a few times. My reward came suddenly as it always seems to with plugs when something shifted in my hole and the base was suddenly against my hole. I gasped, moaned, and then let out a long slow breath. “Good job. Just breath. We’re going to give your hole a little bit of a rest.” “Fuck, god this feels so good. Blake I don’t want to stop.” I was kneeling in front of him, it felt like I was begging. “Don’t worry, we’re only giving your hole a rest. You’ve still got a mouth.” He slapped me across the face with his hard cock.

The 4 of them exited the pool. Matt took the lead, "I'll grab towels and sunscreen" And he did so, passing the towels among them. "I haven't dried you off since you were a baby and it was never like this! MJ, you have a beautiful cock!" "Not as beautiful as the cock that made me!" MJ exclaimed, lovingly drying his dad's cock. I love being uncut like Uncle Ty and you. Me and TJ were the only uncut guys in school. Cut cocks are so plain and boring." Hearing what MJ said, Ty chimed in, "No male in my family has ever been circumcised! They consider it mutilation and there are nerves in foreskin that enhances stimulation. Plus it gives us more to play with. I couldn't love Matt any less if he'd been cut, but I'm glad it never came to that. TJ, your cock looks like it's bigger than mine! and it feels wonderful!" "Dad, your cock feels wonderful too and it'll feel more wonderful when you fuck me and take my cherry tonight. Thank you for continuing the family tradition and not mutilating my cock!" "Piggy as I am, I'm still practical and that means using sunscreen." Matt advised. "Ty, TJ, being black doesn't exempt you the sun can damage your sexy ebony skin. I know I'm a pain in the ass but for purely selfish reasons I need you guys in my life! Young men, on your chairs, on your backs so your dads can apply it for you!" MJ and TJ took the 2 center lounge chairs, their dads standing beside them. Starting at his son's feet, Matt lovingly applied the sunscreen up his legs. Not surprisingly, MJ was hard and leaking when his dad's hands reached his crotch. "A good 9" and half coverage with a thick veiny foreskin. I'm impressed!" Looking up, MJ saw his dad's throbbing hardon. "Just a bit shorter than yours, not that I'm jealous! Believe me, it's taking every ounce of my willpower to not take it in my mouth, That first load of POZCUM is going deep in my ass!" "I have a wonderful son!" Matt said. "Ty, I think our sons need to hear this, don't you?" With a nod from Ty, he continued. "I hooked up with a sexy man, knowing he was viral, and willingly let him fuck me. Since we've never kept any secrets, I told Ty all about it and we made a pact that I'd knock him up as a symbol of our bond as soon as I came down with the fuckflu. It wasn't attractive, but the moment I came in Ty it was romantic!" "At that moment, I truly became Matt's other half and once I had the fuckflu, I gave the virus back to him." Ty said, proudly. "It's something to celebrate. Granted it'll be different but it'll create a bond like nothing else!" Genuinely curious, MJ asked, "Dad, tell us what the fuckflu is like so we can know what to expect." "There are guys who never got the fuckflu or it was so mild they didn't notice" Matt replied. "I saw it as a badge of honor. Between the night sweats, the fever, puking and the runs, I felt sick as a dog but proud of the power it would leave me with. Not to worry, we'll nurse you through it with some weak fucking!" "Honestly dad, Uncle Matt makes the 'gift' sound absolutely amazing and getting it from you, cumming from the cock that made me (pun intended) will be extra special" TJ confessed. "At the risk of prying, have the 2 of you knocked up others?" With total confidence, Ty said, "So far, it's been a symbol of love between Matt and myself. Tonight, it becomes a symbol of love for the 4 of us. Of course. to make sure it's successful there are steps we must take, but we'll guide you through it." "Fuck, it looks like we're in for a wild night and I'm glad you'll be there with me sharing it!" MJ said, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Dad just when I thought I couldn't love you any stronger, this happens!" Filled with a twisted sense of pride, Matt said, "Our love will continue to grow stronger. If you'll allow, it's not just tonight that'll be wild, but our lives. That's how it's been with Ty and me and I only hope the 4 of us get to share in that!" "Count on it, dad!" MJ declared. "All this talk of gifts, fuckflus and wild lives has made me not just horny, but hungry! Let's wash the sunscreen off under the outdoor shower before we head back in." Rising from his chair, Matt announced, "Lunch sounds like a good idea! I'll go first and order some pizzas. Since you 2 are now of legal age, you can have beer." He purposely shook his ass as he walked to the shower. A few minutes later they were all inside. "These apps are so convenient, they have all my info stored and it'll be here in 15 minutes. Cashless including the tip. We can stay naked, I'll just grab a dirty pair of sweats from the laundry when it gets here." They sat there in silence, fondling each other until the doorbell rang. Pulling on a dirty pair of sweats, Matt went to the door and quickly returned carrying 2 boxes. "You should've seen the package on that delivery twink! 'If there's anything, ANYTHING I can do for you, call the shop and ask for Sam' If he's poz, I might consider." A drop of precum appeared on his foreskin when he removed his sweats. Ty opened the refrigerator and managed ton retrieve 8 cans of beer. We ate in silence and when sauce dripped on us, we licked it off. The 4 of them always wolfed down the pizza and the young men evenly matched their dads, chugging the beers and they finished in 20 minutes. With a loud belch, Matt announced, "You can't buy beer you can only rent it!" "Dad, can I drink your piss?" MJ asked. "After watching you and Uncle Ty. TJ nd I have been drinking from each other and not to toot our on horns, we're quite good at it, never spilling a drop!" Matt merely stood up and placed his cock in MJ's mouth and he drank like milk from a bottle. "Thirsty?" Ty asked, rising from his seat as TJ grabbed his cock and practically sucked out his piss. To be continued

