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Once he’d gone I checked the messages on my app. There was one from a fit scally lad in trackies. He sent a picture showing him with one hand lifting his top to reveal his perfect six pack and another with his hand down his trackies playing with his cock. I messages saying “please use me sir, I need a real man like you!”. He replied saying “too right I’m a real man, which means I don’t use condoms – but you need me so you’ll take it right?”. I replied “too right I will and gave him the address”. 10 mins later he walked in and I kissed the bulge through his trackies. He pulled me up and kissed me passionately then told me to bend over, pulled the trackies down and plunged his cock straight into me cum lubed hole deep. I gasped because he’s so big and he laughed and said “yeh, this is for me – take my dick”. He stopped pumping and handed me my poppers with his cock still balls deep in me and I took a deep couple of sniffs. Then he started pumping hard again and this time I relaxed into it and begged him for his manly cum and his DNA inside me. I pleaded “please sir, will you cum in me?” He growled and said “course I will, I’m a real man, here it comes bottom boi”. Then he slammed his dick in hard and I could feel it swell then spurt. The feeling of such an alpha blasting his load in me made me cum too. He said “good boy”. After firing more ropes of cum into me he pulled his trackies up and headed for the door. I whimpered “sir, are you…. poz?”. He laughed and said “don’t know, don’t care – raw is law – I’m a scally bareback king – you guys take me whatever – enjoy my cum and relax”. And that is what I did. I put a butt plug in to make sure this most manly of loads stayed inside me.

Part 8: Will gets a tattoo Dominic and I spent hours at his apartment watching porn. While I thought I had seen everything, it turned out that there was so much more to gay sex than I had ever known. We watched the video of me fucking Doctor Wade a few times, each time resulting in Dominic and I fucking our brains out. Though I bottomed most of the time, Dominic did take me back to his room where he laid down on his bed and lifted his legs, revealing his hairy hole. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I want to feel you unload in me,” he said. “From Doctor Wade’s comment, it sounds like you’re a real shooter.” We took a few hits of the poppers, Dominic giving me some lube he had stashed in his fridge. “It’s more poz cum,” he said. “Are you always collecting cum?” I asked. “Can’t let a good thing go to waste,” he told me. “There’s a group of guys I fuck with every once in a while who spend a whole night jerking off into a bowl. We split it up into bottles and take it home.” “And you have to be poz to go?” “That’s the requirement,” he said. “That, and you have to have a big dick.” “The next time you go,” I said, “can I come with you?” He smiled. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to come but you.” I lubed up and shoved my dick into his hole, watching as his eyes widened and his smile grew. “Fuck, is that what I feel like?” “That, plus two inches,” I said. I started pumping. I watched as Dominic fisted his dick, rubbing his thumb over his head, beads of precum oozing out. He collected the precum on his finger and held it out to me. I wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting him. I had never tasted anything as good as him. “You’re a fucking natural,” Dominic said. “God, you dick feels amazing. I don’t think I even need to jerk off. I’ll come all on my own.” My pace quickened, shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate in quick bursts. His body started shaking. “Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he said, his hand reaching out and grabbing my arms. “Oh, fuck me. Oh, God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, hanging in the air before splattering down on his chest. I lost count of how many times he shot, but by the end, there was a pool of cum in his chest hair, leaking down his treasure trail, and collecting in his navel. The sight alone was enough to make me shoot. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I moaned, my body shaking as the orgasm took hold of me. It felt even better than with Doctor Wade. “Are you still cumming?” Dominic asked, watching as my face continued to contort. “Fuck, Son. You are impressive.” “I learn from the best,” I said, catching my breath. “Shit.” “What?” “I need to piss.” “Go ahead.” I started to slip out of his hole when Dominic grabbed my arms, his legs moving down to my waste, pulling me back inside him. “What are you doing?” “I said, go ahead,” he repeated. “What, inside you?” He nodded. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can.” “You haven’t tried,” he said. “Go on. Fill me up.” With my dick still in his hole, I concentrated as hard as I could until I felt a stream of piss shoot out into his guts. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, his hands leaving my arms and resting on his stomach. He massaged the cum around, mixing with his hair. “I can feel it. It’s so warm.” I kept pissing until I had to strain to get anything else out. Carefully, I pulled out my dick, a tiny spurt of piss shooting back and running down my leg. Dominic sat up, his asshole clenched shut. His hands remained on his stomach. “Feels good,” he said. “I didn’t know you liked piss,” I told him. “Piss, yes. Shit, no. Even I have my limits. How about you?” “Not sure,” I told him. “I watched some videos while you were gone. It seemed kind of hot.” “Let’s see what you think, then. Come on.” He maneuvered off the bed, his hole still clutched tight to keep my piss inside. I followed him to the bathroom where he pulled back the shower curtain and motioned me inside. “Lay down,” he told me. I did as he said. “I’m going to push your piss out of my ass and back onto you. Got it?” I nodded. Dominic turned around and pulled his cheeks apart, his hole staring me straight down. After a moment, a stream of piss shot out of his hole, hitting my chest. It was warm, dribbling through my chest hair and down toward the drain. As the piss kept coming, I found myself leaning forward until it was only an inch from my chin. Before I knew it, my mouth was open and my piss was shooting out of Dominic’s ass and into my mouth. “Fuck,” Dominic said, looking back and watching as my mouth filled with piss. The taste was strong, but it found it didn’t repulse me as much as I thought it would. Once it became too much to hold, I let the piss fall out of my mouth and over my body. At this point, Dominic had emptied his ass, my cum dribbling out at the end. “How was that?” “Hot,” I told him. “Warm, I mean.” “And hot,” he added. “Did you like it?” “I kinda did,” I told him. I ran my hand over my chest, feeling the warm liquid over my skin. There was something intoxicating about doing something dirty, something I knew I would have recoiled at a few weeks before. “Now it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pointing his dick at my face. “I want you to take it in your mouth, and this time, try swallowing some.” “Is that safe?” “Perfectly,” he said. “It’s a good way to fill your stomach. Are you ready?” I nodded. A golden stream of piss shot out of his dick, splashing on my chin before entering my mouth. It was warm and the taste was even stronger than my own. Once I knew it was about to overflow, I swallowed. The taste was even more prevalent as it went down my throat. It wasn’t a flavor I liked, but knowing that it was coming from Dominic made the whole experience worth it. I continued to drink down his piss, swallowing four times before he was empty. “That’s a good pig,” he said, shaking his dick and splashing me with drops. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me up. He stepped inside the shower and held me close, his mouth meeting mine. We kissed for what felt like forever. We took a shower, Dominic sticking his dick in me and pumping out a load so that we were both even. As we went to bed, he asked me a question. “Did you give any more thought to getting a tattoo?” “I did,” I told him. “I want to do it.” “Really?” “Yeah,” I said. “I want something that marks me as poz. I know I can’t let everyone know, but having something on me that shows who I am, what is in me, feels right. That way, when I’m not here with you, I can look at it and know that you’re still a part of me.” Dominic smiled and pulled me close, kissing me. “How about tomorrow? You come with me to work and we’ll do it then. I’ve got something I need to do tomorrow too. We’ll do it together.” “Absolutely,” I said. I’d never set foot in a tattoo parlor before, now, here I was, walking into the tattoo parlor owned by the man who pozzed me, ready to get a biohazard symbol on my body. Dominic took me back to a private room so no one would see us. He wanted this experience to be private, intimate. That was fine by me as I was starting to feel nervous. I watched as Dominic started to prepare the tattoo gun, my interest peeked as he went about his usual business. “Pretty cool, right,” he said. “A lot cooler than you watching me do my job,” I said. “I like watching you,” he told me. “It’s hot seeing you stand in front of everyone, commanding respect.” I never thought of my job as being hot. Knowing I had this secret while everyone around me saw Pastor Ryder instead was hot. Just thinking about I started to get a boner. Seeing Dominic handle the tools of his trade made my boner even more pronounced. It didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like someone’s excited,” he said. “Now, where did you want the tattoo?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “You’re the expert.” “How visible do you want it?” he asked. “On your arm, anyone can see it. On your bicep, only a few people can see it. On your chest, you can only see it when your shirtless, obviously. Mine, you can only see if my shirt and pants are off. On your ass, you can only see it if your naked or wearing a jock. We could always tattoo it on your dick.” “No,” I told him. “Not on my dick.” “So, where?” “Well,” I said. “I want it somewhere I can see it.” “So, not on your back.” “I don’t want it on my arm. I wear short sleeves at church.” “Not that anyone there would know what it means.” “They can Google.” “How about where mine is?” “Too close to my dick,” I told him. “How about on my chest?” “People will see it when your shirtless.” “Not many people see me shirtless.” “How about at the gym?” “I like showering at home.” “You’re missing some good fucks at the gym,” Dominic said. “Guys in the know like to see the symbol.” “I want it on my chest, right over my heart. That way I can see it. That way, when you fuck me, you can see it too.” “Sounds good,” he said. “You’ll need to shave your chest.” “All of it?” “Just where the tattoo will go. I’ve got some razors in that drawer along with shaving cream. Go into the bathroom and come back when you’re done.” I went to the bathroom and started shaving. I’d never shaved my chest before. Once hair started growing while I was in high school, I felt like a real man. I knew it would grow back, but I hated shaving it off. The tattoo would be seen underneath in the end. As I shaved, I felt my heart pounding beneath. Was I really going through with this? Too late to think about going too far, I realized, knowing poz cum was currently brewing in my balls. This was a minor step toward identifying as a poz man. I returned to Dominic, finding him in the process of tattooing himself. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Adding my fiftieth line,” he said, showing me his arm. Where there had been only four tally marks, there were now five, ten sets complete. “This one’s for you.” Looking at all the lines, I thought of all the men he had fucked, all the men he had converted. Was I just another one, marked on his arm and soon forgotten? What happened to all those men? Doctor Wade I had met, but what about the other forty-eight? “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “I’m not thinking anything,” I told him. “You’re worried that you’ll become just another mark. You’re worried that I go through men like they’re nothing to me. That isn’t true. Yes, some of them were just quick fucks. Others wanted to be poz. I don’t connect to people as well as you might think. With you, with you it’s different. The sex is hotter, sure, but you’re a good man. I want to be around you. I want you always close to me. If it was possible for you to be the one to poz me, I’d do it. I’d want a part of you in me forever. Do you understand?” I nodded. I climbed into the chair and sat back, watching as Dominic readied the tattoo gun. He placed the stencil on my chest and transferred the ink. I looked down at the symbol, watching it as it pulsed above the beating of my heart. I wanted this. I didn’t turn away the entire time. I watched as the ink was injected beneath the skin. I felt calm feeling Dominic’s hand on my chest. After a few hours, he was finished. I left the chair and looked in the mirror, seeing myself, but different. Now, a black biohazard symbol adorned my chest. In the center were the initials D.M. “So that you’ll never forget the man who claimed you first,” Dominic said. “How could I forget?” I asked. “You’ll need to take care of the tattoo. You’ll moisturize the spot, keeping it clean. Don’t worry. The hair will grow back.” His smile widened. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His hands ran down my body, reaching my pants. He unbuckled them and slipped them off, moving me back to the chair. I pulled off my boxers, watching as he pulled down his pants, his dick flopping out. “Ready to continue earning that mark?” “Yes, Sir.” I spread my legs, opening my hole. “We’ve got no poppers,” Dominic said. “You’ll feel all of this.” He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his dick. He spit again and rubbed it on my hole. “Looks like your hole is already getting bigger. Clearly, we’ve been fucking a lot.” “Not possible,” I said. “Let’s test that theory,” he said, shoving his dick in my ass. It still hurt, but the pain turned to pleasure immediately. His thrusts started slow and then intensified. His eyes were focused on my chest. “Your chest was a good choice,” he said. He leaned down and bit my nipple, causing me to rise off the chair. “You sure you don’t want to pierce your dick?” “I won’t say never,” I groaned, catching my breath. “But not today.” In no time, Dominic blew his load in my ass, my load shooting up and catching in his chest hair. He almost fell forward, stopping himself. “We can’t get cum on your tattoo. We don’t want it to get infected.” “I’m already infected,” I told him, smiling, nodding to the tattoo. “Remember?” “I’ll never forget,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up and head home. We can fuck there.” “Sounds good to me,” I said. My chest hair grew back, the tattoo still visible underneath the hair. From a distance, it was hard to see, but that made being shirtless a bit easier should someone see me. Several weeks went by, Dominic and I continuing to fuck whenever we could. There came a Sunday after church where we fucked in my office, and we were almost caught by Pastor Kline. As we dressed, Dominic said, “Have you ever wondered about Pastor Kline?” “What about him?” I asked. “He’s a good looking man.” “I guess,” I said. “To be honest, I think he looks a bit like my dad.” “Still hot,” he said. “Actually, I think he might be in the closet.” I turned to Dominic, surprised. “What? Pastor Kline? No. He’s married.” “Wouldn’t be the first time a gay man had a beard,” he said. “I think he’s hiding something.” I shook my head. “Just because you were right about me, doesn’t mean you’re always right.” “I’ve got a good track record,” he said, showing me the tally marks on his arm. “Ten of these were married men with a secret. In the end, I gave them a secret too big to conceal. Actually, two of them are together now, spreading their seed in New York.” “Don’t try anything,” I told him, “especially while I’m gone.” I was traveling back home to see my parents. My father was retiring, and they wanted me there for his party. Dominic couldn’t come with me unless we wanted to raise suspicions. “I'll only be gone for a week,” I told him. “I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll be there Sunday. I’ll be back two days later. It’ll be fine. Just stay out of trouble.” “Will do,” he said. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ As of now, we're about 48 pages into the story. I've got a total of 100 pages (and counting) written, but I'm not sure if I'll upload everything. We'll see what happens. I have no conclusion in mind, meaning almost everyone could be toxic by the end.

