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part 2 Ben now awake realised he could not move without waking Brad as he was part draped over him, What had he done last night he had been fucked raw and not just raw but with a poz cock, as the word poz formed in his mind his own cock began to stiffen, Ben realised he was getting turned on by the thought of poz cum. Just then Brad opened his eyes and grinned, with his hand sliding down Ben's chest and around his stiffening cock, mmmmm what have we here, he quickly straddled Ben and slid down on his cock, for Ben who had never fucked bare the sensations suddenly running through his senses were unbelievable , Brad tweaked Ben's nipples and suddenly Ben felt his cum shooting into Brad's hole. Brad slipped off Ben's cock and embraced him and they kissed I think you enjoyed that too, yes replied Ben, don't tell me that was a first too, yes it was replied Ben, well this is a series of great firsts for you the. Brad stood up and pulled Ben toward him pulling him into a tight embrace against his chest, I hope we can spend the rest of your stay together and you will let me fuck you time and time again, Ben did not reply, Brad pushed him back a little what scared? sort of said Ben about getting pozzed, Ben nodded, well I think that is not the case if you had been then you would have told me to pull out last night and on both occasions you did not. So are you going to let me fuck you again, Ben looked into Brad's blue eyes and realised he could not refuse this sexy guy, Yes I want you fuck me, good man now let's go get breakfast and get you into that new thong and go down to the beach. yes there will be a part 3, but possibly not ill after the holidays

The other day I was feeling horny and wanted cock and cum in my hole in a bad way. I didn't have a lot of time so I decided to not go to the bathhouse. Instead I drove into Philly and went to the Adonis theater at lunchtime. I planned ahead and brought a backpack for my clothes. I went in and headed for the basement. The basement is totally dark. The crowd can be old guys, middle aged, college kids from one of the nearby universities. Guys can be straight, gay, neg, poz, toxic, I didn't care, I wanted cock and cum. So I got naked except a jock, got on all 4s, lubed my hole and put on a black blindfold so guys knew I would take any and all cocks. At times I was tempted to take off the blindfold but I left it on and I couldn't see a thing, only hear movement and feel cocks at my ass. Over the next hour and a half I had 4 guys fuck me and I begged them for their seed. One asked, are you sure? (Which is sometimes a signal that they are poz and likely toxic). And I said yes, I take all loads. They all came in me. I never saw any of them. Cum was running down my legs as I got dressed since I needed to leave. When I got home I squatted over a mirror and watched the cum pour out of my ass. A huge puddle of it, which I then licked off the mirror and swallowed. It was a hot time and I am planning my next trip to get loaded again.

"Worship," was the Daddies only command, and the boy gladly obeyed, lavishing that glorious ebony cock with sloppy kisses and licks, worshipping it with his entire being as he inhaled the rich pungent odors and fumes coming from under the hood. He worked his way down the shaft with reverence before burying his face in his daddy's huge sack. His balls had to be at least the size of eggs if not larger, and the boy found his daddy's musk to be just as potent down here, with the bonus smell of sex, piss, and old cum permeating the already wonderful scent. The Daddy reached down, his thin boney fingers curling in the boy's lush hair, Holding him in place as the boy breathed deeply. As with the musk of his pits, The Daddy wanted the boy's mind to become imprinted with the musk of his crotch. Mintues ticked by as the boy gently lciekd each egg, kissed the wrinkled sack, and occasionally slipped his tongue into the course, wire like pubes of the Daddies crotch. All the while, the Daddies aged yet prominent ebony cock grew ever thicker and firmer. Slowly the long lapping folds of foreskin begin to peel back as the pointed head emerges, in time revealing both a rare treasure and a new scent to the boy. The corona under the flaring head was encrusted with rich flakes of aged cock cheese, the fumes from the Daddies smegma soon reached the boy as he was guided up towards the treasure. The Daddy smiled as he watched the boy react to his bountiful crop, knowing it was the first time the Boy would have sampled such a treat, the first of so many new experiences he would share. "Well boy? Will you not sample my bounty? I know it is a strong taste, but you should learn to be grateful for my offering." The Daddy said, his hand caressing the boy's face, looking at the expression of wonderment. The boy seemed shy, yet would not disappoint his Daddy. "Of course my Daddy, I, I do not wish to rush this, like you, I want to savor this, I have fantasized of this for so long, but would not think I would experience it." The boy said before finally starting his task. Gently he leaned in and began to lick away the layers of aged cum and piss from deep in the Daddies folds of foreskin. The Daddy was indeed proud of this moment, others that had boasted of their desire for his cheese had balked or pulled away when faced with it. Here was a boy that once again proved himself worthy of his legacy. All too soon, the Daddies potent coal black member was clean, as the Boy slurped and savored its many flavors, the layers of tort cream had been fully consumed save for some flecks on the Boys face. The Daddy looked upon the boy and smiled with pride. “Boy, you should know that already, you have proven yourself where many others have failed. I can tell that already your mind and body are starting to change, starting to become infused with my essence and my desires. As the night goes on, the old you shall melt away bit by bit until you are reborn. Once again you must let me know this is your choice to continue." The Daddy said as the two locked eyes. The boy could feel the truth of what The Daddy said, his head was foggy and drunk on the fumes and scent of The Daddy, and it did feel like he was changing, a part of him accepting a new world and a new life. Already he hungered for more of what he had breathed, inhaled, and tasted. "Yes Daddy, I knew from the moment I walked through the door that my life would change because of you, and I want it. Even if my old life is gone forever, I will be happy with the new life you give to me." He said, a dreamy, blissed out look on his face. The Daddy smiled at his approval.

I got the holy grail I reckon. I slept in my dads bed both naked from 3-17. By (can I say ages here???) I started playing with his long cock. I loved putting it in my mouth. He tried to discourage me but gave in. He molested me and taught me how to suck his dick. And he started sucking mine. When I was __ my uncle found out and raped me. It was awful but three weeks later I was begging him for his cock. He taught me how to get fucked. Two months later my dad started fucking me. I loved it. When I was __ and my brother __, they had us fuck each other. And we still fuck. Dad only fucks me. My uncle is a huge pervert and has three boys… My brother and I look alike so we’ve gone on gay cruises and stuff and fuck in public. Guys go nuts to fuck with brothers.

I will never forget the day; Frigid, windy, snowy, and dark. It was my birthday, mid December. I spent the entire day browsing hookup sites looking for just one load to take. I wasn't asking for much, but I had been sexting all day and my balls were aching for release. Curled up in bed with my dog, I continued to pursue a host who could drop a load in me - any load would do. After hours upon hours of searching I found a person who's profile was blank but new. I tapped on their avatar and landed on a page with the following: 44, 5'11, 198lbs, 7.5" - I'm Hosting, Vers. Hairy guys are hot. Fetishes: Used underwear, socks, sports gear, and body hair. Interaction: Anonymous Protection: Talk first I sprang to attention - excitedly I ask him if he were poz. He confirmed it and said that he was sorry, and asked if I did not want to play. I told him not to apologize, and that I was perfectly fine having sex with poz guys, even ones who are detectable. He proceeded to tell me that he was on his meds, and that he is responsibly undetectable. This man changed tune as soon as I told him that I was disappointed he wasn't on meds, to which he replied that he just wanted to lure me in and was in fact, not on his meds. I agreed to come over, my heart racing. I had never purposefully fucked a poz guy of any stature - detectable or not. It was like the virus was already coursing through my veins and I hadn't even caught it yet. I drove through the intense blizzard like conditions to arrive at his hotel and proceeded to his room. Standing in the doorway was man a couple inches taller than myself. He had hair that was just starting to gray, his chest coated in thick black hair that stretched down to his massive cock, wrapping around down his legs and to his feet. His thick coarse body hair was incredible running through my hands. He was a good looking guy, and was delighted I showed up. With thousands of snowflakes falling outside, I was determined not to be a flake, especially not for him. He poured me a glass of wine, sweet with a slight bite. I began to undress myself, leaving my jockstrap on. I laid on the bed, and admired his gorgeous body, his tufts of body hair, and fiddle with my own cock through my underwear. He moved towards my cock with his hand, and I told him to get ready to be shocked. You see, I have 4 piercings on my cock. a 4 guage prince albert curved barbell, and 3 rungs of a ladder. My cock is already indicative of what a bad boy I am, let alone if it were to be a poz cock. He began to take off my underwear, admired my piercings and showed me he had a PA too. He flipped me over, and examined my hole. Tickling the hair around my ass, he spit on his dick, and rubbed some on my hole. He slid his cock up and down against my fuck hole, the feeling was pure ecstasy. Without a moments notice, he burrowed himself inside me, balls deep. I let out a loud moan, it felt as though he split my ass open, and then gave me a shot of pure pleasure right in my cunt. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was greater as he began to pump his cock inside me. I could feel every single stroke press against my abdominal muscles, every last hump was pure, erotic, manly romance. His sweat was dripping all over me, his BO permeating my hair and skin. I squeezed down on his cock, urging him to release his evil seed inside me. And so he did, he came all over, painting the insides of my body with toxic cum. His load was hot, sticky, and the way it gushed every time he thrusted again made me nearly cum. He pulled out, and I reached over and grabbed an item I brought off the dresser. In my hand was a simple needle - 3ml, 20 guage. Nothing too scary. I grabbed his arm, and asked him if he was okay with it. I swear, his cock grew another 3 inches as he grabbed the needle from my hands. Using his teeth, he removed the cap. He spread my legs apart, and positioned himself at my hole. He slammed inside me, a feeling of pure joy now. I grasped his arm, and his vein began to show. He plunged the needle into his arm, and withdrew a dark, violent red fluid into the tube. His blood was so toxic I could feel his bugs in my ass clawing away to be reunited with their brothers and sisters. He squeezed my arm, after removing the needle and handing it to me. Carefully, I placed the needle against the vein I always use for an HIV test, and pressed in. Carefully, I slammed the plunger in. Immediately I could feel his minions hijacking my body, taking over my mind. I knew at this moment I was absolutely fucked. God damn, it was so fucking hot. I was absolutely. FUCKED. I then took the plunger and pulled it out, filling the tube with my own blood. He greedily took the needle, and slammed my clean negative blood into his veins. Every vampire needs fresh blood sometimes. Blood was rolling down our arms - staining the sheets with solid evidence of the crime we had committed. He grabbed his double zero gauge prince albert and put it on. He opened my legs again, and carefully pushed his massive bionic cock inside me, fucking me until he painted me up once more. We rolled over, and I rode his cock like into the sunset. I rode him, and rode him - grinding his cock inside my ass until he came a third time. With a dirty deed done, and new lifestyle ahead, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drove home in a blizzard. It didn't matter if I look outside, or inside, all I could see was white. Please note : While this is fictional - This borrows heavily on my first pozzing experience. I am so excited to hear your thoughts after I've taken this huge step.

I went back downstairs and found Bill making some mugs of tea behind the counter. The cum rag hung on a hook by the sink and I used it to wipe the spunk between my arse cheeks. Bill grinned and took the rag off me. "Lovely!" He smiled as he inhaled the aroma of fresh spunk on it. " been a good lad and serviced the regulars Timmy?" I nodded and winced as he stuck a finger up me and then licked it clean. "Mmm. Nice. " He said and slapped my bum affectionately. "Take these through to the yard out back will you? Got some visitors I ain't seen for a while." I looked round for a towel but he said "Don't worry about that, Timmy." then he winked at me. Feeling a bit anxious, I pushed the door open and, naked, stepped out into the yard with the tea. There was a high wall all round with a door on one side. In the middle was an old plastic table and four chairs on which sat some men. They were dressed in a variety of old, dirty clothes and, by the smell, hadn't washed for weeks. They were unshaven with filthy hands and their eyes widened as they saw my naked body. My hands shook as I put the tea on the table and then I heard Bill behind me say "These are some homeless guys I've known for years. I like to give 'em something hot when they're in the area" and he gave a dirty laugh. The men grinned and revealed blackened teeth and wet tongues. "You guys doing ok? Said Bill, pushing me forward towards an old, wizened man with sores on his face and a runny nose. "Not bad,"said one. "But it's good of you to give us a drink, Bill." As he spoke, the old man began to fiddle with my cock, rubbing it with his dry, wrinkled fingers. Despite myself, I got aroused and my cock sprang up in his grasp. "Lovely!" He cackled. To my disgust, he dipped his head and took it into his mouth, sucking it in as snot dripped from his nose onto the base of my cock. But it was warm and wet and I gasped as he sucked it to full erection. I heard the rustle of clothing and saw the other men opening their filthy trousers to reveal their stiffening cocks. The old man stopped sucking me and kissed my throbbing shaft. "Does he like to fuck, Bill?" He asked. Bill laughed and tweaked my nipple and cupped my balls. "Looks like it, doesn't it." The others laughed as the old man stood up and dropped his trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock was small and limp beneath his hairy belly. He bent over the table and spread his cheeks. His hole was slack and not entirely clean. Bill produced a tube and smeared KY into the old man's arsehole. "Come on then, dearie," He said "Climb on." Before I could say anything, Bill grabbed my cock with one hand and positioned it, while pushing me forward with the other. I gasped as I felt my cock slide into the hot, wet rectum and the old man gasped with pleasure. "Oh yes! Lovely! Fuck it hard!" He gasped. The other men closed in on us, stroking my arse, feeling my balls and squeezing my cock where it disappeared into the old man's hole. I began to thrust hard into the old body, relishing the wet, hot rectum squeezing along the length of my cock. Bill bent and whispered into the old man's ear. "You dirty sod. Want him to cum in you? His cum's right toxic, mate"

