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It was late spring Sunday afternoon in 2001, and I had been away with work for almost an entire week. I was tired, and in need of a shower after a long flight when I got back to my apartment, but instead of hitting the shower, I went straight for gay.com. My inbox was empty, and I was about to log off when an instant message popped up - it was Doug. Doug and I had met online about a year ago, and truly hit it off... conversationally, that is. He was a very good looking, if you were into daddy types. He was also a 57, tall, sexy eyes, nice, strong body with a hint of a pot belly, and TOP. I had never been fucked before, but had been fantasizing about it for years, and knew I was a bottom. I was up front and told him I had never been fucked and that I wanted my first time to be with someone special... and raw. His profile was very clear about the fact that he was HIV+ and hated condoms. And that's how it went for over a year: I liked him, and he liked me, but we would just be friends, because he was POZ, I was NEG. I'd always tell him "it's too bad you're poz because..." and I'd finish with something completely stupid, and he'd always say something like "I would never bareback you" because of some BS propriety or political correctness. Somehow though, whenever we chatted online or on the phone, we ended up talking about barebacking and how powerful and intimate it is to be bred with another man's load. But it was. "Hi Kriss!" his message said. For some reason he always spelled it wrong, but for some reason it didn't bother me a bit. "Hi Doug!" we chatted and he asked if I would ever want to meet. "We've been talking for over a year, and I think it'd be nice to finally meet. I really like you Kriss" I declined and said I was tired, and needed a shower, and a bed. That's when he said "I have both. Why not come by just for a drink? Besides it would be nice to finally meet who it is I've been talking to for a year" I caved. I DID like him and had fantasized being fucked by him HUNDREDS of times, but I also knew nothing would happen. He was POZ, after all and I was neg. It was already dark, and what was usually a five minute drive seemed to take 20 minutes due to some mishap on the road. The slow traffic gave me time to think about all the times we had told me how much he loved to be inside a man raw and give him his load, and how he knew I would know what he meant when I met the right man. I was rock hard by the time I had pulled up at his address. He'd told me he would be waiting outside because the buzzer to his apartment was broken. I saw him from far away and couldn't help but think he was every bit as hot as I had made him out to be in my mind, and more. As I walked towards him in the dimly lit parking lot, I saw him smile, and suddenly became very self-conscious at the wet spot my still-hard and leaking cock had made on my jeans. I blushed and looked down sheepishly and he smiled broadly, opened his arms, wrapped his strong arms around me, then lifted my chin to look into my eyes and said "Hi Kriss... we finally meet!" And promptly deeply kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth and gently swabbed my own as though to say "I've been expecting you." I threw my arms around his neck, pressed up against him and again became aware of how badly my cock was leaking for this man. The beautiful kiss lasted a while and when he withdrew, he smiled, and slid his hands down my chest to the front of my jeans and said "let's get you out of these sticky jeans and take care of you." The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever; I was weak kneed from the kiss, but also nervous, not knowing was going on. Was this going to be a purely social exchange? Purely sexual? Or a combination of both? I was aching inside because of what I knew I wanted, and finally meeting this amazing daddy-type man, but again, nothing could happen because he was POZ and I was neg. As he closed the door to his apartment behind us we kissed deeply again. This time he was more forceful. His strong hands grabbed my ass as he pushed me against his door and invaded my mouth with his tongue. Outside his kiss was welcoming and friendly. His tongue was now exploring my mouth. I was taken aback but for every degree of nervousness, it seemed there was like measure of blood rushing towards my engorged cock. This man wanted me, and I wanted him. I fell to my knees in front of him and deftly undid his belt buckle and button fly to reveal his majestic daddy cock. It was not yet fully hard but it was rapidly rising under my gaze. As I opened my mouth, I glanced-up at Doug. His eyes ordered me to swallow him whole. As his cockhead disappeared into my gullet, I saw his eyes roll back as I wrapped my lips and tongue around his veiny shaft and slid my head towards him. However, before I reached the root of his shaft, he stopped me and said "let's get more comfortable." We disrobed and I eyed him up and down, seeing a strong chest and round abs, his legs were strong too, and his entire body was, in a way I'd never seen before, very vascular. In a word he was beautiful. He sat me down on his couch and took his spot in front of me and said "Now, I want you to show me how much you like sucking daddy's cock." He slowly pulled my head back onto his now fully hard cock. I obliged and swirled my tongue around every bit of him until he buried his cock deep in my throat. I felt his head pop past my tonsils and the taste of his precum suddenly sprang to life in my mouth, complemented by the manly smell of his bush. As I was about to begin gagging he withdrew again and bent down to kiss me. Harder even then last time he invaded my mouth and throat with his tongue, letting me know he was in charge, and that I wasn't in control of the situation. That was true, but I also knew that I was in control of my actions. We both knew nothing could happen, because after all he was POZ and I was neg. Suddenly, in one motion, I felt his hands lock around my ankles as he pulled me onto my back, and saying "Daddy Douglas likes boy precum," he bore down on my cock again and again. Even as I trembled from the beautiful blowjob I was becoming increasingly nervous. His hands held me pinned, spread-eagle as he stopped sucking my cock and felt his wet lips and tongue slide over my full balls down towards my hole. Even as he stretched my legs apart wider than I knew they could go, his hands slid down my legs towards my ass. Doug looked hungry and determined as his hands pried apart my ass to reveal my virgin hole. I saw in him a weakness for my hole, as though it was something he needed, not wanted. That's when I felt his beard against my cheeks and his wet tongue caress against my hole. I had never experienced being rimmed, but needless to say it didn't take getting used to. I was in ecstasy as he worked ate my virgin ass. My cock heaved and throbbed as his tongue slid further and further into my hole. I was beyond thought - I was in another universe, and couldn't imagine going back to life before that first instant when I felt his fingers join his tongue inside me. I gasped for a brief second of pain, but soon was writhing in pleasure again. Doug resumed my inaugural rim-job as I suddenly realized my legs were lowering. He looked up at me as though wondering what was going on. In truth I didn't really know myself. As though in a trance, I took his hand and lead him directly into his bedroom, not knowing his apartment but somehow sensing that was where we needed to be. I climbed atop his bed on all fours and buried my face in his pillows. I didn't look back, nor did I have to wait to see that Doug was climbing behind me. He knocked my knees apart with his knees, spreading me wide. I felt his hands ever so gently steady my hips as, for the first time, I felt his cock head touch my freshly rimmed hole. That jolted me out of my submissive state as I became overwhelmed with fear. What was I doing? I was neg and Doug was POZ! Sensing my sudden change the gentle hands on my hips became like vise-grips as he folded down onto my back. He grabbed my wrists, and suddenly I realized that I was completely under his control. Doug whispered into my ear "Don't fight this, Kriss" which was exactly what I did. I panicked as I felt the pressure of his thick cock head increase as he bore down on my hole, his body controlling my range of motion, and as he was much bigger and stronger, my resistance was essentially futile. "It's been a year, Kriss" he whispered and licked my ear. His cock continued his advance into my hole ever so slowly. "I know what you want Kriss," he hissed "you're just afraid to come out and say it." "No" I cried, acutely aware his advance into my body wasn't stopping. At this point I could feel his whole head inside me, and my eyes were wide open as tears streamed onto his pillow as I tried in vain to escape my fate. I could only think of him as some kind of poison, something sinister. I betrayed what I had fantasized about so many times. "You know you want it Kriss. You've always wanted it" he whispered in my ear again. "But you're POZ, I'm neg!!" I whimpered, to which he replied "There's no poz and neg here Kriss, only me and you." I suddenly stopped panicking as I felt Doug let go of my wrists slowly and pull his cock head from my nearly open hole. A sudden and unnatural moment of loneliness came over me, then immediately subsided as again I felt his gentle but firm hands on my hips. The sudden emptiness I felt made me gently back onto his cock head which I could feel waiting for me. Slowly he began to push and the hard leaky cock I had when I arrived was back. I felt him push harder and harder until, in an instant, I felt myself relax thought and Doug's waiting POZ cock slid deep inside me. He held my hips, raw cock buried inside my guts for what seemed like hours. I had never felt so complete in my life, and wanted to experience every bit of his vein-laden shaft. I was still nervous but in a new world now as I felt his hips begin to rock back and forth. Finally I felt a man's cock so deep inside my hole, felt it withdraw completely, and plunging right back into me. I could feel Doug's cock plowing into my tightness. "Fuck yeah" I heard him moan as he continued to grind in and out of me. With each stroke, he picked up pace, ramming me with increasing regularity and force. I became more excited as his low-hanging balls began to slap, something I'd heard and seen before in porn, but never actually heard. I began to buck back to meet his thrusts, sweating profusely, just as he was. Suddenly he pushed my neck and face back into the pillow and lay down flat on my back. Panting and barely able to make out words, he said in my ear "Kriss, tell Daddy what you want." "Fuck me.... fuck me.... fuck me... fuck me" I moaned as he pounded ever harder into my now well-tenderized hole. Again he hissed "Tell me what you want, Kriss." "Fuck me harder Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!" I moaned over and over. "Tell me Kriss. Tell me you want Daddy's POZ cum. Tell me, Kriss!" he hissed again. "Breed me Daddy!" I moaned "Give me that POZ load!" Doug instantly began mercilessly slamming into me, as I felt his hard poison shaft thicken and tear deeper and deeper into my guts. I hadn't realized it was possible to be so violently entered, yet feel so much like a man."Take... this... POZ... load... Kriss" he growled into my ear through his panting and gasping for breath, and with one final thrust, buried his shaft deep inside me, tightened his grip on me, and, as I felt every muscle in his body lock-up, his cock spasmed, sending rope after rope of his POZ seed into my body. I could feel a warmth inside my ass that felt so erotic and forbidden, my cock instantly began unloading my neg load into the sheets below me, only to finish and be outlasted by Doug's climax that was just beginning to taper off. The warmth I felt inside with the first blasts of cum now became a scalding fire as Daddy's cock again began to slowly piston in and out of my ass. His pulsating cock softened just slightly, making me realize just how tender my hole was, and allowing his cum to start leaking out as he continued to work his load into my guts. He had collapsed on me but I felt safe under his weight. His cock finally sliding out of me, as he drifted to sleep, I felt my hole close up, and trapping my first POZ load inside my body. As we lay together I wondered whether I was just another fuck, or if it meant something more to him. After all, he was POZ... and now, I was also.

