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[think before following links] [think before following links] https://qburgh.com/they-will-come-for-us-next/ In his concurring opinion overturning Roe v Wade, Thomas explicitly stated that SCOTUS should revisit Griswold (the right to have access to birth control), Lawrence (the right to have sex with the person you choose - it overturned all laws against same-sex activity), and Obergefell (the right to marry the person you choose). Voting and organizing for the fall is just that much more important.

Just arrived in a new town yesterday afternoon for a long pride weekend, hopefully full of raw loads. Made the rookie mistake of a hotel that requirers a room key for elevator - but still managed to get a couple big loads from some nice cocks. First was a very sexy BBC - awkward but friendly chat in the long elevator ride and long walk down the hall, but not disappointed once we got in the room. Both stripped, and his soft cock was quickly hardening in my mouth, and soon it wouldn't fit but powering through a couple repressed gags later - he was easily down my throat and rock hard.. he laid back, i climbed on, and rode him. hit all the right spots, deeper than any in recent history and just the right THICK but comfortable, uncut. had me feeling great 🐷😈! Then he flipped me over, slid in - even deeper than before somehow, and started pounding away. I could feel him getting even thicker, and longer pushing just past comfort - but i'm no quitter :P Only a few moments of this and he stops, balls deep - and i feel every pulse as he shoots HARD deep in to me, felt at least 3 or 4 hard shots, prob more.. He starts apologizing immediately for cumming so fast (whole deal was legit prob 3-4 mins TOTOAL) - but I tell him (truthfully) that i was actually kinda relieved and thankful! Was hot as fuck and I probably couldn't have taken that beast much longer or harder, esp as the first in a long time! Told him to keep my number and stop back any time. he left, i put a plug in, and went back to watching porn. 2nd was a thick uncut latin guy - came in, played with my ass for a sec -could immediately tell I was pre-loaded. Asked how many, told him "only one so far" he asked "Are you SURE?" LOL (first guy REALLY came a lot, and opened me up). he gets rock hard from the cum in my hole, and shoved right in fast. then this mf'r wanted me in 23 different positions, lights on, in front of every mirror, on every piece of furniture - athletic as hell! 😈 totally made up for missing the gym that morning! finally he unloads w/me on my stomach, him on top, deep and hard.. lays on top of me for a min as we catch our breath, never really goes totally soft, starts rocking back and forth, gets totally hard again. we roll over on our side and he repositions me - hitting much deeper than before and starts rutting away. Between his uncut dick, and all the cum as lube - it was so silky comfortable and fuck it felt good, hitting all the right spots. after only about 2-3 mins of this he shoves deep and i feel him unloading again. fuck that feeling never gets old. 🐷 After he left, I watched some dirty cumdump porn with a plug in my ass, shot my load and passed out for the night, (momentarily) satisfied.

I’m a STRAIGHT student in my first year of Uni’ my only problem in life was I am broke, sitting in my room one evening watching porn (as any self-respecting 18 year old does) thinking about how I could make some money a pop up hit the screen showing a guy on a web cam show mmm there’s an idea, how hard could it be show off my blonde slim young body and get paid!!! at 130 lbs 5ft6 with not an ounce of fat, sporting a 8 inch uncut cock and heavy balls, I thought I was bound to be a hit, perfect plan. It was really easy to set up my account all I had to do was unload a profile picture, confirm my status, easy Virgin, sexuality very straight done, location Brighton UK. The site confirmed I would get paid for private shows. Ok time to go live with my cam’ once online I quickly got a message for a PVT show from user Brighton123 and I hit accept. Brighton123 was straight to the point with Hey Sexy strip for me. I removed my tee shirt and started playing with my showing my hairless slim toned body, tiny waist and six pack, he messaged back nice sexy so take the rest off, I removed my jeans and turned round to show my sweet little bubble butt, turning back round to show the outline of my hard throbbing meat under my briefs, come on sexy show me that sexy butt so I pulled my briefs down and cupped my butt cheeks in my hands, damn that’s might fine the message came back, I’d love to fuck your butt, I’m not gay sorry. No problem sexy just bend over and show me your ring I am the paying customer, so I bent over and exposed my ring to the cam, perfect the message came back. Now wank for me and cum over your chest so I laid down showing Brighton123 my hole, heavy balls and hard 8 inch cock, soon enough my balls started to hardened as the cum realised from my sack and worked its way up my throbbing cock exploding out of the head releasing at least 7 large shots of cum over my chest, nice now eat it, the message came so I licked up the salty cum licking my lips. Brighton123 then messaged me saying if your not gay why are you doing this? I replied I am desperate for the money, oh that a shame you’ll get jack shit on this site, look me up on BreedingZone and message me if you want to make some real money. Okay I replied and he signed out. I checked my cam account and was in credit by £3.82 damn that’s no good. Logging out of the cam I was angry all that for 3 quid that’s BS I thought, after a short while I had created a BZ account and looked up Brighton123 the picture showed a really fit guy in his forties with a massive cock and low hanging balls, the head of this cock was purple and so big, why was I getting hard? Why was I turned on? I’m straight! The next picture was of him shooting a load on the hole of a slim mixed race twink damn it was hot. Any way I decided to message him to find out about his offer, soon enough he messaged back to cut a long story short it ending up with him sending an Uber over to pick me up as I was local. I arrived as I pressed the doorbell my stomach was in knots, soon enough the door opened and this stud of a man welcomed me in introducing himself as Jay. We sat in Jays kitchen drinking a beer, then Jay said so you want to make some real money? Yes, easy reply. Jay explained that he runs a successful private gay sex business and could earn anything up to £1k depending on what I was prepared to do, he explained that a top fucking gets 30% of the take the bottom 70%. I was really confused here I was being offered good money for gay sex. Jay said no pressure just think about it, he also said he was putting on a show with a twink that night and that I was welcome to watch or take part. Jay said “look sign these agency release forms, no pressure just in case you want to take me up on my offer”. Mistake I signed without reading, Jay basically owned me as I would later find out and that I could not refuse any load and that the only release from the contract was his choice. My head was still spinning when the door opening and this sweet mixed race twink came in (the one for the BZ picture, I was sure) who’s this the sexy twink said Jay said I don’t know his name but he seems interested in being with us tonight for the show. Awesome the sexy twink said as he went straight to Jay and kissed him, then to my surprise he came over and started kissing me I was in shock but so hard at the same time he reached round and cupped my but cheeks and said damn sexy. Jay said come on stop he is cock is tenting his trackies, was I gay really!!! Jay said to Max the twinks name go get me cleaned up and I was taken into a bathroom, really strange it had chains hanging from the ceiling, Max started kissing me and before I knew it I had wrist cuffs on both arms and was attached to the chains. Max stood back and shouted to Jay that I was ready, ready for what I thought. Jay came in with a Camara on a tripod and said lets get started and spoke into the mic’ “Pigs a special night show tonight, we have a new twink a straight Virgin and he’s going to be breed tonight by both Max and I, with High Viral load unmedicated POZ cum, please welcome are new fresh cumdump, if any one wants to come round and breed him your welcome you know the fees, POZ cum only, he is getting gifted tonight Pigs” Max get his clothes off now and Max stripped me as I swore at them both, to which Jay said “Dumb fuck Uni boy read before you sign your life is mine now” Max shave the fucker, Max picked up the clippers and shaved all the hair from my head, grade zero. Jay the looked at me and said “nice, clean” he then asked me if I wanted Max to use the clipper on the rest of my body hair, to which I said NO fuck off. Great answer Piggy Jay said, Max get the hair removal cream and be sure to coat him good. Max came back and soon enough I was coated with the hair removal cream with extra on my cock, balls and hole, it was cold from the fridge but that didn’t last long for fifteen long long minutes my body was on fire and I cannot describe the pain in my nut sack it so intense. As I was screaming, Jay was looking at his Laptop and counting the number of pigs that wanted to breed me, 15 POZ fuckers so far, come on guys we need more, text your mates get them round he said into the Mic’. After 15 minutes Max turned on the shower above my head and the hair removal cream washed off leaving me as naked and hairless and smooth as the day I was born. Look at him now pigs Max said the count is 35 now, fuck your fucked, fucked, fucked Max said as he read out one of the messages into the Mic’ Aids Fucker is coming, he is full blown now and med’ resistant .😊 Max and Jay stripped off their clothes and I was greeted with the sight of Jay’s huge cock, Max’s cock looked as long, but Jay’s was so thick like a beer can. Max had a silver cock ring and ball stretcher with nipple piercings. Max get the dumb fuck set up. Okay said Max. He came over and pulled my legs apart and clamped them in chains, then got a ball stretcher and yanked down hard on my sack, I screamed whilst he attached the ball stretcher, then a thick silver cock ring was slide over and my cock and balls where extended and throbbing red, at which point he surprised by fully sucking me cock down his throat pulling my foreskin back over the engorged purple head of my cock, it felt so good my cock throbbed and throbbed as he worked his throat around my cock, I wanted to cum and my ball were busting but the ball stretcher was preventing any release. Jay said good work Max he passed on cumming for this dumb fuck, now do his nipples, Max took a needle and pieced both nipples the pain was immense as he fitted rings with a chain between then adding weights to pull at my nipples. Okay good work Max, lets get that Negative cumdump down and into the basement, chains where attached to my wrist cuffs and then to my ankle cuffs as he released me. I was walked down into this basement with all kinds of stuff hanging from the walls, slings, benches whip’s and huge dildo’s everywhere. Cameras and mirrors everywhere to capture all angles. Jay said to Max get him in the stocks I was bent over arms and head secured in the stocks, at which point I said please Sir don’t do this, Jay laughed and said it’s your fate, if you only read before you signed the contract both you and Max have that in common Cumdump. Jay pulled my legs apart and secured them in place. Jay then spoke into the Mic’s “look at that small pink hairless Virgin rosebud it will never be the same after tonight, it will bleed, be flooded with POZ cum, fucked and fisted remorselessly. We are going to take a break now, back in 30 minutes with our guests for the breeding, especially looking forward the Aids Fucker destroying his life. Part 2 the Breeding Only if you want pigs?

Chapter 3 Jake grabbed the back of his freshly defiled boy and told him to open his mouth and get to cleaning up his cock. The boy was running on basic instinct now and without conscience thought, began to comply. There was blood, cum, precum, ass juices and brown on the object of his destruction. The boy was doing a fine job and Jake was thinking he might be able to breed the boy again sooner than he imagined. Jake knew he would have to share his new hole soon but he was going to put as many miles on the fine young boy as he could. He knew he had to live up to his end of the agreement so when the boy finished up cleaning him, he left the boy on the bed and sent a text. The reply came back almost immediately and said "be there in an hour and don't ruin him yet". Damn, an hour isn't much time but time enough to get a couple of loads of his fertile seed deep into the boys new pussy.

I heard the door open and Men coming into the basement all cheering. Then I heard Jay say to the guys if you don’t want to be filmed put a mask on. Jay said right lets see how many dirty loads we can total up tonight, no time limits. Then I heard Jay say to Max put the mouth spreader the one with the teeth guard into the cumdump, which be did. Max you can fuck him first and don’t be gentle while I fuck its throat. Jay then walked up to my face and said bet you wish you hadn’t signed the contract now 😊 Jays cock was massive as he place the head at the entrance to my mouth, Pigs btw the mouth is for cleaning cock not cumming in yet. Jay shoved him huge cock straight down my throat just as I felt Max’s cock pushing at my ring and then fuck Max’s cock had broken through and in one hard thrust I felt his balls hit my back, Max started piston fucking my as my body spasmed, Max said I'm getting close, stop Jay said I’m loading it first, Max obediently pulled out and they swapped positions, Max pushed his bloody cock into my mouth he had made me bleed! Jay’s Cock was so big and hard he pushed and pushed and then my ring gave out and he was in me, Cumdump you have 3 inches of my cock in you another 7 to go as he laughed each time he thrust more went in, then I heard Jay say “Pigs I’m at his second ring now” what did he mean! Then he pulled back and slammed in and I felt my insides tare open as his cock broke through and his big balls mashed against my butt. For 15 minutes he smashed in and out of my hole and his cock was getting harder and harder, Jay then shouted “Pigs here comes his first load of Toxic POZ cum” Jays balls where no longer slapping my but they where as hard as steel, Jay then said here it cum my POZ babies are at my cock head now, just as he thrust hard one last time I felt his cock throbbing and blasting Toxic POZ cum deep in my bowels YES, YES, YES take my POZ cum you worthless cumdump, it felt like he flooded me, but why was my cock still hard and why was I loving it! Jay pulled out as the guys cheered, his cock was covered in cum and blood, as quick as a flash Max was in my hole again, while Jay pushed his blood and cummy cock down my throat. Max hammered me hard and shouted FUCK FUCK FUCK I’m cumming take my dirty load bitch as his cock throbbed and blasted his cum into me to mix with Jays. I was really conflicted why was I loving this so much! Part 3: Pigs your turn

[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.

Been wearing my cage more (ordered a cobra n and 3 rings) also been "masturbating" with my ass more so ive been insanely.horny. Browsed grnde all day and couldnt land anything. Got called out too work while wearing a cage, plug, panties and stockings. So i left em on under my work clothes. 10 hours later and i was dripping and ready for a hot.load. BBC hits me up out of the blue and he can host, it just so happened i was passing through town on my way home. I swung over too his place and 5 mins later gis cock was down my throat. Im not great at deep throat by the way. But i did my best. Hes young and hung like a horse. I went too the bathroom and remived plug. After making sure i was good too go he pushed me down and held.me down by the neck as he slid into me. *Heaven* I whimpered like a bitch in heat as he easiliy slid in and out of me. A few minutes kater he was asking if i wanted his baby batter. What do you think i said?

I am also down for this, I’ve been fucked by Parker Allen from Raw Fuck Club, Seth Scott from treasure island media, Jason Sparks, and a few others. Definitely never disappointed! But would love to get stuffed by more!

And here it is, folks, the concurring opinion of the longest-serving Supreme Court justice (who also happens to be African American, which is neither here nor there, but is interesting to note, in that race and progressiveness are totally unrelated): "The same rationale that the Supreme Court used to declare there was no right to abortion, [Clarence Thomas] said, should also be used to overturn cases establishing rights to contraception, same-sex consensual relations and same-sex marriage." Source: [think before following links] https://www.nytimes.com/2022/06/24/us/clarence-thomas-roe-griswold-lawrence-obergefell.html To understand why Thomas' opinion matters, it's important to realize that, even though Roberts still holds the title of Chief Justice, Thomas has the right to assign opinions. He is the senior member of the court's conservative majority. Source: [think before following links] https://edition.cnn.com/2021/07/21/opinions/clarence-thomas-supreme-court-power-toobin/index.html I actually like to be proved wrong in spirited, substantive debate. On this issue, I would have been relieved to be wrong. But the people who said there was nothing to worry about never offered any substantive evidence to support their position, and it is now clear that they were mistaken. Within a matter of years, your same-sex marriages will be invalidated, it will again be illegal for you to engage in gay sex, you won't be allowed to get condoms even if you want them (yes, this is a bareback enthusiast site and primarily one for people who are not physically able to have children, but the thought that access to contraceptives will once again be restricted is chilling), and who knows what other hard-won, long-fought-for rights and freedoms will be abrogated? Please, please exercise your right to vote in the 2022 midterm elections...

