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I was kind of surprised a few weeks back when we got a new neighbor renting the house next door as he is a younger white guy. I say surprised as out neighborhood is all Latino and usually white people wouldn't consider renting in our neighborhood. I've seen him out watering the lawn and discretely checked him out. He's mid 20s, blonde hair, pale, and kind of chubby with some ink. I haven't seen anyone else living there with him but I have seen guys coming and going which led me to believe he was hooking up with them as they'd be there for a while and then leave, although some would stay overnight. Always younger guys too, usually white but some Latino. I'd seen him walking the neighborhood and the trail near us, usually early mornings, but sometimes later in the evening too, often by the spot where guys cruise and he's hanging out smoking a cigarette. Nothing about him screams gay, but it strikes me he's probably playing with guys or open too it. I've said hi to him a few times and chatted a little bit, know his name is Jesse, and I've picked up some details, know that he moved here from Florida, just started as a flight attendant. The other night when I got home I saw him sitting out in his front yard at an old round concrete table smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. I swung in and said hi and he motioned for me to come over and asked if I wanted a beer. I said I did and sat in on the plastic chairs. He was shirtless and his body was glistening with sweat and I wanted to take it all in. I was probably staring more than I should and I asked how his week was and he said he was glad to have a steady job as he'd worked in hospitality before and it was rough during Covid. He mentioned that his girlfriend was trying to get a job in Dallas still and that her current job was making it difficult for her to work remotely from Dallas. I chuckled a little inside as having a GF doesn't mean anything for some guys. If they have a need they don't care if its a guy or a girl who takes care of it and I'm guessing Jesse is that kind of guy. He asked me what I did and I told him. He asked if I lived with my parents and I admitted I did and that I couldn't afford to move out. He laughed at that and said he understood that all too well and that he was pretty broke trying to afford Dallas and the move and that his GF was helping out some. As we were talking his phone was pinging and he'd look at it, type a quick response and put the phone back down, and it seemed like was probably on an app for a hook up. Finally he asked me if it was cool to smoke weed in the front yard or if we should go inside or out back to do it. I said we should probably go inside or out back as I didn't want my parents to catch me smoking weed next door. Plus I was hoping taking it inside might open things up for more than smoking a joint. We went inside and it was barely cooler than outside and he apologized saying the window until had trouble keeping things cold in the house. The window until was in the bedroom and he said we should go in there as it was a good bit cooler there. Now things were moving the way I was hoping for. I was sweating pretty heavily and took my t-shirt off so it could dry off. He set it on the back of a chair by the AC so it would catch a breeze to dry out. He lit the joint and we sat on the bed next to each other, having a hit and passing it back and forth. I realized how close he was sitting next to me and that our arms were against each other. He hadn't turned on the lights but it was easy to see each other and I kind of liked it this way anyhow. "So no girlfriend?" Jesse asked out of the blue. I said no, I didn't really have free time to date, but didn't say I wasn't interested in girls. "Yet you have time to hang with me and get high" he said, laughing and bumping me to the side. I laughed at his joke and said yeah and he leaned in and kissed me, pulling me to him. It was wild and intense and I gave into it, kissing him back deeply and passionately. "You got time to hang and do more than kiss?" he asked playfully, and I said I did and he started kissing me again and I could feel his hand on my crotch, playing with my hardening cock. I pulled him closer to me and slowly we rolled onto my back, him on top of me, pulling his shorts down as he came down on top of me. I could feel his hard cock up against me and was secretly thrilled that I was right about my suspicions. He may have a GF but he plays both ways. He was still kissing me deeply as struggled to pull my shorts down and I did my part as well and soon we were grinding our cocks against each other. "So what do want" he asked me, leaving it open. I was honest and said I wanted him to fuck me and wanted to fuck him too. He said how hot that sounded and rolled to the side so he could more easily jack my cock and remarked on how nice it was. His was nice too, thicker than I expected and uncut with a piercing at the tip I could barely make out. We kissed and jerked each other for a bit and soon he said he was close and reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out lube and condoms. My heart sank about the condoms and I said I was fine to start out raw and he could wrap when he got close to cumming. I could see his face light up at that and knew I wouldn't ask him to wrap. I was on my back and soon had my legs over his shoulders and could feel him lubing up my ass and his thick cock head straining my ass open. I'd been fucked earlier in the day so I knew I'd hardly be tight and soon he was balls deep in me, stroking and telling me how hot it was to fuck me raw, how much he loves cumming inside guys. I told him how hot his cock was and how bad I wanted his load in me, and it was clear neither of us wanted him to put a condom on. It was clear we both wanted him to cum inside me and he kept at it until his shot his load inside me, a spasming shudder I could feel as I begged him not to pull out and to stay inside me. I could see an evil smile spread across his face, taking delight in giving me what we both wanted. He'd been jerking my cock and now grabbed the bottle of lube and was quickly straddling my cock, lubing it up, his thick legs lowering his ass down on my now throbbing cock raw. I wasn't about to tell him I was close to cumming. I wanted to cum inside his ass. I didn't want him to make me wrap or pull out to cum. He was going to take my seed, willingly or not, and my guess was he wanted it, especially based on how he was riding my cock and begging for my load. I could only guess he did the same with the other guys who come by to play with him...playing the game of wanting to use condoms, but once things got raw and hot that went out the window and he took their loads and gave them his too. His face was wild with delight and wordless as I shot my load in him, him finally crying out "oh god" and "fuck yeah" as my seed burst inside him, him spinning around so he was on his back and me above him, begging me to keep fucking him and give him more, as I shifted his ankles above my shoulders and continued pounding his ass raw. Pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in balls deep as fast and as hard as I can. I didn't want him to have a moment to question the wisdom of taking me raw. He was now panting and pleading with me to cum in his ass again, begging me not to pull out and I gave him what he wanted. I got a little worried as he started crying softly saying how he had wanted to be fucked so badly and how badly he wanted my loads. I pulled him in closely and told him how good a fuck he was and any time he wanted me to breed him like that I would. I also kind of worried as he lives next door to my parents and I don't need a needy guy like him suffocating me and raising questions and suspicions with my parents. I told him how hot he was and how bad I wanted him to fuck me again, that I wanted to feel his dick in me and feel him cum inside me and soon enough he was fucking me, but not with the same wild gusto he did the first time. After he'd given me that second load we lay there on his bed under the fan and with the loud window unit blowing on us. I let up a new joint as he grabbed us two more beers and we lay together talking more about our lives. He said his GF knew about his playing with guys but not how much and how often he did it. I kind of smiled inside knowing that I was right and he was hooking up with other guys. Part of me wanted to share that I hook up a lot with other guys but I don't want to freak him out, especially after barebacking and him never even bothering to ask my status. He admitted he liked being here alone and exploring being with other guys and kind of didn't want that to end. I admitted that was why I didn't date, as I liked messing around with other guys without commitments, which got him to laugh. He admitted he was like that before he and his GF started dating. I smiled but said nothing, knowing he probably loved having other guys fuck him and probably couldn't get enough of them breeding him, pumping their seed balls deep in him. That he was no different than me, a pig who lives for taking as many loads as he can get. I looked at my cell for the time and figured I better get home in case my parents saw my truck parked out front and wondered where I was. Part of me wanted to shower, but part of me wanted to go to bed with Jesse's loads still inside me, smelling of his sweat and both our dried jizz and lube. I told him I needed to get going and thanked him for having fun. He asked for my contact info and without hesitating I gave it to him and smirked as I saw his phone lit up with messages he hadn't responded to. He'd chosen me over other guys he could have hooked up with. For all I know there were more guys wanting to come over and breed his dirty slutty ass. He walked me to the front door and we kissed again and I knew I'd be back for more. I know I'll be taking more of his loads and know he'll be taking more of mine. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to my room to down it and get ready for bed. a few minutes passed and I saw lights on a car pulling up in front of Jesse's house and parking, then going off. A guy got out and walked up to Jesse's door and went in. I had to chuckle to myself as it was more confirmation of how slutty he is and that apparently he can't get fucked enough. I can only hope I'm part of the rotating group of guys coming over to fill his needs.