I loved the feeling of being naked, restrained and swinging in the sling, surrounded by 7 sexy hunks with their focus on me; but, mostly, I was jacked beyond belief to be in this vulnerable state in front of a half dozen cameras. For the first ten minutes all seven guys just stood around me caressing my entire body. I had never felt so desired for all the sex I'd been having. The gorgeous gorilla of a bear was the first to approach my ass with his thick beefy fingers. Surrounding and tracing my hole as the others caressed me my ass hunger grew. About the same time the tallest slimmest guy sucked my entire hard cock down his throat. I was barely able to register this when my head was turned and the cutest cubs six inch cock was offered to my lips. Of course I sucked it in balls deep. From there, man after man rimmed and tongue fucked my ass. They also took turns sucking me and offering me their delicious assortment of throbbing dicks. I lost track in this merry go round of pleasure, but, I expect everyone of them took their turn at every position. Gorilla bear was back tongue fucking me when I had to speak. "Just fuck me already, please." As he stood and teased my hole with his raw cock head his deep voice resonated in my chest. "So you want me to breed and poz you? You do know I have a mega high viral load?" "No I don't want you to poz me. But I need your big raw cock in me. I need you to fuck me, fuck me now, please !" As the mushroom head penetrated my hole his resonant voice again. "You know now I'm in I won't pull out, no matter what you say. " "Fuckin A man. I don't want you to pull out. Breed me, fill me with your poz cum. " "So you do want me to infect you?" "Just give it your best shot man." With that he was balls deep and proceeded to pound my ass like it had never been abused before. Four of the guys steadied the sling for the next 10 minutes. "Is your negative ass ready cum slut?" "Fuck yeah man. Breed me." I had totally forgotten what he would be pumping into my battered guts. I just needed the fulfillment of bringing this gorilla bear to climax. I needed his load painting my intestines. I needed his fuck onslaught to end. He pushed in even deeper than I thought possible and rope after rope of his toxic cum blasted deep into me. When he had captured his breath back, softened and fell out of me the incredibly cute cub dove in to eat out my freshly seeded ass. The tall slim guy was next to enter my hole with his long slender cock. It was a relief to host a smaller cock and to be treated to a good but less intense fuck. With his buddies all cheering him on and encouraging him to poz me it wasn't long until he let me know he was close. "Where do you want my toxic poz load bitch?" "Fuck you know bud. Breed me, shoot inside. " As I felt seven volleys of hot toxic seed he grunted. "Infecting ... you ... now! Damn ... that feels so fuckin good. " As he pulled out the cub was back at my hole with his mouth. He feltched out a mouthful and was soon snowballing it to me. It tasted fucking amazing. I guess they decided what was left of the two loads in me would be enough lube because the remaining four of the remaining five proceeded to fuck me, about five minutes each but without cumming. These fucks were each unique and enjoyable in there own ways but I was getting impatient to bring a guy to climax, to reward my hole with yet another batch of cum. I expressed this impatience to the next guy in my hole. He was a blonde blue eyed gym bunny Adonis. He was used to being worshipped and clearly not happy with my expressing impatience. His fuck was slow, deep and deliberate. At first my impatience grew but eventually I clicked into his need to be worshipped like some ancient God. I began to lovingly caress his strong chest , arms and peach fuzz ass. I began to tell him how beautiful I found him. "I could gaze on your beauty raw fucking me all day." This was received with a cool grin. That's when his buddies lost patience and told him to finish up already. Gorilla bear stepped up behind the Adonis and from the delighted grimace on my tops face I deduced that he to was now getting fucked. The intensity of the double train fuck increased exponentially and without a word Adonis was seeding my ass. My third toxic load. Next to penetrate my sloppy ass was a guy covered in tattoos from head to toe. Even his hard cock was tattooed with a scorpion poised to sting. He had the requisite biohazard tattoo on his groin but also on the back of his shaved head. Even his face was populated with a variety of tattoos. I had never seen so many on one body. At first I felt a bit repulsed but as his eight inch medium thick cock drilled deeper and deeper into me my attitude shifted. The mass of tattoos seemed perfect for this stud. I felt privileged to have his scorpion cock emerge and disappear into me. I began to think, 'fuck, sting me hunk!' As if he heard my thoughts he voiced "Ready for my toxic poz sting?" "Breed me tattoo man, poise my ass with your scorpion cock!" He went off like a wild animal. Pounding and blasting into me for what felt like the next 10 minutes. He collapsed on top of me and seemed to take forever to recover his breath. Adorable cute cub was quickly feltching my hole and I received two snowballs this time. They must have figured with the amount of toxic cum dumped in my wrecked ass that some could be used for other raunchy purposes. My fifth top had a very average dad body sporting a definite beer ponch. His cock also was average, but not his fuck. He just drove in balls deep and moved directly into the hardest most brutal fuck of the lot. This had proceeded for twenty minutes without let up. We were both dripping in sweat. The other guys kept cheering him on as they stroked their own hard ons. Tattoo guy and tall slim guy shot their second loads to lube the dad cock pulverizing my hole. The relentless onslaught continued and something in me snapped. I had been frightened of this seemingly crazy toxic gang bang; but until this moment I still believed that I could emerged unscathed. Every cell inside me now collapsed into the deep fear that I had gone too far. Holy fuckin shit I did not want to be pozzed but sensed if it hadn't happened yet that it was about to. The adrenaline rush called for fight or flight but I was trapped and nothing I could do would stop this guy. Picking up my terror fermoans daddy blasted deep into my guts. I imagine his toxic sperm burrowing into every rip and tear in my battered guts. It was this time that I took five minutes to calm my nerves. Sensitive to my needs the cub waited until my breathing settled to ask if I wanted his oral ministrations to my battered ass. I simply nodded assent in my exhaustion. The snowball load was huge and without waiting for me to swallow he moved into a deep French kiss with his tongue stirring the toxic cum I was soon to swallow. As he stepped up to my ass he looked deeply into my eyes and asked if I was ready for him. His dark brown eyes; his small but beautiful stature; his hairy belly, chest and shoulders mesmerized me. He had treated me so well and generously I couldn't help but fall in love. "I've never been more ready." "Good!" he smiled back at me. He was only sox inches, but it did have girth and felt great in my tender ass. Rather than fuck me he made love to me with every part of his amazing body. The crowd picked up on this romantic energy and seemed to calm down somewhat. They continued to masterbate and three more loads were added to the cubs cock as he slid in and out of me. The site almost had me shooting a hands free load. The cub managed to lean forward and engage with me in more French kissing. Then he whispered in my ear, "What do you want? What do you want from me?" Shivers ran up and down my spine. I gasped for breath. With a louder voice for all to hear he asked again, "What do you want from me?" In an instant my memory shot through every know poz load I had ever taken. I then realized what I was about to say was the pinical of fear in my odesy of risk taking. "What do I want from you?" deep breath ... "I want you to knock me up, fuckin poz my negative ass sweet man. " "Are you sure?" as his delicious eyes looked into my soul. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I'm scared shitless but please breed my ass. Cum in me with your toxic cum. You have my permission, knock me up." "I already have. Three times. I just couldn't hold back in your fucking sexy ass. " I blasted instantly into a hands free orgasm and the cubs mouth was drinking in and milking every drop out of me. We ended with another sloppy kiss. Number seven, another massive bear of a man said. "I can't compete with that. Let's get this guy out of the sling and over to a glory hole. You two love birds can make out as I fuck and breed him one more of the loads he's so intent on now." His cock was the size of a wine bottle. I was thankful the cub would be on my side of the wall to give me lots of support andencouragement. The cub and I fondled each other and made out and I lost track of what was to happen next. My cub gently backed me to the wall and lined up my ass with the glory hole. He reached around me to spread my ass cheeks and I felt the first pressure on my sloppy hole from the bear's monster phallus. My cub encouraged me to take deep breaths and relax my hole. The raw head penetrated my abused hole and I felt like I would faint. "Fuck, I can't take it. " I moaned "Yes you can, sure you can! Just kiss me. " Our mouths and tongues intertwined as he pushed my hips back towards the hole and onto the massive cock. It felt like it was tearing me appart with each fraction of an inch it slowly penetrated. My cub and the bear never let up. They just patiently kept working that raw cock in deeper and deeper. I felt like I was being impaled on a post.I had never felt so uncomfortable and full. My cub gently whispered in my ear; "Reach back. Feel his raw monster in your hole. See he's balls deep. You've got this." Feeling his hot raw flesh with my fingers switched something deep in my ass. It still hurt like hell but I knew I wanted, no needed, everything that bear had to give me. "Fuck me man!" He pulled completely out and for a split second I felt empty and desperate, 'I need that cock'.He was back in me balls deep before I could finish the thought. Five more complete removals and deep plunges followed in quick succession. "Yes, fuckin give it to me. Harder, deeper, just don't stop!" "You're taking it like a pro." My cub crooned. "Damn, I'm jealous!" I hadn't noticed but the gorilla bear was behind my cub. "Maybe I can help with that." As his big raw cock plunged into the cub. Passionate kisses as my cub was ravaged, all the while receiving the fuck of my life from my biggest cock ever soon had me spewing and groaning my second hands free climax. My ass contractions brought the bear over the threshold and my guts were flooding with yet another highly toxic load. The bear's orgasmic bellow brought on an echo from the gorilla bear who unloaded in the cub who simultaneously sprayed all over my leg. It took me three days to feel like I could walk right again. They put me up and kept me on the coast. I began to spend my days at a naked gay beach taking sun and load after load in my ass. I felt like I was living in nirvana until the fourteenth day when I was awakened in the middle of the night by a river of my sweat and feeling like I had been run over by a transport. It was all I could do to hit the speed dial that had been programed into my phone for just this moment. Within the hour my hotel room was full of camera crew and my seven poz breeders. The last thing I felt like was sex. But the camera's started to roll, my legs were hoisted and my ass exposed. Gorilla bear moved in and started to raw fuck me, the six others stroked out loads sprayed on his cock for lube. How I got hard is beyond my understanding, but a new otter cub strattaled me and impaled himself on my raw cock. I don't know how long this lasted as I was in and out of consciousness but I was awake when gorilla bear yelled out his orgasm. The cub riding my bare cock was milking it with his ass and I soon shot my first toxic load deep inside him. When I softened and slipped out of him he scooped some of my cum from his ass. First his finger fed me some and then he finished it off in his mouth. After kissing me he thanked me for knocking up his negative ass with his first poz load. Needless to say the final version of this porn was a smashing success. The otter cub seroconverted two weeks later, but I couldn't be sure of credit since he'd taken loads from each of the seven poz tops before the film crew left my sick room.