When I got home, she was there, curled up in a ball, with her panty-covered crotch prominently displayed to be seen just as I entered our bedroom. I leaned forward and knelt on the bed. She warmly cooed and pulled her legs tighter up to her chest. The shift in position was enough to press her panties right against her puffy pussy lips. As I took in the sight and the scent, I noticed moisture oozing through the gusset. Wetness was oozing out of her pussy and pressing into the cloth. I pulled the fabric away a bit and saw her pussy, red and inflamed, clearly freshly fucked. I spread her thighs further apart to see the opening of her sex. Peeking out, just barely, was the open end of a condom. The rest was inserted completely inside her. She seemed tightly clenched down on it. I gently shifted the waistband down a bit, and she scooted as if to help me get them off her. She was still ‘asleep,’ but was clearly enjoying this. She had arranged me to see this upon coming home. I gently touched the part of the rubber I could see. I grasped it and tugged a bit. This condom was deeply imbedded inside her. I tugged harder and she moaned. I put my face up to her crotch and inhaled. She smelled like sex. I closed my teeth onto the edge of the condom and pulled backwards. She relaxed her pussy a bit and it slowly pulled forwards. I kept oozing out of her as she drooled fluid. Finally, I had it all the way out and held it up to the light. It was a big size and there had to be a tablespoon of fresh warm cum inside the tip. At that moment she turned her head towards me. She touched her mound and whimpered. She spoke first. ‘Do you like your surprise?’ I nodded in reply. She smiled at me and spread her thighs apart, showing me her freshly fucked pussy. It was red, angry looking. I saw her sticky lips part and reveal a dark hole where her last fuck had recently pulled out, leaving only his fertile seed and a thin layer of latex inside her. She rolled over onto her knees and shook her beautifully firm ass at me. Her pussy peeked at me as her cheeks jiggled. I laid the condom down across her lower back, careful to put the open end at the top. I lined my bare cock up to her cunt and teased her fleshy lips. She pushed back and swallowed my cock. I let her saw herself back and forth on my dick. I felt the mixture of her wetness and my precum sloshing inside her. It looked so hot seeing her fuck herself on my cock. I noticed that the empty rubber inches away from her clit was longer than my cock. Whoever had fucked her was hung. As she rocked herself on my cock, the rubber started to slip towards the spot where my cock entered her. The tip of the reservoir touched my cock. I paused and told her the rubber was at her pussy. She groaned and whispered, ‘fuck it back into me.’ I did as asked and pushed the cum-filled condom into her opening. Up until now, she’d been fucking herself on my dick. Now it was my turn. I eased my hips forward until I was balls deep. This dragged the condom nearly all the way inside her. Now the open end was lined up with the base of my cock. The open condom was arranged just as it had been when I’d found it. As I pounded her, her tightness forced her lower’s fresh load further up inside her. His warm cum oozed out of the open condom and onto my shaft. ‘Babe,’ I asked. ‘If I keep going, I’ll be putting his cum inside you. Is it a safe time or should I stop?’ She froze on my dick, holding perfectly still as a glob of creamy white jizz poured onto my cock. ‘What do you want, babe?’ She nodded her head, facing into the mussed pillows. ‘Put his cum in me.’ Stroked her lower back as I pulled out. The condom was nearly empty, and my cock was covered in seed. I put the condom right above her ass crack, with the open end dangerously close to her heaving cunt. I stroked my cock, covering my head and shaft in her lover’s seed. I aimed my cock at her pussy. She backed up just as I thrust forward, forcing someone else’s cum into her. We wildly fucked each other, on a high knowing what we were doing was so nasty, so wrong. I railed her cunt, picking up speed as I approached orgasm. She could tell. ‘Where do you want me to cum, babe?’ She clenched down, bringing me even closer to the brink. I continued, trying to make sure she got whatever she wanted. ‘If I keep going, you’ll be filled with two loads. If I pull out, it’ll just be his inside you.’ She shook her head. She breathlessly moaned, ‘I want you to cum… I want you to cum… on my ass!’ I pulled out and shot my seed all over her butt. She shook with a deep orgasm. Her pussy winked open and closed at me as a torrent of her lover’s cum poured out of her. She moaned a deep ‘thank you,’ and fell back asleep.

I think his quote was "We don't live in fear" at which point I was thinking "yeah, but people in your state are going to be living in pain…" And his surgeon general was trying to boo hoo the vaccine saying it hasn't been tested enough on people. This is why I live in a deep blue state. I honestly don't understand why anyone would want to live in a red state.

Yesterday I awoke horny but had to get my car serviced. Thankfully that only took a couple of hours, so what do with the rest of the day? Oh, I know, breeding session at the sauna. I drove to the park and ride, subway into the City and I was at the sauna by half 12. After prepping and a shower, new bottle of French poppers in hand, I headed downstairs to the "suck a thon" area. Well, it was busy! Lots of cock sucking going on. I lubed up my hole and got into position on the couch. Not 2 minutes passed before the first cock of the day entered my cunt. Tall muscly lad too. Amazing to feel a cock in me again. He went to town and after 5 minutes, the first load of the day was coating my innards. Two more cocks quickly followed, both blowing in me. There was another bottom here by now, super sexy bear cub. Stocky, stubble and just the right amount of fat to make him totally fuckable. I couldn't resist, I wanted that hole. We made out on the bench, this got me hard and I entered his cunt. It was smooth and silky, obviously pre-loaded. A sexy lad like this would be popular. I built up the tension, got close to cumming but backed off. I knew if I came I'd lose all iterest in sex and would have to leave. It was too early for that and I could sense today was going to be a good day. I withdrew, telling the lad I'd breed him later. I headed upstairs to my favourite part of the sauna, the sling in the dark room. It's super comfy, unlike most slings in sex premises. I was only in it for 5 minutes before a 30ish lad entered the alcove. He went straight for my hole, still well sloppy from my earlier breeding. I'm lucky to have a fuckable hole, most cocks that enter it blow a load and this lad was no exception. He held onto the railing as he plowed my hole, being verbal as he blew. I was dizzy with poppers by now, but wanted more. Back downstairs I went, to be greeted by 2 bottoms being fucked on the bench, including the sexy bear cub I'd fucked earlier. Standing at the upstairs level was an alpha male, stroking his impressive 9 incher. I went to the lower level and his cock appeared through the glory hole. Now oral is OK for starters, but I was there to be bred so I went over to the other side of the bench, opposite the 2 bottoms still being fucked. The alpha male followed, got behind me and rammed home his cock. What an awesome top he was, rough, verbal and hung. 3 bottoms all being fucked together, would have made a great porno. Alpha male blew a massive load into me. The cum was dribbling down my leg when he pulled out. I headed back upstairs to the dark room. There was some activity in the corner, too dark to get much detail but they were enjoying themselves. I decided to hover nearby without disturbing them, cummy hole sticking out. Nothing happened and I went to leave only for a hand to feel my hole as I passed. Mmmm, this was promising. Another muscly lad, well hung too. I leaned against the wall and another cock was in my hole. Biggest and longest one of the night. I felt the presence of his companion beside him, he was stroking his cock as his mate climaxed in me. This was going to be a tag team fuck, my favourite. I felt the contractions of his cock as he blew, he pulled out, slapped my arse and another cock was in me. He blew in a couple of minutes, awesome. I headed back downstairs, nobody around but I got into position on the bench and waited. In came a bear, mid 30s and stroking. My hole was anticipating another breeding and that's what happened. He took his time, at least 10 minutes. He pulled out and started wanking, his breathing getting faster. Thankfully he rammed his cock back into me as he climaxed, leaving another deposit of cum in my cunt. I lost count of how many loads I got yesterday, a dozen at least, probably more. I was fucked for so long that the bear cub had left by now. It was one of those afternoons where the planets aligned, lots of action, tops galore and no prissy twinks high on shit I went home a happy slut, my hole filled to the brim with cum.

So Wednesday night a guy that travels with work to Raleigh as I do is vers, but likes to bttm while traveling. He messaged and said he wasn't having any luck and asked if I was. Told him I'm getting ready to go to the Days Inn and go anon ass up face down taking all loads as a cumdump. He replied that he should go with me. We've never met just chatted on Grindr. I told him I've never cumdumped with another guy before, but let's do it. We met at the hotel after I got a room. He asked how this was going to work and I told him we'd take a pic of us in jockstraps ass up together on the bed, change profiles on Grindr, Sniffies, BBRT, post an ad on Twitter saying 2 cumdumps taking loads anon ass up face down and post the room number then wait ass up on the bed. He was intrigued. We propped the door open and within 15 minutes a guy entered the room. Mounted my friend and started fucking him. Then about 5 minutes another guy enters and starts fucking me. Then another guy comes in and watches as we're getting pounded. Throughout the night we got fucked and I took 5 loads and he took 1 load. He somewhat got overwhelmed by the situation being his first cumdump experience like that and left early. But he came back later and we ended up sleeping together. Woke up to him having a hard on and I starting stroking him. He then mounted me and fucked me until he cum. Hot night. After he left I took 1 more anon load.

