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Ok - so last Friday I organised a hotel cumdump gangbang meet at the popular Cumdump Central hotel a few mins walk from Tottenham Court Road tube station (you know the one)! Room and this cumdump were all ready by 3pm, and I was online messaging some of the guys who were interested in dumping a load - as well as Grindr advertising this ass out for anyone to pump and dump in. 45 Minutes later, ass up on bed wearing a blindfold the door opened. First guy was there and within seconds had his cock pushing in my mouth. I could tell this guy knew what he wanted and was gonna take it. Within 30 seconds a nice fat cock had grown into a nice fat hard cock - thick and about 7" long. Tasted amazing, and he didn't want sucking off - he wanted to fuck face. And that's exactly what he did. A few minutes later he pushed me on my front - of course this arse stuck immediately in air showing him what he could have - and have it he did. Fucked hard and deep, and I could tell from the noises he was making he was enjoying it. And then...he stopped. Grabbing my hand he said "get in the bathroom" and led me in there. Pushing me to my knees in the shower, I knew what was coming. He pissed all over me - T Shirt, jock, socks all soaked - and then pushed his dick on my mouth and said "swallow" - before spurting even more hot piss, this time straight down my throat. Then he told me to bend over and fucked me some more in the shower before taking me back to the bed. Still dripping and stinking of piss he then fucked his load straight in my arse....and at this point I knew tonight was going to be one sleazy horny session. He left, and not long after a horny bear with a big thick dick turned up, and was joined shortly afterwards by another two horny bears - and a hung slim guy. These four then took it in turns tag teaming my arse and face for 6 hours!. And during those 6 hours, I dont think there was a minute my ass, face or both wasn't being stuffed and used. These guys had stamina. And of course, with Grindr ad up - and loads of other guys having my room details there were regular knocks at the door - or guys just walking in. Guys just looking for a slut to quickly fuck a load in - and that's exactly what they found. Every load taken adding to the spunk cocktail in my ass, getting more and more churned up and fucked deeper by cock after cock. Then after load number 7 - a tall, skinny black guy with a dick that was easily 10" long came through the door. He was long, thick and wanted to use every single inch of that cock. Made 100% sure that spunk was all pushed deep up my cunt before adding another huge load. Fucked some more by the bears and other guys, before I literally couldn't take any more - it was about 10.30 by this time and I remember just lying on the bed with a destroyed ass - a fucked, spunk filled wreck. Fell asleep as the last guy left, and woke up the next morning lying in a damp puddle of spunk....a LOT of spunk One of the best meets I've had - but leaves me craving more and more ;-)

Part 4- Livestock ”What is this stuff?”, Cole wondered. The air was making him sort of loopy, like when he had nitrous at the dentist. The fluid was runny but thick, like melted ice cream. It didn’t really have a taste, but was sort of like milk. He could feel it flowing into his stomach, and his belly swelling. Just as he thought he was going to vomit, the tube was removed and he gulped air in through his mouth. The air flow stopped, and his mouth was covered with tap. ”There, I bet you feel better now that you have something in ya’”, the man said. “Now that we fed ya and bred ya, I figure it’s time we tell you a little bit about our farm. First, we’re way upstate. Our road ain’t on any map even, so you can shout as much as you want when we decide to take let you have your mouth back, cause no one will hear ya. We started this operation a few years back, we realized there are a lot kinky fuckers out there that will pay good money for boys like you, but that need a little… work first. So they pay us, we get livestock like you ready, then they come and collect ya. Don’t worry about your family, you sent them a lovely email telling them that you’re out west for a few months, right before you accidentally dropped your phone in the river.” By this point Cole was starting to panic. He had no idea where he was, where to go even if he did somehow get out, and his family had no way of locating or tracking him. ”Now here on the farm, we have two kinds of livestock: steers and pigs. This guy paid a lot of money for you, and we have a lot to get done. You’re a pig. Here’s how things are gonna go to start: you’re going to get fed six times a day. It’s my own special blend of milk, mass gainer, and some other stuff to fatten you up. Usually it’s used on actual pigs but you need the help. Oh and some poz cum mixed in, just to make sure you get used to the taste. This client wants to make sure you’re good and poz when he gets you, which is why… hey now, stop thrashing!” Cole had begun to wrench around in the sling. He hadn’t gone back on prep since the break up. A whoosh of air and he felt leather smack across his bare ass. It stung so much he was still again, tears streaming down his face. ”As I was saying, he wants you knocked up by the time he come to collect, which is why we’re gonna breed ya between feedings. Maybe even during. We’ll send him progress videos every few days and he’ll let us know if we need to make any… adjustments. But that’s it for now. We weighed you at 230 when we got you in. We’ll see where you’re at in a few days. But that’s it for now, so just lay back and relax.” Despite the depth of his voice, Cole could pick up on the cruel sarcasm in his inflection. “Oh before I go, one more thing”. Cole suddenly felt cold metal clamp down painfully on both his nipples. Suddenly they were yanked taught up in the air. Cole yelled into the mask. “Gotta get those tits nice and big, piggy. Now enjoy your meal, someone will be back in a few hours to clean you at and give you a few more loads.” No one replaced the ear flaps this time, and Cole could hear footsteps moving away. As he laid in the swing, nipples stretched upright, ass full of the plug and belly fuller from the feeding, exhaustion suddenly swept over him, and he passed out. —— Working on the next part, feedback is appreciated.

Last night I fell asleep on the couch around 8pm and woke up again around 11:30pm. I was heading to bed and decided to check the sex sites I visit regularly to see if I had any messages and on one site I had three. Usually by that time of night everyone in Vegas is a drunken mess. The first was from a guy who's headline said "Looking for love" his profile looked decent and said he was up for fun until he found love so i responded. Turns out what he was looking for was a large dicked top to plow his drunken ass. I went on to the next post from a guy who's headline said "Fun 24/7" and chatted a bit with him but he was either distracted or about to pass out as the chat was taking way longer than it should so i gave up on him. The last one was a profile with headline "two tops from palm springs" the profile had almost nothing in it other than that they were a married couple and both tops, ages 48 and 57, and one picture of their two dicks pressed against each other, which looked good. We chatted a bit and they said they lived in Palm Springs but came to Vegas for the weekend, I asked for more pics and they declined but the chat went well enough I figured I'd take my chances. I told them I could be there in about 45 minutes and they agreed and gave me their hotel information. I got myself prepped and went out and met them at their hotel. When they opened the door, the first thing that became evident was their ages were more like 57 and 68 but in decent shape for their age and they seemed nice enough. The older one was surly and burly, scruffy goatee and was wearing a tank top and shorts and I could see that he was hairy as a gorilla with hair protruding from everywhere.The younger one looked clean-cut and clean shaven like a school teacher and just a little bit of a dad bod going on but also wearing a tank top and shorts. They welcomed me into the room which had two queen beds and we sat down, they sat on one bed and i sat across from them. After some small talk about their trip in town and how they met, the burly one (Hank) stood up and walked over to me and said 'I think its time we take this little piggy to market' and he leaned in to kiss me and started to fondle and squeeze my nipple thru my shirt and then slowly pushed me back on the bed and continued to kiss me deeply. I heard his partner (Matt) start taking off his clothes and then while Hank was kissing me Matt started to pull of my shoes, unbuckle my belt and strip me naked. Hank stopped kissing me long enough to pull of my shirt and then he dropped his shorts and pulled his shirt off as well. Hank's entire body was covered in a thick coat of hair, even the shaft of his dick was hairy. These 'take charge' tops quickly took charge of me and what ensued was about two hours of a random mix of passion, raw animal lust, debauchery and rough sex, with me pinned between them in one fashion or another the entire time. Matt was anything but a school teacher at that point. There was no asking, they just took what they wanted and used me as they pleased.I felt like a true pig with no control of the situation at all, as Hank used his strength and size to control me as they pleased. My throat and ass were pumped and pounded continuously with an occasional brief pause to change positions or for one of them to dump their load. I had Hank's hair stuck in my teeth from him fucking my face but had no break to try and pull it out. I soon realized that as the night went on I was just going to accumulate more hair in my teeth so I gave up on any hope of breaking any of it loose. Both of them had incredible stamina and I was used for quite a while before they would reward me with a load, and then quickly go back to pumping and pounding until it was time for the next load. Sweat was pouring from both of them and I was drenched in it. As Matt had very little body hair, his sweat rolled off his skin and dripped on me continuously. I found my hair was dripping in sweat as well, it was the sweat that ran off of Hank's back and onto my forehead as he sat on my face and forced me to eat his hairy ass while Matt fucked me and they kissed each other. I accumulated more hair in my mouth and teeth from Hank's ass as well. Hank's body glistened in sweat and the mix of grey and light brown hair just added to the sex appeal and the nastiness of the whole situation. Every time Hank was on top of me, I was drenched with more sweat that had been trapped in his body hair. Finally, after taking about two hours and four loads from each, we all collapsed in a soaked and exhausted mound of flesh on the bed. We layed there stacked against each other for a few minutes while we all caught our breath with none of us saying a word just breathing hard at first and eventually our breath returned to normal. Hank got up from the bed and said "guess it's time to fill your tank and send you home" and I leaned up and saw him standing there holding his dick, waiting for me to get on my knees and drink his piss down. I got up and got on my knees in front of him and took his dick in my mouth. Matt got up about the same time and came and stood next to Hank and Hank let his pissload go and had me gulping him down at a fast rate and what a huge piss it was. After he was done he squeezed out the last few drops into my mouth and stepped aside and Matt moved into position. Matt let go and I gulped him down as well, with his piss being much stronger and saltier than Hank's. They kissed briefly while I was gulping Matt down and then when Matt finished I got up and they handed me my clothes and I got dressed. Both gave me a quick hug and kiss (drenching me in more sweat), with Hank returning to give me a deep kiss and then they both showed me to the door and I left. I got home and pulled 17 hairs out of my mouth and on a sudden impulse I stuck them back in my mouth and swallowed them with a glass of water, ensuring Hank's DNA lived with me. This morning I got up and there was a message from them that said "What an awesome piggie, you made our trip great. Here's our email, let us know when you're in town, we will definitely let you know when we're back in Vegas."

