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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.

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.

More than fine with me 😜

Lot's of ass to mouth is required!!

The reviews for the previous HM in PDX seemed good for both mares and stallions. I was hoping to get a group of 🇨🇦 boys in the mix but that did not work out as I was planning sadly. Maybe next time I hope. I figured a red hooded 🇨🇦 flag would have drawn a few stallions..

Hot mate, would love a loaded and wet meet with you 😜

For me, what I did was I told him I can't get it up and that it's affecting my quality of life. (This may be a hard sell if you're routinely in for STDs.) I told him I had tried viagra and cialis and they'd given me headaches and stuffiness (because they had). I asked him about trimix and said that a friend had some and swore by it (which is true). I did not tell him that the friend had given me some and I fucked my way through IML and bred the friend all weekend too. They wrote me a prescription (but to my detriment, my insurance doesn't cover it, so I have to pay for it out of pocket). It's not cheap - $220 per refill of 4 vials. Usually, I only use one vial in a month. They last in the freezer for a few months, but only a month or so after you break the seal. it works for me, but it takes some getting used to the idea of a needle near your dick. 6 years and counting and I wouldn't use anything else. *Your Mileage May Vary

I've upgraded to LED ones now - less heat. :-) now I'll have to warm your balls with my breath...

Here in Ft. L., it's held at a tubs over on Oakland Park Blvd - Club 2. That's about the only time I go to the tubs, and it's usually pretty good. The venue isn't the largest around, so that helps make it feel heavily attended too, I suppose.

I went to one in London years ago and it was very average. London doesn't have one now. Can you imagine that? But it does have fuck fests like the Vault and SBN so maybe that's the reason why.

Something amusing for a rainy evening... Head on over to [think before following links] https://textsynth.com/playground.html and seed it with an opening line, something like: Then ask the A.I. to complete the story. You get a different result every time. I got this: Having played with it for a bit I'm convinced that it creates a mashup of texts that it has been fed. It looks like it adapts names, context and things as it goes. Have a play, and post anything interesting it creates on this thread...

I saw some clips of this video….it’s so fucking hot… for me it’s the nerdy stoner band geek breeding the jock bottom boy and teaching jock boy that he’s just a cumdump.

True RealCute! On the 2019 Western Med cruise (Atlantis Events), the "dick deck" was a mezzanine type deck overlooking the pool deck dance party...hand onto the balcony rails, and enjoy the rip roaring dance music while getting railed by a stud just in back of you!!!!🍆💦🐷😛

One of my regulars,( straight, Married top) for 3 years brought over one of my co-workers ( straight, married) from a Bowling league night a little drunk. Gave them both blow jobs and continued serving my Coworker as well.

This is the kind of cum hungry bottom dumpslut that I love to service. Loaded up with anon loads and gaped open for more! It's a fukkin' pleasure sliding my meat into all that gut warmed fuckslop leaking down my pignuts and legs. Love the stink of pigsex like this, the sound of of all that cum sloshing as I fuck, the feel of sliding my meat into gut warmed cum from anonymous fuckers.....what a fukkin' turn on! And then to felch back all that slop after to share with the cumdump I just fucked....nothing better!