I think there are about 750,000 dead people in the US alone who would show you the risk is real, but they can't, because they're dead. I'm sure most of them would happily let you take their place if it meant they had a choice not to contract HIV in the first place.

My first time taking a raw load in my ass was with a hook up I would see from time to time. We would always stick to oral since we would meet up in the staircase of his building, but one time he started grinding his dick on my ass and I just needed him to put it in me. Fucked me basically dry except for some spit right on the staircase. Found it very hot but was still kinda nervous at the time with bottoming raw. Really kinda changed a year and a half ago there was this top that messaged me. He’s was a good 20-30 years older than me, bald, and with a handlebar mustache, but he had a huge cock on him. Outright told me he wanted to breed me, and since I was nervous I kinda declined the first couple times. A few times later I kinda gave up, and decided to go at it with him. Smoked some weed with him and after a few poppers I was riding his huge dick raw. Seriously some of the best, and most intense sex I’ve had ever. Loved the feeling of him in me, and he’s a dom top so he really started to go at it once we got in the swing of things. He bred me 2 or 3 times that night, and definitely had me coming back for more after. He also pumped pretty big loads, last time we fucked he had me leaking cum for a good couple hours later. Have to say that experience has really had me craving more raw loads. I’m not on PrEP at the moment so holding back on that urge til I feel more comfortable, but he kinda awoke my inner pig. I went from a verstop to someone actually trying to bottom mainly since I loved the feeling of a cock getting my hole all sloppy.

I welcome any comments, you listed your porn experience in your profile, I simply choose not to talk about my sexsploits on here, that’s all. My 5% comment? That’s just my personal judgement based on what I have read and nothing more. for the rest of the comments, no I’m not leaving and do enjoy parts of this site. But I am taking a step back simply because I’m not seeing where things are going, and the proliferation of absurdly false stories and profiles are just frustrating.

Everything changes. We as individuals evolve - when I joined here my outlook was different than it is now. This site is partially responsible for some of those changes, but there are many influences changing us. This site has evolved too. People have come and gone. Rules have changed. When I joined Bareback was the exception, and PrEP in its infancy. Now it's the norm, and PrEP seems ubiquitous. I think those who enjoyed bareback for the thrill of the risk don't get the same hit and have moved on to things that are found more in The Backroom section. And let's not forget the world has changed - it's not the same place as it was before C19. From my own experience locally I'd say that cruising sites and apps are less busy and guys are less inclined to actually meet. Why? I don't know, but I suspect a lazy wank to some porn is a lot easier than actually going out or hooking up. It's better in cities. I accept change is inevitable - we all have some small part in steering it somehow, but none of us can expect to control the direction, except the site owner and its moderators. I don't like or agree with absolutely everything I read on this site, but so long as I feel welcome, our interests are mostly aligned and I can contribute and learn from being here, then it's all good.