There aren't many things that make me afraid but this time it was different. I was in line at the MEPS building about to go in for my physical exam, my last step before going into the US Army and I was terrified. For years I have dreamed of nothing but joining the army and it seemed it was almost a possibility. I looked around at the other 50 or so other young men eager to get this over with and start training to serve our country and it was hard for me to stop checking all of them out. I heard my name being called up with ten others and walked into a fairly large room and then we were all told to stand real close to each other and we were all told to strip to our underwear. I could see a few of these other men shy to do so and so was I but we were told to get over it because there was not something we could get away from once we were sworn in and sent to basic where we would be naked showering with other guys so get used to it. Once we were all standing in our underwear we were told one at a time to jog in a circle around the room and once completed to do a few reps of pushups and situps. Once that was completed one of the doctors walked up to each of us and inspected our hands and feet looking for anything that he could see that would disqualify us from enlisting like flat feet or any other body issues. Once completed we all sat on the bench in the room and waited one by one for a doctor to call us into the private rooms and do a more through inspection and to talk about our medical histories My name was called first so I stood and collected my clothes and walked into one of the private rooms and sat waiting for the doctor to walk in. There was a knock at the door and the doctor walked in and shut us in the room. The man who walked in was a stunning man in his thirties I guess with black hair, a strong framed jaw with five o clock shadow and a body that can be seen that many men strive to have. He introduced himself as doctor Sean Exavier and I shook myself out of a daze to greet him back. Well James from what I see so far you look to be in the shape the army is looking for in its troops and I am here to make sure there isn't anything that would keep that from happening further. So let's step onto the scale for me. I stood up and stepped on and he noted in my file my weight of 195 pounds and had me stay standing as he took my height. He noted my height at 6ft 3 and I was pleased when he told me that I am the perfect height and weight for someone my age. I beamed with pride hearing that after spending months working out to get myself ready. Alright now I need you to remove your underwear for me so I may finish the rest of the exam. I was a little hesitant but he assured me that many guys who come through here have been the same and to remind myself that it will happen more and more once I enlist. with that I stripped my underwear off and the doctor didn't even react to the fact that I was rock hard. My cock stood at full attention. It's a full eight inches and I am circumcised with a thick mushroom tip. The doc went right to work feeling my balls checking for any lumps and had me cough for any hernia. It felt amazing when he was touching me and as a plus he wasn't wearing gloves so I could feel his soft skin. He lingered a bit more on my balls and I went red when he asked me to turn around and that he was going to give me a prostate exam now. I turned around and bent over and could feel him spreading my ass open and felt even more red when he commented that he liked my tattoo. I started to stammer and was so worried that he was going to say that because I am POZ that I could go no further and wouldn't be allowed to join the army. He sensed my fear and told me not to worry about it. There are plenty of guys who come through that are HIV+ and have led perfect army carriers. I was relieved when he said this and now turned on. He turned away from me for a moment and told me not to move. He was back at my ass now sliding his wet fingers at my hole probing to get in. I tried to relax as best as I could to allow him access to my hole and then I felt him enter me. For some reason it hurt when he did and I didn't realize until I reached back and found it was no longer his fingers but the head of his cock pushing in. I didn't hear him get naked at all but looked over and saw his clothes neatly folded on the chair next to the exam table. I was shocked that a doctor would take advantage of his patient like this but I am so glad that he did. He slammed his full cock into my ass and pulled me in whispering in my ear that I was getting his added strain to take with me to basic training and licked my neck and continued to slide in and out of my ass making me whimper. He started to make out with me to help keep me quite so any of the others outside wouldn't hear what was going on and he kept pulling all the way out and slamming it in to the root making the exam table squeak more and more with each thrust. I was in heaven feeling each of this doctor filling me and I was leaking so much pre cum and he was smearing it around on our bodies. I could feel I was getting close to cumming and felt him getting thicker as well. He whispered in my ear just as he slammed in one final time "welcome to the poz army slut". With that I lost it completely and squeezed my ass so tight I could feel him unload his poz strain into my ass and it made my cock blow and cover both of us in my cum. We both caught our breath and as he pulled out with a wet plop he grabbed a butt plug from one of his drawers and put it in me stretching my hole and then closing it on the base to keep his strain inside. He kissed me one more time and helped me off the exam table and quickly cleaned ourselves up before we got dressed. He winked at me and said good luck in basic you poz pig. He opened the door and called for the next recruit in line. I went to the next station at MEPS knowing that the army would be a life to look forward to. Part 2 cumming soon

Part 3- Feeding Time Cole laid there for what felt like hours. He had quickly realized whatever had been shoved in his ass was some sort of open ended plug, he had felt air rushing into his exposed hole. With his eyes covered and ears muffled, he had no idea what was happening around him, although he sometimes sensed other people around him. He had been laying there for so long that he was starting to doze off, when suddenly he felt something wet splashing across his bare chest. “Mmmm”, he moaned as he bit down on the tube in his mouth. Something had been shoved in his ass and he felt a cool liquid flowing. After a minute the object was removed and the liquid went rushing out. “They’re cleaning me out”, Cole realized. This was repeated a dozen more times, the end of the hose being inserted deeper each time. He didn’t get much reprieve though, as the plug was suddenly roughly removed. His gaping ass struggled to close, but that would have been futile as suddenly his ass was full of something else. “Oh fuck, someone’s fucking me”. He struggled but as he was locked in the sling he had nowhere to go. All he was aware of was the sensation of the strangers cock plunging in and out. His hole was so gaped he struggled to tell how big the stranger was. After about ten minutes of rhythmic fucking, the stranger buried his cock balls deep, and Cole knew he was cumming. As the stranger withdrew, the flaps around his ears were suddenly removed. “How did you like your first breeding pig?”, a voice asked. This voice was different from the Farmer’s. It was much deeper and gruffer. As the man spoke, Cole felt more grease being applied to his hole. This time a large, girth plug was inserted. Cole moaned as it was inserted. “That’s alright, you’ll get used to them, especially when we start letting the bigger guys at ya. But for now, lets get something in that belly. It’s feeding time.” A few moments later, Cole was aware that something was happening at the tube above his mouth. Air began to flow through the cannula at his nose, except it wasn’t just air, there was something funny about it. Cole’s entire body began to relax and went slack. Suddenly, liquid was flowing down his throat from the tube. He would have choked but the air had relaxed his gag reflex and he wondered passively what exactly was happening to him. ——- Part 4 soon

Took a total of seven loads from six different guys this weekend. I have been quite inactive sexually during the winter months here in Australia and with the monkey pox running around, I have been quite hesitant to have any fun. The weather was warm over the weekend and I had a bit of free time so decided to go on a sexual spree at my local park, advertising myself on Squirt. On Saturday, 1. First guy had a fairly small dick and he kept trying to push it into my ass with many unsuccessful attempts. Decided to walk away but then he got it in on the last try and came almost instantly. Nice way to lube my ass. 2. Second guy was very cute but wouldn’t let me suck his dick. Started fingering my cum hole, turned me around, and started fucking me. Didn’t last as long as I wanted (maybe less than a minute), but secured the second load. 3. I heard the third guy came into the toilet but didn’t get a chance to turn around to see him when he pulled down my pants, fingered my hole, and insert his dick. Lasted quite a while and moaned loudly as he unloaded. I had to meet a friend for dinner straight afterwards and had a wet patch in my pants after dinner. On Sunday, at the same cruising park, in the toilet block, 4. Meet this hot man with a fairly angry face. Had a good size dick though and felt really good in my mouth. I put a bit of spit on my fingers and started lubbing my ass with it. He got the hint, turned me around, started fucking me. He lasted about a minute but could definitely feel his cumshot inside me. 5. There was a man inside the glory hole cubicle in the same toilet block so I put my finger through the hole and he put his dick through, nice and hard, sucked it for a bit and turned myself around and put my sloppy ass onto it. His dick was average sized and the hole in the wall reduced the length even further so only the head and a bit of the length went inside me, felt a bit dry, but when he pulled out, I heard cum splattering on the floor, so not sure if he had cum when he pulled out or it was the previously guy’s cum :// 6. Had advertised myself on Squirt several hours before and about seven men said they were planning to come to unload, but only one person came through, a New Zealander with a huge thick (9 inch?) cock. Very tall, muscular, and dominant. Pushed me against the wall and forced his big dick into me. It was quite painful as he started to pound me really hard, more than I would have liked, but I thought about my role as a cumdump to serve men like him, and the pain turned to pleasure. Came into me once, pushing his cock very deep inside me. When he pulled out, he let the man #5 to have his turn. My hole was so loose that I didn’t really feel man #5’s dick, sadly, and he must have felt the same, for he pulled out and left shortly after. The New Zealander went for round two almost immediately and came after a few minutes. 7. I stuck around for a bit hoping that the other six men who said they would come, come, but they didn’t. As I was about to leave, I spot another man walking towards the toilet, so I followed him. It was getting dark now so couldn’t really see him properly. He pulled out his dick and I started sucking it, but it never got hard enough to fuck so after a few minutes, I thanked him, got up and left. All in all, a great start to the Spring time here in Australia.

