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I think all btms want to be bred, just a matter of time before they admit it to themselves and beg for it.

This happened to me last week. I was walking past a well known cottage, I needed a piss anyway so popped in. The place was empty, so went to the urinal and pissed, when I finished I played with my cock a bit and soon got hard. Anyway there i was jerking off and i heard footsteps approaching, so I pretended I was pissing. A guy approached the urinal and unzipped, I could see from the corner of my eye he was jerking and looking at me. So I took a proper look at him, he was about 6ft 1, blond hair, blue eyes, slim and in his early 20's. He was hot and it did not take long for my cock to stiffen again. I started to jerk my cock again and turned to face him, slowly jerking my cock as I watched him do the same, my 6 inch cock looked tiny compared to his, it must have been about 8 or 9 inches, uncut and I wanted it. We made eye contact, and I said follow me and went to a cubicle. I closed the door behind us and kissed this hot stranger, our tongues exploring each others mouths, my cock was now rock hard. Whilst we were kissing, I put my had down to his cock and felt its hardness through his jeans, my hand reached for the zipper and opened the fly of his jeans. His rock hard cock flopped out of his jeans, I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly jerked it, moving my hand up and down the full length, from the bulbous head to his big balls. I stopped kissing him and went to my knees, undid the buckle on his belt and undid his jeans and pulled them down. There I was on my knees with a huge uncut cock inches from my face. I put his cock in my mouth moving slowly down the length of his shaft, it was too big for me to get it all in my mouth but I did my best. I was sucking wildly on his cock as if it were some popsicle. I grabbed his cock with my hand and pulled his foreskin back, revealing a large head, I resumed my sucking again, paying particular attention to the head, the guy (I never got his name) began moaning as my attention to his cock got more intense. I sucked for another couple of minutes, when he asked me to stop as he was about to cum. I said to him I want his cum in my mouth. He said no, he wanted to fuck me. He asked me to stand, he then pulled me close and kissed me some more. As we were kissing, he grabbed my ass, his finger rubbing my hole. He then just shoved his finger in, the pain was intense and I tensed up a bit, but he continued to finger fuck me, I soon relaxed and he entered a second finger in me and this continued for a few more minutes. He withdrew his fingers and told me turn around and bend over, I happily obliged. He lowered his head to my ass and spat onto my hole and fingered it in my tight hole. He then stood up and pushed his bare cock deep into me, he held it there for a few moments whilst I adjusted to his huge manhood. He started slowly, pulling back until he almost came out of my ass then pushed back in to the hilt. Gradually his pace quickened until he was fucking me nice and hard, his cock pulling almost all the way out, the big cock head almost popping out, then forcing back deep in me, his shaved balls slapping my ass. He grabbed my hips and fucked me nice and hard. Meanwhile my cock was bouncing around and slapping my belly as he fucked me deep and hard, a stream of pre-cum oozed from my cock. I was fucked this hard for about 5 minutes, when his pace changed, he started moaning and said he was about to shoot. He asked if he could cum in me. i agreed he could. He slowed down slightly and grabbed hold of my hips tighter. His cock pulsed in me and I knew he was cumming, He stopped his thrusting and left his cock in my ass as he finished emptying his cum into me. He pulled out, wiped his cock on some tissue and left. I went to the hand basin and washed my hands. I could hear him talking to a woman outside. She asked him what took him so long as he was nearly 15 minutes, he apologized and said he didn't feel too good. I think it was his girlfriend he kept her waiting whilst he fucked me. Luckily I don't think she heard his moaning. I had enjoyed my visit to this cottage, I had gotten a good fucking and an ass full of cum. I shall return to this cottage in the hopes of more fun, hopefully with the same guy.

Nothing particularly special ..... Pumped it up my favorite "regular" at Slammer ... he's always in the same place, and seems to be a really nice kid. Talked to him for a while in the bar. Sometimes he brings his best buddy (also a hot fuck), but the buddy wasn't there last night. He understands my own peculiar Lusts, and loves getting his Hole fucked full while I wander around elsewhere. He's even backed off on shaving his ass - which is totally delicious. I'm probably one of a dozen or more of his "usuals", and I like that.

Chapter 67: Dad on Dad Once the waiter left, my step dad told my real dad that neither had fucked the other in ages, but that was all about to change. My real dad told me sorry you've had your fun already, now it's our turn. He did have a special request for me to video them, and I agreed. Both dads were already hard from seeing the waiters cock, especially my real dad hoping his twin could also be there and DP him just like they did his son. My step dad was hard trying to figure out how he could get in on the action. They started by 69ing each other. Both had already started to pre cum some and my real dad said there was nothing better than the taste of highly charged cum. My step dad agreed. They both agreed that whomever came first would be the one to get fucked first so they would have some time to recharge and fuck the other. My real dad shot his load first, and my step dad immediately mounted him after they kissed and swapped his cum. They both fucked each other hard and primal, with plenty of hot poz talk. Although I thought it might be a romantic session, it was anything but that. My step dad fucked my dad without mercy, spitting in his face, reminding him that he was fucking him just like he use to breed him. After my step dad flooded his guts, we again got in bed together with me between my two dads. They both had huge smiles on their faces, and my dad told my step dad he loved how the session reminded him of the first time they had piggy sex together. He told me that in fact it was the first time he had ever truly had piggy sex with anyone before, and how he had converted. My step dad then kissed me and said he guessed that's where I got my desire for piggy sex. My step dad thought he heard his wife getting back, and threw on his swim shorts, and got into the shower to make it look like he was coming from the pool. While my step dad was in the shower, my real dad told me he wanted me to fuck him for the first time. I told him I was wondering when he would ask! He told me my step dad had said I've become a good top, but practice makes perfect. My dad said if I was half the top that I was at a bottom, that would be great. After my step dad left, my real dad and I made out some, and before I made love to him, he said I've told you this before, but I will again. He said that he had never thought about pozzing me, at least not initially. He said he was somewhat suprised on how quickly I came to that decision with my step dad. In fact, he was suprised on how quickly I learned to like M2M sex. My real dad said he was vers, bur had always yearned to have my cock buried in him. With that he just said fuck me son. I told him that I wasn't going to fuck him, but make love to him. He smiled and said my step dad had taught me well. I then told him to get on his back, so that I could first eat his loaded ass. I remembered what he said about nothing tastes better than highly charged cum. I don't know that it actually tasted much, if any different though. Perhaps it did, or maybe it was just a mind fuck. I got as much cum out of his ass as I could with my tongue, and bent over to kiss him before I started to make love to him. Our session was very verbal, but in a loving way. My dad would say things like that's my boy, great job son, make love to me as i did to you, etc. I was also verbal by telling my dad I loved him, and I was so happy that he had came into my life again, and celebrated my new life, making me closer than we had ever been. I told him deep in my heart, I knew he wanted to be the one to first teach me about M2M sex, but understood the timing wasn't right, and frankly I wasn't sure that I was ready for it anyway. I made love to my real dad the longest that I had ever made love before. Although my balls were aching, when I thought I was going to cum, we talked and kissed each other, with my cock motionless inside him. After about 40 minutes my balls couldn't take it anymore. I shoved my cock deep in him as far as I could, pulsing my load deep in him. We rolled over on our sides with me never taking my cock out of him. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and after some time, my flaccid cock slipped out of him, leaving a huge amount of cum on the sheets. Not only was it a long session, but my edging in him built up quite a load.

the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.

A few months back I met a horny older bottom in the gym sauna who enjoyed sitting on my cock. We got so riled up I eventually invited him back to my place so we could finish up. He was fine with bareback, but for some reason despite all the precum I put in him, he insisted I pull out. Of course, I said I would, but I did not. I pretended I was, but really it just meant I pulled out as I was cumming, still getting most of my load in him. I feel like guys like that really want that anyway, to have someone violate their "consent" anyway. I find it kind of insulting and misinformed. It's an unruly demand to make guys pull out this day and age when you can protect yourself or choose not to do bareback. For the rest of us, we have seed to spread.

In Berlin from 22 - 26 May. Any suggestions for hot n sleazy places to visit?

I’m sorry to have to tell you that if you have to ask for ideas about how to dominate a submissive, you are not the person who should be doing this. The experience will almost certainly be a disappointing for him at some level. At worst, it could be risky. The Domination/submission dynamic works when it works because two symbiotic psychologies enhance one another; the Dominant has an inner drive and desire to control, while the submissive has an inner need to feel powerless. If either drive is absent, the other drive has only its own energy to draw from, and it is seldom enough. You are clearly not a Dominant, or you would know how to make this submissive feel used and owned without asking, and would relish the thought. You are also obviously not yourself a submissive, because if you were, you would have an innate understanding of what would make this submissive feel used and owned, and would not need to ask. In my (considerable) experience, attempts by non-BDSM practitioners (referred to in the lifestyle as ‘vanillas’) to scene with those in the subculture rarely go well. The BDSM person can meet the vanilla on vanilla terms well enough, and have an acceptable non-BDSM scene, but it doesn’t work the other way. If you have an interest in BDSM but are not experienced in it, I strongly recommend that you observe some scenes, and then participate at an entry level, before trying to organize anything, let alone set up a bespoke scene for an individual. There are all manner of things that could go pear-shaped if you lure BDSM players to a scene knowing nothing about the standards, expectations, codes, and variations of practice (myriad) that they could bring with them, and if you can’t spell out, will assume. A submissive is not just a bottom, and ‘subspace’ is a very real state of mind that a submissive can enter, and seeks too enter. When in that state, the submissive is acutely vulnerable, and inexperienced players can cause harm, and fail to provide the requisite aftercare. If you are inexperienced, on no account should you place, or allow anyone to place, the submissive in bondage of any kind, for any duration whatsoever. I urge you to consider whether you have the experience to provide the scene you propose, or whether it might be better to offer a more mainstream experience, at least until you have had a chance to become initiated into the lifestyle.