Berlin - night one of three. It all started with a Thursday night at the Lab.oratory club, with its entrance just next to the famous Berghain club. Thursday night means naked night. The reviews said that this place is nothing for the faint hearted and everything goes. I think, that’s an accurate description. When I arrived at 8.40 pm, there was already a long line waiting and ready to get in. At 9 pm, they opened the doors and the party could begin. You are given a big rubbish bag for your clothes and a wristband with a number, you undress completely, except for your shoes, you leave the bag which will be given your wristband number at the cloakroom. Most early arrivals had a drink at the bar or just walked around checking out the location. With everyone being naked and horny, it didn’t take long for the action to start. It filled up quickly with loads of guys. As I slowly made my way through the different corners and aisles of the industrial style club, equipped with several benches, slings, and so on, I encountered several hot guys. It wasn’t unusual that some would stop when passing each other, just to touch each others hard cocks or butt. There were lots of guys, and they all came in different age, size, body type and colour. It felt good that everyone seemed to be accepted the way he was, and there was certainly someone for every taste. I came across a gloryhole wall, which was a pleasant start of getting my cock sucked for a bit. Further down, a guy’s bubble ass looked out of a wall, with nothing else of him visible. I just couldn’t resist and rammed my cock into that hole. After this warm up, I walked back towards the bar and on my way I discovered several leather covered benches, where some guys were already bending down on them, obviously begging to be fucked. Since I already topped earlier, it was time for me to bottom now. I bent over a bench, just next to another guy, prepared myself with some lube, which I stored in my socks and waited patiently. It didn’t take long until a hot athletic guy with a long uncut cock came along. He put his hard cock in front of my face. No words needed, I knew what he wanted, so I sucked him with pleasure. I am no expert in deepthroating, but I did my best and let this delicious cock choke my throat. After several minutes, he moved behind me, got me down on the bench and pushed his raw cock into my tight hole. I had to scream, I was overwhelmed by the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t stop moaning, because I needed this so much. At first, I thought that I couldn’t take it, but then I started to relax and enjoy it. He fucked me deep and fast and his pulsating cock indicated that he loved it as much as I did. After a few minutes, he shot his warm load deep inside me and it must have been a huge load, because shortly after, it was dripping out of me. Time for a break - so I thought. But then I realised that another guy was positioning himself behind me. I spread my cheeks with my hands to indicate that I was ready. Shortly after, I felt another cock inside me. It followed a third, a fourth and a fifth. I was filled with pleasure - and cum. Lots of it. Matched by the dark environment and beats played in the club, the smell of horny sweat and poppers. I decided to walk around a bit and came across a very narrow aisle inside a stone wall. It was quite dark in there and difficult to get past the guys standing inside. Once I got through, I discovered a hot guy on his knees, waiting to be served. I didn’t hesitate and offered him my hard cock. He sucked it like a pro, and I really enjoyed it. Then another guy turned up behind him and indicated that he wanted to fuck him. He got up from his knees, still sucking me and the other guy pushed his cock into his hole. The bottom guy decided that he wanted a change and turned around, switching position. I fucked him and he sucked the other guy. Since I haven’t cum yet this evening I could now suddenly feel the build up in my balls and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. The other guy left and I grabbed the head of the bottom guy and started fucking his throat quite aggressively, which he seemed to enjoy based on his moans. Reaching my point of no return, I made sure I shot my load as deep as possible down his throat, which he obviously loved as much as I did. The night continued with more fucking after a short break. The sinks next to the toilets became cock washing facilities, with several guys at any given time standing there and cleaning themselves up. Their eyes still glowing from the most recent pleasures. A hot blond guy asked me to fuck him, back at the benches. I happily complied. At the other end of the bench, there was a young guy on his back, waiting to be fucked. As I rammed my cock into him, blond guy walked behind me and started fucking me, while I was still fucking the young guy. I felt like heaven and wished it would never stop. As blond guy came inside me, I couldn’t hold it back anymore and left my load into the young guy in front of me. After 4 hours, I left the club, exhausted and happily filled with cum and emptied balls. It was only then when I realised how busy I was, because I didn’t sit down for a single minute to have a drink.

Are you even listening? There are no equivalent “sets of facts” that are subject to opinion. There are only the facts, and they don’t belong to a political party. This is exactly my point. How you “feel” about a fact is irrelevant. Feelings are not facts. Our nation is suffering mightily right now because so many people have substituted feeling for thinking. Butthurt does not make something magically true.

I started the follow up but ran into some issues and couldn't finish it, Sorry For what it is worth, after many requests thru emails, I have started on a new story for the Kid. I hope to start publishing it in the next couple weeks after I get a few chapters completed

Bout 5 minutes ago. He texted me while i was responding to a thread here. i anticipated Him though, so was already cleaned out. Same FB i've written about the last several posts on this thread. He's pretty much been my FB during the pandemic, and i'm grateful to have Him as a FB, He's really sweet and so full of cum. i told Him after it felt like He left a gallon of His seed in me, He replied: "that's the idea." Fuck, lucky chemistry for us. i just took a friend to the airport last night after a week long visit. A guy i love, we allgn in several areas, but His primary sexuality is oral (on ass) and using His hand. i love that too, but after a point that is foreplay for me and i have to have Cock and what comes out of it. i think i need something physical of the Man who fucks me placed inside of me..., i need to be bred. Ultimately, there is no substitute for a Man with a Cock who needs/wants to breed, and this FB is one of those types of Men, and apparently i'm His type of bottom because He keeps wanting to plant His seed in me.

The biggest shame in the federal government's response to this is that in the Strategic National Stockpile there is over100 million does of the older ACAM2000 vaccine. This is like the smallpox vaccine I got first as a baby and then before going to college. While there can be some minor side effects and if it takes it will leave a small scar like the one on my left shoulder, otherwise healthy people have very little to be concerned about. Releasing even a small percentage of this would end this issue and probably be more cost effective. Also it only requires a single dose.

Factual information. There continues to be this absurd notion that “alternate facts” should be given equal weight with actual facts. Where you can document a fact with credible evidence, quoted matter in context, and other objective, empirical proof, then make a case and claim a fact. Disagreeing with a fact doesn’t make it not a fact. Disliking a fact doesn’t make it not a fact. Likewise, having a wild-ass conspiracy theory based on “proof” that isn’t provable, logic that isn’t logical, and “evidence” that isn’t evident doesn’t make what the conspiracy theorist pulls out of his ass a fact. There is an evidentiary basis for truth, and for fact, often solidly grounded in scientific method. If you want to make your case for some fact or other (one assumes it will be a “Republican fact”, since you draw the distinction) be sure you’ve got your evidence solid. To be candid, the standard-bearer for the Republican Party has painted the party with a ve-e-e-ry broad brush to resemble himself, and he is a proven habitual liar (30,573 documented public falsehoods in office), so you can’t be terribly surprised if people don’t take Republicans’ word on much of anything anymore and expect a bit more evidence.

As far as sounds’ use in a BDSM setting goes, that’s true, but sounds aren’t strictly BDSM gear - many people use them simply as a type of alternative solo or fetish play, or even simply a kind of advanced masturbation. Without a doubt, one man penetrating another’s phallus right down to his very core is an exercise in power exchange. In some ways it can feel like an even more profoundly intimate violation than breeding - a male is deeply penetrated in the very organ he would himself use to penetrate. But solo play need not involve that dynamic, and can simply be about the pleasurable sensations one gives oneself. Although my introduction to sounding was certainly in the BDSM sphere and very much in the context you describe, I think it would be inaccurate to suggest that the practice is limited to it, or requires a second person whose participation might alter the experience. I will suggest that one’s first try at it is probably best with the assistance of someone practiced, but that experience need not be of a BDSM nature.

Nice link! I am thoroughly entertained, however, to find that my current state of residence is not even on their list of states. *sigh*

Aaaand in the news today, some phlebotomists from testing labs LabCorp and Quest are refusing to draw blood from suspected Monkeypox patients. I mean, it’s not like they took a job to test for diseases or something… [think before following links] https://www.cnn.com/2022/08/03/health/monkeypox-blood-phlebotomists/index.html

I'm a lucky li'l faggot😈😎!! I've become increasingly concerned about the spread of Monkeypox in our gay community over the last several days. Vaccine is in very short supply...boys have been standing in line for hours only to be told that the vaccine supply has been exhausted. Yesterday, CA Gov. Gavin Newsom declared a California-wide Health Emergency because of Monkeypox. This morning, I'm sure it's only a coincidence, I received a text from my health care provider, Stanford (University) Health Care, that Monkey pox vaccine was now available. I met the criteria (possible exposure at GearUp Weekend earlier last month). I immediately signed up and received an appointment response this afternoon. I have a vaccination appointment Thursday morning...Woohoo😂!!! Thank you Gay Gods...now please help my other gay brothers!! 😛