I'm not sure why whoever downvoted my post did so. I am not stating opinion. A sitting Supreme Court Justice explicitly stated this in an official opinion. He is announcing to any anti-gay state official that if you give SCOTUS the case to overturn these rights, he will do everything he can to make it happen under the same reasoning used to overturn Roe v Wade.

I get that chastity is a growing fetish, and I support everyone's right to their kink. But there is a clear link between frequent orgasms and decreased risk of prostate cancer. If it turns you on that someone else has the key to your cage, that's great, but for your health, you need to cum 4-5 times a week. [think before following links] https://www.nfcr.org/blog/ejaculation-prostate-cancer/

It has been about ten years since I graduated from college and I guess that's why this encounter entered my mind recently. I used to jerk off to the memory of it for awhile, but thankfully my lust for barebacking and cummy adventures has filled my brain with lots of spankable material. Still, when I think back to this occasion, I still get pretty hard. I was a Resident Assistant for two years in college and I loved it because not only am I social person, but also because I got to have my own room and bathroom. It was the perfect situation for me as at that time I was a 'straight' college student at a big southern state school - a way to get to know a bunch of people but still get my own privacy when I needed it. Of course I principally needed a private room so I could jerk off. If I needed to fuck and dump a load in a nice ass, I went online and found a bottom somewhere in the vicinity who needed to be bred and who could also host. I don't exactly know when I became a barebacker, although looking back I suppose the attraction stemmed from my first anal experience. I frequently went to an adult book store to get head through a glory hole. I had discovered the ABS in my freshman year. It was far from campus so I wasn't all that concerned about running into anyone I knew from school, and as I was usually successful in getting a blowjob, I began to visit the place regularly. In any event, on the occasion of which I'm thinking, I was in a booth at the ABS and was receiving a particularly good blowjob through the glory hole. I was approaching orgasm when the mouth pulled away. Somewhat surprised, I withdrew my cock from the hole, and crouched down, peered into the hole, whereupon I heard the guy on the other side say "unlock your door." I did and within seconds the cocksucker stepped into my cubicle with me. He was a small framed Latino. His body and ass were quite furry, which I found a major fucking turn-on. He gestured that I should take a seat in the chair, my pants and underwear around my ankles. When I was in position he sat on my raw hard cock until I was balls deep inside him as he stared into my eyes. He rode me until I felt my orgasm build and suddenly burst inside him. I plainly saw how his eyes got wide and glazed over with satisfaction and animal-like lust. I was hooked: I was a top who bred bottoms. And believe me, every bottom I encountered craved my thick raw cock, especially 'cause my cock head always swelled to generous proportions just as I shot my large load deep in the bottom's guts. I also think the curve of my cock must have played the bottom's prostate like a fiddle. I quickly discovered I had only to fuck a bottom once before he would be addicted to my thick curve and he would beg for my cock. Yeah, once I entered a guy, his ass would belong to me. One particular college night, I was especially horny and needed a good bottom in whom to unload. I went online to Craigslist and found a 40 year old bottom who was, in the words of his posting, "looking to take as much college dick and cum as I can." I sent him a pic of my cock and my stats and waited. Within a few minutes he sent me his hotel and his room number with some pics. I checked out his pics; nice lean, masculine frame, salt'n'pepper hair, moderately hairy with a relatively hairless ass with a very furry crack. He said he'd meet me naked on all fours with the door propped open and that he might find another top to join. I got ready and headed his way. I arrived at the hotel and found the door ajar. I went inside and immediately could smell the familiar scent of masculine sweat, lube, and cum. This hole had been used. "Got a cummy ass for me?" I asked as I loudly undid my belt buckle (bottoms love that part...always see them either excitedly re-position like a puppy who knows it's getting a their bodies tremble and their asshole winks. Either one gets my dick hard) "Got two loads so far...you college boys are hungry." I had finished undressing, leaving on only my backward hat with my school's logo proudly displayed, and placed my large hand on his ass. He shook with pleasure. "Suck my cock and get it ready for your cummy pussy," I ordered. He moaned and dove for my cock. The moment it passed through his lips and he began to feel the girth and the length, he let out a animal-like grunt and instinctively arched his back to raise his furry-cracked bubble ass higher. I could see the glistening wetness on his slightly-open hole in the dim light of the hotel room as he continued to feast on my cock, moaning and grunting like a good little fuck pig. This pig needed more seed. The pigs cell phone on the bed next to him began to ring. He pulled off my cock "Sorry, sir, it's the other college guy top who's going to breed me with you--if you don't mind, sir." "Answer the phone so you can get back on my cock, pig." He answered the phone and it was clear the kid was asking for directions and this guy didn't know the city. He looked at me "Can you help him find this place?" I took the phone in one hand and grabbed the back of the pigs head with my other and guided his mouth back to my cock. I spoke into the phone. "Hey, I've got this pig hungrily slurping on my cock but his cummy butt needs more cock in it. Where are you so we can get you in one of these holes and make this pig a happy cumdump?" The voice on the phone hesitated at first, but when he spoke it was clear he was horny as fuck. "I just need to figure out how to get there from where I'm at--I'm new this semester." "I've got your welcome present here--don't forget the balls, pig--if you want a big load you better worship those balls, too. Okay, so where are you?" I talked with the other top about where he was and quickly directed him to where he was going. He was only five minutes away. "The door is still ajar, come in and shut it and get undressed before you fully enter the room. I want you ready to take over this mouth the second you walk in, because I need to reward this bitch for slurping on my cock so much by driving this thick curve deep in that wet hole." "You got it, man. Sounds so hot." I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. The pig kept slurping on my cock as he held up a bottle of poppers. I took a huge hit and let the warmth and hunger wash over me as the cumdump took a few hits and hungrily returned to slobbering on my thick cock, savoring the precum and moaning like a fucking bitch. I heard the door open and heard the new college top fumbling with his clothes. He was a bit nervous, which wasn't all that surprising. I was prepared to take charge and get him where he needed to go, and honestly, I was sure once the college top felt the cock sucker's mouth he would be hooked. At that moment the college top entered. Glancing up I realized I knew him. He had recently moved to my floor, and I had casually spoken to him a couple of times. He was a quiet kid who mostly stayed to himself. A musician, if I remembered correctly. I remember thinking when I met him, that I thought he was cute, but I hadn't obsessed over him, after all, I was outwardly straight. But here we both were, both naked, in a hotel room, both of us were completely hard (and I noticed, his cock was also quite impressive. Once he recognized me, he was also clearly completely mortified and seemed a bit bit frozen, unsure of how to handle the situation. So I took charge. "Pig, you've had enough of my cock - at least for now. If you want my cock in that ass, go show our friend here how hungry you are for cock." The cumdump immediately got off the bed where he had been on all fours sucking my cock and rushed in front of my resident. Without hesitating, he dove onto the other guy's cock, loudly moaning and slurping like a slut. I watched as the panic melted away to pleasure and I walked over to the guys and presented a bottle of poppers under my resident's nose. He took a deep hit in both nostrils and immediately I saw it in his eyes--the hungry glazed look of a barebacker. He was ready. "On the bed on all fours, cumdump," I ordered. The 40 year old man quickly complied, making sure his back was arched to make his ass and mouth more appealing to the two college tops he was pleasuring. I looked at my resident asking "You want mouth or ass?" He smiled, "I want ass. I know I'll cum if I watch you fuck him and I want to breed him, especially if he's got some loads in him already." I climbed on the bed and got comfortable and the bottom immediately got to work sucking my cock. He was so excited knowing he was about to get fucked. My resident hesitated a second "Is there lube?" "He's got two loads in his ass. Just eat him out a bit to get him wet and push it in." I watched as my resident got between the bottom's legs, spread his ass cheeks, and went to town eating that cummy hole. The excessive moaning and flourishes he used on my cock made it clear he was quite happy, and was properly thanking me for arranging double fuck session. My resident, meanwhile, unquestionably loved eating cummy ass. I took some satisfaction in thinking I would have fun with the quiet musician who lived down the hall. Yeah, I was going to have fun with this boy. "Now fuck him. I'd say the bitch has earned a few more loads." I love being able to see the face of both bottom and the top when a top first slides his cock into a cummy-holed slut. The ecstasy and hunger the resident and cumdump were experiencing was abundantly tangible, so I took a large hit of poppers and begin to face fuck the bottom. He loved every second of the spit-roasting, and from the grunts coming from the top, I suspected he would barely last five minutes, so I paused in face-fucking the bottom so he can really enjoy my cock on his terms. I'd like to think each tongue-flick and oral massage of my cock was his way of thanking me. While he was enjoying the resident's cock, he knew he belonged to me. The cumdump could tell, even before I penetrated his hole, that my cock was special. He was a true cumdump. I looked up as the resident was practically howling, knowing he was about to cum. I withdrew from the cumdump's mouth, walked around the bed so I was directly behind the resident, allowing my hard cock head to rest against his ass cheek as I leaned in close behind him and quietly ordered the resident to "Load him. Load up the cumdump. I'm going to fuck him and I want your load deep in his guts while I'm filling him up. Give him your warm, thick load." I also ordered the cumdump to "Beg for that load, bitch. Tell him that you want it." And beg he did. The 40 year old begged and pleaded for that load like a true cumdump. The resident, meanwhile, was about to go over the edge, so I took the bottom about his waist and pulled him back so that the resident was completely balls-deep. Then, at just the right moment, I grunted in the resident's ear "Shoot that load." I could feel his body spasm as he came, wave after wave of orgasm hitting him as the cumdump moaned and thanked him over and over again. When he was done cumming, the resident pulled out with a wet "plop" and collapsed on his back on the bed next to the cumdump. I immediately grabbed the cumdump by the waist with both hands and spit on my cockhead. Placing my cock at the entrance to his wet, hot, cummy hole, I slid my entire eight inch shaft deep into his guts. The noise the cumdump made was unlike any I'd heard him: it was a deep, guttural groan that seemed to escape from deep in his gut. He was truly a bitch in heat. I took my time enjoying the cummy wetness of his warm guts as I pounded his ass, using every stroke to caress and massage the hole so that it began to naturally form to the shape of my cock. As I owned his ass, the cumdump eventually coaxed the resident to scoot up on the bed so he could suck his semi-hard cock while in the daze of the poppers and the pleasure of my cock filling his cummy hole. I felt my orgasm building as I watched the resident's cock growing harder in the cumdump's mouth and watching as the cumdump hungrily started really working for a load in his mouth, sensing another load would soon be deposited in his ass. He pushed back and met each thrust while giving focused attention to the cock in his mouth. As I said, he was a true cumdump, and most definitely was earning his cummy rewards. I unloaded in his ass moments before the resident unloaded in his mouth and felt the cumdump's body shivering as he felt my cockhead swell and release a giant load into his guts. His ass was filled to the brim with cum, and as the resident began to flood his mouth the cumdump laughed around the dick as he moaned and savored each drop. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled out slowly and felt the cum following my dick. When my cockhead popped out of the cumdump's well used asshole, a splatter of cum came out and landed on the hotel bedspread. In a flash, the resident dove on the cummy hole, licking and slurping up the cum and ass juices leaking out. "Push some of it back in" the bottom begged. "Please give me the seed." Scooping up some of the cum on my cock head, I slid my dick, which was still quite hard, back into his cummy ass. The resident kept his face right there by the hole, watching and breathing on my cock as if to make sure each drop of cum remained in the cumdump's hole. The bottom, for his part, clamped down on my cock when I withdrew, ensuring the multiple loads he had taken would not be lost. The resident immediately took my cummy cock in his mouth and cleaned it off. I smiled in satisfaction as he enjoyed servicing my cock for a few moments before I withdrew from his mouth. "Come on, we've got to go. I'm sure this cumdump has more tops on the way." "Just a couple," the bottom answered. I noticed his cummy asshole seemed to wink in agreement. The resident and I quickly dressed, so we were ready to leave at the same time. Just before I opened the door to leave, I looked over my shoulder at the cumdump and said "Thanks, cumpdump, you did a good job." With that, resident and I walked out. He didn't say anything until we were in the elevator. "Will this change anything at the dorms? Cuz I'm not really out," he asked with a hesitant voice. "Hey, nothing's going to change," I replied with a reassuring smile, "except that you're going to suck a load out of my cummy dick when we get back to the dorms." From his smile, I had the feeling he had decided a little change wasn't such a bad thing. This is my first story on here. Let me know if you guys enjoyed and I should keep writing...I have PLENTY of other great stories up my sleeves (or up someone's ass)

The battle lines are now being drawn, over an age-old struggle. The forces of repression are running rampant through the US now, and we must be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. A certain so-called Justice of the SCOTUS is attacking women's reproductive rights via a very strict "originalist" interpretation of the Constitution of the United States, justifying his repressive views with the argument that since women's reproductive rights are not specifically mentioned in the Constitution, these long-held rights laid out in Roe vs Wade, and guaranteed for 50 years now, are, in fact, unconstitutional, and thus to be thrown out. This miserable wretch is attacking the basis upon which RvW rests, namely privacy rights, upon which rests our right to gay marriage also rests, as well as a number of other rights. While this outrage is scurrilous enough on it's face, it is merely a harbinger of more attacks on our freedoms to come. No one believes for one instant that - if successful - the hatemongers will stop with repealing women's rights. Already the reputable major media are remarking about how the forces of repression will be coming for gay marriage (which, of course, is not specifically mentioned in the Constitution or it's amendments), and men who do what we do are sure to follow. I'm not a lawyer, nor do I play one on tv. So if I have made an error in the descriptive text above, my apologies. What I am, however, is politically active, I've seen a lot, and this is the time to take a stand. Get registered. Vote. Vote these hatemongers out of office. Every election - from the most local to the highest offices in the land - are absolutely crucial now. Take action. Be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. Write to your representatives in Washington. Join organizations that support progressive causes. And, do not fail to VOTE.

