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If a bottom asks me for a condom, I'll always say yes. What they don't know is that I buy my condoms in bulk at Costco at the start of every winter. I keep them inside my BBQ grill in the backyard all winter so they sit in sub-zero weather for months, then move them to my car trunk at the start of every summer so they get roasted in heat for a few more months. And now they're ready, because it's now back-to-school season. Same routine every year. Did I bring any lube? Of course I did. They don't know it's Vaseline though. This little 19-year-old invited me over to his one-bedroom apartment, starting his sophomore year of college, recently heartbroken by his college fling of a boyfriend and now looking to explore with a daddy type since he's so over "boys his age." He had a typical twink frame at 5'7" being toned but not muscular, hairless except for his shaggy dirty blonde hair on top of his pretty face with green eyes, and introverted body language as if he needed to be fostered like a lost puppy. This fag was bound to get into trouble eventually in the wrong hands, it just so happens to be mine. I'm going to throw this bitch around with my 6'1" ex-football player dad bod, but only after I've gained his trust. It's so much more satisfying that way, plus this one seems dumb as shit, best to get into his head now so he knows what he's made for. As I lay in his double bed beside him, spooning his body with mine, I can tell he's melting in front of me. His eyes linger on mine, hungering for affection, and I indulge every little bit of his desires. His moans and purring confirms what I know, he's in heat. I smell his neck gently and slowly before licking it, gliding my tongue towards his earlobes as I take a nibble, simultaneously pinching his pink nipples. I feel his tender body jolt every few moments against my hairy chest, his smooth little butt bucking against my dripping uncut 8" member. His little cock was dripping precum, a short little 4 incher sticking straight out spraying pre every time he spasmed from pleasure, the pre what would become my lube for his pussy. My lips found his and I invaded his sweet teenage mouth, ravishing his untainted taste, getting riled up at the thought of injecting him with my poison. And it will be all his fault when he finds out, because he should've been asking me the right questions, it was just too easy to fool this fag. "Hey baby boy, do you have a condom? I want to make sure we're playing safe..." I whispered gently into his ear. "Sorry daddy, me and my ex always fucked bare because we were monogamous..." the twink asked. Most tops would say no and pressure their fag to take it anyway, not that this one needed any convincing. But the process usually starts with just gently teasing the hole, circular motions, always with just the tip, and then they get so hungry after the head slips in "by accident" that they inevitably just succumb to their needs and takes a raw dicks. Fags are simple minded creatures. But my style is covert, as if I'm an agent on a mission. I want zero perceived culpability. I'm the good daddy that could never hurt you on the outside. On the inside I'm thinking you fucking dumb little shits, a horny bottom's stupidity turns me on so fucking much and they deserve to get knocked up. That's the only real way to learn about sexual education, not that garbage they teach you in high school. "Aww baby, I'm a little nervous now..." I pretended to say. The little twink got worried about being rejected immediately and turned his angelic little face towards mine with worried eyes. "B-but, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in trembles. "I don't usually do this hookup app thing that often, I know it's more for boys your age like you who wants to play around all the time, I get it you're young and horny nonstop, I just, we have to be cautious especially with people on the internet," I explained. And before he could utter a single retort, I hurriedly asked my next question which I knew would seal the deal. "You promise me you're clean, right?" I asked along with convincingly fearful anticipation. I had to be the level-headed top, the safe one. "Oh my God yes, daddy I promise, I promise I'm clean, I'm a good boy, I've only ever been fucked by my ex, nobody else, I swear on my life I'm clean" he pleaded. "I mean, I guess I can trust you baby, but I mean, I've only known you since tonight... We have to use a condom okay? Thankfully I brought some just in case, call me old-fashioned, but you have to be prepared. Here, I'll even leave an extra one for you, a cute boy like you I'm sure gets a lot of action," I said, with the not-so-subtle subtext that basically reads him like a slut. "No, no, daddy, I won't need it, I mean, unless I'm with you again?" he asked. Desperate little cunt, he is. He's so hungry for my approval he hasn't even asked me my status. "Let's start slow, okay baby? Here, let's just feel close to each other while you wrap my cock up for me, can you do that baby?" I requested as I pecked him with a bunch of mini-kisses to show affection. Without a word the twink grabs the condom wrapper, rips it open and reaches between his legs, past his little cock and starts to unroll the latex on my thick erect pole poking out between his legs. He needs to wrap it so he knows it's there, he feels ownership over his own safety. It'll be his fault if it breaks, because he put it on wrong. With my cock sheathed and prepared, I pinch his little dick with my left hand to grab his pre, he squeals with delight as I rub his tender little boy head, and I proceed to grease my dong with his copious precum. Before I attempt to put pressure on his pussy, he suddenly reaches out to his bedside table and grabs a bottle of poppers. Oh, this is gonna be good. He returns back into position being my little spoon as he starts to huff. I circle my cock head on his sphincter as he huffs, and as soon as the poppers get recapped with the top, I start to sink my cock inside this teen hole. Slowly, firmly, deeply. "Ooohhhhh, m-m-my, GOD!!!!!! Dah-deeeee!" he screams as his pretty eyes bulge out of his eyes, digging his fingers into my thighs as I press against him, bending him slowly forward while nestled in the big spoon of my body. "Shhhh, shhh, it's okay baby boy, it's okay, just let me in, okay? Your hole has a visitor who needs to be let in, and you want to invite him in don't you?" I cooed into his ear. He began thrashing from pain and pleasure but started to steady his breathing before replying. "Y-y-yes, daddy, I'm just, I'm just so FULL, my dick feels like it's going to explode, I've never felt like this before..." he explained in a euphoric state. I knew his prostate was firing off pleasure signals all over his teenage body. He's beginning to feel what he's meant to feel like, finally. He's also squeezing my throbbing cock with his pretty pussy involuntarily as he struggles, and with only my spit as lube that rubber's bound to break any second. Before it does I make my next move. "Maybe some lube will make it fit easier baby, do you have any lube?" "N-n-no daddy, sorry, I've never needed it because my ex's cock was never as huge as yours!" "Damn, alright, no condoms OR lube?" I asked, passively and aggressively suggesting that he's a slut. "Uh-uh I mean, I" he stammered. "Oh wait, I remember, I have some Vaseline that I use for my lips when it gets dry out, that should do the trick, hold on a second," I replied as I withdrew my wrapped cock from his hungry hole. He groaned from feeling empty as I pulled out and got on all fours on the bed as I grabbed my little pot of Vaseline from the pocket in my jacket on the ground beside the bed. I got behind this teenage ass and slapped my sheathed dick on his hole a few times as he enjoyed another hit of his poppers. I passed him the Vaseline pot after taking the lid off. "Wanna lube up daddy's cock for me, baby boy?" "Yes daddy!" And with that he proceeded to stick two fingers into the little pot and smeared the Vaseline all over my cock very excitedly. Since it was only his hands this whole time wrapping me up and lubing me up, he can't blame me if the condom breaks. Which it will once he starts squeezing my cock again with his pussy while the Vaseline breaks down the latex. Fucking dumb neg twink. He positions the head of my wrapped cock to his hole and starts pulling me in. I slowly enter him until his hand leaves my cock, at which point I drive balls deep in one motion. "Ohhhhh-my-GAWD daddy! You're hitting all my spots!" the little bitch said. He took yet another hit of his poppers and started to buck like a bronco against my cock. "Damn boy, you need to slow down or you're going to make me cum!" "FUCK yes daddy, I want to make you feel good! Does my pussy feel good to you, daddy? Do you like that? Am I being a good boy for you?" "Oh fuck yes baby boy, but I want to enjoy this for longer, your pussy is really working my cock, damn!" I slap his right ass cheek, and with that, I knew the rubber was a goner. I'm now rawdogging this slut and I know he's already getting some pre in his guts because I leak like a faucet. I didn't need the Vaseline, it's just assurance for the illusion. But now it's gametime. "Mmmmm, I feel soooo good hearing you say that, daddy, I'm so proud that I can make you feel good!" This teen sub faggot just kept going and didn't let up. This is perfect, I needed him in heat, for his horniness to take over to make him feel all the guilt for what's about to happen. "B-baby, you, you gotta take it easy, daddy's feeling too good! Fuck baby! I love your pussy!" "Mmmmm good because I'm feeling sooooo good right now daddy, I've never felt more full! I just need it more and more!" He was in an absolute frenzy, piledriving his ass onto my rod, he's so bottomed out and gooned out on his prostate pleasure that he's not even listening to me anymore. "Baby I should pull out just to check-" "NO, daddy! Stay inside!" "But I just want to check-" "No daddy your cock is perfect inside me, you can't pull out now this feels SO AMAZING! Don't leave my ass, PLEASE!" He was squeezing my ass extra hard now, but with all the Vaseline and my poison precum sloshed inside his teenage guts the feeling was starting to make me tremble, my poz load boiling inside my balls, imminently boiling over to flood his young guts. "B-baby, if you keep doing that with your ass daddy's gonna... daddy's gonna..." "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCKING BREED ME!" "OH FUCK I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!!" I slammed into his pretty pussy one last time and I throbbed, hard, for at least 1 full minute. My cock just kept throwing up semen over and over again, I could feel the pulses of my cock reverberate deep inside his ass as he squeezed my cock back in-kind with every volley of cum leaving my body. It wasn't until I finally finished and started to come down from my euphoria that I realized the boy came hands free beneath me. And damn, did that boy shoot lots, and far. It was like a Pollock painting on the bed sheets. We were both raggedly breathing, slowing down as I slumped over his smooth and beautiful twink body. I kissed his neck and nibbled his ear lobes. "Thank you, wow, you are incredible." The twink turned his head backwards with what looked like tears in his eyes. He had a mixture of sadness, relief, but most of all, satiated lust in his eyes. I knew he was thinking about his boyfriend right now, but also of what a good fuck we just gave each other. He began to kiss me, and I returned his kiss with the same tenderness. He breaks for a second to look into my eyes. "That was, the best sex I've ever had in my life. Wow, my ex never fucked me like that. I've only ever cum handsfree from playing with dildos, but never while actually getting fucked. You were my first!" He began kissing me with more tongue and passion this time. This boy is bonding to me. I couldn't have asked for a better way for this to turn out, because it sets up my next maneuver. "Let me just pull out, baby, I'm still inside you," I said with a wink. I stood myself back up on my knees by steading my arms and hands on his ass cheeks. I ever so slowly began to pull out my cock from his hole that seemed to still suck me back in if it could. And this is where I should be nominated for an Oscar. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I screamed. "What's wrong?! What happened?!" the twink squealed as he quickly turned himself to me also on his knees on the bed. There he stared down at my cock with the condom shredded, hanging by a thread of my still slicked pole with his ass juices and my cum. It honestly made my cock jump again and caused another glob of cum to flick onto the twink's little boner. "The condom, it broke! The fucking condom broke! Oh no, oh no, this is horrible, fuck how could this have happened!" I demanded with such remorse and regret. I was actually incredibly turned on at this moment but channeled my passion into my "anger." The twink had to understand that I was upset and would never want this to happen. "Oh fuck, I don't know, how could th-" "I told you! I wanted to pull out to check to see if the condom was still okay, but you begged me to stay inside and squeezed my cock so hard with your ass, it must've made the rubber break from all that pressure, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I should've put the condom on myself to be sure it was on properly, FUCK! I'm so stupid!" I yelled as I put my face into my hands. The boy sounded like he was about to start bawling. Just as I wanted, he has now assumed responsibility blindly for me breeding his neg ass. "I gotta go, I need, I need to go to a clinic or something right now, I'm so freaked out," I suggested to myself. "But you said you were clean, right?" "Of course I'm clean, but I can't be sure that you are! Look, you're real sweet, but I barely know you, I don't know who you've been with or what you do with other guys- "Daddy I promise you're only the second person I've ever been with! I swear I'm clean!" "I know you're saying that, but I'm sorry I don't know you well enough to truly believe that yet. I need to go, I'm so sorry," I explained as I quickly gathered my clothes on. The boy was desperate for words but nothing came out except for some indeterminable noises. He was in crisis mode but his brain couldn't work fast enough to say something to make me calm down or stay. That little innocent idiot. I looked at him one more time once my shoes were on, and gave him a look that must've read that I'm trying to be polite, but most of all worried. I half-smiled at him and bolted for the front door and then the stairs to the ground floor of his apartment. As I started my car on the side of the road just outside his building, I get a notification from the boy. FreshTwinkie13: Daddy, I'm so so sorry, I promise you I'm telling the truth. I'll get tested and show you my results, I swear! I hope this isn't the last time I see you :( I'm not sure whether I'll see this little faggot again. I'll decide later. Whether he tests neg or poz, it doesn't matter really. Either way, it's all his own fault.