New to the group so Hi everyone, slim smooth hung total bottom lad here. My last load was a daddy from Grindr wanted to meet me, but neither of us could accom, so he suggested the back of his van, I said why not. I got in the back, he had me on all fours in my jock rimming my smooth hole till it was all wet then shoved his daddy dick in me, pounded me senseless with his big dick until he shot a huge load in me, as I drove home my shorts were wet where the load was dripping out.

Part 1- Discovery ”What’s going on?”. Cole shook his head, trying to dispense the fog in his brain. He was struck with a searing pain in his left ear. “What the fuck?”. His earring stud was gone, it felt a lot heavier. He realized he was naked, laying on a cold cement floor. “Where am I?” Cole was 27. He had always considered himself average, though his brain got him places. An overachiever, he had gotten his degree in chemistry, then his masters in engineering. Until a few weeks ago, he had been living in the city with his boyfriend of nearly three years. Then the breakdown came: he found out his boyfriend had been sleeping around, his friends knew about it and hadn’t said anything, and the stress of work got to be too much. He snapped. His old college roommate found him wandering the subway with no shirt not knowing where he was. His parents came and got him, now he was living on the family ranch in the middle of nowhere Vermont. Besides his intelligence, Cole had always considered himself average. Standing at about 6’4, 230lbs, he didn’t consider himself a bear or cub, just some sort of awkward penguin. He had gotten a couple of tattoos at 18 when he was younger and dumb, and for his 25th birthday got his nipples pierced (though those had been removed due to a series of MRI’s when he got sick). In college everyone had always assumed he was a top, but really he loved bottoming, though his now ex hadn’t satisfied him in months. ”Where am I?” It was dark, and he tried to think back to his last memories. “Jesus, he got me drunk”. In an attempt to get back to feeling normal, Cole had accepted a dinner invitation from a guy. He wasn’t much to look at, a little older, but Cole figured he needed to try to get back to a normal life and accepted the invite. They met at the one pub in town. He was actually very casual and nice. But he kept buying drinks. Late in the evening Cole remembered excusing himself and ordering a car, but didn’t remember anything after that. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he realized he was in a barn. There were noises around him but he couldn’t see much else. He was in a stall originally designed for restraining cows for milking, but it had been converted into a paddock. As he stood up, he felt the collar around his neck, and realized he was shackled to a chain bolted into the ceiling beyond his sight above him. “Fuck me”, he muttered out loud. “Oh, we’ll get to that”, a deep voice responded. Cole jumped. Out of the gloom, a man appeared. He was impossible to describe. He wasn’t the man Cole had gone out with. He had a shaved head but a massive beard. Even though he wore black jeans with boots and a black T-shirt, his tattoos didn’t leave much to the imagination; as they covered his neck and disappeared beneath the shirt, popping out underneath the sleeves and covering the rest of his body, Cole assumed. ”Where am I? Who are you!?”, Cole demanded. “I’m the Farmer. And don’t worry about where you are. There isn’t anyone for a hundred miles. It may as well be Canada.” The man didn’t smile or even frown. There was no expression. “Let’s get started”. Cole felt actual visceral fear for the first time in his life. ———- Let me know thoughts. Part Two coming soon.

You nailed it in your title - “exciting”. Even since Adam and Eve reached for that apple in the Garden of Eden, the forbidden fruit has always been the more alluring. Why do people taunt Death by scaling the most dangerous mountains? Throw themselves out of aircraft in the knowledge their parachute could fail? Swim with sharks? The list is endless. Danger is an aphrodisiac. It always has been. Time was AIDS was an almost guaranteed death sentence. Now, thanks to medical science, we can poke that rattlesnake with a stick knowing it probably won’t kill us. But it still could. And I think that’s what makes it exciting to some. There’s nothing wrong or hypocritical about you. You’re just human, with human desires.

Nothing that I can think of as imaginative as you clever guys, but there was a time when I could shove my balls up my ass. I had been vacuum pumping regularly for quite a few years and I had developed some pretty impressive low hangers. That led to longer and longer ball stretchers until I was able to lube up my balls and shove them up my ass. Part of the ball stretcher, too.

I don't believe you're a hypocrite. I believe you're attracted to the lure of [banned word]. The same thing that draws some you cheat or do something that's considered outside their norm. I'm poz undetectable not that I was chasing more fucked around and wasn't as cautious. But I get turned on by PnP stories though I'd never try it (addiction tends to run strong in my family) A healthy dose of fantasy is ok and healthy. If you can find a partner that's willing to indulge you in poz talk during sex may heighten the fantasy. Most importantly recognize how one's fantasies are effecting one self. Say you can only get off unless you get poz talk would be a problem. Though I don't think that's would be a problem for you. And most importantly enjoy yourself without over indulging