This story was told to me by a work colleague and it’s basically what he dictated. He invited me to watch a shared hotwife play session, and I can verify that the pussy in question is indeed ruined. There’s some cum-eating. If this isn’t your thing, bow out now. _____ I’ve always had a thing for stretched out pussy. I don’t want to slip my dick into a tight pink clam, I want it loose, wet, and open. I’m lucky to have a great wife, Michele, who has had a blast on this shared wife journey. She’s as into it as I am, if not more. And we really don’t care if you approve. Michele is petit and curvy. She hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience before we started dating, and to be honest, neither had I. We watched adult videos together and learned a lot. I guess that’s why fantasies came easy to us, so did talking about them. She brought up that she fantasized about me about sharing her with another guy. So, we looked into that and it turns out it’s totally a thing. There’s not a lot of mainstream porn out there made for straight couples who enjoy sharing their wives with other men, especially with a goal in mind of stretching out her pussy. Some dudes get into humiliation, but that’s never done it for us. It’s more about a confident couple enjoying something a little wild from time to time. From the start, we decided to only play with other guys together, and we agreed to get every guy tested for STIs before we meet up. We usually only play when she’s in her safe time of her cycle, so disease and unwanted pregnancy isn’t part of our jam, neither are condoms, but we’re smart about it. Now, we’ve played with a lot of guys and never had a scare or broken our rules. From the start of our relationship, I’ve always loved sliding into Michele’s pussy when it’s nice and juicy. I love lazy weekend afternoons because we can have a nice long fuck session together. I’ll cum first then lap at her creamy pussy until she cums on my face, and then I’ll fuck her again. That second fuck is our favorite because it just feels amazing for us both. Two loads squelching around in her pre-fucked cunt sounds and tastes delicious. I asked her if she thought about other men while I railed her cummy pussy and she whispered that she was at that moment pretending I was sliding around in another guy’s seed. That made me cum inside her immediately, filling her pussy with a second thick load to ooze out of her. I fingered her to a cummy final orgasm before cuddling with Michele in sticky afterglow. After one pussy-drenching session, Michele asked if she was loosening up down there. She’d looked at her pussy in a mirror for the first time when she was at the mall, of all places. Michele had been trying on a swimsuit over her underwear and managed to grab her panties to the side as she changed. She looked at her pussy in the changing room mirror and then really stared at it in detail soon after she got home. It's not a secret that I have a respectable six inch cock. Michele was happy with my size but worried that she wasn’t as tight as she was years ago. She joked that my six inches must have been enough to permanently stretch her out. I told her that she was even more beautiful now than the day we married. I did acknowledge that her cunt was more opened up than it had been, but that that turned me on. Shortly afterwards, I came in her pussy and she squatted over my face. I gasped at how gorgeous Michele’s freshly-bred pussy looked with fresh loads pouring out. I’ve never been squeamish, so I lapped up those pearls of seed, and moaned as I ate her opened-up pussy. Michele asked me if I’d be more turned on by her pussy being even more stretched-out. I nearly came just thinking about it. That night, we went online and bought some training toys, starting with realistic rubber dildos a bit bigger than me going all the way up to 12”. I spent several weeks playing with her pussy with my tongue, cock, and that 7” dildo. After getting used to it, and her pussy taking even longer to tighten up a bit after a session, she asked if I could find a man with a seven-inch dick to share her with. I made an ad, and this handsome guy, Tim, replied with some face, body, and dick pics. He was close by, and Michele liked his looks, so we invited him over pending a battery of tests down at the free clinic. Two days later he got results back, and I confirmed that it was a safe time for Michele. That night, we met Tim. Tim came over and we had a kind of date night at our house. We all knew what we were here for, and it wasn’t long before Tim and I took turns making out with Michele. I stood behind her chair and leaned forward to kiss her as I played with her nipples. I leaned forward and hiked up her skirt to reveal her furry pantyless crotch. Tim dove in and ate her to her first orgasm. We moved to the bedroom and stripped. We got in the bed and took turns with Michele in various positions. We put her doggy style and alternated taking turns sliding balls deep. Michele was squirting and making her pussy as wet and juicy as I’d ever seen it. I could feel her cunt lips relaxing as she took two cocks, one a solid inch longer than the other. Tim came first, balls deep, and shot his load deeper into my wife’s pussy than I’d ever be able to. Good thing it was her ‘safe time.’ Tim really did plant some seed. He pulled out and a trickle of fresh cum poured out. I smeared it around with my dick before plunging right into Michele’s freshly-fucked and just-bred slack juicy cunt. Feeling her pussy honestly more open than I’d ever seen it was so good. It was almost like my balls were slapping at the red walls of her opening rather than her puffy labia. I pistoned my hips and shot my cum as deep inside her as it would go, mixing with Tim’s cum inside Michele’s sodden pussy. Michele had another orgasm and I waited for her to catch her breath before I slowly pulled out. Tim and I took turns fingering the sticky mess that oozed out of her. Tim even ate some of our mingled cum out right out of her twat. Tim got dressed we shook hands very politely before leaving. We even joked that he should at least get a hug, what with his seed dripping down my wife’s thighs. Tim was a nice guy, but we knew this was a one-time thing with him. We knew we’d be sharing her with a few different men, practical strangers, and we didn’t want to get attached. That very night, after Tim had gone, Michele asked me to get the new 8” dildo. She was ready for another level of training that would eventually mean inviting another hung man to fuck and cum inside her. As you can guess, we invited six STI-tested men to our bed to breed my wife with me during her safe time. Each man was a solid inch bigger than the last. With every guy’s bigger dick, Michele was opened up more and more. Her cunt did tighten back somewhat but it got more and more stretched. Fucking her by myself was looser and looser every time and it felt amazing. Once, after the ten-inch-dicked man came in my wife, I had my hand around the base of my balls and my entire scrotum actually slipped inside her pussy. When I knew what had happened, I stopped and told her. Michele immediately came on my cock and balls. Even stretched out, her convulsions felt so good. I poured my cum into her, as her pussy actually squeezed the load out of my balls. By the time the last guy’s twelve-inch dick came inside her, Michele’s pussy was remade. Her labia have now stretched into a silky meaty hood. Her pussy is more gorgeous that ever and I love Michele more than ever. Since sharing her with six hung men, Michele and I are closer than ever. She brought up the idea of inviting them all over for some group fun. I brought the idea up to Tim and he said he’d join, but only if he can go second to last, allowing the bigger guys to go first and really open her up. We’re thinking of getting some fisting toys online to try those inside her as well. I think they’re made for guys to play with in butts, but Michele really prefers me stretching out her pussy. So far, her ass is virginal. She says one stretched out ruined hole is enough for now.

So I had a whole week free which included a trip to Orlando (I live in Miami) and I decided to use it to be the nastiest piggiest cumdump I could! First stop was Club Orlando - I only had a few hours so I undressed down to my jock and went right to the dark room in the back. I basically grabbed the first cock and put it in my mouth - I find that this is usualy the best way to ensure a load later on. Sure enough, before long the guy flipped and pushed me down on the big table in the middle of the room. I felt hick cock enter me and I just begged for the first load of the day right away. Soon he was unloading in me. I love the feeling of that first load, since it also means I wont need any more lube! I walked around some more, but ultimately kept coming back to the dark room for action. At oen point, one guy in here climed on top of the table with me and fucked me hard - then suddenly after he came I realize someone else had their cock in me. The realization that this was some new man, was so hot - he too pumped me full of cum in a minute or so. In the end I left with 5 loads - which was about par for my previous record. But I was not done! A c ouple of days later, I was in south FL and headed over to Club Fort Lauderdale. This club unfortunately has a lot of posing and not that much action for anyone of average looks (I'm 39 and in ok shape, but no twink stud) - however, I got lucky and someone shared some party favors which got me to plan a whole night of fun, I went o Slammers first, where I got piggy with anohter bottom in the dark room, licking his cummy cunt and talking about all the loads we were gonna take. I only got one in the dark room, but a few more in the group area on the back. I could just start sucking off guys who approached and soon enough each one flipped me and stuck their cock in me. This always gets me very verbal and they cant help but cum. As that was widing down (it was a wednesday) I went to the local club Ramrod, and got fucked in full view of everyone on their pool table. Lastly I went to clubhouse and cruised until I could a guy willing to give me a load in his room. Total count - 7 or 8 loads! New record! But then the real fun was to come Friday, at Slammers again, and it was PACKED. I got in early, and walked from one fucking are to another looking for cocks. No luck in the dark room, but in two other room my blowjobs led to fucking, and then other guys seeming me be such a slut and moaning and begging for loads would join in. I could feel my hole getting wetter and wetter, loads dripping down my legs and soaking my jock - and loved pushing out cum to use as lube for every new guy. I was just loving being a total pig! By 3 am I estimate about 20 cocks and 12 loads in my hungry slut hole! New record yet again, and total of over 25 for the week! Hottest time I had in ages, and next I really wanna do the hotel cumdump thing to get even more hot cum inside me.

This is my Cum Hole, leaking two loads I procured on his drive home one day after work. I use this pic on sniffies when I load him out anon.

Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, and Coney-Barrett who were all nominated by the last President were all asked under oath by the Senate their position on Roe v Wade. They all stated unequivocally that it was settled law and not up for reconsideration. There was nothing new in the case that was just decided that warranted overturning a 50-year-old precedent. They simply lied under oath, and are guilty of perjury.

This is one of the best threads!! lol, here is one of my favourites.

If HIV is a gun, then PrEP is a bulletproof vest. And the guy who wants to stay neg, but takes loads from complete strangers without asking their status, yet doesn't take PrEP would be like someone who wanders onto an active shooting range. Where HIV isn't like a gun is that it's less likely to kill. And PrEP is far more effective than a bulletproof vest - so that analogy isn't perfect either. When you have the ability to protect yourself and you refuse to use the protection while simultaneously putting yourself at significant risk - IMHO, the only person who is at fault is the neg guy. Simply put - in scenarios like that YOU are the only one who is responsible for your health. Since PrEP offers very close to 100% protection, I fail to see how the toxic poz guy could be "unethical" for blowing his load up neg asses. He won't actually infect anyone unless they're actively or passively bug chasing. Now, if he's specifically targeting say closeted 18 year olds who are still living at home with parents watching their every move (and hence don't really have access to PrEP) - yeah - that's unethical. But cases like that aren't typical. But if he has some random, anonymous hookup in a park with the same kid - then I don't see that as unethical either. There are now three different types of PrEP, so there isn't even the argument of "well, the neg guy couldn't tolerate Truvada". If you want to stay neg and you're taking loads from strangers / people you don't know all that well - then you need to be on PrEP. If you opt not to take PrEP and you get pozzed - it's because of your action/inaction, not the action of the poz guy. All of that is a little off-topic - except to say I don't see it as unethical to stay off meds and be sexually active. But just like the neg guy should be responsible for his health - the poz guy should be responsible for his health and go on meds when it's time (CD4 <= 500, if not sooner).

I was walking down the street one night when an acquaintance took my hand and dragged me into a sex club - it was my first time; I knew he was positive but that was neither here nor there. Like the OP there was lots of cruising but eventually I ended up in the dark room and someone was bent over a bench (or a ledge - it was dark and I've never seen the room lit), I was very horny by then and when my head grazed against a guy's lubed arse, he pushed back and I thought, "what the hell?" And so I fucked and came in him; happy customer 🙂

Got 3 loads from 3 different guys last night. First guy was a regular partner of mine who takes ages to cum but when he does it’s a torrent. He fucked his load into me in the spoon position. Next guy was older late 50’s who I have seen before but he’s not a regular. He fingered my hole and smeared it with some of the last guys cum then bent me over the kitchen worktop and pounded me until shot his spunk up my ass. I had never met the 3rd guy and I was disappointed to see such a small cock when he took it out. But one it got hard it was adequate and when he shot his spunk in me I could feel it so I knew it was an enormous load. When he pulled out I could feel some cum leak out of me and run down my leg. I love being a dirty cumdump and I loved the feeling of my ass being so full of spunk. This was the first time I’d ever taken more than 2 loads

Part 1: Will meets Dominic I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call. “We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.” “Really? That’s great. Thank you.” Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.” “What’s that?” “We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.” “Why?” “Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.” “I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.” “I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.” “I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.” Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least. A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice. Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand. “Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.” “That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.” “Does he?” I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said. “Dominic Moore,” he said. “Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.” “Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye. I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case. I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine. “How does that feel?” “Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way. His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward. “Ready, baby?” “Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.” “Here it comes.” My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m. I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening? I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. “Here it comes.” Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into— I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips. Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on? After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized. “Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile. “Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.” “Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” “You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.” “Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?” “Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?” “I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.” “About what?” “Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.” “A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.” “I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.” “Did you?” “Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.” “Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…” I nodded. “Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.” “Did you get a name?” “Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said. “Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?” Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.” “Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?” “Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.” “I’ll send you his email.” Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression. My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come.