I've offered wondered why I so enjoy being watched when I'm getting fucked. I absolutely love being watched, when this happens I am much more of a cum pig and it drives me to be more filthy, take more loads and be more of a pig boi. Does anybody else feel the same and what do you think is behind this mentality?

Grindr Dan I had a young lad ping me a message, ‘your cunt free’. The horny little chav fukka was a short lad with a 8.5 inch lush dick I wanted to take as soon as I saw it. He told me he wanted to fuck my cunt in a jock on all fours anon. He clearly wanted to play when he asked, ‘ Is daddy Up for taking my boi juices’? I thought I would play along when I replied, ‘yes son’. That’s it, he was up for it! 20 minutes later he arrived in his chav gear to find me hooded and ass up in my jock. A few minutes wanking and his impressive dick was ready. He teased my hole with precum then started on teasing it in. Without even stripping off he was balls deep in my cunt as promised. He had unleashed his tenting cock from his grey trackies and as I looked down, I glimpsed him stood there is his red Nike Air Max trainers and T-shirt. He looked a proper dirty chav as he fucked my hole and could easily have been my son. He kept asking if daddy loved taking his dick, daddy did! He was clearly enjoying for being inside me as he paused to strip his boxers, trackies and top off. Then, still with his sox and trainers on he got back to it. He climbed back inside me and pushed me up the bed. This guy was tiny but he fucked good and hard and clearly knew what he was doing. He dommed my cunt giving it a good pounding. He kicked my legs wide apart and ripped off my hood and I glanced back to see this horny fukka for the first time. He said he was in his twenties but looked about 18. ‘So slutty daddy wants by boi juices then?, he asked as encouragement. ‘Yes son, daddy wants that spunk of yours! He started to work out on my cunt when he started to do push ups on top of me with his dick inside me. He pounded me good until he was ready to empty his teenage load. He made me beg my son for his cum load and the little slut watched my face when he eventually gave in and bred me! When he had finished pumping his hot young boi juice into me he pulled out and started pulling his boxers and grey trackies back up. I dropped to my knees to enjoy his still solid cummy cock. His creamed load tasted great. He grabbed the pen and tagged my ass with his name, DAN and an arrow pointing to the cum dripping cunt he’d just used!

Yeah he did! He’s been back 9 times in total now to dump his load!

Visited Basement sauna in Manchester on Friday night. It was absolutely dead with only a few guys wandering around. It was early doors though so I didn't give up hope. I spotted a guy with a muscular physique much like my own. I'm not usually into muscle but he had a lovely hard, shaved cock with a steel cock ring thatade his cock swollen and the veins pronounced. I love sucking on the blood engorged head and then sinking myself down his shaft. I vaguely remembered him from a previous visit and I think he's bottom...and one that doesn't douche. He was sat back on a bed against the wall so I span round and lowered myself onto his dick. He didn't protest so I rode him for a short while until he bust his load in me and left. I made my way back into the dark room. It seems all the guys in the place were packed into the small room. Soon had my hands on cocks and hands on mine... And my arse. I was sucking a cock and he went to sit on the bench. I bent over to suck him and shortly after felt fingers at my hole, then a tongue and a few moments later a cock head. It was a very all cock and whoever it belonged to had trouble staying inside. I've got a bubble butt from years of squats and you need some length haha. That said I love a small cock early in the night as it leaves the cum load shallow which means the following fucks are sloppy and I love sloppy! He busted inside me and I carried on sucking but unfortunately didn't get the load and he left. I then sucked the cock of a geared guy with a big 8" thick and curved cock with large mushroom head. I badly wanted him to fuck me but he seemed really cagey and just kind of drifted from guy to guy just getting sucked but not fucking. I'd end up sucking him a few more times throughout the night. Back in the darkroom and I started playing with the cocks of two guys stood in the shadows. One was cut and hung so I bent over to suck the other guy hoping he'd fuck me and that exactly what he did. The guy I was sucking sat on the bench so I could rest myself between his legs and the other guy fucked md hard and came loudly a few moments later. I went downstairs to my locker and a hung older daddy with a huge PA started to cruise me. I smiled and made my way back to the cruising area and he followed. I walked straight to the sling..for sone reason I thought he'd be into it and I wasn't wrong! The sling room was in darkness as the lights didn't work and there wasn't any porn on the screen. Another guy slipped inside before he shut the door. We played with each other a bit before I jumped in the sling and he pushed that huge lump of metal into my hole. It hurt as it passed through my sphincter but then felt incredible as he started to fuck his full length into my hole. The other guy stuck his cut cock into my mouth and I lapped at it greedily. Hung daddy pulled out abd encouraged the other guy to slip inside my arse which he readily did, lasting moments before busting his load. He left and daddy shoved that dick in, much easier this time witb the fresh load to lube its way. Then the fire alarm went off! He kept fucking but then we realised it wasn't a drill so I hopped out got dressed and was out into the cold night. I took the opportunity to grab a Jay from my car and powder my nose. Hung daddy assured me we'd be let back in and he wasn't finished with me. He wanted to breed me but after I'd took another 2 loads. We eventually got let back in and we returned to the sling, this time leaving the door open. He shoved poppers under my nose frequently and went to town on my cum hole, pushing me forward on sling so I almost came off his cock but then sinking back down his full length with my full bodyweight behind it as it swung back down. He alternated between fucking my and trying to fist me. We had a lot of watchers and although he encouraged others to fuck we didn't have any taker other than the odd guy wanting me to suck them. The guy with the big cock I'd wanted to fuck all night eventually got coaxed to come in and he lined up to slide in, I was really surprised! He didn't sink his cock all the way in though, then he fucked me really erratically never actually sinking his dick home thrn pulled out after maybe 30 seconds and busted over my hole. Kinda hot but also a big disappointment in terms of the fuck. A piggy guy who'd been watching but had a stub cock dropped to his knees to lick up the load which myself and the hung daddy thought was horny. I told daddy I had to set of home soon and that I wanted his load. He reiterated that he wanted two more loads in there. I didn't think it was going to happen but then two guys walked in both going with side of my whole hung daddy fucked away. He pulled out and one of them quickly replaced him busting a quick load then leaving. The other guy was a young twink with a gorgeous big cock and hanging balls. He nervously swapped places and after a few missed attempts at penetrating my his cock eventually lined up and he sank into the cum filled gooeyness! He fucked me really good and shouted loudly as he filled me up. Pulling out after his cock had softened I felt some cum escape my hole but then saw hung daddy with a focused look in his eye push to get to my hole. He sank his dick inside and I jumped in pain as his piercing passed my now sore opening. He pounded me hard and grunted and growled as he bust inside me. I wanked my cock furiously and blew a big load over my chest to finish the night. Pushed the loads out when I got home and got it on film. I've posted on my twitter. Are we allowed to link twitter here?

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

I just bred at the family bathroom at 3am….now I’m sitting next to my unsuspecting family with a strangers load that just filled my hungry ass. we all just came back from vacation where the sec was absent and no chance of cruising. I gave up the idea that sex would happen altogether. However on a late night flight out of JFK, I went into Grindr….I met a fat cocked black guy who wanted to fuck and I agreed to meet him at the companion restroom. I went in firstly and he soon came in. I got to my knees and he was hard like iron before even getting his dick out. I sucked and made sure to gag as I didn’t have lube. His cock was easily 7.5 and around 7 thick….I used my spit to lube my hole and then tried to slide on…I was so horny, I could feel him ripping into my tight hole. He gave me some lube from his carry on and proceeded to slide in, I noticed a familiar small brown bottle and asked for a couple of hits. he gladly obliged and soon my head was flying high and my tight ass cunt opened up and swallowed his big black cock….he held me close as his cock pulsated into my o-ring. I took a couple of hard hits and began sliding on his fat cock. he was really enjoying this sensation as he was now gripping my hips and feeding me poppers. Soon my hole was open and he was drilling my ass as I held it open for the assault. I bent over and rested my chest on the sink as he fucked me deep, I still held my cheeks open for him so that he could have deep access and he began moaning. He started cumming and was loud about it…groans and moans. It was so hot having a complete stranger breed my hole at an airport. I loved every inch..I then cleaned up and left quickly. I went to the next bathroom and found that my hole was bloody and shitty….my hole still burns but I wish I had more men to fuck me like he did.