Chapter 3 Go Big -- and Go Home “Whatever it is you’re working on there, you’ve been buried in it for hours. Take a break, already, and let’s go for a swim and have a drink.” Rich shook himself out of his concentrated memory trip to find Tommy dressed (or, more accurately, underdressed) for the pool and holding a cocktail shaker. “What’s in that?” he asked. Tommy gave him a salacious grin. “You have to ask what’s in here?” he asked, as he rubbed his bulge. “Oh, you meant in here,” and he waggled the cocktail shaker. “Extra dry Tanqueray martinis. The glasses are all set to go in the kitchen. Come on, already.” Rich closed the computer, made his way to the closet, and quickly stripped down, switching to a speedo. He then headed for the kitchen, where Tommy was just pouring the martinis. Tommy looked up at him. “Olive or twist?” “No, Tommy, I’m not rewriting Dickens for him.” Tommy made a face at him. “Why ask? You know I always like a twist of lemon.” “It’s just from the super-serious expression on your face, I thought you might need an olive instead, to match your mood.” “Well, to answer your question, the usual, please. And to answer your other question, I sat down and started writing the memoir we talked about this morning. I’m deep into the story of Carlo now, and it’s proving emotionally tough. Especially knowing he’s dead now.” “Then why do it?” “Tommy, it just feels like something I need to do. For me, principally, but for all the other people in my life as well. Family, friends, partners… I need to set my story down and now is the time. “Confessional time?” “Yeah, I guess so. But a pool break sounds like a marvellous idea.” Out the door they went, parked the martini glasses on the edge of the pool, and then slipped into the water down the stairs. The early evening, the setting sun, the cool water, the gentle warm breeze, the ice-cold martini, all worked wonders on Rich’s mood. Sitting on the underwater ledge, nuzzling Tommy’s cheek and neck in between gentle kisses helped, too, at restoring his natural Saturday evening buoyancy. Eventually, with the drinks gone and the sun about to disappear behind the island’s mountainous spine, he plunged under the water, and proceeded to swim a dozen or so laps, more for ironing out the kinks of a day spent hunched over his laptop than for any other reason. Three times a week, Rich and Tommy would head down to the public indoor pool in Portavedra for more serious swim workouts. On other days, in a more recreational mood, either or both of them might go to the public beach north of the city where Rich’s grandparents had lived when he was a boy. Both of them were long gone now, of course, and so was their home, replaced by a luxury boutique hotel. But the beach, like all beaches in Alcantara except the ones along the edges of the airport, remained open to the public at all daylight hours. With the sun gone, and the air getting chilly, they climbed out and towelled off, then headed inside where Tommy got to work on one of his killer dinners. Rich tried to help, but Tommy shooed him out of the kitchen, saying that this was Rich’s welcome-home dinner, and he was not allowed to do any of the work on it. Rich compromised by setting the table, putting out the wine glasses, and uncorking the wine. After a heavenly meal of seared tuna on homemade rice noodles with a Cajun spice and lime glaze, they settled back in the living room with coffee and talked for a while about what Tommy had been up to during Rich’s absence. Predictably, it was the usual round of faculty meetings, preparing and delivering lectures, chairing his two weekly seminar groups, meetings with students, and grading papers. When bedtime rolled around, both of them were content to just snuggle up to each other and sleep the night away. In the morning, after the normal swim and breakfast, Tommy asked, “So, what’s on the agenda today? Any surprise meetings with the premier or the president?” Logical as always, Rich pointed out, “Well, if I knew about them, they wouldn’t be surprises.” Then his face saddened. “Speaking of which, I’m going to have to keep on writing that memoir today. I’m coming up to the surprise that ended my relationship with Carlo, and I have to get it written and out of my system. Then I can relax for the rest of the day.” “I know what you’re like. When you have to do it, you have to do it now. Just promise me that if it gets too upsetting, you’ll knock off and come and find me. I’m going to spend my Sunday puttering around in the kitchen garden – the morning, anyway.” “I promise, Tommy – and thank you.” ******************** Over the next week, we made a number of trips with my car, gathering Carlo’s stuff up and getting him moved in with me. As we did, I saw exactly what he meant about his place, the small rooms, the incessant interruptions from his roommates and the three girls next door (one of his roommates had a thing with one of them). At last, the job was done, and we went out for dinner again to celebrate. As we were lying cuddled together in bed after that night’s round of hair-raising sex (Carlo had given me a fuck to remember), he sighed and said, wistfully, “God, I wish we could ditch the rubbers and fuck bare. Skin to skin, all natural. That’d be so awesome.” Practical me came right back at him. “Yeah, sounds great, but we’d need to stop playing with other guys and we’d need to get tested a few times before we could do it.” “Have you been playing with anyone else, Rick?” “Not for months. You use up so much of my energy, I’ve got none left for anyone else! You?” “About six weeks ago, not since. Do you want to do it?” I thought