Laying out with Steve Part 2 previous... An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim...did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came! Steve and I soon fell asleep. What a wonderful nights sleep I had while laying in his bed, the warmth, the occasional caress and being able to rest my hand on that gorgeous cock anytime I wanted, the best. I woke briefly very early in the morning, with that feeling of Steve's leaking cock between my ass cheeks...and my ass being spread open by Steve's hand. I knew he wanted in me again, and I whispered "fuck me baby, please". Steve placed his leaking cock head against my hole and pushed in. My ass was more than ready for him now, with two of loads in me already. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "I didn't want to wake you Tim, but I need to cum again, I want you to have my poz cum in you forever". He was fucking me faster now, know it was turning him on to think about spraying his seed in me once again. I reached behind me and placed my fingers along his bare shaft, "yes sir, cum in me, please cum deep in me". That was all it took for Steve to lose control. He pushed in as far as he could and I felt his cock stiffen and pulse inside of me. So many shots of his hot poz cum. we panted for a long time, him rubbing my body and telling me how hot I was and how much he loved fucking me. We were soon falling asleep again, but this time with him still in my ass. I never felt him get out of bed, but when I woke around 8am, Steve was already up, showered and gone. I found a note on the kitchen counter: Tim! What happened last night? I loved every moment of it and so glad the day, and night, went the way it did. I truly hope you are not having second thoughts or regrets today. I would love to talk to you more about last night and how you are feeling today. Please call anytime. I will be back later if you want to stick around, had to run some errands. Steve PS. I am having a pool party next weekend with a few friends, please think about coming, I would love to have you here. I read the note a second time and started to daydream about what had actually happened. From laying out to Steve cumming in me three times. While my head was all over the place with thoughts, my cock was reacting for sure. how could it not. Steve is everything I had fantasized about for so long. I needed to talk to him. I called later that evening and had a great talk with him. We talked about what my options were, but he definitely has his opinion. I absolutely loved his outlook on poz/neg sex (and love). Eventually this moved into very explicit topics, but we tried to stay away from all out masturbating on the phone! After hanging up with Steve I felt better and wasn't going to worry about things right then and there. As I got ready for bed, I logged on to BBRT once again to send Steve a quick note, but he had beaten me to it. I opened the message from Steve that basically said, "my cock is aching to breed you again Tim". That is all it took to send my cock to full hardness! I quickly wrote back, thank you dad, I fucking love your cock, and sent it. I think my choice was becoming clearer to me. I didn't want to stop Steve fucking me, at all. The week went by slowly, more slow than usual it seemed as I had already decided to go to Steve's pool party the coming weekend. Steve asked about it and I finally relented. While the party was intended to be 'clothing optional', I thought I should start in something tiny and a little see through. I chose a male see through thong bikini I found online. I tried it on as soon as it arrived. I put it on in the bathroom so I could see the results. It was incredible, but barely held my cock and balls, especially if I started to get hard. I also wanted to see it on while wearing my black rubber cock ring. I took the bikini off, but had to wait for my cock to settle down before putting on my cock ring. Once on, I modeled the bikini again, fucking nice. I had to wear this to Steve's. Soon enough Saturday arrived, it was a long week at work and without masturbating all week, and talking to Steve several times about party planning and attendees, I was leaking often. My balls were so full. I drove over to Steve's house early to help get ready for the party. I wore the bikini, and cock ring, under some loose shorts and a tshirt. I knocked on Steve's door but was let in within a minute, he must have been waiting. I immediately went to Steve and gave him a big hug, he kissed me and held my ass in his hands. I could feel him getting hard against me, loved that feeling. Steve let me go and had me step back so he could look me up and down. It is then I noticed his soiled shorts and now semi hard cock pushing against the thin fabric. His shorts were wet in several spots from his heavy precum. "Tim you look so good, is that what you are wearing today?". "Nope", I said as I pulled down my shorts to reveal the thong bikini. I did a quick turn around for Steve. "Fuck boy, you look so fucking good". Steve pulled me back to him so his hardening cock, held back by his shorts, was pushing on my bare ass cheeks. I could now feel the wetness of his precum soaked shorts on my ass. "Do we have to wait baby, I need to fuck you so bad", Steve asked. I reached behind me and gripped his big cock, "yes sir, we must wait. Some time today, I will be ass up on your bed waiting!" Steve patted my now hard cock through my bikini and said, "I can't wait". Steve and I hurriedly prepared his house for the party. Steve asked that I be in charge of drinks and refreshments, making sure his guests were taken care of. No problem here. Before the guests were to arrive, Steve said he was going to get changed into swimwear and suggested I should do the same. I followed Steve to his bedroom. Steve held up a small swimsuit for him and started stripping to change. I peeled off my shorts to reveal my suit to him. I looked at Steve and he was standing naked, cock rising as he stared at me again. "Oh Tim, this is going to be a great day". I crossed the room and rubbed his shiny wet cock head with my finger, and brought it to my mouth while looking him in the eyes. "yes it is sir! See you soon" I said as I left the room. Steve and I were finishing up, making sure there were towels and sunscreen at the ready all around the pool, even 'party' boxes with poppers and lube, but no condoms. Steve said condoms weren't necessary for this party. Guests started arriving shortly before the 'official' pool party time. Steve greeted each guest and occasionally would look for me to meet 'so and so'. A couple of occasions I could see why. One such couple was Chad and Bruce, I could tell immediately. Both were older than I, great physical shape, and wearing netting bikini's that left nothing to the imagination. Both Chad and Bruce were packing big cocks, big and soft so I could only imagine how they were when hard. "Tim this is Chad and Bruce, great friends of mine, so take special care of them" Steve said while laughing. I shook both their hands. Chad said, "great to finally meet you Tim, Steve has talked about you a lot". I looked at Steve with a 'concerned' but not really concerned look. Soon enough, most of the guests had arrived. Looking around at the guests I could tell most were older, in Steve's age range, and some younger. There were only a few 'unattached' guys it appeared, but they were involved in great conversations. Some had already taken their shorts, or swimwear off, and were sunning around the pool or in the pool cooling off. I was busy getting drinks for people, but I definitely got to be privy to some close up cock shots or conversations about sex life! It was fantastic. Every once in a while I would get close to Steve and be a part of his world. He would usually put his arm around me and cup my ass in his hands, which I loved. Soon after that I was in the kitchen, by myself, getting another round of margaritas for a trio when Chad appeared in the kitchen and asked if I needed a hand. I turned around and saw him there, see through bikini still in place but I could see it straining now. Chad's eyes were not on mine, but rather at my waist where he was just staring at my ass. "Thank you, that is sweet, but I think have it, but if you wouldn't mind can you get me three limes?". Chad moved to get the limes and put one in each cup. "Thank you for doing this Tim, and it really is great to finally meet you. Steve has chatted you up all week, so finally nice to put a....face, and ass, to the name. You know Tim, Steve has told us everything, about your weekend last week. I think it is fucking great you to finally go together." "um, everything?" I asked. "yes Tim, everything. I know you are neg and my guy got to breed you three times last weekend", Chad said. I could definitely see his cock start to strain hard against the material. Fuck! This man is hot, I mean Steve is my fantasy confirmed, but this man is hot too, and a huge cock to go with it. Just as I was about to ask Chad what he thought Steve popped in the kitchen. "ahhh, so glad you to have a chance to chat and get to know each other" Steve said as he pushed by us. "I just need to get a couple beers and I will be out of your way". I asked if he needed any help and he said "no, I got it baby, hang here with Chad and get to know him". As he said this, Steve patted me on the bare ass and squeezed my cheek. I saw Chad wink at Steve as he left the kitchen. "Yes Tim, hand with me a moment and get to know me" Chad said. "Steve is so very lucky, Bruce and I both think so. To fall for a neg guy and he to be ok with his status, wow! I love it.". Chad then reached down and pulled his bikini to the side letting his big growing cock fall out. He stroked that massive cock once and said "very lucky, damn". I was mesmerized, but needed to get these drinks out. I told Chad, I need to get these drinks out but love to chat in a bit. I proceeded to squeeze by Chad with my bare ass against him. He reached out and pulled me in tight with a bear hug, his big cock above my ass cheeks...smearing his precum all over. "I will be waiting, how about in the living room". Chad said. I quickly distributed the drinks I had, and had someone even say...what is that on his ass, it looks he brushed up against someone and then some laughing! I just smiled as I went back into the house. Chad was not in the kitchen, but I soon found him sitting in the living room, enjoying a cold drink, and cock covered once again. I got my drink and sat on the couch with him, one leg up and facing him opposite on the couch. Chad drew one leg up and re-positioned to face me. "Now, where were we?" he said. His hand had fallen to his bikini and big cock again. "Ah yes, you and Steve enjoying poz/neg sex. Can I ask, how are you feeling about it now?" Chad said while pulling the cloth back to expose his rapidly growing cock. Now it was my turn, my cock was also very hard and now leaking, after a week of sustaining this was bound to happen. "Sure. Of course I was not fully committed to making anything happen with Steve. I have grown so fond of him as a friend, of course lusted after him in my fantasy world, but didn't think it would happen. Then last weekend....wow. I couldn't refuse, he is so hot and I wanted him in me so bad, everything happened so fast, and so naturally." I was day dreaming remembering Steve fucking me hard from behind the first time. "fuck Chad, I haven't cum all week and now I have to relive that" I laughed. Chad was now slowly stroking his cock. "You know he can poz you right?. I mean I would too, given the chance", Chad said while milking a massive ooze of precum from his big cock. "fuck that is hot Chad, does Bruce know you are in here with me?" I asked. "Yes, he is the one that emboldened me to go chat with you" Chad said while laughing. "fuck Chad" I said again. "I don't think Steve would want anything to happen between us". From behind me I heard Steve say, "I wouldn't bet on that boy.". I whipped around to see Steve there. "All I ask is that you get a picture of the deed being done, and no cumming Tim...that is for me", Steve said while gripping his cock. He turned and left Chad and I alone. "Now boy, put that drink down and suck daddy's cock", Chad said while holding his hard cock in his hand. I put my drink down and got on the floor in front of Chad. I milked his oozing cock and swallowed his precum goodness. I sucked on Chad's cock as best I could, stretching my mouth. when I had Chad's cock slick with precum and spit, he told me to get up and bend over....giving my ass to his tongue. Chad tongue fucked my ass for several minutes, leaving me weak kneed and both of us moaning. Finally he leaned back and said "You need to sit on my cock Tim". I turned and straddled Chad, with his big wet dick sliding between my ass cheeks. he said, "I want to give you my poz seed boy". I looked down and now I finally saw it, a bio haz tattoo right above his cock, faint, but it was there. I moaned and reached around to guide him into my wet ass. Chad's cock head was soaking my ring and he was pushing as I pushed out to ease his cock into me. With a final 'pop' his cock head was in me and I was slowly inching down on that big dick. Chad's hands went to my waist and he slowed my decent on his cock until I had him all the way in me. He let me rest there to get used to his size, which I needed. after a minute, Chad pulled me up the length of his cock and slid me back down again. This continued for several minutes until he picked up the pace of him fucking me! "do you like my cock boy?" he said. all I could do was get short words out in moans. "fuck...love...need....your...cum". "you are going to get all of it baby boy, deep in your pussy". he said and pulled me down on his big dick one last time. I could feel him swell bigger and bigger and then I felt the throbbing of his balls pushing that hot poz cum up this is massive cock to my waiting womb. he was breeding me. my second poz man in a week. what the fuck! 🙂 my cock was oozing between us but I wouldn't dare touch my dick as I would explode. in a minute Chad reached around and pulled his still semi hard cock out of my ass and I could feel his load ooze out of me onto his balls. Then I heard the snapping of pictures. I turned to see Bruce there, cock hard, and phone in hand. "Perfect", Bruce said. Chad pulled my ass apart and asked his man, "want in baby?". Bruce tossed his phone and stepped in closer to slide his now hard leaking cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe it. Bruce wasted no time in fucking me fully and hard, and soon yelled out he was cumming! he pushed deep and started cumming, leaning in to whisper, "Steve is so fucking lucky, take my cum deep boy". "give it to me daddy" is all I could muster. After Bruce pulled out, and more cum fell out, I gathered myself and headed to Steve's bathroom to get cleaned up, but before leaving I turned to Chad and Bruce. "thank you!! that was so fucking hot and I loved every bit and ounce of it". I left them kissing and whispering. more to cum....