Part 7: Will Meets Dr. Wade I spent my day doing something I had never done before. I sought out as much gay porn as I could find. Sure, I had seen straight porn before. At one point, I had fantasized about eating a woman’s pussy and even impregnating a woman. Now, all I wanted was to suck a dick and have Dominic impregnate me. My searching took me down the rabbit hole. I saw everything. There was a great deal that I knew I would never try, but there were other videos I found myself surprisingly turned on by. I watched as one man peed into another man’s mouth, and I found my cock rising to life. Never had I thought about putting my mouth anywhere near urine. Even when I got some on my hand when using the bathroom I freaked out. I saw men sticking metal rods into their dicks, something they called sounding. It looked like a UTI waiting to happen, but it also looked hot. All the while, I watched the tops and bottoms, wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Dominic does. I still hadn’t fucked anyone with my dick. I’d jerked it off and had it sucked by Dom, but that was it. Would Dominic let me fuck him, I wondered. I’d never thought about my role before. For Dominic, I was a bottom, but would I always be a bottom with him? Would I be a bottom with everyone? Would there be other people other than Dominic? There was so much I still didn’t know. Once I had masturbated six times, my loads thinner with each jerk off, I stumbled out to the kitchen to get some more water. I wore nothing but the dirty jock strap which I had been using to collect the loads. It was soaked through and showed all manner of stains. I was excited to wear it to the gym for the first time, adding my sweat to the mix. I already knew Dominic’s essence was infused within the fabric. It would be my turn soon. There was a knock on the door. I checked the time and realized how late it was. Dominic didn’t have a key, and the spare he had used was in the kitchen where he left it all those days ago. He’d need to keep it until I had one made. Feeling a bit sexy as I stood in just a jock, I sauntered to the door, ready to greet the man who would be fucking my brains out. Instead, I found Pastor Kline. He stood holding a container of soup which he nearly dropped upon seeing me almost completely naked. “Will,” he gasped. “Mark,” I said, ducking back behind the door. “I’m so sorry. I thought… well… I wasn’t thinking. My brains in a bit of a haze. You know I wouldn’t open my door like this normally.” “Of course,” he said. He craned his neck, eyes looking for what was behind the door. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I told him. “I should be good enough to be back this Sunday.” “Don’t rush yourself,” he said, his eyes still distracted. “We’d hate to have you falling over in the lobby as you greeted everyone.” “I feel so much better. I’ll most definitely be back.” “That’s great to hear,” he said. “This is for you. My wife thought you’d like some soup. It always does the trick for me.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the soup. “Do you know what it was?” he asked. “Not yet,” I told him. “Could just be a bug.” “Could be,” he said. “Maybe food poisoning,” I added, seeing behind him Dominic coming down the hall. “Uh…” Pastor Kline turned, spotting Dominic. “Mr. Moore? This is a surprise.” “Yes,” Dominic said, his pace slowing. “It is.” “What are you doing here?” “Uh, well…” “He brought me some food the other day,” I lied. “You see, we were supposed to have a meeting on Tuesday, but because I didn’t feel well, I canceled. He felt bad for me and brought me food so I didn’t starve.” “Great minds think alike,” Pastor Kline said. “I told you, Dominic, that I could bring the containers to church with me Sunday,” I said, trying to act cool. “You didn’t have to come all this way.” “Well, I thought I’d just check in since I was in the neighborhood.” “Isn’t that nice,” Pastor Kline said. “Seeing someone who has only started to become a part of our family already making connections.” “Great connections,” Dominic said, passing me a quick wink. “Well, thank you, Pastor Kline,” I said, pulling the container of soup into my apartment. “I’ll see you Sunday.” “Sounds good, Will,” he said, leaving my door. He watched as Dominic continued forward. Dominic and I mimed a conversation until Pastor Kline was out of sight. “That could have been bad,” Dominic said. “I thought he was you,” I said. “We don’t look alike,” he said. “I mean, he’s good looking and all…” “I answered the door like this,” I said, stepping out to show him the lone jock strap. “Fuck,” he said, smiling. “How much did he see?” “Everything,” I told him. “I lied and said I just wasn’t thinking clearly.” “That explains why he was so stunned.” “I’ve got to be careful,” I told him. Dominic followed me inside. “I was able to get you an appointment Sunday,” he told me as I placed the soup in the fridge. “After church, of course.” “What appointment?” “To see if you’re poz,” he said. “But I have the fuck flu,” I reminded him. “Still, we need to make sure.” “Wait,” I said. “I just said I didn’t want anyone to find out. How am I supposed to go to a doctor without everyone finding out? Everyone around here knows the church. They’ll recognize me. Everyone will find out.” “I got you an appointment with my doctor,” he said. “On a Sunday?” “He owes me a favor,” Dominic told me. “What kind of favor?” “I pozzed him,” he said. “See, this one’s him.” He pointed out one of the tally marks on his arm. “You pozzed your doctor?” “I pozzed him before he was my doctor,” Dominic said. “We met online. He was a chaser and wanted to get pozzed. I offered my services. After he told me he was a doctor, I figured it was better to have not only a gay doctor as a friend but also one that understands all the kinks guys like us enjoy. He won’t tell anyone.” “If you’re sure,” I said. “Alright. After church.” Dominic and I fucked several times before Sunday, even sneaking one in before church. We arrived in different cars so no one would suspect us. As I stood in the lobby greeting everyone, I shook his hand just as I did with everyone. Everyone looked at me like the good man they all wanted their sons to become as they got older. Little did they know that the mouth that was greeting them had been sucking a dick only an hour before, poz cum running down my throat and into my stomach. We got to the doctor’s office to find only one vehicle in the parking lot. Their sign said they were closed, but Dominic said a door in the back had been left unlocked for us. He guided me inside and into an exam room in which a man was sitting. “Dom,” he said, standing and shaking hands. “How are you?” “I’m good,” he said. “The business is doing well.” “I hope so,” he said. “I’m hoping to get in soon for another tattoo. And who is this?” “Sorry. This is Will. Will, this is Doctor Wade.” Doctor Wade was shorter than Dominic and I, but his body was muscular, showing that he spent a good amount of time working out. His grip nearly crushed my hand. He was handsome, blonde hair which was styled perfectly. His eyes were a pure blue. “It’s good to meet you, Will,” he said. “And don’t worry, Dominic already told me all about you being worried that I’d tell people about you. Don’t worry. I’m the picture of discretion.” “Thanks,” I said. “We better get started,” he said. “I’m going to be taking some blood samples from you. If you could just strip down.” Dominic took a seat as I removed my clothes. Once I got down to the jock strap, Doctor Wade stretched out a hand, waving for me to hand over the jock. “This thing has seen some action,” he said. “Do you mind?” “No,” I said, not knowing what he meant. Doctor Wade lifted the jock to his nose and breathed deep. Seeing this man inhale my cum along with every other odor helped shoot my dick straight up. “There’s nothing better,” he said, placing the jock down on one of the open chairs. “Looks like Dom has found himself a hung bottom.” He went to the counter and opened a drawer, extracting a short measuring tape. He ran it along my dick. “Eight inches. You tear up holes too?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Dominic added. Doctor Wade sat on a stool and examined my dick, moving down to my balls. “Not just a big dick. You’ve got large testicles. Is your dad this big?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ve never seen him naked.” “You’re a genetics jackpot,” he said. “Brothers?” “Two,” I said. “How about them?” “Jay’s dick is smaller,” I said. “His is thicker, though. Zack’s is the same size as me.” “This is a family I’d like to meet,” Doctor Wade said. “Hop on the table and I’ll start getting samples.” Dominic watched as Doctor Wade collected his samples. Once they were taken, Doctor Wade left us in the room while he started the tests. “How do you feel?” Dominic asked. “A little nervous,” I said. “I don’t know why. I already know I’m poz.” “This’ll be the proof,” Dominic said. His hand had started rubbing his dick through his pants. As I watched, my own dick started to harden, standing at attention once more. I started running my hand along my shaft, a bead of precum collecting at the top. “We’ll have your results in a few minutes,” Doctor Wade said as he entered the room. He looked at Dominic and me, a smile filling his face. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Are there any takers?” “How about Will?” Dominic suggested. “Me?” I asked. “But, I haven’t fucked anyone before.” “Then I’ll be your happy first,” Doctor Wade said. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a ripped chest beneath. He was hairless, his muscles clearly seen. As he removed his pants, I took the time to notice the tattoos on his body. There was a tribal tattoo on his shoulder while a scorpion tattoo was on his right peck. With his pants removed, he slipped out of his underwear, revealing a six inch dick which looked to be the same thickness of a soda can. He’d easily tear someone open from just his girth. Above his dick were the words, “Demon Dick” in cursive. “Let’s switch places,” he said. I climbed off the table, Doctor Wade taking my place. In his hand he held a bottle of lube and a popper vial. He squirted some of the lube in his hand and reached down to his ass, slathering his hole. He gave me the lube as he started taking hits off the poppers. I squirted some lube on my dick and made sure I was covered. “Fuck,” Doctor Wade said, finishing his hits. “Want some?” “Sure,” I said, taking the poppers. I inhaled, feeling the world spin and my body heat up. “Shove that huge dick inside me,” Doctor Wade said, spreading his cheeks. I’d never seen an asshole before. It looked so small. I couldn’t imagine anything fitting in there. I turned back to Dominic who was watching with interest. He nodded to me, his eyes directed to Doctor Wade’s hole. I tried to remember how Dominic had fucked me. I lined my dick up with Doctor Wade’s hole and slowly started to push inside, feeling slight resistance. “You’ll have to push harder than that,” Dominic said. “You can’t break me,” Doctor Wade told me. “Shove your cock into my hole. Give me your strain.” I did as I was told and shoved hard, my dick disappearing inside. Doctor Wade cried out, his hands tightening their grip on his ass. “Fuck, you’re huge!” “Are you alright?” I asked him. “Fuck, yeah I am,” he growled. “Come on. Fuck the shit out of me.” I pushed the remainder of my dick inside until my pubes met his ass. A wave of pleasure and warmth washed over me, my dick never feeling anything like it. I’d thought my hand could do the job. Turns out I had been wrong. Nothing felt like this. I pulled out slow and then pushed back in, trying to remember how I had seen them doing it in porn. I was clumsy at first, Dominic and Doctor Wade giving me orders. Soon, I was fucking Doctor Wade’s ass without a problem. “Fuck, you’re tearing me open,” he groaned. “I can feel you in my chest.” “Fuck, really?” I asked, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. I could feel myself getting close. I looked back at Dominic and found him holding up his phone, recording us. “What are you doing, Will?” Dominic asked? “I’m fucking Doctor Wade,” I said, keeping my rhythm up. “And is this your first time fucking someone with your dick?” “Yes,” I said. “And what kind of cum are you going to shoot?” “Poz cum.” “And who pozzed you?” “You did, Daddy.” “And who else did I poz?” “You pozzed Doctor Wade.” “And now you’re giving him another round of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Are you going to shoot?” Doctor Wade called, his hand jerking off his own dick. “I’m ready to cum.” “Almost,” I said, my thrusts quicker. “Fucking shoot in my hole,” Doctor Wade said. “Knock me up with your babies. Give me your poz cum. Infect me again.” “I’m infecting you with my poz cum.” “Do it. Shoot in me. Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Doctor Wade’s hole tightened around my dick, pulling me further inside him as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his face, chest, and abs. From his spasms my body shot into overdrive. “I’m cumming,” I cried, closing my eyes as the most powerful orgasm shook my body. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting into his ass, my cum flowing out of me like a faucet. I held onto Doctor Wade’s legs for support, my body shaking. “Fuck, it just keeps coming,” Doctor Wade said, looking down at me as my body continued to squirt more of my cum inside him. “You should have been a sperm donor.” “He’ll be donating his sperm,” Dominic said with a wicked smile. “It’ll be a little different than that, though.” Once my orgasm had ended, my cock slipped out of Doctor Wade’s ass, a drop of cum hanging from the head. Looking down, I realized I was seeing my cock for the first time being used as it was meant to be used. Doctor Wade climbed down from the table and handed me some wipes to clean myself up. He didn’t clean himself up, though. Instead, he left the room with my cum dripping out of his ass and his cum dripping down his body. “What’ll you do with that?” I asked Dominic, pointing at his phone. “I’m going to keep it so we can watch later,” he said. “Don’t worry. It won’t go online.” As I finished cleaning myself, I realized that there was a part of me that didn’t care if it was put online. There was a part of me that wanted other men to see me fucking someone like Doctor Wade. I wanted people to know that I had a huge dick and could keep cumming for what felt like an eternity. I wanted people to know. “Well,” Doctor Wade said, reentering the room. “I’ve got the results right here.” “And?” Dominic and I asked. “Congratulations,” Doctor Wade told us. “You’re positive. You’ve officially joined the brotherhood.” I turned to Dominic who was sporting the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone wear. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, holding my naked body close. “I’m so proud,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Now, you’ll have a piece of me with you forever.” “I’m yours forever,” I whispered back, meaning it.

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.

@Euromusk76's post on the previous page regarding the issues involved with the older ACAM2000 vaccine is worth a close read. Pediatric nurses used to be trained specifically in administering this vaccine, because essentially every US child was getting it. But that was 50 years ago. The youngest nurses practicing then are near or over 70, and there aren't even enough people experienced in the technique to teach the army of others that would be needed if this vaccine were to be used. Which does, of course, call into question why we're hanging onto it, or why we're not continuing to train at least some fraction of our health care providers how to safely administer this vaccine.