about it for a minute or two, taking my time. It was risky, sure, but if we did everything we could to minimize the risk, then why not? “Yes. Only one problem: I don’t have a doctor out here.” Pain in the neck. You still had to go through a doctor to get access to an HIV test. Some cities had walk-in clinics, but I didn’t know of one in Vancouver. “Let’s use mine.” “Okay, set it up. Let’s do it before school starts again, I’m going to be buried in work.” “You? Work??? I thought you just whistled and those straight As jumped right up into your lap!” “Ha ha. This is law school we’re talking about, that’s not going to be a pushover.” We had to wait a bit for an appointment, but two weeks later, we went together to see Carlo’s doctor. I was only mildly surprised when both Derek, the nurse, and Dr. Brennan himself turned out to be unquestionably gay. After all, Carlo was a couple of years older than me and far more deeply immersed in gay life than I had been when I met him. We had an amusing conversation, jokingly fending off Dr. Brennan’s laughing assertion that we both looked like we needed “a really, really thorough genital and anal examination.” A week later we went back and got the test results, and we were both negative. We waited three more months, then retested. Negative again. We’d told the doctor what we wanted to do, and his response was simple. “Be careful, be exclusive, and come back to get retested every three months. Have fun, boys.” That night, as we lay together in bed, we were both almost hesitant. We’d rushed to the bedroom as soon as we finished eating dinner and cleaning up, and we were both rock-hard before we even began undressing. Not only that but, for once, we undressed ourselves, quickly, as if we couldn’t wait to get to the main event – and we couldn’t. And then, there we were, lying still, looking at each other. It was weird. In a way, it felt just like the first time all over again, a feeling that this was a door in life which, once opened, could never be shut again. At last, Carlo spoke gently as he caressed my face. “Do you want to go first, or do you want me to do the honours?” “You’ve been leading the way all along. I’m glad to follow your lead again.” I lifted my legs, allowing Carlo to do his usual magical relaxation work on my ass. His tongue and fingers moved even more gently than ever, perhaps because he sensed that this was an expression of love. It had to be right; it had to be perfect. Was it just the moment, or was there really an extra degree of intention, of concentration, of communication between us as Carlo slowly probed me with his tongue and his fingers? Even now, so many years later, I can’t say for certain. The one thing I did know was that I loved him even more for doing this in such a special way. At last, it was time, and both of us were ready. With no hesitation and no rushing, Carlo slowly but firmly pushed his cock deeply, all the way inside my hole until his hips were resting against my butt. I could feel the difference. I could feel the warmth of his hard cock, gently rocking inside me. I could feel the sensation of his skin rubbing against mine, there in my hole, where that had never happened before. No one in my life had ever entered me with a raw cock. And no matter how many times it happened in the future, Carlo would always remain the first man who’d ever given me this extraordinary sensation. If it was incredible for me, I know it was no less for him, as I looked up to see his face wreathed in a beatific smile. “Oh, my God, Rick – I had no idea your ass would feel so smooth and silky and warm.” “Your cock feels so amazing inside me too. Naked, warm, skin to skin, it’s so natural.” Carlo laughed. “There’s an awful lot of people out there who don’t think what we’re doing is natural at all.” “To hell with them. Times are changing, and we’re going to be so accepted in another 30 years, like we’ve never been for centuries.” “I can’t wait.” “Neither can I, so pull your mind back to the present and show me what you can really do inside me with no obstacles.” And with that, he began. Slowly, firmly, he worked his cock in and out of my hole while both of us absorbed every detail of these wonderful new sensations. The heightened degree of feeling between our bodies, between our hearts and souls, made this a different kind of sex than I had ever experienced before. We were totally in touch, totally in tune, two bodies become one in our quest. Carlo grabbed me by the shoulders, then rolled onto his back, bringing me up on top. It felt no less amazing to ride him in this position, to be able to vary the angle a bit on every downstroke and truly feel his rigid cock stroking every part of my insides. It was too good to last. With both of us complete novices at bareback sex, we had yet to learn how quickly that direct personal contact could bring on an earth-shattering climax. But we were about to find out. Suddenly Carlo gasped aloud. “Ohmigod, Rick, you’re going to make me shoot!” I grabbed my tool and began frantically stroking, trying to finish with him, but he slapped my hand away. “No, don’t! I want you to give it to me once I finish myself off.” “Shoot it, Carlo! Let that load fly!” “Aren’t you going to pull off?” “Not on your life. You’re going to shoot it deep inside me and fill me up with your cum!” As soon as I said that, Carlo’s face screwed up tight, he let out a roar, and I felt his cock begin pulsating inside me. He was cumming, cumming, gushing out a torrent of his sperm deep into my hole – the first load I’d ever taken inside my body. He roared again, and his cock spasmed into a second round, and