Chapter 32: Gramps Next up was gramps and his grandson. They retreated to the bedroom with their present. When the son opened it, he found a huge black dildo. The son was giddy as fuck. Gramps told him he would be getting the real thing tonight, but wanted him to have the dildo for whenever he was craving BBC. Gramps warned his son that the guy that would be breeding him had a massive cock, and was highly toxic. In fact the reason his son wasn't there is because he was just going through the fuck flu. Gramps then explained the bio hazard tattoo and told him that he would love to have a poz son. His grandson was a bit hesitant saying that he was too young to get infected and die. Gramps explained that he was pozzed at his same age, and obviously has lived a long and healthy life. Gramps continued by saying that he wanted to be the one to gift him, but if someone else did, he was fine with that. The son said he'd do it for him. He placed the tat on his ass, and they headed to the main room. The BBC stud was waiting eagerly for him and said it's about time you got back fuck boy. He led the boy to a fuck bench, and told Gramps to breed him first. That way he would open his hole, and provide a lubed hole for him. Gramps agreed and mounted his boy. After he finished he was mounted by the BBC. Before entering him he told the boy he was about to find out what it was like to get fucked hard and fast. And that it was. Sweat was glistening on the studs sexy bald head, and he was pinching his nipples as he plowed the boys ass. Most in the room were there to watch his cock stretch his ass wide open. Now Gramps wasn't a slouch in the cock department but was nothing compared to his sons breeder. Gramps couldn't help but be thankful that he was able to lube his grand sons hole, and then see his hole stretched by the BBC!

I recently was able to go on a business trip to Denver. I flew out a day before my co-worker so I could be ass up in my hotel, taking loads. I packed my blindfold, poppers, harness, lube. I was ready for my business trip. Its been a while since I have been able to do this. I was excited. I got to the hotel early evening. Got prepared and was ass up waiting in my room. Dark, blindfolded, pre-lubed in a jock! I love that scene as I wait for my first guy to come and breed me. First up was 27 year old. I was ready for his cock. I heard the click of the door, I could feel my heart race as I could hear his pants drop to the floor. He came up behind me as I was ass up on the edge of the bed and entered me. I told him to just push it in, I can take a cock without too much of an issue. He started pumping into to me, mid fuck he tells me he has never been with a guy. WOW, I was his first. I told him to fuck my ass like he wanted to fuck and he started pounding me. Pretty soon he started breathing heavy and plowed his load into my hole. I asked him how it was, his first guy he fucked, he said "incredible". I thought so too. Load one in! Next up was a guy who was staying in the hotel. He was just "feet away". He was hispanic, wanted to fuck me with a condom, I said NO thanks, I only take it raw. A while later he got back to me and said yes, he would breed me. He was there in just a few minutes, he wanted a dark room, me blindfolded, total anon. He was rough, he liked to jackhammer fuck. It was not that comfortable, when he would slip out I felt like he was going to rip me open trying to get back in. He kept it up and finally deposited his load in me. Thats #2 A guy hit me up and said he was coming. I gave him the room number, he then stopped responding. I hate that, I usually want them to be very close, give an ETA before I give out the room number. I don't know why I didn't do that. It's un-nerving wondering if they are going to show or not. Next up was a 23 year old who wanted to get a blow job. I said yes, why not. He wasn't far away and before I knew it he was at my hotel door. I really wanted to get fucked, but I'll suck a guy off if thats what he wants. So I start sucking him, he seems a little nervous. I ask him if he wants to fuck me. He says yes.... I get up on the edge of the bed on all fours, in he goes. He fucks me, lone behold, the guy who said he is coming shows up, bolts into the room. We are both a little surprised. The new guy is watching the 23 year old fucking me, strips down and starts rimming the guy fucking me. The 23 year old is moaning and loving it. He does this for a while as the guy fucks me. Pretty soon the new guy asks to switch places. He enters me and plows my ass. The 23 year old standing there watching me get fucked and bred. Does not take long and the guy dumps his load in my hole. #4 in my ass. He then tells me that he has to go because he has to get back to his girlfriend...... he cleans up and heads out the door. The 23 year old gets back on my ass and pumps away....... I ask him how he liked being rimmed. He loved it he said, he says he is straight and rimming was fine but did not want anything to enter him. Interesting, # 5 is now in my ass. The 23 year old now gets dressed and leaves. I then get a hit from #2, he is still hard and wants to come back for another turn. So I get jack hammered again and another load from the guy staying at the hotel. Thats #6 Now I am tired but this guy hits me up and wants to come breed me, his profile says bottom but he said he was in a top mood. OK, come on, might as well take another load. Its 2am but I am ass up to get fucked, why not. He arrives, I am ass up waiting with 6 loads in my hole. He comes in, drops his pants, climbs on my cum filled ass and proceeds to pump another load into me. #7 inside. He then says he is going to go home, get his roommate and come back to breed me again... (never did, got a message from him a day and 1/2 later that he fell asleep when he got home.) I still enjoyed him breeding me. At 5:30am I get a ping from the guy staying in the hotel. He wants to come breed me again. I of course could not say no to another load in my hole. In 5 minutes he is in my room jackhammering me again!! Load #8 is in my hole. Damn I need to get some sleep so I can work. I love business trips where I can be ass up taking loads.

Part 22: Plans in Motion “FUCK!” Peter cried, his face red. Tears were in his eyes as he slowly lowered himself down onto Dominic and myself, our dicks held close together, our combined girths threatening to tear his hole open. Peter had been coming over to my apartment almost every day for two weeks, telling his wife that he was coming to help with a committee. What she didn’t know was that the committee’s focus was fucking, pozzing, and finding other men to join. Peter wanted to experience everything he could with gay sex. Though he still had trouble swallowing piss, he loved it when Dominic and I bathed him in our streams. He loved exploring everything sex made possible. As soon as he heard about double penetration, his eyes lit up. “You sure you can take us both?” I asked one night after Dominic had unloaded in his ass, using my cum as lube. “I don’t know until I try,” Peter said. He reached back and shoved several of his fingers into his hole. "It feels like it can." "I'd love to get a fist up there," Dominic said, smiling. "He's not ready for that," I said. It was something even Dominic and I hadn't tried. "I just want to try everything I can," Peter explained. “I like the way this man thinks,” Dominic said, pulling Peter in for a kiss. “I can’t wait till I convert,” Peter said. Since we’d been fucking Peter so much, we were sure he would be converting soon, though it had taken Pastor Kline a while until he converted. Pastor Kline hadn’t joined us in our daily fucking since he was sick, his body still trying to recover. His wife had been concerned, even suggested that he should have been taken to the hospital, but we all knew what would be revealed if she did. Instead, I assured her that he’d be back to his old self in no time; he’d be better, even. “I’ll be better once I have you in my ass and Dominic in my mouth,” Pastor Kline whispered to me once his wife was out of earshot. “And Peter cumming buckets all over my body.” We had taken him to see Dr. Wade once he was feeling well enough to walk. I lied to Pastor Kline’s wife and said I was doing her a favor by taking him to the doctor for a checkup. What she didn’t know was that Dominic and I watched as Dr. Wade invaded Pastor Kline’s new poz hole and filled him till cum was dripping down his legs. Then, Dominic fucked Pastor Kline as I had another go with Doctor Wade, filling his hole with my cum. Pastor Kline was now a wild animal, always horny, ready to fuck whatever he could. However, his wife was keeping an eye on him till she thought he was better. We were sure he would be ready to rejoin the land of the fucking soon. Hopefully by the time we managed to snag Lewis. Peter was still trying to figure out how to best get Lewis alone. After that, we had the issue of convincing the young man that he’d want us to poz him. While everyone was positive that he’d give in with no problem, I found myself worried. What if he changed his mind? What if he decided to expose us all? There was a lot riding on Lewis and his hole. Still, we all wanted him. After Peter told us everything that had happened the night he took Lewis’s virginity, we all found ourselves only thinking of the young man and the possibilities his body held. “You’re almost there,” Dominic said, helping Peter as he slowly inched his way down our cocks. “Fuck, look at you open up.” I watched in amazement as I saw Peter’s ass take two huge dicks. Sure, I’d seen it done in porn, but until your dick is one of the ones threatening to tear a man’s hole open, it’s almost impossible to imagine. “Fuck,” Peter cried, glancing down to get a view of the impossible. He tried to hold his dick and balls back to see our cocks invading his body, but the pain was too much and he instead focused on not passing out. “How’s it feel?” I asked, running my hand along his legs, loving the feeling of his hairy body. Since we started fucking Peter daily, I found myself drawn to him almost as much as I was drawn to Dominic. Maybe it was the “[banned word]” of it all. Dominic had been, in my eyes when I first met him, dangerous. He was the thing I wanted but knew I shouldn’t have. With Peter, he was a married man who slept with one of his students. Everything about this man was a turn-on. If Dominic hadn’t come along when he did, I was starting to wonder if Peter could have been the one to take my virginity, seeing as he was so good at it. He was a hot man, and seeing him impale himself on two cocks had my heart racing. Sure, there were other men at the church I’d fuck in a heartbeat, but I don’t expect it to happen. Before Dominic, I never imagined that I’d fuck another man and be fucked in return. I never thought I’d fuck the pastor who had been guiding me the last three years. I never would have imagined fucking at the doctor’s office. I never would have imagined fucking my own brother. My entire life had changed since I met Dominic. Maybe nothing would have happened with Peter. Doesn’t matter, I thought, watching as Peter fucked himself on our dicks, sweat covering his body, his hairy chest heaving from the effort. Hearing his groans mix with the moaning of Dominic brought me to the edge. The life I would have had couldn’t have come close to this. I loved being poz, and I couldn’t wait for Peter to feel the same. “Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing hold of both Peter and Dominic. “I’m cumming!” I threw my head back, an intense wave coursing through my body. My skin felt as if it were freezing and on fire at the same time, every nerve firing as my cock shot load after load of poz cum into Peter’s hole. My heart was pounding, Peter’s hand reaching down to stabilize himself, his palm landing right over my biohazard tattoo, my heart beating underneath. Fuck, I couldn’t wait until he converted. “I can feel it,” Peter said, forcing himself down until our dicks disappeared completely inside him. “I can feel you filling me.” I could feel my cum dripping down my dick and over my balls. Next to my shaft, I could feel Dominic’s cock swelling, his rhythm increasing along with his breathing. “One load of poz cum down,” Dominic growled, his one hand grabbing Peter’s leg while the other reached up and grabbed Peter’s cock. “Ready for another?” “Fuck yeah,” Peter moaned as Dominic started jerking his cock. “Infect my ass. Make me blow my neg load.” “Hopefully your last,” Dominic said. “Fuck,” Peter moaned, his breathing quick. “You got it,” Dominic said, thrusting harder, my own cock, growing harder, joining the motion. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Peter cried, hand clawing at my chest and leaving a mark across my skin. “I’m… I’m…” Peter’s mouth was open in a silent scream, eyes wide open, as thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock and bathed us in his limitless cum. I still couldn’t believe he could produce so much. His entire chest was covered, matting into his hair before falling down onto Dominic and I and matting into our own. The sound of sloshing cum over slicked skin filled the room as Dominic let out a deep growl. “Here it is, boy,” he cried, thrusting himself as deep into Peter’s ass as possible, his body shaking from the exertion. Next to my balls, I could feel his shoot up into his body, his cock pumping furiously. Even my own cock started shooting again, remnants of my orgasm resurfacing and bringing another round of cum shooting out. For a moment, all three of us were connected in a shared orgasm, our bodies firing off as one. The poz seed from Dominic which existed within himself and within me filled Peter’s body. We collapsed on the bed, exhausted, unable to move for what felt like hours. “Anyone ready for a round two?” Peter asked, his cock already at attention, another round of cum ready to go. Dominic looked at me and laughed. “Fuck, you two are the hottest fucking men I’ve ever seen.” “You’re just saying that,” I told him, smiling back. He looked at me, his smile softening. I’d seen Dominic make a lot of faces. I’ve seen his aggressive, dominant face, the one from my dream and the night he pozzed me. I’ve seen his lust when I blow him or he pours out an entire bladder full of piss over my body. I’ve seen his pride as he watches me fuck Pastor Kline, Doctor Wade, or Peter. I’ve seen so many faces. Now, I’m seeing something else. He wasn’t simply glowing in the after-fuck-heat. He looked genuinely happy. “I’m not,” he said. “I’m not just saying that.” ** “Our plan’s in motion,” Peter told us once we fucked one more time, this time giving Peter’s hole a break and fitting only one dick in at a time. Any of the cum which poured out Dominic collected for Peter and fed it to him, though there was still cum leaking out from deep inside his guts. His hole was red and bleeding slightly, but we could tell that he wanted more toxic cum. “I’m planning on seeing Lewis in private in a few days. I’ll talk to him then.” “What are you going to say?” I asked, reminding them both of the different ways this could turn on us, exposing us all. “I thought I’d tell him that I wanted to fuck again,” Peter told us. “I’ll tell him that I found someone else who’s interested in him.” "Won't that scare him?" "He's dying to fuck again," Peter told us. "He wanted to meet at my office again, but I told him to wait. You remember what it was like being young and ready to fuck anything in sight." "I feel that way even now," Dominic said, grabbing his cock which was already starting to get hard again. "I'm telling him it's someone from church." "Not me!" I said, worried about what Peter was going to tell Lewis. “Me,” Dominic indicated. Clearly, both Peter and Dominic had been discussing this plan without me. “Peter will bring Lewis to my apartment. That way, if everything starts to go to hell, Lewis won’t know anything about you,” he told me. “So, what do I do?” “You wait until Lewis agrees,” Peter said. “And only if he agrees,” I told them both, seeing the hunger in their eyes. “I’m not pozzing him if he doesn’t want it.” From the looks on Dominic and Peter’s faces, they weren’t happy with this. “Promise me,” I demanded. “I promise,” Dominic said. “Me too,” Peter told me. “Though, I really hope he says yes because I’m dying to get into his ass again.” “You won’t be fucking him much if you’re not poz,” Dominic reminded him. “More reason for you two to keep fucking my hole up with dirty cum,” Peter said. He reached back a hand and shoved a finger into his ass. He pulled it out and showed us cum tinted pink. “I think you’re on your way,” Dominic said. Peter slipped the finger into his mouth and sucked the cum down, licking his lips. “Tastes better than any pussy I’ve ever had.” “I wouldn’t know,” I said, leaning in and kissing him, tasting the cum on his lips and tongue. “All I’ve ever tasted is cock, cum, ass, and piss.” “That’s all a strong man needs,” Dominic said, smiling. “We just need to make sure that Pastor Kline is back on his feet by then. He’d hate to miss out on the fun.” “Good point,” I said. “That would be an odd number,” I told them. “True,” Dominic said. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find someone to join us. Doctor Wade or someone else.” A sudden noise pulled our attention to my dresser where my phone was charging. I checked the number but found it was unlisted. “Hello?” I asked, watching as Peter dressed and Dominic followed him out. “Will?” the voice on the other end said. “Jay?” I checked the number again. “Jay, is that you?” “Fuck, yeah it is,” Jay said. “What number is this? Whose phone are you using?” “My boyfriend’s,” Jay said. “Your what?” “My boyfriend’s,” Jay said again. “I guess he’s my boyfriend. Fuck buddy. Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” “Are you saying,” I asked, trying to understand what I was being told, “that you’re gay?” “Don’t know,” he said. “Bi? Pan? No fucking clue. All I know is that lately I’ve been getting fucked by dicks as much as I can, and I fucking love it.” Hearing what Jay was telling me was getting me hard again, even having just fucked twice and cum three times. There was something about Jay that could get me hard no matter what. “What’s his name?” “Alan,” Jay said. “Where’d you meet him?” “In a park,” he said. “He fucked me behind some bushes. That’s not why I called, Will.” “Why did you call?” I asked, thinking back to the last time I had seen him, feeling the panic filling my chest. “I’ve got news.” “Yeah, I know,” I told him. “You just said you have a boyfriend.” “Not just that,” he said. “I didn’t want to call until I knew for sure.” “What about?” I asked. “Are you really that fucking dumb?” Jay asked, laughing. “Will, I’m poz.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Hey guys, The gangs back. I'll be trying to post every Sunday, but there may be a Sunday missed here and there. I've had a few of you message me with ideas, and I'm excited to see what I can do with some of them. The group is going to get even larger. Lewis will be coming up soon, if not next. Happy jerking.