Part 1 Grey. His name, cold like steel. His face, angelic in nature. Chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, widows peak, and of course, eyes as grey as slate. A twink and a hunk, Grey was indeed a twunk. He had pecs large enough to be boobs, arms big enough to wrestle you down, and legs thick and mighty. Hairless on the torso, thick bushy brown pubes, and plenty of leg hair. The epitome of male grace and beauty. Now Grey always liked to visit his local gym, he took great pride in looking his best. But the main reason he visited was for the locker room. Big, sweaty, hairy balls here, jungles of pubes, forests of armpit hair, and treasure trails galore. Grey was addicted to body hair on men. He often caught himself staring at other men’s legs when they were wearing shorts, just to gain a glimpse of selfish satisfaction. Grey was, for all intents and purposes, a perverted boy. In fact, Grey liked to take pictures and record men changing in the locker rooms without their knowledge. After all, Grey was gay, and any chance to peek was worth a shot. One day, Grey was in the locker room when a big burly man walked past him. His massive balls flailing right to left, smacking his thighs. His cock hung down halfway to his knees, a true gift from god. Uncut, hairy as fuck, this man was built to rip a log in half. While Grey drooled over this man and his immeasurable length, he noticed a tattoo of a scorpion right on his left ass cheek. “Hey man, nice tattoo! Where did you get the inspiration for that?” Grey said, as he came over to strip down for a shower. “I got it after a really big life change for me. It represents a lot of things to me.” Grey didn’t think much of it, but he turned around and bent over to untie his shoes. Grey also had tattoos - a rainbow flag on his back. Of course, as you would imagine, the big dude noticed this tattoo, and darted his eyes to Grey’s hairy crack. Curly, thick, and juicy with tangy sweat, the man’s dick began to stiffen slightly. As Grey turned around, he noticed this, and he too began to pop a boner in the locker room. The man gestured him to follow, and they exited the main changing area to a private shower room. “I see you’re gay, boy. I’m Austin.” He said quietly, “I’m also gay, and… God. Fucking. Damn. You are one sexy little bitch.” Grey blushed, his cock hardening further. It was like someone inserted a steel rod into his throbbing cock. The ache of it was enough for Grey’s mind to light up - he was horny for Austin like he’d never been before. Maybe it was Austin’s sweat. Maybe it was all that body hair. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was his elephant cock and balls dangling between his thighs. “I’ve got the bug, kid.” Austin whispered, “I’m toxic. You don’t want me.” Instantly, Grey turned around, turned the shower on, placed his hands on the wall. “It’s about fucking time. I’m done living in fear. For fucks sake, stick your cock in me!” Austin’s cock popped right up, he was ready to infect Grey’s tight little pink hole. Austin reached around, grabbing Grey’s pecs, squeezing them as he slid his cock up and down Grey’s hairy crack and hole. The friction and sliding made Grey’s hole quiver and pucker in anticipation. He was ready. Austin reached out of the private shower room, grabbing his duffel bag and rummaged around until he procured a small, expensive looking vial. He popped the cap off and poured the liquid into his hand. Slathering it over his cock, he pressed against Grey’s hole. It wouldn’t go in. Grey struggled to handle his hole opening up. He hadn’t ever had a man this large try to enter him. He was in extreme pain. Once again, Austin’s magical bag of wonders procured a brown bottle with a yellow label. “Smell these. I promise, it helps. Here, let me show you.” Austin demonstrated. Grey took the bottle, moved out of the water, and pressed it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, the sweet chemical fragrance shot up his nose, burning slightly, and he held it in his lungs. Exhaling, he took another long whiff. And another. And another. And yet, another. Austin smiled. “You nasty, greedy little pig. Get ready.” Austin pressed against his hole again, harder, and much to Grey’s surprise, he slid in with a fair amount of ease. He opened up after a few minutes, allowing himself to adjust to the biggest dick he’d ever seen. Grey had fucked well over 100 men since he was 16. At 20, he was fucking his first poz cock. Austin ran deep, long strokes. Thrusting into Grey’s ass hungrily, threatening his very existence as a negative man. Over the course of 30 minutes Austin picked up his pace, fucking harder, deeper, longer, and stronger. His hand clasped over Grey’s mouth, as not to get caught. Austin got into Grey’s ear, “Here it comes boy. Last chance to say no. Your choice, but hurry up.” Austin removed his grip from his mouth. “Fuck - I need this. I want this. I have to be poz.” Grey was submissive, high pitched, and greedy in his words. Austin almost immediately let out a few loud grunts, plowing Grey into the shower wall. His load spurting into Grey. Grey was able to imagine his seed taking root inside of him - corruption, disease, filth, and decay. Grey came instantly, his thick viscous cum dripping to the floor, washing away In the flowing water. Austin pulled out, slapped his ass, winked and left Grey in the shower to himself. Grey was a nasty pig now. A dirty, nasty pig indeed. He was dead-set on fucking with this man every time they saw each other.

Hi Guys - this is for those of who also have a profile on Recon. For a long time it has bothered me that in our Profiles on Recon along with height, and age a how "active" one is (there way to code for TOP or bottom) etc they have a section for "Safe Sex" which I have always treated as if it were asking "condom use"...... except as it is labeled "Safe Sex" I have always felt uncomfortable listing "Never" (where as if they had it listed as "condom use" I would certainly list "never" anyway - I finally got around to writing customer service a letter about it (although I must say you really have to hunt around for how to do that)...... the letter I sent them is below..... if you would like to join my campaign to get Recon to change their ways..... I hope you will write them too.... and feel free to crib as much of my letter as you would loike Dear recon Some time ago you announced you were looking into making some changes to the site and I wanted to propose one key change you need to make. Currently in the “profile” section one of your categories is “Safe Sex” And the drop down menu offers the following options Always Needs discussion Never I’d Rather Not Say Sometimes I am writing to express my concern about this category. As “poz play” much less “poz conversion” sex are not in your list of fetish communities that members can identify with- I think that the wording of this category is no longer up to date with current science. Research shows that U=U (or, if a person with HIV is compliant with their meds and so is “undetectable” than their virus is untransmitable - even if they fuck bareback) Because of U=U and then the advent of PrEP, guys - even those with HIV - can fuck bareback with safety Because of this, I find your continued use of “Safe Sex” as a category to be AIDS phobic I don’t think I am alone in using the “Safe Sex” category as a stand in for “Condom Use” - as thanks to U=U and PrEP more and more guys are fucking without condoms (at least “Sometimes” or after the have had a “Discussion” My proposal is that you make this clear by changing the name of this category from “Safe Sex” to “Condom Use” - and you could still use the same drop down menu. Because I am undetectable I no longer use condoms- but feel uncomfortable saying that I “Never” practice “Safe Sex” - I like to think that as I am “U” that even when fucking a bottom bareback I am "Always" practicing "Safe Sex" - even if I never use condoms. If you would change this I think you would make things clearer for everyone. I was impressed several years ago with the serious look you took at racism in our communities- I urge you now to take the same look at the AIDS phobia in our community. I urge you to change the wording of this category as soon as possible. Thank you. Dotdomtop

1) Crappy audio - stupid rap music or blaring TV in the background. 2) Pulling out to cum. Who does that in real life??? 3) Over moaning. Sure it feels good, but you don't have to constantly be making bad moaning sounds. 4) Same routine. Kiss, strip, stroke, suck, eat, fuck. It doesn't always go like that. Plenty of times it should just be strip and fuck.

Based on the size of hte adult diaper isle at places like CVS and Walgreens, it's going to happen anyway. I am just going to enjoy getting there whole lot more. The Pleasure and size high is worth the wrecking. Besides, I'm hosed out practically everyday so it's not like whether or not my ass works for any use other than extreme sodomy is going to be an issue.

First, glad to see you're back, my friend. Hopefully you were on vaca somewhere nice and summery !!! A gay nude beach with plenty of seaside bushes somewhere comes to mind ... Now. I thought it would take longer than just under 2 months (since the original post), but it hasn't. These hatemongers are on the march, there are millions of them, and the SCOTUS has just proven how determined these so-called "conservatives" are to preserve, protect, and defend the depravities they are so consumed by. Mr. Thomas, with his swollen false pride completely overtaking his twisted foul mind, has directly referenced US now. Do these "conservatives" think people will stop fucking? Who will raise all the babies forced into this maelstrom of the DisUnited States? Who will feed them? Who will care for them, when the rich, pale and powerful care only for their own miseries? These so-called conservatives are interested in conserving one thing, and one thing only: their institutionalized hatreds of 'the other', and history is littered with their despicable acts. These conservatives are all about increasing the Caucasian population, and diminishing every other group's presence in the United States. They think that this will eventually keep them (and their U.T.'s)* in power, and thus preserve and deepen their hatreds of anyone who doesn't measure down to their cultural depths. They will stop at nothing to accomplish this, and today was their first salvo in the coming struggles. They claim to value human life (which begins, they say, at the moment the breeding takes place), but the value only their positions of privilege. They couldn't care less how many "lesser" folks get mown down by weapons of war. They pervert the second amendment into an enabling artifice to kill those of us that don't live in their ivory towers. These people have also perverted the Universal Message of the one they claim to follow. Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, house the homeless, heal the sick. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Period. The rest is cultural garbage and inserted into ancient texts to support the advent of "New Covenant", subsequently rearranged to support the political agenda of the day. Do the research for yourself. Picking one shred of a quote out of the history of the ancient Hebrew people is all they need to grasp at**, and feel justified in our destruction. These are not people of intellect, these are people dedicated to perpetuating cultural hatreds. This is the historical curse of mankind since we crawled out of the caves. The odds are against us, but it is not impossible that we can defeat these dark forces. Take a stand, take action, join progressive groups, resist the tide of hatred. If not for others, then for yourself. We are under serious threat, and if we pull the ostrich routine, our heads will be under the sands of time when the last chance to save our Nation has already passed. Get involved. Take action. Keep fighting. Never give up. Now is the time to join hands with decent people, and do what we can to beat back these hatemongering cretins. NOW. *I can't bring myself to actually type it, but some of you will figure it out. ** the same, tired old phrase sourced in Leviticus

Except that the site owner chose to post this thread in the HIV & Sexual Health section, which is the one place on this site where we specifically don’t pander to bugchasing at the expense of human life. (Actually, since the new rules came out I thought that was true everywhere except the bugchasing section; I am frankly not sure how the site owner squares this rather enabling post with the restriction, but that’s his affair.) Had he posted it for the benefit of the lunatics who “like HIV” in the bugchasing section where such people go to wallow in their insanity, I would not have posted a reply. For whatever reason, he did not. I posted my lived experience, not my moral opinions, but all persons in a sane society agree - must agree - that one individual has no right to bring permanent, debilitating, and potentially deadly harm to another. That’s fundamental, not debatable. Whether you have the “right to commit suicide” is a matter for moral debate, but just because a thing may not be illegal does not mean it should not be discouraged. Do you have HIV? Are you an AIDS survivor? Do you have to take a pill every day of your life just to enjoy the privilege of being alive? Do you have to struggle to keep yourself healthy? Are you watching your own body gradually break down in front of the mirror? Have you ever been rejected out-of-hand for a fuck just because you were positive even though you were undetectable? Have you ever - ever once - worried about whether you having sex with someone would harm them? If you can’t answer yes to any of those questions, your bleating about your personal choices is meaningless here because you’re not talking about people’s health or the reality of living with HIV. You’re talking about wants, not needs, and that’s where the rubber meets the road.

my cum-sloppy fuckhole after a night at a party in Oakland. Not even a sex party, I took about 17 loads - all of them in different places - in the hot tub, on a chaise lounge on the deck (two guys), the back yard, the bathroom, front porch, garage, kitchen, driveway, two different cars, neighbor’s living room (got dp’d by neighbor and his friend)…

Jake knew he had this hot little wrestler right were he wanted him. Jake also knew this first fuck was going to hurt the boy's cunt like hell. He grabbed a sock and poured his poppers on it and forced it over the boy's nose and mouth and ordered him to breathe deep. " Boy you better do as I say or I will beat your ass first before I fuck it". The boy believed him and was complying. Jake felt the boy go partially limp under him and Jake readied his next step. He pulled a loaded rig out of the dresser drawer which was right next to a box of Trojans. Jake smirked when he saw those and remembered he had bought them years ago and they were still unopened. Jake rolled the blissed out boy onto his back and tied off his arm. The boy's veins popped up prominently and Jake expertly inserted the needle, registered the flash and plunged the boy into a new level of consciousness. He pulled the strap off and rolled his new boy back onto his belly as his boy's eyes popped open and he started coughing. Jake put pressure on the boy's neck and using his knees, spread his prey's legs apart. The boy immediately started thrashing and talking gibberish. Jake took aim on the virgin cunt, lined his fat pierced cock and thrust forward breeching the boy's tight fuck hole. The boy was instantly blinded by white hot pain. He bucked and thrashed trying to throw Jake off but Jake had the advantage on him. He managed to only get about half way in so he bit down on the boy's neck. The boy seemed surprised by that and Jake thrust forward again. The pain that the boy was feeling wasn't like anything else he ever felt. He was screaming and crying and Jake kept thrusting until he was fully buried into his new boycunt. Jake just rested for a minute to let the boy get used to the stretch and the boy could feel Jake's cock twitch inside him. The boy went a bit limp again, overwhelmed by all the different sensations he was experiencing. He was high on poppers, riding a wave from his slam, and having the deep pain from just having his virginity stolen. Jake knew as tight as this boy's hole was, he would have to start slow or he would blow his first nut way too soon. Jake started to pull out just a bit before pushing back in and hitting the boy's second ring. Jake didn't want to breach it just yet. He pulled out about half way and felt his large gauge Prince Albert drag across the boy's prostate. The boy reacted like he had just touched an electric fence. He gently kept this up for a few minutes, the boy's groans of pain changed slightly to more like gasps. He could definitely feel a change in the boy. He wasn't fighting him anymore and was even pushing back to meet his thrusts. Jake pulled his boy up and he was straddling Jake now. Jake looked into the boy's eyes and his pupils we're as big as saucers. Jake commanded the boy to sit back onto his cock and make him feel good. The boy did but seemed a bit hesitant to go very fast. He had gotten about two inches inside when Jake put both hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled down as he thrust up. He was again stopped by the second ring. Jake smiled a devilish smile and let the boy ride him at his pace for a minute. Jake pulled down hard on the boy and felt himself break his second barrier. The boy went rigid at this new deeper pain. Jake pushed the boy back and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. Jake started to rabbit fuck the boy's tender hole now and he felt the cunt get a bit looser from a combination of his precum, the boy's ass juices and probably blood. Jake could see the boy's cock was semi hard now. Probably couldn't get hard from the Tina he pumped into the boy but the boy's cock was of little concern to Jake. The boy seemed to be adjusting to his first fuck and was moaning and meeting his strokes. Jake asked the boy if he was enjoying his breeding. The boy couldn't really say anything that sounded like words. Spit was dribbling out of the corner of the boy's mouth. His mouth was open so Jake dropped a big spit of his Copenhagen spit into the boy's mouth and ordered him to swallow. The boy did, barely aware. Jake felt his big furry nuts draw up and he knew he was close to blowing his first nut into the kid. Jake slapped the boy's face and asked the boy if he was ready for his first seeding. The boy didn't seem to understand so Jake slapped him again and repeated the question. This time the boy nodded his head in the affirmative. Jake wrapped his arms around the boy, pulled his body close to his, thrust down deep and his whole body shook as he emptied his nearly one week load deep into the boy's guts. The boy felt Jake's load painting his insides and he lost his own nut shooting all over Jake's hairy chest. It took a few minutes for Jake to recover from one of the most powerful orgasms he had in awhile. He plopped out of the sloppy bloody hole he had just deflowered and said " Boy you done made a mess and now you got to clean it up".

The short answer for my part is yes, I actually like being poz. But then again I have never experienced any problems and I live in a country (Denmark) where everything health related is paid for by the government through our taxes meaning I don’t have to worry about costs for meds, check-ups, blood tests etc. For me becoming poz was liberating. I know there are other nasty STDs out there but for me the big bad wolf was always HIV and once that bridge was burned it seemed like the sky was the limit for me sexually. I remember when I came out of the HIV clinic for the second time 1 month after my initial diagnosis and knew that all was shipshape and Bristol fashion I went straight to the biggest bathhouse in Copenhagen (Amigo), cleaned out my ass real good and then went for it. It was the summer of 2008 and the city was full of tourists - also inside the bath house. So I got fucked and fucked and fucked until I could barely stand on my feet and after 8 hours!! in there I went home with a sore and very loose ass still dripping cum despite my efforts to clean it out before I left. To this day I have no idea how many guys fucked me and how many loads I took - after the first hours where I counted 11 loads everything became a bit of a blurr but boy was it great!! And the biggest miracle was that I didn’t catch any other STDs after that little party. Would I reverse what happened if I could? No - certainly not. If I should have lived a live safe from HIV it would mean suppressing a great part of my life - my sexuality - and that just wouldn’t be a life worth living in my opinion.