more, until finally he was shooting blanks. At last, I fell across his body, bringing my face to his, and we kissed passionately as our breathing slowly wound back down. His cock slowly slipped out of me, followed by another new sensation – the feeling of his wet load oozing out and trickling down over my taint, dropping back onto my balls and then down onto his cock and balls. That galvanized me into action. I reared up onto my knees and said, “Carlo, I’m going to fuck you, using your own cum as lube. Roll onto your face.” He did. I dived down into the crack, eating and slurping at his ass like I’d never done before. While I was doing that, I reached behind myself and scooped the sperm off my butt. I added some spit for good measure, and then I brought my palmful of cum to his ass crack, and spread it onto him, using my finger to push it into his now-wet hole. I then wiped the palm of my hand over my cock and aimed it right at the target. Carlo was absolutely quivering with anticipation as I placed the tip against his hole and began to lean. He wanted it, so badly; his hole opened up and all but sucked me into him. I kept going, slowly, until I was embedded all the way inside him and was lying right down on top of his muscular back. If it had felt wonderful having him bare inside me, I was beyond ecstatic at the thrill of being bare inside him, feeling his tight hole and warm insides surrounding me. “Carlo, I’m not going to last long, I’m just about ready to cum right now because it feels so amazing.” “Well, why wait? Go for it.” With that, I began pumping into him, driving my speed slowly up from first gear into highway overdrive. By the time I was really pounding him, my hips smacking against his firm round ass cheeks, I could feel my orgasm mounting and knew it was going to happen – soon. “Oh, fuck… Carlo… I’m going to shoot… your tight ass is sucking the cum right out of me…” “Do it, Rick… cream me… fill me up with your load… cum inside me!” That did it. I slammed furiously into him, deeper than I’d ever gotten, and let it fly. I counted eight or nine separate shots before I lost count, and still my dick was pulsating like a mad thing inside him. At last, the pulses stopped, my breathing began to slow down, and I lay at ease on top of him, kissing his neck and shoulders – until he turned his head, to let me kiss him properly. At last, he spoke. “Is it just me, or did that feel like we just lost our virginity all over again?” “You are so right, baby. God, I love you!” We rolled onto our sides and fell asleep like that, with my cock still semi-hard inside him. For the next month and a half, I was beyond happy. We swam in the sun, we went on long walks, bike rides, and lazed about in the parks. Both of us were working, but as I remember that summer, it seems that all we had was oceans of spare time. We had the most incredible sex nearly every night, and sometimes in the daytime too. With practice, we soon learned how to prevent ourselves from cumming too quickly, how to vary pace and angle and depth of our strokes to prolong the experience of fucking naked, skin to skin, and finally sharing our loads into each other’s bodies. We sucked, we fucked, we pumped innumerable loads of our seed with each other, and we loved every minute of it. This idyllic existence came to an abrupt halt when school began again. I’d never encountered anything like it in my life. It wasn’t just that I suddenly found myself having to work at school for the first time, bad as that was. First year at law stretched me so badly that I was scrambling, struggling to keep afloat. Since it was a new experience, I didn’t handle it well at all. In my usual thorough way, I tried to keep abreast of dotting every “i” and crossing every “t” in each of the cases we studied. I had never before been forced to master the skill of focusing right in on the key points, and I kept losing sight of the forest because I was trying to memorize every leaf on every tree. All this intense work was taking up more and more hours every day, and it was playing havoc with my social life, tying me to my desk or to a table in the library for longer and longer periods. Even my sacrosanct swimming workouts were becoming less and less frequent. In particular, the seductive siren call of law school was destroying my life with Carlo. Not that I saw it that way at the time, of course. Our sex life was slowly dwindling. I would walk home in a zombie daze late every night, flop into bed and pass out. Sex now happened almost exclusively on the weekends, and it was still wonderful when it happened – or so I felt – but it happened less and less often. Looking back after all these years, it’s easy to see now that our relationship was drifting onto the rocks and was going to crack up. It was the way it finally happened that ripped me apart. One Saturday afternoon in early February, we had Jackie and Tyler over for drinks. Jackie had been one of Carlo’s roommates in his hyper-active former apartment, and Tyler (his new boyfriend) had actually been in high school with me in Toronto for a year or so. They’d gotten back from a Grand Tour of Europe that fall and wanted to share it all with us. And that included a handful of magazines that Tyler tossed on the coffee table in front of me (while Carlo was mixing drinks in the kitchen), urging me to “see what life in Europe is like!” This was in the days when Canada Customs was still fiercely guarding the moral integrity of the nation by impounding and destroying vast amounts of pornography every year. Whatever did get through was usually pretty mild stuff. These mags were something