ok, this time I lost my password and totally forgot which email I used. After much struggle, I'm back. The story continues: "Let's move this into the bedroom where we can get more comfortable," said Rane. We all shed the rest of our clothes as we moved to their master bedroom and king size bed, Laney and I laying back and basically being ravished by these two gay studs. We both were getting what we had set out for, so we just surrendered and put ourselves in Mike and Rane's hands for the night. Laney looked at me briefly before the lights went out and grinned that cute little crooked grin of his before Mike swallowed his face again. Rane flipped around and I put my nose up his hairy asshole while he swallowed my entire cock and balls and I attempted to stretch my mouth around his big, flared mushroom head, which felt big as a baseball to my aching jaws. After a while I contented myself with licking up and down his 10 inch shaft like a lollipop, driving my nose into his musk scented cock hair and shyly sticking out my tongue to taste his clean but tangy asshole. "Yeah, rim Daddy's manhole bitch," said Rane. I just groaned as he sat up and drove his asshole down on my tongue and I gave my first rimjob to a man. He reached back and spread his cheeks so I could get deep inside the sweet pink meat past the brown puckered opening. He tickled my asshole lightly but kept going back to deeply pushing his fingers into my cheeks on both sides of my asshole, all the way to the bone. I was desperate to get fucked. They both got off the bed and stood at the foot, pulling Laney and me, side by side, to the end of the bed, ass-up, and handed us bottles of poppers, the first time I'd tried it. "Breeathe deep and hold it, then take another and another until you get intoxicated by it," said Rane. I felt my muscles relax, it felt like my scrotum muscles relaxed and my balls dropped, my cock felt amazing and my ass-hole pucker smoothed out and I Felt like it gaped open. It was just an impression though, because as Rane first tongued out my hole, then squirted KY up my boypussy I could feel I was tight and firm inside, no matter how relaxed and sloppy I felt. They both held their thick, swollen, flaring mushroom heads to the opening of our virgin (as far as mancock was concerned) boypussies and Rane told us both to back up onto their cocks at our own pace. "Oh my god Rane, you're cock is so big," I groaned. "Shut up bitch. Call me Daddy when you address me while we have sex from now on, but don't talk at all. You can whimper, but no talking. Push your ass back, get used to the girth, open and close your boypussy, squeeze it, back off, then push a little more. You two little fairies go at your own pace this first time. Don't expect such gentle fucking next time, though." We both did as he said, and Mike pushed my face to Laney, and we kissed deeply and slobbered into each other's mouths as we backed up onto their big, rock hard cocks. They were both naturally horny, virile studs, but unbeknownst to us they had both popped Viagra when we walked in the door an hour before and we were both in for a rock-hard four hour fucking. Once I felt Rane's thick cock-hair on my soft white butt-cheeks I pushed back and started flexing my pussy muscles, alternately gripping and relaxing my sphincter until I felt the burning stop and concentrated on his head stabbing my prostate deep inside while savoring the stretching of my pussy around his thick cock. Rane held my hips and started fucking me steady, hard and slow, banging my cheeks with a pop at the end of his stroke. He rotated his hips as he reamed me out and it felt amazing. I whimpered and moaned like a girl while I arched my back and just enjoyed the feeling of submitting my ass to a virile man who was breeding me like a whore. Condoms had never been mentioned and I was so enthralled I never even considered asking. I felt like I was falling in love with Rane and would have done anything he asked me to and I craved his seed deep inside my body, so rubbers or even pulling out was never in the picture. He kept pulling his cock all the way out so he could look at my stretched boypussy, then slamming it back in. I was so relaxed with poppers and lust I felt no pain and relished the hard fucking. After Laney and I were completely cherry-broken, we were rolled over and laid back on the pillows, lifting our legs over our lovers' shoulders. It was time for our real breeding. Mike and Rane kissed us deeply, pinched and bit our nipples, gripped our ankles and sucked our necks as they completely ravished the two of us for the next hour. Saliva just ran from Rane's mouth down my throat as I gripped his hard asscheeks, urging him deeper into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his ass tighten and felt his balls rise up my crack while his already huge cockhead swelled up more and I knew it was time for him to finish breeding me like a bitch. He groaned into my mouth as I sucked his tongue and swallowed his saliva, then felt his cock explode into my asshole. I felt 7 separate spasms as ropes of cum blasted my pussy. I felt my ass get slicker and his cock move easier while he slowed down to savor my breeding. Finally he stopped moving and held his cock still so I could feel the last couple spasms and the white-hot cum burned in my raw pussyhole as he squeezed out the last few shots. He looked into my eyes lovingly, then slowly took my mouth again with his our eyes open, pushing his tongue in and out, exploring my lips, the insides of my cheeks, under and around my tongue. All I could taste with his saliva, filled with his cum and spit and covered with his sweat. I wanted all his liquids, I wanted to become part of him by absorbing his DNA and fluids. He laid behind me and spooned me, his cock still rock hard, while he kissed my neck and I moaned appreciatively. Mike had rolled Laney over and was fucking his ass again from behind as Laney yelped in pain, his sore, abused asshole burning as it coaxed yet another shot from Mike's Viagra-crazed balls. Mike collapsed on top of him and Laney struggled to breathe as the weight of his older lover crushed him. He rolled out and escaped, then immediately went down and started cleaning Mike's cock, balls and asshole with is mouth, getting him hard for another ride. I slowly rotated my ass and Rane lifted my leg to access my pussy for another leisurely fuck. I turned my head and we made out intensely and passionately as he forcefully injected me with more cock and cum. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the very early morning dark, lying on my stomach with my legs together while Mike was entering my ass and fucking me like a girl, grinding his cock into my ass while he pulled and cruelly pinched my nipples. Laney was bouncing on Rane's cock while Rane pulled on his nipples and gobbled his mouth.

6. I was still floating high on the post fuck euphoria when I got back to the hotel. I parked in my usual spot and headed in through the dense tree line. I thought about going back to my room and basking in the scent of sex that still clung to me, but decided instead to visit Jack in the office. He was alone when I walked in. Glancing up from his computer when the door chimed he smiled at me and said, “Hey boy! How was work.” “It was fine. Short day.” “Are you just getting back? You’ve been gone ages.” “Yeah. I stopped at that café over by downtown.” “Sun Shop or whatever?’ “That one!” “Yeah, cute place.” “It is… with an even cuter staff.” “Oh?” “Well… this young otter barista and I made eye contact as soon as I walked in.” “Go on…” He drew out the syllables, grinning as if he already knew where the story was going. “Really hot, so fucking hairy. He just kept looking over at me. Then when he brought my sandwich over he said he’d be off work soon. We started chatting, and then he said we should go round to his place. He lives like two blocks away across from that old school. We started talking about sex, and that he’d been bottoming a lot recently and was dying to top.” “And you offered up your hole.” “Sure did.” I walked over so I was sitting on the edge of the desk, my leg laying on Jack’s. “What’s this otter’s name?” Jack rubbed my leg with abscent minded affection. “You know him apparently. His name’s Alex. He said you guys had fucked him a couple of times, but not for a few months.” “Fuck, I remember Alex. He is furry as fuck, and he’s got a nice thick cock. He must have stretched you out good.” “He did, and dumped a big load in my guts.” “Good boy.” “It was so hot being fucked by someone who’s also a bottom.” “Danny and I both bottom for eachother.” “I know but like… to bottom for another boy. Some jock in Alex’s building had fucked him before work this morning. He had another load in his ass while he fucked me. Its getting fucked by another guy who gets used that was hot.” “God its so hot watching you learn about your sexuality.” “What do you mean?” “Just watching you explore. Its incredibly sexy. You came here having only been with college guys, only been fucked safe. Now, you’ve discovered your thing for daddies, and bears, now I guess otters, you’re a fucking cum pig, and you’re discovering you’ve got a little bit of a sub side. Its hot to watch.” “I hadn’t thought about it like that.” “We should explore it, push your edges a little, find out what it is exactly that’s turning you on.” He pulled me over so I was not sitting in his lap straddling him. We were both hard. I kissed him, my arms wrapped around his neck. He held onto my waste. “Its kind of wild, I thought that I was only into daddies, or at least bears after you Danny and Ryan. But Alex had on this tank top and I could see his whole hairy chest, and then his pits.” “You’re into fur boy… embrace it.” “And then when he said you guys had fucked him. It was so hot imagining your fat cocks deep inside his furry ass.” “You wanna see us fuck him?” “What you’ve got video,” I teased. Recently Jack had started filming himself fucking me. I loved watching it back after and seeing how my hole clung to his invading member. “No, but I can do you one better. Invite him over tomorrow night. You can watch Danny and I breed your new friend.” “Fuck!” “That something that interests you boy?” “Fuck yes!” “Alright. Invite him over. Tell him you want to watch us use him. Remember, you have to ask for something to get it.” “Yes daddy.” I kissed him again. “Danny’s in the back, go tell him your plan. I’ve gotta go turn over a room, or I’d join you.” Half an hour later, with a fresh load from Danny in my already battered hole, I sent Alex a text: Hey! So I was telling Jack and Danny about our fun this afternoon… and that I thought it was hot getting fucked by someone they had fucked… anyway how would you like to come over tomorrow and get railed by them while I watch. I immediately felt self-conscious about it. Fuck that just sounds so awkward. Alex’s text came back right away however: Fuck yes! Do I get to fuck you after? Yes please! Breed me while you’re full of their cum! Perfect. I’ll be there pig! I sent back the devil emoji and started jerking my throbbing cock. The next afternoon I met Alex by the parking lot. He was dressed in short running shorts that left little to the imagination and a cut-up t-shirt that hung loosely around his toned frame. He pulled me into a deep kiss as soon as he was close enough to grab me. “This is so fucking hot,” he said and kissed me again. “Come on, the guys are waiting.” I grabbed his hand, and fingers laced together, lead him towards Danny and Jack’s flat. I opened the door to the flat without knocking. I rarely did any more, at this point I felt as comfortable walking into their home as I did my own. Really their home had started to feel like my home too. The front room was empty when we walked in. We stopped by the door and both took off our shoes. Then Jack appeared in the doorway. He had on a thick black leather harness I’d never seen before, and a bulging well-worn jock strap. “Hello boys,” he said, a devious smile on his face. “Why don’t you both take off your clothes.” We both looked at each other, smiled, and stripped. Alex hadn’t worn anything under his little shorts and was almost immediately naked. His fat cock, already at half mast, quickly thickened to its full and impressive girth. I had on a white bike jock I had recently bought, and was about to take it off when Jack stopped me. “Keep that one. Your dick needs to stay put away for a bit.” He turned to Alex, “Its good to see you again.” He pulled Alex towards him, and planted a firm kiss on the otter’s mouth. “Now, did our David tell you his fantasy?” Our David, my heart fluttered and my hole twitched. I loved any time they referred to me as theirs. It made me feel wanted and loved. It made me feel safe. “Only that he wants to see you two fuck me… and then I get to fuck him with your loads inside me.” Alex returned Jack’s devious energy. The look on his face was excited and hungry. His eyes darted down to Jack’s bulging jock. “Exactly. But Danny and I were taking, and we enjoy pushing David’s boundaries. While we’re using your friend here, David you’re going to sit on the the bed, and you’re not allowed to touch your cock until we’re done with him. How does that sound? You’re just going to watch us use Alex, and you can’t get off till we’re done” “It sounds fucking hot!” I said honestly. “Good, then follow me boys.” We followed Jack into the bedroom where Danny had been waiting. He was already completely naked laying on his back, his hard cock stuck straight up from his bush. Alex’s cock was instantly hard, and I was already leaking into my jock. Jack gave Alex a little bit of a push and he leapt up onto the bed. He scrambled between Danny’s legs, and dove onto his cock. He devoured my daddy’s cock with the hunger of a man just rescued from the desert. The whole length vanished down his throat in an instant. Alex looked incredible, his upper body hunched low over Danny’s crotch, his ass thrust up into the air with his legs tucked below him. His thick bushy pits were on display. I looked at his fur covered body with lust. I hadn’t noticed before, probably because I was so focused on his cock, but his ass was thick and round, and covered in dark hair. It swirled over the cheeks, diving down into his crack creating a star pattern around his pink pucker. Jack moved forward and gave Alex a smack on his ass that pushed Danny’s cock even deeper down his throat. Alex gave a little gulp and kept sucking the on Danny. Jack motioned to me to sit up by the head of the bed where I could see the action. Then he spat directly onto Alex’s hole, leaned down, and shoved his tongue into his tight pucker. Alex moaned. It was a deep, guttural sound, the kind that you can only make involuntarily when it is forced out of you by a sudden wave of pleasure. After a few moment’s Jack pulled away from Alex’s hole, and with a big grin on his face said, “Is that cum I taste in your hole boy?” Alex sat up a little, “Yes, sir. This jock in my building lubed me up for you.” “Good boy,” He growled before diving back in. “Wait a minute,” Danny said. “Don’t go eating all the cum out of him. I want some too! Spin around boy.” Alex let up on Danny’s cock and spun around. Firm hands guided him to sit right on Danny’s face. I could see Alex’s cock again, it was rock hard and a long bead of precum hung from the fat tip. I wanted to like it off. I wanted to jerk off watching the scene, but I stayed put and kept my hands off my cock. Jack stood up and fed his cock to the now seated Alex. I watched his throat bulge as he worked to accommodate Jack’s dick. I knew how good it felt to be sandwiched between these two men, I knew the pleasure that was crashing over Alex right now. It made me leak watching him get to enjoy that, and watching my daddies enjoy him. Danny was bouncing Alex up and down on his face, while Jack outright face fucked that hairy boy. They were all three starting to sweat, and the room was getting warmer. The thick smell of sex started to permeate the air. “Do you like watching us use your friend?” Jack asked. “Yes daddy!” “Do you want to see us fuck him?” “Yes! Fill him up!” “Do you want him to breed you with our loads dripping out of him?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy.” They moved fast. Jack dropped a thick glob of spit onto Danny’s throbbing cock. Alex was hoisted into the air off of Danny’s face, and in one easy motion lowered onto Danny’s waiting cock. I watched Alex’s eyes roll back and his mouth fall open as Danny’s thick head penetrated his well eaten hole. Alex’s hole seemed to give almost no resistance. His trim body was lowered steadily, and without any struggle Danny’s dick disappeared between his cheeks. Alex and Danny both groaned as Alex’s furry ass settled against Danny’s pelvis. The cock that had first bred me: that had broken through and shown me the joys of raw sex; the first daddy cock I’d ever taken, was now balls deep in another boy. I was hard as a rock. My jock was soaked with precum, and I was almost panting I was so turned on. Danny looked at me and grinned, then he bucked his hips upward and made Alex yelp. I knew what he’d done. Danny had used that little bit of extra force to press his cock past Alex’s second ring and fully penetrate him. Alex’s face was pure bliss as he started to ride Danny. He bounded up and down, his own fat cock flopping around as he rode Danny. Jack growled appreciatively and aimed Alex’s face back at his own dick. He slapped Alex’s cheek, leaving a sticky smear of precum on his stubbly cheek. Alex opened his mouth wide and swallowed Jack down to the hilt. With practiced ease he road Danny, violently slamming his ass back against Danny’s hips; and slurped noisily on Danny’s cock, thick globs of spit streaming down his chin. All three of these men had fucked me. Alex was planning on fucking me again, when Jack and Danny had finished with him. I was their bottom. I was the bottom that bottoms fucked. It felt slutty, but more than that, for the first time ever I felt submissive. That I was the one all these men used. It was amazing, and it made me want to be used by them all the more. Jack pulled Alex up again, and tossed him to the side. Alex landed on his hands and knees again, his ass presented to Jack. Without prompting or preamble Jack slid his dick into Alex’s waiting hole. Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head again, and Jack began a truly brutal pounding. The sound of Jack’s flesh slapping against Alex’s was almost deafening. The smell of sex became inescapable, and both men burst into a heavy sweat. Alex was whimpering, begging to be bred. Jack was feeling dominant. He grabbed Alex by his hair and hauled him up. With one arm Jack pressed Alex’s lithe body to his own. He twisted Alex’s face towards him and kissed the boy sloppily. Tongues mashed around, and Jack hammered away at Alex’s hole. He held Alex there, keeping him twisted upright, one arm tight across his chest. An endless stream of pleasure educed pleadings tumbled from Alex’s mouth, “Please daddy! Breed me, use my hole. Fill me up with your load. I need that daddy cum inside me. Use me! Make me yours. Breed my hole!” After what felt like a beautiful eternity Jack growled and forced Alex forward again. Alex fell onto his chest, his ass still stuck in the air. Jack gripped tightly to Alex’s hips and with a loud grunt forced himself as deep as he could go inside the boy. I felt like I could see every pump of his perfect cock mirrored in Jack’s face and he came. The orgasm ripped through his body, every single muscle clenched, his face tight and full of lust. It was like watching a bomb go off. At the same time a look of pure bliss spread across Alex’s rapturous face. He was in heaven; his hole being flooded with hot sperm. Jack’s orgasm slowly subsided and he carefully pulled his cock from Alex’s cum filled hole. Danny didn’t waist a single second. He grabbed Alex by the shoulders and dragged him across the bed. He flipped the furry young otter onto his back, and shoved his knees up to his chest. In one easy move Danny lined up his broad mushroom head and sank himself balls deep inside of Alex as he whimpered. Danny let out a groan of pleasure as he buried his shaft inside of Alex. Alex in turn begged for more. The brutal top who had bred me, and taken such pleasure in my hole was gone. He’d been replaced by a hungry bottom begging for loads. My place in this moment made it all the hotter. Hard as a rock and leaking buckets, I kept my hands away from my cock and watched these men fuck. Danny held himself above Alex and drove his dick downward in rough deep thrusts. Alex let out a little yelp with each one. His hole was getting sloppy. I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cummy hole being used. Alex’s whole face seemed different. There was a hunger in his eyes that was so similar to when he’d fucked me and yet so different. Danny was growling. He was enjoying making a toy out of this boy’s hole. He was being as merciless as Jack had been, forcing his cock downward with all of his strength and body weight. “Don’t stop daddy! Fill me with your spunk!” “I’m going to breed you so fucking deep boy.” “Yes! Yes!” I was mesmerized. From where I was sitting I could see the shaft of Danny’s cock sliding in and out of Alex’s ass. The dark hairs around Alex’s hole clung to the sides of Danny’s glistening dick. Big, laden balls slapped repeatedly against Alex’s taint creating a steady thumping rhythm. Danny looked me right in the eyes and said, “I’m going to breed your friend. Is that what you want?” “Yes daddy! Flood him.” That was the last thing Danny needed to push him over the edge. He locked eyes on Alex, grunted a deep baritone roar and pumped his dick in and out even harder. He grunted again. His face contorted in concentration. You could see Danny’s orgasm break over him. It started in his face. A contorted look that could easily be mistaken for pain, followed by a look of immediate bliss. His eyes seemed to unfocused as the rest of his body tensed. He rutted deep inside of Alex, and his balls thudded as waves of cum rocketed out of his dick. “Thank you both,” Alex panted. “You’re welcome. You wanna get off in our boy now?” Jack said, his wickedly glinting eyes turning to me. “You fucking bet.” “Hands and knees David,” Danny said pulling his dripping cock slowly from Alex’s hole. “You’re gonna clean our cocks off as Alex breeds you.” I rushed to get into position. I knelt with my feet at the edge of the bed, and bent forward till I was resting on my elbows. Alex winked at me and got off the bed. His legs seemed a little shaky from the pounding he’d just taken. All the same he got behind me and dropped a big glob of spit onto my hole, then pressed himself in. His broad dick slid easily inside me. I moaned, and so did he. I bucked back on his cock, starting to fuck myself. First Danny presented me with his glistening, dripping cock. I opened wide and swallowed him to the base in one move. I tasted cum and ass juice on his cock. I lapped at the delicious concoction. His pubes stunk of sweat and cum. Alex was clearly determined to fuck me with the same ferocity that Danny and Jack had fucked him. His fingers dug into my hips and he was slamming himself into me with so much force I was almost knocked forward each time. Jack soon presented his cock to me too. He slapped his semi hard member on my cheeks, and when I let Danny’s cock out of my mouth he immediately forced his in. He too tasted and smelled of sex. I savored the aroma of male bonding as I buried my nose in his pubes. I felt Alex’s pace change before he said anything. He was getting close to the precious. A drop of sweat fell from his face onto my back. My head was spinning with the stench of sex all around us. “Give it to me,” I begged. “I’m going to cum,” he panted. Then he pulled be back against him as he pushed himself inside. We both roared. His cock started to fire of ribbons of cum. It was a huge load I could tell. My insides were being plastered. I sighed. My own cock twitched, I felt a now familiar pressure, and then erupted with another hands free orgasm. My own load spattered across the bed beneath me. Alex held himself inside me for a few moments before pulling out shakily. “Fuck,” he said, falling panting onto the bed next to me. I flopped over onto my back next to him. Then Danny and Jack joined us, each on one side. “Good job boys. That was fucking hot.”