Part 2: Will Accepts Dominic's Offer Two days went by before I receive an email from Dominic. During that time, I’d almost forgotten about him and the dream. I’d swung by my office after a late-day workout session at the gym and found the email waiting for me. “Hey, Pastor Ryder, thanks for emailing me back. I’m free to meet Friday after work if that works for you. I can be there around 4. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I feel like we had a good connection on Sunday. Email me back if Friday at 4 works. Thanks, Dom.” As I read the email, I was suddenly aware of how sweaty I was. I sweat easily, and the hair on my chest and in my armpits always collected odor if I wasn’t careful. My roommate in college complained about my laundry smelling. I never took any notice. Now, however, I was suddenly very aware of my own stink. I lifted my arm and turned my head, smelling my armpit. It was a ripe smell. I started to lower my arm when, instead, I lifted it back up and moved my face closer, taking in a big whiff. Ripe had never smelled this good before. It made my head spin. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and ran it along the sweaty-drenched hairs, tasting myself. It was salty and a bit bitter, but I liked it. It tasted strong, and I wanted more. A knock on the door pulled me from my exploration, causing me to nearly jump out of my chair. I made sure I was collected before I said, “Come in.” It was Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. Just checking in. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Have you had anymore of those dreams?” I shook my head. “Good. You look like you’ve just run a marathon. You’ll want to light a candle in here.” “I’ll do that.” I couldn’t tell, but, for a moment, I could have sworn I saw Pastor Kline inhale deep, a smile turning his mouth for a second. “Did you email that visitor?” “I did. We’re meeting tomorrow.” “That’s great news, Will. Well, I’m on my way home. My wife is making a meatloaf again. You’re free to join us if you want.” “Thanks, Mark, but I’ve got leftovers I need to take care of tonight. Some other time.” Pastor Kline left, leaving me to respond to the email. “Hey, Dominic. Friday works fine. Meet me at my office. Thanks, Pastor Will Ryder.” I went home and showered, relishing the feeling of the warm water. As I soaped up, I made sure to clean thoroughly around my balls, cock, and butt crack. As I cleaned, reaching my butthole, I found my cock shooting to life, standing at attention. I jumped, surprised by this never-before-felt feeling. I tried again, finding my cock growing and my balls pulling up to my body. Forgetting the bar of soap, I reached my hand back and ran a finger along the hole. A tingling sensation ran throughout my body, making my knees weak. I moved my finger in little circles, falling against the wall as I struggled to breathe from the waves of pleasure. I pressed against my hole, moving in rhythm, my body nearly shaking from the sensation. I increased pressure, pushing harder, until my finger slipped and entered inside. “Ah,” I gasped, removing my finger and wincing at the pain. I looked at my finger and found a small trace of blood near my nail. I must have cut myself. As the water ran down and mixed with the soap, I felt the stinging. There’s no way of putting a bandage down there, I thought, turning off the water once I was rinsed off. Even with the pain, I found my cock still hard. I considered jerking off but decided against it. I was too tired and had work to do. I was preaching Sunday and needed to be as prepared as possible. I’d lost track of time by 4 on Friday. I was nearly finished with my sermon when a knock on the door pulled my attention. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dominic stuck his head inside. “Pastor Ryder.” “Dominic Moore,” I said, standing up and reaching out a hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” he said, entering my office and shaking. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” he said, smiling and taking a seat. He was wearing another black t-shirt, this time with a design on the chest of a skull with gems for eyes and the words “Dark Soul Tattoos” beneath. “I’ve heard of that place,” I said, pointing at his shirt. “I’ve never gone.” “I own the place,” he said. “You’re a tattoo artist.” “Nearly twenty years now,” he said. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” I smiled. “I’m twenty-nine,” I told him. “Still young,” he said. For a brief moment, there was a look in his eyes which reminded me of the look I had seen in my dream. There was a ferocity, as if whatever was on his mind he wanted and was determined to get. “So, tell me about yourself,” I said. “I know you’re a tattoo artist. What else? Are you married?” “I’m not the married type,” he said. “I’ve had temporary partners, but none that last long. How about you? Are you married?” “I’m not,” I told him, holding up my left hand and showing the lack of a wedding ring. “I thought religious people were supposed to marry young so they could start fucking their brains out and popping out kids.” “Oh,” I said, taken back by his language. “Many do marry young and start families soon after. For myself, I just haven’t found the right person yet.” “I bet you’re close,” Dominic said. “Closer than you think.” I nodded. “I like to think so. So, tell me more about yourself.” "Like what?" "I don't know. Life philosophy?" Dominic laughed. “When I was younger, I tried to make good choices, but I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, destined to fall. After a while, I stopped trying. I found making bad choices felt more freeing. I liked living by my own rules, not worrying about my choices.” “And what about now?” “I’m not sure,” he said. “I think something is bringing me here.” I sat quietly, staring at him. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said. “I think you're meant to help me.” “Oh, right. Yes. Of course. I don’t doubt that for a second.” My eyes searched his arms, taking note of his different tattoos. There was a skull covered in barbed wire on his left arm along with a scorpion and a date. “Are you a Scorpio?” I asked. Dominic looked down at his left arm and smiled. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdates aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” he said. “That date is for something else. I looked over to his right arm where there were several tattoos I couldn’t make out, except for markings along the inside of his forearm. “Are those tally marks?” He looked to his other arm and smiled, running his left hand along the tattoo. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” he said. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” I tried counting them. “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” he said. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon.” He smiled at me, the same ferocity from before filling his eyes. “Yeah. I think I will.” Sunday came, and as everyone left the sanctuary, I saw Dominic still in his seat, Pastor Kline hovering over him. I felt a concern growing and quickly jumped in. “How is everyone doing?" “Good,” Dominic said. “You’re a good speaker. Most times when I hear people speak, I get headaches after too long. That didn’t happen today.” “Will is a special man,” Pastor Kline said. “I knew that from the first moment I met him. Well, I won't take anymore of your time. I'll talk to you soon.” He shook Dominic’s hand, holding on for several seconds before letting go. Domonic waited until Pastor Kline was out of earshot to say, “Thanks for the save. He was getting a bit chummy.” “He’s a friendly guy,” I told him. “He’s like a second father.” Domonic raised a brow. “Interesting,” he said. “What is?” “Nothing,” he said. “Anyways, I wanted to thank you for speaking to me on Friday.” “It’s no problem,” I told him. “That’s what we’re here for. Anytime you need to talk. Myself, Pastor Kline, or Pastor Matthews are at your disposal.” “Good to know,” he said. “Look, I wanted to thank you for seeing me Friday. I hoped you’d take me up on coming over to my place for dinner tonight.” “Oh,” I said, surprised by the offer. “If you already have plans,” he said, “I’ll understand. I just wanted to talk some more. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll have drinks and food. Do you like steak?” “I do,” I said. “So, what do you think?” I glanced out at the lobby and saw Mrs. Peters eyeing me, Rachel standing behind her. I could tell that they weren’t happy to see me talking with someone who looked like Domonic. “That would be great. Thank you.” “Awesome,” he said. “Here, put your number into my phone, and I’ll text you the address.” I typed in my number and started to add my name when he stopped me. “Don’t worry. I’ll add that later. I’ll see you tonight.” “See you then,” I said, watching as he left the sanctuary. I was not the only one watching as he left, but I was sure I was the only one struggling to hide a boner.

Pics of me with my Collins in me. It was about half open. The guy doing it had never used one and he was nervous he'd hurt me. I just said "keep screwing it", but he stopped before i could really gape. I did get his piss in me though!

Part 3 He was right. I was hard and staring at Dennis' naked body wasn't making it go down. It took me less than a minute to shed my clothes and before I could sit back down, Dennis' mouth engulfed my cock. It was a more vigorous blowjob than he usually gave me. I would have thought that as baked as he was and having just gotten fucked, he'd be more laid back. He bobbed, sucked, and licked my dick for a few minutes before pulling off and looking up at me. He smiled briefly before turning to face the couch. With his chest on the cushions, his hairy ass called to me just like dozens of times before, but this time the call was really strong. I always liked to taste the cum inside a slut's hole and this time was no different. He was clenching his ass tight, trying to keep at least two loads inside. The moment my tongue hit his ring, he relaxed and a blob of cum leaked out. My taste buds were in overdrive, savoring the cream that was coating my tongue. A tongue that was soon poking inside his hole and getting covered in spooge. There was no need to lube up his pussy and my brain knew that, but I stood there a little longer just for the sheer pleasure of tasting the cum and his ass. My little head took over and soon was feeling the cum coat him when I slid my achingly hard cock into the slick chute barely a minute later. I slowly plowed in and out, trying to not force any of the pearly cum out. Dennis was always a verbal bottom, encouraging his tops to enjoy his pussy, fuck deeper, harder or faster. On rare occasions he would become a power bottom, but that was usually when he hadn't been fucked in a while. This time, the his comments emphasized the poz ass I was fucking. When I started to fuck him harder, he asked "Like that toxic swill your dick is plowing into?" and then he said "Rico just converted... his jizz is really potent" and then "Tony's is pretty hot too... only took a couple fucks to tag Rico." I laughed, mostly ignoring what Dennis was saying, since I enjoyed drilling the cum filled chute. "You want my neg seed in that slutty ass?" I asked, feeling him work his ass muscles around my cock as I got closer to orgasm. "Yeah, but for how much longer?" Dennis asked, followed by an evil laugh and a hard squeeze around my cock. That was all my body needed and I immediately began to shoot strong volleys of cum into the sloppy hole. I hadn't fucked in a few days and with work being crazy there wasn't time to even jack off. It made me shoot even harder than normal. "Damn... You needed to unload. Have you fucked anyone since you walked out on Tom?" Dennis asked after the last spurt fired out. "Just the night manager at the hotel. Bred him in the office while the desk clerk watched. Would have done the desk clerk too if some other guest hadn't rung the bell" I said as my breathing slowed. Dennis grabbed a glass butt plug off the table and forced it into his ass. My body felt better than normal after a good fuck but I still wanted to know about the solutions he had mentioned before we had sex. "So... what are your ideas?" I asked. Dennis got comfortable again on the other end of the couch and he reloaded the pipe. He took a long hit and passed it over. I took one too and by then he was exhaling the smoke. "Tom won't be able to forget about his thoughts of wanting to get pozzed. The thoughts are like the virus itself. They dig in deep and won't let go. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not the only one. Ask Patrick or Sean or Donny. Even Eli. They all went through it and fought it off until the virus was inside them too" he said. I nodded, slowly understanding what Tom had said. "You said you didn't like ultimatums or simple choices, but let me give you a suggestion. Get pozzed and be the one to give it to Tom. It will bond you closer than you could ever imagine" Dennis said. "You said a couple ideas. What else?" I asked, shocked that he'd even suggest something that insane. "Set up a conversion party. Get some viral tops to breed him all night. It might take a few tries to get the bug to take, but it's a fun time for all" he said. "Oh... and probably the worst idea is to find one of those [banned word] that will pay to poz up a guy. You take a chance that Tom will get attached to the guy that gave him what he wanted and you two break up anyway" Dennis added. "You don't think it's just a passing phase until he finds some other fantasy to hook on to?" I asked. Dennis shook his head 'no' and then said "As I said, I've been there. No matter what you try, it keeps coming back. Usually stronger and once you make it through all those other fantasies, guess what's still there?" What about PrEP? He can take as many of those viral loads as he wants and not worry about getting infected" I asked. "That will hold him for a little while, but as he gets used to getting bred full of toxic loads, the thoughts are going to come back. He'll either stop taking the meds or 'forget' to take them and end up with some random guy charging him up. I still think the first idea is by far the best. Patrick, Sean and I did the second one. It took us two parties to get charged up. It could have been we just needed that booster shot or the guys were more effective the second time. But... neither of us know who did it and I'd like a connection with that someone" Dennis said. A moment later, Dennis said "Donny went the prep route and it only delayed his pozzing by a year." Through my pot fogged mind what he was saying made a lot of sense. I had never worried too much about catching anything from guys I hooked up with. Six years with Tom as my only sex partner pushed that worry way, way back in my mind. I would never suck a dripping dick or fuck a hole with warts or sores, but otherwise the pleasure of fucking a guy was my priority. I'd caught a few of the regular STDs before I met Tom, but hadn't gotten any since we opened our relationship up. "You seem to really get off when I fuck you with poz loads in you. Why?" I asked. "Every time you've fucked me since you two opened your marriage I've had at least one unmedicated load in me. That's over a dozen times. You know that tops can get pozzed too, right? I was kind of hoping it would happen and you would give Tom the bug and end his chase" Dennis said. The marriage comment grated at me, but I knew that most of our friends considered us de facto married. Apparently gay guys that live together for more than a year are common law married, compared to seven years for straights. "What? How long have you known that's what he wanted?" I asked.

I think they’re being careful not to name specific events. As far as I’m aware, one was Darklands fetish weekend in Antwerp (May 3-5th) and the other was Maspalomas Pride in Gran Canaria (May 4th-15th).

It's a shame how many people don't understand what free speech is. Freedom of speech isn't freedom to spew sewage out of our mouths and call it speech. Freedom of speech isn't a right to sling libel, slander and defamation of character (there are quite sound laws against all of these things). Freedom of speech isn't an open invitation to incite riots, shout "fire" in a crowded theatre, or try to persuade your fellow citizens to pick up their rifles and follow you into the Capitol Building. Freedom of speech isn't license to use the public airwaves and mass media affecting millions to consciously stoke the fear, insecurity and paranoia of vulnerable people until it turns individuals into gun-wielding mass-murderers (201 in 2022 so far and counting. Thank you so much, Fucker Carlson / Fucks and Friends). It's not that these morons have made us want to silence those who disagree with us - they've made us unable to hear each other speaking over all their bellowing. But your statement assumes that free speech ought to be unrestrained speech. It never has been in the United States. Even the First Amendment to the Constitution is not a blanket prohibition against the government restricting speech; there are a number of types of speech that have long been restricted, and those restrictions have been upheld by the Supreme Court over decades as Constitutional. Check it out here at FindLaw: [think before following links] https://constitution.findlaw.com/amendment1/freedom-of-speech.html

It's a shame to see how many people are afraid of free speech. It used to be that we fought for freedom of speech. Now we fight to silence those who disagree with us. Sounds like communist Russia to me. Back to the cold war we go.

That's why shy of adding more judges to SCOTUS, we need to have a maximum time of service or mandatory retirement. Granted, when our nation was founded, life expectancy was lower, so lifetime appointments didn't seem a bad thing. Of course, if men got pregnant, abortion would never have stood a chance at being illegal.