Chapter 17: Flu Season It wasn't even 2 weeks before I noticed a rash on my hands. My partner and I had fucked several times in the woods recently just for a change of scenery and I thought I had poison ivy. I was also feeling fatigued, but just attributed it to my heavy school schedule and my partner breeding me 2 or 3 times daily. We both knew what I wanted, or should I say needed, and we worked our hardest at achieving our ultimate goal. One night, I broke out in profuse sweats. My partner sensed that something was wrong, and jumped into bed with me. I told him I felt like shit, and he smiled and said baby, I think you are pregnant. Your body is reacting to my HIV which is starting to take over your body. He kissed me and said don't worry, it shouldn't last for long, maybe a week or so. As crappy as I felt, I told him to breed me. Let's make sure it's the fuk flu and not just a bad cold. He fucked me for like 45 minutes before breeding me. He fell asleep with his still hard cock in my ass. That next morning he woke me and said he made an appointment for me with the doctor. The doctor was overjoyed to see us, and immediately drew a blood sample from my arm. He laughed and said he called it a pregnancy test for guys! The doctor then felt my lymph glands, and he said that along with the other symptoms it was a good sign that I was seroconverting. He advised us that it would take a day or so for the blood work, but that we should continue to fuck, regardless of how bad I felt. We laughed and said what do you think we did last night?

Abstaining and not touching your dick at all will definitely make being a bottom more intense. I started having problems keeping a erection after getting covid so I decided to just go full bottom. Problem was I couldn't never cum with just my hole, so i decided to not touch my dick for pleasure. instead when ever I was horny I'd just play with my hole, use a dildo, and of course get fucked. After a week and a half I was able to cum with just my hole and light occasional tugging on my dick, after a month I can cum without touching my dick at all and sometimes I even cum when soft. Now I only let myself cum if it's from a real dick and it's been some of the most intense sex I've ever had. So if you want the best bottom experience you can have, rewire your brain to only seek pleasure from dick

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It’s not that free speech is a myth - it’s that so many people in American society now misunderstand the concept of ‘freedom’. Freedom isn’t the right to do or say whatever you want whenever you want. Freedom is the right to act responsibly without interference. The problem arises because so many people now speak and act completely irresponsibly. Threatening to harm people is not responsible speech in a civil society, and naturally doesn’t fall under the category of ‘freedom’. It’s reckless and antisocial behavior. Of course the FBI checks it out, and we want them to.

Part 11 My heart was pounding and my stomach was in knots realizing what I had just asked Drew to do. What I had just given him permission to do. I was scared as hell of the pain that I knew I would feel when he first entered me. Pain Kevin had said was intense. Pain he'd said would turn to pleasure. I hoped it didn't take long to feel the pleasure. Maybe I can still back out, I told myself. Before anything happens. He'd stop if I asked him to, wouldn't he? I was just about to tell Drew I'd changed my mind. That I didn't think I could go through with it. Then Ryan was slipping the stem of the glass pipe between my lips and like a trained pet I automatically started drawing the smoke in, needing it to calm my fears and nerves. As I sucked harder than I think I had before I felt Drew's fingers circling around my hole. He had his eyes locked on mine, his young handsome face smiling widely, a smile of animal hunger, of sexual energy, and of what I would later realize was a look of victory. “Yeah, daddy, smoke yourself up good. Let the fuck smoke feed your hunger for what you need your son to give you. What all of us can give you. But I'm going to be the first. My cock will be the first one in your ass. Just like it was the first one in your mouth. Your son's cock.” I exhaled an unbelievably huge cloud and was lost in Drew's words and the feeling of his fingers pushing against my tight hole. The thought of telling him I'd changed my mind was completely gone. I wanted him inside me. “Oh yes, boy. I want to feel your cock inside me. My son's hard dick taking my cherry ass. Please son do it. Please!” I moaned, and then gasped as I felt Drew's finger begin edging in. “What kind of ass daddy?” he asked in a deep sensual voice as his finger moved just a bit deeper past my anal ring. I gazed at him unsure of what he meant. “My cherry ass,” I repeated. I felt Drew begin rotating his finger back and forth just as I felt Ryan's lips begin sucking on one of my hard nips. I arched my back and heard Drew say, “Your cherry cheating married ass, daddy. Right? You want your dirty partyed-up cheating married ass fucked and bred by your own son. Isn't that right daddy?” “Oh fuck yesss! I need my cheating married daddy ass fucked! I need it fucked by you son! Take it boy. Make me know what it feels like!” Drew pushed his finger deeper still as Ryan started using his teeth on my sensitive nip. I was moaning in total heat and squirming on the table beneath me. Then Drew's finger was suddenly gone. I groaned and asked him to put it back in me. “I will daddy. But let's hit the pipe again first okay?” I eagerly agreed and started to sit up. “Just stay on your back daddy. Hey Kevin, see my shorts there on the ground? Yeah right there. Pull that baggie out of the pocket and bring it here. We want to make sure we have enough,” he laughed looking at me as Ryan was once again feeding the pipe to me. “Isn't that right, daddy? We don't want to run out of the smoke while you're getting your first ass-fucking, do we?” I exhaled a thick white cloud and anxiously answered him. “No, no we don't. It makes me feel so horny. It makes me want to do everything with all three of you.” “That's the idea buddy,” Kevin said as he handed the full baggie to Drew then leaned down to kiss me. “The smoke makes everything better and nastier. It'll definitely make your first fuck easier to take.” I laid there, my head on the table and my eyes closed, feeling the sexual urgency grow stronger as the smoke took more and more control of my body and mind. Then, my eyes flew open and I moaned in extreme pleasure and surprise. Drew had dropped to his knees and was expertly and aggressively eating out my ass, pushing his tongue deep into my hole. “Oh..oh gawd yessssssss son!” I yelled out. “Eat my hole! Fucking eat my married ass! Oh damn you're making daddy feel so good baby! Ah fuck yeahhhhhhhhh!!” As I felt Drew pushing my legs up and back I felt the table move as someone climbed onto it. I opened my eyes to see Kevin standing over me jacking his hard man-dick and grinning at me lewdly. “While Drew's eating your ass buddy, how about you eat mine some more? I bet there's still some of Ryan's cum in there for you to felch out and swallow.” “Fuck yeah! Sit on my face you fucking stud! Give me that ass and the cum in it!” As Kevin began to lower himself I reached up and grabbed his hips bringing his ass down to my mouth and noisily started feeding on his hairy hot daddy ass!! I licked and sucked on his hole, pushing my tongue inside and hoping to taste more of Ryan's cum. Ah yeah, there it is! I moaned in satisfaction and eagerness as I tasted the young stud's seed on my tongue before swallowing it to join what I'd eaten earlier. At the same time I was going crazy feeling the sensations Drew's thick wet tongue was making my ass feel. At that moment everything centered on my mouth and my ass hole, and the intense pleasure they were receiving from these two sexy men. Then, even though I was lost in all that we were doing, I became aware of a burning in my ass. I tried to ignore it but it grew quickly and was replacing the pleasure Kevin's ass and Drew's tongue had been giving me. I pushed up on Kevin's asscheeks and pulled my mouth from his spit-soaked hole. “Oh fuck man! It's burning! What's wrong? Why is it burning so bad?! Please make it stop!”, I pleaded. I looked down my naked sweaty body and saw Drew standing up between my legs again, smiling at me, one hand stroking his hard meat and the fingers of his other hand caressing the edges of my wet hole. “It's okay daddy”, he said. “Nothing's wrong. It'll stop burning in just a minute or two. I slid a couple small pieces of the shards we've been smoking inside your ass. It's called a booty bump. Doing it that way gets it in your system quicker and increases your need for more fun and helps you give into it all even more.” Ryan was on the table sitting next to me and rubbing a hand across my chest and abs. “And it'll make it a lot easier for you to take your first dick,” he said in a husky whisper. His hand caressing me and Drew's fingers gently circling my hole felt so good, and I realized the unpleasant burning had eased up. In fact it was almost gone. And in the same instant that realization hit me, I realized there was another feeling coming to life in my hole. A new burning. But this wasn't a painful burning. Instead it was a burning and growing hunger in my ass. A need to have something inside me. I groaned deep in my throat and spread my legs wider. Opening my eyes I looked at Drew and saw the grin on his face widen. “Yeah, you're feeling it now daddy, aren't you? You need something don't you?”, he asked, slipping two fingers inside my dripping hole. “Yes! Fuck yes son! I need you to fuck me! I need your cock in my hungry cheating married ass! Please son! Fuck me! Fuck your daddy!!” “That's what I wanted to hear, daddy,” Drew said in an almost sinister tone. I felt the pressure of his cockhead pushing against my never-before breached hole and then the unimagined pain as Drew, my son, began to give me my first fuck! (more on the way)