It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, I was sitting home a bit horny scrolling through grindr when I came upon a profile less than a mile away that looked interesting. It was a black man, 5-8, 150 lbs, 38 yo. Versatile top, 8" cut and he had bb tagged, He only had torso pics but he was lean , smooth and muscular. I immediately asked if he was looking and quickly got a response asking what I was into. I replied I was 50, 6-0, 180, smooth, white, 7" versatile bottom who loved to make out, kiss, mutual oral, rimming, poppers and I that preferred bareback. We both unlocked our pics and I was greeted by a hot man with a buzzed head, the most wonderful lips. His cock pic was awesome too....fat, long with low hanging balls. He asked if I hosted, I said yes. No discussion of status just an affirmation that we both wanted bareback. I gave him my addy and within 30 minutes was at my door. I led him to the bedroom, and we immediately started kissing. OMG he was such a passionate kisser. Those full lips and that tongue probing my mouth. We were undressing as we kissed and as he dropped his pants his dick popped out. Holy shit. Hard as rock, bulging veins with an abrupt upward curve leading to a mushroom head. Below were a set of low hanging balls that I began to imagining emptying into me. We went to the bed where we continued kissing passionately. I soon started to make my way down, sucking on his nipples than tonguing his balls and crotch and then lifting his legs to find an incredibly hairy hole which contrasted with his smooth chest. I ate him out for at least 10 minutes while he moaned and stroked my head. I was soon sucking that huge dick tasting his precum and enjoying every minute. But my goal was to have him breed me. I ate his ass some more then came up to kiss him. We kissed for a while and then he told me to roll on my back. He grabbed the poppers he spotted by my bed and handed them to me then lifted my legs and began eating me like I've never been eaten before. He spent 10 minutes licking and sucking on my hole. It was so wet and relaxed. He then lined up his cock with my ass which was my cue to hit the poppers. Soon he was entering. It didn't hurt but was so intense. He was kissing me as he slid in further and then he hit the poppers going balls deep and stopped. I was so full and in ecstasy. Now he began fucking. Rhythmically and hard. He would pull out eat my hole some more and slide in. Every time he pulled out I'd beg him to fuck me more, to breed me. Now he was getting verbal, telling me he's going to knock me up, he starts to moan and yells take my poz nut. I was a little shocked because we never discussed status but I wanted a connection with him so bad.....I wanted HIM to poz me. His breathing was getting heavier and his dick went so deep inside and suddenly stopped. There was silence but I could feel his dick pulsating knowing his poz babies were flooding me. He stayed in me for a while and passionately kissed me and then rolled over on his back. I went down on his dick cleaning off his cum and my ass juices. We laid there and I asked "are you really poz?" He said he was, he just found out a few weeks ago. I asked if he was on meds and he said not yet. He then asked if I was poz and I replied no. He appeared shocked and said I thought you were for sure by how uninhibited you were. He asked if I was upset. I told him I wasn't because it was the most awesome sex I had ever had and if he did poz me it was worth it. To be continued

The analogy I like to use is you're in someone's house and you make a mess and the homeowner has to then clean up your mess. It's no big deal if it happens once in a while by mistake. But it is a significant problem if you just don't give a fuck and have an entitled attitude as if your mommy still follows you around cleaning up your messes. The 2nd case is just flat out rude to the volunteer moderators who keep this site running. This is why I clap back HARD when people get offended by infractions. From my point of view the fact that you're complaining rather than apologizing means you're an asshole who I don't want on the site. Which then ties into the original question - prove to me that you understand what this site is about and its culture, THEN I'm interested in what you think is good or bad. Until then just watch and (politely) participate. (And yes, some interactions do affect other people's standing on the site - so I limit who can interact with posts. If I had designed the system I'd let everyone rate things and then weight the ratings based on their status on the site. So a newbie's rating might not affect anything while a senior member's rating could strongly impact things. And I'd probably go as far as making it so a newbie who gives the opposite rating of most senior members gets penalized for their rating. But that's not how the software works. )

As I mentioned in my thread about blocking the state of Louisiana - Utah has been blocked for a while now because they've been aggressively anti-porn. Well, one of the Senators from Utah just introduced legislation that will do two things… Require sites with porn to verify the age of visitors. Redefine "obscenity" to include 99% of porn. You can read about it here: https://www.xbiz.com/news/270761/utah-republican-senator-mike-lee-introduces-bill-to-outlaw-all-porn-nationwide Age verification (#1) has a whole host of problems. The UK has been trying to figure out how to do it for YEARS and they keep failing. In their case their idea is to have ISPs ban sites that don't comply, but that's becoming more and more impossible technically. Once "Encrypted Hello" matures and is widely deployed it will be almost impossible. The issue for a site like this one (and my other porn sites) is expense. I'd either have to pay a service to vet every visitor to the site, or I'd have to do it myself. Both are cost prohibitive and the number of visitors who'd jump through the hoops is miniscule so the drop in traffic means less revenue - which makes it even more cost prohibitive. There's no way this site or my porn sites could continue in anything close to their current form if that happened. But the real problem is that the guy wants to redefine what's "obscene" (#2). Right now only things like scat and blood are clearly obscene. Most porn is just a form of free speech / sexual expression. But his new definition of "obscene" is basically anything that has the primary purpose of giving you a hardon - which means pretty much all porn. If his bill passes it means all porn will need to have some aspect of "artistic merit" or other form of legitimacy. If you ever watched Paul Morris' original "What I Can't See" it's weird because he juxtaposes the blindfolded cumdump with a guy alone in a room jacking off. The compare and contrast between those two extremes made "What I Can't See" somewhat of a documentary - or a kind of editorial on male sexuality. That approach gets around the new definition. The problem is we have decades of content that don't meet the new definition. And distribution of those older videos will become a felony. As you can see this is FAR beyond the silly, amateurish game of whack-a-mole that UK conservatives are trying to play. This is full-on "American Taliban" or the US version of Iran's Morality Police. It's actually criminalizing porn. The problem is that the bill is likely to get a lot of Democratic support. Take a moment and read the article in Deseret News about the bills (Deseret News is a well-respected, Mormon-affiliated newspaper) - it's all about "protecting the children". What Democrat is going to pick pornography over protecting children? I mean Kamala Harris co-sponsored FOSTA/SESTA which was a disaster for sexual freedoms and has made the lives of sex workers far more dangerous. The Democrats are better than the Republicans on sexual freedom, but they're not great. So it's actually likely that this bill will get a fair amount of Democratic support. As a result I won't be surprised if it passes. Then there will be lawsuits. But those will end up at a stridently conservative Supreme Court. This entire thing started because Clarence Thomas asked Congress to redefine obscenity back in 2020. He knew that with a different definition of obscenity he could outlaw porn. So the legal challenges are doomed to failure - all they'll do is delay the inevitable. As stupid and trite as it sounds, outlawing porn will be to men what Dobbs was to women. In some ways it may be worse since porn is part of the daily life of most men - so the effect will be felt constantly. So what happens if it passes? Well, we're all kinda fucked. Presumably the idea of a paysite could still survive. They'd just have PG-13 pics and videos on the tour. BUT will Visa & Mastercard want to process the transactions now that the content has been legally declared "obscene"? Even certain types of piss play can cause sites to lose Visa/Mastercard right now because they might be obscene. If the credit card companies pull out of adult, then you're left with crypto - but it's against the terms of service at places like Coinbase to use their service for porn. Zelle won't be an option since that's organized by banks that don't want to be involved in porn either (even when it's not legally obscene). Assuming some sort of payment service is available a company like MindGeek (which owns most of the major tube sites including PornHub as well as many paysites including Sean Cody) could possibly survive. They would have their own age check service (they already built it when they thought the UK was going to mandate it), and there would be enough content on their free and paid sites to make it worth the hassle for guys to get verified. But I don't see a viable solution for all the little sites (like mine). Move to another country? Maybe - but we're talking felony-level offenses and most countries have extradition agreements with the US. This kind of existential threat is why I've come down really hard on right wing comments on this site the last few years. This was sadly predictable and if you voted Republican over the past ~decade you brought us to this point. When Trump got elected I said at the time that the danger was what he would do the courts. Well, it's happened. All I can say is "fuck you if you voted for Trump!" (or you didn't bother to vote). 🤞