Sorry it has been so long, I was very busy and was transferred to another unit for bit, but I am back. As I am typing this, my butt plug is holding 5 loads of AIDS sperm in my ass. OK, to try to update my stories, while back on my unit of Aids patients, and doing my rotations of bathing and sheet changing, I go into the next room of a patient, or is in hospice care now, and really skinny. He gets most of his meals through a feeding tube because he doesn't feel the need to eat, and figures, he has nothing to live for. So I greet him and introduce myself to him. He is friendly to me and enjoys the conversations and my bathing him and cleaning him up. I even shaved him and he really appreciated that. When I was washing his cock and balls, I spent some extra time there to make sure he was well washed and soaped up to get him to stir a little. He commented that I was really gentle and enjoyed my touch, and then apologized that he had stirred a little but said it was because he hadn't had sex in 3 years. OMG...really I said, and I told him he must have cobwebs in his balls. He chuckled and said I was probably right. He said he used to be pretty active on the gay scene in his younger days....he is 45, and I told him, since I cleaned him up, I would have played with him any day. He explained that he was AIDS and nobody would come close to him. I out my hand back onto his cock and slowly fondled him as we chatted. I pulled the curtain and closed the door and pulled my chair next to him and continued to fondle him as we chatted. We talked about his early days and where he would play. During our conversation, I could tell he was getting aroused since he beginning to get hard. He said that hadn't happened in a few years. I commented that it looks like his equipment still works. I asked him if he was a top or a bottom and he said he did both, but always prefered to be a top. I told him I was definitely a bottom, and he was shocked that I was even gay. I told him it was a shield I put up so I could work in the unit. I asked if would mind if I pull back the sheet some as we talk and since he was getting hard, and he agreed. As we chatted, I started to stare at his growing cock and it was obviouly turning me on too since he was about 10" now. With my hand holding it at it base, I saw he had precum beginning to run down the shaft, I stood up and put him into my mouth. He moaned as I try to take him deep into my mouth. After about 30 seconds of sucking him, I pulled off and looked him in the eyes. He said.."Wow, that feel really good" and he said he could feel he could cum if I did that for about another 15 seconds. I asked him if he thought he could fuck me? He said he thought so, but what do we do about his toxic seed? I told him to let me worry about that. I swung his legs around the edge of the bed and pulled him up. I lowered my scrub pants and before I turned around, I kissed him open mouth and shoved my tongue into his mouth to kiss him deeply. His cock was hard, and his precum was flowing, I guided him to my ass and it was lubricated by his precum and he slid into me. HE wrapped his arms around me and began pumping me and fucking me deep. He said he was going to cum, and I told him to push into me deep and plant his seeds in me. He erupted eep into me and I felt 12 - 14 jets of his cum hit the insides of my guts. Then he stayed in me until another 5-6 twitches of his cock spasmed in me. When he pulled out, a teaspoon glob of his sperm dropped into my scrub pants. I turn around slowly to keep squeezing my ass together, I knew I had a big load in me, His knees were weak so I helped him back in bed. Before I pulled my scrub pants up, I saw the wetness of his shiny shrinking cock, so I put it back into my mouth to clean him off. He was weak and needed a nap, so I reached into my equipment bad I carry on my rounds, and pulled out my butt plug and pushed it up into my ass. He watched and he was stating to get hard again. I told him I would be back before my shift ended and let him fuck me again if he wanted to cum in my mouth, he said that would be awesome. I leaned over to give him a quick kiss but he parted his lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. So I stayed an additional 30 seconds for some passionate open mouth kissing. You would think we were longtime lovers.

What annoys me about gay porn? 1) Limp Dicks - I don't care if you're a total bottom or not, at least get a semi-hard on 2) Cock rings - If you're going to have one in porn, then be old enough to need it 3) Kissing when you can tell that one or both of them really isn't into it 4) When they re-use some of the video over again (same scene shown twice or same action shown from a different angle) especially when it doesn't add to the eroticism 5) Unrealistic scenes - Like "Father/Son" where they're both around the same age, two "brothers" that don't look anything alike at all, "first time" situations that don't look anything like a real first time. 6) Fake moaning / Bad acting / Bad fucking - Just because they're having sex doesn't mean it is visually appealing or erotic 7) Drugged out actors - Do they even know where they're at or what they're doing? If you're going to be having sex, at least look alive. 😎 High prices - Let's face it, they pay actors next to nothing anymore and yet the prices of porn keep going up and the quality keeps going down.

I have a big thing for bottom dads and incest role play where I am the top bull son. The intense intimacy that this role play can provide makes me cum crazy hard. I'd love to meet a real fam couple to play with, but I recognize that's extremely unlikely. Still, the fantasy fuels a lot of my semen squirting.

When people ask "How old was the oldest person you've ever had sex with" I usually win the prize when I say "82." Yeah, I let an 82 year old man fuck his load into me, and I was 28 at the time. This was several years back-- back in the day before manhunt and bbrt, etc. This was when everything was done by AOL chat rooms. Well, I was chatting in a local gay chatroom, and started talking with a guy who lived a couple miles from me. He had terrible spelling and syntax, but I forgave that because he talked very dirty about things he wanted to do. He didn't have any pics to share, but said he had tons of porn on VHS and that he liked to fuck boys raw with his thick, 8.5" uncut cock. He said I wouldn't be disappointed and that I should cum over. Well, the man had me at uncut and 8.5, but this was back when safe sex was a real focus, so I wasn't so sure about the raw part. But I agreed to head over to his place, regardless. With no picture-- AND I'd forgotten to ask about his age and other physical stats. Well, needless to say I was a bit shocked when he answered the door. Standing in front of me was a thin, slightly stooped, white haired old man with liver spots, standing in boxers and a t-shirt. Instantly I wondered if I had the wrong house by accident, but I didn't. He invited me in. I thought about turning around and saying no, but I didn't. I stepped inside, thinking I could be nice for a few minutes then back out. Boy am I glad I decided to go in! The house was a time capsule-- shag carpet and panelling, knickknacks and pictures everywhere, pictures of his kids... and grand kids. And, as it turns out, his late wife. He saw me studying all the photos while I was stalling for time. "Yup, this is my family. I was married for 51 years, but the whole time I knew I liked men. I played around a bit when I was in the Navy, back in the day, but getting married and having a family was just something that you did," he explained. He also told me his computer was a gift from his eldest son, and that he had some younger friends show him how to use it and find chat rooms, etc. "Boy, it's really been a godsend. It has helped me get laid without having to drive anywhere!" I asked him then how old he was. "I'm 81, actually. Is that a problem?" He looked concerned. "Because it has been for some guys, but trust me, everything still functions like I was 18." I was in the spider's parlor; how could I say no at this point? Then he led me to the family room, where the tv was playing raunchy, hardcore bareback porn. We're talking twink boys getting fisted and gang banged. Definitely a shocker. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable," he suggested. "You want anything to drink?" I told him I was fine, and sat down on the scratchy, plaid furniture. He sat down in a chair, and pulled out his cock through the fly of his boxers. Sure enough, he'd told the truth about his cock. It was meaty, and thick, with foreskin that spilled completely over his head. I found myself getting aroused in spite of myself. He starts stroking his cock and it slowly started getting hard. "You like what you see, boy? Maybe you should come over here and suck it for me." I do love me some foreskin, so I obliged by sucking his thick meat and playing with all that luscious foreskin, chewing and nibbling it, running my tongue between it and the head of his cock. He moaned in appreciation while his gnarled fingers gripped the back of my head. In no time he was hard and oozing a bit of precum. And FUCK it was a nice cock-- it really was at least 8, with a big purple helmet. "You ready to have that ass fucked, boy? I haven't cum in two weeks and I need to empty my balls inside a hole!" He'd obviously been watching a LOT of porn, or just always had a filthy mouth from his sailor days. I told him to go easy on my ass with his big ol' cock, but I did want his load in my ass. I stripped, lubed up my ass with his KY and assumed the position on all fours in front of the porn. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I asked. "Heck, boy... what you think I got? I was married for 51 years... and celibate for about 40 of 'em! I'm looking to fuck you like the boy on the video." The twink on the video (maybe he was 18... but he looked MUCH younger) was getting spit roasted by two, mustachioed, hairy daddy types. I had to admit it was pretty damn hot. Unfortunately, this was back in the day before I knew about poppers. Which was extra unfortunate because Gramps evidently still thought assholes were as easy to fuck as pussies. He positioned his shiny, purple head at my hole... and shoved inside. I'm pretty sure I screamed. He didn't seem to care much. "C'mon, boy-- your pussy-hole can take my cock. I'm already inside, so just relax. And don't worry-- It won't take me long to cum, either." Then he fucked me. Thank GOD he was uncut, because all that skin helped with the sliding action in and out of my butthole. I never could relax enough to where it felt good, but I sure as hell felt FULL. He had one of the biggest cocks I'd taken at that time in my life, and I was just amazed that it was inside me... and without a condom! I'd only ever allowed boyfriends fuck me uncovered before. His bony hands clawed at my hips as he pounded and thrust into my ass. He probably kept this up for a solid ten minutes, then he sped up and his thrusts got real short. "Here I cum, boy! Aaaahhh! Aaaaaahhhh! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" he yelled. I knew if the windows had been open his neighbors would have heard him blow his load in my ass. I must admit I was fairly turned on by the thought that this granddad was pumping me full of his sperm. I could feel his thick cock jerking in my guts and I knew I was getting quite a two-week supply. He collapsed, panting and wheezing onto my back, while his thick meat still shuddered deep in my butt. Eventually he pulled slowly out of my still clenched asshole. "Thanks for helping an old man out, I really needed that!" He then asked if I would cum for him. He sat in his chair and had me stand up and jack off in front of his face. When I got close, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue toward my dick... so I let him have it. My first shot hit is forehead and dripped down his nose, the rest went into his mouth and on his tongue. He swallowed it all. I ended up going back to his place several more times. The last time we fucked was to celebrate his 82nd birthday. I moved away shortly after that and never saw him again, but to this day, he's still the oldest guy to breed my hole.

I will take both but Uncut is the best. I love the smell, the taste and the feeling

I have developed a TOTAL FETISH for getting fucked RAW, using ONLY SPIT as lube. Well, that and pre-cum. I recall back in the days of SAFE SEX (yes I was into that shit) when tricks used to tell me "I'm poz but I don't precum much!", like that was a selling point at least in the 90's. POZ sex freaked me out back then, even with all the rubber nonsense and all. The SALES SPIEL didn't win me over! Instead I clammed up and had no sex at all. I have topped guys before using no lube at all (and no rubbers, in the semi-safe top hypocrisy days) , and barely enough spit... some seemed to be alright with it, like true champs, while others asked for 'the bottle'... ok whatever! Fast forward to NOW, having fully converted to accept random raw cock, this time FULLY SUBMITTING to bottoming... no shame, no hesitation, no fear! The guy might be 'possibly-poz,' confirmed-poz or of the standard DON'T ASK, WON'T TELL policy players! The TOTAL THRILL-RIDE for me, either way! RAW and without LUBE! Skin-on-skin, with maximum exposure of the DNA from the total stranger! If random, promiscuous trick actually tells me he is poz and states he ONLY DOES BARE and casually TEASES he precums a lot and gets excited about raw-dicking SPIT-LUBED ONLY, DAMN, then it's ON!!! "Yeah baby!" is what I usually hear as a come-back to my spelling out THE TERMS of my anal copulation! It's almost a let-down when a guy starts to fumble around for lube and starts pre-jacking with it. Ideally I avoid all that as I want to get the guy into a state of total 'sluttiness' anxious to breed right off the bat with a raging boner from 'dirty talk' about 'keeping his seed to full absorption' or whatever. My mind has fully developed a fetish about letting a rugged, thick-skinned, almost leathery cock of a rugged, promiscuous FUCK rut me raw... good luck, trying to wear me out... hasn't happened since the days I became a total barebacker. I love the real prospect of me being 'at a disadvantage with my tender man-hole vs the rugged he-man tool'. I agree with some of you who seem to observe an almost spontaneous 'self-lubrication' of your willing cunt-hole, almost as if your true nature of a cum-dumpster is coming through... I'd be damned if I'd ever be one of those lazy bottoms, laying there like a 'female victim' whimpering about her aching, violated pussy and be the one begging for lube! "Hell no to that, you nasty fuck (stud-muffin)! Rut yourself silly until your eyes roll back in your head!" Oh and besides...those fucking lubes all taste nasty one way or other. I rather like eating another dude hole or dick after an orgy breeding, all 'skin-on-skin' - tasting the 'vital masculine essences' of dudes and not of 'commercial products'...

I know where to take hot shower get my holes fuck very well and to get Tina for free now, but that does not solve my financial problems. Someone tells I should post an add on Craigslist with a picture that you are looking for generous men for sex, I do. Well, so many fakes and asking questions to deal with in the beginning but I soon get a handle on it. 90% are looking to get fuck and the meds that make me undetectable do effect me. So I go off meds and my dick responds in a few days as it's with semi hard or rock hard looking to put my toxic seed in someone ass. I go to hotels most of he time and it's 50-50 who want it raw. The condom I hate but I'm here to provide a service and getting well paid for it. Some ask my status and I always tell them I'm negative unless they say they are chasing and the chasers are the most fun as they are begging for toxic POZ cum. When I bottom the Daddies are the most fun as they take their time and make sure my hole it taken care of. The ones who are POZ and not on meds love give it to me raw as they are giving me a recharge of their toxic load. I also go groups and this time I was asked if I would do 3 men and parTy with them. I'm no fool as this will be fun and I will be getting paid at the same time ( There is always a catch that you don't expect )I get to the address the door is open and greeted by this man only wearing a jock strap and 2 men naked on the couch. I know what I'm here for so I jump out of my clothes. The one on the couch says get on the floor while the one who open the door is on the phone. Yea the boy is here. Good looking just like you like them skinny and young. Sam is giving a needle to slam him self with. He is using my jock strap to tie off his arm. The boy knows how to slam him self and just wait till that slam hits him. So come over and help us wreck his hole. He is right this was a heavy slam as I have 2 makes men in front on me that I want to service. I have one dick in my mouth and another in my hand. The one who open the door is fingering my hole and giving me a booth bump so I'm really spun up. Now I have dick in my ass pumping away as they are say we are going to wreck his life when Harry gets over here. I did not know about the fourth guy until now as the deal was for three to fuck me, but who cares when you have good dick fucking you one in your mouth and another one getting ready to fuck you. I really don't know how long but all three of them have dump at least one load in my ass so far. The door opens and Harry shows. Harry is from the West coast of Africa stands over 6ft 8 weight 300 LBS and it's all mussel . I almost had a heart attack when he drop his pants as he does not have DICK but a baseball bat with the largest P.A. ring going through the head of his dick. Harry says give the faggot another slam as I want him in the worst way to leave here bleeding and walking crooked in pain. After the slam Harry picks me up like a rag doll throws my on the couch with my legs over my shoulders so he could look in my face as he fucks me. I feel the ring on my hole and very glad I have 4-5 loads to be used as lube. Harry is not going to be nice and take his time as he just shoves his monster dick into my ass, yes there is pain just like the first time you get fuck, but I'm a faggot who loves a big dick in my hole. He is pounding away and after a minute I'm used to it and enjoying as it eggs Harry to fuck me harder and faster, the sweat pouring off Harry and on to me is some to enjoy as the other three are saying. Rape the hole. Load him and make him bleed. Poz the little faggot. When Harry explodes balls deep in me the Poz cum is flowing out of my ass, someone grabs a cup and scoop is up and they tell me to push it out. When I have pushed as much as I could they give me to glass to drink the cum. They were right I did leave there bleeding and walking crooked but in a few days I was back to normal.