The "fire in a crowded theater" bit needs to be completely retired. First, the case in which the phrase was used wasn't about fire, or theaters. U.S. v. Schenck was about whether an anti-draft pamphlet distributed during World War I was protected speech or not. In a dreadful decision, the Supreme Court held it was not, under the theory that the pamphlet created a "clear and present danger" to a nation at war. This was what's known as an "as applied" challenge/ruling - where the Court said, in essence, in this particular set of circumstances, this law is constitutional, but this is not a blanket approval of a law banning any speech, any time, any where, that criticizes the draft. Second, the phrase about the crowded theater was not any part of the holding in the case. Rather, it's what is called "dictum" - expository language in the opinion that helps illustrate a point, but which is not actually part of the ruling. Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes (who wrote the opinion) noted (again, in dicta) that "[t]he most stringent protection of free speech would not protect a man in falsely shouting fire in a theatre and causing a panic," which is where we get that notion - in other words, it was cited as another example of speech causing a "clear and present danger." Third, and perhaps most importantly, the central holding of Schenck has been effectively overturned. Rather than a "clear and present danger" test - one with which the Supreme Court grew increasingly uncomfortable over the decades - Brandenburg v. Ohio outlined a new test: the language in question is presumed protected speech unless the speech is "directed to inciting or producing imminent lawless action and is likely to incite or produce such action". In other words, inflammatory language, by itself, is still protected - that's why flag-burning, which is inflammatory in multiple respects, is still protected speech (in this case, because it's a form of expression). The "fire in a crowded theater" example might well inspire people to flee, and they might get hurt in the process. But the speech, by itself, did not "incite imminent lawless action" because the action incited - trying to get out of the theater - is not lawless. Accordingly, this is (since Brandenburg) a bad example because now such speech is, in fact, protected.

I’m a big mouth to ass fanatic. Over the years of rimming and felching pigkunt, I’ve noticed that some mankunts produce a lot of mucus discharge when being pleasured. It’s especially common in fisted holes. I fukkin’ crave slopping around with my tongue and mouth in this kuntsnot. The taste and smell drives me fukkin’ wild with lust. It’s what you smell when you first arrive at a venue with a large collection of men having unrestrained pigsex together. Who has this type of hole discharge? Who else likes to slurp around in this kuntslop?

I'd be really interested to get everyone's opinion. A number of years ago I was a total bottom, then I became versatile for a while, then pretty much 100% top for a long time. Earlier this year I decided I was becoming bored with topping all the time and set myself a goal of getting back to bottoming and becoming a total cumdump. It's fair to say I'm making reasonable progress (although the load count is still a bit low), but it's really only on a weekend I can get my arse out there to be used and filled with cum. Prepping obviously takes a while and after a day at work it's not always practical. My question is this - do you think I should just discipline myself to really just be a pig on the weekend and abstain during the week, or occasionally still load a bottom if I'm horny after work, just to unload my balls and gain some relief?

I have couple of regular fuck buds that love ass play. One guy oozes some nice slime right from the start and he produces enough that I don't even need to use lube to fuck him. He is that creamy. The other guy starts out slower.... he loves to have his hole eaten, and I can usually start to taste the slime on my tongue as I get progressively deeper and he loosens up. He also has big assgasms when I finger and eventually fist him. I can literally feel the juices increase while his guts contract/squeeze. At that point, he is openly oozing and dripping wet. I love to lick the rim clean before loading him up with some cock and cum... then, it's back to suck and felch it all out. My face is typically soaked when he and I play. I totally love his taste.

I used to always use a dab of toothpaste on my hole after I was all done hosing and showering ahead of play. It not only served to "freshen" the hole after all the hosing and sludge slides, but I swore by Arm and Hammer mint gel for the effect it had on my ass lining- a rub around the ass lips and then poking it up into the hole, and within a few minutes the "drool" was in progress. Now that I have retired and can play, too often solo, every day, the need to prime the slime is not as much of a need. I def upvote the use of some mint gel toothpaste for the guys who do not use their hole daily if not regularly. And, the other benefit, I am one of those older bottoms who came of service in a day and time when it was expected the bottom would always be spotless for the top, so even if the hole is spotless, if there is a lingering scent it can disrupt my pig head. With the toothpaste in use, it clears that risk and keeps the head in slut/pig mode.

Just the stories? Sure you wouldn't want to have a boy to whore out for real? *wink*

Was flying home from Vegas after Halloween and had a couple hours layover in the Salt Lake City airport. There were a lot of mormon missonaries in the airport all dressed in their typical plain looking suits with their big name tags. As I was killing time near one of the gates I noticed a small group of very young looking missionaries not far away. One young blond kept staring at me but would look away quickly if he saw me staring back too long. Normally I don't chase after real young guys but I was horny and bored so decided to see what happened. So when I saw him stare again I licked my lips and rubbed my crotch. I could tell he was interested and after a couple minutes of exchanging looks and gestures I stood, rubbed by ass and motioned for him to follow. He left his friends and followed me to the bathrooms several gates away. Once inside I motioned for him to join me in the handicap stall. Bathroom was pretty quiet and the stall walls went way down. Inside the stall not a word was said at first but noticed his name tags said Elder Matthew. I'd guess he was early 20's . He had a nice body but was kind of skinny , he had a pair of bright blue eyes to go with his blond hair. Once our pants were dropped I saw his cock was about 7" and kind of thin. He was definitely nervous but as I sucked his sock he relaxed and returned the favor. Then I turned him around and rimmed his tight little ass real good. I must have set a great example as he then ate my ass good. I decided it was time to push for more and grabbed his cock lubed it up more with some spit and pointed it to my awaiting hungry hole and told him to fuck me. Soon he was fucking fast and furious. It didn't take long and he shot his load. I took my finger gathered a little of his cum and wiped it on this lips. We kissed briefly, pulled up our pants and got ready to exit discreetly from the stall after our short encounter of maybe 15 minutes. I noticed he had cum on the back of his pants but decided to let him figure out how to explain that to his friends.

This sTory just keeps getting hotter and nasTier. I fucking love iT. Keep goinG bro!😈👍🙏👌👏

I am now a total cumdump. It becomes a way of life and I’m constantly craving cum. I don’t care who supplies it. I know I’m not settled unless I have a hot load in. It feels like you are providing a service for those wanting to unload. And sometimes it’s more of an unload rather than a fuck. Guys just want to insert their dicks and get off. Even that feels horny on a very different level. I now know my place and recently had my cunt tattooed to prove it… CUMDUMP CUMSLUT. Loving my place N in life!

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Don't stop please keep on going

Well at the rate Elon is running it into the ground, it won't be around much longer.

1. Prior to Musk's purchase of Twitter, it was a publicly traded company, run by a group of executives who were overseen by a board of directors elected by the shareholders. That's not the same thing as an "owner" "running it the watt hey want"[sic]. 2. Nonetheless, it's a complete falsehood that the laptop in question, whose provenance cannot be determined with a high degree of certainty, could not be discussed on Twitter. Twitter blocked ONE article, from the New York post, which made several unsubstantiated (and still not substantiated) allegations about the laptop as though they were facts they had verified. There were, and still are, many tens of thousands of posts about the laptop.