Part 12: Will Meets the Third Member “You’re back,” Dominic exclaimed. He was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a jock strap. It was good to see him. It was good to see so much of him. “One of these days, you’re going to open your door like that, and it’s going to be a scout selling cookies,” I told him. “Until then, get in here. I’ve got a surprise for you.” “I’ve got one for you,” I told him. “Is it about your brother?” I nodded. “What happened?” “I fucked him a few times,” I told him, noticing his hand reaching down and fondling his jock which was straining to hold his cock. “I tried to wear a condom so I didn’t poz him.” Dominic shivered, sticking out his tongue. “I hate even hearing the word ‘condom.’” “Well, he took one and poked holes in it so it would rip.” Dominic’s hand stopped moving, his dick shooting straight out at me, a bead of precum flying out and landing on the front of my pants. “He stealthed you?” “Not like you did,” I said, trying not to sound harsh, “but, yes.” “Why?” “He said he likes risks, and he saw this as a hot risk to take.” “God,” Dominic said. “I need to meet this brother.” “M. E. E. T?” I asked. “Or M. E. A. T?” “Both, definitely both.” “I’d rather not talk about it right now,” I told him. “Are you feeling guilty?” he asked. “If he ends up poz, it’s because he wanted it. You said he knew it was you at the glory hole. He still had you suck his dick. When are you going to realize that everything that happened was because he wanted it to happen?” I knew Dominic was right. Still, I couldn’t understand the situation. I didn’t know what I would do if I got a call from Jay, telling me that I’d pozzed him. Would he even try to hide it? “I missed you,” he finally said, leaning in and kissing me. I had missed his lips. I had missed his voice. I could feel his erection pressed against my leg. I had missed his dick. “Now, about your surprise.” “If it’s piercing my dick,” I started, “I’m still not sure if I’m ready for that, especially tonight.” “It’s not that,” he assured me. “Something happened while you were gone.” “What do you mean?” “You told me to behave,” he said. “And I tried my best. I really did. It wasn’t entirely my idea, but, admittedly, I didn’t put up too much of a fight in the end.” “What are you talking about?” “I think I just need to show you,” he said, taking my hand. He led me back toward his bedroom where the door was closed. “Now, just remember what I said, and know that this was entirely his idea. He knew what he was getting into.” “He who?” I asked. Dominic opened the door, revealing a naked man on the bed, his arms and legs outstretched, tied to the four corners. “Pastor Kline?” I said, my voice catching in my throat. “Welcome back, Will,” he said, a huge grin on his face. I slammed the door shut, pulling Dominic away from his bedroom. “What the fuck, Dom?” “Let me explain.” “I told you not to go after him.” “I didn’t.” “He’s naked in your bed.” “He came after me.” “Do you really expect me to believe that?” “Yes,” he said. “I told you that I thought he was secretly gay. I’ve watched the way he talks to you. Not only that, but I watch the way he talks to half of the men at your church, and he practically salivates over them. I swear, the one time the three of us were talking, he started getting a boner.” “He’s married.” “He doesn’t lover her,” Dominic said. “He told me. He said he married her because he felt like he needed a wife. He’s been jerking off to gay porn for decades. That’s the only way he’s been able to fuck her and have any kids.” “How did he end up here?” “He stopped me after church on Sunday, saying he wanted to talk. I couldn’t say no. I’m still keeping up appearances. We met at his office and he asked me questions about myself. Am I married? Am I in a relationship? Was I sexually active? Then he asked about us.” “About us?” “He said he noticed that we were getting really close,” Dominic said. “I guess me coming over to your apartment after you started converting tipped him off.” “Are you sure you didn’t open your door wearing only this?” I asked, pointing at his jock. “He threw himself at me,” Dominic said. “Almost literally. He locked his office door and started circling around me. He said he knew I was gay and thought that you were too. I thought he was trying to blackmail you or something. When I tried to stop him, he said he was attracted to me and then rubbed his hand over my crotch.” “Pastor Kline did that?” “The man’s got a good grip,” he said. “He’s a good kisser, too.” “You kissed him?” “He’s naked in my bed, Will. Yeah, I kissed him. Well, he kissed me.” “In his office?” “His secretary almost caught us.” “I don’t believe this,” I said, taking a seat. The realization that I had just seen Pastor Kline naked hadn’t completely hit me yet. I had been in so much shock that I hadn’t noticed anything other than his face. As I imagined going back to open the door, peaking at the rest of his body, I found myself getting hard. I remembered when Pastor Kline had first interviewed me. He had said that I was attractive. There were also other times when I thought I could feel him staring at me. Originally, I thought he had been judging me, trying to see if I was good at my job. Now, I realized he had been checking me out. “Have you,” I started, trying to form my thoughts, “fucked him?” “Not yet,” Dominic said. “Really?” I asked. “Wait, does he know that you’re poz?” “He does,” Dominic said. “Is that why you haven’t fucked him?” “He wants to be pozzed,” Dominic said. “Just not by me.” There was moment of silence between us as I realized why I was finding Pastor Kline in Dominic’s bed on the day I arrived back home. “He’s been waiting for you to get back all day,” Dominic told me. “He says he wants you to poz him.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re sure he knows what pozzing is?” “More than what you knew when I pozzed you.” “I can’t get my head around this,” I said. “I mean, he’s my boss. He’s Pastor Kline. The man looks a bit like my dad.” “You did just fuck your brother,” he reminded me. The idea of fucking Pastor Kline, while initially horrifying, was sounding hotter and hotter with each passing second. Not only would I be pozzing someone, it would be a married man. It would be the lead pastor of our church. Two pastors fucking. “Looks like your mind is made up,” Dominic said, pointing down at my crotch. My dick was bulging against my pants. He was right. I knew what I wanted. I stripped off my clothes and followed Dominic back to his bedroom. “Have we come to a decision?” Pastor Kline asked as the door opened and Dominic entered inside. Upon seeing me, naked and sporting a boner, a large smile spread across Pastor Kline’s face. “Looks like we have. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” “You’re sure you want this?” I asked, rubbing my dick, precum oozing out. “You see this tattoo on my chest. It’s the same one that Dominic has. It means we’re poz. We’re HIV positive. If I fuck you, you’ll be infected and you’ll be poz too. Is that what you want, Pastor Kline?” “Call me Mark,” he said. “And yes. It’s what I fucking want. I want you to fuck me and cum inside my hole, knocking me up with your poz babies.” My dick jerked at the sound. “We don’t wear condoms,” I said. “I don’t want anything between us, Will,” he said. “I want to feel your cock slide into me, tearing me open, making me bleed.” “My dick is eight inches,” I said. “Dominic is ten.” “That’s the size of a real man’s dick,” Pastor Kline said. “Eight inches. Ten inches. Whatever.” “How big is your dick?” Dominic asked. “Not even five inches,” he said. “It’s not worth fucking with. I don’t want to use it again. If I could lock it up and throw away the key, I would.” “That could be arranged,” Dominic said, winking at me. “You want me to be the one to poz you?” I asked, stepping closer to the bed. “Yes, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “I want your cum in my ass. I want your strain in my veins. I want you to claim me. Both of you. I’ll be your faggot pig whenever you want. I’ll take all your loads. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Please, fuck me.” “We will,” Dominic said. “You won’t leave here without having several loads of poz cum in your ass.” “Exactly what I want to fucking hear,” Pastor Kline said. “Will,” Dominic said, “go to the fridge and get my special lube. I’ll undue his legs so we can fuck him properly.” I nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted. In the fridge I found a water bottle in which there were several loads of poz cum collected. I opened it and smelled the sweet scent of cum. It made my mouth water. As I returned, I found Pastor Kline’s ankles free, the ties that had him secure now holding his legs up, exposing his hairy hole. His body was covered in gray hair. Even though he was older, I could tell that he took care of himself. He wasn’t muscular, but I could tell that he had at one point been a very attractive man. To be honest, he still was. “You know, Mark,” Dominic started, “the last ass Will fucked belonged to his brother.” Pastor Kline’s eyes grew wide. He looked to me for confirmation. “I was his first gay fuck,” I said. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. “I need you to fuck me. I need your cum in my hole. I want to feel you shoot deep inside, filling my guts.” “You’ll get it,” Dominic said. “As Will fucks you, I’ll be fucking Will. As he cums, I’ll cum. All that I have given him will go from me and into him, and from him into you. Your corruption will be complete.” “Do it,” he said. “Claim me.” “We will,” I said, crawling onto the bed. I poured some of the cum from the water bottle onto his balls, watching as it dripped down to his hole. I stuck my fingers inside, forcing him open. “You want it rough?” “I want you to hurt me,” Pastor Kline said. “Make me bleed.” I had three fingers inside of him, twisting, scraping his insides. His body shook, balls jumping into his body. His dick tried to get hard, but as I watched it grow, I saw that it could only get semi-hard. “What a pathetic excuse for a dick,” I said, taking it with my other hand. “Can’t even get it hard.” “Worthless piece of flesh,” Dominic agreed. “Not worth shooting cum.” “It won’t have to,” I said. “Right, Mark?” “Not unless you tell me to,” Pastor Kline said. “When was the last time you fucked someone?” Dominic asked. “It’s been years since I fucked my wife.” “When did you last jerk off?” “This morning,” he said. “But hardly anything came out.” “That’s because your body knows that you’re made to be fucked and nothing else.” “Only to be fucked by real men,” Pastor Kline added. “Men like you.” “Are you ready?” I asked him. “Are you ready for my dick?” “I’ve been ready since the day I first met you,” he said. I removed my fingers, spotting traces of blood on my skin. I held them out for Pastor Kline to see. “You’re open now,” I told him. “Everything we put inside you will infect you. There’ll be no stopping it.” “Do it,” he moaned. “Go deep.” I poured more of the cum on his hole and into my hand, lubing up my dick before I slammed it inside. “Fuck,” Pastor Kline shouted, his body shaking, trying to move away from my intruding dick. “Fuck, you’re huge. It hurts.” “Let it hurt,” I said, forcing more of my dick inside. I watched his eyes as I kept pushing further into his body until his balls were pressed against my pubes. “Feel all that. That’s all my dick filling you.” “God, I feel it. I feel you inside me. I’ve never left this full. I’ve never felt this good.” I started pulling out, watching as blood streaked across my skin. Once only my head remained inside, I forced myself back inside, causing his body to jump again. “Are you ready for me, Son?” Dominic asked, his hard dick bobbing around in search of a hole. “I’m ready, Daddy,” I said, reaching back and pulling my cheeks apart, revealing my hole. “Fuck my cum out of me and into his body.” “Fuck,” Dominic said, lubing up his dick and invading my hole. It had been too long since his cock was last inside me. As he filled me, I felt at home, never wanting a day to go by without him inside me. As he bottomed out, I found my dick growing harder in Pastor Kline’s hole. As Dominic picked up his pace, he was slamming me into Pastor Kline, my body moving between them, milking my dick and Dominic’s at the same time. “Fuck, I’ve never felt this right in my life,” Pastor Kline cried out. I reached forward and grabbed his nipples, twisting them and extracting a loud moan. “I want to hear you groan,” I said, my dick hitting into his prostate, causing a bead of his precum to pearl over his piss slit. “What does your wife think you’re doing?” “She thinks I’m meeting with a church member.” “She has no idea the kind of slut her husband is.” “No idea, sir.” “I hear you have a son,” Dominic said, his words causing his dick to grow. “Is that right?” “Yes,” Pastor Kline said. “How old?” “Nineteen,” he said. “He’s at college.” “And does he have a girlfriend?” “No.” “Is that because he’s a faggot like his dad?” I asked. “Does your son secretly want dick?” “I don’t know,” Pastor Kline said. “I’ve fantasized about him fucking me and filling me with his own cum.” “How big is his dick?” “Bigger than mine,” he said. “Almost as big as Will.” “A real man,” Dominic said. “A real man created from the puny dick of a faggot.” “He’s so big,” Pastor Kline moaned. “He makes me proud having such a big dick to fuck with.” “Would you let him fuck you?” “Yes.” “Would you bring him to us so that we can fuck him?” Dominic asked. “Would you give us your son?” Pastor Kline’s eyes looked from Dominic to me, a hunger growing in his eyes. “Yes. Yes I would bring him to you. I would bring him here so that you could convert him, poz him, infect his body with your cum. I’d bring him so that you could make his balls toxic and his dick a weapon.” “That’s what we like to hear,” Dominic said, kissing my neck. “We’ll see what can be done.” ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoyed the chapter and blew a few loads. Pastor Kline's journey is only beginning.