else again. The third one, though, stopped me dead in my tracks. There was something familiar – chillingly familiar – about the body and dick of the cover model (the title of the mag covered his face). I froze. To his credit, Tyler quickly sensed that something was wrong. He began gathering up his magazines again, but I hung onto the one I was holding. I was, oddly enough, very proud of myself that neither my hands nor my voice were shaking. But I didn’t fool Tyler for a second. “No, Tyler, I’m finding this one very interesting.” I flipped through the pages, finding the cover shoot. It featured eight pages of promo stills for an upcoming film starring “the hot new sensation, Alfonso Torres!” The photos concealed nothing. Not the asses. Not the dicks. And not the clearly bare dick of “Alfonso” sliding into the cute little ass of the blond twink under him. Nor the equally bare dick of the big muscle stud pushing into his hole at the same time. It looked like one fucking hot fuck chain. Except, of course, that his real name wasn’t Alfonso. It was Carlo. My Carlo. Barebacking one guy, and getting barebacked by another guy, on camera, for the whole world to see. Then Jackie – dear, obtuse, stupid Jackie – said, “Wow, that must be hot if it grabbed Rick’s attention!” Before Tyler could stop him, he jumped up, came, and looked over my shoulder. And stared. And said, “Oh, fuuuuck.” Just like that. With his voice curving down towards the floor, the single epithet landing with a thud. Tyler stood up, grabbed Jackie, and steered him – none too gently, either – towards the door. He quickly struggled to invent an excuse about having just remembered another engagement or something. And just then, Carlo came back in with the tray. “What? You guys aren’t going? You just got here!” Tyler gave their excuses, leaving Carlo plainly baffled, but they said goodbye quickly, and went. “Rick, what the hell was that all about?” And then, looking at me more closely, “What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” “It’s on the coffee table. Excellent quality photo work.” I couldn’t even look at him as he sat down, picked up the magazine, and flipped through it in a daze. In my head, I was busy lecturing myself. Don’t go all emotional. You’ll just demean yourself. Don’t play the victim, be the judge on the bench. Remember that line from “The Winslow Boy” – “Cold, clear logic, and buckets of it, should be the lawyer’s only equipment.” Just do what you have to do and get it over with as quickly and neatly as possible. Carlo spoke. “Rick, what do you want me to say?” “I want you to answer two questions for me. One: did you guys cum inside each other?” “Yes.” He was honest. I had to give him that. “And two: have there been any others?” “Yes.” I was silent. Then he flared out at me. “Rick, what the hell else would you expect? You’ve been damn near non-existent for the last six months, buried in your legal studies.” “I’d expect you to tell me. I’m not upset about you fooling around with other guys, that’s your business. If you want to play dice with your health, your life, by doing them bareback, that’s your business too. But here, you’re playing fast and loose with my health, with my life, and that’s where it becomes my business. That’s what you should have told me.” “I know. I should have. And I’m sorry.” “Carlo, you’ll need to start looking for another place. And start packing up your things. You can sleep here on the pullout until you’re ready to go.” “You can’t mean that, Rick! What we have is so amazing, so powerful… that love is worth fighting for, to bring it back to life.” “It’s about trust. I trusted you, and you trusted me, and now you’ve shattered that trust. I could forgive you some day, maybe, but could I ever trust you again? I doubt it. I’m going to bed – alone. And in the morning, I’m going to Doctor Brennan to get tested – alone.” I went into the bedroom, shut the door, and flopped onto the bed, crying silently. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him hear me weeping. Within a week, he’d found a new place and moved out. I couldn’t even bring myself to say goodbye. What I could do – and did, unflinchingly, for years – was to blame myself for being such a selfish, self-centred idiot. Carlo was right about one thing: what we’d had was amazing, it was powerful, and I’d thrown it all away with both hands, without even a second thought, to pursue my own personal ambition. His reaction was unforgivable, yes, but it was just that: a reaction, triggered by my withdrawal, by my inaction. I’d gotten exactly what I deserved. At least, the repeated testing showed that I was still negative. Some years later, I would discover that it was even worse than I’d thought. The film had been shot right there in Vancouver. The producer had wanted to use our apartment, but Carlo had at least had the common sense to veto that plan and they’d gone to a hotel instead. In any case, the film, first in a successful series, was only the last step. He’d been recruited by the producer when the producer had hired him for a hot night together, from an ad in a gay paper. He’d been escorting, fucking clients in our bed, probably bareback, while I was at school. “Have there been any others?” Oh, yes – more than likely, too many to count.

Isn't a "married bachelor" a contradiction in terms?

You and me both! No regrets about becoming a whore/slut and taking seed raw. And yeah, it is super addicting, and you can't get enough of it.

Everything's possible, nothings perfect.

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.

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.