Hooked up with a Bear and his young bf. When I got to their hotel room they were both naked and ready for me. The older man told me to strip then he ordered his BF to lie belly down on the bed with his arse in the air. He looked at me and said - “go on, breed my boy” I mounted him and went in balls deep. I was fucking him when the older guy got behind me and gripped my balls - he held them tight and shoved his stubbled face deep in my arse crack and proceeded to eat my hole. It got me so fukkin horned that I pumped my seed deep in the boy’s hole. The older guy asked “did you cum in my boy”? I said, yeah, I loaded him. He told me to stay deep in his BF’s hole until my balls were drained. When I pulled out he shoved his face in his BF’s arse and licked up the sperm that had leaked out. Then he shoved his cock deep in his boy’s hole and pounded him. He was grunting about how much he loved feeling my cum on his cock. He seeded his boy, the pulled out and his shaft was covered in his cum and mine. He made his boy clean him off with his mouth.

I have no idea why you think you're "doomed" for doing something that every man on this site practices - bareback sex. JFC it's right in the name of the site. As @ErosWired noted, you don't need other people's approval to have bareback sex. What you should do - and unfortunately, this is a step far too many people omit - is to take control of your sexual health. Get on PrEP. Take it consistently (sounds like you have random sex at times, which doesn't lend itself to the "on demand" method). And at the same time, take responsibility for your choices of places to have sex. Sure, it's hot to do it regularly in public locations, but oddly, plenty of people take a dim view of public sex (gay or straight, protected or not), and I suspect you don't want to end up spending time in prison for public lewdness. Your profile doesn't say how old you are, but if you're old enough to have a place of your own to live, that's what it's for. If anyone disapproves, they can go fuck themselves. You certainly don't have to.

Chapter 23: Poz Pepperoni It took about 3 weeks but the pizza boy started showing signs of the fuk flu. For some reason, he never told us. We called for a delivery and asked for him, and they said he was out sick. I immediately sent him a text asking what was going on. He said he was afraid to tell me as he was pretty sure it was someone at the party that converted him, and not me. He then texted a pic of a home HIV test, and sure enough he was pregnant. We told him we would call the doctor and get him an appointment to be 100 percent sure, and he agreed. Luckily the doctor was available that afternoon, and overjoyed at the news. The pizza boy looked like total shit when we picked him up. There was really no need for the doctor to confirm but we knew it was an opportunity to breed him at the doctors office. My partner drove, and I got in the back seat with the boy. He was so weak and tired, he put his head against me. I just stroked his hair and told him it was all good baby boy. I reminded him that he had the desire to convert, and was sure the doctor had well informed him. He smiled at me, and then started to cry, saying he wished it was me that converted him. I reminded him it was still a possibility that it was me. The doctor warmly greeted us and told the boy a test probably wasn't necessary as the flu had hit him pretty hard, but he'd still do a test. He instructed him to strip and get on the exam table. The doctor took a blood sample, and called his new assistant in to take it for testing. His new assistant was the BBC I'd seen at one of the parties. The doctor then asked the boy how he was feeling. Not physically but emotionally. While he was asking him, the doctor started fondling his cock, which slowly started to get hard. The boy said he was happy, but had wished it was me that gifted him. The doctor reminded him it was still a possibility and that in the future he would do a DNA check. The boy smiled and looked at me and said he wanted me to breed him now. Of course I would. I remember going through the flu, and still enjoying getting seeded. The doctor and my partner got naked and my partner bent him over and started breeding him. The assistant came in an said, WTF I wasn't invited to the party? I said I'll prelube the boy for you as he's going to need it to take your cock. The assistant immediately stripped, and watched as I seeded the boy. Once I finished, his cock slipped in the boy. Even with his cum filled ass, it was a challenge for the boy Once we were all finished breeding, the doctor suggested we bring the boy to his place for observation as his was one of the worst cases of the fuck flu he's seen. The boy agreed. Wr got him in the car and took him to the doctors place. Although he was feeling like shit, he suggested we smoke some tina, which we did. Once in the clouds, we hesded to the doctors bed, sandwiching the boy between us. He had Tina dick so couldn't put his cock up me, but my partner was hard enough to penetrate but not breed him.

Thats why i like groups. I love to be fucked when giys are watching. Better when someone has a laptop going and a zoom session with guys watching.

The first time I was in a situation where there was another person in the room was several years back when I was invited by a guy and his roommate to come to their apartment for sex. Both guys were tops and wanted sex but didn't want a threesome, they wanted to fuck me separately. During the evening they took turns fucking me and watching as the other fucked me. I didn't know if they were "straight" and experimenting, or maybe they didn't want to go that extra step and "make it weird" by touching one another, who knows. But I will say that getting fucked with even an audience of just one was a primal slutty experience for me. Being fucked doggy while looking over at the other guy was hot as hell. Recently I met a guy who is a lot more daring than what I have experienced in the past. We've fucked in public areas a number of times (but being mindful of only doing it in places where no innocent eyes could possibly see us). But the risk of being seen is different from intentionally performing for others, and I hope we explore that a lot more. I'd love to eventually have videos to share with people here.

Exhibitionist whore I’ve always been. When I’m at the bathhouse, I throw my door open and my dick gets twice as hard as it usually is, and if I am in the sling room, I love guys seeing me, from behind, fucking. And when I’m in the sling getting fucked, I love seeing guys gathering around watching, Making them jealous that they’re not part of it 😈

Your posts above seem contradictory. On the one hand you seem to say you seek out Tops who genuinely hold you in contempt and treat you as disposable, while on the other hand you believe their motivation is primarily because they’re drunk or horny and regret it afterward. You’re talking about two quite different types of Top. The first type, that genuinely considers you a worthless sexual object undeserving of any consideration, is not likely to consider you a ‘guilty pleasure’ - he is unlikely to feel any sort of guilt or shame at all after using you, and may forget about you completely within minutes of walking out your door. Entertaining a fantasy of such men experiencing remorse afterward is just that - a fantasy in which you imagine you have a power over them that you don’t. They just used you, end of story. There are certainly other men who do fit the description of after-fuck-regretters. I’ve definitely had such - I’ve even had them express it before they leave the room. 🤷🏼‍♂️ But I’m absolutely confident that some of the men who have fucked me have enjoyed the wet warmth of my body and filled me with their spunk because they considered me nothing but a raw hole, and never thought of me again a moment after the door closed behind them. Why would they?

Correction I use you if you my tranny is busy and I don't want to look for anyone else. Also I'd never kiss trash that gets fucked in a public park in the mud, nor will I fuck you if I'm sober. I actually would never waste my reputation on you. You're not trash you're the city's cum garbage disposal that's all you will ever be.

Had a hot foursome today with my buddy, my younger regular fuckboy and his mate so it was 2 daddies on 2 boys. Me and my buddy put the boys on their bellies and ate out their holes and got em good n wet. We mounted the boys and started fucking them. We swapped boys every few minutes. They were whining like horny pups so we decided it was time to seed them. My buddy ws balls deep in my fuckboy and I was fuking his mate. My Buddy is hairy bear of a man and I love watching him fuck - he said he was gunna cum and I was close too so we emptied our balls in their arses at the same time. We’ve done this loadsa times but it’s always horny as fuck

Of course !! I believe that when we Breed in backrooms, fuckjoints where other men can watch, appreciate our Lusts, and join in, we're reinforcing the sense of "community" - the wholeness of our sexual identity. We're with others just like ourselves, acting on our innate needs together with many other men of the same sexual requirements. It's an emotionally healthy celebration of who and what we are sexually. I remember years ago when I lived in Chicago, and the Eagle was finally closing. The barbacks would have to come into the fuckroom and clear everyone out, and as we left the bar headed for the parking lots, guys with heavily cum-crusted knees on their jeans - from sucking off Cocks all night - would come stumbling out, huge, shit-eating grins on their faces, other guys with their rumpled jeans hastily pulled up, everyone almost laughing with utter delight at our shared night of sexual abandon. It's a celebration of our Lusts - it's exhilarating to share sex with our brothers-in-the-Life.

Monday. He was a bi top in his 20s whose profile said he was into rimming and jerking off. I got him to admin he was into a whole lot more, so I invited him over. When he got to my apartment, the door was unlocked and I was on my knees as he requested, and in a chastity cage and jockstrap. He fucked my mouth, then had me rim him. He had me suck a bit more, and then pulled out and fucked me with only my spit as lube until he came. After he pulled out he was about to put his pants back on when I slid his dick back into my mouth and cleaned it so that he would have a dry dick back in his pants. He didn't get as rough as I had hoped or expected from a bi total top who doesn't offer reciprocation,, but it was fun. I hadn't been bred in quite some time.

I came back home from my conference yesterday, after hooking up with a fellow participant in at the closing party. I was still horny and put an ad up on BBRT to find some more loads. This guy hits me up, he wants to play with sneakers and socks, and load my ass. I take an Uber to his place, and enter his place without knocking. He told me to stay dressed, put on a blindfold I'd find on the bed and get on all four on it. I comply and hear the bathroom door open just a few minutes later. I feel a cock being rubbed against my ass through my sweatpants. My pants gets pulled down, as usual I was not wearing any underwear to allow for easy access. My ass is getting a slap before my hole is starting to be explored by a big tongue. I hear some shoes being taken off, then my head being pushed down to the mattress. My nose lands into a sweaty sneaker, the overwhelming smell of sweat gets me hard instantly. I hear some saliva being spit, some onto my hole, and the tip of a dick being rubbed onto my now wet hole. Without notice, I feel a thick and long dick being slammed balls deep into my hole. I scream, I beg for mercy, for slower movements. But no fuck is being given. I get a slap and dirty sweaty socks under my nose and on my mouth to make me shut up. "Silence bitch". The thrusting keeps going, until I hear some loud moaning and that dick is being held deep inside my load, throbbing as it's shooting its cum into my guts. "You have 5 minutes to get dressed and leave". I've never seen the guy. While in the elevator, I just get a message from Grindr. 2 guys looking to unload right that moment. They are in the building right next door. I tell them I already have a load, they're just waiting for me. I got to their door, it's slightly open, I get myself into a dark entrance room. I can only see there are 2 persons in front of me. "On your knees" I'm ordered. I comply. A bottle of poppers is being pressed under my nose and I inhale as deep as I can. One dick is being shoved into my mouth, while another is being rammed into my hole, dry. It doesn't take 5 minutes before they both shoot their loads. I make my exit quickly. I've seen none of the guys and I never got naked, and managed 3 loads.