To be honest I struggle with this whole topic. For the moment I'm content to muddle my way through my mixed and complex thoughts and feelings. My first monogamous relationship was with my former wife (who is one of my best friends to this day) Both virgins when we married nonmonogamy didn't even occur to us, products of a predominantly monogamous culture and similar religious backgrounds. This union produced two wonderful children (& now a grandson) for which I am profoundly grateful. When I awakened to being very far to the gay side of the Kinsey Scale the process of figuring out and embracing my gay sex needs was both terrifying and exilerating. The process of leaving that marriage was exceedingly painful and gut wrenching. After many years of single life and a moderate number of male sexual partners, (both a few men I dated briefly and anonymous encounters in bathhouses and the woods) I entered my second monogamous relationship with my current husband. By this point I was more aware of options; but, without much thought to my experience found myself falling into a monogamous commitment. We both asked for that commitment equally. Again we had been shaped by and were not questioning the cultural myth of monogamous relationships being essential to successful relationships. Our sex life was never great for me. His tastes were too vanilla and I believe he was frightened by my HIV positive status. But we struggled through commited to monogamy. Five years in he went through a medical procedure that seemed to rob him of what I experienced as his already low libido. We tried different things to make a sexual life together work, but he was uncomfortable with all medical aids and soon our sex life totally evaporated. He would say I stopped it, I feel he did. We don't talk about this difference of opinion simply none verbally agreeing to disagree. Although we both grieve the death of any sex life we had, (admittedly me less than him) recognize our strong bond is based on far more than a sexual union. With trepidation I asked to open the relationship recognizing it wasn't a matter of 'if' I would stray but 'when'. I knew I couldn't live without sex, indeed that it is an important part of my life and well-being. So important, it had already torn me from the profoundly meaningful and loving relationship with my former wife. Without me knowing he talked about my request with a few of his long time gay friends. They assured him they had solid open relationships , one sharing his wisdom ... "My partner fulfilled his sexual needs for years with many different men and casual sex, how could I ask him to change that?" Eventually I brought up the topic again and he felt and thought he had given me permission, finally sharing his talk with his wise friend with me. I confess we don't have the best communication skills especially when it comes to emotionally sensitive topics and topics with potential conflict. I own my own shortcomings as much as I observe and experience his. For the last couple of years, as far as I can see he has chosen to live without sex per say. I have embraced my bareback promiscuous self like never before, but always extremely discreetly to try to keep from rubbing his face in my new found sexual freedom and excitement. He has met and enjoyed the new found friendship of some of my fuck buddies. I didn't tell him, but he knows I have sex with these men. He has told me once that it doesn't bother him. He thought it would but on reflection knows it doesn't , even when he knows I'm off having sex. He knows I play raw having overheard a phone call while we were driving when the clinic worker not checking to see if I was alone or not on speaker informed me I had an STD. At a later time he shared with great sympathy that he was sorry I'd had that phone call experience. But, I still don't talk with him about the pleasure I get from bb sex. Since we haven't had sex in years I know I'm not putting him at risk. Without negotiating rules we have slipped into a 'don't ask, don't tell ' level of communication. (Or none communication of the topic of our sex lives.) I know because of childhood trauma I struggle with talking freely and openly about my feelings, thoughts and needs. My partner has demonstrated his ability to accept my occasional boughts of depression and my wondering ways. But it remains very difficult for me to fully embrace my non-monogamous nature. I am inspired by the guys on this site that have such open and honest conversations with their partners. I'm jealous of those of you who play together with others. I remember my profound loneliness before being with my current partner which tempers any wishes I have to be single again. Yet another recent bought with crabs and a hookup that went badly has me currently not very interested in presuing sex. Maybe I'm just feeling too old for all the hard work to find it and try not to make my pursuits too obvious to the man I truly don't want to hurt. I know I will eventually suck a cock and have my ass stuffed with raw cock once again. I know I won't be able to avoid the temptation of backing my ass up to yet another glory hole and gratefully recieve another strangers cum painting my guts. I guess this long rambling post just admitts my complex journey with the topic of monogamy and how deeply ingrained the cultural myth is for many of us. I'm much happier and healthier when I admit perfection doesn't exist and find the joy I can as I stumble along open to the vast possibilities. I love sex. I love it with trusted fuck buddies and strangers alike. Any thought of me committing to monogamy is well in my past.

Have been in a few toxic relationships, so, I believe I am at the stage now (as a result of a horrific experience that first manifested several years ago) where I am way past even having an open relationship let alone one that is of a monogamous nature. Either avenue seems to bring grief, and I am no longer willing to put up with any drama whatsoever. With monogamy in mind, I have tried it in the past, and it has not worked for me for an array of reasons. At the beginning of my penultimate relationship I was insistent that we were open. He was insistent that we would be monogamous. It transpired that from the word go he was fucking around. When I informed him of my knowledge he STILL maintained that we should remain monogamous. Er, how does that even make sense? It does NOT! Rules for thee but not for me springs to mind. On a personal level I feel like I have wasted so much precious time being in monogamous relationships in my earlier days. I am not sure men are wired to be monogamous tbh; Let's face it, we are programmed to breed (or be bred), right. Having said that I suppose it can work for some.

Many years ago I was married to a woman. I was trying to be bi. lol One of my frequent tops decided I shouldn’t be married any more—— he fucked me hard and brutally and tore my ass up with his dick and monster dildos until I was bleeding. During all this he sucked my nipples so hard they were purple a surrounded with a noticeable white ring. Then for the first time he sucked me off and then bit my dick so it was bruised. I went home a wreck and my wife came home from her night shift as I was showering and saw the damage and I confessed I was bi. She threatened to leave me , but I somehow managed to stop her. Then 3monthe later I tested POZ and she saw the insurance bills for the meds and that was the end of my marriage. Was he my POZ daddie? I love to take a rough fuck and give a rough fuck.

There are some hot men over sixty. I prefer older men, so any age 40+ is great! 60 is even better.

Chapter 31: My Old Roomie Sadly my old roomie couldn't join us the first day, but made it for the party. My old roomie still had no idea that i was poz, or even had an interest in becoming poz. He was somewhat shocked when Santa told everyone the nature of the party, yet he stayed. Santa summoned my old roomie to his chair, and instructed him to turn around and show him what he had to offer Santa. Santa then lubed up his fingers and shoved 2 up his eagerly awaiting ass. He finger fucked him for a bit, knowing that his hole was quite tight. Santa then asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said for Santa to cum up his chimney. Santa told him that he heard he's been a very naughty boy this year, but he would still breed him, but that as he now knows its a very special load. He told him that if he was still interested in it to jump on Santa's lap and ride his cock. He eagerly got on Santa's lap, and sat on Santa's cock, easing it slowly in. Once he was about half in, Santa grabbed him by the shoulders forcing him all the way down on his cock. Once all the way in, he just sat there for a moment getting use to dads length and girth. As Santa was breeding him, he told my old roomie that he had already pumped my ass with his toxic load, and that he knew we were close friends and happy that he decided ti take his charged load also.

Here is a new one I've never seen. Doctor is treating a patient who has low libido. Stay with it as you watch it and listen to the doctor's explanation of a new treatment of increasing the patient's testosterone by injection. This is hot... the doctor bareback fucks the patient, and does cum inside. And as he is fucking him, doc tells him that many of his patients come to him a couple times a week to get injected. At the very end after seeding the patient, doc suggests that he can get this injection from any of his friends too. Turn that boy in to a regular cum dump! [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62f3c055c8c8f

i am going to have to follow this. the story is getting hotter.

Here's the thing, though: most representatives in government assume that they'll never get caught up in the laws they pass. They're generally happy to pass restrictions on behavior (by wide margins) and then proceed to break those restrictions themselves because they don't think they'll ever get caught.

I’m going as a star mare for New Years! I arrive a bit early so the owner can breed me, then there’s a special porn star that I will get fucked by and a little rest then the games begin! I’ve been before and it’s a dream. But I’ve never been a star mare. Everyone wants to breed the star(s). Hopefully we can film it. I can’t wait for the owner to fuck me.

I graduated college last week, and the night of graduation I went to a bathhouse as a cumdump. I got fucked by about 10 different guys and got like 6-7 loads deep in my ass.

————————————— The Boy had pledged his life to The Daddy, and The Daddy was pleased. He said nothing for a time, but simply embraced the boy more fully, slowly leaning back into the large couch in the middle of the room. Once relaxed, The Daddy held the boy against his chest. "Then my first order is to simply relax and inhale. Relax your mind, breathe out your stress and fears, and breathe in my scent. Let it become the first step toward your transformation. Let the scent of my body into your soul" The Daddy spoke as the boy obeyed. He wanted desperately to throw himself at the coal black body before him, to engage in the raw primal sex he deeply longed for. Yet, he withheld, reminding himself of the many things they had discussed, what was to be expected. The boy relaxed and breathed and obeyed. Minutes began to tick by, The Daddy caressing the head of the boy as he watched him breath in his scent. Each breath came slower than the one before as the tang of sweat and musk on his body had the desired effect. After several minutes The Daddy could see how the face of the boy had become relaxed, with a glazed and slightly intoxicated look. He smiled and knew it was time. "You are a good boy, and Daddy is pleased, now it is time to please me more. To take the next step. show me that I am more than a would be lover. Worship me, worship the body you desire and embrace our approaching communion." He said as a look of hunger filled his eyes. The boy needed no further prompting as he leaned forward and kissed the Daddies chest and large thumb sized nipples. He lavished his daddy's body with reverent kisses, licking the sweat from his impossibly black and vein covered form. The boy's soft fingers cupped and felt every inch of the Daddies chest with his hands as his face was buried between his daddy's pecs. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the scent of his daddy's intoxicating musk, and he inhaled the scent loving it more with each moment. Eventually, the boy moved over to The Daddy's arms, thin in appearance, they still felt taught and firm with muscle and fitness. The boy began kissing the veiny biceps and licking every surface of the skin as the scent drove him to greater passions. Already his young cock lay erect and leaking precum. The clear fluid dripping down his own balls and legs, ignored for now as he continued his worship of the thin yet stir firm muscles of his ebony Daddy. Deciding to move things along, The Daddy smiles upon his boy and, lifting up his arm, guides the boy's face into his sweaty pits. Here the level of ripe oder reaches a new level, and the boy is soon lost in a new fog of desire. The smell in The Daddy's pits is thick, concentrated in short, yet wiry matted hair. It has an almost oily substance to it as the boy soon finds himself suckeling upon it, hungry for more that The Daddy is eager to give. The Daddy says nothing, but slowly lowers his arm, trapping the boy within. Not fully cutting off his air, yet limiting it enough to know that the boy will soon grow even more intoxicated and subservient. Indeed, it is soon that the boy feels his mind become hazy and fogged. He thinks only of his eventual submission to his Daddy, to worshiping him, to the eventual union that he knows will endanger his young life, yet his desire for the act grows more and more. The minutes tick by as darkness creeps into the edges of the boy's vision, for a moment he fears he may black out before The Daddy at last lets him free. Gasping for air, the boy opens his sweat soaked eyes and looks upon The Daddy, his face proud and full of lust. He leans forward, kissing the boy, tasking his sweat as well as his dominance over his soon to be son. "God Boy, you smell of my sweat, and you are marked with my scent. Your next task is to worship that which you are here for. The tool of your transformation and rebirth." The Daddy says as he gently guides the Boy downwards towards his great ebony phallus. Until now, the Cock was hidden from view by a thin spedo, encrusted with sweat, piss and seed from countless fuckings. Now, The Daddy snaps it off, showing it at last to the boy in all its glory. To the boy who has seen it only in pictures, it is better than he could have imagined. Hanging like a resting yet lethal serpent, the coal black cock throbs with veins that spread outwards into the coarse pubic hair covered crotch of The Daddy. As though his virus infused member was leeching the life from the rest of The Daddies aging body, which in a way it was. The shaft was perhaps only half hard, throbbing yet not fully erect. The head was still fully covered by a long drooping foreskin that slowly leaked the milky toxic discharge of the Daddies precum.

I'm 64 and have been a dedicated barebacker for around 10 years. I was more verse until 6 years ago when radiation treatment for prostate cancer left me with "performance issues." Since I started as a devoted bottom boy, it was a return to my roots! I've been HIV+ for close to 30 years, and only began barebacking when I had a hookup with a younger man (I would have been in my 50s at the time) who was about to penetrate and asked "Do you want the load?" I'd disclosed my HIV status and was a little surprised (this was pre-PreP) but answered "This is an option? Sure, go for it." It felt so much better without the rubber (turns out I had developed an allergic reaction to latex) that I never looked back and have pretty much looked for and found bareback partners for sex play since then. Before the prostate cancer, I was actually topping more often, since going through the clean-out to bottom is sort of a drag. I had a few different guys I'd fuck regularly. I love different body types: one was a blonde twink runner (HIV+, 5'7", 115 lbs, lean, shaved body with a really sweet, tight hole); another a 30/40-ish muscle guy (on PreP, 5'10", 160 lbs, shaved with a soft, smooth hole, felt AMAZING to penetrate); another was a French guy living in NY (HIV+, 5'7", 130 lbs) lightly hairy, average body with a hot butt), and another muscled guy (on PreP, 5'10", 165 lbs, hairy, HOT butt). In addition there were a couple of one-offs, a hairy, stocky muscled Latin guy (HIV+, 5'9", 170(?) lbs) and an Asian guy with a smooth, athletic body and butt (on PreP, 5'7", 140 lbs). They all took my poz loads up their butts completely willingly. FUCK! It felt so good to shoot bare inside a guy's hole after years of condom-only sex. Cumming is always good, but I'd say my best orgasms were with the the blonde twink runner and the shaved muscle guy and the one-off Asian guy. They were into my favorite foreplay, licking my ass - never fails to get me going. The others were good (dick sucking, kissing, etc.) but not as intense. I would say, though, that the French guy was a lot of fun (I slipped off the condom and stealthed him BB first time, didn't cum inside him). He really loved getting fucked, sucked dick and licked balls, loved having his ass opened up with my mouth and then taking my cock. We'd fuck missionary position, and he'd stroke my balls while I fucked him (once with both hands) so that I'd explode inside him. Then I'd stay inside him and he'd beat off with my dick in his hole until he shot. The runner boy would let me sit on his face and just go to town licking out my ass - I'd eat him, too. Or I'd stand and push my ass in his face (rimming obsession here, giving and receiving). His hole was tight, felt so good. The first time I came inside him was doggy-style; I thought we'd try a few different positions, but that sweet little runner's butt squeezed it out of me right away. The other times I remember best were once with him laying flat on his front, I held him in place with my hands under him right where his thighs met his pelvis (major explosion while his cum hole gripped my dick); and once he rode me reverse "cowgirl" and let his right hand trail up and down my balls to another surprise orgasm (so hot seeing his butt riding my cock and his fingers stroking my nut sack in time with his pole-riding). The shaved muscle guy was totally sub/power bottom. He had the best DS: (dick sucking lips), made it feel like a cum hole: soft mouth without a hint of teeth. I'd fuck his face with him on his knees or back, then put my crack over his mouth and order him to eat my ass. I also had him sit on my face and delved into those muscled cheeks with my tongue, delicious butt. He really liked missionary/scissors position (right leg over my left shoulder, left leg straight) because he always wanted to play with my balls (a favorite thing for both of us). He'd stroke them while he sucked my dick and once I'd penetrated that AMAZING hole, would gently finger my balls while I pumped in and out of him. I'd always cum so hard inside his neg muscle butt... The one time with the Asian boy was incredible. He was a power verse bottom and we got into a great 69 rimming each other's butts. He went into doggy style, and as soon as I'd penetrated his super-tight hole (surrounded by the prettiest ass cheeks) he was tickling my balls....5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BLAST OFF! Damn, I flooded his neg hole with my cum, such a turn-on! Hope you enjoyed...here are some pics of the butts mentioned.