I don't know if these stories _have_ to be fiction, but this is mostly true, even the dialog, which I've played over in my head countless times reliving the experience while jacking off. I've compressed some of the time to make it one story, some of these events didn't happen the same night but over many weeks and even months, but they did all occur, and more, but here is the main gist of what actually occurred the summer my best friend and I were 18 going on 19, both gay and naive and inexperienced, but ready and willing and driven mad by hormones to start our sex lives as young gay bottomboys. The summer after highschool my friend Laney and I were determined to get some adult male cock. We had been making out and sucking each other off all our senior year, and Laney had even fucked me a few times, but he had a thin, 6 inch teen boycock. He had been broken in by an uncle with a big cock and he kept regaling me with stories about how good a big, hard hairy mancock felt in his boypussy and I was determined to get fucked by a tattooed muscle-daddy. We had been checking online for months and knew a park in near the University where gays hung out and sometimes fucked in public or in the restrooms. We knew enough that risky behaviour like that could land you in jail with a record as a sex offender, so we weren't stupid enough to fuck in public, but we did hope to meet some horny big-cocked studs who would take us to their place and break both of us in. After some dead-ends with either fugly old trolls or fat, over-skinny or rotten-toothed park fags, we were pretty hopeless. Then we saw a notice for a hook-up party open house near the park that Friday. We didn't have an invite and we looked underage, so we knew we couldn't get in, but we hoped to hang out nearby and see what happened. Sure enough, standing outside the 10 foot high wrought iron fence watching hot daddies going in wearing bondage and leather gear we got plenty of lustful looks and lewd comments, but no outright invitation. Two heavily muscled and tattooed daddies with shaved heads but wearing casual clothes walked by, obviously a couple and not looking like they were going in. Still, the older one, probably in his 50s and with a greying goatee, stopped and challenged us. "What the fuck are you two twinks waiting for here?" Laney and I looked at each other, surprised. We had hoped for some action, but we were a little taken aback at being scolded. "We were trying to get invited to the party," I stammered lamely. "Trying to get invited in huh? And what do you think goes on in there?," asked the younger one, apparently in his late 40's, very good looking, with broad shoulders, a tapering waist and a muscular, tight ass behind a large, swollen package in his tight skinny jeans. "We wanted to hook-up," said Laney shyly. "Hook up huh?," said the older one. "And what exactly do you mean by 'hooking up'?" Laney and I looked at each other and smirked. "You know," I said "we are looking for some action." "You're a couple of young fags looking for some sex, basically" said the older one. The younger one laughed. "They might get more than they bargained for, Rane." "Do you really know what goes on at a hard-core party like that? You really think you're ready for something like that?" said the one named Rane. "We've been around, we know what's up," said Laney. "Walk with us, youngins," said Rane. "This is Michael and I'm Rane. You look like nice kids, but you have no idea. Let's go get a drink let us at least clue you in for what you are in for." "Are you old enough to drink, at least?" asked Michael. "Um, we're both 21," I lied. "Yeah right. Ok, how about we go to our apartment. We can get high there, anyway. I know you two hoodlums smoke pot," said Rane, putting a big arm around my neck kiddingly and dragging me down the sidewalk while Michael laughed and Laney followed nervously. When we got to their apartment Micheal, who said to call him 'Mike', rolled a fat one, broke out some cold ones and put on some Jethro Tull while Rane hit the can and changed into some shorts and a chopped off t-shirt and kicked off his shoes. "Get comfortable kiddos," said Rane, so we kicked off our shoes, unbuttoned our tight jeans and laid back watching wide-eyed at the hard-core gay bondage porn playing without sound on the wide-screen while we smoked the excellent ganja and inwardly drooled at these two hot hunks. We were still a little stunned and neither of us knew what to expect. "Ok twinks, first off, what do you mean when you say 'hook-up' with some horny, pervy stranger at a bondage party?" started Rane without preamble. Laney and I looked at each other, but feeling a little more at ease and bold with drink and pot, I blurted out "I'd drop to my knees, get his cock out and give him a killer blow-job!" Mike and Rane looked pained. "Well, no romance with the younger generation, just start right in grabbing his cock and slobbering on it. You ever heard of foreplay? Getting to know someone?" said Rane. "Not that they'd be doing any of that with that crowd," said Mike. "You know what would happen if you _did_ get inside? Those guys play rough. You'd probably get hustled into a back room, all your clothes would be off before you knew where you were, you'd be ass-up naked with a cock in your mouth and a bare-back cock up your ass in the first 10 minutes. Then, after you took a few loads, they'd pressure you into getting strapped into sling and you'd end up taking at least a dozen loads from anonymous guys while you were so fucked up on 'Tina you wouldn't feel the pain in your torn up, bleeding, unlubed ass." "Big guys, bikers, convicts, gang-banging black guys with thick, 10 inch cocks who don't take their time stretching your ass. If you aren't open enough for them to force their cock in, they use their fingers, one, three, four until you are opened up enough to jam their half-hard cock in, then they ream you for 10 minutes until they cum inside you, then the next guy takes over while you suck the ass and cum of the first guy's cock." said Rane harshly. "You'd get fucked so hard and so fast the friction would burn the little bit of lube from their cum and you're ass would be wrecked. After about the tenth guy you might probably be ruptured and would most likely need to go to the hospital the next day when you woke up, naked, sticky with cum and piss and a crystal meth hangover and maybe a prolapsed rectum." "That, and you'd probably be bruised all over, have black eyes, scraped knees and a dose of the clap, venereal warts, crabs and lice from the homeless guys who'd get you last." continued Mike. "And," finished Rane "with your ass fucked bloody and raw, you'd most likely be infected with HIV. If not then, in the next few days as they kept you trapped in the house, fucked up on drugs, selling your ass or giving it away to whoever wanted it, until they were tired of you and pushed you into the alley. You might even end up dead so you wouldn't go to the police and cry rape." "That's what happens to teenybopper wannabes who try to crash a hard-core gay skinhead bondage party. Not as sexy and fun as you imagined it jacking off last night, right?" said Rane. Laney and I looked at each other sheepishly. "Well what the fuck are we supposed to do? I admit, I don't know shit about coming on an older guy and who to trust and all that crap," I bitched, embarassed and feeling stupid. "We have played around together, but we are both attracted to older guys and we wanted to hook up." "What exactly do you mean by 'hooking up?'" said Rane again. "What are you going to do when you get alone with a guy, just go straight for his cock? You ever heard of getting to know someone? How about a little preliminary 'getting to know ya' casual fun?" "Well, like what?" I asked, not expecting it when Rane took me into his arms and pulled me close, looking into his eyes while he talked low and husky, obviously aroused. "You ever make out with an man?" he asked as he cupped my cheek with his strong hand and pulled my lips into his mouth, sucking my lips and nibbling my mouth before strongly invading my mouth with his insistent tongue. His mouth was very wet and I just melted as he drooled and fucked my mouth with his tongue. I kept my mouth tight around his tongue and just held onto his neck while he groped my body, rubbing my tummy under my shirt, going up for my nipple with his right hand while snaking the other down the back of my pants, pushing them down so he could squeeze my cheeks. He stood up with me, pushing my pants (I wore no underwear) down and I stepped out. He pushed hard on both sides of my cheeks near my asshole, rubbing all the way to the bone. It had the strange effect of relaxing my asshole and I felt empty and ready to be mounted. We had only been kissing for about five minutes! He broke off and started sucking my neck hard, giving me a sucker mark, then going for my nipple and biting and nipping it. I looked over to see Laney on his back on the couch, Mike with his cock out dry- fucking between Laney's thighs while they kissed deeply, moaning while they felt each other up. Obviously they were getting along fine. "Let's move this into the bedroom where we can get more comfortable," said Rane. (to be continued...)