I'm a suffering cumdump at the minute. I might have overdone it while I was in London at the beginning of the month so am having to be a good boy waiting for sti tests and results and it's killing me not to be used right now. I was only there for 3 days but managed to get fucked by about 30 guys and I dunno how many loads, I lost count after like 15 cos drunk, poppers, crowded, dark etc. The entire weekend was just going from hookup to hookup, spending some time in a sauna, then heading to the next hookup so my guts could be constantly full of cum. Friday started off well with a Grindr hookup and huge BBC who just quietly railed me while he was supposed to be working from home, I honestly surprise myself that I can just let a 9" cock like that just slide into my insides with only my spit as lube. He came gallons too so I ended up stumbling from his flat to another hookup round the corner and then to the Covent Garden Health Spa sauna. It was decent enough but kinda dead so I just sucked off the three older guys that were there and had a relax. On the way home I organised another two hookups but they went silent on me. On the Saturday I had a Grindr meet with a guy round the corner from where I was staying, he was a total catfish but I still let him fuck me and give me my first load of the day. Then I went round Hampstead Heath as I'd never been before so scouted around and ended up sucking a few lads off, then hooking up with a hot as fuck dom breeder guy with a huge cock, he fucked me in the bushes and it was amazing, we could hear people chatting like metres away and here was this dom slamming into me and whispering filth in my ear before unloading in me. I put a vid up on my Twitter if anyone wants to see. After him I went to check out Pleasuredome and while it was alright the facilities were a bit shit, like no sling, no group room, no bondage equipment etc, just boring. I still got fucked by like 10 guys in there which was ace although one of them didn't cum as I think he was HnH. Got a really nice mix of races inside me which is something I think is cool about London. I then went out with some mates for drinks (I don't think they knew how full of spunk I must have been at this point) and after we called it a night I headed back to Hampstead Heath to experience it in the dark. Wow, what an experience it was. It was like the ultimate dark room, just hands on me or around me, guys trying to grab my dick and me redirecting their hands to my ass to show them what I wanted... Yeah I lost count of how many guys fucked and bred me there but it was great to feel nothing except a guy's grunts as he unloaded and then feel his cock slowly fall out of me, only for another guy to get his hands on my hips and slide in there. I was only there for a few hours but it was great even if a bit tough on the knees. On the way back I finally got to meet a poz master I'd been messaging all weekend, he wouldn't fuck me unless I was already loaded and so I stumbled to his, and offered up my now leaking ass to his BBC. It felt amazing, feeling that big thick cock slide into me and push all those anon loads deeper inside me, he was nicely verbal as he shot his load too. Perfect end to the night as I went to bed full of stranger's cum. Sunday was my last day and I basically just went to a few hookups around Angel area, got a few student lads breeding me which was nice but I wasn't really trying as I was worn out from the day before. Honestly though, I feel like I should feel some kind of shame for letting so many people use my body and fill me up but I can't wait to do it again! I'm thinking I need to organise something easier for next time, like just getting tied up on a bed somewhere and having a dom invite guys round to fuck me, message me if you'd be interested in helping with that!

Most of us Gen Xers were lied to. I know I was I was told all the action was “online now” I was told you had to have chemistry with a guy before fucking I was told I had to look like an underwear model Personally, I was told I should settle for being the “black friend” I was told being A-Sexual was a thing I was told I should wait til a guy was past his prime I was told I should suppress my sexual desires to make straight people comfortable. I was told friends don’t fuck I was laughed at for cruising I was told Treasure Island was fantasy I was told _____ guys just don’t like black men I was told by mediocre guys i should be Greatful for their presence Then this summer came. And I seen you young men were friendly. And most importantly fucking. Out in the open, raw, uninhibited. Big, short, tall, fat, fit and all. No chit chat. No games. No oral only.” No “saving it for later.” No pretend girlfriend at home. Just raw breeding. You know what you want and you go for it. Shamelessly. You’ve reassured me everything I thought was true is. And I’ve had a blast doing it. Thank You.

MPX deaths There are now four MPX death deaths outside of Africa… https://apple.news/AzHTxcszNTX64HgjpebLRGw The first one in Brazil sounds like there were a lot of underlying conditions. But this last one in India sounds more serious - 22 years old with no external lesions. Vaccines The vaccine shortage in the US looks like it's gonna go on for months… https://apple.news/AxgmmAkMsQ0mvyvwRCIsDMQ So work hard to get your vaccine now, before they run out. And PLEASE delay your 2nd shot until after everyone has had their 1st shot. They're also discussing giving people the older vaccine that has a lot more side effects. Monkeypox's name There's been a push to rename Monkeypox. Turns out that's complicated. The virus itself will probably continue to be known as Monkeypox, but the illness looks like it may get a new name at some point. One of the suggestions is hMPXV for human Monkeypox Virus. The problem with that is that I've already seen the clinic near me using MPXV for Monkeypox vaccine. But it sounds like it'll take a while for the renaming to happen. https://apple.news/AIBKMdYvaTnSvdT4OSQJQCw (EDIT: the following bit is apparently fake news) People not isolating A doctor spotted a guy on the Madrid Metro with a pretty severe case of MPX. He approached the guy and asked why he wasn't isolating and the guy said his doctor just told him to wear a mask. Meanwhile there are visible sores all over uncovered parts his body and contact with sores is the easiest way to get MPX while respiratory droplets that the mask would stop are actually an unlikely route of transmission. To make things worse, the woman who was near him said she wasn't worried because she's not gay. https://apple.news/AtB59iR0kRD68IV34DrC5oA So it looks like the word is not getting out about how to protect yourself or others.