In light of the “sad” reaction this previous mention elicited above, and given the admittedly extreme nature of the activity, I feel I should hasten to mention that this was by no means a cruel or abusive act done by coercion or against my will. It came only after years of a complex Dominant/submissive relationship based on a mutual interest in experimental training, and a deep mutual trust developed over many, many scenes. Plus, he was trying to achieve a specific goal in my training, and employed unconventional methods throughout, with my full participation. The scene mentioned above was in fact a moment of significant success for both of us, and one in which I took pride as a submissive - I just don’t recommend it to anyone else. This all may seem somewhat tangential to the OP’s inquiry, but I think it worth mentioning in terms of the divergence we often encounter when men in the “vanilla” sexual sphere encounter practices more normally found on the fringes, in the kink/fetish community and/or the BSDM lifestyle (the two are not always mutually inclusive). In my experience, men with little exposure to practices beyond traditional sex acts may find themselves curious - sometimes intensely - about a practice like sounding, but feel inhibited about trying it because of a sense that it’s what “those people” do. They needlessly deprive themselves of mind-broadening experiences because of either a misconception, a lack of information, stigma about kink or BDSM, or a combination of these. When I encounter such men, I try to reassure them that trying something like sounding is very like trying a new ride at an amusement park. It’s an adventure, and when it’s over, you go home - you don’t have to live in the amusement park from then on. But if you like it, you can always come back.

Unfortunately it's not quite as simple. Leaving aside the issue of side effects (which are major not just minor), there are at least three important reasons not to use ACAM2000 to combat Monkeypox. First of all it's quite difficult to vaccinate with ACAM2000. Jynneos (called Imvanex in the EU/Imvamune in Canada) is given by subcutaneous injection. Every medical practitioner worth their salt should be able to do it. ACAM2000 (and all older vaccines) is administered by scratching a bifurcated needle several times on the skin of the patient. It takes training, skill, and more time to administer than an injection. As a consequence only a small percentage of medical personnel will be qualified to do it. Let's have a look at a description of the procedure: A second major concern is fewer people can be vaccinated due to contraindications. ACAM2000 can't be used in immunocompromised patients (HIV/AIDS or Chemotherapy) or patients with a history of eczema. That excludes some of the people most vulnerable to Monkeypox. Unfortunately it's not just healthy persons who need to be protected. Jynneos is safer to use in patients with the preconditions mentioned above. Thus allowing to protect more people. The third drawback of ACAM2000 is the danger of transmission to others by way of the vaccination lesion. Older vaccines such as ACAM2000 use a live Vaccinia virus which is able to replicate. After vaccination one has a localized infection, with a red itchy sore. You may spread it inadvertently to others (by touch, shared objects and so on) if not enough care preventing contact with the lesion is taken. It's advisable to cover the lesion until the vaccination "takes" (i.e. essentially the Vaccinia infection has run its course). As it's in the hands of the patient to keep it covered it's certainly a procedure more prone to mistakes. One can understand that those responsible are a bit uneasy of that. The Modified Virus Ankara (MVA) used in Jynneos can't replicate. Furthermore the mode of delivery doesn't create a lesion. The slow response and the laggard pace of vaccination efforts makes me angry. Using older stockpiled smallpox vaccines doesn't appear to be the solution to me, however.

Getting no help from Governor DeSantis. Yesterday's news showed him stating that NO state of emergency regarding monkeypox would be declared in Florida. Currently Florida ranks 5th in cases, with the largest number in Broward county. His reasoning, he is trying to protect an individual's "personal liberties" and not force people to do something they don't want to do. WTF? What I took from that was just is utter lack of concern, "it's not our problem" attitude. He should tell that to the over 500 people in this state who have monkeypox. God, I hope we can vote him out of office this fall.

Ditto info and warnings about bacteria and infection. i seem particularly vulnerable to urinary tract infection (UTI). Even though i'm a nurse and know how to do sterile technique, i got a UTI when i made a vid for a Man who was long distance and online, we had several D/s kinks in common and one was He wanted me to be catheterized. He had a fantasy of cathing Himself and inserting the exit end of the cath deep inside of me so His piss would naturally empty into my gut, and then He wanted to drink my pee. The idea was He was using my body to "distill" His piss. Thing is, when your hormones get racing, and we are talking inserting things into the urethra for sexual reasons, it's very easy to break sterile technique and introduce bacteria. Sounding can turn into a sort of fucking your penis thing, which means not just inserting the sound, but pushing it in and out. Each time you push the sound in, there is a risk of introducing bacteria. Cleaning the equipment is only half the sterile technique, you also have to sterilize the tip of the penis and the hands that are inserting it. Once you touch anything outside the "sterile field," sterile technique is broken and rest of infection increases. That said sounding can be another way to stimulate the prostate. The prostate gland surrounds the urethra so it can infuse seminal fluid into semen, so it can be manipulated and stimulated via the urethra. While i understand the appeal, for me emotionally/psychologically, i see a cock as a penetrative organ. i like when a Man doesn't see mine as such. i suppose with the right approach, a Top could use it as a way of penetrating me, but it's hard for me to imagine because it would be using my penis for pleasure and i like being conditioned to only using my hole as a receptive organ for Cock.

Thank you for that detailed explanation @BootmanLA , much appreciated 👍

I was traveling this past weekend to visit a friend who lives in Rehoboth and passed by Harrisburg, PA on my way through. There's a sex shop off the highway that I've always seen but never stopped in, but this time I was determined to check it out. When I arrived, there were 2 other cars there. I assumed one belonged to the worker and the other was a customer, so I figured maybe I'd at least to get suck one cock. I went inside and saw the video arcade immediately to the left. It took bills so I didn't even walk up to the guy at the counter, just ducked in to the left and started looking around. It was somewhat dark inside, and I noticed the booths were "buddy booths" where each booth had 1 screen to the left and the right and a small cubby area where you could stand to stroke your cock, either privately or to put on a show for your neighbor. I didn't see anyone else around so I ducked into a nearby booth, took the screen to the left, and put in a dollar. Scrolling through the videos, I found a nice one of a hot bear getting plowed raw by a muscular daddy. I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it when I saw a guy come into my booth and take the screen to the right. He was older, maybe late 50s/early 60s, grey and average build. He eyed up my (8" cut) cock as I was stroking it and pulled his own out. Seeing his daddy cock lit the hunger in me, I zeroed in my focus on his dick and licked my lips before getting down on my knees and taking it into my mouth. I was so horny, on my knees jerking my dick with a fat cock in my mouth where anyone could walk up on us. After a few moments of hungrily devouring his cock, he pulled me up to him to kiss me deep. I turned around and stepped back in the cubby space on my side of the booth, showing him my ass. He came up close behind me and bit down gently on my neck while he was rubbing my hole with his finger. I reach back and found his cock, positioning it at my pussy. He rubbed the head around but didn't seem to indicate that he wanted to fuck. I was a little disappointed but still turned on. Just then, another man came walking into our booth and found me up against the wall with my pants down, and another man behind me with his pants down as well. He assumed I was getting fucked, and said how hot it was. He was pretty hot- tan, fit, maybe early-mid 40s with short dark hair. Wearing a dark blue polo tucked into tan khakis, he looked like he was on his way home from work. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock, it was beautiful. About 8", cut, big low hanging balls, nice dark bush. I immediately turned around and bent over, sucking it into my mouth while the man behind me continued to rub his cock on my hole. The new guy still thought I was getting fucked and was asking him about how my ass felt, was I tight, was he fucking me good, etc. I was a bit coy and didn't wanna disappoint him, so I just kept sucking his dick and licking his balls. He kept calling me boy and himself daddy - it was really turning me on. He bent down to whisper in my ear how he wanted to bring me back to his house and breed the fuck out of my hole. At one point another, older man came upon our little scene but 'daddy' was being kind of protective over me and not letting him join in, only watch. Honestly that turned me on even more with him acting like I was his property after only knowing me for a few minutes. The new older guy was enjoying the show at least, and kept egging the other two on. They all commented on how much of a slut I was and how much i loved getting used by these strangers in a sex shop. Eventually, the man behind me got a bit tired or something and kind of stopped playing with my hole. I stood up straight to stretch a bit and daddy got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. Normally I don't like to cum first until I've satisfied my tops, but this guy was hot and I wanted to please him, so I gave him my load all over his face like he wanted. I was pretty bummed when he zipped up and left pretty quickly after that - I looked for him after, but he was gone. I really wanted his dick in me. Probably about 15 minutes had passed with the three of us in the booth. I walked back out after straightening my clothes and noticed a few more guys lingering about the common area. Two were guys of hispanic descent and the third was a muscle white guy in an orange tank top. Even though I had just cum I was still horny and determined to get at least 1 load before I hit the road. Walked into the bathroom briefly to look in the mirror and blow my nose (was running a bit from deep throating daddy's big dick) and headed back out. I didn't see the muscle stud, so I ducked into a booth and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. Before long, one of the latino guys came up in my booth and wasted no time pulling out his cock. It was nice and hard, cut, about 6". Wanting to get to the point, I got right on my knees and started sucking. From the corner of my eye, I saw him motioning with his hand like he was beckoning someone else over. Suddenly, the muscle stud came up next to him and I was so happy - i wanted him badly. I started rubbing the front of his shorts and felt a nice bulge. The latino guy was positioning himself back behind me in the cubby area, and starting to play with my hole while I freed the muscle man's cock from his pants. I gasped at how thick it was, and how big his balls were. It wasn't the longest cock, but its girth and his giant balls were incredible. "It's so big..." i said. "Yea" was all he said in response. I bent over and took in my mouth while the latino guy took this chance to briefly eat out my hole. Soon, I felt his cock at my entrance. Without asking, or any mention of condoms or status, he slid in my ass raw and started to fuck me. I was tight and taken a bit by surprise, but also extremely turned on at being used like this, so I pulled up a bit and leaned all my weight fully against the muscle stud's strong chest as I took his friend's quick thrusts up my hole. Muscle boy pulled me up for a kiss, which was surprisingly tender, as his latino friend started to pick up the pace in my hole. After a minute or two, he started to cum in me, again with asking or saying anything. When he was done, he turned me around so my back and ass were facing the muscle stud, and pulled my head down on his nipples to suck. He whispered in my ear to "hold my pussy open for his dick" as I felt muscle dude moving up behind me to mount my ass. I was scared because of how big it was and how tight I was, but they didn't care. He slid into my used hole without waiting for permission and I started to moan pretty loudly with how thick it was. He started picking up his pace after a minute and I could feel his giant balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. It was incredibly hot. After another minute or two, he announced he was getting ready to cum. He looked over to his friend who was in front of me, holding me as I got fucked, saying "gonna breed him". A few seconds later he let out several manly grunts and deposited his stud cum deep in my faggot pussy. Like a good whore I thanked them as they pulled up their pants and left me dripping cum in the booth. As I was walking out behind them, I saw them leaving together. Not sure if they're a couple, or just some buds that like to fuck sluts together, but either way it was the hottest double breeding i've had in a long time.

I fucking love playing with two asses at once. Fucking one, pulling out, using the fuck juices from the first to fuck the second.

I saw that too on tv too .... since when do the employees at LC and Q get to decide which tests they'll handle and which they won't ???