Two hours ago.. my top friend who now is my regular FB texted me if I can come over for a quickie. I told my boss I'll be back have a family thing i have to take care of. I got there and he said strip and I told him i couldn't clean out so he brought me to the bathroom so i can ise his shower attachment to clean out. I got out and he naked on the bed waiting. I walked over and he grabbed me and pushed me on the bed face down and started to eat my ass as soon as i got my ass high. Felt some lubed fingers go in and finger fucked me a while. Then he shoved his cock in me and pumped away he blew a load and stuck a plug in me and told me to go home with it in. He said return it on our next visit. He told me he ordered anal hooks and some other toys he wants to use on me. I said YES sounds hot. I left and driving back i had the plug in till i got back took it out and oozed in the toilet got clean up and went back to work.. Quick couple hour late lunch. Lol

Silver fox daddy released the video the next day on his Squirt and Twitter accounts. It went viral with thousands of likes and many hundreds of retweets. He made sure I was kept up to date, which wasn't necessary as a couple of my closest friends saw it on both social media networks and contacted me every 1/2 hour with news of the viral spread. I couldn't help but fear that the virus was taking hold and spreading in my system just as quickly. I was too embarrassed to go to a sexual health clinic and ask for PEP yet again. Two pivotal things happened within days. First someone sent the video to my mom. The friend had made no attempt to hide my face and she called me devastated! At first I tried to calm her down; but, the more she insisted I needed to stop this deviant behavior or at least refrain from sex until the PreP protected me the more defiant I grew. 'No fuckin way my mother was going to tell me what to do.' Second, I got a call from Paul Morris, from Treasure Island Media. They loved the video and wanted to film me taking multiple viral loads from a number of their guys, on the stipulation that I was still negative and not protected by PreP. I was instantly horned up by the idea but reminded him I didn't want to get infected. He responded that was the genius of the film with the silver fox, that's what made the video so hot and made it go viral. I admitted that I was more than intrigued with his offer but wanted to stay on PreP, at least for a few weeks and until I could get tested again. He kept me talking and I ended up telling him about my annoyance with my mom trying to tell me what to do. That's when he had me; "Fuckin right young man. Your mom has no right to tell you what to do or not to do. You're a fuckin man, you can make your own choices." He assured me he understood I didn't want to get knocked up. He also understood the adrenaline rush of risk taking. "Just one more time kid. If you get tested in a few weeks and are negative then come down and let us film you taking the risk, just one more time. It'll take us that time to set this up anyway. Think about this offer over night, don't let anybody make up your mind for you. " I irrationally gave him my answer right away; "Fuck everyone, especially my mom. I'm going to do this Mr. Morris. I love the idea, and I know this will be the last time. Then PreP protection for this promiscuous cum slut ass of mine. Thanks Mr. Morris." Within two weeks the fuck flu hadn't hit and I gave blood samples. Another two weeks and the miraculous negative result was announced. I called Mr Morris and his first question was if I was taking PreP. I assured him I had only taken the first three pills, I hadn't taken any in weeks. In fact I had given them to a friend so I wouldn't have them around and collapse in a moment of doubt. His next question was, "How many guys have fucked and bred you in the meantime?" I could answer truthfully that I was uncharacteristically only having sex with one guy. He was negative, committed to my desire to be negative for this movie and restricting himself to monogamy at least until after the movie. I was instructed to follow this coarse of action for two more weeks, if my results were once again negative the filming was a go. I had never had such a hard time raining in my libido, but I so wanted this opportunity. Many chances came my way but I found the strength to hold off. I was so thankful for my fuck buddy friend that pumped me full of his negative cum sometimes as many as three times per day. Thank God the test came back negative miraculously and I was on a plane the next week for the warehouse Treasure Island Media rented for my 'pozzing gang bang' as they billed it. The shooting began with Paul interviewing me. He wanted me to confess that I was really chasing taking so many risks. Further, I had asked to be knocked up in the viral video. I assured him I was not chasing. I had only asked silver fox daddy to knock me up to get his load. Yes I had done so three more times the night with daddy and his friend; but yes, I had no desire to get infected with HIV. He next showed me pictures of the seven high viral load tops that would breed me in this Treasure Island Media film. "Come on, confess you really are chasing. Or you have cheated and you really are on PreP. " "No I'm not. I'm not chasing and I'm not on PreP. I'm fuckin addicted to the risk, that's all. I thought the time with silver fox daddy and his friend was the end of my addiction. The one last time. Then that video went viral and you offered me this opportunity. I wanted to, but I couldn't pass it up. Let your guys do their best to knock me up, but I believe it won't happen. I'll be fuckin scared to death, and I'll take each of their toxic loads. That will be my last time. Then it will be PreP for me. " "You swear you aren't chasing?" "I swear I'm not When does this start?" The seven guys I'd seen pictures of, now clad in only jock straps, grabbed me and towed me across the warehouse to strip me and strap me into a sling.

For me… and I’m only speaking for me. I believe it starts with zero desire to top at all. I tried it once and couldn’t stay hard. Next it’s a need to please. I get satisfaction from seeing a man get off using me. That’s what drives me to the next man or load. As for douching… I have been douching since I was young and it’s almost like brushing my teeth now. I don’t think a true cum dump thinks of it as a chore. I think your special gift is that you can be versatile. You should embrace that. As a bottom I have to seek out men that want to breed me. You have the best of both worlds. I guess what I am saying is I do not feel true cum dumps are made. They are born.

thats one of the reasons I have always loved being used by straight men. they dont treat me like a man at all and rarely as a boy. they just treat me like a really cheap, easy, slutty girl. there’s no pretending they wanna date me and I know some of them aren’t attracted to me at all. they are just using my mouth or my pussy as a substitute for a girl when they can’t get one or dont wanna bother with the effort. plus they use me when they wanna treat a fuck like trash and tell it that its trash. and bonus for them as a femboy and a t-girl I’m the closest thing to one.

So ive always been a condom only type top. Im married and didnt want to take the risk of bringing something home to my wife. But last night a hot bottom boy hit me up on grindr with a ass like ive never seen. Told me he would host and be face down ass up in a jock waiting for me with a condom next to him. I showed up and took the condom out but looking down at the hot hole I decided to finally try out raw. He was cool with it so i lubed up and slid inside... omg what a fucking pleasure it was. And when it came time to unload it was so nice just dumping my spurts of cum inside his hole with not a worry in the world of pregnancy or any other kind of bullshit. I pulled out. He said thanks and i left. So easy and convenient for a hot straight(ish) married guy like myself to just get off and leave. Im thinking im definitely hooked on raw lol

Fuck!!!! Our li'l chasin cum dump is now a toxic Poz whore and a new member of the Varsity team...Team Poz!!! He has earned his Letter (bio-hazard and/or scorpion tat). Good Boy...now get down to the bath house and sex clubs and knock-up those hungry chasin whores!!!🍆💦☣️🦂🎁🔥🎇😈🐷😛😋😂

Well I love to bottom more that topping but I do JO so….it has to go somewhere lol I equally enjoy a sloppy hole once in a while. The small Asian guy behind the glory hole milking my cock till I breed him. The facedown assup sloppy latino who still has control of his ass muscles. Im still learning from my brother cumdumps so I like to breed a raw hole once in a while… helps keep things fresh. But if has to be raw…. And usually after I’ve been fuck and ready to explode myself. Lol

Love the 👅 action too!

Yeah hot!

Racism is still not taken seriously enough imho. I grew up around republicans that were ready to cause genocide. Most militia in Texas pose a significant threat for domestic terrorism and we’re doing nothing about it. They’re free to be a threat to everything our nation protects. I’m leaving the US for at least 10 years… I don’t see a path towards restoring democracy that doesn’t involve 50 million casualties. Good luck!

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When I top I always go for the gag — fuck, not a blow job without it. Like to start off with spitting down the bottom’s throat, then 3 or 4 fingers in his mouth and down his throat to start things off and set the mood. Once he’s sucking on my dick, I keep pushing further down his throat, and at the same time, one of my hands will find its way around his neck, a little pressure helps the gag along and emphasizes who’s boss here. Might even pinch his nose shut from time to time if I’m in a good mood.

me too, i check daily and twice on Sunday

Why?

Don't hold back, tell us what you really think lol. I 100% agree btw.

I young ginger guy texted me off sniffles He wanted a son father scene he came over and kept calling me daddy I sucked and he felt my hole He then said does daddy want sons dick in his ass. Sure son he fucked me till he said he then said does daddy want sons babies sure son with that he came deep in me take my babies sort of hot yes I did get a huge load in me

I’ll play along here. Anyone want to do nasty things to this? Taken after 8 hours of continuous fun.