Give me 1985-95 bb porn, when it was illegal, when bareback was actually dangerous and meant something. I did some but never found anything anywhere. Amazing that none have surfaced. Which is good because in our current asshole era of someone crying rape 30 years later can get you in trouble... well let's just say that I'm happy the proof is not out there. And proof that us the 80's poz bbckers were wise

So how cool is this: Guys from all over the world, exchanging tips on using specialized gear while fucking !!! BZ is just the best site around !!!

Amazing. Literally brought tears of joy to my eyes.

Well, when I tried your formula ,I kept coming up with Pi are squared, and of course that could only mean rhubarb, but that is out of season right now, so I went out to the kitchen and had a dish of strawberry ice cream. What was the question again?

I've been in a real slump lately. Nothing at the bookstore. Nothing at the cruise spots. Nothing on Grindr. Or manhunt. Or bareback rt. To top it all off I found out last week that my porno store is closing. No more Anonymous loads in the porno booth for this boy. Finally had a little luck. Was at the park and ride just hanging out watching porn hitting the poppers. This guy comes up on a motorcycle. Big beefy guy. Beard shaved head. He stands around smoking a cigarette. I thought he might be cruising so I went back into the woods stayed for a few minutes. He didn't follow me so I figured he just had was taking a break on a bike ride. After I got back to my car he went back into the woods. I gave him a few minutes just in case he was only going to take a piss. He didn't come back out so I followed him in. I found him about a hundred yards back standing behind a couple of trees. He had a nice fat poker straight cock out. He was stroking it slow. I was really happy to see somebody cruising. Needless to say I made a beeline for him. Got on my knees and sucked his cock down. I worked that straight fat shaft all the way down my throat and around the head. I licked his balls. Then I looked up and ask him if he fucked. He said yeah. I didn't ask if he wanted to I just stood up. Spit in my hand. Lubed up my ass. And leaned up against a tree with my ass out. He moved right up behind me. Started working that cock up my ass. Had to stop a couple of times and put more spit on it. It makes the best lubrication. Finally got up in meatballs deep. It was so hot I love getting fucked in the woods. While he was fucking me a couple of other guys came back. They stood at a distance and watched. I was begging him to breed me. I beg for his come up my ass. He was all business. Pumped my ass hard. No grunting. No groaning. He just fucked me until he unloaded his cum into my hole. When he pulled out I, of course, flipped around, got on my knees again, and sucked his cock clean. He zipped up and headed out. I hit up the other two guys to see if they wanted head. Or see if they wanted my ass. They were just there to watch. I went back to my car. Fingered my hole. Licked, my fingers. He was a hot fuck. Loved every second of it. Hope I get some more soon.

Some of my best experiences were with older men. I went through a period in my early 20s when I exclusively played with men in their late 40s/50s/60s. They taught me a lot about sex and helped bring out the cuntboy in me.

Years ago, before the internet (so it must have been via a phone chat, which makes it even more hard to believe, in hindsight), I arranged to meet a guy across the road from Jack Straw's one evening. It was just as the sun was going down. We chatted for ages, then once it was totally dark we went for a wander around the area. He stripped off and went wandering naked along a street nearby, while I watched and minded his stuff. We then went back to Jack's and walked down the hill slightly. We found somewhere safe to hide our stuff, then I stripped off as well. After that, we went walkabout through the cruising area, stark bollock naked. After a while we decided to go separate ways but to meet up at a certain time to head back to get our stuff. He was true to his word, we both had great times while cruising the whole area, then found our stuff exactly as we had left it. He was a total stranger and there is NO way I'd do that sort of thing these days (well, maybe a bit of it!), but all was well and it was a horny night. Absolutely true story.

completely agree.

I personally feel that @onlyfans or porn made by former studio performers that are either disillusioned with the business or are no longer being cast will be the future of porn. I think studio productions are going to become a thing of the past, no one performer can really "sign" with a studio and hope to make enough films to make a living, He's going to have to become an "independent" performer and work when and where he can find it. It takes an IPhone, a laptop, and a few other items and suddenly, you have a studio set. You just need a fellow performer, some good lighting, and remember to press the record button. Having someone hold a phone or camera helps, one on one sex seems to be less and less. There is just so much porn available online for free, so much variety, technology has passed the industry by. You no longer have to go to a bookstore to rent a video, or DVD, porn is everyone online and all that is necessary is to attach a laptop to a monitor and you are good to go. I find it amusing that guys in their late 20s and early 30s don't remember what is was like to rent or find porn in say 1991. The industry (if you want to call it that) has dried up, and so have long term opportunities for guys that were available back in the 80s. and early 90s. Sure, they may have escorted on the side. But now, your 15 seconds of fame will only continue if you update your software programs and get the latest equipment. If I am not making there was a site "Naked Sword" that back in the early 2000s was totally free, you could look up certain performers and specific video companies. I believe "Naked Sword" has had a change in it's business model, lol, to say the least. It is no longer a place to go and find a certain performers videos, it more a place to see what is being promoted and how you can purchase it. What I find sad is this. There was porn before the year 2000, and before 1990, and even before 1980. However, the ability to find those videos, and the performers, is becoming increasingly difficult. Not sure how many posters on BZ can recall guys from the 80s or 90s, it's almost as if they didn't exist or don't matter. I personally, find that sad. I understand that through technology, life has changed. But many of these early guys have basically been forgotten, erased and to me, that is a shame.

You're welcome. I don't speak for all millennials, just myself (I guess I am one), but I'm glad we could help to free you from the things you were told to believe. We just don't buy into crap just because someone says so. We think for ourselves and make up our own minds. We don't accept things just because "that's how it's always been done". That's BS frankly and a weak excuse. No one should be laughed at or made fun of for wanting what they want sexually.

This is a false statement. Evidence is here… https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/22270271/ When you see a demonstrably false statement or conspiracy theory posted here, please report the post and an infraction will be given to the member (as I've done with TotalTop).

Long list, here are some: cock rings. For some reason they gross me out. condoms. tops who do not know how to properly use a bottom and loud bottoms (who cares about their pleasure or what they have to say about anything during sex, really). Very annoying. no breeding. What was the fucking for? Old studio porn is not interesting anymore (except TIM). Some that comes from sites that started as “amateur” like Military Classified and evolved into breeding vids are better with time. Machofucker was always spot on.

A wonderful Grindr hook-up with a tall and dark lover at his hotel room. A true Alpha man with 9" soda thick cock who know how to use it. I'm not a size queen but there are times I need to be stretched to my limits and beyond. This morning my jaw is sore from trying to swallow as much of his into my throat and cunt is gaped opened from riding his hard rod.... took 3 loads and at his call if he wants to use me again.