I love a PA in my ass or mouth especially with a POZ Man. The bigger the better. If it scrapes it is doing its job, as for chipping teeth I don't have any.

Flexbtm, nothing very special. After my nephew's wedding, his brother has rented a suite in the hotel to continue the party after the reception. So friends of the groom and bride were invited (among them the bestman) and some cool family members (me). Very late in the night we were all wasted and stoned for many, and sexual tension was growing. Some were sleeping too wasted...among them the bestman. Those of us awake started to dare the others to fuck those sleeping...the bestman was fucked by at least 4 guys. Nobody knew my status so i kept it for myself and added my toxic cum in the bestman' sloppy hole. None of the 4 asked questions about status nor used condoms...all went bareback. I was told he got sick few weeks after the weeding ....hope he was converting.

I have been inspired by the many excellent writers on this site. Thanks especially to 1981irginia, Orlandoneg, RawDad4Sons, Newboy1989, and a few others.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 12 While Ian was thinking devious thoughts over Sunday brunch, Zak and I showered and were discussing plans for lunch when my phone rang. “Hi mom.” “Oh, Isaac, you’re home.” “Actually, I am home…..remember this is a cell phone so I can be anywhere and get the phone call?” “I was going to leave a message on your answering machine, but I’m glad you’re home.” “Mom…..” I was going to try to explain again that my phone is portable, but I decided it was a losing battle. “Yes, Isaac?” “Nothing….How are you mom?” “I’m fine…..Your father is fine too. Anything new Isaac?” (Thinking to myself) Let’s see…..I have gono. I just had the fuck flu after taking my boyfriend’s poz seed repeatedly. I have a new biohazard tattoo. I have a hot poz boyfriend that I just infected with gono. I just tested poz at the free clinic. I’m fucking Betty’s son’s boyfriend to poz him so he can poz Betty’s son. I was just a total slut at the baths and got fucked by Zak’s daddy. I have a waiter friend that Zak and I are trying to gift. I’m doing every taboo thing except fucking the dog across the street from me. “Nope, nothing much, mom….Enjoying my weekend.” “If you’re not doing anything, we haven’t seen you for dinner in a few weeks. Why don’t you come over tonight. Your father would love to see you.” “I have company this weekend, mom.” “Oh, anyone I should know about?” “Just my boyfriend, that’s all.” Zak gave me a funny grin and whispered, “JUST your boyfriend.” I chuckled and motioned to Zak, “Shhhh.” (Here it comes……) “Oh, Brian is there with you? I knew you two would be good together.” “No, mom, Brian is not my boyfriend. I told you I already have a boyfriend.” “Oh, well, boy you switch boyfriends fast. What happened to Brian?” “Mom, Brian was never my boyfriend.” “Well why did you let me set you up on a date with him if you already have a boyfriend?” I wanted to scream…… “Like I had a choice in the matter, and I did tell you I have a boyfriend.” “Well, what was so wrong with Brian?” “Nothing was wrong with Brian. He’s a nice guy.” “So you went on a date with him?” “Kind of…..we had drinks and caught up…..” “Well, I hope your boyfriend doesn’t find out you snuck around on a date with someone else.” “Mom!!..... You need to stop playing matchmaker….that’s all.” “Why?” “Because, now you set me up on a date when I already have a boyfriend, and you set me up with a guy who already has a boyfriend too.” Sounding depressed, “Well, I just want you to be happy, Isaac.” “Mom, I told you…… I am happy. I’m happy with Zak.” “Who is Zak?” “Zak is my boyfriend.” “Oh, so Zak is there now? Well, why don’t you bring him to dinner tonight? Your father would love to meet him.” I whispered to Zak, “Mom wants us to come over for dinner tonight.” Zak glanced at his tattoos, rubbed his long beard, smirked and quickly nodded and mouthed, “YES.” With an uncertain quirky look toward Zak, I replied, “Ok, mom…..he’d love to meet you both.” With excitement in her voice, “Oh that’s great, Isaac!! Now don’t be late, you know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” (Thinking to myself) Am I ever late for dinner, mom? “Don’t worry we’ll be there on time, mom.” Ian took another bite of Amaretto French toast and thought to himself…..Why do I find chasing poz cum so hot? My ass is loaded with charged seed, and all I can think about is taking more. I can’t get enough of it. I want to poz so badly. This is so fucking erotic….. it feels so right being a cum pig. (He uncrossed his legs and shifted in his chair before crossing his legs once again. The sensations in his cum filled hole made his cunt pucker around the butt plug and caused his cock to twitch several times in his pants). Brian took another sip of his Mimosa and interrupted, “Earth to Ian…..” Ian’s glazed-over look vanished, and he reached for another sip of his bloody mary. “You were miles away. Are you alright?” He smiled and sighed, “Yeah, couldn’t be better.” Brian chowed down his Smoked Salmon Benedict, “MMMM, this is so good…… So, last night was pretty wild, huh?” Thinking he may have somehow been caught cheating Ian asked, “What do you mean?” “Well, all those tattooed, leather men at Kruz.” “Oh….. that, yeah….. some awesome eye candy.” “And I hear before I got there they had a flogging demo…..bet that was interesting.” “I’m sure it was…..uh….. quite stimulating.” (Ian’s cock again stiffened a bit more). “Did you get there in time to see it?” “I was quite close to the action, yes.” “So, is that something you could get into?” Ian was a little surprised at his question. “Oh, I think I’d shock you.” “Oooh,” Brian teased, “I’ll take that as a yes.” “You seem excited by that.” “Well, maybe I would shock you a bit myself.” “Oooh, frisky…….Bring it on, but be careful…..you may get a whole lot more than you bargained for.” “I can’t wait to find out.” Ian thought to himself…..Maybe Brian’s a bit more of a pig than I originally thought….this could be fun. Zak and I pulled up in front of my parent’s house. This would be interesting. Not only was this my first time bringing a guy home, but also a guy with a long beard and full of tattoos. “So this is it, huh, babe? The place where you grew up.” “Yeah, this is it…..nothing special, but it was home. Just remember, take my mom with a grain of salt. She can be opinionated and kind of set in her ways.” “I know. She’s a character. I’ll go easy on her. It’ll be fine, babe.” I put my arm around Zak and walked toward the front door. He wore jeans and a cut off t-shirt. We stopped on the front porch, and while kissing Zak the door opened. Startled, I said, “Oh……Hi mom…… Mom, this is Zak.” Zak was on his best behavior. “Hi, Mrs. Alberts.” “Call me Edith.” “Ok, Edith.” “Well, don’t just stand there on the porch…..come on in. Dinner is ready.” Zak walked into the house and was immediately greeted by my dad. As I walked past my mom, she whispered, “You didn’t tell me he was like that.” “Like what, mom? Gay? That’s why I was kissing him.” My mom hit me on the shoulder with the dish towel in her hand and followed me into the house. Zak sat across from me at the dinner table. My mom emerged from kitchen with mashed potatoes and gravy and set them on the table. She turned to go back into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. She stood behind Zak and reluctantly placed her hands on his shoulders and said, “So, Zak, um…..” I looked at my mom corner-eyed and thought to myself here we go….. She continued, “You may want to tuck your beard away……it may dangle in your gravy.” She pulled Zak’s beard over his shoulder. “There you go,” and she disappeared into the kitchen only to reappear with a dead bird on a serving platter. Zak looked surprised, but just sat and grinned at me. My dad added, “You know, I remember Winky Schmalling had a beard like yours back in ‘58 or ‘59. He got it caught in some farm equipment. Then he had one eye. His name was Joe, but we always called him Winky after that.” Zak chuckled a little, “Well, I hear farm equipment is more beard-friendly these days, but I’m not a farmer.” My mom chimed in, “So, do you have a job, Zak?” “Mom!! Of course he has a job.” My mom finished adding, “....I only asked because I hear old Mr. Harper down at the garage is looking for help tinkering with those cars like he does. He hires your kind down there,” pointing to his beard and tattoos. “Oh….. I don’t mean the gay thing. I don’t think the guys down there would go for that.” “What’s that supposed to mean, mom?” “Nothing….I’m just making conversation, Isaac.” “It’s ok, Zeek. No, Edith, I’m not looking for a job.” Sitting down at the table my mom tucked her napkin neatly onto her lap. “So, what DO you do, Zak?” “I’m a tattoo artist.” “Oh, you’re not at that shop on Forest Home are you? You know the one on the news that had the dirty needles?” My dad butted in, “Edith, that shop closed down over 6 years ago.” My mom said, “It’s just like those dirty Chinese restaurants. They get shut down and then the same people reopen the restaurant three blocks away and change the name from Ching’s to Chang’s.” “Mom that’s ridiculous, and you know it!!! And stop sounding so prejudiced.” “No, I have my own shop in Chicago, Edith, and it’s very clean.” “Zak did all my tattoos,” I said. (Thinking to myself) Including my biohazard tattoo. My dad added, “Oh, so you did Isaac’s tattoos. Nice work.” My mom said, “Nice work? It looks like the inside of a demon’s church.” Looking at Zak, she added, “No offense, I’m just not crazy about the desecration of your temple thing.” “Well, thanks anyway, Walter,” Zak replied. “I think Isaac’s sleeve turned out quite nice.” My mom said, “I don’t understand people wanting to mutilate their bodies that way.” “That’s your perspective, mom. Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t make it wrong.” Zak said, “Tattoos can be very therapeutic, Edith.” “So can taking a stiff shot of Brandy, but you don’t see me doing that,” she replied. “Edith, I give some people tattoos that have meaning behind them. It could be in memory of someone or resolution to a tragic event in their life or something, and it’s very healing.” “That’s sweet, but just because I love something doesn’t mean I want it on my flesh or my temple so it were.” My dad added, “Well, you love our mailman, Herb. Maybe he’ll pose for you.” “Yeah, I bet you would like to wake up seeing his face next to you every morning.” “Well, you do have a point there,” my dad mumbled. “Edith, see this tattoo.” Zak was pointing to a tattoo on his arm of a girl with a halo. “This is a tattoo for my sister who died in a car accident when she was 7.” “How sweet,” my mom said. “Please pass the chicken, Isaac.” My dad interjected, “Oh, Zak, do you have other brothers and sisters?” “I have a brother.” “Oh, is he normal,” my mom inquired? “Mom!! You mean we’re abnormal?” “You know what I mean, Issac. Is he regular?” “So now we’re irregular?” “No, you know what I mean.” “It’s gay or straight, mom. Not normal or abnormal and regular or irregular.” “Yes, I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean anything by that.” “Mom, the more you say, the worse it gets.” “Well, anyway, your dinner is good, Edith. And my brother is straight. He’s married with kids.” “Thank you, Zak. And there’s nothing wrong with being gay. You just miss out on having children is all.” “Well, gay people can still have children, Edith.” “And some of us don’t want to have children….whether straight or gay, mom.” “I know, Isaac. I just wish I would have some grandkids……that’s all.” My mom sipped her coffee then continued eating her chicken dinner. As we were getting ready to leave my dad shook Zak’s hand and pulled him into a hug. He whispered something to Zak then said, “I’m glad we met the man in my son’s life.” He then hugged me as well. Zak said, “Edith, thank you again for dinner. Zeek, I’ll be outside by the car.” My mom turned to me and gave me a hug. “Well, that went pretty well, huh?” “Pretty well? After that I’ll be lucky to still have a boyfriend tomorrow. Thanks, mom.” “Oh don’t be ridiculous. He loved my chicken.” We left my parent’s home in silence. After a few blocks driving I said, “I’m sorry for all that, Zak. Now you know my mother. She can be a little much.” “Don’t worry about it. I have thick skin, babe.” “So what did my dad say to you when he gave you a hug?” “Oh…..just that your mom has some quirky ideas at times, and that her bark is worse than her bite.” “Well, she does mean well, but her mouth is going to get her in trouble one of these days. She comes across as prejudice, but I know she isn’t. Her thinking is a bit……. old fashioned at times.” “I actually kind of like her, babe. She is set in her ways, but she just wants what’s best for you.” He chuckled and added, “Like my poz cock shoved deep in your ass.” I laughed as I glanced over at Zak and rubbed my hand on his thigh. He locked his hand into mine and held on. While we “enjoyed” our dinner with my parents, Ian was ready to find out a little bit more about Brian’s pig side. They arrived at Ian’s apartment. Ian led Brian to his bedroom. Brian was always into safe sex when they played, but that was about to change. Ian decided he wasn’t going to give Brian a choice. It was time to push the boundaries a bit. Ian was always more on the submissive side, but his new found taste for poz cum fueled his desire to dominate Brian. He pulled his shirt off over his head. His cock throbbed rock hard while his ass puckered tightly around the butt plug holding the toxic babies in his cunt. Ian made out with Brian and rubbed Brian’s throbbing cock through his jeans. He pulled his tongue from Brian’s mouth. “Time to see just how far you’re willing to go.” Ian stripped Brian of his shirt, and dropped Brian’s jeans to the floor. The head of Brian’s hard cock protruded from the edge of his jockstrap. “I see last night’s event inspired you. Nice jock, pig. Now kneel on the edge of the bed.” Ian fumbled around in his walk-in closet and returned with lube and his favorite suit tie. He approached Brian from behind and secured the tie around his head to blindfold him. Ian then unzipped his own jeans, dropped them to his ankles, and kicked them aside. He pushed Brian onto his hands and knees on the bed and lubed up his cunt with a squirt of J-lube. Ian worked his fingers into Brian’s hole, scraping the edges of Brian’s cunt, priming him for the impending assault. Brian groaned and his cock throbbed. He thrust his ass onto Ian’s fingers, and helped work them inside. “Are you ready to open that hole up?” “Fuck, yes,” Brian replied. Ian reached behind and pulled the butt plug from his cum filled ass. Poisonous seed dripped from his cunt and the cum-slick toy. He slipped two fingers into his sloppy cunt and removed them drenched in poz semen. He first smeared the virus-laced slime on Brian’s hole. He then worked the head of the wet plug into Brian’s cunt, sharing some of the toxic seed he carried in him all afternoon. He shoved the plug deeper into Brian, pushing the DNA into his hole as it opened him up. His cunt engulfed the plug and puckered around the base. The sight made Ian’s cock stiffen and throb. His boyfriend just got a small taste of the virus he longed to infect him with. Ian repeatedly pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt and shoved it back in, smearing the poz cum across his tightly stretched cunt lips. With the butt plug removed from Brian’s gaping hole, Ian squat down behind Brian and buried his tongue into Brian’s cunt. He cupped his hand below his own hole and squirt more poz seed into it. He grabbed the lube bottle, and instead of lube, dripped poz seed onto Brian’s open cunt, then worked it in with his fingers and pushed the plug back in. Brian’s cunt sealed tightly around the plug, unknowingly working the toxic seed into his gut. Ian reached under Brian and stroked Brian’s cock with his cum-slick fingers. Brian’s cock throbbed against Ian’s grip. “You like that, don’t you, pig,” Ian asked? “Fuck, yes. That feels so good.” Brian worked his hips, feeling the sensations of the plug buried in his ass. Ian bit Brian’s ass lightly, then cracked him on the ass with a cupped hand. “Time to fuck you, pig, and you’re going to take it all.” “Fuck, yes….I want your cock in me.” Ian reached for a condom and tore the package open so Brian would hear. He then dropped the condom to the bedroom floor. He pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt. “Ready for my cock, pig?” “Fuck I want to feel you inside me.” “Are you sure?” Brian buried his face into the bed, “Yes, please fuck me.” Ian rubbed the head of his shaft across Brian’s slick cunt lips then applied pressure. The head of his cock opened Brian’s used hole and quickly slid in. With one quick thrust of his hips Ian plowed all the way into Brian’s hole. Brian gasped in agony as Ian tore across his intestinal walls. Ian pictured the virus working into the lining of Brian’s intestines with each plunge of his cock inside. Brian began to meet Ian’s thrusts as the pain turned to pure pleasure. “You like that dick buried in your cunt, don’t you, pig?” “Feels so fucking good.” Ian already felt a stir in his balls. “Fuck, I’m getting close. You like that bare cock in your hole?” Brian was shocked, “Bare cock?” Ian gave him no chance to back out. “Take my cum, pig.” He slammed his cock deep into Brian’s gut and fired off his seed, hoping he was already poz himself. Brian’s cock reacted to those words as a huge load of semen shot from his shaft onto the bed. Ian pulled his cock from Brian’s cunt and slammed the butt plug back inside. “Keep that seed in your hole all night, pig.” Ian pulled Brian to his feet, keeping him blindfolded, and led him to the bathroom. He shoved him onto the toilet. “I’m not finished with you yet, pig.” Ian stood a few feet from Brian and pissed all over his face before drenching his body in urine. Brian licked his lips as piss dripped from his face….tasting Ian’s urine. Ian lapped up the piss from Brian’s chin and slid his tongue up to Brian’s lips then buried it in Brian’s throat. After a long, passionate kiss he lined up his meat to Brian’s face. “Open your mouth and clean off my cock.” Brian obliged and sucked Ian’s dick clean before Ian removed Brian’s blindfold. Brian said, “Holy Fuck….what got into you?” “You wanted to see my pig side. You got a taste of it.” (Thinking to himself) And a bit of toxic seed in the mix. “Damn, that was hot. So you like fucking raw?” “I love it….the only way to play for me.” “Ok, I want more of that,” Brian added. “Oh, you’ll get more…..believe me, you will.” Zak returned home to Chicago, and I started my antibiotics. He waited until later in the week to start his meds after he experienced symptoms of his gono for a few days. Work kept me busy in an otherwise uneventful week until Thursday. My test results were in. My HIV viral load was 500,000 and my CD4 count was in the middle 400 range. My gonorrhea test results were not in yet, but we already pretty much knew I had it, and the antibiotics seemed to be doing the trick. Then Thursday evening I received an interesting text………