My apologies for having done so. It can certainly be both. Indeed, I am frequently given to making nihilistic remarks myself. A hazard of the dumpster fire that American "civilization" has become of late. Precisely the point I was attempting to make. Your statements were made based on information unavailable to me, therefore I cannot understand their point or applicability to the topic we were discussing. If you had shared some of that information, I likely wouldn't have reacted the way I did. My apologies for having caused you stress. I did not intend any hostility to you. As you correctly pointed out, tone does not come across well in online discussions. I wish you well, too. And I hope you don't feel a need to make your break overly long. Anyone as articulate and mannerly as you are is an asset to this site.

I’ve always been 100% Monogamous ( until a slutty bottom puts out)

ffWhole. Interesting question. First advantage my panties will fit better LOL. but really I have never liked my genitals. I thought they were ugly hanging there, so my self imagine has improved a great deal. Plus now I can control my sexual urges. I can take hormones to increase them or not and avoid sexual desire. Personally I have always been a bottom so my sex organs were not a necessary part of me . I am just more physically comfortable without them.

Part 1: Will meets Dominic I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call. “We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.” “Really? That’s great. Thank you.” Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.” “What’s that?” “We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.” “Why?” “Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.” “I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.” “I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.” “I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.” Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least. A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice. Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand. “Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.” “That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.” “Does he?” I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said. “Dominic Moore,” he said. “Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.” “Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye. I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case. I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine. “How does that feel?” “Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way. His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward. “Ready, baby?” “Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.” “Here it comes.” My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m. I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening? I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. “Here it comes.” Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into— I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips. Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on? After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized. “Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile. “Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.” “Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” “You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.” “Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?” “Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?” “I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.” “About what?” “Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.” “A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.” “I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.” “Did you?” “Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.” “Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…” I nodded. “Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.” “Did you get a name?” “Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said. “Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?” Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.” “Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?” “Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.” “I’ll send you his email.” Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression. My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come.

...after laying out a while, and enjoying the sun nude, it is time for another cold drink. Steve offered to get us one, I said 'sure' and 'thank you'. Steve got up and grabbed our glasses, I noticed Steve was still semi hard...which he had been all morning by the pool. Thank goodness for my sunglasses as I get a great eye full view of that gorgeous swinging cock. "Be right back" Steve says as he saunters off. As I lay there, I can't help but think of Steve's cock. Just amazing to me, the girth and weight of it. Immediately my cock grows, and it takes all of my strength to not touch or stroke me. I know this is just a 'friendly' time by the pool, no sex is intended for sure. We are good friends, and both really enjoy our strength in having very open conversations...about everything! When we originally met on bareback RT, our friendship grew in place of a sexual encounter. I couldn't help but ask questions of you regarding your sexual escapades and desires...along with getting to know you as a person. Knowing you were poz just kept the conversation going for sure. Yes, we both knew our deep desires, but overall, we knew we connected on several levels...and it was very refreshing. Finally, after months of getting to know Steve, summer arrived and he invited me over for some sun and swimming. How could I refuse, some of my favorite past times! And here we are. We both knew that sex was not likely to happen between us, Steve was poz and I was neg. Of course, we flirt, how could we not?? We both love the same sexual types of things. As Steve strolled back out with our newly filled glasses, he seemed almost a little harder than when he left. I didn't mind a bit, and thanked Steve for the drink. "Looks like something got your attention while you were away" nodding at Steve's semi hard cock. He sits down and chuckles, telling me while he went to pee he remembered leaving a porn paused in his bedroom, Treasure Island media of course. As he went to turn off the TV he just had to stare at the scene a bit. "What was the scene?", I ask. Steve described the scene in 'what I can't see 2', of the older man fucking his blind folded boy from behind. I know it all too well, and we laugh. Steve then settles in his lounger I see him adjust his big cock and notice that he is now leaking. uh oh...not good! Steve's nipples are hard too...of course they are..it is a great video! Steve apologizes for leaking, but no apology needed, I know Steve's desires. All good! I can tell Steve is still thinking about the video because he is now rock hard...and leaking a lot more. I am getting excited as well so decide to turn over and get some sun on my back and ass. Steve tells me the worst thing would be to burn my ass cheeks. He asks if I want some sunscreen for my back and butt. "Sure, please." A benefit of having someone sunning with you. I hear him get up and open the lotion, squirting some in his hand. Steve starts to apply it to my shoulders and back. Feels great. He pops the top again, this time applying it directly to my lower back and across the top of my butt. His hands move around my lower back and then onto my ass cheeks. Kneading my ass as he applies the lotion. Of course, I am a flirt and push my ass up a little bit, not even sure if he notices, but soon his fingers brush my hole and I take in a breath. whoa...that felt great. As Steve continues rubbing my ass, and touching my balls from time to time, I suddenly feel Steve's heavy dick land in my open, upturned, palm. The weight of his cock is amazing, and of course now I feel his precum on my hand. Damn, my head is swimming. Soon enough he is done applying lotion but allow your cock to rest in my hand...."fuck that feels good Tim", but we both know it is time for him to lay down again! I release my grip on his cock and Steve slowly stands up, but his precum remains all over me. No problem there. Steven then lays back down and I turn my head towards him, easing up on my side. I see his cock is still swollen and amazing. I know he doesn't mind me staring at his cock ever, so I take full advantage. I reach out and get my drink. Still cold and so refreshing. Of course, my cock is hard now too...thanks to him and his touch. We start to talk some more, now just about anything else besides sex and porn. That helps...as both of our cocks start to settle down. We are laughing a lot about things, men, sex, websites, everything. Steve asks me if I had seen certain guys on BBRT...and then he describes why I might have seen them. Older, hung, poz top men....and then he describes some of them to me. I say, "I will definitely have to check them out", and wink at him. Soon enough it is time for another drink, and I ask Steve if he is ready for another. Drinking the last bit of his drink, he says 'sure' and hands me his glass. "I will be back in a few minutes" I say while grabbing his glass, then adding "unless you left your TV on" and we both laugh. "You can always turn it back on Tim, bedroom is down the hallway on the left", he smiles. I stroll into the kitchen, my mind flashing between the porn and the weight of his cock in my hand. Damn, is another drink really what I need? I smile. I open the freezer to get more ice and vodka, but then close it, thinking to myself, I must see that porn scene again, it has been a long time since I watched it. I stroll down to Steve's bedroom and enter. Of course, the TV is off. ha. damn! I notice his bed is roughly made. Steve’s desk and computer are in the corner, and it seems as though on his nightstand is a cock ring and bottle of lube. huh? A good night, I guess! I smile to myself. I find the remote to the TV and turn it on. Immediately the large screen is filled with the scene from the DVD. The older man's cock is clearly in his young boy, paused right there. I just stare at it...immediately getting hard! I turn the volume down a bit, and press play...just a minute I tell myself. The video starts again and the man is pushing his dick in and out of the b, wow! Fuck I love that video! I realize time is going by as the scene is getting closer to the cum scene, how long have I been standing here!?? Then I hear Steve at the door to the room, "it is good isn't it?". I turn and he is watching me watch the video, his gorgeous cock is rock hard and leaking again. "Sorry Steve, just needed a quick peek" "Not a problem at all Tim, I love that you enjoy it as much as I do", he smiles at me. I turn back to the video just before the older man slides in deep and cums hard in the boy. Damn that is hot. I could tell Steve moved in closer to me and the TV, but I thought it was to get a better view. As the next scene starts, I feel him behind me, his wet dick trails across my ass cheek. I reach back and take his hard dick in my hand, rubbing it all over my ass cheek. "Steve, we shouldn't" "I know Tim, I know. Let's just enjoy the video". So, we stand there watching. He behind me as I milk his cock all over my ass, moments later I feel his fingers tracing through his precum, down my ass crack and brush my now twitching hole. Soon Steve stepped in closer...rubbing is now wet cock up and down my ass crack..."should we get back to the pool and our drinks Tim?" "Fuck Steve", I said with a sigh. "I guess you are right", and I felt him pull away leaving a huge wet spot on my ass above my crack. Steve just sighed....and stroked his cock one more time. Then he reached for the remote and paused the movie where it was at, "I think I will be needing that later" Steve said while laughing. We both left his bedroom breathing hard and cocks bouncing as we walked. "Don't forget those drinks" Steve said while passing though the patio door. Off to the kitchen I went to get those drinks on ice and get back to the sun. Steve was right where he should be, in his lounge chair enjoying the sun. The only evidence of what had happened was a small pool of precum on his thigh where his now soft cock lay. "Thank you, Steve." "For what?" he said while looking up at me. "For not giving in to our desires", I said laughing. "Trust me Tim, if you were poz you would be carrying my load right now" Steve said while moaning softly. Of course, that is all it took to start my cock growing to full hardness again. "And I would be very happy for that sir" I said with a grin! Now it was time for his cock to now start growing. Steve reached down with one hand and gave his cock a good long pull, more precum oozed from his piss slit. The alcohol was definitely beginning to have an effect on my bravery and I asked Steve if I could taste his precum. Of course he said 'sure' as I thought he might. I got up off of my lounge chair and bent over his cock, took it in one hand and milked out another big drop, while looking Steve in the eye lapped that drop up with my tongue. Steve's precum was salty and very good! Without asking, I lowered my mouth to his cock and stroked for several more drops of his natural lube. "Fuck Tim, you are going to get my load if you keep doing that". I took my mouth off of Steve's cock, looked him in the eye and said "not yet baby" and set his cock back down on his leg with one final squeeze. I then straddled Steve on his chair, reached behind me and picked up his cock, laid it flat against my ass. I tweaked one of his nipples and bent down to kiss him deeply! Steve moved both of his hands to my ass cheeks and kneaded my ass like a pro. I felt his hand leave my ass, then his cock moved...then his hand was on my ass again, but guiding his finger to my tight ring, and what seemed to be lubed with his precum. slowly he spread me apart and inserted his finger slowly but steadily. I just moaned into Steve's mouth. I reached around behind me and took hold of Steve's wet cock. Steve pulled his finger from my ass and I placed his slippery cock head against my pulsing ring. "Tim, please don't. We can't fuck without a condom". "Steve, I want you in me, please fuck me" I felt Steve push his cock head past my ring and we both moaned out loud. "You are so fucking hot Tim, once I am in your ass, there is no way I can pull out". I pushed back on Steve's cock and felt the first few inches of him spread me open. "I know baby, please fuck me". I guess that is all the asking I had to do, Steve slowly sank his entire cock into me until I felt his sexy pubes brush my ass. I could feel his cock twitching has he rested there. "Don't move Tim, don't fucking move!" I lay on him, chest to chest as both of his hands were on my ass, cock buried deep in me, oozing precum inside of me I am sure. Within a minute, I felt him pull my ass up almost off his cock and pushed me down again, starting to fuck me in full lengths. My ass felt his oozing, making me wetter, but I was already starting to feel the rawness of his dick fucking me. I sat up....with him buried in me and eased off of him, immediately feeling the void where his cock was. I stood over Steve, "please fuck me from behind on your bed". Then started to walk towards the house. not looking back, but hearing him get off the chair. Entering Steve's room, I found the remote and pushed play to let the porn start up again. With deep moaning from the TV, I moved to his nightstand and grabbed the lube. I tossed it on the end of the bed, and climbed up on the mattress, on all fours...with my now red ass ring facing the door, waiting. Just behind me, Steve entered the room. I looked over my should and saw him there, stroking his cock. I knew what was coming! Steve walked to the bed....and immediately placed his cock in my ass crack, bent down and grabbed the lube. Then I felt the coolness dripping on his cock and my ass. Steve was rubbing his now wet cock between my crack, every once in a while, getting it stuck on my ring. "Tim, I am going to fuck you now...I have to. I will not pull out and you are going to take my poz seed. Are you ok with that?" "YES! sir" I almost yelled. "Good boy". Then he pushed the head of his cock back in my hole and proceeded to fuck me raw like he owned me. My cock was swinging semi hard, leaking precum/cum for the entire time...all I had to do was stroke it and I knew I would cum very hard! The man behind me was all I had thought of, imagining this scenario so many times in my head. Steve's pace was quickening, and I knew I would soon be rewarded with my first poz load, exactly how I wanted it too. Steve was talking very sexy now...very hot and honest while his hips pounded into my ass. "I am going to fucking breed you deep boy, give you my poz cum. Do you want my poz cum?" "Yes sir, please cum in me" "Good boy, here it comes". After a few more deep pushes, Steve buried deep in my ass and started cumming!!!!!! Holding my hips so very hard, making sure his cock was as deep as it could go. That is all it took for my cock to stiffen and shoot my entire load all over the sheets beneath me. Steve was panting hard, "I love fucking you Tim". I turned back to face him, his cock still in me, "I need to taste your cock Steve". He pulled out and I swung around to taste his still throbbing wet cock. Man, his cum and my ass...the most amazing thing. An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came!