Carter on maverickmen. 11 years on and haven't found anything hotter than muscle stud Carter, spreading his ass to be bb fucked, rolling his eyes after Cole asked him "but aren't you afraid of Aids?" [think before following links] https://pornone.com/wet/mm-jacked-jock-dick-down-carter-jacobs/2153500/

A chunky Poz daddy told me he was going to be passing and asked if I wanted his poz load again. Better than that, not only did I crave his load but I would beg for it as previously. To me he’s known as PozDaddy. Sure enough he turned up as planned to find me hooded and ass up ready for breeding. As soon as he arrived I told him I needed his hot poz load inside me and needed him breeding me. He responded by sliding his dick straight into the load I already had. He was verbal and promised me his poz cum as he used my cunt. He’s definitely a horny large guy but knows how to be super sleazy and horny too. He makes me call hom my PozDaddy. He also agreed to us videoing the session to show everyone how a BB poz hungry anon cumdump should be used. He’s seeded me on quite a few passing cumdump sessions and every time PozDaddy delivers his cum deep in my cunt totally anon. He was giving me a good pounding and returned the hot poz chat as I begged for his special load. He was exploring my cunt with his poz dick in every horny dirty thrust he made into me. Sure enough I was about to take his poz seed as he asked me, “so you want P☣️zDaddys load again then? ‘Fuck yes, I’m begging to take it again’ was my response. With an intensely satisfying grunt he delivered poz cum just where I craved it. He be made sure my cunt was seeded good with his generous load and I took every last drop! I was tagged ‘PoZ’, he zipped up and left me dripping. I fingered my cummy cunt in my jock throughout the day as a horny reminder of the pleasure PozDaddy had given me. My cunt is freee and willing for the next poz top up!

This is what I imagine Fuckboxxx in Amsterdam to be like, which is why I'm so keen to get there one of these days! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/glory-hole-gay-fuck-xh7btjO

I'm looking forward to losing my Vault virginity. Lived there for years but never went. Mind you,. I've flipped into slut mode big time post lockdowns, which might explain it.

You can't choose what gets you sexually excited, and I can't pretend to be excited over a small dick.

Generally I prefer totally stark bollock naked. I'm a major fan of naked days at the local sauna. Sometimes though, depending on who I'm with, I might feel slightly self conscious of my body (especially if he is really fit, which amazingly does still happen), so I'll keep a T-shirt on. I prefer guys I'm with to be totally naked too, although sometimes a jockstrap is fine. That said, walking in on @Taggedslut in the gear above would definitely make my cock twitch!

Always a jock, socks, harness and pup mask. It’s my sluts uniform!

The official recommendation is two doses four weeks apart, which is projected to give very long term immunity. What's being bandied about is the fact that apparently a single dose gives you that level of protection for a year or two, at a minimum, and doses are in short supply, but are expected to grow in availability over the fall and winter. The logical conclusion to draw from that is, if you only take one dose now, the second can go to someone else as HIS first dose, and both of you can get your second dose later in the year, before immunity wanes, and thus the current supply will protect a lot more people. It's being suggested as a way to help get this under control faster by vaccinating more people with the available supply.

If I'm reading the thread right, you seem to be saying that people who married in California found themselves "un-married". That's kind of true, kind of not. The circumstance came up twice. The first was when San Francisco unilaterally started issuing same sex marriage licenses in contravention of state law. Ultimately, the courts first ordered the license-dispensing to stop (which SF did) and then later held the marriages null and void because there was no authority for them in the first place. The ruling was, essentially, that a license acquired in violation of law (like one, say, issued to a man and his six-year old daughter) was null and void from the start, and couldn't be retroactively upheld. Later, the state was sued and the Supreme Court of CA held that a ban on same-sex marriages violated the state constitution. and struck down that ban. People rushed to get married while at the same time anti-gay forces pushed a ballot initiative to prohibit same-sex marriages in the CA Constitution. That initiative narrowly passed. This time, the Court held that the marriages had been legally entered into at the time of the marriage, so the state was powerless to void that contract. Later still, the constitutional ban on same-sex marriage was challenged in federal court and it was struck down under the US Constitution. Once that was affirmed at the U.S. Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals, same-sex marriage became legal in all the states in the 9th Circuit (a huge swath of the western US). But at no time were the marriages conducted in California AFTER the courts ruled them legal in the state ever voided - just the ones authorized by San Francisco in 2004.

Talk.....Talk...to him.

Do you have reputable statistics to support that claim? Because, I have statistics that prove just the opposite. The CDC estimates that the death rate from abortions between 2013 and 2018 was 0.41 per 100,000 abortions. Compare this to the risk from pregnancy, where the maternal death rate was 23.8 per 1000,000 live births in 2020. It is far riskier to be pregnant than to obtain an abortion. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.colorado.edu/today/2021/09/08/study-banning-abortion-would-boost-maternal-mortality-double-digits But, basically, it doesn't matter what you or I think. We're not the ones who are pregnant. The decision to have an abortion should be between the woman and her doctor. Period.

He fell down on top of me exhausted, his sweat dripping mixing with my cum. He spit out “that’s a good boy” as he thrust his hips deeper and held me forcibly in place. Did he say second load? This just might have been the fuck of my life but I didn’t consent to no condoms, nor one let alone two loads. Before he got off me the terror set in and the prayers started. “God what did I do. Please let me be ok. Let him be negative. Let this be safe.” But I was also aware I needed to be cool, appreciative and thankful. Every Top, and especially every Alpha deserved respect — and a man this ripped and powerful deserved it four times over. As he lay there breathing heavy and sweating from his tight muscled frame I thought “that was amazing” and “I wonder if he’ll fuck me again.” Eventually he got up, grabbed a towel, pulled out and pressed the towel onto my hole. “Want a water?” he said as he turned and struted out of the room. When he quickly returned I was sitting on the edge of the bed cleaning up. He threw me a water bottle and said “I’ve got to shower, you’ve got to go” and he kicked my jeans on the floor closer to my feet. His dick leaked a drop of precum as he guzzled his water. In the time he was done with it I was dressed on my knees and milking his dick. No eye contact since he bred me he stood me up, and walked me to the living room. I grabbed my shoes by the door and sat on his couch to tie them. That is when I saw it — in slow motion I noticed on his glass coffee table were three issues of P-O-Z magazine. I froze, my stomach dropped and blood drained from my face. I could hardly think or move. I looked up — and with solid eye contact he said “I’ll need that ass again Saturday.” He turned opened the door wide and said “see ya kid.” Dizzy I took a step into the hall, I tried to look back at him as the door closed and light shut off. I never got his name. As I walked in the dark leaking cum, I wondered “how did I just get a strangers Poz load up my ass?” And “am I going to again on Saturday?”