Good faggot. The best thing a cumdump like you can do is accept what you are, what your purpose is and just own it. Some people are born to be submissive whores that get used sexually by men. Some are born to be used and degraded, and just trashed by the man men out there who love fucking trash. You were born to suck cocks, get fucked, and take loads, from ANY male that wants to mount you and breed you, anytime, anywhere, any number of men, no questions asked, no strings attached. Doesn’t matter what they look like, or their ages, or looks, or if he tells you that you are a trashy whore or even if a man hates you. lf a man tells you to get down on your knees and suck his cock, then spits in your face, you’re the faggot who will drop to its knees and start sucking, even if you’re on a street corner, or on your parents porch. You’re the kinda faggot that lets men you have never seen or spoked to fuck you up the ass bareback and cum inside you with other strangers watching, cause you have no standards, no pride, no shame and no self respect. For faggots like you, none of those thing is more important than being a cumhole. Never forget what you are faggot.

Chapter one Don’t cum inside me without a condom! The Stud Starting at the beginning when I first discovered dominating, barebacking, and breeding. For several years I had bad luck with sex, I knew I wasn’t a bttm early but no one could take my large dick. It turns out the size is less of an issue when you remove the rubber. So one night after the bar I was crashing on a friend's couch, a mutual friend crashed on the floor. Part way through the night I was cold so I picked him up and put him on the couch with me to cuddle. I’m pretty sure I didn't even wake him while doing so. I snuggled back and a while later I felt him rub his ass against me. I took it a step further and pulled his underwear down. I didn’t have condoms but I was so fucking horny I decided to tease his ass with my cock. I was surprised when my dick went in with a small shove, it had never been this easy to enter a guy with a condom on. He noticed though. It definitely woke him up. I pumped a few times in and out and he moaned with pleasure. —Side note I’m lucky he’s bi, I had no idea what his orientation was at the time.— This is the first time I was ever able to put my whole cock inside a man and feel his ass stroke me with every thrust. I knew right away condoms were my enemy. I was still fucking him slow, savouring the new feeling and assuming that this was temporary that it could all stop if I wasn’t careful. Then he gave me an idea that hadn’t even crossed my mind. The first and only thing he said to me was a meek whisper “please don’t cum inside me without a condom on”. A switch went off an I went from being afraid he would stop me to being determined to take him. I told him “yes baby” and started pounding him deep and fast and in less than a minute I was shooting a huge load right up his ass and watched his face shoved into the pillow contort with pleasure, fear and confusion. He asked why I came inside him when he told him not to and I pretended that I misheard him, but I didn’t apologise. He said he’s okay with what I did, but not to do it again. Hahaha, I've bred this guy so many times since then, more than he realizes. This night transformed me into a load giver. When I pick a guy to load he gets it deep every time, and I prefer a challenge. The Prey Saturday night and the weather's warming up. I needed to go out and drink. Some guys from my dorm are going out to the gay bar and I figured I’d join them. I’m bi but I haven’t done much with guys yet, it’s too risky. We had a fun night dancing and I had way too much to drink. I didn’t realize that at the time and so agreed to go to an afterparty in a house nearby. The after party turned out to be just a few people chilling out playing video games. Somehow I fell asleep on the floor by the couch and only noticed when someone picked me up and put me on the couch. It felt really nice to be handled this way, and I was pleased to realize he was joining me on the small couch. I felt him press up against my back with his hard cock my ass. --Wait! Why can I feel his skin? Where are my pants?!-- I guess he could tell I liked it anyway. I felt him adjust so his head was at my hole. This is now the farthest I’ve ever gone with a guy. I’ve played with my own ass, but never had anyone this close. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t have a condom so of course we can’t… Suddenly he pushed all the way in. I was shocked, it did hurt but I was still drunk enough to ignore the pain. He doesn’t have a condom on! He starts pumping his cock in and out in long strokes, every time he pulls back i panic about fucking bare, but as soon as he pumps in my brain goes blank with pleasure. I’ve never felt my prostate this much, his cock is warm and so incredibly deep. His thrusts are getting faster and his breathing is getting shorter. I know what this means and I really start to panic and tense up. I had enough wits about me to demand. “Please don’t cum inside without a condom on!” He gripped my torso hard and hissed “yes baby”. --good he heard me.-- Then he sped up more and pounded so hard it really started to hurt. I was about to tell him to stop, I’m not sure that he would have thought, when he thrust deep into me and his cock pulsed. I turned my head around to tell him to pull out! But he just covered my face with his hand and shoved me into the pillow. I couldn’t say anything, I tried to squirm free but I think that just milked his cock more. Finally after what felt like forever the pulsing stopped, he sighed and let me go. Immediately I demanded “Why did you cum in me when I told you not to!”. He smiled, winked and told me he thought I told him to cum inside. I guess that’s possible. I didn’t want to make a scene so I just said “whatever, now you know, don’t do it again.” He just replied with “yes baby”, pulled his shorts on and left. I passed out exhausted, still drunk, and apparently full of cum. Now it’s noon I’m hungover, walking back to my dorm wondering how I let last night happen and his huge load escapes with what I thought was going to be a small fart. People can see it, there’s no way they can’t. This is why they call it the walk of shame.

PART 2 [Above: My ass in December 2012, waiting for anonymous dick to deposit a fresh strain of POZ cum.] After showering, I returned to Jake and Trey's living room. They already had a third guy there -- a very handsome dude, a little younger than me, smoking the pipe while Trey sucked his fat dick. "Hey, boy," said Jake. "Meet Beau. I told him that we had a neg hole all hopped up on Tina, and he came right over. Let's just say that he's gonna play a very important role in your pozzing tonight. You wanna tell him why, Beau?" "Sure," said Beau, right after blowing out a giant cloud of white smoke. "Around this time last year, Jake and Trey pumped me full of their sweet poz strain, and I got knocked up with the bug I'd been craving. Since then, I haven't gone on any meds, and my viral load is pretty fuckin' high. I love sharing my virus with boys like you, and especially with boys not like you -- boys who think I'm a neg total top, and trust me to destroy their perfect neg fuckholes with my poison shaft." "Trey and I are on meds," Jake explained. "So we're practically shooting blanks. But Beau here, he can do some serious damage to your immune system. Tell me, then: do you want this stud to fuck you after Trey and I have wrecked your neg hole?" "Yes. I want his unmedicated poz load," I said. Beau smiled. "I think we've got a good boy on our hands." "We definitely have a good boy on our hands," Jake replied. Then he motioned me over to the couch. "Sit down here, boy. Spread your legs. We're going to do a few things to help your cunt get even hungrier." I eagerly walked over to the couch, the Tina still making my head buzz after those first few hits almost an hour before. Jake lit up the pipe, took a giant hit, and blew it in my mouth. Then he handed the pipe and the lighter to me. "Here boy -- I'll teach you. Hold the flame right under the T," he said to me. "See that smoke coming out the top? That's when you start your slow inhale. Slow. Keep it slow. No, keep inhaling. Don't stop. Good boy." They watched me take four giant hits. Then I handed the pipe to Trey and lay back on the couch, lifting my legs to expose my hungry jockhole. "Oh, that's pretty," Beau said, smiling. "I can't wait to destroy that thing." Meanwhile, Jake was dipping his finger into a small plastic bag. He applied a little lube to my hole -- again, those fingers brushing against my cunt drove me wild -- and then he shoved into me with the finger that had been in the bag. There was a sharp pain, followed by a sudden warmth as he roughly rubbed the inside of my hole. Then my cunt relaxed, opened up, and began eagerly swallowing up that finger, then two, then three, with no pain -- just total eagerness for this man to use my butt however he wanted. Jake laughed. "Thatta boy," he said. "Jesus. I can feel this pussy getting hungrier by the second." Then he stood up, his dick looking even bigger, its curve pointing to his steady stream of precum. "You want this poz dick, boy? It's so ready to invade your neg cunt." "Fuck yes," I replied. "Please. Please give me your poz cock. I want to be just like you. I want you to mark me. Infect me. Please, please, please poz me." "You want my strain? Beau here has my strain. You like my strain, Beau?" "Fuckin' A," Beau said. "I'm so proud to carry your strain, and pass it on to every boy I can seduce with T and breed full of my virus." Jake knelt down between my legs, placing the head of his dick against the entrance to my hole. "You feel that, boy? That's my poz cock," he said. "Feel it?" "Oh fuck yeah, I feel it," I replied, squirming with total hunger for this man to transform me into a poz dickpig. "This is the point of no return, buddy. Once I'm inside, you're getting pozzed. In fact, even if I don't shoot a big wad, I'll still be dripping my precum the whole time, lubing you up with my virus. You ready?" "Yes, I'm ready." "Ready for what?" "To get pozzed. To feel your poz dick in me. To beg for your poz cum." He smiled. "You're such a good fuckin' boy." Then his fat mushroom head squeezed into my throbbing, partied-up fuckhole, and I moaned from the sense of total freedom as I surrendered my defenseless cunt to this sexy, hairy, muscular man with the studcock primed to alter me forever. "Moaning like a bitch already," he said. "We'll have you whimpering before long. Just whimpering like a cum-starved poz pig boy with a hole dripping cum and maybe a little bit of blood. Because this cunt is getting wrecked, I promise you." That's when he shoved the rest of his fat dick inside me. My hole swallowed it eagerly, and even in my pain I smiled. I had surrendered. I had taken the step. I couldn't turn back. I belonged to him. "Feels like home, boy. You were made for this. This is what your hole was meant to do." "Yes," I moaned. "This is all I ever wanted. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Thank me when you've got a gut full of my poz DNA." He pushed my knees back to my shoulders, squatted so that his cock was positioned directly above my wide-open hole, and began pounding. Just pounding it. Owning it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I could almost hear the delicate tissues in my fuckhole getting shredded with this man's cock. He didn't last long. As I watched his muscular chest flex with every thrust, and his abs tighten each time his shaft drove all the way inside me, I could hear his breath grow shorter, his body beginning to shake with an intense need to release. "Tell me what you want, boy," he said. "Tell me now." "I want your poz cum, you fucking stud. Poz me." "What was that?" "I said PLEASE FUCKING POZ ME. PLEASE. PLEASE." "Fuck you, faggot. You didn't. Ever. Have. A. CHOICE." At that, his whole body went into a powerful convulsion as he plunged his cock even deeper. The muscles in his stomach spasmed repeatedly, and he grunted and growled with each pulsation of his stud-dick as he emptied a ballsac full of poz sperm inside my neg guts. Beau laughed. "Congratulations, boy," he said to me. "You are now officially a pig. Hungry for more?" "Yes, please. Please more poz seed. Please." "That's good," Beau replied. "Because that wasn't really a choice, either. But first, you're going to do what a true bottom does, and clean off the cock that just pounded your guts full of sweet poz cum." At that moment, Jake pulled out, and his dick glistened with the deathseed he'd just injected into my hole. I eagerly scrambled to the ground and wrapped my mouth around it, slurping greedily to taste this man's toxic DNA and worship his perfect boy-wrecking dick. "Jesus, he's a good boy," said Jake. As I knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning off my man's dick, I felt something slightly prickly press against the inside of my warm, wet cumhole. "Just hold still," said Trey. "I'm just rubbing the inside of your cunt with a toothbrush. Brushing some of that poz jizz up inside you, giving you little abrasions so that you can welcome more poz spunk into your bloodstream." Hearing that, I arched my back to spread my hole a little wider, allowing the toothbrush to plunge deeper inside my cum-soaked cunt. Seeing that, Jake whistled. "Jesus," he said. "I'd say we've created a pig. And trust me when I say this: this night is going to get much, much wilder. Just wait to see what fuckin' nasty surprises we have waiting for you." I glanced over at Beau, who was busy at work under the desklamp. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it looked like he was carefully measuring T into little vials. Jake grabbed my head, turned it back in his direction, and impaled my mouth on his beautiful giftgiving cock. "Don't worry about what's next," he said to me. "Just worship my poz cock like a grateful faggot who knows his place." "Thank you," I murmured, as I plunged my hungry mouth down on his poz dick over and over again, with blood and cum oozing out of my partied-up hole. MORE SOON...