The stud hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me off my knees and plopped me on the couch. “Don’t move,” I was commanded and he went to get the duffel bag. I sat in the middle of the couch trying to catch my breath. He returned, dropped the bag on the floor, and went to his knees. He grabbed me under my knees and pushed my legs up roughly, forcing my ass up and my torso to sink further into the cushion. “Hold your legs there,” he ordered, handing me my legs. I took them, keeping myself bent in half, cunt hole exposed. “Look at that asshole gaping at me. It’s still so open.” And with that, he blew right into my pussy. I could easily feel the gust of air on my insides and immediately tightened my hole. He just laughed and dug into the bag for the first foreign object he would shove into my backside. When he hunched over to survey the different sized ass destroyers in the gym bag, I looked across the room from myself and saw that the opposing wall was predominantly mirrors. I saw myself – my red eyes, my face covered in dried snot and bile, my nips looking like two angry red spark plugs, legs in the air, my hairless ass pushed up and waiting for more abuse, three or four big handprints outlined in pink. And of course, there was my little less-than-five inch dick still hard as a stubby pencil making a pool of pussy boy precum on my defined abs. Oh, and he was right, my hole was slightly gaped still. Using my muscles, I managed to wink it shut but every time I relaxed, it gaped open again slightly. What was I doing? I was about to be injected with viral cum from this viciously virile man. He was going to hand down to me his terminal disease like a gift, leaving it to remember him by whenever I dealt with a consequence of the sickness he was putting into me. Why wasn’t I trying to make a run for it? Why wasn’t I fighting to escape? Because he would never let me. He was too powerful and I was too weak. He too much of a man and me anything but. I was right not to run, this was what I was made to do, like it or not. Stroking his massive oozing cock with one hand, he held a medium sized butt plug in his other hand. Squeezing his shaft repeatedly, he coaxed out glob after glob of precum onto the plug. Finally, he released his grasp and smeared his fluid all over the butt plug. He began to position it at the entrance to my gaping canal when I begged, “Please please that precum could get me sick.” “Oh, you want me to put it in dry? I’ll wipe off my precum,” he retorted. I couldn't imagine having this thing shoved in dry. I bit my bottom lip and began to tremble, “Okay, just put it in.” I was weeping softly as he pushed my O-ring wide with the butt plug. After being rammed by the mammoth he called a dick, the butt plug wasn’t so bad. It was a little tough getting over the wide bottom, but once it popped in, it just kind of nestle in my ass and was kind of relaxing. He pushed against the bottom of it, hitting a trigger in me, sending a chill of pleasure through my body that made me moan. He worked the plug in and out of me a few times and then abruptly pulled it from my hole. “Here, hold onto this,” he said nonchalantly and put the butt plug into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the tiny connector between the base and the plug, making me look in the mirror like a very deviant toddler sucking on a very dirty pacifier. Without warning, I realized he was pushing beads into my ass … each bead got progressively larger and I felt like I was running out of room, but that was impossible. His cock was much larger than all of those beads put together. He managed to get the final bead into me, leaving me feeling significantly more bloated than anything thus far. With one motion, he pulled the beads completely out of me causing me to whimper, drooling over the slimy plug in my mouth, and spurting a wave of precum from my boy dick. Like a worker on a conveyor belt, trained to do the same job over and over, he very systematically reinserted all of the beads. He didn’t pull them out though. He had a twist in store for me, and he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock into me again. Granted it still hurt like hell, but I knew how to manipulate my ass better to aid in accommodating him. His entrance pushed the beads further into me, hitting all sorts of different places, and making him groan. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I wish your fucking cunt came with these beads in it all the time.” He slowly pumped away for just a couple of minutes before slipping out of me and then yanking the beads out like a ripcord on a lawn mower. I let out a yelp, the butt plug falling from my mouth, bouncing off one of my defined pecs and down my tight stomach into my pool of precum. “One last toy before I get back in there,” he informed me as he threw the beads aside, and stuck his hand back in the duffel bag. From the bag he revealed a monster of a dildo. A pitch-black latex faux cock about the same length as my tormentor, but significantly thicker and a hell of a lot more veiny. My eyes bugged out and he snorted, “That’s right, bitch, you’re gonna’ feel this one.” Being realistic, he reached under the coffee table and pulled out a little box from which he got some lube that he poured all over this colon wrecker. After coating it with the lube, he positioned it at my hole and looked into my eyes. “You keep looking straight at me while this goes in,” he said, and I did. My ass had been worked over enough that it opened up to try and take this rubber cock as thick as a soup can. I felt my cunt stretch and strain as the stud applied consistent pressure to the dildo, forcing it into my chute and pushing my pussy walls wide. I whined, grunted, and moaned but I held my legs in place the entire time like a good bottom boy. Finally, he hit my inner ring and my eyes pleaded with him. “Not this time, but next time, this dildo is going through, understand?” I nodded furiously, thankful for the reprieve. Instead he started fucking the dildo in and out of me, causing me to quiver and scream from getting my guts dragged back and forth by the lubed latex. He stopped suddenly, leaving it ¾ of the way in me. From the box, he brought a small bottle that he gave a few shakes and then unscrewed the tiny lid. He shoved the bottle under my nose and pushed his finger against the opposing nostril. “Sniff in deep,” he order. It smelled acrid and chemical. He did the same to the other nostril and I obediently sniffed more of the fumes. In seconds, my head was swimming, my face felt flush, and the dildo more easily maneuvered my tight fuck hole. He began fucking it into me again, and my ass felt like it needed it…in fact, it popped through my inner ring. It still hurt and made me scream but it was my cunt that had loosened enough to allow it. “Atta’ boy,” he said and pulled the entire thing from my ass, throwing it aside and plunging the real thing balls deep in my gut. I cried out in pain again even though my ass immediately began milking him and my body tingled all over. Within a moment, the bottle was back under my nose and I was taking 2, 3, 4 deep sniffs of the unknown chemical. Heat rushed back to my cheeks, dizziness found my head, and my ass relaxed around the invading rocket lodged in my shitter. I was looking into his steely green eyes, my mouth agape making all sorts of noises when the oversized dildo that was just in my ass was shoved into my mouth. He continued to fuck my cunt with his cock while he fucked my face with the fake one. Mercilessly, I was skull fucked my this black sex toy tainted with my ass juice while he drilled me with his toxic pecker. Every time I would gag on the dildo, my ass would clench, making him let out a guttural groan. Finally, he pulled the rubber phallus from my mouth, slapped my face with it, and threw it aside, leaning over me to focus on his final domination (at least I thought it was his final one). His body pressed against mine as he continued to hammer in me, balls slapping against my bruised ass. I knew what was coming. “Please, please don’t. I don’t want to get sick,” I begged. “Do you not realize by now that this is what you’re made for? What you’re good for?” he asked sincerely, but cruelly. “But I’m afraid. Please don’t infect me.” “You love me, don’t you?” he asked. It was such a strange question. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you tell me that you love me and make me believe it, I’ll pull out,” he offered. He continued to rail me, gutting me with his amazing cock, as I looked straight into his eyes and breathed truthfully, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He held my gaze for a second and then snorted evilly, “I know you do, you stupid cunt. But you’re just a hole to me. And you’re definitely getting bred today. You’re gonna’ leave this house well trenched and drenched.” Oh my God, he had just played me. Forced me to allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable and then mocked me for it, and I was still going to be filled with HIV cum. And all I was to him was a hole. That kept repeating in my head, and suddenly, my puny boy dick was shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum over my torso. “See, boy? This is your destiny. Boy cunt for sale, and you love it. You know that I’m still fucking you until I’m done, I don’t care how much it hurts.” I guess that a lot of bottoms have trouble getting fucked after they cum. Not the case with me, as I would find out. He kept hammering away and my pussy relaxed even more now that I had cum, and the bull was able to rut even deeper. Just to humiliate me more, he scooped up my semen and shoved it in my mouth. My cum didn’t taste nearly as good as his precum and I pinched my face from the taste as he forced me to eat and swallow my own jizz. I refocused on the fact that he was about to poz me and I started to squirm again. “Stop it,” he slapped my face, but I continued to whimper and wiggle. “Stop it,” he slapped me harder. “This is going to set you free, boy. You can fulfill your purpose now as an indiscriminate cum dump. No worries, no load turned away. That’s your future. And I’m going to see to it that no poz guy gets turned away from this hot hole.” I knew I couldn’t get away, so I asked, “It’s not for sure, right? I mean, just ‘cause you cum in me, doesn’t mean I’ll get it for sure, right?” Through a smile, he answered me, stroking my hair, “That’s right, boy. But that just makes it all the more fun when I pay your father rack rate to try again. Hell, that must be, what? Twenty-five? Thirty bucks?” He howled with laughter and picked up the pace of his drilling. His arms wrapped around my body and he spit in my face as he slammed into my boy cunt harder and harder. My inner ring was constantly being torn open by his vicious thrusting. Suddenly, I realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. No matter what my head said, I couldn’t help it. My body responded to this man’s domination and my legs continued to pull him into me, my pussy walls gyrating around his baby maker, begging to have my insides doused with his hot, toxic seed. His flexing stomach slapping against my spent dick and 8-pack, he began moaning loudly, “Here it comes, here comes my toxic cum. Right in that fucking cum dump. Fuck yeah, cunt, TAKE MY JIZZ! TAKE IT! I’M GONNA’ FUCK IT INTO YOUR GUT, FAGGOT! I’M CHANGING YOU INTO A POZ WHORE!” We were both bucking and thrusting against each other, grunting and groaning. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!!" I screamed and begged. "YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE IN THIS! YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES IN IT! AND I CHOOSE MY FUCKING AIDS BABIES!" "NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!!" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! HERE COME MY SWIMMERS! ENJOY MY BUG!" he yelled out. The cock inside of me inflated slightly, making me take a sharp inhalation of breath, and it began to pulse against my torn and battered ass walls. Hot jolts began to fill me and I knew his poison was shooting out of that bulbous head and hitting my deepest insides. My boy dick spasmed and a tiny bit more cum shot an inch onto my stomach. His balls were still draining into my cum hole, soaking my vulnerable tissue and blood vessels, marinating with my ass juice. The stud collapsed on me with ragged breathing, still pushing and pulling his meat into and from my ass hole, fucking his DNA into my exposed fucked out cock sleeve. We lay there with only his hips moving, forcing his softening dick in and out of my drenched hole. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, clearly not wanting to have to move beyond this moment, not wanting to enter the next moment where I had to face the severity of the situation. After about ten minutes, his hips stopped moving and he sighed, “I have to piss.” His cock popped out of my ass and I yelped a bit. The man that has just potentially infected me with HIV got up casually and headed to the bathroom. I looked across at the mirror to see my legs bent and spread, my pink ass held wide enough to view my gaping pink hole that now had a slightly more purple appearance. A thick white liquid drooled from my sloppy cunt. My pink pucker clenched tightly, sucking it back in. I guess it was hungry for it. I couldn’t control it. “OK,” I said, but he chuckled and turned back, “OK? You’re coming with me.” Oh fuck! I wasn’t done. More to come…