Following on from my last post in page 1153, the bloke from the "losing virginity" role play messaged new a few times, it all got a bit strange though and ultimately I blocked him and never met him again. I am currently in aiya napa for a few days, a mate from "normal life" in the UK was over here in holiday so I came to join him and have a catch up, we had a couple of nights out in bars and strip clubs but he's straight and so nothing notable happened, he left yesterday and so I booked my accommodation for an extra 2 days so I can play while here. While I was hanging with my mate I did chat a little on grindr and planted a few seeds as it were. I had been talking to an older guy for about a day now, he was British too and On a boys holiday, he sent a few pics, he had big muscley arms and a bit of a "dad bod" with a nice 8' cut cock, he had a Mrs back home and had commented that his mates were keeping him away from women and he was desperate to unload, once I was alone I messaged him to continue the conversation, turns out he's only 500m away at the beach with his mates and asked me if he can come over now, I'm fresh outta the shower so tell him my location, he's messaging me as he walks up and asking if I have condoms, I tell him unfortunately I don't and that he should get some if he wants them, he replies asking if I ever go bare and I say something like "no but on this occasion I'm willing to make an exception" I put some straight porn on the TV, it's a woman getting fucked on a boat somewhere, grab lube and take a hit of poppers and wait. A few minutes later he knocks the door and let's himself in,he's obviously just come from the beach, he's wearing shorts and flip flops, no top, I can see a couple of tribal tattoos on his chest and big arms. I'm on the sofa in just a towel, the woman on TV is already getting fucked as this guy comes and sits next to me, he commented on my choice of video saying the woman looked a bit like his Mrs (I never saw her so can't comment) then he pulls down his shorts and starts stroking his dick, it's an impressive length, quite thick and arrow straight, I just sit for a second and watch him. "I've not come here to wank myself off" he says pointing to the floor in front of him, I get down on my knees and wrap my hand around his length, leaning forward I lick the head, then down the length right to the base, the smell is intoxicating, suncream and sweat after a minute or so of teasing his shaft I open my mouth and begin to suck him, slowly and softly letting this thick head slide past my lips and over my tongue, he let's out a moan and says "just get on with it boy" pushing his cock to the back of my mouth and beginning to fuck my face I allow him to thrust his cock back and forth and do my best to take him as deep as he wants to push, but soon his cock gets to full thickness and I'm struggling to get my mouth open wide enough, I across at the woman in the screen and she's now getting fucked deep in the ass bareback, my guy here spots me looking at the porn and smiles "oh yeah that's right, you said we could forget the condoms didn't you, you still up for it?". I nod my head as best as I can with this thick dick in my face and after a few extra deep hard thrusts into my throat he pulls his cock out of my mouth, I gasp for air and noticed his shaft is slimy and wet from my saliva, he tells me get in all fours in the floor in front of the TV, i do as commanded and pass him the bottle of lube and grab the poppers, he moves behind me and squirts a dollop of lube onto my hole, sliding a finger in and out getting me ready, then without saying a word he lines up his big cock head with my hole, it had only been a couple of days since my last fuck and this thick cock very quickly slipped past my sphincter and opened me up, once inside though I definitely felt the stretch, he slowly rocks back and forth pushing deeper and deeper into my guts until very soon his full 8inches is up me, he starts to pump in and out of me, calling me names and saying he wanted to fuck at least one slut while he was out here, he's just disappointed I'm not female, his comments fuel the fire within me as it dawns on me that I'm literally his second best, he's openly admitting he would rather fuck a woman but as there's no available that my hole is merely a substitute, he continues to pound away, the thrusts get harder and more urgent as he gets closer to Cumming, he gives me a very short notice warning then I feel that tell tale pulsing of his cock head as he empties his balls up into me, he let's out a long moan and leaves his cock just inside my hole until his every little drop of his cum is up inside me, then he pulls out and puts his shorts on. He says a quick goodbye and leaves, presumably back to see his mates. The porn on TV is still going and I watch this woman getting a anally used on the screen and rub my cock, toying with letting myself cum when my phone lights up, a grinder notification from someone new. He asks what I'm up to and if I can host, I'm not sure what to reply but in the end I decide to be bold, I type a message back saying that I can host but I've literally just been filled bareback less than ten mins ago, the stranger replied with a cock pic and a message saying he loves used ass and do I want another load. I immediately stop touching my cock because I knew that if I shoot ill lose interest, take a big hit of poppers and ask what he has in mind. He sends a message back saying give him a few mins and he will be in touch. I'm expecting that he's just a dreamer so I put the phone down and go get myself a vodka, sit on the bed and scroll through reddit and BZ reading other "last load" posts. After about ten mins I get a notification from grinder and its the guy, he tells me he was trying to get a mate to join but its not possible, but that he definitely wants to use me, he can be here in about 40 mins he tells me not to clean up, stay naked and be on the bed when he arrives. I have a couple of shots of vodka a few hits of poppers then put a towel on the bed and wait, after 30 mins he replies asking for my apartment number and says he wants me face down ass up, I tell him the room and get on the bed as requested, the short wait guy a strange guy to come in is always nervous, all I've seen is 2 dick pics and nothing else from this guy, and I'm about to get shafted within minutes of "meeting him" I lay there sniffing poppers, my head is getting light now as I've overdone them a bit, I didn't even hear the door open, I just felt a hand grab my ass and jumped, 'shhh shhh fella' a deep voice said, I couldn't pick his accent, not British, not Cypriot, I would guess Dutch or German, "you been letting guys cum up you then?" he asks, I reply just one guy and he smacks my ass cheek, "mmmm soon I'll be number 2, you like big dicks using you?" I nod my head and he smacks me again, "use your words slut" I find myself talking back dirty, I tell him I love being used as a cum dump, my mouth and ass are both his play holes and I'm just a toy, he strokes my ass as I talk, obviously appreciates my words. "come on then" he says dragging me into position at the side of the bed, I feel his tongue as he licks and tastes my little (stretched) hole, "mmmm I can taste the guys spunk, you little slut" then he quickly gets behind me and shoves his cock up me, i hadn't actually seen it other than the pics he sent but fuck it was big, I'm not sure if I was a bit sensitive already or what but it hurt as he pushed his full length straight up me, after a couple of quick thrusts he leans his body weight against me"that's 9 inches just gone straight up your bare hole" he growls into my ear "you little slut" what happens next is essentially at least ten minutes of relentless pounding, long deep purposeful thrusts all the way inside me like a piston, he calls me every name under the sun, a little slut, a cum dump, tells me that he's coming back with a mate to destroy me again, how they're gonna make me their personal toy. I'm doing the best I can to just take this rough fucking when he stops, he tells me to wank myself off so he can see me cum, I don't usually like to cum because I know I'll lose interest but his authority is clear here, he keeps me on all fours and it takes me less than a minute to wank myself to completion and cover the towel I put on the bed in a huge amount of my own spunk. He gives me a few seconds respite before plunging his bare cock back inside me, "how do you feel now?" he asks, I tell him I want him to cum, I try to make it sound dirty but as expected I'm fast losing my mojo now, he pushes my head down and demands that I eat my own cum off the towel, at this point I wish I hadn't put the towel down as its very fluffy and if I was going to eat cum I would rather it be off the bed sheet, but I do as instructed and try to lick my spunk up from the towel, as I'm doing this he grunts, pushes as deep as possible into my guts and unloads, I feel his cock twitch over and over as he empties himself up me, much like earlier he quickly pulls his cock out, gets dressed and goes to leave. I get a message from him about ten mins later saying him and his mate want to see me next week. As with all of these posts, they are 100% true, I'm still living in Cyprus and would be happy to meet a guy from here so I can share a post and have him confirm the meeting, so if you're in Cyprus and interested, get in touch

Us gingers like getting gifts…💦😈

I agree that is the way that Tim has gone, with concentrating on one bottom. I have seen better group scenes from Lucas Entertainment, where almost everyone sucks and fucks each other. I don't like Michael Lucas personally, but that's another issue. His group video scenes can be quite good, with EVERYONE doing EVERYBODY. Not just one drugged out bottom being fucked by ten tops, all of whom are standing around pulling on their dicks and acting like they are too good for everyone else standing around them. I agree with you, TIM has gotten predictable, the only thing that has changed is the bottoms, and you usually see them once and one time only. I like when he films abroad, like in Brazil where I am sure he literally pays them nothing.