We had been exchanging messages for several days. He'd actually first hit me up when I was waiting for the green light to go over to an FWB couple and breed them. I told him I'd fuck him, but I was saving my load, so he said we'd do it another time. Last night was the other time. We'd met up about a year ago, but hadn't been able to make anything work since. He's married and has kids, so it's tricky for him to schedule dick. He had to wait until his parents (who were in town for the weekend) went to bed. He didn't want them to become suspicious when he left. He didn't want to risk that they'd tell his wife (who was out of town with their kids visiting her own parents). By that point it was just past midnight, so I told him I'd leave my door unlocked. I sent him my address and said he should just come on in and wake me up, whenever he was able. Maybe an hour later, I was awakened by the sound of my door opening. I didn't bother getting up - I'd already let him know I'd be naked and in bed. It didn't take him long to find me. He stripped off in the nearly perfect darkness (just enough for silhouettes really). He pulled my blankets off me and started licking and sucking my cock. When I got rock hard, he stopped and moved up so he could straddle me chest. He put his cock to my mouth and told me to suck it. I was going to disappoint him. Usually I have a very strong gag reflex, and his cock was just above average in girth and length, but maybe it was the curve of the cock, my angle, or just my level of horniness, but for once I was able to consistently deep-throat a cock without any gagging. After several minutes, he said something magical. "Do you eat ass?" "Fuck yeah, I do!" This married father sat on my face, shoving my tongue and nose in his sweet, sweet ass. My rimming game isn't as strong as my sucking game, but I still had him writhing. He finally couldn't take anymore. He spat in his hand, reached back and grabbed my dick, and then he sat back on my cock. It took about a full minute to get me balls deep but once I was in, it was heavenly. I haven't had an ass that tight in a long time. He rode me cowboy style for only a few minutes before I couldn't take it any longer. Between his ass muscles milking my cock, feeling his hairy chest with my hands, and the long, passionate kisses he gave me, I was soon breeding his married ass. He rode me for another minute or so before collapsing on top of me. We shared another kiss and he finally rolled off me. I offered to get him off, but he said he'd already been gone long enough - he needed to get back home before anyone realized he was gone. I watched this dad pull his clothes back on and then he left. I left my door unlocked.

Anyone know who the dom top in this vid is? Extremely verbal and dominating to his sub, very hot! turns me on like nothing else!' [think before following links] https://dn3.newtumbl.com/img/932472/150194231/1/211975378/nT_6jzcpspnae7ttt4tpxu5btvp.mp4

When I was young, I used a six million dollar man doll, head first. I loved Steve Austin fucking me lol.

"I'm ready, Daddy. I'm ready for you to make love to my pussy." This boy knew what he wanted and I wasn't going to let him down. But before I popped his cherry, I had to taste that sweet Virgin pussy for myself. I instructed him to bend over the bed and spread his cheeks. I dove into that hole and never looked back. Sniffing, licking, tongue fucking that amazing pussy with all my mite. All the while, the boy moaned with pleasure, making sounds he probably didn't think could come out of him. "Uhh Daddy, I'm sorry," he said as I went up for air. "It felt too good and I came." I turned him around and gave him a deep kiss so he could enjoy the taste of his sweet boy puss in my mouth. I then assured him it was okay that he came. "Will you still make love to my pussy please?" He practically begged. I just smiled and positioned him on the bed. I laid him on his back and moved his hands to hold his legs up, giving full exposure to his beautiful hole. I intended to bring lube, but forgot in all the excitement. No worries, as I wiped the load of boy cum off his freshly shaven groin area. I used my fingers to rub it on and in his hole, adding to the juices I'd put there when eating him out. Then I found my pants on the floor and took a condom out of the pocket. Since my hands were covered in boy goo, I put the wrapper to my mouth to open it. "Uhh, Daddy. We don't use those." "What are you taking about boy?" "I'm Catholic. We don't believe in condoms. We're taught not to waste human seed." "What a good boy you are," I assured him as I threw the rubber to the floor. If he wanted me all of me, he was going to get it. I took my place beside the bed and lined my throbbing cock up with his boy hole, twitching in anticipation. I grabbed his left hand (the one now donning an "engagement" ring) and placed it around my cock. "Put it in, boy." He wasted no time putting the fat head of my cock inside his warm and inviting hole. Then another moan of pleasure came out his lips. I looked into his eyes as I slowly pushed my manhood inside. Fuck it felt amazing! His face reacted to the mixture of pleasure and pain, but the only words he spoke were, "Please don't stop daddy." So I didn't. I worked my cock all the way into his warm and wet sanctuary. I've fucked too many boy pussies to count but this one was better than any other. We worked our way into a rhythm with me pulling out to the head, then diving back in until my balls bounced against his flesh. We kissed. I sucked on his tits. I chewed on his neck. No matter what I did, he fucking loved it. At one point, our eye contact was broken as his little cock began to cum again. I reached down to collect his boy seed and put it in my mouth, then fed it to him via kiss. It tasted like paradise. Finally, I couldn't hold on. This was all too much for my loaded balls and they were ready to explode. Looking into his eyes I said, "Are you ready to be impregnated with my babies?" "Yes, daddy! Please cum in me!" My pace picked up and I plugged away at his pussy like a machine. Soon I felt a sensation deep inside my body, then I began to let out a growl. I kept pounding away at that little puss as stream after stream of my hot seed deposited deep inside him. When I couldn't go on any longer, I collapsed on top of him, my cock still holding in the cum. "Thank you daddy, I love you."

Part 2- Preparation ”Fuck!” Cole shouted. The Farmer had pressed a button and the chain connected to the ceiling pulled up, pulling his neck taught. He was able to briefly reach up and feel his ear. “Oh god”. Cole knew now why his ear hurt and felt heavy. Someone had replaced his ear stud with a livestock tag, the kind given to cows or pigs to keep track of them. ”Quiet”, the man grumbled. He opened the paddock. It was larger than Cole had realized originally. The Farmer grabbed the chain and dragged Cole to the other side, near the front (or back). “Lean back”, the man said. He didn’t give Cole much choice. He fell back into a piece of rough leather. The man secured his ankles and hands. Cole realized he was locked into a sling. Suddenly the man appeared with a leather hood, and put it around Cole’s head. He couldn’t see or hear anything now. Suddenly the nostrils were plugged with a nasal cannula. Cole hoped it was for oxygen. The next sensation was the mouth piece opening, and a tube being inserted in his mouth. There was no way to discharge it. Suddenly, he felt cold liquid on his cock, and then something burning as the man inserted an object into his urethra. As it went further in, Cole suddenly felt himself pissing, and realized it was a catheter. Cole thought that was it. Several minutes had passed, and nothing happened. He was wrong. He suddenly felt something greasy being applied to his exposed hole, and then something roughly shoved in. He yelled but due to the tube in his mouth, all he could do was bite down and quietly yell. The pressure stopped and Cole felt whatever it was pop into his ass, lodged there. —— Part 3 coming soon

I’m hosting in Louisville tonight, and have so far had three (3) men say either “On my way” or OMW and then not show up. In two of the three cases I could watch the locator distance sit at precisely the same number, meaning they didn’t even budge. Why, why, why the fuck do men do this? It absolutely baffles me, yet it’s become so common it’s epidemic. It’s as though somehow “on my way” has taken on the meaning of “not on my way”. The trouble is, some people do use it the original way, which means now the term is useless because you can’t know which it means at any given time. Men - for the live of all that’s cock-shaped, QUIT SAYING ‘ON MY WAY’ IF YOU’RE NOT COMING. IT’S A DICK MOVE.

I've done cucumbers, carrots, toothbrushes, beer bottles, hair brush handles, shampoo bottles, body spray containers, etc. Really anything long and cylindrical.

If we've moved to bartenders... Back in the day when the upper level of the Phoenix (NOLA) was pretty wide open, I spent an evening slipping under the bar to drink the barman's piss so he never had to fight the crowds in the bathroom having sex.

I'm thinking these as a top, mostly about anal sex. Not hitiing, punching, slapping or anything just the penetration. I don't wanna be an asshole and make the other guy hurt but I'd love to fuck the hell out of my bottom (but I dont want him to be in pain so I pull back) I do love to throat fuck however, make his face red and make him drool.

I've been to CumUnion at Clubhouse 2 on trips to FTL and have enjoyed solid use while there. I also recommend the 321 Slammer sex club. Having Cumunion at a bathhouse that doesn't close only means you may see a higher turnout since the sex continues even though the evet officially ends. Last one i want to there I got some solid breeding use an wound up flip fisting with a guy after the event ended but we kept on having sex. Clubhouse 2 is a smaller venue but still has showers, steam room sauna, hot tub and open sex areas as well as personal rooms (i never get one because i'm an exhibitionist whore)

that's Owen Hawk of Raw Fuck Club.