But I don’t want other stuff to drop out of it uncontrollably esp during work and social engagements

I think I posted most of this in other threads but I’ll repost here. For anon: blindfold, runner arm band to keep phone close while blindfolded, stash wrist band to keep poppers accessible while blindfolded. For appearance: harness, jockstrap, socks, shoes (sometimes), dog tags. For logistics: poppers, T, bottle of lube (preference for a 9x6 squeeze bottle), towel, hydration (water or Gatorade). Options: ball gag (I like the fort troff one), cock ring I like the idea of handcuffs but since I fuck in a public bathhouse sling I’d be concerned about safety if something went wrong or losing the key. I expect the bathhouse would tell me I couldn’t use them or kick me out if I tried. Idk, maybe I’m being paranoid. If anyone’s tried it lmk.

I’ve travelled alone to quite a few places in the past and definitely recommend it. One thing is to remember to always be aware of your surroundings and make sure your ID and some cash are safe on your body. For instance, it’s well known that American guys tend to keep their wallets in their back pockets. I’ve had guys grope and kiss me while making a move for my back pocket. I could feel their hands reaching in and fingers searching. I let them continue on cause I knew they were going to come up empty. Needless to say, quite a few of them just went on their way once they knew the “cupboard was bare.” I’ve also travelled with friends where the hook-up was caught by my friend trying to steal his watch in the hotel room. Everything valuable goes into a safe or locked in a suitcase. It’s not fun having to call security at 3am to have someone thrown out of the hotel.

It’s a great city to visit. People are very open minded and non judgmental. I second the idea to get a hotel in Schöneberg. Loads of gay bars etc. around there. I particularly enjoyed Bull on Kleiststraße, which is open 24 hours. Small, friendly (the clientele, not so much the staff, but I think that was mostly a language barrier on my part to be fair) and very sleazy. On a practical level, carry cash. Despite their reputation for efficiency, loads of places in Germany won’t take card.

i had not had under the stall sex in a long time... years. i would, but no of none around where i live, so it's been 20 years? i'm in Palm Springs and a Guy on Squirt sends me a note asking if i'm into "public sex." I responded: "i'm not shy, what do you have in mind," thinking He was exhibitionist and wanted to Cock me in front of others... hey, i'm a port for a storm. He explains He is in a restroom at Lowes and says it's "busy." i ask: "busy with sex or otherwise." He answers: "sex." And i respond: "on my way." When i get there, all 5 stalls are occupied, with a mix. But memory and rr etiquette kick in and i wait and the stall that opens is the best one. No GH, or even peep holes though. The Guy messages me and turns out He is in the stall next to me. As is usual in RR sex, we wait to make sure it's safe, which usually means others are very obviously there for sex, or you wait till others using the facility are gone. Finally, we are alone and He slides His legs and flaccid Cock under the stall, and i'm instantly on Him. i only have shorts and flip flops on, no underwear, so i'm easy access. but those are off as i suck Him. We get about 30 seconds of that before the RR door creaks open and we both retreat innocently. And, the RR fills back up. So, He invited me into His stall and i hesitated for about a micro second and joined Him. He got up on the toilet so there'd only be my feet in the stall, spread His legs and presented His Cock. Fuck Yeah, i went down on Him and He got hard very fast. God, it was good, our mutual lust was palpable. He held me on His cock and gagged me a few times, then wanted to fuck. So i turned around and presented my hole to Him, and after some awkward adjustments, He was in. In that position, He could not actually fuck, but it didn't matter because i'm pretty sure He came instantly as soon as He slid in. I don't think He was in much more than a minute or so. When He withdrew, i turned around and saw a drop of cum on His Cock and my mouth went right to it, and a reach around and my finger found a very creamy hole. We both looked at each other and silently mouthed: "Fuck Yeah!" i left, it was a sweet experience... but then, mutual sex always is for me.

I've been to Berlin a few times, and this is the one place where I'd strongly recommend taking the trip solo. You'll want to slut it up and don't want the worry of trying to negotiate with friends about what you end up doing and where you end up going. I'd say to try and pick a hotel around Schoeneberg (might be spelling that wrong) which is the gay area. Lots of opportunities for cruising and whatnot around there, and easy access to the gay bars. I've found Berlin to be a safe city overall - even when I was leaving the play parties during Folson at 3, 4, 5 a.m., no one was really bothering me while walking back to where I was going. I'm sure it's like most other major cities anywhere, really - don't do anything stupid to call attention to yourself, and you should be fine. Most of all enjoy, and feel free to tell us about your experience. I really do think it's the best city for some good action.

I'm guessing that neither of you are experienced Leathermen, or observers of the Leather Ethic. Thus, some foundational rules: 1. The "negotiation" is paramount, and takes place only with you and the sub. Once, I almost got ripped a new one here on BZ for suggesting meeting in a "neutral" location for the negotiation, for instance having lunch together at some cafe, which is entirely normal where I come from. It still makes me smile. The important thing isn't the location, it's the conversation/negotiation. For a successful scene, each guy must say what he wants truthfully and fully, and share with the other what he wants (and equally important) does not want to happen. A negotiation is as much a "meeting of the minds" as anything else, and crucial to the success of the scene. It sounds like you may be a bit of a novice at arranging Bd/Sm scenes, so thanks for asking about these protocols. Find out exactly what he means by "used". I would suggest that Ownership is out of the question in an initial scene, and don't even attempt it during your first scene. Ownership is serious business, and I'm guessing that neither of you know all that much about the other. 2. As the Dom in charge, it's your scene, and you transmit the agreed upon limits (arrived at during the negotiation between you and the sub only) to the to the other invitee's. You must follow the agreed upon acts to the letter, and be present at all times. The time for expansion of limits is after the initial scene, as an extension of the negotiation. 3. On the day/night of the scene, require his presence, and start the mindfuck well before the others are scheduled to arrive. It sounds to me like he's a novice, and the more you can attune his mind not merely to bottoming, but to submission before the other attendees arrive, the better. 4. To the "rope" issue: Make sure you have a sharp knife handy, in case the sub gets spooked. I prefer a sailing knife, but anything that can cut the bonds quickly and efficiently will do. Safety first. Know your knotwork. There are numerous kinds of knots that the bound guy cannot wriggle out of, but the Dom can release with one quick tug. Look them up, and start with nautical knots. It sounds to me like the scene you're proposing is a Breeding event, with a little Bd thrown in to spice things up. As the Dom, you are 100% responsible for the welfare of the sub, and his well-being is entirely in your hands. Never ever allow a sub under your control to be injured or used in any way other than what is proscribed in the initial negotiation. You, and no one else, are responsible for what does/does not happen, so plan the scene carefully. A hot D/s scene can leave everyone involved grinning like a gang of Cheshire cats, sated and soaked in new, thrilling pleasures. But it does take intensive advance-work. If you'd like, you may message me (or any other experienced Leatherman on BZ, I'm sure) with any further questions. Good Luck !!!

I have been traveling solo since I was 20 and for sure the best and most sleazy times have always been when traveling solo. Whenever I have travelled with other gay friends, with one exception, it has stopped me releasing my true inner pig. The one exception, happened to be in Berlin, but we had both been there alone before and we had a plan to pig out together and fuck we sure did. The first time I went to Berlin, it was still West Berlin and the wall was still up, I had a total sleazy ball and that was at the height of the AIDS crisis too, but it didnt stop Berlin action. People are very friendly welcoming and Very fuckin sleazy Definitely go on you own, don't go with anyone.

i'm in Palm Springs for a few days. Guy contacted me on Squirt, he was in a restroom at a Lowes, said it was "busy." Haven't done RR in a long time, but... muscle memory? i ended up going and all 5 stalls were full, some doing business, others looking for sex. We ended up in a stall next to each other and in a lull He slid under and i sucked Him a few before someone else entered the restroom and we both retreated. He invited me into His stall, and hormones being what they are, i went. He got up on the toilet so there'd only be two feet in the stall, spread His legs and offered His Cock and i sucked some more. He got hard pretty fast and wanted to fuck me... which is what i always want, so i turned around and positioned for Him to slide in. It was an awkward position for both of us and He had a hard time getting in at first, but we both prevailed, He came as soon as He got in. There was not really any fucking, He just penetrated me and came, and i did not know until He withdrew and i turned around and He said: "fuck yeah!!" and i saw a drop of cum on His cock, which i immediately suck off. A quick check of my hole and i had a nice creamy load. He was happy, so was i. i thanked Him for His cock and seed and left.