On our drive into the city for the baths my sheep farmer friend'⁹s eyes were more twinklie than ever. He seemed in an extremely good mood and so excited. It wasn't until well into our sex adventure that night that he let me in on the secret that had him so hyped. I had wondered if maybe he was on drugs, but learned it was the natural drug adrenaline. I had just spent three quarters of an hour strapped in a sling in the room of two huge bears. I'd been having an excellent night on the slurp ramp and was just sucking down my third tasty load when I noticed a warm wet mouth at my bare ass. I reached behind with both hands and pulled the long haired head deeper into my butt. He got the message and I was rewarded with his long tongue penetrating my hole. I just kept pushing back. A new cock arrived through the glory hole and as I went to work on it my rear fuck switched from tongue to his 5 inch thin pencil of a raw cock. Within two minutes both my holes were being freshly seeded. I felt every wet blast in my mouth and ass. That's when the bear couple decended on me and towed me off to their room. I didn't even have time to retrieve my towel. I may have already been lubed with nature's best but the first bear to enter me was 9 thick inches. He was not gentle and although this was not the biggest cock I'd been fucked by it did feel like it would tear me in two. I just kept focused on deep breathing and soon the pain transformed into that beautiful pleasure only a huge raw fuck can provide. I felt so empty when he pulled out, but not for long. Bear two was 11 inches, thicker still and upward curved in a way that stabbed my prostate every time he forcefully plunged in. I couldn't help but scream in pain and pleasure which attracted a small crowd to their open door. Between their forceful fuck onslaughts they invited onlookers to fuck and breed me making it clear no rubbers were allowed in their room and guests were not allowed to pull out and leave their room until they had made a cum deposit in me. I took five more loads in the ass before the two giant bears each flooded my dripping ass with their deluges of cum. I could barely walk back to our room as my sheep farmer friend approached me from behind. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the area with a bank of porn screens. He pointed out a handsome tall slim guy sitting in the corner who opened up his towel just as we were looking. "Fuck! Is that a biohazard tattoo on his groin? He just gave me the most satisfying breeding in the dark room. I had to see who it was. Fuck, I have toxic cum in me. Fuck!" I led him back to our room reassuring; "That’s fuckin hot man, you're on PreP so you can take all the hot toxic loads you can get. Fuckin A!." With some panic in his eyes he responded; "I'm not chasing dude." "I didn't say you were. You're on PreP, you're safe. ... (the panic didn't leave his eyes) ... You are on PreP aren't you?You told me you were." "Awe ... um ... no that was my hubby. " "What the fuck are you talking about?" "We both went to the clinic and got the prescription. I just haven't got around to filling mine yet." "And you're letting any stranger breed you tonight?! That's called chasing my friend." "No, I don't want to get it. The thought terrifies me. In fact it's so frightening I didn't even PEP when you bred me. I knew they would also test me and I couldn't face that. Hubby just thought I went on my own and I didn't tell him otherwise. I lost a week's sleep when they tested me for the PreP prescription. I was so relieved when it came back negative." "But you let me breed you again at the artist's orgy? I don't get it. You know I'm still toxic right?" "Yeah. I just can't help myself. Fuck man, let me show you. Get your toxic cock in me, right here right now." "Are you crazy?" "Probably, just do it. Fuck me raw with your toxic dick man." He was now laid back on the bed, legs in the air, wet hole winking invitingly at me. I began to harden, stroked to full mast and plunged on in. The look of terror in his eyes transformed to extacy as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck man. Thanks. Nothing gets me this boned and excited. Once a raw cock is in me I'm both terrified and insatiable for more. Especially the cum, I just feel so satisfied when guys dump in me." "But you know that other guys cum and my precum could be infecting you right now. Fuck, I bred you last week. " "I know. I'm terrified of getting it but I just can't bring myself to give up the adrenaline rush of fear." "Fuck man, that's sick! ... and so fuckin hot!" 'I know, eh?" "Let’s get you out in the public swing and keep you terrified. I'll do my best to give you my toxic load before we leave. " It was now after midnight and there was a great crowd. There was no trouble keeping the sheep farmer's slung ass plugged and plunged with raw cock after raw cock. I warmed a few up and took a few to completion as I encouraged the guys around the sling. I took on another three loads as our 'non-chaser' tapped out at 14 loads flooding his ass. When we got back to our room he pushed me down on my back, sucked me to full erection and quickly sat on my hard raw cock. He rode me like a bucking bronco and kept begging for my poz cum. He practically dared me to knock him up all the while fearfully proclaiming his timid assurance that he was immune to HIV. I found his talk and nervous energy so intoxicating that I soon blasted deep inside him. He spontaneously had a hands free orgasm which landed on my face and in my left eye. He collapsed on top of me and wept, huge body wrenching convulsions. My cock soon softened and slipped out of him. Copious amounts of sticky cum drained onto my groin. He didn't say a word on our long drive home. When I left him in his driveway I asked if he was okay. "I'm way better than okay. I'm terrified and I can't wait to have the next stranger flooding my ass. And taking your toxic poz cum leaves me feeling invisible! I know it makes no sense. I have 0% desire to get HIV and I have no intention of using any protection. 100 % bareback sex for this cum dump."

*****13***** The Master seemed pleased with me the following morning. He told me I would be fine now had fixed me. He said he had arranged for a master he knew to loan him a slave who had been taught waxing, to spend some time with us and teach a couple of us how to do it properly. We would then be responsible for maintaining the other slaves. He said 3 would be the other boy. He also told me that there would be a "Gathering" next week and that all slaves would need to be in first class condition as they would be viewed and inspected by other masters. He said he took great pride in his slaves and how they looked and how they behaved. He told me to pass on this information to the other slaves and then said "Tell them if any of them let me down they face severe consequences" He looked at me and said "Like you did. You will be responsible for their condition. Make sure they are waxed and cleaned, inside and out. Don't let me down" I said Thankyou for trusting me to do this sir" At which point he told me to leave. I thought about what he had said about the 'Gathering' and what that meant exactly. Obviously there would be lots of sex but, I wanted to find out how it went down. 3 told me he hadn't been to one and wanted to know as well. So, we approached 2. He had been here the longest, at least three years he thought. "I've been to six. The other masters bring some of their slaves or we go to them. The Masters take their pick and fuck who they want. A couple of times they've made a slave fuck another slave while they watch. Sometimes a Master might take a slave to another room to fuck. Some are very cruel. One time a slave refused to clean a masters hole after he had a shit and the slave was badly beaten then infront of everyone then had his tongue cut out. The Master said he didn't deserve a tongue if he refused to use it. Once a Master brought a new slave with him and allowed another master to poz him infront of everyone. Sometimes a master will put a slave up for sale or have an auction for a particular slave. All we have to do is do what we're told. There's no set procedure" A few days later the Master called for 3 and I to attend him in his office. There was another master present and a young slave. He was to instruct us in different types of waxing. The Master said we were to practice on each other. The other master was quite old and had obviously been told of my castration. My Master said "Come here and show Master David your castration scar" I felt very self conscious as I walked over this man I had never seen before and lifted my gown. Master David lifted my cock out of the way and ran his forefinger along my scar. "A very nice job. I do like a young eunuch. I'll be looking for you next week at the gathering" At which point he turned me around and gently ran his hands over my buttocks. "Mmmm, quite delightful" Then he told us to go and learn how to wax. The other slave we learned was called 'Paul' That was the name his master had given him. I had assumed all slaves were given numbers but apparently it was up to each master to choose names which is as it should be. He told us that his master was very kind and despite his age had a huge sexual appetite. He had nine slaves and would occasionally fuck them all in a day. The instruction went well. I hadn't realised there were so many different types or ways to wax a body. ***To be continued ***