Starting January 1 a law (Act 440) is going into effect in Louisiana which could compromise this site. It requires age verification on all adult content. While people in the adult industry feel it's impossible for most sites to comply with the letter of the law, it is at least possible to take steps to try to block all users from Louisiana and thus show that there is no intent to violate the law. To block the state of Louisiana I'll be relying on a database that tells me the location of your IP address. The database is imperfect (which is why complying with the letter of the law is impossible). And because it's imperfect if you're near Louisiana and your Internet provider assigns you an IP that's mapped to Louisiana, then you will be blocked as well. The use of VPNs also makes it impossible to comply with the letter of the law since VPNs obscure where you're coming from. That said, be very careful about VPNs. The general rule on the Internet is that if something is free - then you're the product. This is absolutely true with VPNs. Free VPNs track what you do and then sell the data. You want to pay for your VPN (they're not terribly expensive) and you want one with a strict no logs policy (diagnostic logs are probably OK, but there should be zero traffic logs collected). Oh, and I should mention there's already a block on the state of Utah. They've had a similar law on the books since 2017. I'll be making sure that block is still set up properly when I set up the block for Louisiana. I'll put the block in place after Christmas. Just wanted to give everyone a heads up.

Yesterday I decided to go back to club Orlando got there about 4 rented the room and waited in 15 min this 25 year old stud comes in He tells me he is married but likes to ass fuck He also says he does not like rubbers he asks would I be fucked bareback by a married guy Sure He lubed his dick and wanted me on my stomach He went right in and bucked me hard for 10 min till he came. He stayed in and got hard again He dropped a second load in me He pulled out and said thanks Never saw him again

Nice chapter!

I have used both the oil and CBD supositories. I think the supositories worked best. A friend on here suggested them, said he uses a couple. Last time I played with my one friend I got 4 ready and had him shove them up me. I did take larger stuff than ever before. To get them in I had to freeze them first.

To clarify: I don't think there's anything wrong with messaging people who send a wink/oink/nod/woof/growl. The problem comes when one expects a response to the message and when one gets outraged when no reply is received.

One thing ... please bear in mind "clean" is considered offensive by many. It infers someone with an infection (especially HIV) is dirty. A better term is "clear" (as in clear of infection), but "neg/negative" is a more accurate term.

So been a while since I posted, had fun but nothing to write home about. But this happened to start my weekend off and really reminded me who I truely am. So this started Friday lunchtime I was working the till as the lunch rush cleared away and as it was quiet I pulled my phone out and started messaging round my mates and Grindr. Initially it looked like slim pickings and was getting myself ready to go home get warm and jerk myself with my dildo using me rough when this profile popped up, it was a basic profile with just couple of tops looking for bottom lad for fun, no age, no description and one pic of a hairy big chest. At first it was kinda bland chat, a pair of mates looking for a bottom to spit roast, promising they had poppers/condoms/lube and will look after me etc. I said I was working till late and they went silent so thought ‘Yeap couldn’t wait or got too real’ so kept messaging between customers. I was closing up when I got a couple of pings, pulling my phone out it was grindr so I opened it up and it was coupleoftops and read their messages, it was a hotel location, room number and time in two hours, I sent back what were they after and got back a fun and anything you are into. I was excited and went home quickly showering and cleaning out deep and two hours later I was outside the hotel as I sneaked in and took the lift to their floor and walked to the door, as I arrived I noticed the door was ajar so I let myself in to find an empty room and a note, ok if your up for it strip put the blindfold on and get ass up for us we will be there at 21:30 if your not here then you wimped out if you are here expect to be used. I was so turned on I striped and put the blindfold on and went on all fours ass up ready for anything. I heard the door go and the sounds of two guy enter and hum a little, “wow got an eager one at last” one said and I felt hands on me as they guided me round and I felt a cock at my lips so I opened up and let it in sucking on this cut cock feeling rough hands pull on my cock balls and nips. I was then flipped my legs pushed up and metal attached to my ankles holding me to the bed frame as others were added to my wrists, I then felt a ball gag forced between my lips and tightened behind my head and my cock was leaking to say the least, then my blindfold was taken off to show two older men probably in their late 40ies naked edging their cocks as they played rock paper scissors to work out who was fucking me first in the end it was cut guy who spat on his cock and fingered my hole a bit that’s when he said “yeah no lube and no condoms bet a little fag slut like you will love taking our dirty daddy cocks all night” I was a little scared and excited as he in one motion slammed his cock deep into my ass. I felt my hole stretch and fuck did it feel good, he wasn’t showing any mercy he pounded me into the bed hard and fast not letting up until he unloaded in me, his friend straight behind him taking my ass with his big uncut cock stretching me more as he fucked me hard. after he came he unhooked my ball gag and pushed his cock in its place “ go on you slut clean my cock get me hard again I need another go on your cunt”. It’s been a while since I last was with a Dom let alone two, and for hours they took turns on me till it was midnight and they needed a rest but they were not done no they went online and before long invited another to take over my use this guy was my age and heavy, not taking any time to pull his cock out and ram it into me “yeah take my fat cock bet you hate my fat body over you using you” he fucked me all while I was chained up and gagged and silently loving it. by the time I left that hotel it was 8am I had work in 30 minutes and I had from all three taken at least 10 loads that were still in my ass as I started my shift.

You could have just called me old 😉

I’ve had this as well. Get an oink! You respond with a simple question to start the hookup and nothing. I completely stopped responding to oinks! with messages. Just oink back and see what happens. If they’re interested they usually send a message back. But in general it’s so incredibly hard to keep a conversation going to get to a point to hookup on certain platforms nowadays. It’s like conversion skills have gone down hill.

I had met a cute 18 year old twink at an all ages club and after exchanging a few calls, we finally agreed to meet up at my apartment. I was expecting more of a date, but he had other ideas, which was fine by me, because I really wanted to fuck this little twink. I was mostly topping at the time, and although I had fucked bareback before, I was using condoms pretty regularly. We went out to get food and afterwards came back to my place. He looked around a little bit and started putting the moves on me. He leaned in for a kiss and it turned out he was a great kisser. After we made out for a few minutes on the couch he put my legs on his shoulders and started grinding his crotch against my ass. We both still had clothes on at this point. He said “I’m gonna fuck you.” “I usually top,” I said. “Too bad,” he replied. I told him I didn’t have any condoms and he looked disappointed. “We should still get naked though,” he said to me. “Well of course,” I replied. We went into my bedroom and got undressed as fast as we could. We 69ed briefly and then he turned back around and started kissing me again, getting in between my legs again. I could feel his cock grinding against me, every once in a while it bumped up against my hole. He stopped grinding with it pressing against my hole and I wasn’t letting it in. “Damn I want to fuck you,” he said. I told him sorry, then he asked if he could dry hump me. I agreed and rolled over on my stomach. I felt him lay on top of me, nestling his 6 inch cock in my ass cheeks. He slowly started doing long strokes across my asshole and in my ass crack. Every once in a while his cock would go down and rub against my ball sack, and every so often the head would push against my hole, but I would move slightly so it kept sliding up my crack. “You have any lube?” he asked. I got it out of the bedside table and he lubed up his cock and started humping me again. He started kissing my ear which I love, and it caused me to arch my ass up just slightly just as his cock was pushing against my hole. I felt the bare head go in. “Oops sorry,” he said as he pulled out and started sliding his cock along my crack again. This happened a couple more times over the next few minutes, him apologizing each time it “accidentally” slipped in. Meanwhile my cock was getting so fucking hard as this twink kept teasing my hole, I decided to do something about it. The next time I felt it hit my hole and started to push through, I thrust my hips up at him, causing his bare cock to sink all the way in my ass. I heard him moan with pleasure. “Want me to pull out,” he asked? I told him to just go for it. Without another word he pulled back and started thrusting his unsheathed cock balls deep in my ass. His cock had good width and felt amazing in my ass. “Told you I’d fuck you,” he said. He started thrusting his bare cock in and out of my ass. I knew I should ask him to stop until we could get a condom, but I was just so turned on by this beautiful twink and his assertive attitude. After fucking me like that for a solid 10 minute he flipped me over on my back and slid his naked cock in me again. In between kisses he told me he was going to cum soon. I started jerking faster and a minute later he asked me where I wanted him to shoot. “Just cum in me,” I told him. “Good, cause I just did,” he said. I was so fucking turned on my that I shot my load immediately all up my chest and across my face. “I knew you’d be a bareback bitch,” he said. Of course I was. His cock stayed in me until he went soft, and we cuddled for the rest of the night.

And it get worse… A Senator from Utah is introducing legislation that would criminalize 99% of porn as well as this site. And there's a decent chance it could pass. Guys - this is why I keep saying WHO YOU VOTE FOR MATTERS!

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As an observer of the process, I would at least note the following: 1. "Reacting" to a post does not simply affect you (as the person reacting). It also affects the person who posted the information to which you are reacting. So, for instance, if you make a post, and I react with an "upvote" or a "like" to your post, that (internally to BZ) affects your status in certain respects, boosting your reputational score. 2. If the ability to react were unlimited, once a member gains that ability, he could go on to dramatically change the reputational score of anyone else, for better or worse. 3. And that, in turn, could open the floodgates for spammer-type activity across the site. Imagine these scenarios: 1. A determined malcontent reaches the ability to react to members. If his ability to react is unlimited, he could target a member (or members) with whom he has a beef, and use that person's profile to pull up every post he's ever made - and then downvote each post. If he creates two or three separate accounts with different handles, and repeats this process, the targeted user could go from a solid (and well-earned) reputational score to a much lower one in a heartbeat. That could, in turn, limit his own ability to interact on the system, and unless he knows to look, he may not even notice; if he does notice, he may have no idea why he suddenly can't do as much as he once did. 2. A determined disrupter creates an account (or two or three or more) and nurses each to the point that they can "react" in unlimited fashion. In turn, each one "likes" or "upvotes" every post by the other accounts involved, and very quickly the disrupter's accounts rise in ability to the point where the limits, if any, are meaningless. And then, when he's ready to cause whatever disruption he's got planned, he has multiple accounts with extensive posting privileges at his disposal. The essence of the current system is: prove yourself, before you're given much power. That's not an unreasonable approach given the sensitive nature of this site.

I woke up with a cold shock and my body instinctively jumped away with me yelping at that. I rolled to the side and saw Ethan with a big smile on his face and he was holding what looked to me as a glass butt plug. I saw some water leaking down his hand and realized it wasn't glass but a butt plug made of ice. I laughed after realizing that and asked him what he was doing. Well I know I was rough on you and we both enjoyed it but I wanted to make sure you were going to be ok before we head to pride and have you as the guest in my tent so I went to my freezer and got this out to start helping your ass relax more before it really gets used. I saw his sound reasoning but couldn't help but laugh with him as I rolled back over and let him continue pushing the ice plug in. It was cold as hell but it did feel good as my hole felt more relaxed. I lifted my ass up and he put a towel under me so I wouldn't soak the bed and we sat there and talked. With pride almost here he was explaining all that he was doing for it and what I was going to be doing as well when we got there. We also were talking more about us and what Ethan said next shocked me. "Tom we have been apart for so long of our lives and it has hurt me every moment we were apart and I don't want to feel like that ever again and I know this happened so quickly but I want to know if you would move in with me?" I teared up hearing those words from him and jumped into his arms not caring I was getting water on his bed and kissed him so hard and deeply saying of course I would love too nothing would make me happier. Ethan was in tears at my answer as well and hugged me deeply and I felt whole now that I was with my lost love with nothing to stop us from being together anymore. We laid back down so I could let the ice plugg finish what it was doing and we talked about what we were going to be doing to share our lives together. Ethan made a few calls after we were done talking about having a crew go to my house and pack up all of my things and move them to Ethan's house and while he was talking I got up and headed to his shower now that the ice was fully melted and got cleaned up. In the shower I couldn't help but reach around and play with my hole, the ice did its thing and it felt great. I didn't feel any soreness at all and I could feel that my hole was wider now which made me hard and I couldn't help but start to stroke my morning wood. I was so distracted by what I was doing that I didn't hear Ethan get into the shower with me. Ethan wrapped his arms around me and bumped his hard on into my crack and whispered in my ear "what are you doing babe?" I whimpered at his contact and told him I needed to feel how open I am now after all our sessions. Ethan tilted my head back and kissed me deeply. I could help make it wider for you but I need you primed up for pride, we don't want you too loose for everyone there if that's what you still want to do. I turned around and said I was still looking forward to taking as many strains that show up but more happy that he was the first of the many. He growled at my answer and I swear his cock grew more after hearing that answer and he grabbed me in for another deep kiss. He spun me around again, nuzzled and licked up my neck and whispered in my ear that this was the best night of my life and here is another load to add. He slipped the tip of his dick into my hole and I could feel the large dose of cum shooting into my hole. It felt so hot as well and that's when I realized he was also giving me a dose of poz piss as well causing me to moan and go weak at the knees. Ethan caught me without missing a beat and turned me upside down in his shower so I wouldn't waste a drop and carried me into his bed where a waiting towel and buttplug were waiting. While I was still upside down Ethan inserted the butt plug with such ease and then he turned it and put a strap around me so it wouldn't fall out. He dried me off and we spooned in his bed. As we softly drifted off to sleep Ethan whispered in my ear that tomorrow will be the best pride ever my love. I smiled at his loving words and fell asleep.