While general terms like "Dom" and "sub" help us communicate a direction, they are too broad and undefined in their unpacked form. Personally, i do not see any relationship working, or approaching being a "relationship," without communication. As i see it, the D/s dynamic is about connecting needs/desire from two opposite poles. Spend any amount of time with BDSM folk, and you'll see very quickly that there are myriad expressions of both Dominance and submission. You may connect to stuff like ropes and whips, he may want to dress like a French maid and clean your house. You may perceive him as having an asshole and cock to be caged, and he may see himself as having a clit and a pussy. The list is as endless as are people... individuals. Again, just my views here, but i believe until the two of you communicate about how you each perceive and experience Dom/sub, you won't know where your needs/desires aline and the relationship will be generic at best.

I love travelling solo when on sexcation. You can do exactly what you want when you want, and with no-one to hold you back, you can let your inner pig fly. You’ll have a great time!

Glad to be here with others of my kind.

So I have only gone raw with one guy. He’s been breeding me 1-2 times a week. We did start with a condom but in the heat of the moment I told home I wanted it raw, been doing it that was ever since. I see a lot of bottoms on here saying they will only bottom raw. I didn’t notice a feeling difference on my end. Obviously he enjoys bare more. I do enjoy walking around after filled with his cum though. Does anyone else not really notice if they are raw or not? I know we are goi g to try and break a condom at some point because that’s something he wants to try. Maybe then I’ll notice a difference.

Prefer poz guys myself

fuck I want more

The pic is is not me. Its an AI generated porn image I found on Twitter. ☑️ But thanks. 😀 When the Metaverse is up and running I will be virtually moving next door to him. By that time Grindr will be history like AOL chat rooms, Yahoo groups and Craigslist m4m. 😀

Yeah, that's a turn off for me too. I like to fuck guys who don't talk to much, some grunts and groans. If they want my load, I just want them to say nothing or one time "cum in me man" I don't want a roll play. Otherwise, when I am close, I might ask "do you want this mate?". A hot tradie guy, from a month ago, he just rubbed some lube in his ass when I was standing behind him. We didn't even say a word.

I bred Ali Adamos in Houston last Sunday night. My first time in his pussy. Such a cute cumdump. Great bubble ass too. I can't wait to get back in there.

Chapter 66: We retreated to my room, stripped and I got naked between my two dads. We all hugged, kissed and caressed each other. My step dad suggested we call the restaurant and have the twin waiter deliver our food. While we waited, my real dad asked my step dad if his wife would notice the wet spot on the bed. He said probably, but he fucked her there before she left so likely wouldn't wonder about it. My real dad asked if they were playing safe and he said no, the one thing in common they loved was raw sex. My step dad said he told her he wasnt really sure about starting a family, and he suggested a condom, and she just said she was on the pill, but if she got pregnant, by the time the baby was born he and i would be closely bonded. My step dad told him I hope you know she fucks around on the side also. My step dad said he had suspicions, but glad he confirmed it. My dad said there were two reasons they broke up. First of all, she discovered he was gay and second he knew she was fooling around. When she confronted him, he said at least gay guys take it up the ass, and love to suck cock without having to put peanut butter on it first! My step dad just laughed and told him it took whipped cream to get her to suck his cock. I told my two dads they could discuss while I sucked both their cocks. Just after I started there was a knock at the door, saying room service. My dad's came pretty much in unison as I continued to alternate between their cocks. My face and was covered in their poz seed, and my mouth was also filled with their precious seed The waiter rolled the cart bedside, and my dad asked which covered dish was his. The waiter removed the dome, and my real dad said that's the biggest sausage you have? The waiter grabbed his crotch and said no, his was, but it was a special order! The waiter then whipped out his cock and said see? He said it wasn't Tuesday, but he could possibly offer a 2 for Tuesday with his twin, who had a similar sized cock. My dad asked if he could spend the night in my room, and invite them. I said sure, joking they would be having sex, while his step dad and mom were having sex, and using whipped cream to get a blow job! The waiter just laughed and said he thought the whipped cream would be used in a kinky manner, but not like that! My dad asked if they had any peanut butter deserts, and he said their peanut butter pie was amazing. My dad said they would order 2 slices tonight, and make sure they were covered in whipped cream! We all laughed. The waiter said if he had the chance, he'd add some of his cream to it too. With that the waiter said he'd call the room later to confirm if his twin could make it, and at what time. My real dad said he'd get his tip later tonight.

I have taken a piece out of a story I wrote a while back. A lot of content is from my own experiances..Enjoy..... On the one side there were rooms off on each side, with monitors offering porn, a larger porn theatre space at the end, and on the other side, dim openings leading into darker rooms that had a rubber doorway. I decided if nothing was happening there, then it would be time to leave, I jumped nervously, I felt a hand reaching for my thigh, undoing my towel, pulling my cock out of my jockstrap and a hot mouth engulfed my dick and with that touch and mouth, it made me gasp. I sniffed poppers deeply and felt naked men, mix of hairy smooth, hard dicked men pushing me through the Rubbery door. I was in complete darkness, poppers kicking in, what was this room? Hands, mouths on me, men trying to kiss me, my nipples being pulled. I could not see anyone or anything, it was so Fucking DARK.., I felt genuinly scared, I felt my Jockstrap being pulled off me, i tried to resist, I had had too much poppers, what was happening?? I felt that I had floated into this darkened pit. I kissed a bearded mouth back who had invaded my mouth with his tongue, ge held me in the dark by my throat whilst I was being groped, sucked, arse cheeks being pulled open, totally violated.......

What would I think upon learning that your previous response was written by an AI in response to your prompts? My response would be to thank you for illustrating my point perfectly - the AI clearly captured, distilled, concentrated, and regurgitated exactly the biases you wanted to express - even better, as you claim, then you could have yourself. Your whole exercise is undermined when you ask it if it would like you to tell it what happens, and it responds that it would be interested. No, it would not. It’s a fucking pile of algorithms. It can’t, and doesn’t, have likes and dislikes. It doesn’t have curiosity, therefore it doesn’t have interests. You’re chatting away with it as though it’s a person, and there’s no one there. You even call it “him” - you assign it a gender. That’s all a reflection of your own bias. It doesn’t have a cock, bro. As to the content, it’s not even particularly insightful. You asked it a general question about ethics, and got a rather general reply about ethics. Its analysis of the psychosocial dynamic is also kind of textbook. You say you’re not sure you’ll have a lot more to say - of course you won’t. You didn’t even say what you said. Because your brain didn’t do the honest thinking to generate it, it has nothing to add. And here’s the kicker, dude, and the thing that’s going to make AI so pernicious - now that I know that anything you write might not be genuine, I’m never going to believe you’ve written another word you say, or give credit for any of it. If we can’t tell the difference between you and fake-you, we can’t trust any of you. I’m not afraid of the unknown - I spent a career that included climbing into pitch-dark holes that no human being had ever entered before. It’s the known that frightens me. Human beings have demonstrated, from the first caveman who ever picked up a stick and decided it would be a good idea to hit someone with it, to the most recent naïve guy who decided to use AI to misrepresent his own ability to make an argument, that whenever we’re presented with a new technology, we will abuse it. You think we shouldn’t dive into the deep end and that there will be unforeseen complications? No shit. The foreseen complications are bad enough. That’s why 1,100 high-profile men and women in fields associated with AI have co-signed an open letter calling for an immediate 6-month halt to further AI development until its profound risks to civilization can be assessed. Read the letter here: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://futureoflife.org/open-letter/pause-giant-ai-experiments/ Signatories to the letter are now approaching 30,000. Elon Musk was one of the originals, and he’s been funding the damn thing. But since I’m functionally having this discussion with an AI, I’m just going to fully ethically tell the AI to go fuck itself, because it has no self-respect to be disrespected, and no feelings to hurt.

I am mostly new to raw too, mostly been a rubber guy except for a few guys here and there, but when I go without rubber, topping, I get way more sensation and comfort. I changed my driving route recently and I meet a few guys where trucks and construction guys park up, at the side of the highway. There is a bit of a forest and shelter trees there. I just take a tube of lube and leave the rubbers at the bottom of my pocket, just incase. I have met a few guys over the last few weeks there, so far, the construction workers have never asked for a rubber, I used to just roll them on every time. The other day, I saw a concreting contractor, I saw him walking in the forest, he gave me a few glances, and did not walk away when I walked over to him. I suggested walking to a very sheltered place, because it was mid afternoon and there were a few people around, he knew the spot. When we got into the forest clearing, he just right away stripped off his hoodie and shirt and pulled his rugby shorts down around his work boots. He was built, with loads of tattoos. I stripped off my fishing shirt and orange high-vis shirt and gave him a big bear hug. We mucked around for a while, touching a bit, I was truing to work out what he was into, I don't like to ask or be asked, I like to feel it out for myself. After ten minutes, I stepped back and turned him around, rubbed my cock up his crack. He loved it. I loved it. I pulled him in close. I grabbed my tube of lube and we made ourselves comfortable, I slowly edged in, just starting with he tip. He needed to get used to it - slowly. This guy is bigger than me, so I was really turned on hugging him tight and being close, so he could feel my breath on his neck. We worked our way closer for about ten minutes, he started to say, when you cum, I want your cum in me. We fucked slowly and at times quickly for quite a long time, he was up against a tree. There were some good arm thick branches on the trees. The afternoon was mild and there was no need to rush. I really enjoyed that we were just about completely naked. I heard some guys, far away talking, walking by a couple of times, we could not be seen. I enjoyed my cock in him, raw, I like the way you can feel the skin on skin, just a little bit of friction. He was breathing pretty hard, and I thought he was close, so I went a bit harder and started to get close. He asked me to cum in him again, I started to shudder. I stayed in him for a bit, I dropped a few drops in the leaf litter. He did not cum, I got in front of him and we wrapped out bodies together. After a couple of minutes, I started playing with is cock, he got really hard, I stood to the side, me and him started jacking him. I got behind him again, my cock was getting hard again, I rubbed my cock on his hole, nice and slippery with cum and lube. I kept jacking him and I put my tip in him again, started working it in and out a bit. He started to shudder, he blew a big load, I got in front of him and tasted some of his shots. I cleaned his cock off. He pulled me up and we had another bear hug for a couple of minutes before getting our clothing sorted out. We put ourselves back together and started out of the forest. We must have been an hour or almost an hour. I like how spontaneous it is without stopping to put on the rubber. I get the feeling that sometimes, I tend to just be into a jack off session, because that is more natural - spontaneous, nothing to get between a couple of guys.

I had a similar situation with an older married guy who I'd meet up with once a week or so. I didn't feel any real difference. Of course it was extremely exciting when he took me bare because I knew he was going to be pumping my ass full. It was a psychological rush more that accented the physical pleasure.