I’m usually getting fucked in a public sling. If the night is busy and there are a lot of guys coming around to check out my hole then quick fucks are better. I’m more into quantity of loads over quality of fuck. I love the guys who walk up and pump a load in with a couple thrusts. If the night slows down I’ll enjoy anybody in me. I’ll have guys pound on my hole for half an hour or more.

Hope this story cumtinues real soon !,! it’s so erotic !

I like your choice of accessories. For YEARS, I always had a backpack with me, and I used the jock straps and boots taking everything off except those items. I can't tell you how many jock straps I have purchased, how many I have left behind or lost. I have actually given them to tricks as a reminder of our encounter if they mentioned seeing me in them or liked fucking me with them on. It's funny to have someone remember you online for that, reminding me of an encounter I had with them years ago and them describing the jock I wore at the time. I'm like "oh, yeah, now I know why I can't find that jock, that one was thirty bucks". Btw, I thought I saw you post "A BIG dick makes up for a whole lot of ugly" or something to that effect? I literally laughed out loud sitting on my couch when I read that. Nothing wrong with being honest, huh?

I was never into Damien Silver or his porn scenes. I feel zero physical spark watching him & his verbal is a direct ripoff of my personal verbal style, although his verbal is way overdone in my opinion. It's like too much salt in a dish.

Thanks Laguyinhou! 🙂

For top and bottom! I'm aiming to get back to it as soon as I can. I'll make sure I post an update when I do 😉

for me it is loads of cum. Piss is okay but I prefer that all over me.

Love to have my hungry hole next to another hungry hole

Hypothesizing… All the sex parties shut down (voluntarily). Guys know friend (or friends of friends) who got it and are going through long painful illnesses. Guys are seeing OF/JFF models describe what they're going through and urging them to get vaccinated. More guys are getting vaccinated. Most guys are just cutting back on sex generally. The guys who aren't cutting back are getting it and in too much pain to have sex. The other (less optimistic) reason might be that the 9.4% represented a getting through a backlog of tests (it was around the time additional labs were allowed to do the test). If that's the case then the percentage that week might be artificially high and it may not actually be going down.

I was drunk and horny, got on bbrts tonight, talked to this guy about 8 miles away. His profile said bottom, but he told me he wanted to drop his poz load inna boy hole, I said OK and drove over there. He met me in the yard and led me into his bedroom, i sucked his dick for a minute and then dropped my shorts and bent over for him. He fucked me real good, raw, and as promised, delivered the pos load into my hole, then he threw me out right away. I felt like such a slut I had to come on here immediately and tell you guys. I am still online cruising for more dick atm with his hot cum load still festering in my hole

I'm still able to conjure fond memories of my sexploits at Man's Country during my masturbatory activites, even to this day. I was a regular occupant of the sling in the DeSade Room, where I probably took a mile of raw cock and an ocean of questionable cum. This was from about 96-00 when I was in my 20s. HELL yes I got fucked the first time there, which was my first time at a bathhouse. I remember I was in the Pig Pit (?) or whatever they called the basement. I was at the far end of the looped hallway in the corner room. I instinctively knew to lay on my belly and present my hole to anyone rounding the corner. The first man to walk around that loop came in, fingered my hole, climbed on, and slid it in. He was probably in his late sixties with a rock hard uncut dick, probably about 7.5". He bred me deep and when he got up, left the door wide open where there were about 3 other men waiting to fuck me. I think I took about 8 loads that first night.