My last load was three days ago bent over my workbench and on the phone with my neighbor while my partner pulled my shorts down and ate my ass and then fucked me like a dog. we both have a hard on for our str8t neighbor

So I have been staying in hotels recently while I am getting my kitchen and bathrooms upgraded.iwas staying in nice hotel but not getting any loads.so I went to the seedy hotels and I came across a goldmine of homeless young legal age guys. I hit up on this one guy good looking and in need of a shower and pubic trim.i was very generous for him and he let me shave his pubes both front and rear. He told me that he only breeds and he will give me plenty of his cum. He was a good fuck and he came in my hole within 5 minutes didn't pull out and came in me 3more times.my ass was leaking his loads and he liked playing with his cum in my ass, every so often he would scratch my insides with his index finger and I was bleeding.he put in my biggest butt plug in my hole, first time for that one. When he finished inserting the plug he asked me if I liked having his toxic cum in my hole.he said that he found out last week and he has fucked just about every young homeless guy a couple times.i looked at him and I said thank you can I get more. He pulled out a device and admin it on him and Drew it back and he admin it to me...

Went on to Grindr to check out what cocks we’re looking to breed, got lucky as a 19 year old was in town with his family and stay at a hotel near by, I messaged and at first he wasn’t interested due to me being much much older than him (fair enough) but he messaged back as he had found anyone and only had the 2 hours alone in his hotel room before his family would be back from where ever they were (didn’t ask didn’t care) I drove over once I got the go ahead and went to his room met him good looking kid and even better bigger cock sucked him and then just got on the bed and asked him to fucked and breed me, he was cautious at first as he only wanted a blowjob but I got him hard and horny enough to want to fuck and then he did the classic young top thing where he began asking questions as if interviewing me to make sure I was negative and clean which didn’t matter since I could just say what he wants to hear and then finally convinced him to Shove it in and once his bare cock enter it was game on he began moaning and pounding me and he could fuck and shot his load as deep as he could inside me and I left right after since he didn’t want to get caught all in all a good day

Got bred by two older guys this afternoon who were visiting Halifax from the states. Both tall and hot. Beefy guy had a thick 7" and the slimmer toned guy had a big 9". My bf is out of town and have been looking for cock all day. Got bred and loaded by both of them and rode the 9" guy like it was the last cock I'd ever take. Was super fucking hot and the 9" guy kept whispering slutty shit in my ears. Turned me on so much. Fucking love older daddies who love to breed as much as I do

Hi, Im Lee, and this is my story. I should say up front that I'm not a writer - so please don't expect everything to be themed and told in any sort of order. I started writing this because I was bored out of my fucking mind during lockdown, and I've just written encounters down as I've thought of them. Like I said, my name is Lee. I'm 32 years old and I run a lettings agency in west London. I've owned the business for about seven years now and, though I say it myself, I've made it into a really sucessful business. Outside work I play sport and I volunteer for a couple of charities. Oh, and I'm HIV positive and not on any meds. That's a bit of a long story and I might tell you about that another time. I was diagnosed about seven years ago - just after I had taken over the business. I suppose I felt a number of things when I was diagnosed - some expected and some unexpected. The most unexpected thing was how horny it made me. It seemed like my dick was permanently hard and I just wanted to fuck as many lads as I could - and actually that's more or less what I did and and pretty much what I've been doing ever since. Here's the deal. I don't stealth anyone - any guy who gets my load up his cunt knows he's going to get it. I don't lie either - if anyone asks me about my status I will tell them - but if they don't ask, I don't tell. I'm a top, I love to fuck and I don't like condoms. That's about it really. Well, let's say I'm mostly a top - if the truth be told, the more I've had to drink, the more likely you are to find me with my arse in the air, but I'm a top most of the time. I think I'm an ordinary looking guy but, though I say it myself, I do have quite a sizeable cock and I pack the front of my trousers out pretty well, even when my dick is soft. That's led to a lot of opportunities when I've seen guys checking out - I'm not shy about going for it and pretty soon one thing leads to another. That's true at work too. The business is quite a small business and so I do a lot of the property viewings, inspections and end of tenancy visits myself. We act for a number of landlords and the property portfolio consists of a lot of student flats and houses, some very high end flats and various other properties in and around west London. I know a lot of people think you should't mix business with pleasure but I have to be honest - I've had so much sex through work. You'd be surprised how often I find some lad checking out my crotch when I'm showing a flat. Sometimes its one of a group of students, sometimes it's the father of one of the students and very often it's one half a couple who are viewing a property together - and this applies to both gay and straight couples. When I've finished a viewing, I always give out my card and say if they have any questions or want a second viewing or anything they just need to call me. If I've noticed anyone checking me out, I give them a card with my personal mobile number written on it and you'd be surprised how many calls I get and how many times I get to enjoy a horny bareback fuck with no one any the wiser and more often than not, no questions asked. One time we took on the management of a flat just outside our area in south London. It was a nice flat but the parking around about it was terrible - London parking at it's worst. The first few times I went there I had to park miles away and then I noticed that there was a council estate just on the other side of the block which, unlike everywhere else around it, didn't appear to have controlled parking and I started parking in there. I got a couple of dirty looks from the residents and knew I probably shouldn't continue parking there but it was so convvenient I did - and then one day I got challenged. The guy who challenged me looked to be in his mid 30s - he was slim, dark haired and actually quite good looking. He was obviously nervous and had clearly taken his courage in both hands to challenge me. He was brick red but explained that the parking was for residents only and when people from outside parked there it made it harder for people who lived there. He told me he was a nurse who worked shifts and said it was really inconvenient if he couldn't get parked. When he finished tallkng he looked at me and I could tell he was nervous about my reaction so I smiled at him and told him he was quite right to call me out and I apologised for being selfish and told him I wouldn't park there again. He was a bit taken aback. "Oh, well.....I suppose it's not that big a deal," he said, with a smile. I held out my hand "I'm Lee," I said. He shook my hand. "I'm David". I had noticed him checking out the front of my trousers by now and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. There was no mistaking it now - he was definitely checking me out so I decided to go for it. I spread my legs a bit to give him a better view and he asked nervously if I would like a cold drink as it was such a hot afternoon. I said that would be great and soon I was following him up to the second floor of one of the blocks. I could tell he was nervous as he handed me a (very welcome) cold drink and guessed I would have to make the first move so I pulled him towards me and soon we were kissing. A few minutes later, my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. It was just what I needed and I must say he did it really well. I could easily have let him blow me until I unloaded in his mouth but I wanted to see if he was willing to go any further. I pulled him up and soon I was going down on him. I sucked his cock for a while and then turned him round. He bent over the kitchen counter and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Along with fucking, licking arse is definitely my favourite thing. I love pulling a guys cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up him, knowing that I'm soon going to be pushing my raw cock up there. David's arse was a little hairy and I enjoyed licking it and judging by the moans he was giving out, he was enjoying it as much as me. I stood up and began to rub my cock against his hole. He pulled back then. "Oh...." he said, "I can't....I...I've got a partner..." His voice tailed off as I pushed the head of my cock against his arse again. "I really want to fuck you," I said and he moaned. I knew he wanted it too but then he said "We have to use a condom." I told him I didn't like condoms and he moaned again. "I....I can't,,,,,not without a condom." I told him that was fine and said I totally respected his decision and said we didn't have to fuck. I've found to this to be a very effective strategy over the years in getting lads to fuck without a condom - especially when they're really horny for it as this guy was - I've found that so many safe only guys will fuck bare rather than miss out on a fuck if they're horny enough and this guy was no exception. He said hesitatingly "Well, maybe just for a little while...."and a few minutes later he was bent over the kitchen table and my bare cock was pushing up his arse. He pushed his arse out further and moaned as I began to fuck him. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Fuck me.....fuck me!" I could tell he was really horny and guessed that his boyfriend probably hadn't given him one for a while. He was still moaning as I began to fuck him harder and I guessed that he hadn't expected to end up bent over the kitchen table with his pants down and a bare cock up his arse when he came out to speak to me about parking on the estate. I was enjoying every minute of the fuck, expecting him to ask me to pull out soon but he didn't. I was getting close now and told him so but he didn't react and I kept fucking him. After another ten or twelve thrusts I could feel myself starting to cum and I told him so. "Do it..." he moaned, "Fucking do it!" I hadn't cum for several days and seconds later I was pumping what I knew was a massive load up his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming - I really bred him. When I had pulled out he stood up and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "I really needed that!" he said with a grin. Then he reddened a bit and said he didn't normally cheat on his partner like this. I said we're all human and he grinned again. I don't think it occurred to him that I had just pumped a toxic load up him. I didn't have to visit that particular flat for a while after that but a few months later I was doing the property inspection and I parked on the council estate again. When I returned to my car, a group of four lads in trackie bottoms and T shirts who looked to be in their late teens or early twenties were drinking in an entrance way just beside it. As I approached my car they started shouting at me and calling me a posh cunt and telling me to fuck off out their estate. I'm not easily intimidated so I tried to ignore them and got into my car and started it up. They were making wanking signs now and as I moved off one of them, a dark haired lad in a football top, turned round, dropped his pants and bared his arse at me. I grinned - he had a nice arse - and then just as I had pulled away there was a crash as one of the other lads threw a full can of beer at my car with some force. I was not grinning now and kept driving. I stopped a few miles away to survey the damage - the rear light of the car was smashed and the bodywork dented quite badly. I was really pissed off - I was proud of my car and I had bought it when the business started to make some money - but much as I love cars, I understand they are inanimate objects and can be repaired so I just booked it in to a body repair shop. It wasn't cheap. I didn't park on the council estate again - I guess you could say I had finally learned my lesson - and I found somewhere to park a bit further away on the edge of some woodland. It was about three weeks later that I was walking back to my car when I heard someone calling to me. I turned round and saw it was one of the lads from the council estate - a tall blond lad. I didn't want any trouble so I started walking faster. "Wait," he called and then added "Please." I turned round and he caught up with me. "I'm sorry," he said "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." he said. "It was stupid and I'm really sorry I did it." I realised he was telling me it was him who threw the can at my car. I was really tempted to tell him to fuck off but I could see in his eyes that he genuinely seemed to be troubled about what had happened. He was a bit nervous now "Look," he said, "I don't have any money, but maybe I could buy you a drink or something?" I looked at him and he reddened "Just to say sorry, you know." I relented "How about I buy you one?" I said and a few minutes later we were in a bar on the main road near the estate. I bought him a lager and myself a soft drink (I was driving) and we talked. He told me his name was Robert and he was 20. He was employed part time but didn't earn very much money and he had recently split up with his girlfriend. On the second drink he told me that he had a two year old daughter but his ex girlfriend was being difficult and not allowing him proper access. He told me he was really sorry he had behaved like such a prick and wished he could pay for the damage to my car. I told him not to worry about it - It was repaired and I was not concerned about it. On the third drink he asked about me and did not seem particulary surprised when I told him I was gay. He asked if I had a partner and I told him I didn't. Robert picked up his lager which was half full and downed it in one. He grinned and said he needed to go for a piss. I said I did too and we made our way to the toilet. Soon we were standing at the urinal together and I could see Robert was checking out my cock as he pissed like a racehorse. A short time later we were in a cubicle and Robert was sitting on the toilet and I was standing in front of him. He unzipped my smart work trousers and pulled them down along with my pants and soon he was sucking my cock. He sucked me quite well and I couldn't help wondering just how straight he was. He certainly did not resist when I pulled him up. I wanked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. WIthout a word, he turned round, pulled his pants right down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. It wasn't very fresh, but in fairness he probably hadn't been expecting anyone to stick their tongue up it and I didn't really care anyway. I licked his arse for a while and then reached into my pocket for the little pack of lube I always have somewhere about my person. Robert did not resist as I pushed my cock into him - he just gave a little grunt and soon my cock was right up him. I began to fuck him - turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that we were fucking in the toilet of a run down straight pub. The toilet was not very clean and it smelled very strongly of piss, but somehow this just turned me on even more and before long I was getting close to cumming. "I'm close," I panted and he asked if I was going to cum in him. "Do you want me to?" I asked and he nodded. I didn't hold back and soon I was pumping a nice big load of cum into his arse. When I had finished cumming, Robert stood up, took hold of his cock and began to wank. I fingered his cummy hole as he wanked and before long he was shooting a big load of cum down the tiled wall of the cubicle. He griined at me. "You've done that before!" I said and he shrugged "Now and then" he said. "Do you like it?" I asked and Robert nodded and grinned at me again. I didn't have cause to visit that area for a while after that and the only other time I visited the council estate was one afternoon when I badly needed to piss. I remembered there a little wooded area behind a brick shed on the estate and I figured that it wouldn't do any harm just to quickly take a piss there on the way past - and to be honest it was either that or wet my pants and I didn't want to do that. A few minutes later I was mid way through a much needed piss behind the shed when I sensed that I was not alone. I turned and found a dark haired young lad of about 18 or 19 watching me. He was dressed in a polo shirt and work trousers and I saw from his badge that his name was Reece and he was part of the council's Estate Services Team. I had seen members of the team on the estate now and then, cleaning and tidying the garden areas. Reece was staring openly at my cock and I pulled back a bit to give him a better view as I finished pissing. It wasn't long before my cock was in his mouth and I was enjoying a really good blow job. This lad may have been young but he certainly knew what he was doing - it was one of the best blow jobs I had had in ages. I let him suck me for a while longer and then pulled him up. He didn't take much persuading to drop his pants for me and soon he was leaning against the brick shed, his work trousers and his white underpants at his knees and my cock up his arse. He told me he wanted it hard and I gave it to him hard, before shooting my toxic load deep into his unprotected young arse. Shortly after this encounter, the landlord put his flat on the market and I had no cause to visit that area again - but I certainly had some horny fun when I was there and, as always, enjoyed every minute of it. I've also quite enjoyed writing this - if you like it, I'll write some more.