Part 3 I turned to the stall door and placed my hand on the lock. I knew that if I opened the lock, there was no turning back. I was giving my ass and my virgin asshole over to the whim of a guy who I had only seen once two nights ago. A guy whose name I didn’t even know. My only hope was that after he got what he wanted, he’d let me go. Slowly, but with what sounded like the tolling of a death bell, I turned the lock and swung the door open. I saw a guy walking out of the bathroom and he turned and looked at me as I opened the door. He looked at me and spat, “faggot” and walked out. I became even more disgusted with myself as I turned around and walked to the opposite stall wall. I pulled the blindfold down and tightened the strap. I stood there for what felt like hours, but was probably only seconds when I felt a hand brush my ass. I jumped at the touch but was immediately shoved into the wall. “He was right about your ass. He’s gonna have a lot of fun breaking you down boy.” I didn’t recognize the voice, but I could smell cigarette smoke and sweat on him. I felt the guy grab my cuffed wrist and lift it up. He chuckled, “I see you think you could get away with a fake cuffing. Let me help you with that.” He tightened the cuff slowly, click by click, until it was just tight around my wrist. “We don’t want your throwing wrist to get hurt now do we, Joey?” I turned in the direction of his voice, realizing that whoever set me up for this knew a lot more. I tried to say something, to beg for him to let me go, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle of words. A sharp slap to my right cheek, and the direction, “Face the wall, bitch.” I felt tears in my eyes, from pain of the slap, fear of what I had gotten myself into and the humiliation of being called a bitch. I felt my wrist get pulled back down and I was told, “Take hold of the railing,” which I did. My left wrist was grabbed and the second cuff was attached, one click looser than the right one. “Try and pull away,” the unknown man told me. I tried and discovered that cuffs were locked in around the handrail, leaving me nowhere to go. I felt hand at my waist and was directed to step backwards. I stepped back until I was as far as my arms would let me go. I also realized that my ass was touching something rough and hard which was soon shoved forward. Realizing what it was, the guy just grunted, “Damn I wish I could fuck you. My dick is hard, but I’m sure you realize that.” A chuckle and a smack on my left cheek, the guy reached down and grabbed the paper bag that had my escape in it. “I’ll be holding on to these for you. I’ll let him know you’re ready, but I’m sure he’s been watching.” I heard him walk out and warn someone, “ No touching. That bitch in there is His property.” Who the fuck is this guy that I’m somehow so low that I am property of? I heard guys walk in and they’d make comments like, “Damn, love to dump in that ass,” or “Disgusting queer.” All the comments made me cry more and wish that I had left earlier, or never came here years ago. Finally, there was a sound of a guy walking in that sounded different, like boots or a commanding walk. There was no comment made, and the sound got louder and louder which made me realize the wait was over. The hell was about to begin. “Spread your legs you little faggot. Let me see that cunt you wouldn’t give me.” I took a few steps apart, and he only said, “Wider faggot.” I stepped further apart, starting to get sore. “Stupid punk, you’re gonna learn the hard way.” I felt his foot touch my right foot and with more ease than should be possible, he moved my right foot another foot away my left, leaving me precariously balanced. “There’s that little pussy. I’m going to love wrecking it. How many times you been fucked queer? That hot ass is probably pretty popular with the guys at your school.” I shook my head and tried to say something. “What do you mean? Your ass isn’t popular or, wait. You’re not a virgin are you?” I slowly nodded my head. “Holy Jesus Fuckin Christ. You serious? You never taken a cock up that fine hole?” On saying that, he put a finger on my hole, causing me to try and pull away. A hard slap on my ass, and a warning, “Don’t you ever pull away from me bitch. It’s only gonna make it worse for you.” I squealed around the ball gag and nodded my head. “That’s a good little bitch. By the way, you can scream as loud as you want with that ball gag. It’s kept many sluts quiet while I destroy their holes.” I felt his hands reach up and touch the back of my head. “let me tighten that up, don’t want you letting it out of that fine mouth of yours.” “Now, let’s get down to the real reason you’re here. You came here tonight because you know you need to get fucked. You know you’ve been fighting this need for years. I’ve seen you here, showing that hot little ass of to all the truckers. Teasing them with it, but never letting them break you in to the little faggot cum dump you know you really are. Isn’t that true?” I shook my head vigorously, denying his accusations. “What do you mean no? Then why did you ask me Friday night, no beg me, to do this? You hit me up online, begging me to set this up? Make me get the handcuffs from a cop, to lock you up so you couldn’t change your mind again? Beg me for the blindfold so you could pretend you didn’t know me? And the ball gag, since you said you were gonna scream when I rammed my dick up your ass?” I shook my head again. “And you asked me to record this so you could have a video of you being turned out like a little whore, taking my raw cock in your boi pussy?” Oh god, what had I gotten myself into? He was recording this? Cum dump? I love swallowing cum, but that’s it. I was never going to get fucked without a condom and never take a load in my ass, even with a condom. I wasn’t that kind of guy.

Part 2 I sent back a response begging for another way out, but only received one response, “This account has been deleted.” I sat there starting at the message, thinking this was just some really disgusting joke, or that I was having a nightmare. But it seemed to be too real for it to be a joke. I saw the picture again, and the audio file. I tried negotiating with myself, trying to figure out any other way out of this. I couldn’t think of anything that would work, that would prevent the video from getting out. I also knew that if my coach found out, I’d be kicked off the team and lose my scholarship. The coach was a real right-wing freak and he’d drum me out faster than I could beg for a chance. As the minutes dragged by, I came to the realization that my only option was going to be to show up at the rest stop and beg the guy face to face to not do this. I had no desire to get fucked, to lose my virginity to some random guy in a smelly restroom at a freeway rest stop. I looked at the clock and it was almost 6:00pm. I knew that, from reading stories, I needed to clean my ass out, so I went and got an enema kit, and spent the next hour cleaning my ass out until my guts hurt, but the water was clear. Putting on my jockstrap, I dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and slowly trudged to the car. The thoughts going through my head were words to use to beg the guy or to think of how much money I could scrounge up to try and buy my way out. Neither of those seemed to be a viable option. Without really noticing the drive, I was pulling into the rest stop at 9:25 and parking in the last available spot. There seemed to be more cars tonight then I had ever noticed before and all the truck spots were filled as well. At 9:30, I walked in to the restroom and found two urinals occupied, and one stall open. The guys at the urinals looked at me as I walked in, then looked back down. I walked to the handicap stall and saw a brown paper bag in the corner. I closed and locked the door, and leaned back against it. I had not seen the guy from the other night, so knew there was no way out. It seemed like an hour, but in two seconds I had picked up and opened the bag. On the top was a slip of paper, which I took out. Typed and printed on the paper was the following message: “Hello you little fucking prude. I see that my earlier message was something you chose to follow directions on. Did you like the picture and the audio? Trust me when I say that the audio is even better when it’s on screen cumming out of your mouth. Now, I hope you followed my instruction and wore a jockstrap, because it will really make getting into that fine hairy pussy of yours a little easier. In the bag you will find three things, which you will be wearing for the next few minutes: a blindfold, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs. All three will be so that you don’t do anything stupid while you’re earning your way out of this. First, you’re going to strip down to your shoes and jockstrap and put the clothes in the bag. Next, you will insert the ball gag into your cocksucking mouth which I’ve already learned is very talented. Next, you will attach one of the cuffs to the wrist of your choice. You’ll then unlock and open the stall door all the way. Finally you will put the blindfold on and face the wall with the hand rail, so that hot ass is facing the doorway. Once that is all done, you will stand like that and wait for further instruction.” I heard guys come in, piss and leave while I was reading this. For a moment, I thought about putting the bag down and leaving, willing to take my chances. But something kept me from leaving. Fear? Or excitement? I set the bag down and stripped out of the sweats and t-shirt. I took the items out of the bag and put the clothes in. I looked at the ball gag and was disgusted by the site of teeth marks in it. Apparently this sick fuck has used it on other guys, guys who probably were into this kind of shit. I opened my mouth, put the ball in and strapped it behind my head. I looked at the cuffs and they looked like real police cuffs. I put one on my right wrist, fastening it at the first click I heard, leaving it loose. I slipped the blindfold on, placing it on my forehead for the time being. Deep in my head, I heard a voice screaming at me to stop this and get the hell out of there. I wish I had listened…

she'd always had lots of gay guy friends. a __ hag, right. we'd gotten married right after high school in rural texas but moved to houston before the year was out and etched out a small life there. kalyn (i know) was sweet but dumb and thought that loving sex and the city made her progressive. she picked up some crappy jobs and made friends with a lot of gay guys. this was odd to me since i knew she was a huge homophobe. one night I tried to play with her asshole and she ridiculed me for being gay. "You know pussy is enough for most guys that aren't faggots." she was right about one thing though, pussy wasn't enough for me because I also wanted dick. we had started having pot luck dinners with kalyn's friends. mostly gay guys. it was lots of fun. one night we had ted and george over--pretty much our closest friends. kalyn had a little too much of her crappy wine and forgot who she was talking to and mocked me for being gay. George replied, "Oh well if he's gay we should probably have sex" "oh I didn't mean it like that." "No, we must find out if your husband is a disgusting fag." kalyn looked bereft. she hadn't meant to offend her buddies, but she was super dumb. I decided to exploit the opportunity. "let's get you to bed, okay?" **** I put Kalyn to bed and came back out. George and Ted were still there. They were both super gay. and hot. "Sorry about that. i dunno what to say, but she's kinda super homophobic." "Anyway, let me show you something." I went to a top kitchen cupboard and pulled down a dvd. i popped it in the xbox 360 and took a seat next to Ted on the couch. I pushed play. some gay porn started up. A skinny white guy was laying in a sex swing and getting fucked in the ass bareback by a biker looking guy. ted started laughing, "so you are a faggot!" george looked bemused. we all watched the porno. the first top ejaculated in the bottom's ass. "you ever taken a dick?" ted asked. "no. just a fantasy. i haven't actually fucked anyone but kalyn." i watched intently as the next man slid his penis inside the bottom. "you know you're getting fucked tonight, right?" i didnt respond for like 30 seconds, and ted and george waited patiently. "what if she wakes up?" "don't worry, i can tell she is OUT. and anyway, we'll be cool if she gets up." i didn't say anything but i got up and took off all my clothes. "Do you have any lube?" "Yeah hang on". I went into the darkened bedroom and poked around the nightstand. I found some warming lube I'd bought for our anniversary a few months back. i could see that Kalyn was zonked. i pulled the comforter up around her shoulders. I went back to the living room and closed the bedroom door. I handed the lube to Ted "ok i guess this'll have to do" I got naked and took off the back couch cushions, tossing them over the back. i pressed my torso against the seat of the couch and stuck my ass in the air. Ted lubed my hole and his cock. he slid all the way inside me in one move. I gasped. fuck that was intense! Ted fucked me like a slut, and fair enough. i struggled to take his dick but if i was going to try gay sex, i wasn't going to give up so easily. eventually, i stopped panicking and started enjoying the sensation. as he got close to cumming, ted started weirdly narrating what was happening. "yeah im about to nut in this chick's husband." i realized george had his phone out and was filming. "oh fuck yeah" ted pushed into me and george got up close. "this slut really is tight." "you were a virgin huh?" i turned my face out of the couch to say "yup". george was up close with his camera and obviously got a clear shot of me.fuck it. i got up on my elbows and said right into the lens "but im thinking about being a cumslut now." ted began to ejaculate in me, pounding my hole franticly. "oh fuck yeah bitch" he said a little too loud for comfort. he withdrew and i climbed up on the couch, laying on my back as i felt semen and lube slide out of my hole.ted was heading to the bathroom, which required going through the bedroom where kalyn was passed out. "hey could you grab a towel" i called after quietly. *** hello, i'd like to make some friends here. message me!

Like saved loads from a cup or bottle? Anyone else like when they nearly gag from the saltiness of it?