Ooooh you're in Toronto? I'm a cheating asian slut lol - easy to subdue and throw around. Pretty sure I got pozzed at a traphouse without knowing oopsss

I just checked my county health department website again, vaccines are still limited to those with close exposure to a confirmed case.

I might add that my former Master used to say that anything a man said “never” to, he would have him doing it within seven sessions. I was always a little skeptical of that, but to be fair, this is a man who persuaded me to let him run a .18 gauge needle through each of my testicles. …Having said that, I feel the need to emphasize that dropping a steel sound down your cock and running a steel needle through your balls are completely different - and utterly opposite - experiences. I recommend trying the former; the latter, not so much.

It's sad that someone feels the need to slut shame or kink shame. We all have things we enjoy, so what? I'm not going to yuck someone's yum. That's being an asshole. If someone wants something that's not my thing I'm honest about it and wish them luck. I'd hope I'd get the same treatment, but sometimes I get people like that who want to slut/kink shame me. I don't let it get to me and that's the key here. Don't let them get to you. I'm like you, I only fuck/get fucked bareback. I'm upfront so guys can move on if that's not their thing. It's in my profiles online too. It's sad that he's close to my age as usually guys my age are pretty chill about kinks and open sexually. I've hit on straight guys my age and most aren't threatened and say they're not interested. Its cool. Guys my age tend to be pretty upfront about sex but there's always exceptions. I have buds who I know cruise and hook up and its cool. We talk about our experiences and have a laugh. I don't shy away about talking about what I do sexually and most of the guys I know are the same way.

wasted, wasting - Love the look, although it yields a lot of drunk guy sex results (for obvious reasons) bathhouse, sauna, grindr, craigslist - Love totally anon (hence risky) encounters fedex, ups - my delivery guy fetish

Earlier this morning with a 20 year old off Daddyhunt. He's a student, back home from university for a month and feeling bored and horny. He was up for being fucked and happy to do it bare, though not on Prep. He sucked my cock for a while and then bent over to let me lick his arse. I licked him for a while and then slid my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. He was semi-hard as I fucked him and then he began to play with himself. I was getting close and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard and after a while I shot a nice big load right up him. When I pulled out, he straightened up and I saw his cock, which was now fully hard - I couldn't believe how long and thick it was. He was quite small and slim, but his cock was massive. I sucked on it for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He rather shyly said he hasn't fucked much as he mostly bottoms but was up for it and soon I was bent over my desk, pulling my cheeks apart so he could get his big cock up me. He began a bit slow and hesitant, but then got his confidence and gave me a good hard fuck, depositing what still feels like a massive load in my arse. I told him he should top more guys and he says he will. Already arranged to see him again.

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 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.

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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.

No. This is not a SIR or variation model (I'm not modeling the dynamics of the outbreak itself with this). This is just taking the cumulative cases and fitting it to an exponential function (in this case a power function). That is *WRONG* but an adequate/even good estimate for the first stage of the epidemic (before the cases peak). A better estimate for this would be to induce a logistic function *BUT* that should only really be done when it is clear that the epidemic is really peaking (COVID showed us that our behavior created 6 separate peaks so far so we shouldn't jump the gun just because it looks like an epidemic is over). I have seen that people are not provided math tools to help protect themselves during epidemics (apparently even intelligent people [Fauci for example] think that math models are too much for people). Nonetheless I have seen even doctors who should know better make serious math errors over time and unfortunately many Gay men made serious errors wrt AIDS transmission and risk in public forums in the past.

Same here--- Honestly my "son" loves to force the ones that are curious but undecided. None start out loose.

awesome! the best throat fuckers are the ones who don’t give a fuck about a cocksuckers discomfort or whether or not we can breathe. they just use our throats to get themselves off. And I love the term “orally milk a man” as that is how I have always approached sucking cock. I dont suck cock for the pleasure I get from having a cock in my mouth. I suck cocks to milk the cum out of mens balls.

Part 4: Dominic takes Will “Take of your pants.” He said. I backed away and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking off my shoes. With my pants to the side, I ran my fingers along the waistband of my boxers, hesitating for a moment. I watched as Dominic removed his pants, revealing a jockstrap underneath. We stood almost naked taking each other in. I slipped of my boxers, revealing my cock and balls. Dominic smiled. “How big are you?” he asked. “I’m six foot,” I said. “No,” he said. “How big is your dick?” “I don’t know.” Dominic turned and moved to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a tape measurer. “Get hard,” he said, walking to me. I reached down and started jerking my cock, though seeing Dominic in his jockstrap was doing enough on its own. With him standing so close to me, I could feel his warmth. It was intoxicating. “There,” I said, pushing out my pelvis for him to see. He kneeled down, holding the measuring tape out along my shaft. “Eight inches,” he said. “Big boy.” “Is that good?” He smiled up at me. “That’s perfect. Just think, this cock was almost wasted on an ungrateful woman. Good thing I got to you first. Still, it also means that I’m still king.” He removed his jockstrap, revealing a semi-erect cock that took my breath away. “Ten inches and thick.” “I don’t think I can take that,” I told him. Feeling once again worried about my choice. “Don’t worry,” he said, kissing me again. “We’ll go slow… at first. Here, wear this.” He handed me his jockstrap. I looked inside and found some stains. I assumed they were cum and piss stains. Normally, I would recoil, but now, taking it from Dominic, I wanted nothing more than to wear it. As I lifted a leg, he reached out and stopped me. “Smell it first,” he said. Slowly, I raised it to my nose and breathed in, my head spinning from the smell of sweat, piss, and cum. I wanted more. I breathed in deeper, pressing the fabric to my face. My tongue slipped out and ran along the fabric, tasting him. “What do you think?” he asked. All I could do was moan. “Put it on.” I hated that I wasn’t going to smell or taste him, but he wanted me to do what he said. I slipped it on, finding the pouch a bit larger than needed. He really was a big guy. Now with his jockstrap off, I could see the tattoo his towel had been hiding. It was a biohazard symbol, the type you see near fallout shelters. It meant to stay away. For me, I wanted to get closer. “Kneel down,” Dominic said. I did as I was told. He stepped closer, his cock in my face, hard as a rock. “Taste it,” he said. I opened my mouth and took in his mushroom head. I’d never tasted someone else. Not like this. Already my jaw was straining to take him in. On my tongue I could taste his precum. It was sweet. “That’s it, baby,” he said, running his hand through my hair, holding on to the back of my head. “Take in a bit more.” He pushed his cock further into my mouth, invading my throat. I started gagging. “Don’t worry,” Dominic said. “You’ll learn to fight that. You’ll have to. How’s it taste?” His cock fell out of my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin. “It tastes amazing.” He slipped his cock back into my mouth, his hand guiding me further down. I gagged again. There was no way I could take him all. I wanted to, but I knew my limits. I bobbed on his cock, trying to keep my teeth away. I knew little about blowjobs, but I knew you weren’t supposed to use your teeth. I looked up and saw Dominic’s head tilted back. “Is it alright?” I asked him. He looked down at me, a wide grin on his face. “You’re a natural,” he said. “We’ll have my whole cock down your throat in no time.” “How?” “Practice,” he said. My cock was throbbing against Dominic’s jockstrap. I reached down and started rubbing, moaning with pleasure. “A born cocksucker,” Dominic said, watching as I pleasured myself, trying to shove more of his cock into my throat. I was halfway. “Time for something new. Get on the bed.” I stood up and followed him to the bed, crawling to the middle. He went to his desk again and pulled out a tube and small vial. “These will make everything easier,” he said, turning to the bed and climbing up next to me. “Spread your legs. Let me see your hole.” I did as I was told. Several men had seen me naked at the gym when I went in to shower. That experience wasn’t new. Having someone else see my butthole was a new experience. I had yet to have a prostate exam, and other than the fooling around I had done days before, it had been an area unexplored. Dominic looked down and then at me. “You’ll need to open wide for me,” he said. “Pull your knees up to your chest. Show me.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, stretching in ways I’d never done before. “Beautiful,” he said, reaching down and running his hand over my hole. I flinched. “Sensitive,” he said. “Let me see what I can do.” He slipped off the bed and leaned down, bringing his face to my hole. “You’ll enjoy this.” My body seized and I gasped. I looked down and saw only the top of his head as his mouth was open around my hole. I could feel his tongue licking. Is this sanitary, I wondered? Do I care? I’d never felt anything like it. My body shuddered, his tongue probing even deeper. I could feel him enter me. I looked down again and saw his eyes watching me. The same ferocity was in his eyes. He was eating me, devouring me. After minutes of this passion, he moved back and took a deep breath in through his nose. “You smell good,” he said, licking his lips. “You taste even better.” “Really?” He smiled. “It’s time to open you up,” he said. “Here, open his bottle. Close your one nostril and breathe in deep. Try to hold as long as you can.” “What is it?” I asked him. “It’s called a popper.” “Is it a drug?” I asked him. “I don’t do drugs.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s an aid. It’ll help you open up.” I nodded and unscrewed the lid. I held it to my nose, held one nostril closed, and breathed in deep. I almost dropped the bottle as my head continued to spin. I felt light, a warmth rushing through me. At the same moment, I felt something push against my hole, forcing itself inside. I looked down and saw Dominic’s hand out of sight. His eyes met mine. “One finger in,” he said, starting to move in and out. He took the bottle and squirted something on his hand. “Take another hit, and we’ll try for two.” I did as I was told. “Good boy. How about three?” I was in another world. I took two more hits. “Four.” Another two hits. He smiles at me. “That’s five, baby.” His hand pumped in and out of me, my hole open. “Looks like you cut yourself,” he says. “What happened there?” “My finger,” I told him. “It… slipped.” “Sure it did,” he said. “It might open up a bit. That’s not abnormal. Trust me. Sometimes there’s blood.” “Blood?” “Don’t worry,” he says. “Don’t you trust me?” My breath caught. “Of course.” “I think you’re ready,” he said. “Wait,” I said, arresting his attention. “Do you… I mean… do you have a condom?” His face falls. “I don’t use condoms,” he says. “But, don’t you have to?” “If you’re afraid of knocking a woman up, sure,” he said. “But between men, never. There’s nothing like feeling skin against skin. That’s where the true connection exists, feeling your partner’s body, their most sensitive points and places. That’s what it’s about.” “I’m just, I’m not sure,” I told him, my legs dropping from my chest. “I don’t fuck with condoms,” he told me. “I can’t stay hard with one on. Real men don’t use condoms. If you don’t agree, you can leave. That’s up to you.” I saw him leave the bed, standing at full height, his cock curving up, fully hard. Never had I seen anything as beautiful as the man in front of me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything. I thought of my dream and how much I had wanted it to be real. Now it was. Why would I lose this chance willingly? I grabbed my legs and pulled my knees back to my chest. He smiled. “Alright then,” he said. “Time to take your virginity.” Dominic crawled onto the bed and returned his hand to my hole, massaging it. “I’ll go slow at first,” he said, “but once I’m in, I won’t be able to stop. Understand?” I nodded. “Then here we go.” He lined up his cock to my hole. “Take another hit,” he said, nodding to the vial. As I breathed deep, I felt what must have been his entire hand pressing against my hole. “Almost in,” he said, smirking. There was a searing pain, my body willing me to move away from this unexpected intruder. “Don’t back away,” he said as if he could read my mind. “There,” he said. “The heads in.” “Just the head?” I asked. He laughed. “Let’s keep going.” The pain increased as he pushed more in. “Keep breathing,” he told me. My hands were shaking, losing the hold of my legs. Dominic grabbed my ankles and held them steady, spreading my cheeks even more. His eyes closed as he continued to surge forward. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so tight. It’s been years since I had a virgin ass to myself. Tell me, baby. Tell me your ass is mine.” “My ass is yours,” I whimpered, still trying to push through the pain. I felt like I was being torn in half. My heart was pounding. How much more of this man existed that was still outside of me? “Almost there,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Just a bit more.” For a brief moment, I thought I was going to die. A ten-inch cock was entering my body. How was anyone able to handle anything so big? I thought of my own cock, knowing it was only two inches shorter. Would someone feel this way if I fucked them, I wondered? A new sensation met me as I felt hair press against my ass. I looked down and saw Dominic’s pelvis pressed against me, his pubic hair mixing with the hairs on my balls. “You did it,” he said, smiling. “All ten inches. You’re not a virgin anymore.” I’m no longer a virgin, I thought. There’s no going back now. “I’m going to wait and let your ass grow accustomed to my size,” Dominic said. “Alright,” I said. “Daddy,” he said. “What?” “Call me Daddy,” Dominic said. “Say it. Call me Daddy, Son.” “Daddy,” I repeated, the word hanging in the air. Dominic smiled. “What do you want your Daddy to do, Son?” “I want you to fuck me,” I said. He raised a brow. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I corrected. He slid out of my ass and then slowly pushed himself back in, causing me to wince. “Who does your ass belong to?” “You, Daddy.” He pulled out again, pushing back in, this time with more force. “Who does your body belong to?” “You, Daddy.” Out and in. “Who does your soul belong to?” “You, Daddy.” “And who will you listen to and do whatever he tells you to do?” “You, Daddy.” “Who’s your master?” “You, Daddy.” “Who do you want to convert you?” “You, Daddy.” “That’s fucking right,” he growled, his pace quickening. I could feel his cock all the way up in my chest, reaching for my heart. With every thrust, he hit a spot in my body that I’d never felt before, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You feel that, Son? That’s your prostate I’m hitting. Only the biggest dicks can make you feel that way, obliterating the spot that makes men quake.” My hand was down to my crotch, reaching beneath the jockstrap, grabbing my cock and balls. I was the hardest I’d ever been. Precum was oozing out of my piss slit, collecting in my pubic hair in puddles. “Let me see that cock,” Dominic said. I pushed the jock’s pouch down beneath my balls, my cock springing to life. A drop of precum flew through the air and stuck to his treasure trail. Without missing a beat, he left go of my ankle and collected the precum on his finger, bringing it to his mouth. He moaned. “You taste so sweet,” he said. “So pure. So clean. Let’s see if we can change that.” His pace quickened, the bed shaking beneath us. He started grunting as I moaned, my body unable to contain the waves of ecstasy flowing over me. I took hold of my cock again and started pumping, stopping as Dominic’s hand grabbed my wrist. “Don’t jerk off,” he said. “I want to see you cum hands free.” “Can I do that?” I asked. “Only when a big cock is inside you,” he said. “You’ll see.” He pounded harder. His breathing started to quicken. “I’ve got a huge load for you,” he said. “I can feel it boiling in my balls. Tell me where you want it, Son? You don’t want me to waste it on your stomach, do you?” “No, Daddy,” I said. “You only want it in your ass, right?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Tell me that’s where you want it.” “I want your cum in my ass, Daddy.” “You want me to convert you?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to knock you up?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to make you mine forever?” “Yes, Daddy. Make me yours forever. Cum in my ass.” “You’ve got it,” he growled, pushing as far into my ass as he could, his head thrown back as he cried out. “Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming in your ass, Son. Can you feel it?” “Yes, Daddy. I can feel it.” I could feel his cock throbbing, a warmth spreading inside of me. At that very second, my own cock came to life, shooting ropes of cum into the air, splattering down on my face, chest, and stomach. Taken over by the pleasure, I scooped up my cum and started shoveling it into my mouth, relishing the taste of my first hands free cum. “I’m still cumming,” Dominic cried, looking down at his cock. His body was shaking with each pulse. “Fuck. It’s like it won’t stop.” “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I said, still bringing my cum to my mouth.