My regret is not committing to being a whore sooner.

Chapter 16 He was really upset. First that he missed the party because he had the Flu and the other because he found out about his wife’s secret as to why she hadn’t put out for a couple years. With the craving and emptiness of his hungry ass he decided that a trip back to the bath house was needed. He was going to let anything happen that anyone wanted to do. He arranged to go to the bath a couple weeks later. The cameras hadn’t shown anything of interest. They were motion activated so he was able to watch any action but not the dead airtime. He said he would be out of town for the weekend and not returning until the Tuesday night after. Right before he left he checked the toys again. They didn’t look like they had been moved. The morning he was ‘ going out of town ‘ he gave the toys a fresh dose of his ass juices and cum. He figured that if she was playing she would probably do it when he was gone and get his juice in her cunt and ass, at least someone would. The thought of how nasty and dirty this was made his cock stir and his hungry ass start to pucker. He was definitely in heat for what was going to happen this weekend. He got a room for the weekend at the same hotel. Cleaned out and since it was early opened one of his apps and started trolling thru. He put a notice that he was in a hotel and needed his ass serviced. An older guy came back and they exchanged photos and messages. The Guy liked to eat asses. He had this dome before and figured it would be a good start and he figured he had time to enjoy some play before the main event. While he was waiting his phone went off with an alert on the hidden cameras. He opened the app and saw his wife parading around in an outfit he never figured she would ever where. It was your basic black garter belt nylons and panty. She looked like a Saturday night whore ready to get plowed. He couldn’t keep watching since his playmate had texted him and said he was parking and coming up. He was going to think of other ways to get even with her. By arrangement he would have the door unlocked and be ass up, face down on the bed. The guy came in and closed the door. He didn’t say much but he cold hear him getting naked. He felt a cold finger tracing his crack and rosebud. The Pig was moving is ass around like a whore in heat. He had a sudden thought that he was as bad as his wife. The guy opened his ass cheeks and blew a hot breath on the Pig’s wrinkled puckered rosebud. The Pig was surprised how hot he was and the guy was in there only a few minutes. The guy put another cold finger on the Pig’s hole and pushed forward. He wiggled it around so it wouldn’t hurt and could get it inside. The guy said “ You are one hot fucker “. He added that he should go the bath around the corner. In a panting voice the Pig said “ That is the plan. I hope to really get wasted this time “. He also told the guy that he was there a while ago and checked out the basement but didn’t do much before going back up. He said he did get a Kid to fuck him and that he planned to get a lot more this time. With that the guy pulled his finger out and began licking the tender flesh of the Pig’s rosebud. This drove the Pig crazy. The Gyu stopped and placed something warm against the Pig’s ass. It was the guy’s cock. They hadn’t discussed the Guy fucking him but at this point the pig was in full heat. The guy grabbed the hips of the Pig and pulled him back. The guy wasn’t big so his head managed to get in with only spit as lube. The pig felt this and was amazed that it went in. It felt amazing. The guy pulled out and the Pig was disappointed but not for long. The guy went back to eating the Pig’s hole. His tongue was probing deeper this time and licking the walls of his rectum. The Guy stopped for a minute and pushed something hard in the Pig’s ass. It went in and the guy pushed it deep. There was burning sensation and the Pig remembered this feeling from earlier times he played. The guy pushed a couple more up the Pig’s burning ass and then went back to eating his hot flesh. The guy alternated eating and fingering the Pig’s ass. The burning sensation was diminishing but he had an unusual warmth deep in his ass. He started moaning with the new sensations and the fact that everything the guy did felt more sensational than before. It was as if it was his first time all over again. He didn’t want this to ever stop.

I had a long relationship with a homeless guy. I sucked him and he fucked me - this went on for about 10 months,never used protection of course and we both loved it. He was an older black guy and a great partner/kisser. He took me to the homeless hangout and let his friends have their way with me one summer night. Getting fucked under the stars,all of us totally naked. It was lots of fun but otherwise it was me servicing him alone which was just great. I have had a few homeless men through the years as well. They are very horny and enjoy getting their needs met.