I hated everything about my new highschool. My classmates, the teachers, the distance from my city, and above all, I hated the new nickname I’ve gotten here, in less than two weeks of being sent off by my own parents, “to make a real man out of me.” Goat. Yes, I was skinny, scraggly, not too tall, and I was rather wild of character, but still, whoever came up with that nickname— I wish he or she or they burn in hell. Yes, Sir! The other thing I hated was that this town, some two hours drive of I-95 and well into Florida’s badlands, was still not connected to the internet. Unlike in Miami, where I could go online and chat with old guys on mIRC or Netmeeting, as soon as I locked myself in my room, this wretched town had nothing but swamps, a few red-soil patches of land, (mostly used by the military and the Indians for drills or native celebrations), and streets where every house looked like the one before. My uncle paraded me through those streets two weeks ago, showing me the “great progress” the place was making. A meat packing plant on one end, and the community’s brand-new stadium built just the year before, on the other. Little did I know I would be ambushed, forced to suck cocks blindfolded, and brutally gangbanged, at both the plant and the stadium. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Around the third week of classes, it was practice opening day at the school, and much to my dismay, all of us received uniforms for the upcoming parade practices. I was no stranger to the fact that I would be ridiculed because it always happened that none of the boy’s uniforms suited me and I always ended up having to wear a “slightly modified” girl uniform for the occasion. Last year, back in Miami, guys laughed their asses off as I was placed in front of the girl’s squad, dressed in a tight, white outfit handling a three and a half long, red baton that I had to throw into the air, twist and turn, and do all sorts of acrobatic feats with. “Hey, Willie, did you try catching that thing with your mouth?” one guy said, much to the amusement of the entire school. ”You should practice at home, Willie,” said another. “Try gagging on it!” When my parents found out, I was sent to this wretched town. No arguments, no discussions, no delays. Dad dropped me off at his brother’s ranch, like a UPS driver leaves a too-heavy-package, and he didn’t even look back. Uncle Jake would show me the ropes, was the line. He would make a man out of me. I wasn’t so sure about it, but that day I realised Jake was not only ugly, but mean, too. Mean in a very special way— but that, too, I didn’t know on that day. Anyways. I had the feeling this year would be no different, with the picking of a dress for this hillbilly town parade. Coach Barner walked onto the lawn and pointed to a container full of uniforms. “Ok, ladies!” He loved this line of his, and he thought it was funny to call us ladies. “Big, medium, small! Pick your size, go to the dressers and have a go at it! Back here in five minutes, or I’m seeing your arses doing push-ups!” As everyone ran to get his size and be done in “five minutes” I already knew my ordeal. And I was right. “Size small” fit me like one of them airport windsocks, the ones that tell crop pilots where the wind was blowing from. And I knew I would be doing push-ups on the lawn for not making it within coach Barner’s “five minutes.” ”The goat should be doing push-ups belly up, not down,” was one of the comments I heard, all the while trying to keep count to 50. ”Yeah, or he should be having something up his mouth,” said another. I expected all this… perhaps that was why I sought older men, very early in my life. They often protected me. Gave me a haven of peace. “Come on, goat! Did you forget the count?” ”29. 30. 31…” ”Look! The goat’s ass is doing the push-ups better than him!” They all laughed. I was in high-school-hell, and it was just week three. But I didn’t expect coach Barner go down on his knees next to me, and come close to my ear. ”Why they call you goat, William, eh?” he whispered. ”Sir! I don’t know,” I replied, heaving my body up. “45… 46…” ”50!” Barner interrupted, patting my shoulder and saving me from doing my last three or four push-ups. “Off you go, William!” He then screamed to all. “10 o’clock tomorrow, everyone, uniforms on, ladies!” “Tomorrow” was a Sunday, and I knew pretty much exactly how that would play out. Last year I ended up in the lockers, sucking many teenage cocks, and for the first time ever, I was bred in front of others. I was publicly inseminated by Donk, the class stallion, while the entire class was cheering him on, and three of his minions were holding me onto the bench. I had two eggs thrown in my face, and I was to “lick the slime” while Donk, a descendant of Greek giants and hung like a mustang, kept edging himself. I was far from a virgin— alright, but that was something else entirely. Donk would not let anyone else fuck me, he claimed he needed to finish his marathon, where he wasn’t going to stop from fucking me until he clocked 47 minutes (I never knew why 47), or until somebody walked in on us, and saved my ass. I couldn’t decide which one was worse. Turns out, Donk and his friends had it all planned, I see this now, in hindsight. They even had bottles of cum lube prepared, so that I would not have a bloody accident. And every time Donk was close to cumming inside me, he would ask for the time. He would then slow down but he would not leave my rectum. By the second time he stopped, it dawned on me, what was actually going on. He wanted to fuck me for 47 minutes straight and then cum inside me. I remember, the last ten minutes I was hurting, and crying on cocks. Then, someone said 48 minutes had passed. Then, Donk said “ok, time for Willie to get pregnant.” My boy pussy was red, sore, and violated like never before. Truly. I remember not being able to crap for four days, and having Donk’s cum in me for twice that long. Would this year be the same? Were small-town kids more depraved, or more sensible to the suffering of others? I’d soon find out.

Because topping for fucking is work. If a guy is fucking and he starts to lose stiffness, he may well lose the ability to keep penetrating, and then he's got to mentally go through the work to get himself hard again. Even soft cocks can be sucked, and even soft cocks are sensitive enough to enjoy getting sucked. The top has nothing to worry about except sitting back and enjoying himself. Moreover, unless the bottom has no gag reflex, it's quite possible for even an average cock to present a challenge to suck well. Such a top can hear the gagging sounds and imagine he's hung a lot better than he is. Unless the bottom's exceptionally tight, an average thickness 5"er is not going to find any obstacles in an average man's ass - especially not an American's ass, home of the 32-oz "medium" soda.

I’m both an exhibitionist and a voyeur.

Probably many of us here would say you haven't had complete sex when you used condoms. To me, sex with a condom is foreplay at best. From my perspective, restricting sex with condoms is 'doomed." You say: "i never bb...." To my way of thinking, this is the first time you've had sex (i.e., when you barebacked).

It’s hard to answer your question without knowing what you mean by ‘doomed’. If you mean ‘never able to enjoy sex again without a bare cock up your ass, don’t be ridiculous - that’s entirely for you to decide. If you mean ‘inevitably going to catch an STD, the likelihood will depend on how what precautions you take and how often you get fucked bare. Again, something you can control. If you mean ‘Am I going to die’, yes, you’re going to die. We all are. But it’s unlikely that bareback fucking is going to be what kills you. More likely, your post is simply looking for someone else to sanction what you’re doing but feel a little like you shouldn’t be, and have every intention of continuing anyway.

I’m generally gay. But love to hook up with M/F couples if he watches or joins … if she’s into some kink … and if they party!

I played with a cousin when I was 8. First time with a real dick though 13.

this is why I love getting used by men who literally think of me as dirty, filthy trash. being throat fucked and mounted, fucked and bred by men who would never even admit that they fucked me or even admit they know me. so they have no interest in knowing anything about me or hanging out or even talking to me. just use me as a guilty pleasure, specially when they wanna get nasty. I know you would rather piss on me and spit in my face than speak to me, and if you do it’s just to tell me you think I’m worthless trash. I think a lot of guys who would normally find me too dirty to fuck, have only ended up fucking me cause they were drunk or high and horny. a lot of guys probably regret fucking me the next day, specially after they go to the clinic to get tested. heck I know a lot of guys regret fucking me right after they finish blowing their load in me. I love it when reluctant bare backers run away to wash their cocks with a look of shame on their faces. lol for me getting fucked by strangers and homeless men in the mud in a park isn’t even that dirty, even if guys are pissing on me. your last line says it all though. you dont see me as some hot bottom boy. you just look at me as the city cum garbage disposal. or as my trampstamp tattoo will say a CUMDUMPSTER.

My mouth is yours to use. Open your hairy hole and let me eat and lick it…..feed me your loads.

I need a BBC daddy 👄

Lucky fucking bastard….💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

I tend to be shy(ish) in public but not with sex. Always prefer open and group scenes over 1on1 cubicle sessions

I have been fucked by a lot of guys I disliked and by lots of guys who disliked me or even hated me or thought I was disgusting. I had one guy that I really didnt like and he told me he thought I was trash and he would gt me to meet him in a park just to make me get naked and take loads from homeless guys and dirty pigs, and he would fuck me right out in the open and piss on me. its hot. plus I have always been into getting used and degraded by dirty, nasty men like @PowerTopper who think I am completely worthless trash and openly tells me that he thinks I’m a complete faggot tranny whore and he would rather spit in my face than kiss me. men like this treat cumdumps like me like subhuman fucktoys and enjoy us because they can do stuff to us that they can’t do to anyone they give a fuck about. to him I’m just a disgusting whore and a girl with a useless cock that men use in the sickest, most degrading ways.