I’ve been doing anon pump and dump scenarios periodically over the last 10 years across mostly Canada and occasionally the US as both a top and bottom and I thought that I’d draft a guide document for anyone thinking of organizing it to be a cumdump bottom for the first time. Hope this helps and let me know if I’ve forgotten anything. Checklist of main things to pack (not exhaustive): Change of clothes Lube (I prefer vaseline as the main lubricator- cheap and will keep your hole operational the entire night and in addition, a small sized silicone lube placed on the bed where the top can spot it in low lighting. I prefer small sizes because I’ve had a top be way too excessive with the lube. Totally wasteful and messy) Condoms (obviously not our preference but I’ve found having it explicitly stated as an option in your ad raises your response rate substantially. You can always request them to cum on your hole afterwards or get the load out of the used condom afterwards. I’ve had some hot straight guys that will only do safe. Best not to restrict your options imo) Jockstraps (I bring spares because when one is soaked with cum and cold and clammy it’s a bit uncomfortable) Poppers (make sure the tops dont steal it afterward. I like the european ones that have the evaporation resistant caps so the poppers stay strong and avoids spillage which has happened to me before due to clumsiness and not being able to see) glasses/ contact case and solution (hotel rooms are dry and my eyes dry out after a couple fucks) Blindfold (the first few times I did it I cheated and used a see through blindfold (amazon) because I was scared that something would happen. But now I do it properly using a cheapie I think I got from dollar store - more of an immersive experience and I think the really paranoid discrete ones are more comfortable with a heightened level of anonymity. This is optional for some people depending on their comfort level I think. I don’t recommend going for any kinky mask or gear or hood etc without clearing it with your respondent first. I remember showing up as an anon top to a hotel room and the btm was decked out in gear. I would normally be ok with it but was just surprised and kinda pissed that he didnt at least give me a heads up. Laptop and hdmi cord (if you plan to play porn as an ambience. Personally when topping I’ve found the porn volume to be distracting if too loud and was a little nervous the neighbors would hear. Also you might not want to pull out anything too kinky. Alot of the respondents are straight and/or new to gay sex. They’re delicate - don’t weird em out before you get their load) Water (stay hydrated. Try to avoid eating though and absolutely no coffee unless you want to spend another 45 min douching) Phone charger Anything you need for comfort or to keep you entertained during your downtime when you’re waiting for the next guy Any cosmetic or bathroom items that you might need Duck tape (I use this to keep the door from locking. More sustainable than using the door latch which I’ve found some tops reset) Cap, optional (I like the sporty look.. Plus added bonus of keeping the tops from grabbing your hair if they make you suck their dick) Mouthwash (some guys will surprise you with unexpected kissing and cuddling so best have good breath in preparation for that. I personally love it when blindfolded - really heightens the experience without having the person’s attractiveness bias your state of mind.) Bottle douche or small plastic bottle of water Plastic bag (to put all your gross stuff in when you’re done) Any party drugs that you might use, a cumdump session is a good time for them (I guess kinda controversial but it makes it funner. Dont go overboard as you still want to retain the ability to react if the top starts to do sketchy shit like try and steal from you or be overly rough or something. I’ve never had any major problems like stealing etc. but I’ve had one guy be overly rough with a thick 8 incher - honestly not cool at all even with poppers and makes subsequent fucks less enjoyable and less accessible as the muscles tighten up. Since then it’s something that I keep in mind. Honestly, having a clear mind is much more enjoyable for me in my experience than say getting drunk before doing it. One of the cool things about anon is your heightened sense of awareness as you hear the top open the door, hear his belt buckle and his zip and feeling his body warmth before feeling his cock. It’s fun) Tips: Location is very important - don’t just choose a hotel/motel carelessly. I think tops are more likely to travel to you if it’s close by so pick somewhere densely populated. One time I picked a hotel that was right beside a truck stop rest area and got a good bit of trucker loads. Certain hotels have put in curfews due to covid where you need your room key to enter the front entrance. This sucks but is generally restricted to 3.5/4+ star hotels. A huge chunk of your respondents are discrete and some of them are next level paranoid. I’ve had guys cancel because the room location required that they pass through the lobby as opposed to being accessible from the parking lot. I personally use super 8 or travelodge if the location is ok because of parking lot access, price and I think they are less likely to react if they notice guys showing up . I’ve found the best rates to be on hotwire. I don't think it's a good idea to use your home as an anon pump n dump location. Although you're saving money, I think you risk theft of your possessions and revealing your identity to someone you may know or who may use this information against you. Not worth it. Call ahead (like the morning of) and request early check in. If they have clean rooms most will be ok with it. I’ve gotten in as early as 10 am (normal check in is 3pm) before. The more time you have the more loads you can get. Scheduling has never kinda worked for me. I think a reasonable standard allotment would be a 30 min interval. Most guys cum quick- like 5 min or less. I’ve found that being open about possible overlaps is preferable than having them be surprised. Remember, some of them are delicate - they will flee at the first sign of something not going according to plan. Douching needs to be done exhaustively until the juices run clear. Remember that you’re planning to get fucked for a long time frame so make sure you do it properly. I use a hose attachment that connects to my shower fixture( you can find it on amazon). Unfortunately, most hotels’ shower fixture can’t attach to it so you need a separate bottle douche or if you’re ghetto like me use a bottle of water (thin plastic is easier). Try to watch your diet the day before - keep it minimal and no coffee and no fatty foods. Avoid eating during your cumdump hours Obviously use a throwaway email account. Protect your identity and dont have your name anywhere. If you’re doing this locally, use a different grindr account. The last thing you want to do is hurt your normal hookup chances because the guys in your area now know you’re into anon cumdumping. In fact, it might be better to just head out of town and slut it up where no one knows you or could somehow recognize you. Most guys will be fine but a small set of guys will be troublesome. Occasionally you may come across tops that takes a wayyy too long a time to cum (imo 1hr+ cuz they want to edge and didnt bring it up beforehand is unacceptable), or that try to hang around and watch without asking (yes, very creepy), or that just can’t get it up at all (it happens, no judgement, but sucks from a sex point of view), or that completely ditch the concept of a pump n dump and start doing everything from massages to small talk to whatever (breeding is #1 priority!). This point might be controversial because I think some bottoms might take submissiveness to the extreme and just allow the top to do whatever but I feel like this approach can definitely screw up your plans for the day. The way I approach these scenarios is to be polite but clearly communicate that I’m not comfortable with this or that and if things really cant get back on track, then I suggest that maybe things arent working well today and maybe we should just call it off or take a break or something. Don’t be judgemental or critical - it might not be their fault or they didn’t understand the scenario or something. Be mindful that you are after all in a room alone with a stranger. Be kind but communicate clearly if you’re uncomfortable. Secure your valuables. Ideally the room has a safe. If it doesn’t, might be better to keep your wallet etc in the car than risk the chance of being exposed to theft. Keep any stuff that needs to be in the room hidden to minimize temptation. Just in case Example Ad template: Obviously, your ad is super important. Your goal is to maximize the number of loads you can get and you want to communicate your expectations as clearly as possible. Definitely include a picture as it will hugely affect your response rate. Spend some time to try and get a good butt shot that hopefully will pass through doublelist and locanto’s restrictions. I personally like natural lighting and an angle that makes your butt look as big as possible.I have no idea what their criteria is. I’ve had some butt pics pass but be rejected in a later ad and vice versa. Remember to renew your ads and repost them on the day. The majority of my respondent demographic has always been guys in their 40s to 50s, some married. So imo it makes sense to renew after standard work hours when they’re likely to be home and have free time. Make sure that all your stats and details are correct. I think many guys when browsing will be suspicious of fake ads so try and aim to be clear so there is no misunderstanding. Craigslist was by far the best platform for this kind of thing but y’know rip. I use squirt message boards, doublelist, locanto, bbrt and grindr. Takes some micromanaging but the more you can distribute your ad the higher the rate will be. Though understandably you may have preferences on the kinds of guys you want showing up, consider that 1) you wont see them anyways, you’ll just feel their dick if they stick to the standard pump n dump expectation 2) the majority of guys wont show up so you might not want to be too picky. I personally still request basic stats (though most will send in the first email) just because it’s nice to visualize when getting fucked by him and helps me kinda keep track of my fucks for the day. A template of one I used this past weekend is below. Other examples can be found in the cumdump poppers trainer video (google it). I posted an initial one 2 weeks before the date I was kinda aiming for to get an idea if anyone would be interested before committing to booking and setting a date. I then edited it the Friday of the weekend to include the date and location and either refreshed it or just posted a new ad. I got a decent response rate but I think there’s room for improvement. Just my speculation but I think certain key words in your ad might help or hinder you depending on the culture of your area eg cumdump, loads, pump n dump. Calgary kinda sucks for this kind of thing anyway. My largest response rate has been in Seattle so far. Pride week especially in whatever city is also a great time. Most guys regardless of city will not follow through, maybe 10-20% on an average session will legit show up. Saturdays or public holidays are good days to set up — Hoping to organize an anonymous pump and dump scenario at my hotel room. Me: <insert your stats> Scenario: The door will be left propped open. When you come in, the room will be dark and quiet and I'll be naked ass up face down blindfolded and in a jockstrap. Lube and condoms (optional) will be to the side of the bed. Pull your cock out, use my ass to bust a load, then zip up and head out. No strings, no complications, no bs. Just straightforward easy and convenient fucking. Completely discrete. I haven't set a date or location yet - just trying to get an idea if anyone would be interested. Serious only. Feel free to ask if you have any questions. — Overall, if you’re new to anon fun and thinking of trying it, I say take the plunge and go for it. It’s a different experience from a normal hookup and one major advantage is that a surprising number of hot (based on cock/body pic and when I used to cheat with my blindfold) straight/bi (unconfirmed) discrete guys will show up for this. It definitely helps though to do a bit of planning or think some things through beforehand.

It has all seemed so normal. Todd hadn't known anyone at State. The 19 year old had left his small town home where his only fuck buddy was a football star on his high school team. When Todd was assigned Dan as a roomie, he was happy to have a football player. After all Todd's major was athletic training. What a break to have an in with the football team. Dan was a Soph who knew the ropes. He took Todd under his wing; helped him learn which profs to avoid, how to get free cable tv, got him a fake ID, and introduced him to homebrew. The last was Todd's downfall. Dan said that it was an acquired taste. Todd discovered that it was. After the first month, Todd could hardly hide his hardon from Dan. Dan was 6'5" with shoulders like a bull elephant. His body had a covering of dark hair and his beard, well let's say he had 5 o'clock shadow by 9 am. His strong dark eyes showed strength of purpose. It was too much for Todd who was blond, lean, and virually hairless. His blue eyes sparkled in an attractive way. It was Todd's cock that made him different. It was almost nine inches. He was always embarassed by the size in comparison to his 5'8" stance. He had manage to catch a glimpse of Dan from time to time. He was large, Todd knew, but buried in public hair. It was a free weekend for football and Dan asked Todd if he wanted to go to some friends. It was byob so Dan and Todd were filling the cork topped bottles with the homebrew. They loaded them in an old wooden soda case and started for the party. It was mostly guys that Todd didn't know in a townie's house. The house was run down and a good distance from the city. When they entered, Todd thought warm beer, no good. Dan had a co2 fire extinguisher from the rec center to cool them as needed. After the 3rd beer, the guys put pornos in to watch. They were home made and Todd could see Dan pumping pussies. It made him uncomfortable as his dick began to rise. When Dan handed Todd the 4th beer, he had already opened it. Todd thought nothing of it. Good old Dan. After a few minutes the room began to be unclear and soon Todd was out cold. Dan picked him up and was led by the 7 other guys to the basement. It wasn't that he didn't know the way, Dan had been here many times before. In fact, the porn scenes from the vid were filmed here. The guys pulled out their blue pills and swallowed. It would be about 10 minutes before Todd came to. While they waited they pulled out the blunts, smoking and passing them around. When Todd began to stir, they all moved over to him. Dan slapped him to wake him. Todd found himself strapped in the sling, naked, surrounded by naked jocks with amazingly hard cocks. He wondered if it was a dream. He saw the glass pipe that Dan was using, he saw the torch, he saw Dan inhale the cloud. When Dan blew the cloud into Todd's mouth, Todd wanted to cough. Dan held the boy's nose and mouth tightly shut. He repeated the action 3 times. As the drug began to work on the strung up boy, Dan said, " I know what you want. You will get my cock tonight and at least 7 others. Do you want it?" Todd could only nod in disbelief. The redheaded guy brought Dan a baggie filled with crystals. Dan licked his middle finger and pushed it deep in Todd's waiting ass. Todd like the fell of the finger but there was a burning sensation. Dan repeated the action three times. Todd felt hornier than he had ever felt. He begged someone to touch his cock which must be huge by now. They laughed. Dan said, "Boy, that cock has done shrivelled up into your body, and he rubbed across to prove it to the amazed boy." Todd's ass needed it. He craved it. He begged someone to fuck him. All deferred making him plead. Dan finally said, "Okay, boy. I go first. You will never be the same." Todd begged, "I need it!" Dan wet the head of his purple cock and stuck it in the bag of crystals, then into the waiting boycunt. He loved fucking and it showed. Todd urged him on every thrust answered with a pleasured moan. It took Dan almost ten minutes of hard fucking to leave a huge load in the boy. He pulled out and had Todd lick his still purple cock. Meanwhile the redhead stepped up. He teased Todd with just the head of his cock. Todd yelling fuck me, man. Please fuck this ass! Slowly but surely the other six left loads in Todd's pulsing cunt. Then, they went for another round. After the redhead's second turn, he left the circle of guys long enough to return with 2 syringes. Todd felt the rubber around his arm, he watched as the needle entered his vein and a little red blood want drawn then the syringe was emptied into his arm. When the rubber was pulled away, Todd coughed violently. He was a cum whore. All he wanted or needed in life was cock. He couldn't get enough. Dan had posted a craigslist ad and the guys began arriving. Some repulsed Todd but he didn't care as long as his ass was filled. Todd lost track after the 10th load. He knew each had given Dan $20.00. They left him to sleep in that sling. They didn't clean him up. They put a wash pan under him to catch the cum as it dripped out. On Sunday, Dan dressed a still groggy Todd and carried him back to their room. That is where they watched the video!