ASSMUNCH ************************** Why was I going into that memory again? I thought I’d put it in a plain unmarked box, taped tightly shut, as far back in my head as I could get it. I didn’t want to think about Kevin, about the tears, about losing him, about the choices I’d made that left both of us broken. Walking down the hall to where Sleeper waited found me reliving it all and how I carefully disappeared him so we could both get on with our lives. Joining the Army I had rid myself of Tom, my given name, and started using Andrew, my middle name. I couldn’t be Tom in the Army. The Army would eat Tom alive, chew him up and spit him out. I had to be Andrew, tough, closed off and fully committed to a career in the military. Andrew never gave control to anyone. Andrew never lost himself. And Kevin needed to, deserved to, have a guy share his life who could be fully open to him. He was half a world away at MIT, hopefully excelling in the Engineering program that would ensure a comfortable life. The distance between Boston and Germany was enough to allow us both to move on. I hoped. My leash had to be tight. Fuck! Go away, Kev. Please go away. I crushed the feeling swelling up inside me, before it broke me again. So the latrines had a supply room at the end of the sinks and toilets. It wasn’t big, just 5’ by 5’, with a utility sink. It had a lock, but of course basic locks meant nothing to trained soldiers in our MOS. Silent entry was a section of our breach training. We were learning everything from blowing a hole in shit to mechanical manipulation. It all boiled down to one rule our Ranger instructor said - there’s ALWAYS a way in. Not that we were anywhere near ready to be loosed upon the battlefield. I liked that instructor. Lt. FUHA (Flagpole Up His Ass) said we were lucky to get a Ranger to instruct us, that the timing worked out that his team happened to be back in Germany for debrief. Lt. FUHA threatened us for a full five minutes NOT to embarrass him or ourselves during instruction. He actually picked out specific brothers who weren’t allowed to speak or interact with our guest instructor to minimize the potential for us to look stupid. Demon was one of those. Surprisingly, so was Bootlicker. Don’t ask me why. Anyway, Capt. Simmons was the most relaxed officer I’d met to date. He had no use for rank address off mission, he said. Of course, if Sarge or Lt. FUHA were present we didn’t dare get lazy with our conduct or address. But when they left the room, Brian called us ‘boys’, ‘brother’, called us by our nicknames, told us we could call him Sir, Brian, Simmons, Captain, or Gutter, his callsign nickname. I’m almost certain Gutter referred to his apparent ability to eviscerate the enemy, not a channel for sewage and runoff. The dude was death on feet the way he moved. He had Zeus’ head squeezed between his thighs in two seconds. Zeus, who towered over him and outweighed him by 60 pounds. Zeus got stabbed in every kill spot, got his throat slit, finishing with the imaginary knife slamming up between his asscheeks right in the asshole to get jerked upwards slicing him from balls to ribs. Six seconds, start to finish. Gutter was sitting on Zeus’s face, his knees pinning Zeus’s arms, his armpits holding Zeus’s legs. After his kill, he played a drumroll on Zeus’s meaty ass while he said ‘never hold back. Kill fast, completely. Your enemy doesn’t deserve to suffer. And that’s not about kindness. It’s about removing the emotion from it and efficiency. If you want him to suffer, it means you care too much. You should not have feelings about your enemy. He is an obstacle between you and your mission.” He had his hands on Zeus’s hamstrings while he explained, looking like he was holding Zeus down for a gangbang. Zeus seemed perfectly relaxed with his ass spread wide, a large mound where his junk sat, and his face buried in Gutter’s hole. “Since Zeus here is being so cooperative now that I’ve killed him,” he lifted up off Zeus’s face and looked at him over his shoulder. “You good, brother?” Gutter asked. “I’m good.” Sitting back down he ass smashed Zeus’s face, I could tell Gutter was resting his full weight there. “This area here,” Gutter demonstrated, shoving his hand in the crack of Zeus’s ass, then slid it up over the bulging uniform of Zeus’s junk, “a guy will forget everything to protect it. Also, armpits and neck. It’s instinctive.” I noticed he was massaging Zeus’s crotch imperceptibly. “Make a move for these areas and your enemy loses form, gets out of position, leaving you an opening for the kill.” He finally let Zeus go, stood up and stretched out a hand to help Zeus up. “But I’m not here to teach you hand to hand, as pleasant as it was having Zeus hot-breathing my ass. Thank you, brother.” Zeus shrugged, not the least embarrassed. “My pleasure, Captain.” Like he was dealing cards or taking a hamburger off the grill rather than getting his face smothered by Ranger ass. Fucking deep, rumbling voice. And the inflection he used, as if it was all HIS idea to get slaughtered, teabagged, groped and laid out spread like a whore at a bachelor party. As if it was Gutter that got used. Zeus’s natural dominance made it difficult to figure out who got the best of who. I mean, lethal killer or indomitable God? Zeus gave off the distinct impression that Gutter only got to commit exactly the acts that Zeus graciously permitted. But Gutter was signaling that Zeus was no trouble at all to handle any way he chose. That the grope of his junk, digging into his asshole through his uniform, grinding his ass on God’s face was a deliberate act of dismissal. As if saying ‘yeah, you’re a God, but you still answer to me.’ When Titans meet, we mortals are unworthy to judge. Anyway, Gutter was the reason Sleeper and I wanted to try for Ranger School eventually. He was just a badass, and down to earth, easy going, confident , like a real big brother. He didn’t treat us like grunts, like we were stupid , clumsy or lacking skill. Even though we knew the wide gap between him and us, we felt like equals, like he accepted us. Sorry about the tangent. I’m supposed to be tonguing Sleeper’s tight white ass, not dancing down memory lane. Stay on mission, soldier. Acquire your target. The target sat naked on the utility sink. Fuck, my dude was awe inspiring. He wasn’t trying to be sexy, I know, leaning back against the wall behind the sink, his ass perched on the front edge so his asscheeks were half exposed, legs spread casually hanging down, just two inches of his crack visible below his long loose nuts that covered his entire taint. His skin was so white, except for the farmer’s tan from his biceps to his fingers, and his neck and face. Dark hair, dark eyes. His meaty muscles bulging. One hand played with his semi hard cock, the other feeling up his right tit. As if the sight of me was the signal he waited for, his legs came up, spread, and folded back along his torso, exposing his perfect, tiny turd button. His hand moved down off his dick, to rub his middle finger over his smooth, hairless hole. “Get that magic tongue in here, bro. I gotta cum, bad.” I wasted no time. Placing my hands on both cheeks, I squeezed and massaged them. I pulled them further apart, stretching his gap, rotated them in circles, pushed them together. I’d learned that eating ass was more than tonguing hole. It was best as a whole experience, no pun intended. I’d learned that a dude’s dick actually started at his taint, which hid some of the muscles that controlled his dick, AND his ass. That when a guy was on his back, that 12 o’clock on the pucker was the area that felt best, caused the most moaning and squirming. And I hadn’t learned it from eating Sleeper’s ass, it had been Kevin devouring my hole before plowing me mercilessly that taught me everything I knew. Kevin always took his time. Kevin never did it for me, to make me cum, to prepare me to get ass raped. He ALWAYS did it for his own enjoyment, and I learned that was the key. Fuck! Go AWAY Kevin! Back in your box. Of course I started at the top, but not with my tongue. I bit him with my lower teeth on his hole, my top teeth scraping his perineum. I let my chin scrape across him. Sleeper spread himself further unconsciously. “Fuck yes.” He moaned. I kissed his beautiful little starfish tenderly. Then licked his six, making sure my tongue didn’t touch his hole, staying below it by an inch. Another sensitive spot, just above his tailbone about two inches away from his sphincter. If you pressed on that spot, a dude’s asshole reflexively relaxed. Teasing Sleeper’s asshole open was too much fun. I gripped the mounded tube of his taint muscle and massaged and stroked it from the sides as I enjoyed the flavor of his lower ass channel, still avoiding the thing he wanted me to lick the most. “Oh God, Andrew.” He grunted, writhing his hips trying to move his hole to my mouth. I popped him hard on his ass. “No moving.” I warned him. He knew the rules, but still tested me every time. It amused me that he couldn’t grasp that I could make his body beg me to violate him, even if his mouth would never say the words. I know what he wanted, but even though it seemed I was on the submissive side of this interaction, it was Sleeper who was at MY mercy. I wasn’t servicing him, he was MY puppet. That was the trick to it, as Carol taught me. When you had the thing the other person wanted, you were actually the one in complete control. And using that to give a reward, or withhold pleasure tipped the balance of power. Driving your partner further into frenzy escalated sexual pleasure, and they willingly lowered barriers and reluctance. That was what kept Sleeper coming back. He knew I could drive him to lose control, and the challenge of retaining his dignity in the face of overwhelming desire was a knife edge that made him cum harder, longer and deeper than any other sex he’d ever had. So why was I doing this? For one simple reason. I was determined to make him break his own leash. I relished the thought of this slab of prime masculine hetero manhood finally recognizing his ass as the center of his pleasure while reconciling it with being straight, joining me in that sparsely populated club. And I was in a mood tonight. Maybe it was the fucked up week, maybe it was the alcohol, or finger banging Wanker’s cum-slick hole, or the revelation of Zeus being gay, or how I’d relived Kevin taking my ass cherry on his birthday, or all of the above. I didn’t examine it too closely, not caring why. I was slightly angry, hurting, and feeling like I needed payback for the huge hole I’d torn out of my soul and how I always sought to help everyone else while my heart screamed out for someone to help me. I completed the entire circuit of the area around his opening, biting, sucking, licking and chewing every square inch of his cheeks and valley. He was moaning incomprehensible garbage about needing it, please, his hole, go in, just touch it once, swearing he’d cleaned, even up inside, how he wanted to taste good for me, that he’d be good, wouldn’t move, and on about my tongue and mouth, describing them with his limited vocabulary of hard, slippery, warm. When he started in on gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, good, I knew it was time. His hole was pulsing, his pucker pushing out, then squeezing tight again, he was working it to entice me, demonstrating his willingness to give it to me for whatever I wanted to do to it, just please do SOMETHING. He had to have me dig deep into him. I flicked just the tip of my pointed tongue against his shitter, quick. He spasmed. “More” he panted. I gave him a full, pressing lick and pulled back again. His head was moving side to side, eyes closed. His hands gripped his ass, spreading it as far as it would go. I placed my open mouth over his hole and sucked hard, and I felt him flowering open, so I jammed my tongue into the soft inner flesh he exposed to me. “Oh fuck! Oh God yes, buddy. Deeper” and he grunted to push out and bear down even more. “Get in there, shove down on the outside….gggggnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh” I slipped my index finger up past my chin and rubbed his hole while I penetrated him orally. I swirled my tongue, tasting the sweet juice lining the interior. No, I’d never had the opportunity to do this to Kevin, it just never came up. It was always me on my back or my knees, or stomach where he wanted me. He dictated my every move, every position, every feeling. And after him, I never wanted anyone else go there on me, knowing it would pollute the limited memories I had of giving myself to him. Those had to stay pure, like my painful love for him. Go away. Please, Kevin. Please. I went full animal then, growling and drooling while I tore into Sleeper’s pristine temple of holy manhood, his inner sanctum. I was going to desecrate this amazing monument that was his muscle bound ass, the source of his athletic strength and power. He didn’t realize this wasn’t about him, it was about me and my need to make him feel what I felt when Kevin tore me up, and my desire to regain that feeling even if it was by proxy through Sleeper’s magnificent ass. “Holy fuck Andrew, what…. Fuck! Shit! I’m fucking cumming, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop trashing my hole, don’t you dare fucking stop, oh God, oh “ I jammed two fingers down to my knuckles right up into his prostate and ground into it as hard as I could. “AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK” he screamed as he started shooting, not even touching his dick, both of his hands occupied by pulling his ass wide. I stood up suddenly, yanked my dick out of my shorts and shoved it in his ass, punching all the way inside him with a single movement. “FFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Which was a complete lie because his cock was shooting even harder. He started bucking, his hands pushing at my hips, but I started hammering him into the fucking sink, making his head bounce off the wall. My first load greased his guts within five strokes. He punched me hard in the center of my chest, and I knew he was trying to hurt me. But he couldn’t put his body behind it because I was pounding the shit out of him and he was stuck against the wall. The sink was creaking beneath us. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his chest and kept thrusting up into him at just the right angle to punish his prostate like a punching bag. “You MOTHERFUCKER.” Spittle was flying from his mouth. “No! Not again! FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK” And he shot again, his cum flying everywhere from his hard cock bouncing between us. He got a solid wad right in his handsome prick face and that pushed me into my second orgasm. I bent over on a powerful upstroke and licked his nut off his cheek, burying my 8 inches to the root and squirting the last few schools of swimmers deep. Chest heaving, I ripped my cock from my buddy’s used hole, causing him to cry out. “Well what the everlovin’ FUCK, bro?” He snarled. “Relax dude.” I said, unimpressed. I knew I needed to give him an out. Oh, I was fine with taking a beating if he needed to dish one out. Might be good to maybe feel something again, but I doubted even the worst ass whooping would get me where I needed. In spite of his anger, Sleeper wouldn’t try to seriously hurt me, and that was what I really needed: a no holds barred murderous rampage beating. I needed a violent purge, the sweet release of overwhelming pain, to be taken to the brink of death where the only choices were giving up or fighting to survive. But neither one of us needed the trouble that would bring, and Sleeper was a pure spirit, the kind of guy who didn’t want to hurt people. “I lost control, I was just as horny as you. I needed a hole. Sorry bro.” He gave me a pissed off look. “Then you owe me one, fucker.” “You got the last part right.” I laughed. “Fucker”. He stared at me for seconds, then a grin started at the corners of his lips. Then he busted out laughing. “Outstanding. Did you cum in me, man?” I nodded, holding up two fingers. “TWICE?” He reached down to feel his hole. “It doesn’t even hurt.” I shrugged. “I know what I’m doing. I picked the moment deliberately.” He pulled his fingers up to look at them, sniffed, then tentatively stuck his tongue out to taste. “Brojuice. Fine. I’m not mad having your cum in me. But you should have asked, bro.” “Asking would have ruined it. You know that man. Ruined it for both of us. Look, you’re not gay, I’m not gay, and that wasn’t about being pretty gay boyfriends.” His face expressed his disbelief. “Then what the fuck was it about, huh? And what if I wanted to be your pretty gay boyfriend?” I laughed. “You think you’re the pretty one? Dude I’m the pretty one.” “The fuck you are! Look at me. I’m a fucking gay wet dream.” “True. I think it’s that cum all over your face that seals it.” He grinned. “Yeah, you seemed to like it just fine, I noticed.” I grinned back, and took the opportunity to go lick the rest of his cum off his face. He let me, patiently turning his face, pointing to certain spots for me to lick. When I was done, I put my forehead on his. “Now we’re even. Better than blood brothers. I have your dna in me, and you’ve got mine in you.” He closed his eyes. “Brother.” Whispered. “Brother “ I whispered back. I must have been wrong about needing a beat down. This felt so much better. This almost felt real.