I also like being watched especially if I am tied in a sling like at a bath where anyone can come and fuck me or do whatever they want. Have no idea but in fact do not care why- just get off in it

Chapter 22: Caged Lust The guys started rechaging each other, and all the pizza boy could do was watch. My partner was being seeded by someone I'd never seen before. The waiters dad was breeding his son. The doctor was also getting pounded by a stranger to me. I don't even recall who it was that was seeding me. The guys slowly started walking over to the cage one by one teasing the pizza boy. The first was a tatted and pierced guy. Both his nipples and his cock were pierced. His 8 or so inch cock not only had a huge PA, but a Jacob's Ladder in it. He began by clinking the massive PA against the cage. He spit on the pizza boy and asked why he wanted his cock? The pizza boy said he wanted to feel his piercings tear up his hole so that his body could absorb more toxic cum. He looked at the pizza boy and turned away, saying maybe later. The pierced guy then approached me and suggested we go over to the cage and see who got the pizza boys ass. The pizza boy was still locked in his cage, and the pierced guy bent me over it and began to breed me. He exclaimed see what you're missing? I have to say I felt somewhat sorry for the pizza boy, but those piercings felt amazing in my ass. The next guy came to the cage, and told the pizza boy that he wanted his seed in him. Despite being slammed, the pizza boy had no signs of Tina cock His cock was straining in its cage. The guy released the boy from his dog and cock cage, and the guy positioned himself next to me. The pizza boy immediately mounted him, but was lucky to last 5 minutes before unloading in him. I had wished he'd taken longer as the bottom had his long tongue down my throat, and was an amazing kisser. Come to find out, he was an amazing top too. Yet another guy showed up at the cage, the two immediately started to kiss, while I played with their cocks. Once they separated, I asked what gift he had. He said that his viral load was over 1 million, and that he was full blown. He congratulated me on joining the brotherhood, and said although hed love to convert the pizza boy, this party was for me. With that he led me to a large round padded fuck table. The first guy got onto the table and told me to ride his cock. It didn't take long before the full blown guy mounted my ass, and began pounding away. Another two guys led the pizza boy to the round fuck table on a leash. One of the guys had a large mushroom head, and a thick metal ring just below his mushroom head. He laid on the table and the pizza boy bounced up and down on his cock to get a feel for the PA. The other top then came over and pushed the pizza boy completely down on his cock, telling him to tear his ass up. The pizza boy then began bouncing on his cock in a frenzy. The top noticed some red cum seeping from pizza boys ass, and then mounted him. If the pizza boy was not already pregnant by me, he would certainly be so soon!

I’ve been at a conference for the past 2 days, with no time to cruise or hook up. Closing party takes place at a gay bar and one guy is looking at me. Tall, long blond hair, fit looking and tattoos. I was with my colleagues so I’m trying to be discreet. I have to pee and make my way to the bathroom. After passing through the bathroom door, I don’t even have the time to get to the urinals that someone enters right behind me. I turn around and it’s the tattooed blond guy. He pushes me into a stall while kissing. He locks the door. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since I’ve seen you talk on that panel yesterday. I’ve been following you around, hoping to catch you, and here you are!” Not even time to suck him, he just turns me around, pulls my pants and underwear down, spits on his dick and rams it into my dry hole. He shoots his load in me in less than 5 minutes, zips up his pants, slaps my butt and leaves. I pull back my underwear and pants and go back to my colleagues, with cum dripping along my legs.

Yes money is money. Take my money and let me get bred.

I would love to be used as a mare for breeding at these Fickstutenmarkt events - red hooded of course. A shame there are so many white hoods. The atmosphere has to be totally intoxicating, pure Hog Heaven!! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/horse-market-11676152

Part 16 - Beginnings After my re-imprinting, a few weeks passed and Jeff was the beaming, happy owner of a pozzed up little jock and I did everything he asked of me. As a reward, when my PA fully healed, Jeff caged me. I have to confess, the black cage looked hot against my pale skin and I can’t tell you how good it made me feel to be caged again. Many of you will not be into it, and I get that, but for me, the moment it went back on I felt more of myself than I had in the weeks without it - a faster, stronger, more focussed version of myself. I ramped up my submissiveness to Jeff threefold and that made him and his close friends very happy, and very satisfied…if frequently drained. I take a regiment of pills every morning, and apart from that and my new body jewellery, my life appears normal except…well…it isn’t. Jeff is a fair and dominant master and lover, and I truly love him. He whores me out on a strict rota, sometimes just as a companion, but most of the time for sex and I take every load he asks me too - I have never refused even one. I make him very proud. At night I curl up next to his massive frame utterly content. I attend quite a few sex parties as his caged sub - and have met a lot of the club members, we’ve even met a chapter in New York who chem’d and fucked me over the long Pride weekend this year. I’ve got a bit of a reputation now - my stamina and hunger is second to none, and Jeff keeps my ass in fantastic condition. Professionally, I’ve made a pretty good career as a semi-professional runner and PT. There are pictures of me in my half-pipe, caged and pierced on a podium accepting a silver medal at a pro-circuit race that Jeff thought would be fun to leave in the public domain - a sort of invitation to anyone who could find them. I have to admit, despite a lot of stares that day, it is hot to see the fabric obscenely stretched over the jewellery that marks me as a submissive gay boy. Jeff knew I’d be into that. Good luck locating ‘em! 😈 A few weeks after those photo were taken, Jeff whored me out to the coach from the team I beat that day. He was as shocked as me when I met him in his office and we realised who we were - it took only minutes though for me to disrobe, bend over his desk and take a pounding from his long cock, rigid cock. I often see him at meets - none of his squad have beaten me yet - but he’s fucked me numerous times (once in their team’s kit too). I know a lot of you will want to know about Zeke - but I still find it a little hard to talk about. In the interests of telling the whole truth, however, I’ll finish his story too - Zeke never converted. It devastated John and Kem - the club insisted they had to let him go and, for a while I think, it blew their relationship apart. I didn’t see them for months, no one did, and what I heard wasn’t good. I remember running into a club member who asked me if I regretted re-imprinting given John and Kem had found me but Jeff interceded and I swear he would have punched the guy if I hadn’t stopped him. Honestly, though, even if I had to answer the question, I didn’t regret it - maybe that’s the power of imprinting. Even though I know I’d gone through a re-imprinting process, the outcome was final. I loved Jeff and I was truly his - when I think back to the night I was set free it wasn’t because it was a temporary response to chems or sexual bliss, it was a soul-bond to Jeff. He pozzed me, he corrupted me - he freed me. It wasn’t up for debate - it was a physical reality burned into my memory. The same night he nearly punched that club member, Jeff brutalised my hole - sat upright, bouncing on the cock that made me, he declared his love for me as he filled me with a third cumload. I was happy. About a year after Zeke left, John and Kem started coming to parties again - they looked a little sunken but otherwise healthy. I remember one event they both managed to manoeuvre me away from the throng of men to double fuck me in a walk-in closet - John laying underneath me and Kem on top - our sexual union framed by a wide, floor-length mirror. John never took his eyes off me, and Kem never opened his. Both enjoying the pleasure in their own unique way - it was surreal. When they came inside me, punishing my hole with a dual spray of cum, I heard John whisper something indiscernible over the force of his orgasm - I promise, to this day, I did not hear what he said. When he pulled me in for a deep kiss, he didn’t repeat it and I didn’t see them again the entire night - Jeff told me they only fucked me and something about “who could blame them?” Last week John and Kem got in touch with the club members to say they’d got a new prospect - the photos were very cute- a 36year old construction worker with a gorgeous body and farmer’s tan. His name was Rob and he sort of knew what he was getting into - was keen to try T and get fucked up. John and Kem were hoping to secure him and had even set a date for an ‘induction’ party. John texted me directly - something he hadn’t done since, well, my re-imprinting - to ask if I’d be their drug boy for the night, but Jeff said ‘no’ - that it’d be too painful for them and they needed to focus on their new prospect. “They need a fresh start pup” he commented when he read the text. “You can give them that” When I think about it, I wondered if maybe John and Kem had imprinted and saw, for the first time, the struggle I might’ve gone through if Jeff hadn’t taken the time to formalise my handover. Anyway, that’s you up-to-date. Jeff is snoring next to me as I finish this - it feels weird writing it all down after, but I’m glad - it’s been a dark, but positive adventure. There’s a tent in the sheets where Jeff’s morning wood waits for attention. As my free hand slips under the covers to feel the familiar heat of his vast muscles, I wrap my free hand around his throbbing meat - he lets out a sleepy moan “with your hole pup”. Phone down, back to work ❤️