I really like Ranch Hands with Billy Berlin and Jesse Santana

Hey guys. Wonder who can help out? Before all the sites did their big purges, there used to be hot audio hypno/subliminal vids where over sounds of sex a voice would intone messages like, "you love cock, you're a slut, you crave bareback sex." Shit like that. They were way hot. I want to hopefully use this with someone in the near future, but can't seem to find them anymore. Does anyone know where to find some? Or have direct links? Would love the help my BZ friends!!

Completely naked in the warmer months. I usually leave socks on in the cooler months cause if my feet are cold the rest of my body is cold.

I'm a sub in the bedroom. So getting my greedy ass fucked and breed ALWAYS sounds appealing. There's something that's just primal and possessive about blasting a load in a hole. So getting mine filled really ticks off some boxes for a good fuck. As for the poz element? For me, I think it's the thought of being injected and changed. Something that's deeply personal and also ultimately submissive. Once a dick's inside my ass, I can't resist anything that the other guy does in there. Can't make him go fast or slow. Hard or soft. Be aggressive or passive. There aren't really any muscles strong enough to resist or deny what's happening. I don't have control. It's sub heaven. So having a poz top use me means that once he's entered, I'm helpless to him forcing a load deep up my ass and altering me, marking me permanently, with his DNA. He'll leave behind a part of himself that will forever stake his claim on me. I haven't gone through that yet. But that's a large part of my kink behind wanting a poz top to own my ass some day.

I’m also on prep with no plans to stop taking it and LOVE poz stories and vids. I think part of the attraction is rooted in the permanence of the illness health risk, similar to the permanence of a woman getting pregnant. I’ve also enjoyed being the first person that four different recently pozzed guys had sex with after their diagnosis. I didn’t do it because I wanted their first poz load, I didn’t know that was a thing. My hope was to casually prove that some of us really don’t care because most of these guys already were getting beaten down by the loud mouthed uneducated and scared guys.

I have used both alcohol (Vodka, if grain preferred) or mild dish soap. They are easily rinsed and lightly dry with a soft non-abrasive cloth. Be more careful with the bottom of them as that is where the laser reads the info. Working on putting mine on a flash drive as most DVD players have a spot for them and it gives you a great menu to choose from. Happy Labour Day!

I know who pozzed me, was scared when his clock went in by the time he came I so wanted that poz cum, loved getting pozzed and would not have it any other way now

it's not really sex if there's a condom. Men are programmed to share and spread their DNA. RAW IS LAW.

One more month to go for my castration. by this time Oct 3rd I will be sitting at home a new "Eunuch"

To these comments I will add: you say you don't want to become poz NOW - maybe in the future, but not now. Get on PrEP, if your test is negative. HIV infections are declining in general, and have been since PrEP became widely available, but it's still a crap shoot if you're having unprotected sex. If, and when, you someday decide you're ready to become poz, you've seriously considered all the crap that comes with it, and you're sure of your feelings, you can go off PrEP at that point and take your chances.

My tonsils are permanently enlarged. They're not a problem at all, though. In fact think they're an asset: when I deep throat a guy they go nuts and moan a lot. My throat probably feels so tight it's like a sphincter! 😜

Chapter 4 The Guy stared to move, and the Kid started to get off but the guy held him down, he had other ideas. He kept his cock up the Kid’s ass and stood up. This gave the Kid’s ass a strange feeling as he never moved around with anything up his ass. He decided he liked this new feeling The Guy bent the Kid over and said “ I have a little more for you “. The guy pushed the Kid over to where his head was almost between his knees. The other guys helped support the Kid in this new position. With that the guy stared to empty his bladder in the kid once again. The Kid cold feel the warmth and fullness that immediately overtook him. The Guy said “ Here is your second load of chem piss tonight. It should be stronger than the last. I want to see your young body wasted “. I plan on making some money on you tonight. The Kid wasn’t sure the meaning of what the guy was saying. In this position the chem filled blood was rushing to his head getting him spun back up and the piss that was now deep in his guts would be boosting that effect. Apparently, this guy knew one of the other ones and told him to give him his phone out of his pants pocket. The kid realized that the guy took off his shorts and was now naked from the waist down. The other guy got the ones phone and handed it to him. The guy asked the Kid how he was feeling, the Kid replied “ I am a little dizzy and getting really hot bent over “. All three guys smiled at this. They knew what was going on. The guys cock wasn’t hard any more but was still big enough to keep it logged in the Kids tight ass. The guy said to let the kid up. The Kid started to stand up and the guy said “ Take it slow, you don’t want me to slide out and let all that nice juice out, do you “ ? the Kid said a week “ No “ and straightened up. The guy pulled the kid tight and sat down again with his cock still firmly imbedded in the Kid’s rectum. With this movement the cum and piss was starting to gurgle in the Kid’s bowels and everyone heard it. The guy handed his phone to the one guy and told him to take some Pics. He told the guy to not show any faces just this youngster sitting on his lap with a cock in his ass. The guy took several pics from different angles and then handed the phone back to the guy. The guy looked thru them and then sad “ These will do fine, after all, you need to have pics of your merchandise your selling ”. the guy chuckled. The Kid wasn’t paying attention as to what the guy was saying, all he knew is he was really feeling good and the dizzy feeling wasn’t going away. He told the one guy he knew to go to his car and get his bag out of the back of it. while the guy was gone the one that the Kid was sitting on stared doing stuff with his phone. The other guy stared playing with the Kid’s cock that was showing signs of life again and commented on it. the other guy said that this Kid was a real treasure. He told the guy to grab the Kid’s nuts and give them a squeeze. The kid jerked when he felt his nuts getting worked and his ass instinctively contracted. The guy that as in his ass said “ Oh fuck. This isn’t the first time he got used “. He also said that he would make enough to get favors for the rest of the month. The Kid had no idea as to what the guy had planned, but by the end of the night his life would have new meanings.