So would my fantasy of DeSantis hate fucking me while wearing Mickey Mouse ears fall into this?

Part 3: What Will Wants I checked the text message from Dominic to the apartment building I was parked outside of. It was a match. It was a nice building, proving that Dominic’s business must have been doing well if it allowed him to afford a place here. I rung his apartment number, waiting for a response. “Hello?” came a voice. “Hi,” I said, sounding like a kid trying to sell cookies. “It’s Pasto… I mean, It’s Will Ryder.” “Hey, Will. Right on time. I’ll buzz you up.” As I entered the elevator, I found myself feeling nervous. Was it my dream returning to mind? Was it the thought of beling alone with this man, this stranger? I tried to shake off my nerves. I knocked on Dominic’s door and waited, stepping back as it opened, and a nearly naked Dominic stood in front of me. His chest was bare with only a towel covering his lower half. I could now see all his tattoos and his hairy chest. I flashed back to the dream I had had, seeing him on top of me, feeling him inside of me, and I could instantly feel my cock starting to grow. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “I just got out of the shower when I buzzed you up. I haven’t been able to get dressed yet.” “That’s no problem,” I said, trying to collect myself. “I go to the gym. It’s not like anything I haven’t already seen.” “Glad to hear it,” he said, stepping aside and welcoming me in. “I’m about to start the steaks. There’s beer in the fridge. If you’d like some wine, I have some in the chiller beneath.” “I don’t drink,” I told him. “Really? Not at all?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s always water.” He told me, but I almost missed it as my eyes wandered down to his treasure trail where a tattoo was just hidden by his towel. “Is water okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I told him. “Thanks.” “I’ll go and change and be right back,” he said, disappearing down a hall. I wandered around his apartment, noticing drawings on the walls of what I assumed were tattoo ideas. They were detailed and showed a lot of skill. “Do you like them?” Dominic asked, entering back into the apartment fully clothed. “They’re great,” I told him. “You’re really talented.” “Thanks. Do you have any tattoos?” I shook my head. “I almost did when I was in college, but I chickened out.” “Not a fan of needles?” “I just wasn’t sure about doing something that would be so permanent,” I told him. “Plus, what would I get that I know I’d want for the rest of my life?” “There’s always something,” he said. “You just haven’t found it yet.” I turned to him and found him smiling at me. He tilted his head and looked me over, waiting several seconds before saying, “I’ll get the steaks going. How you like your meat cooked?” “Well done.” I told him. He snickered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just on the opposite end. I like it raw.” “Not too raw,” I told him. “That’s unhealthy.” “A bit,” he said, opening the fridge where he removed a packet of steaks and a bottle of beer. “It’s still better.” I’d never had a better steak in my life. We sat at his table talking, comparing our time at college. “I left after freshman year,” Dominic said. “School just wasn’t for me.” “College isn’t for everyone,” I told him. “Did you always want to be a pastor?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. I did.” “That didn’t sound convincing,” I shrugged. “My dad is a pastor, so I always knew what I was going to do.” “But did you really want to be a pastor?” “I… I don’t know. I think so. I mean, I don’t have anything else I’m good at.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. “Maybe there’s something you’re good at that you haven’t tried yet.” “Like what?” I asked. He took a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. “I’m going to get another one. Are you sure you don’t want one?” “I’ve never had a beer,” I told him. “Well, now’s the time,” he said, taking out two beers. He took them to the counter and opened them. “Do you want a glass or just from the bottle?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Whatever you think, I guess.” He came back with two bottles and handed me one. I smelled it and cringed. “It’s like vinegar.” “You get used to the taste,” he said. I took a sip and cringed. “That’s really strong.” Dominic smiled. “Keep going. You’ll grow to like it.” I took another sip, finding it easier to drink but still bitter. “Are you dating anyone?” Dominic asked, taking another sip of his beer. I shook my head. “Not since college.” “Why not?” I took another drink of the beer, finding the taste growing on me. “It ended so badly that I didn’t want to get hurt again.” “That’s reasonable,” Dominic said. “What happened?” “She cheated on me,” I said. Dominic whistled. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? They’re fucking someone else while they’re fucking you.” “Not exactly,” I said, drinking more beer. “What do you mean?” “We never…” I said, trailing off. “Never?” Dominic said. “Have you… have you ever fucked someone?” I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “How has someone that looks like you not fucked anyone?” “I’m waiting until marriage,” I told him. Dominic started laughing. “Are people still doing that?” “I want my first time to be with someone that I love,” I told him. “It’s special.” “Sex is sex,” he said. “It only carries weight if you want it to. I fucked a guy last night, and it didn’t mean anything.” I stopped drinking the beer, nearing the bottom. “You’re gay?” “I thought you knew that.” I shook my head. “Does it matter?” “No,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable having walked in on him as he stood in a towel. Now we were having dinner together. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked him. “No,” he said. He waited a moment before asking, “would it be awful if I had?” “I’m not gay,” I told him. “Not even bi?” “No,” I told him. “I’m straight.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. I was starting to feel the beer as my head swam. “I saw the way you looked at me when I opened the door.” “You were in a towel,” I reminded him. “You surprised me, that’s all.” “And all the other times you looked me over?” he asked. I sat quietly, looking down at my beer. How did he know? I’d never had a gay thought about anyone before, and the first time I do, he somehow knows about it? “I’m not judging you,” Dominic said. “I’m flattered. A hot guy like you staring at me is an honor.” “You think I’m hot?” Dominic nodded. “If it wasn’t for the whole, waiting until you’re married thing, I’d try to have you right here, right now. But, like you said, you’re not gay.” I sat quietly, thinking about my dream and everything Dominic had said about me. I’d never wondered if I was gay before. It never occurred to me that I could be. Not until I saw Dominic did I start to have these feelings, feelings I wasn’t able to understand fully. Maybe Dominic understood more than I knew. Maybe he could understand what I was feeling and why. My head swam as I tried to figure things out. I finished my beer. “How would I know?” I asked. “How would you know what?” “If I was gay,” I told him. “How would I know?” “It’s not that complicated,” he told me. “Have you ever thought about a guy in a sexual way? That’s a basic clue.” I stared at him for several moments until nodding. “Really?” he said. “Who?” I tried to take another drink of my beer, remembering that it was finished. “You,” I finally said. “Me?” Dominic said, the word hanging between us. “You thought about me?” “I had a dream,” I told him. “When was this?” “A week ago,” I said. “Tonight.” He smiled. “And what were we doing?” he asked, standing up and taking my empty bottle. He went to the fridge and grabbed more. “Do I really have to say it?” I asked him. “You know it was sexual.” “There’s a ton of things we could have been doing,” he said, handing me a bottle. “For my own gratification, I want to narrow it down.” “I shouldn’t be talking about this,” I told him. “This is wrong.” “And yet,” he said, nodding down to my crotch. I looked down and could see my pants starting to tent. I moved to cover myself, but I knew it was too late. Just thinking about telling him was making me hard. I could feel my heart starting to race, my skin feeling flushed. It was getting hot in the apartment. “We were having sex,” I told him. “What kind?” “I don’t know.” “You’ve got to have seen some porn,” he said. “Come on. What position were we in?” I racked my brain for the name. “Missionary.” “Missionary for the pastor,” Dominic said. “That’s fitting. Who was on top?” “What?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said. “Who had a dick in their ass? Me or you?” I drank more of my beer, feeling hotter every second. “I did.” Dominic smiled. “You dreamt of me fucking you,” he said. “The day we met. You dreamt of me fucking your hole.” “Can you please stop saying that?” “How did it feel?” he asked. “It didn’t actually happen,” I reminded him. “But how do you remember thinking it felt? Did you think it felt good? Did you like it?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I woke up before anything really happened.” His smile faded a bit. “What happened? Why did you wake up?” “I had a wet dream,” I said. “Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Sounds like, even on our first day of meeting, you knew you wanted me. That’s hot. You’re a man who knows what he wants.” “I don’t, though,” I stressed. “I don’t know what I want.” “Your dick says otherwise.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “But it could,” he said. He came around the table and stood in front of me. With his crotch nearly eye level, I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Without realizing, I licked my lips. “I know how to know for sure whether or not you’re gay.” “And how’s that?” I asked. I must have been fuming as my body continued to feel as if I was overheating. “Kiss me,” he said. “What?” “Kiss me,” he repeated. “Kiss me, and if you don’t feel something, you can go home right now and forget all about me. I won’t see you again. I promise. But, if you do feel something, you have to see where it takes you. Deal?” My anger was rising, leading to a hasty decision. Whatever reasoning I normally had was gone. I stood up and faced him, Dominic puffing out his chest slightly. He wrapped a hand around me, pressing his palm to the small of my back. He pushed me toward him, his other hand reaching up to my face, feeling my stubble. Our eyes met, and all my anger subsided. He brought my face toward his, his mouth opening to receive mine. My eyes closed slightly, but my other senses were heightened as I felt his tongue enter my mouth, tasting me and me him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, our growing bulges rubbing. As we kissed, my dream was awoken, playing again in my mind. Now I could feel him against me for real. I could smell his skin. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “So?” he said. “What did you think?” Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. I wanted to explore every part of him. I needed him closer to me. I needed him to bridge whatever gap existed between us. I needed him… inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “What did you say?” Dominic asked. “I said, fuck me,” I told him. “But we aren’t married,” he joked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I stopped and thought about it, really considering what it was that I was asking him. A week ago, I would have thought I was crazy saying that I wanted this man, a near stranger, to fuck me. Now, it’s all I wanted. “Yes,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me.” Dominic smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But, if we do this, you have to listen to everything I say. Do you understand. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it. No matter what it is. That’s the deal. If you want me to fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?” “I…” I started, finding a moment of uncertainty. “If you want this, there’s no going back,” he said. “You have to be sure.” I shook my head, a rush filling my mind. “Will,” Dominic said. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I told him, wanting my clothes off that instant. “Then follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the table and down the hall. We passed a door on the right which was closed and then stopped at the room at the end where I could see his unmade bed. He led me inside and turned to me. “Last chance to leave,” he said. I shook my head and started to unbutton my shirt. Dominic smiled and then did the same, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hairy chest and sexy tattoos. With my shirt off, Dominic reached out and pulled me close to him, running his hands through my chest hair and pinching my nipples. I gasped, never feeling something this erotic in my entire life. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ve just never…” “I keep forgetting you’re a virgin,” he said, smiling. He kissed my neck and then moved down to my chest, stopping at my nipple which he bit. “What are you—” “I said you need to do what I want you to do,” Dominic said. “This is a part of that. We’re going to do things tonight that will push you, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be converted. Is that what you want?” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating. His chest hair curled over my fingers, as if his body was pulling me into him. “I want you,” I said. “I want it. I want everything.” He took my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “You’ll get it,” he said. I smiled.