Yesterday, a guy texted me on Romeo and wanted to breed me. He was in the other sauna. I don’t like this, because it’s visited mostly by young and trendy guys who are pretty picky. But I wanted to make a try. I arrived at the sauna around 9pm. I was crowded. Full with hot young guys. The guy wrote that he would be in the pool or the steam. He definitely wasn’t in the pool, so I headed to the steam. It was full with hot guys with nice boners. We jerked each other and I was soon on my knees and let my throat fuck. I didn’t find the guy, so I went to cruise. The other part of the sauna was under lighted but I could feel other’s ass and cocks. I sucked a lot and I was sucked too even in the glory hole. I repeated this tour from the steam to the cruising are back and forth at least twice when I met this tall Asian guy. He had so beautiful toned body. We started kissing, playing with each other’s cock. I sucked him soon. I really hoped that he would fucked me. I turned back offering my hungry hole. He shoved his cock immediately. He fucked me intensely. It was amazing, especially when I heard his breath became more rapid. Then his cock started to pulsate and exploded in me. After a hot farewell kiss he went out but I was more horny. Next to me a guy stood who visibly wanted to be fucked. I stepped behind him and fucked him mercilessly until he came. I continued my tour again and again with some sucks until I found a guy in the steam. We stared each other and started to play. Kissing, mutual jerking and nipple play. We stayed at the door of the steam bath and the lamp disturbed my eyes. Since the dark part of the steam was stuffed, I grabbed his hand and pulled until we found an empty cubicle. He immediately started to suck me. When he took a short break, I started to eat his ass. He begged for my cock, so I shoved it in him. I fucked him long. I couldn’t come, so I pulled it out and started to beat it. He asked me to come onto his chest. And I did. I didn’t want to let him without orgasm, so his cock was in my mouth. I was fingering him while I was sucking his cock. He came in my mouth soon. After a while I left the sauna and headed to the cruising bar, COXX. I was eager for cocks and breeding. As I stepped into the dark room, immediately found a guy with hard cock. I was on my knees and sucked him until it was covered enough saliva for barebacking me. I turned back and put his cock in me. He fucked me long. When he finished, another guy stepped in his place. He came in me, and the third was coming. After fucked by three guys I continued my tour. After some sucking, found a guy. We started to play with each other and we started kissing. I’ve hardly met such a passionate kisser. We ate each other’s mouth, touching and stroking each other. I went onto my knees to suck him. We replaced , and he sucked me. We continued this passionate play until I tossed him onto the wall and started to eat his ass. He was moaning loudly. I pushed my cock into his hole. I fucked him long. Once my cock slipped out. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the metal display panel. We continued kissing and stroking each other when turned back and I fucked him more. I fucked him until he came. I kneeled in front of him and cleaned his cock with my tongue. We couldn’t get away from each other. I invited him for a drink. At the light I realised how good looking he was. And his skin! I felt how smooth it was but its colour. Like the caramel. We chatted with each other at the bar counter touching each other and kissing. I couldn’t wait until he drank his beer and continuously asked him to fuck again. We went to a cubicle and everything was repeated. In the cubicle was a bit more light and I could see his bubble butt. And his ass smoothness and his beautiful hole. I fucked him long again. Finally he jerked my cock out. He was exhausted and wanted to leave, when I saw one of my fuckbuddies at the counter. We said good bye to each other with this latino. My fuckbuddy suffered from love pain because his boyfriend moved to Vienna, and they could meet only once a month. I offered to give him some relief. We found ourselves in the middle of some guys soon. I was on my knees and he fucked my throat. After a while I stood up and pulled myself on his cock. He whispered in my ear how slutty bitch I was. He was absolutely right. I let him fuck me because I knew more guys would want to play him. I know, for relieving love pain the best cure is sex and guys. The more the merrier. I let him play ahead. I played with some guys, sucked them and had nipple play, but I felt so tired that I came home with some doses of jizm in my hole and my stomach. 😈😈😈

Your post, and poll, suggest that you are approaching the whole question with absolutist thinking, i.e., that you have to occupy one absolute state at a time, exclusive of the others - either you must be s complete Top and work toward getting there, or total bottom and strive to reach that, or occupy a vers position that forces you to always flip. The telltale sign of this is the reference in third poll option to a “genuine cumdump”. (As if there were such a thing.) There are total bottoms and Total Tops. They don’t have to work toward being those things or struggle to remain them, because they are them. It doesn’t occur to them to do the other thing. I am a total bottom. It never, ever, enters my mind to Top someone. It’s an alien thought process. I imagine Total Tops simply never entertain the thought of taking a cock up. the ass; it would be absurd to them. A vers person, however, has latitude to imagine different ways of being. A vers person may decide to knock off bottoming for a year, becoming a functional Total. Top, or vice-versa, while retaining the option tho change his mind tomorrow. There’s no need to work toward it; you just decide to do it. If you decide to do something else tomorrow, that’s a discussion to have with your willpower, and where the question of whether to avoid Topping becomes relevant, But in terms of working toward becoming an absolute state, you simply need to decide to do that, and then do it.

It's Halloween and I just turned 21 so I decided to celebrate by going to my first bar tonight. I have always been a good boy getting straight A's in school doing well physically going to the gym everyday so it helped to have a nice toned body that got me a lot of attention but I never acted on it. At 21 I was your typical blond hair blue eyed surfer type even though I never set foot on a board before. I spent all my time in the gym to get a tight body with a six pack and tight toned arms to go with it. All this went well with my dick and ass. I had a good 7 inches 9 when fully hard and with all the squats I do I have a well rounded bubble but that a lot I liked because I would see others checking it out when I walk by. Living in Ybor I had seen and heard of many places that cater to the gay crowed as well as the straight crowed and I never really defined myself as straight or gay because at 21 I am still a virgin and have only had experience with my hand. I have checked out both men and women that go to the gym I go to and thought both genders we attractive but can't decide which I like. I decided tonight was my night to find out. I picked out a costume and decided to go as zorro so I would have a mask on and no one would recognize me if I went to anyplace that my friends would go and be anonymous. I wasn't going to wear the shirt because I wanted to show off my body and underneath the pants I wore a kinky jockstrap that I found online with no front either. It was around 8pm and I decided it was time to head out for the night so I ordered an uber to take me to downtown Ybor where I could start my night. I picked the first bar at random and it was packed. There were all manner of people in costumes ranging from nice to very naughty and I was a bit scared. I went to the bar and ordered myself a drink. The bartender was an attractive man around my age with next to nothing on. I could see a pair of gold shorts on and a bowtie around his neck and nothing else. Seeing his body made me blush because it was much beefier than my own and it was shining from the lights and the body glitter he had all over himself. He smiled at me and chatted with me asking if it was my first time here and I nodded unable to use my words. He just chuckled and handed me a drink saying it was on the house. I thanked him and took a sip and he just winked at me and said he would hope to see me again tonight and went back to serving drinks to others. I turned around and leaned against the bar watching everyone dance, make out or bump and grind against each other. It dawned on me that my first choice of club was a gay club and I felt really comfortable and not at all shocked that some of the guys there had their cocks on the outside of their costumes and getting rubbed in public or the ocassianl fingers sliding in an exposed ass. I actually could feel myself getting hard in my jock. A few noticed as they walked by and more than a few slid their hands on it as they went by me and it felt great. I drank the rest of my drink and I flagged the hunky bartender down and asked for another. He smiled and said it looked like I was having a good time and nodded at the hard on I was sporting in my costume. I blushed again and nodded to him. He handed me another drink and said again it was on him and that any other drinks were on him for as long as I was there and if I wanted to keep the party going to be around when he got off shift and he would take me to where the real party would be. I told him sure and thanked him for the drink and took it with me as I went exploring through the club. I saw more and more acts of pleasure walking deeper and deeper in. I saw a wizard sucking an alien, a pirate rimming a doctor and a superman even fucking a batman and I was getting more and more turned on. All while walking through all of this I was being groped and I was completely at ease with it especially when I felt someone sliding their hands down my costume and playing with my hole. Their fingers were wet and it felt amazing making me groan a bit when they slid a finger in my hole. It hurt some since I never had anything in there before in my life but it soon became warm and pleasurable. I looked back and saw it was someone dressed as Captain America but instead of his costume he was completely naked and had his body painted as his suit. He looked amazingly toned like me standing about six feet tall and he had a huge hardon which looked about 10 inches long and as thick as a beer can. He smiled at me and added a second finger in stretching me open and I leaned back into him, lowering my pants and giving him more access to my ass. He licked my neck as he pushed more into me and whispered in my ear asking if I was having fun tonight. I yelped a yes as I felt his nails scrape me a bit and I said it hurt some. He apologized and slid his fingers out making me feel empty. I told him it was ok and asked him not to stop because it felt so good. He smiled at me and leaned down and kissed me which surprised me. His lips felt so soft and warm and his tongue made its way into my mouth. I mimicked what he was doing since this was the first time I kissed anyone let alone another guy. It felt so nice and right I was in total bliss. I didn't notice him slicking up his cock until he was sliding it up and down my crack pausing momentarily at my hole and applying slight pressure on it. I couldn't believe that my first time was about to be in this public club in front of all these people and the fact of it all was that this hunk was about to fuck me bare. I learned all about safe sex in school and what could happen not using a condom and what you could get. I was fearful for a moment and I think he could sense that from me. He paused for a moment and reached down for his shield that he set against the wall and I was relieved a bit thinking he was getting a condom that he set with it. He brought his arms around me and had an open little brown bottle that he brought up to my face. He opened it and held one side of my nose closed and held the bottle to the other side and told me to breath as deeply as I could and hold it. Needless to say I did so without second guessing and held my breath until he told me to let go and repeated the same with the other side. My head was swimming and my body heated up and all I could think of was getting this man's cock buried into my hole and with that thought I grabbed his cock and lined it with my hole and started to push back onto it not thinking again if it was wrapped or not. He knew what he did worked as he grabbed onto my shoulders and slowly start to ease into me letting my hole get used to him more and more until he was fully in. He reached up with the bottle again and I repeated what happened again feeling looser than when we first started and it took any discomfort that was there from this enormous cock away leaving me with nothing but pleasure. He slid out of me almost all the way and then went down to the Hilt again and again causing more moans out of me. We drew a crowd of other men watching us and the all were stroking their cocks enjoying the show before them. I was in pure lust mode and started to beg for the captions dick more and more. A cock presented itself to my face and I started to lick and suck it learning as I went on what seemed to feel great from the moans I heard and the more this man shoved in my throat. I shocked myself finding out that this man's dick went all the way down my throat with ease and my nose was buried into his pubes and this excited him and myself even more. I could feel his cock get harder after more and more he fucked my throat and I knew he was close to cumming and I debated whether I would pull off or not but the answer was given to me when he grabbed me by the back of the head and held me in place as he unloaded his cum right down my throat. I could feel the man that was fucking me start to get harder as well and for a moment I broke out of my trance and reached back to feel his cock and see if he had a condom on but when I felt it I didn't feel anything wrapping it which made me start to panic. I tried to pull away but the crowd was too dense. I couldn't and he sensed that and held my body and gave one final thrust and came so hard in my ass. His orgasm sent me over and I came at the same time as he did and it felt like it was the most powerful orgasam I ever had jerking off. I didn't even realize that my pants were pulled down and there was a guy with a cup collecting my cum in it. I was curious as to why they did that and the guy who collected it kissed me and told me I would find out soon enough. Captain america pulled out with a pop and he was soon replaced with another who was just as big as he was. He took no time in burying his cock into my ass to the hilt and just as the previous he pounded my hole with speed and again as before I reached back and felt no condom on him either. He also held up that brown bottle and as before my head was swimming causing me not to care about him with no condom. It didn't take this newcomer long before I felt him swell and add another load to the second. He held me hard and brought me in for a deep kiss and asked me if I was having a good time still. It took me a second but I recognized the voice and looked back. It was the bartender from earlier. I smiled up at him and said yes my first time has been amazing. He looked shocked and I said to him that this was my first time in a gay club as well as my first time having sex at all. Well shit he said your first time and you go to Ybors gay poz club? I looked at him shocked, not understanding what he was saying. He picked me up like I was nothing and carried me into a quiet place and explained that this club was a place meant for guys who were HIV positive and I already took two of the most viral guys here. I was so shocked, scared and for some reason extremely turned on. I never even thought of this before but now that it is happening my brain is telling me that this is what was meant to happen to me. I smiled and grabbed him and kissed him deeply and got to my knees and sucked a poz load out of this man and said to him let's go back out so all the tricks can have this treat. The End