Thanks daddybear! I figured this was a good way to bring Lamont in, I was going back and forth with how I would introduce him. And Weeble…well he hasn’t had an easy life, and yet he still manages to come back to being a happy, eager, beautiful soul. The Bravos would have brought him back eventually, but even though he doesn’t expect anything to happen with Wicomb, just having someone wanting to do something nice for HIM, spend time with him, just because they liked him fills him with happiness. Hell, not even Weeble’s parents care enough to come to his Wings pinning, much less call him to see how he’s doing. Weeble’s resilience is something that will push the Bravos to excel.

Learn how to breathe and reduce your stress levels. Trust me, the first time will feel overwhelming. Have an experienced ffisting top as your guide - and don't rush things. Also, start an appropriate diet. I put chia seeds and psyllium husks on my ceeal (a high-fibre one) - and learn how to clean out BEYOND clean (the diet will help you clean out more comprehensively).

I do not care bottoms filming me while i fuck them bareback and try to make them pregnant as long my face is not visible. Best porn is visiting the profile of a cumdump seeing your video online :)

This is one reason i gave up on safe sex. (The other was Tina...) All of the safe sex. neg guys that i went out with were sooooo boring and vanilla in bed. And the hot, sleazy, leather pigs were all poz. i gave up the bar and internet scene, and started hanging out at the bathhouse on a regular basis. it wasn't long before i was introduced to a variety of chems - - - which led to raw dick, lots of raunchy/kinky sex and converting. (Also, it's how and where i meT my husband!!!) Oink!

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

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

The first fucking I got at the nude campground sure set the tone for all the rest of the weekend. Some friends of mine liked going to this gay, nude campground and they were always talking about all the "fun" there was to be had at it. Well, it didn't take much convincing on their part before I was begging to go the next time, so the next holiday weekend (I think it was July 4th) we went. It was a very interesting and very liberating experience. Everyone just walked around nude during the day and lounged by the pool, etc. With a few occasional excursions into the woods for some sex. I just viewed it as a way to see everyone's equipment before hitting on them. There was this one couple that I was sort of drawn to-- one had a biker, leather look and one was very clean shaven. The biker had a fu-manchu biker stache, furry chest, and a thick cock with some low hangers. His partner was taller, thin, smooth, and had a dick that was enormous! (It's always the tall, thin ones, isn't it?) Anyway, I made sure I hung out and drank with them all day (when I wasn't hanging with my friends). Then evening rolled around... and that's when the fun began. The whole campground sort of parties in the evenings, and there is a lot of drinking. They make a special lemondade that will knock you on your ass if you aren't careful. And I wasn't careful. Boy did I get hammered! And the drunker I got, the more blatantly I flirted with the couple. Eventually I learned that they had a portable sling set up, and that they'd be more than willing to take turns fucking my hole, so I wandered off with them, while my friends watched me go. They knew what was cumming. Once at the sling, we all got to playing. I was kneeling and taking turns sucking their cocks, and they were working my nips and we all were having a grand old time. Then they put me in the sling. Biker guy kneeled and started tonguing the hell out of my ass, while Big Dick was feeding my mouth his enormous cock. He grew to about nine inches when all was said and done. Biker Guy wasn't bad either, at a respectable thick 7 inches... with a big head. Then came time for fucking. Big Dick was still fucking my mouth, but somehow he produced a bottle of poppers and he began feeding them to me like a good host. Biker Guy lubed up and said, "I'm gonna fuck you for awhile first, to get you opened up for that monster, ok?" I nodded my consent. Another snort of poppers and I feel his raw cock start to enter my ass. It felt fucking incredible. He sets up a fuck rhythm and the sling is swaying, helping him penetrate as far into my ass as possible. All the while I was working Big Dick's cock with my mouth. After ten minutes or so, Biker Guy says, "This is a sweet ass- you about read for a turn Paul?" Paul (Big Dick) pulls out of my mouth while Biker pulls out of my ass. And I gotta admit, I'm a bit nervous about Paul's dick size. But I'm also drunk and flying on poppers. What the fuck, right? Paul somehow produces a condom, and starts rolling it on his impressive tool. Biker sees me watching and says, "He's poz, so he's gonna wrap before fucking you... house rules." Biker and Paul switch positions, and Biker Guy starts feeding me poppers while Paul is lubing and trying to work his cock up into a fully hard state again. I start sucking Biker and Paul starts nosing that big cock around my ass. Unfortunately he is having a devil of a time getting hard enough to get in my hole, and he's losing erection by the moment. We try this for while longer, but it just isn't working. Paul suggests switching again, so they do. Bike Guy's cock feels incredible in my ass again, and I'm loving feeling Paul's ginormous rod get hard in my mouth. After another ten minutes of fucking, Bike Guy says, "I can't hold out much longer... I'm gonna lose my nut." Paul is encouraging his partner to cum and moves around to watch. "Where do you want the load, man?" I barely have enough time to say "in me" before he's painting my guts with his load. It feels incredible, as I can feel every twitch of his fat knob in my ass. "Your turn, Paul." Biker Guy says while pulling out. "You really need to get in there and churn my cum." Biker Guy excuses himself and goes into their cabin to get a towel and beers, and Paul is standing next to me, starting to roll on another condom. I reach down, and gently stroke his dick and roll the condom off his head. "Fuck me, man" I beg him. "Shove that big fucker in me raw." John wouldn't want that-- besides, I'm poz man." "I know. And I'm telling you to fuck me. You can always pull out before you cum." Paul looked at me with lust in his eyes, stepped around to my ass, lubed up, and told me to get ready. I poppered up and prepared for the assault. Fuck did he have a massive fucking cock! He shoved that giant, raw cock into my ass all at once causing me to cry out in pain. This brought John out of the cabin and back to the action. "What's going on here-- you finally gettin' some of that hot hole, Paul?" John was hard again, and stood next to my face so I could suck his fat prong. John took over feeding me poppers while Paul fucked the SNOT out of my ass. He was using the sling to full penetration advantage, and it was about all I could take. Thank goodness my moans and grunts were stifled by John's dick, or the whole campground would have heard us. The entire time Paul is fucking me, John is coaching him, telling him to fuck my hole, to churn the cream that's already in my guts, to wreck my hole with his meat, etc. It's very hot. Then John says, "Paul's gettin' close to nutting-- I can tell by his face. Where you want it, man?" I looked up at him through my popper and drunken haze and said, "In me." "You heard the man, Paul. Breed this cunt's hole!" Paul closed his eyes and shoved in hard. I could feel all nine rigid inches throbbing inside me and I knew he was shooting his toxic spunk inside me. DEEP inside me. While Paul is cumming, John is jacking furiously and wandering toward my ass. He let Paul finish, then tells him to move. I feel that big fucking cock pull out of my ass, and then feel John shove in hard and start loading my sloppy ass again. Paul went inside while John finishes squirting in my butt. When John finally pulls out, he looks at me and says, "Well, THAT oughta get your weekend started right. Three cumloads in your ass." I asked John if Paul was gonna be in trouble for not using the condom. He said, "Nah. We always start off using the condom, but if the bottom pig begs for it raw... well, we give him what he wants. House rules." Paul and John tagged my ass several more times that weekend... as did about ten other campers.

Depends on your standards I guess. I have a few zoo themed toys some people would look at in total shock, and have put a whole plethora of household objects up my ass over the years. Maybe one of the weirdest/most fetishy is I have a very old wooden police nightstick that is wonderfully thick I'll slide a condom on and fuck my ass with, which has to be one of the few times out of porn anyone's enjoyed a nightstick up the ass lol. And in my youth I used to be into lubing up and inserting eggs into my ass and then watching myself push them out. Been a very long time since I've tried that though. Pretty take stuff by most comparisons around here I imagine

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Sucked my first cock at age 12 and got fucked and bred by men on a regular basis once I turned 13.