Part 6 - Playing with the big boys “Twice already?” John says “that’s hot - thank him son” he says to me. I gasp a thank you as Spartan crushes me into the couch with another kiss and I try to do the load math in my head. “2 loads daddy?” I hear myself ask. His fur is slick with sweat, mine and his, and I feel so perfectly violated by this glorious specimen of manliness that I want to cry. He looks at me and nods, never taking his eyes off mine. He breaks my serenity of knowing he filled me twice with a long stroke of my face before heaving himself off me and out of me. As his thick cock is released from my hole, he gestures for me to sit up - a glob of thick cum sits on the tip of his dick and he guides my head to lick it up. “Just your tongue baby, lick it clean” I lap every inch of that dick till it glistens in the dim light of the lamp - savouring every taste like a new sensation to be explored and discovered. I feel big hands massage my shoulders from behind and my physical self nearly leaves my body it feels so good. “Time to play with the big boys” I hear John’s now familiar, deep voice command. Hands from I don’t know how many men arrange me back on my knees on the couch. In this position I could be nearer the speakers, or the volume could’ve gone up, but once more the energy from the EDM thumps away any thoughts of inhibition. John kneels in front of me, looks at me and softly speaks “brace yourself son” At that moment I feel a thin cold rod enter my rectum. I move to see what it is, but John is quicker and grabs my head almost painfully “Eyes fucking forward slut - eyes fucking forward” the authority in his voice speaks to my soul and I remain rigid at his command. Whatever is in my ass deposits a powerful stream of liquid about 5 inches into my anus and I feel it. Like ice water. “Here we go” I hear Guy laugh from behind as the rod leaves my ass. A firm slap across my two cheeks follows and I feel the liquid trickle further into me as I send my mind to investigate the new sensation in my ass. What started as ice water begins to feel like fire - the sandpaper sensation of earlier with Kem - only my ass was fucking itself as it tried to expel the inexorably warm liquid - failing to do anything other than spread it further and deeper into my body. “Oh god” I cry “oh god!” as the burning roughness intensifies to a point where I think about breaking John’s command and looking to see what they’d put in me. “Breathe” I hear Guy over the thumping din of the pain rolling through my ass. “Fucking breathe” I squint my eyes shut against the pain and sink my shoulders and head into the couch. The position forces my ass further up and I instantly wish I’d staid still. The ice water runs deeper up my ass at the new angle and I wanna scream it’s so hot. Two firm hands reset my position, bringing my head back up and depressing my ass as a smooth, deep but unfamiliar voice says “easy boy - let me help you” I feel a cock next to my quivering hole, and the pressure of a flared head parting my ass lips. 1,2,3 shoves before the cock enters me at the exact moment another terrible convulsion spasms along my anus and shakes my physical form to the core of my being. “Fuck that’s nice” I hear the voice of my penetrator moan. I hear another voice ask if it’s “warm” and I don’t know if he’s asking me or my top, but both of us groan an assent at the same time. The room erupts in laughter as my new top’s dick nestles fully in my ass. I can feel a roughness where he’s shaved his pubes - the graze of stubble against my ass cheeks - another sensation competing for bandwidth in my increasingly overloaded mind. The burning heat of the liquid dominates every other feeling - the shaven pubes, the penetration, and the hands of multiple men drawing patterns over my body in my own glistening sweat. I don’t know how many men are fondling me just that they all seem intent on focussing my mind back on my body. My brain struggles to know what to do - the sensations are cacophonous and constant. I hear more encouragements as my top starts skewering me with long, fantastic strokes, and my physical assailants move their hands across my body more firmly. I hear myself let out a gurgled moan that doesn’t want to end as the dick inside me discovers a pool of the ice liquid in a crevice of my ass and angles a thrust to release it like a second river of fire deep into my body. “Fuck…found some” I hear him say “massaging it into you like a good boy” The second river is still fire, but the sensation is different. It makes itself known over everything else, like a glowing ember deep inside my ass. My bombarded mind latches onto it like a beacon in the darkness, and starts exploring it - starts following it. I don’t know if that makes sense but it was like a physical light pulling me deeper into my own ass. Little pin-pricks of voltage, uncomfortable but interesting exploded along the shaft of the cock inside me. Kinetic energy from the glorious light source that threatened to explode if my top kept up his rhythm and pace. As my mind explored, my eyes opened to see John and Guy’s faces in front of me, deep in a passionate kiss with one another. The image of these two glorious, confident men expanded the visceral sensations I was feeling as I connected their exchange to a deep, growing hunger in my soul. I groan deeply again but keep my eyes fixed on Guy and John’s passionate embrace. The sound stirs Guy from his kiss and he and John both open their eyes to fix on mine. John moves sweaty curls from my brow and both men observe me hungrily, staring deeply into my eyes and smiling triumphantly - perfect white teeth that stand out in the low-lit gloom. “welcome to your true self kid” Guy says proudly as John ruffles my sweat-soaked hair. The top thrusts wickedly into my ass, the rivers of warmth replaced entirely by the pulsing energy now threatening to violently explode. It’s dangerous, I know it is - a space in my mind calls out to be careful, to get up and stop - I hear it as it grows ever more distant against the power of the energy forming in my bowels. I mutter a low stream of “ughs” as I struggle to retain control against the impending, perfect disaster in my ass. “It’s happening boys” Guy announces and gets up with John. “Just stay looking forward, boy” John whispers as both move around to get a better view of my defilement as the distant voice of reason telling me to stop vanishes. “Oh fuck yeah!” My top bellows and nearly touches the growing ball of energy moving along the length of my anus, ever closer to the tip of his thrusting cock. Like two forces colliding, the tip of his penis pushes a few centimetres further than it had previously, to touch the reactive energy. At that perfect moment I experience heaven. A fusion-wave of pure, white-hot bliss crashes out of every nerve ending in my body - a shaking explosion of sexual force that overrides every other sense - neurons and synapses scream at me to get fucked, no, get bred as the shockwave alters my physical codes to divert every attention to the muscles in my ass. I can feel the muscles in my ass, control them, explore them like a hitherto unknown muscle group I’d just discovered. My brain sends a pulse to my ass, a hungry, massaging pulse designed to please and is rewarded by an injection of pre-cum from the dick that ignited my collapse into pleasure. “Good…fucking…boy” my top cries through gritted teeth as I send my every energy into my ass. His cock swells in my pussy as I stimulate it on increasing autopilot as he explodes in his own expression of sexual bliss. I hear someone say “Mark (I think Mark) is lucky” before someone else saying “his turn though mate, just the way it goes”. “Kid’s a keeper - he’ll be back” I hear Guy’s distinct accent confirm and the room growls in agreement. ‘Mark’s’ cock fires ropes and ropes of cum into me. I feel the heat of his sperm quickly and purposefully being absorbed into my anal walls as they pulse with uninhibited hunger for semen. I absorb as much as he pours into me - a radiant heat all along my inner self. Different to the burn from the ice water - a necessary, perfect warmth that stimulates my pleasure centres. “Fuuuuuck” Mark cries, angling more shots at different lengths along my anal canal. Load count : VI “Come on man!” Someone says but is quickly hushed as Mark just chuckles, enjoying his powerful, forceful orgasm. “I ain’t leaving till he’s gotten everything he needs” Mark reassures me, as though he recognised the latest pulsing shiver in my ass for what it was - a fear of him exiting me. He strokes his hand through the pool of sweat in the dimples of my ass, and presses gently on them, alternating pressure between left to right - it’s like he’s pressing buttons with a direct link to my last control centre and he literally assumes command of my body - my ass responds to him and him alone with his simple, alternating pressures. “Oh god” I nearly scream as there’s no-one left in my control deck. Everything is centred on the perfect force he’s exerting over my ass muscles and my insatiable desires. I hear a tumult of ‘wows’ as Mark conducts my body to his own orgasmic symphony - “second… fucking…load” he groans through punctuated breathing. He presses my dimples hard so my lower back depresses and my ass rises to meet his thrusts. He barks a long ‘fuck!’ as a second river of cum flows into my waiting body and down the perfect tilt of my ass. He wants this load deep and I can feel it run down into the heart of myself. The walls of my ass can’t absorb it quickly enough with the cum already soaking it, so it’s free to pass down into my guts. A radiating heat follows the flow as it snakes into me. My sense of pride at helping another man cum floods my sensors, as my mind wanders to ever more horny thoughts - to being made whole by other men, to getting bred, and becoming pregnant. That last thought snaps something in my mind and I cry out in bliss. Load Count : VII Mark releases the pressure on my ass and my body regains some physical control. A strange sensation in my cage tells me I’m leaking, but it feels looser than it ever has. Like it no longer fits me properly - an uncomfortable sensation that something has happened to my dick provides more for my racing pleasure centres to process. Mark reached down to my caged crotch, almost as though he realises I’m experiencing sensation somewhere other than my ass as he’s still lodged in me, and finds my drooling cage. “Someone feed this to him” he exclaims, “nothing wasted tonight…well…maybe one thing” his laughter is matched by others in the room as he pulses his softening cock in the chasm of my ass. I hear Guy’s distinct voice say “Oh nice” - as a hand paws at my cage, collecting my juices as my cock works overtime to produce it. Guy’s semen coated fingers appear at my face as he comes back around the back of the couch. “Suck your own pre-cum son, I want to see you eat it” as he presents his entire hand coated in strings of my own pure silver pre-cum. I eagerly open my mouth and extend my tongue to greet every last finger he offers me, licking at them like I was possessed, savouring the taste of myself. He smiles as he rolls three digits around my mouth and pushes them back and forth into my throat. “The new guys ready?” I hear Guy say over my shoulder as Mark’s softened prick pops out of my hole. I hear a nondescript reply as Guy removes his fingers, and says “good”. He leers down at me as he grabs Mark as he approaches around the back of the sofa, pulling his deflated cock into my mouth. “Suck on it like you life depends on it boy - he gave you two loads, worship him” “Yes sir” I say and Guy stops, looks at me and smiles as Mark’s flaccid, cum-covered cock fills my mouth with the depth-heat of my own ass. “Batter up” I hear John say as Guy calls over to someone behind me. “Few more here before we take him up?” “Definitely” John replies with a wicked lilt.

i also started when i was youg, about 12. some of my friends and i would jerk-off together and exchange ideas. i realized mine were much different when i suggested inserting things in our ass. they reported they had trouble with pens when i had progressed to brom-handles and larger. i also enjoyed the feeling of cum on my skin and enjoyed tasting it. i also started pixssing on myself and experimented with bondage and pain. when i had my first cocks i knew my place.

HAHAHAHAHA ... fun twist on the ancient and never-failing truth. How one man can control the (mis) information consumed by millions on a daily basis is a real problem. Rupert must be turning over in his (damn - still anticipated) grave.

I remember humping pillows and things from a young age, I think around 7 or 8. Then I tried it with a balloon and it felt great, and I was precumming by then but not ejaculating. A couple of years after that I got a couple of pairs of K-way shorts that really turned me on. They were nylon with a plastic-like coating that felt awesome against my dick when I wore them inside out. I was humping and cumming all the time in them. Around that same time I started trying to stuff various things up my ass, from bananas to a spindle from the foot board of my bed. Several guys have mentioned dressing in girls clothing, which I did a few times, too, but it never felt sexual, and didn't turn me on.

And at this point in its history, AIDS or GRID as it was then known was also a minor event even less widespread than monkeypox. It was ignored by business, by politicians and by the gay community for a long time and continued to spread over the next few months. I am not really comparing the two diseases. Monkeypox does not seem to be fatal and rarely has long lasting effects (save scars) but it is more transmissible than hiv even without sexual contact. There also was no vaccine for hiv (there still is not one though there is PrEP) and the use of condoms as preventative was not confirmed effective until a couple of years into the pandemic. A couple of months of parties cancelled and the vaccination of many of those right now most at risk (what pariahs we will be should it enter hetero society in great numbers) is a small price to pay to forestall further spread of the virus.

lol it was like the baby was launched out of a circus cannon.