MY first dating experience was when I was 19 and I dated this guy Ken for about 3 months before he dumped me for another guy. I don't really count him as a boyfriend since we were only dating a few months, but I still call him my ex. Or first date started in the middle of the night. He picked me up and we drove around, parked for a bit and made out for a while. Then we went back to his place and fooled around. We only kissed and sucked each other, but he was the first guy to actually let me shoot my load in his mouth and then he swallowed it. We didn't really share much except a good sex life, but when we fucked, it was with condoms. I almost always fucked him. He was the one to take my ass cherry. I really wanted to get fucked, and he was willing, so one day we were at his place and he broke my cherry with his condom covered cock. It got cut kinda short because he noticed I was bleeding. I was kinda freaked out and it put me off bottoming for a while, but eventually I got to the point where I was totally versatile several years later. I ran into him about 10 year later at Pride and we talked a bit and caught up. He was being really flirty and said something about hooking up. I told him I was down so we ended up going back to my place which was only a short walk away. At my place we wasted no time kissing and getting naked. It felt amazing to have my cock in his mouth again. He sucked me for quite a while, then asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said yes and asked if he wanted me to use a condom, and he said it was okay if I wanted to fuck him bareback. I lubed up my cock and started pushing it into his hole. It was like fucking him for the first time. I slowly slid my bare cock in and out of his hole, building up speed. I put his legs up on my shoulders and started driving my cock deep in his ass. He moaned in pleasure, not even jerking himself off. I only lasted a couple minutes before I sank my bare cock deep in his ass and finally shot my load inside him. He kinda giggled and said wow, that was awesome. He hadn't cum yet, so I asked him if he wanted to shoot a load in me as well. He said yes, so I lubed his cock up and then straddled him and sat down on his 5 and half inch cock bareback. I rode him up and down for a minute before letting him take over, thrusting his bare cock into me. He only lasted about a minute before he said he was gonna shoot. He thrust a few more times as his load filled my ass. As I kissed him I pulled off his cock, and I felt his load dribble out of my ass onto his stomach. There was no blood this time, only semen.

My first time was during work, at 19, At that time I only played safe. The bathroom in the mall I worked was used for cruising. One morning I went there and found one guy who I had hooked up with before, and invited him over to a cubicle. He accepted and when he entered I noticed he was drunk AF, probably from the night before. He was very thin and hairy, maybe in his late 20's, I sucked him for a couple of minutes, he had a long thin and veiny 9inch dick. I gave him a condom I had in my wallet and bent over offering my hole. He put the condom on and pounded me for a couple of minutes, while I tried not to moan since I wasn't sure if there was someone else outside. I loved his cock because he passed my second ring without pain. After a while he pulled out and when he entered my hole again I felt the particular warm of the bare dick. I reached for his cock and felt it balls deep but no condom. I got nervous and ask him about it, he answered that he just wanted to feel me bare a moment and he was putting the condom back on. He wispered at me about how good it feelt and asked me if I liked it, while he fucked my hole really slowly. I said that I loved it but I really wanted him to put the condom back on. He agreed and after a minute he pulled out again, and put the condom back on, but he went limp almost immediately and couldn't put it back in. He said the condom made him lose erection, and that he needed to leave, so he pulled his pants up and left. I pulled my pants up and returned to work. It took hour's for me to notice he left a huge load inside me, I felt so dumb, but it was so hot for me to feel used like that and being just a hole.

Chapter Two Snap The Stud I was laying on my friend's couch waiting to sober up enough until I could drive home when I logged into grindr. A guy I’ve been talking to recently is close by and reached out. Clearly he’s pretty drunk and he sends me a picture of his slutty bar outfit. When I tell him I’m spending the night on a couch he invited me to share his bed. It’s within walking distance and the offer is tempting not just for the comfort of a real mattress, but also for a hole to fill. He lets me in, hands me pyjama pants then and gets into bed..oh he actually meant sleeping in his bed. I’m hard as fuck though and so I made a point of reaching over him to put my phone on the far bedside table so that my package pressed against his hand. I love the moment when men realise what I have. His motives changed immediately, I could tell he was entranced by my cock. He played with it some with a dumb look on his face so I pulled it out. He knew exactly what to do with it to earn some precum, he pulled the foreskin back and rubbed under the head. This is the point when my instinct to breed really kicked in. I still didn’t know the full power of this instinct, but once it has a target, he’s as good a bred. I lifted his legs and pulled up his sweats in one motion and pressed myself against his ass. “I’m going to fuck you”. I wasn’t asking. The fucker reached for the bedside table and pulled out a condom. Now I know by this point that condoms are the worst, but I hadn’t yet fully accepted my role as a breeding bull is to get around, through or off them at all costs. I agreed to wear it, because that was the “right” thing to do. My night was going to be ruined because of this gross piece of latex. I put it on with significant effort, they weren’t exactly magnums and so they only reached half way down my hard cock. I lubed a little, because I knew it would be impossible without, due to the balloon on my dick. I shoved in hard and I could tell it hurt him, which he deserved. I felt almost nothing on my cock so I tried pounding as hard and rough as possible still but nothing. He didn’t seem to be having much fun either, not that I cared at this point. I could tell it was painful for him which was his own fault so I didn’t show him any pity. Suddenly something changed though I didn’t realize exactly what yet, but I could actually feel him. I pounded his ass faster and sure enough, I felt I could actually cum like this. I was pleased and figured maybe condoms aren’t as bad as I thought. I was getting closer and he was making noises of both pain and pleasure now. As I reached climax I shoved in deep and groaned. Even with a condom on I can’t ever pull out. Fuck I came so much, I pulsed and pulsed into him. Usually I cum more when I know I’m filling a guy, so I was surprised I came so much just to fill a rubber. Once my orgasm ended I noticed he covered himself in his own jiz. I pulled out of him and suddenly everything made sense. The condom snapped and my body knew, even if my brain didn’t. I showed him it broke and he looked nervous... but also apologized to me! Clearly this is a mistake I will have to make again. the prey Since I broke up I haven’t been very social. I knew I had to get out of my rut so when a friend told me the bar had a short-shorts theme I figured this was a good excuse. I prefer to top, but I have an ass that swallows shorts and I figure my self esteem would benefit by catching people looking. We went to the bar and had a lot of fun dancing, even if I didn’t get all the attention I hoped for. As the night dragged on though, I started feeling down again. I don’t actually want to hook up, I just wanted to be held. My friend noticed my mood spiralling and swooped in with drinks and compliments, and more drinks. I was feeling better, and back to my horny self, but I could tell I was in a state to make bad decisions, and decided to leave. On the walk home I logged into grindr, out of curiosity only, I wasn’t feeling right for a hookup. A handsome man I had been talking to recently was almost right next to me, he’s usually almost off my grid. I sent him a message and he replied quickly to ask what I’m doing. I sent him a picture I took in my shorts that I took at the start of the night and was immediately embarrassed by it. I apologized and told him I was drunk. He told me he was sleeping on a friend's couch and without even thinking I told him to come sleep in my bed. What was I saying, I don’t want to hook up, even though he is really handsome. He has big arms, and a strong hairy chest, this could be the cuddle I’ve been craving all night. Well I already invited him so I gave him my address. I barely made it home before he did but I had time to change into comfy sweats. He came inside my apartment and his presence felt warm. I felt drawn to him and just wanted to lay my head on his pecs and smell the warm manly scent coming off him. I contained myself and showed him to my bed, we climbed in, and I turned out the light. If I keep everything above belt, maybe this can stay PG. No luck though, he shifted to reach over me to put something on the bedside table and his monster cock pressed against my hand. I had to hold it even just out of curiosity, I could not believe it was so fat, and long, and hard. He pulled it out of his briefs, and I pulled the foreskin back and played with the head. Immediately clear nectar appeared at the top. This is when he changed. The warm protector vibe was gone, he looked at me like I was his meal, grabbed my legs and pulled them up to reveal my ass. I was a little bit scared, but it was also really hot. He told me he was going to fuck me, he didn’t ask and he didn’t seem to care what I wanted. I knew I had to be assertive about one thing. I reached to the bedside table and grabbed a condom and gave it to him. I tried to match his forceful tone when I told him to put it on, but I think I just sounded whiney. He stared at me with a tense smile, opened it and started putting it on. I could tell he was mad, his eyes were burning right through me. Too bad buddy, I’m not going to meet someone and then take them raw on the same night. I was proud of myself for making him wear it, he was so hot, I easily could have wavered. Once he had it on it looked ridiculous though. It was practically a hat on his giant cock. He didn’t waste any time though and he pinned my legs up and shoved in with just a trace of lube. My ass was on fire and he didn’t even give me time to adjust. Like I said I usually top, I’m not by any means a pump and dump bottom, not until now. I want to impress him so I don’t tell him to stop or pull out, still I can’t hide my pain. He’s fucking so hard but looks bored and I feel awful, what’s wrong with me? On one particularly hard stroke he changed again though. His eyes lit up and he became both the warm protector and wild predator in one. He pumped into me wildly now with a rhythm that was going to make me cum. Suddenly He shoved balls deep into me and my prostate went wild. I came so much thinking of him coming in me. Thank god I made him wear a condom, there’s no way the animal in him would have pulled out. Once we both came out of our orgasm he pulled out and showed me the broken condom. I was shocked and I didn’t know what to say. Why did I just apologize? He laughed at that, wiped his dick off on my sheets, climbed to his side of the bed and left me there covered in/ filled with cum. I fell asleep that way and he was gone before I woke up.

I don't use faggots because I have feelings for them, I use faggots because they are easy and they never say no, I just bang them and walk away. The last thing I want is a faggot thinking he just found a new boyfriend.

I haven't not wanted castration but I have let a few tops know that 1. I don't want to cum because it's about them. 2. They can abuse or do what ever they want with my cock and balls because it's there to mess with. 3 I've had a couple tops tell me they'd punish my cock and balls for a few different reasons. For getting hard, for staying soft, for having them in the first place. I have enjoyed all those options but have never wanted to lose either my cock or balls.

This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626