I have eaten the semen that comes out of an ass many times and something else always comes out, it is perfect to swallow the result of what my cock produces when it has been inside an ass for hours, the hottest thing there is.

I'm completely the opposite - if a guy has a big dick, I get nervous about my ability to take it. (Which is obviously self-fulfilling since anxiety makes me clamp shut). I feel bad that those size queen bottoms are missing out on really good fucks. If that's their thing, then more power to them, but to me it seems limiting. Of the top 10 fucks of my life, i wouldn't say any of them were with guys with huge cocks. What I hate is when guys try to convince me to top because I have a big cock. I might top in a flip fuck situation if the urge strikes, but you repeatedly saying "I've just gotta try it" is not getting this head any closer to your hole. The best is when someone tells me that being a big dicked bottom is "a waste". Maybe for your hole, buddy, but it sure looks damn good swinging between my legs as I stroll through the locker room. And ask those straight guys staring if they think it's a "waste" too.

When I was 5-6 years old, my mum used to let the neighbours babysit me every time she had night shift. One of the neighbours son was 17 years old and I had to sleep in his room, he used to invite few of his friends on regular basis. When ever they were getting high on spliff or drinking alcohol they used to make me get drunk with them and smoke with them so they can molest me. This went on till I was 12 when I had to move to different city.