Chapter 6 The next three weeks waiting for either the arrival of night sweats and fuck flu, or a negative HIV test were pure torture. I had promised myself I would only engage in safe sex while waiting and figured from my track record no sex would be the best plan of attack. For the first four days I even avoided porn. I needed to keep from stirring my cravings. In hindsight I think this only increased my libido to epic proportions. Every half decent looking guy I saw sent shivers of lust through my skin. I couldn't concentrate on the story lines of movies or TV shows, my imagination was so busy undressing the lead men. If they were having sex I was totally frustrated their cocks were not visible and I was consumed by jealousy that they weren't 'doing' me. If I was in touching distance of a guy it took every once of my energy to keep from stroking their strong hairy arms; or diverting my eyes from being glued to their crotch. By the fifth day I knew I needed to change my tact. I went to a gay restaurant needing to be with my tribe; but, where it would be harder to hookup than at a gay bar. I made sure I had lots of condoms in my pockets 'just in case.' My waiter was a cute twink and very flirty. It was fun to tease and flirt back. He really wasn't my ideal type so I didn't feel I was in much danger. The booze with my meal was warming my veins and relaxing my brain as I paid up and left. It was a beautiful evening so I set out for a relaxing walk. With my guard down I was soon sitting on a park bench in a popular cruising area. I startled out of this relaxed revelry when a very portly guy sauntered past me blatantly rubbing his crotch. Quickly I rationalized. 'Giving him a blowjob would be safe enough.' I was instantly on my feet and following him into the bushes. He had his small pecker out and ready before I reached him so I dropped to my knees. Even though not large it felt great to have a cock in my mouth. His sighs of pleasure made it clear I was doing an adequate job. I was beginning to anticipate my first ever mouthful of cum when he pulled out of me and proclaimed; "Fuck me!" With no thought I found myself balls deep with my naked cock in his tight hole. Waves rippling across his ample ass was an intoxicating sight and I was soon unloading a multi day orgasm deep inside him. That's when I snapped awake. 'What had I just done?' I pulled up my pants and ran for home forgetting my manors to thank him. My shame at so easily losing control and my relief that I had topped rather than being bred motivated me to avoid sex for the next six days. There were a few close calls and certainly the temptations were torturous, but I was able to remain successful in my goal. I felt so pleased with myself that by day seven I began to allow myself to make plans to give a blowjob or two. 'Oh, if I could just suck down a load or two.' Rightly or wrongly, I figured a public washroom would provide the safety measures needed to keep my ass out of the action. If not I would be on edge enough to be sure to remember condom use. Pockets full and bulging I headed into a Mall washroom that I had researched online. I found the one stall with a glory hole, stripped naked, sat on the throne and waited. My heart was pounding and I was disappointed when the first guy to use the neighbouring stall didn't even look through the hole. After waiting another excruciating ten minutes I heard that stall door close and latch. I snuck a peek to see a slim mall janitor stroking his average size cock with a pointed head. He caught me looking and stepped over to present my prize. As I suspected he didn't have long and was quickly fucking my face. Soon he was blasting a load into my no longer virgin mouth. I was still savoring his sweet salty nectar when the next occupant pulled and latched the door. A lovely seven inch black cock was presented at the glory hole. I quickly swallowed the remaining cum and engorged this lovely black lollypop. Once more it was not long 'til I was rewarded with his orgasm, this time pumping giz onto my tonsils. He shot a huge load. I could barely keep ahead of it with my swallowing. I loved the sensation and knew I had died and gone to fag heaven. I patiently waited and within the next half hour had guzzled down three more loads from a variety of men and cocks. So high on cum and adrenaline my brain didn't even engage when the next beautiful bear pulled his nine inches from my mouth and declared; "Give me your ass man." I was pushing my hairy hole on his raw meat with no thought to my personal pledge. My hole was very tight not having hosted a cock in almost two weeks. You'd have thought the unbearable pain would have brought me to my senses, but my hungry hole had no intention of giving up this prize. He was soon pistonning with his rock hard fuck pole and all I could manage was to delight that this gorgeous stranger was using and abusing my ass in this mall bathroom. I was experiencing a classic hot porn scene playing my idea of the lead role. I now only had one goal, to make him nut every ounce of his anonymous giz as deep in me as he chose to. And, nut he did, with a deep reverberating roar that I fully expected echoed through the halls of the mall. He was soon gone and with my dripping ring still pressed against the glory hole my hands reached up to cover my eyes as I thought; 'What the fuck have I just done?!' I now knew I had lost the battle with my pledge. From that moment 'til my test day I would guiltily try and fail to avoid sex. With one compromising situation after another my risk loving ass saw my guts painted with anonymous load after load. By the time I returned to the clinic I had ingested dozens of creamy loads and hosted a baker's dozen breedings making the HIV test null and void. All the same I lied to the clinic staff swearing all encounters had been safe. They knew I was lying and gave me the rapid test. When it showed negative they took more blood and sent me away for the next torturous two weeks to wait for the more thorough test results.

Chapter 5 "You're still safe from this morning's PEP." Those fabulous words sounded like a 'get out of jail free card' in my ears. Not only could I 'pass go', I could collect loads 'til my hungry ass was content. At least for the rest of the day. On the front steps of the clinic I pulled off my t-shirt and began to jog away from my home. For the moment forgetting I could be converting from the potentially poz silver fox I felt exhilarated and free to embrace this day like no day before. I'd start by striking out in an entirely new direction. I'd read about guys hooking up in adult book stores and had a vague recollection of seeing one on the east side of our city. I jogged in the mid-day sun and smiled to recall my speedy journey from virginity to a young man who'd collected at least a dozen loads of cum in my ass over the last couple days. All from total strangers, a far cry from the romantic notions I had been socialized to expect. No, this wild ride felt entirely appropriate to my gay senses. Sex with anonymous men felt like the only way it could have gone. The only way I wanted at least for now. Instead of spreading my wings I was more than ready to spread my ass cheeks. At least for the rest of the day as the PEP worked in my system. This was the freedom Prep would give me every day I thought triumphantly. Hot and sweaty I arrived at the strip mall with the adult book store. Right next door was a Pub with a large outdoor patio. As I moved to pull on my shirt the tall handsome waiter invited me to take a seat in the sun and encouraged me to leave the shirt off. "You'll be good for business"; he teased good heartedly. I decided to order their daily special. A plate of nachos and a pitcher of beer. Perfect for my celebrative mood. I noshed and sipped away watching mostly older men coming and going from the book store. I clearly was the eye candy distracting their eyes from their destination. I began to worry just a little about my tenting shorts. By the third glass of beer I caught the waiter's eye. Mouthing 'I gotta piss' I lifted my shirt in his direction. He pointed inside and shook his head granting permission to not bother putting it on. I was enjoying the long steady flow through my semi hardon when I felt the presence of a guy at each of my bare shoulders. My waiter whispered in my ear as the bar tender took a firm grasp of my pissing cock. "We locked the door, don't worry. But we gotta make this quick." My shorts were already around my ankles and soon the bar tender's raw six inches was pounding my ass. I was sucking on the waiter's substantial seven inches. True to their word both had loaded my ass within a few brief minutes. I was soon back swilling my beer while reveling in the three stranger's loads resting deep inside me. After two more glasses of beer I realized I was just tipsy enough. I could do without finishing the pitcher, however, I did need more cum. I paid my bill leaving an extra large tip and carefully managed my way across and into the bookstore. The clerk checked my I.D., sold me tokens and encouraged me to go right back to the booths if I wasn't going to bother with pulling on a shirt. I apologized and he assured me, "Oh, no need at this point. Those guys are going to love you. All I ask is that you get fully dressed before you come back out." He said this with a big smile. When my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness I realized I was right in front of a pot bellied middle aged man. He was holding out the top of his sweat pants to display his 9.5 inch curved erection. I waisted no time stepping forward and reaching in to touch it. He said; "Get out of those shorts. This is going up your ass here and now. " I didn't need to be told twice and soon had his naked cock head breaching my outer hole. He fucked me loud and hard to a growing audience of horny men. Once again it was not long 'til this guy roared and blasted the fourth load of the day deep inside my anal sphincter. He quickly pulled out and in lightening speed succession three more guys fucked and bred me right there in the hallway. As the last was finishing up an incredibly handsome 70 year old began to passionately kiss me. With the crowd disappearing he gently took my hand and led me into a booth. Closing the door he proceeded to drop coins in the machine and changed the channel to gay bdsm porn. All my clothes had been left in the hallway. He pushed me down to give him a blowjob. His hard thick ten inches were soon choking me. As he guided me back to my feet and spun me around he asked for a condom. "Mine are out there. But you've seen already I don't really need one." "It's not for you slut. I'm not sticking my unprotected cock in your sess pool without something covering it. " With that he produced a condom from his pocket and soon had it firmly over his beauty. This disappeared deep into my fuck shoot. At first I was quite disappointed. It didn't feel right. It actually burned a bit. But, he was very good at wheedling his tool back there and I soon found I was enjoying the experience. In fact I was feeling quite proud of myself. Finally I was riding a sheathed cock the way I'd been taught in sex ed classes. At least twenty minutes of powerful fucking had passed and my hole really was burning now. I told him I was desperately needing a break. I had missed the erratic change in his breathing and he assured me; "Breeding your ass now! Fuuuuuuccck! Take my load. " As he was catching his breath I reached around and felt the base of his cock. What had he been talking about? His cock was still sheathed. He pulled out of me and made sure I saw an almost intact condom covering his deflating member. The angry head was completely bare. Clearly he had tampered with the reservoir. "I had every intention of breeding your slutty cum hungry hole. Just needed to reduce my risk from all the potential disease sloshing around in your gut, you filthy ass hole! Now get lost. " All I could find were my runners and shorts. Some of the guys must have decided to keep my shirt and underwear for souvenirs. The counter clerk was not pleased as I tried to sneak through the front of the store. His words as I exited; "Straight home now, before all those loads turn into a river running down your leg. " He wouldn't know but the last one made eight. I was certainly making good use of the P.E.P. Now as long as the silver fox hadn't pozed me I'd be in good shape for Prep. Hopefully the memory of these hot loads would satisfy me as I pledged to keep to only safe sex for the next three weeks. I checked my shorts pocket to be sure I still had the packets from the clinic.

Lost count how many times I’ve been fucked BB by someone POZ or unknown… then told myself I should probably get on PrEP for the future after having tested Neg. But never follow through and I cave to temptation so very easily. When I’m horny, it’s like another side of me takes over and I can’t control myself and my lust. 😈

Hotels are great way to get multi loads. Dudes don’t save up, hold back the wad like bathouse, and they show up even if they don’t have a lot of time. I guess it can be awkward waiting in line, but for me it’s like random bonding as we take turns on some open hole, show off etc. when ur the one ass up it’s also great to get another to wingman, be shoulder to shoulder as dudes have at the hole, share poppers

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