Remember to let other guys know what type of scene you want from ON you naked or clothed or Inside your mouth or ass. Good luck and hope more Men will explore their different options. Drink up boys.

The biker guy stayed in me. After a minute he reached down to squeeze the last of his cum into my asshole as he pulled out. "Thanks dude!" I was wondering what response to mumble when Paul replied, "I didn't want to invite you, but I knew you'd never forgive me if I didn't." They both roared with laughter. Good thing I'd been slow and avoided a faux pas. I laid there for another minute ignoring Paul and the biker's conversation. Finally I took a deep breath, flipped over and sat up. I must've been quite a site, with a big load of cum in my hair, on my cheek and neck. Another two were mostly in my ass, except for the part on my thighs and soaking into the duvet. Paul had put the phone away at some point. Wonderful. "You did great dude." Pretty sure that was Paul. I was at a loss. The man whose name I didn't know who had recently ejaculated inside me grabbed my cock playfully and started to jerk it. He was the oldest of the group, maybe 55. He had three big earrings in each ear. They matched the rings he had in each nipple. He looked me right in the eye as my dick got hard. "You love taking loads don't you. I can tell from your cock it's true. She was never going to be able to give you what you need." He squeezed my balls until I gasped. "Don't cum bitch." The guy who'd cum in my hair suddenly reappeared with his dick sticking straight out. "Oh good, his hole's free!" He slapped the biker on the shoulder. I realized he had a biohazard tattoo right by his dick. "Hey man I know that's an HIV tattoo. I don't want to have sex with an HIV+ guy." He chuckled. "Um too late for that dude." He pushed me back on the bed and scooted my ass back. "Everyone here is poz, silly." I froze, discombobulated. He had me hold my legs apart at the knees and fucked me hard. I was a thousand miles away, trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. I just wanted to experience getting fucked by a guy. I'd intended to have safer sex with one man and wound up consenting to unprotected sex with three, all of whom are apparently HIV+. Fuck fuck fuck. "Fuck I've got another big load for your married ass." I pulled my legs wider and looked him right in the eye. "Breed my ass. Turn me into a faggot."

My tastes in body type and looks have expanded considerably from when I was younger. But one thing has remained the same - personality. I have always loved confidence coupled with kindness. I had a pivotal period of about a year when I was 31. Up until my time with him I was picky, and kept myself from being a total pig because 1) I hadn’t yet come to terms with being gay and was still fooling myself about settling down with a woman, and 2) I still incorrectly thought being a total whore meant something was wrong with you. But I met a guy online who was every bit of sexually repressed as I was. He lived in another city with his partner but traveled around Texas for work so I’d drive to whatever city he was in and we’d fuck, we’d go out, we’d fuck someone else then go back to the hotel and fuck again. Somehow we felt that with the other’s acceptance it was okay to let loose, we were in different cities than where we lived so who was going to know? We went to sex clubs, parties, back rooms… it was like anything was okay if we were together. Now, he was a handsome fucker with a gorgeous 8 inch perfectly straight thick cock, and I wasn’t bad to look at either and had a great dick myself almost equal to his, we were both confident and finding random dudes to fuck seemed so much easier with him there… and when I thought about the dynamics years later I concluded it was because we weren’t desperate and we were both projecting a completely unworried desire for fun. So a few months into our escapades I set up an ‘everyone welcome’ gangbang for me so he could watch me get railed by random guys of all types. I’d never done anything like that before. It was both exciting and fear inducing at once. That’s what broke the stupid gate I’d locked myself behind for too many years. The guys that showed up were all over the physical spectrum, young, old, hot, less than attractive… whatever. Seeing him turned on watching me get plowed over and over again, and seeing how turned on the guys were who were getting the chance to fuck me made me realize sex should ALWAYS be that fun and unbridled and honestly it didn’t really matter who it was with when it was just sex. And that year also did something else for me. I was able to realize I enjoyed being a top way more than being a bottom. Because I didn’t need to be such a confused passive little afraid bitch about sex. Big beefy guys do it for me, skinny runts do it for me. Hairy, smooth. I even get turned on by a certain kind of ugly. And I have a soft spot for guys who are a little slow in the head. God help me. But I don’t like meanness or rude… that kills any desire for me.

My money is on-- bolted out the door, straight to the grocery store, and stocked up on boxes of Kleenex LOL

Great to see here how you guys handle the term “addiction” and own it. Wish I had known or at least heard from guys like all of you earlier. In my case I would say, sex is a helpful and necessary addiction. I was accused of being sex addicted, and was often advised to do something to “cure“ it, I’ve been shamed for that… it interestingly came from people who suppressed their own desires and couldn’t believe in living them up freely, or were even jealous of the way how I lived it up. Accusations came from former lovers/partners, but also by people for whom it shouldn’t have been any business (friends, or even or couples (gay or straight) who considered their lives to be exemplary role models….). Had to learn on my own in the course of time, "If I'm addicted, then I own it, I love it, fuck you!" and to be proud of it and be shameless with pride. Anything can end up into an addiction (job, a hobby, sports etc), if you handle it neglecting other aspects in your life, or damaging your health. But so far, sex only benefited my health the moment I started to live it the way I desired (lots of it and with lots of men, enjoying the variety of encounters and the uniqueness of each man). So it's less a damaging addiction, but a "cure" itself, if dosed the right way... and sometimes you have to increase the dose no matter which cure... I’m uncompromising about fulfilling my commitments towards job, Friends or family, and I do have other hobbies and interests or social connections, and they function. Having said that, sex is for me everything combined: hobby, interest, nutrition for the soul, energy source, spiritual practice, and definitely an addiction that I enjoy very much… And there's the social aspect by having lot of sex: some people connect socially by clubbing, sports, movies, dining, to hang out with similar minded (which is I do with “ordinary” friends or family). My peer groups and social places also consists of men that I share similar experiences of upbringing, sexuality, love, life planning or finding our position in society as non-heteronormative men, or lust and sex drive. Be it close friends that I occasionally have sex with, fuck buddies, hook ups or generally the guys I meet at cruising areas. All of them are like-minded men. I don’t connect with them socially by dining, movies or conversations in the first place - we connect socially by having sex. There’s so much understanding and support being exchanged non-verbally by fucking. Sex is the vibe where we as like-minded men meet with a human touch. If needed, we may exchange conversations and thoughts after the sex, depending on how close we are, but sex is the main tool how we communicate and give each other what you always give one another while interacting socially: the support and fulfillment of being what you are. I get it then and there with those men (or men like you here in this thread) like nowhere else. For me it’s even a necessity to regularly fuck at first sight with strangers in order to connect on a primal raw level and to support each other to feel our wild natural side again, free from emotional connections or a common past. That makes the act pure and even kind of innocent, since you don’t know each other yet. That resets my brain and mind every time again in order to start afresh with my life‘s challenges. In short: for me, having lots of sex with lots of men is a lifestyle, and a mindset, an energy booster, social activity, maybe call it a religious practice. It’s necessarily addictive, cause it keeps me coming back for more again and again, because it’s each time like being born again. And most of all, it’s fun! It’s a passion. It’s only an addiction in a negative sense or hypersexuality for those who don’t understand the various benefits sex can provide and don't have that priority. But apart from that, I love men, I love being gay, I love sex, I love sex for the sake of having sex, no matter with whom, I love being helpless in the face of my own sex drive, I love fucking brainlessly again and again until my balls are empty. Why…? … because it’s simply right. Period. The more men I breed, the more I’m living my best life. I have to do it, again and again, there’s no other go. If it's still considered an addiction - hell yes! Gimme more!

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

I want something like this... maybe a bit of red!