Sociopathy is subset of a specific clinical disorder identified in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual-5, and you do not appear to be familiar with its actual meaning. You are certainly using it incorrectly. I would refer you to Antisocial Personality Disorder, DSM-5 301.7. I cannot comment on the remainder of the post, as it was so full of dog whistles I couldn’t hear a thing it said.

I would add the following factors: FIRST: In the last few years, the Supreme Court has held that there is no federal constitutional problem with gerrymandering districts for partisan gain. Several red states (Ohio, Texas, Florida) have congressional districts that are far out of balance with the overall balance of votes in the state. For instance, in Ohio, the Republican who won the Senate seat got 53% of the vote. In a fairly districted state, you'd expect somewhere between 50 and 60% of House seats to go Republican. But the way the state is gerrymandered, 66% of the seats went to Republicans. In Florida, Rubio got 57% in his Senate race and DeSantis got 59% in the governor's race. But 71% of the congressional seats went to Republicans. In Texas, Abbott got 55% of the vote. But Republicans took 66% of the House seats. By contrast: California, the largest blue state, has its districts drawn independently without regard for party. New York's highest court imposed similar restrictions on that state. If those two states alone were allowed to gerrymander the way Republican states do, the Democrats would still hold the House. The Democrats lost four House seats in New York alone because we were not allowed to do what Republicans do in Texas and Florida. (Illinois is currently our "best bet"; statewide races tend to go about 55% Democratic, and we hold 14 of 17 seats there.) SECOND: In at least three states, courts ruled that the redistricting plans enacted by those state legislatures violated the Voting Rights Act, including the aforementioned Ohio. The others were Louisiana and Alabama, both of which refused to create a second black-majority district to better reflect the states' populations. The Supreme Court blocked all three of those court decisions, allowing the plans - which were already found by the courts to violate the law - to be used for this election anyway. If those decisions had not been blocked, the Democrats would probably still hold the House. THIRD: Republican legislatures in many red states enacted a whole batch of discriminatory voting measures over the last few years, curtailing or eliminating drop boxes, prohibiting people from having anyone else turn in their ballot, enabling other voters to easily "challenge" the eligibility of others to vote, cutting back on early voting and vote-by-mail, and more. Almost every measure was designed to hurt turnout in communities where progressives/liberals/Democrats outnumber Republicans. Quite a few were struck down, but again, the courts (stacked with Republican judges hostile to the Voting Rights Act) are upholding these restrictions more often. Those, in a (large) nutshell, are reasons the Democrats aren't winning races hands down across a lot of the country.

I’ve used a condom a total of 3 times in my life hehe. The smell of latex makes my dick go down immediately.

First let me say I am sorry for typos. I am writing this after everything happened. I am a 28 year old guy living in downtown Minneapolis. I am fairly decent looking, 6'ft brn hair and brn eyes, and a slim build. Think collegiate swimmer a couple years after graduation and that is my body type, not super muscular but not super fit anymore either. I don't know how to exactly start this story as it's still a blur to me but I think I'll start from where I think it all went wrong. I started catfishing in college, I found this guys photos online on reddit. He was a 10 out of 10, absolutely jacked and everything about him perfect. So I started to create an online persona with him. I called him johnny and he would live out my darkest fantasies. I would use a geospoofer and put him in new York or weho and made his user name something like "taking loads" it was hot I would make up a whole new life every new place he went. From being a trust fund kid, to a traveling salesman, he had the life all while taking loads. I also had my own actual profile that didn't get as many hits but was still fairly popular. I never thought anyone would collect the dots until I was catfishing in my home town. On my fake profile I had always had a conversation with this one guy who had a shit load of tattoos and I never saw his face but was always intriguing to me. He indulged my fantasies of being gangbanged, and having loads flooding out of my hole. One day he messaged me on my actual profile too. The conversation started off pretty normal. Him: hey man what's up Me: nm just staying inside and avoiding the cold lol. What about you? Him: about the same just chatting up some guys in the area This went on for about a week, messaging him both on my real and fake account. On my fake account I divulged how I wanted to always be flooded with cum, have no choice in what I was able to do and to be a true faggot. He always encouraged this and would set me tasks to do on my "travels." Things like collect ten loads before noon, go to a bathhouse and rent a room and be ass up for 2 hours, and so on. Finally he said he wanted to meet me (fake me) next time I was in town a d I agreed. Meanwhile he did the same to the real me but with out the slutty stuff. We talked about our interests in movies, food and so on. Little did I realize he was tracking my movements on my real account too.

Let me start with a declaration: this encounter happened yesterday on my way back from Melbourne to my farm in Gippsland but part of it is fictionalised; reflecting what I hope transpires next. Having been in virtual lockdown on the farm for most of the past fortnight, I made a quick trip to see my dealer. I wanted to stock up (as it were) knowing that tighter restrictions were pending in Australia. (They were announced yesterday, effective midnight last night, so it turned out As is my wont, I stopped at Tooradin Pier and messaged a young bloke, Ricky, I’ve hooked up with occasionally for the last six months or so. He’s a total bottom boy and a very appreciative cumslut. He looks younger than his ID says but he’s a very experienced young piggy boy who lives for getting wire fucked. Usually I stop there at night but this was mid-afternoon. Instead of smoking in my car, I decided discretion was the better part of valour and took my pipe into the toilet/shower block. After a while, there was a knock on the cubicle door and I opened it fully expecting it to be Ricky. It wasn’t. It was the young guy whose car had its hood up when I arrived. I’d offered him a jump start earlier but he declined, saying his dad was already on his way. ”Just wanted to warn you that you can see the smoke” was all he said initially. I thanked him for the warning and asked if he’d like a puff as thanks. It was obvious that’s what he wanted. I passed him the pipe expecting him to take a drag and leave but he indicated that he wanted to come into the cubicle. I won’t lie; I was surprised. He was young, very tanned and pretty good looking, despite an average hairstyle (to my taste). Without really hesitating, he stepped in and took the pipe and took a huge drag. As he exhaled, he blurted out, “fuck that’s good stuff” and offered me the pipe. I told him to keep going, to take as much as he liked. He did exactly that. After a few deep puffs, he passed me the pipe and observed, “ leaned forward and asked, “you don’t inhale deep enough”. That’s true actually. Never having been a smoker, I’ve never been particularly good at inhaling anything, be it smoke from tobacco or weed or a pipe. I tend to swallow pipe smoke to get as much into me as I can. Apparently it’s amusing to smokers to watch my trying to smoke. Without prompting, he took the pipe and said, “Shotgun?”; inhaled deeply and leaned in. It wasn’t bad. I blew the smoke back into his lungs and, after initially accepting it, pulled back sharply. But, instead of saying anything, he took another deep puff and leaned in again; this time he kept coming until hi lips were pressing against mine. I reacted as any gay or bi guy would and we were kissing. Full on; tongues probing. He stopped only to take another deep drag and leaned back in. At some point, I was playing with his nipple and the groan he gave out seemed to be the green light to lift his shirt and start sucking his nip. He was loving it and lifted his shirt over his head; I took the opportunity to lick his pits and all I heard was “fuck yeah”. I started working his nipples while he took some more deep drags from the pipe. Eventually, he pushed me away slightly and said those dreaded words: “look, I’m straight. How much gear do you have?” I showed him one of the 8balls I’d just bought and stuffed some large shards into the pipe. ”I want some. What will you want to give me a few points?” I took out probably 3-4 points, wrapped it in some toilet paper and said, “Honestly? Nothing. This is for you.” He grinned and leant in to kiss me. “You kiss well for a straight guy mate”. “ You kiss almost as well as my girlfriend” and, with that, he started kissing me passionately. After a while, he broke off and said, “My dad’s going to be here soon. Can I get a g if I let you suck my cock?” I told him I’d spot him a g without that. But I really wanted to see him naked so I started pushing at his cock. He was hard. “Can I see it?” He started pushing his shorts down with a grin. His boxers followed. He watched my reaction and said, “I could do with a blowie anyway” and he leaned in to kiss me again, this time slowly raising his hand up my back . Once he reached the back of my head, he started exerting downward pressure. Gently at first, then more firmly. I sucked his nipples as I bent my knees and licked his torso the rest of the way until I was directly facing his cock. It was an impressive dick; more pretty than imposing. ”How do you like it sucked?” but he seemed more bewildered by the question than anything. So I gently tongued his foreskin, then the rest of the head. He started back and groaned. “Like this?” Before he could answer, I sucked head strongly and said, looking up at him, “or this? Or...” Then I plunged my mouth over his entire cock. My lips touched the base and I looked up again; his reaction to me demonstrating my deep throating skills was honestly priceless. His eyes were rolling; his groans were loud enough to be heard outside I was certain. But that was his problem really, not mine. I kept working his cock and his balls. He was enjoying himself so much, he’d even forgotten about the pipe until I gently took it from him and took a drag. I think he expected me to stand to give him a shotgun. His moan was beautiful when I took his cock back in my mouth and slowly exhaled. He went to take back the pipe but I indicated he should wait. He watched me take another deep drag and allowed me to turn him around as I gave the pipe back to him. He was busy taking another puff when I spread his cheeks and licked his hole. Then I plunged my tongue inside his arse, as far as I could; he wasn’t protesting one bit as I worked his hole and blew the smoke inside him. After a while, I asked him if I could show him something I thought he might enjoy; he wasn’t protesting. I’d expected him at least to say something about not wanting to be fucked but he didn’t. It wasn’t my intention either; I was just going to insert a shard into his arse and work it with my mouth and tongue but, honestly, I half suspect he might’ve let me put my cock inside him if I’d asked. But I pulled back and told him I was going to booty bump him to see what he thought. Sure enough, a sizeable shard on the end of my index finger elicited an enthusiastic nod. I didn’t muck around either. I found his hole and pressed the shard around the edge for a few seconds, saying “Ready?” moments after I’d already pressed it inside him. My finger was inside him fully and I started pushing the shard into him; feeling the walls of his arse and pushing it as firmly as I dared. That produced his first protest. It had clearly cut him slightly but, instead of easing off, “Just bear with it. I’m trying to get it into your bloodstream”. Sure enough, he noticeably tried to relax and within seconds, his sphincter was relaxing. This little straight boy, this stranger, was loving it. After some time, his phone pinged. “Fuck, my dad’s here.” The mood changed instantly. He was no longer in the moment. He needed to get out and he was suddenly self-conscious about what he’d just been doing. I switched to protective mode. I helped him straighten himself out and gave him his gear and said, “I’ll give you my number. Don’t give me yours so you’re in control. If you ever want gear, let me know and I promise you there’ll be no catch. We’ll just have a smoke and talk, ok? No sex, no favours. Now, get out there and I’ll follow in a few minutes.” He leaned in to kiss me. Surprisingly. And whispered, “can I fuck you next time?” I could have fallen over; I didn’t need to answer that. After a few minutes, my phone pinged. “Stay there. I’ll tell dad I need to let my car run for longer .” And then: “A gram if I fuck you?” Just ten, Ricky responded to my earlier messages. He was minutes away and wanted me to slam and breed him; he had fits on him. So I responded to the young straight bloke whose name I still didn’t know: “You ok if my mate’s here? He wants to be fucked and loves loads. We can fuck him together.” He didn’t respond. Minutes later, Ricky knocked on the door. He was already lubed. I prepped a slam for him and rammed inside him. Later, there was movement outside the door: “it’s me. Let me in.” *** This is mostly true up to the point the young straight guy left. I left the toilet block a few minutes after he did. He sort of acknowledged me as I got into my car. I’m pretty sure he’ll contact me when he wants more gear. I think his father called him, Shane but I’m not certain. I hope he does ring me. I won’t lie; I want to fuck him but I want him to fuck me even more. Young Ricky got back to me when I was halfway home. I turned around and he came back to the farm with me and stayed the night. I just took him home.

That really is an incredibly hot story. But it’s been made even hotter for me because I read it aloud to a young bloke by the name of Zane who’s with me at the moment. Zane’s visited me yesterday because I gave him some gear a couple of days ago and he wanted to know if I could give him some more. The first words he said to me when he walked in the door was, “I said I was going to do anything to earn more gear. You want to fuck me? I want to get totally fucked up with you and then you’re going to fuck me. As I was reading your story to Zane, he eased himself back onto my dick. That’s how horny hearing your story of Tanner losing his arse virginity and getting slammed for the first time given he heard it the day after he’s had both his first, second and third slam and been fucked for the first time too. Even as Zane was fucking himself on my dick while I was reading it to him, he asked me “did you poz me as well?” and seemed a little disappointed when I said that I don’t have HIV to give it to him. You know what his response to that was? “I wouldn’t care if you had. Getting slammed and fucked was the greatest thing ever.”