I know it's just a drawing, but this is an amazing image, dream of looking like that!

Same for me. I go to a bathhouse once or twice every week to swap as many loads as I can. (Beats and sex venues are great too!) You meet a hot guy, you both get hard, fuck and then leave. Then the next guy -- or maybe a group fuck. The idea of exchanging 50 messages on an app in the hope of maybe meeting leaves me cold. What if you don't like one another? What if he wants to tell his life story? What if he's nuts?

I"d breed that hole nice and deep. No pullouts and cum a couple times!

I wouldn't. Why ruin a good thing, it could happen again in the future with his son so why ruin a future encounter. Plus you ruin an opportunity to continue to play with a guy who is so very close to you. If he was "gay curious" when he fucked you, he may be "curious" again in the future. I would just put the past in the past and not say anything, it could ruin all future hook up chances with both of them.

Few days ago I was so hungry for cum. I chatted up a hung twink in Hollywood that said he was multiple cummerbund. I went over to his place. He had 8” thick, huge balls. I quickly started servicing his cock. I got to deep throat it! He was impressed. My hole was aching for sperm. I got on to of him and rode his hog balls deep until he busted. He lasted a couple of minutes. After I cleaned off his cock with my mouth and rested I got back on him and used his sperm load as lube. I rode him hard. Feeling so good that I had a load in and was going to get another. He screamed out as his huge ball sac emptied out in my slimy, gaping and used hole. I cleaned him off again and thanked him. Love taking loads!!

Oh No! I got caught in the Way-Back Machine again!

Made friends online with another top. Turns out he and I use the same local cumdump. So we went over to the dump’s house together and put 4 loads in that pussy. 2 each. Was super fun. I love the physical sensation of churning loads in a slutty hole. I also love the camaraderie and friendship among tops when we are using pussy together. Super fun. Can’t wait to do it again.

Chapter 19, Final Revelation Jeff and Fernando took several minutes to get dressed, continuing to watch the boy they just double fucked. He was currently feeling his gaped pussy and sticking fingers inside it. Jeff was the first to think about it and ask Sir. “What are you going to do with him? Is he yours now?” Sir understood what Jeff was asking and shook his head. “I’m stepping back from owning another boy. I don’t think anyone could out do Joey.” Sir and Jeff looked to where Joey was at and saw him on his hands and knees, his ass still being eaten out by Oscar. “Ralphieboy is yours if you guys want him.” Jeff nodded and walked back over to Fernando and told him what happened. Fernando’s face changed into a wicked grin. “We both know we want him. No one else has ever taken us both. But we’re not going to take him.” Jeff started to argue this, but Fernando cut him off. “We’re not going to take him. He’s going to beg us.” Jeff smiled at this devious plan, already devising steps to make it happen. Jeff went to the desk and saw Ralph’s phone, still open. He saw that, as Sir suspected, he had been watching a gay porn to jerk off to. Jeff recognized the video immediately, a Treasure Island clip of a gangbang in Palm Springs. Blindfolded boy taking several DP in a row. Jeff laughed, thinking that Ralphieboy had not expected that he’d be in that situation so fast. Jeff texted himself from Ralphieboy’s phone and then entered a new contact, “we double fucked you pussyboi,” and entered both his and Fernando’s phone numbers. He then grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a brief note, “We can do that again. Look in your phone.” Leaving the paper on the desk, Jeff noticed a pile of dirty laundry on the floor. He walked over to it, getting hit with the distinctive smell of jock boys. He found what he was looking for, two of Ralphieboy’s used jockstraps. One was a black one, and Jeff could see dried cum on it. The other one was a yellow jock, immediately making Jeff wonder what Ralphieboy was really like. Jeff showed them to Fernando who smiled and said, “Both, let’s go.” Sir turned to Oscar and Joey. “That’s enough Oscar, times up.” Oscar pulled his face out from Joey’s ass and stood up. Joey sighed in content. Oscar got dressed and thanked Sir for allowing him to felch each hole. “Shut up and give me your phone.” Sir wanted Oscar to remain in confusion about whether he was in good or bad favor. Sir texted his number from Oscar’s phone then immediately deleted the text. He controlled the boy. Sir tossed Oscar’s phone back, and Oscar barely caught it. “I may or may not be in touch. Get the fuck out of my sight you disgusting pig.” Sir smiled on the inside; he knew he’d break this guy too. Sir walked to the bed where Joey was sitting, still naked and with his knees up and his arms wrapped around them. “Get up boy, time to leave.” Joey looked up at Sir, and Sir saw a look in Joey’s eyes that he had not seen for a few days; a combination of fear and disgust. Sir ignored this and told him again to get up and get dressed. Joey, still in physical pain from what just happened, slowly stood up. Sir, seeing Joey in this condition, started to reach out to help, but quickly stopped himself. He had to remain in the Sir role. Joey took a few minutes to get dressed. He noticed Ralph curled up on the floor, moaning incoherently. Joey suspected that Ralph’s life had just taken an unexpected turn and looked at Sir. “Don’t worry about him. He’s going be fine.” Joey finished getting dressed, grabbed his backpack and waited for Sir to exit the room to take his place behind him. Sir told him to walk in front, “I want to show off my property. Although, most of these guys have seen a lot of you already.” Joey took the lead, initially lowering his head in subservience. After a few steps, Joey chose to risk punishment and lifted his head up, choosing to walk in pride as the property of his Sir. Sir noticed this immediately, a sense of the same pride coming into him. “Good boy, but you do not get to walk this way all the time.” “Understood Sir. Sir and his boy exited the dorm, with occasional grins and comments from guys who had used or abused Joey’s hole. Surprisingly, the comments remained either positive or neutral; there were no insults or harassment. As they arrived at the car, Joey began to walk to the drivers side to open the door. “You don’t need to do that Joey.” Although it was the same voice, Joey knew it wasn’t the same voice. Brian was back and Sir was gone. With that, boy Joey also disappeared and Joy came back. Joey looked back at Brian and said, “I don’t need to. But I want to.” He opened the door fr Brian, who stopped in front of Joey before getting in. “You amaze me Joey. I l…” Brian stopped himself, not wanting to go to fast. Joey heard what Brian was about to say and saw his face change. To make the situation more at ease, Joey replied, “I do too,” before walking around the car and getting in. Getting to Brian’s, they walked in and Joey took it all in. It was not a flashy, overdone house. It wasn’t a dump either. As Brian was, so was his house. A comfortable and calm place. Joey, not wanting to push his luck, asked where he should put his bag. Brian smiled and said, “I’ll show you your room.” At his core, Joey knew he would not be in the same room as Brian, but it still hurt. Brian gave Joey a tour of the house. In the first bedroom, which had a queen bed and nice furniture, Joey began to set his bag down. “This is the guest bedroom, not yours.” They then walked further down the hall, past a set of double doors. Joey knew for certain that was Brian’s room. At the back of the hall they reached another room. When Brian opened the door, Joey’s heart and stomach fell. This room was horrible: a twin size bed that looked older than Joey and mismatched furniture that looked like Goodwill rejects. Joey remained silent, not wanting to offend Brian. Brian turned to Joey and said, “I know it’s not much, but what do you think of the room?” Brian specifically chose his words; he already knew what Joey believed. “Oh, it’s uh, fine. It’ll be okay.” Brian looked at Joey and asked, “Are you sure about it.” Joey half-heartedly nodded his head. Brian bellowed out in laughter, something Joey had never heard. Joey thought Brian was laughing at him and he could feel shame rising up. After he finished laughing, Brian looked at Joey sand said, “Joey, I would make my worst enemy sleep in that room. It came like that with the house and I haven’t gotten around to changing it.” “I wouldn’t make my worst enemy stay in there. I sure as hell wouldn’t put the best thing that’s happened to me in there.” Joey’s spirit lifted again. “C’mon Joey, one more room to see.” They walked back down the hall to the double doors. Brian said, “I hope you’ll say yes, because I’d like this to be our room. If you’re not ready for that, you can have the guest room.” Joey didn’t want to appear overeager, do he waited to answer. Brian opened the door to the master suite, and Joey was hooked. It was furnished understated but beautiful with everything matching. The bathroom had a separate soaking tub and a shower that could easily fit three. Joey turned to Brian and said, “I’ve never dreamed of this. I’d love for this to be our room.” With that, they embraced and kissed more deeply and passionately then either had before. Brian pulled away from the kiss and said, “Since you agreed to make this our bedroom, why don’t we test the bed out?” giving Joey a sexy grin. He saw Joey briefly flinch before he said “Yes” and Brian thought nothing of it. They moved to the bed, where Brian gently pushed Joey down onto his back. Brian stripped Joey to his jockstrap and admired the body Joey had. Joey watched Brian take his own clothes, realizing he’d never seen Brian naked. He’d actually never seen anything but his face. Brian had a nice body, not muscular or over/under sized. He was the guy that Joey had always wanted. When he saw Brian’s dick, which was already hard, his mind flashed back to that night barely a week before, in the bathroom stall at the rest stop. This was the cock, this was the man, who’d taken his virginity, who had started him on the path, that led him here. Brian saw the look on Joey’s face and instantly knew. Joey finally recognized him. He stood still, choosing not to say anything. Joey looked up at Brian and simply said, “It was you.” This wasn’t a question, but a statement. Brian nodded his head. “It was, I di…” Joey stopped him with the words, “Thank you.” Seeing the surprise in Brian’s face, Joey said, “If we hadn’t met there, we wouldn’t be here. Fuck me Brian.” “No Joey. Here, in our home, I’ll make love to you. And if you want to, you can make love to me.” Joey was confused, but when he realized what Brian meant, he started to ask, “You…” “Only with you.” The sex that occurred over the next hour was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. The passion of it made each man more intense. There was no pain, embarrassment or degrading of Joey. For Brian, he was seeing a man he loved, not just a hole to unload in. Although he did unload in Joey several times. Joey, despite still being in pain from the dorm room brutality, felt no pain when Brian was making love to him, no matter the position. The first time Brian said he was going to cum in Joey, Joey prepared to feel the burning inside him. There was none on any of the four loads that Brian gave him. After both lovers were exhausted, they curled up together in the bed. Brian asked Joey how he was and Joey simply kissed him as answer. When they woke up from their nap, the sun had already set. Brian said, “Let’s eat. You need food.” Brian got out of bed first and Joey could not help but stare at the ass of the man he loved. In the kitchen, Joey sat at the island, watching Brian make food. Brian glanced over and saw a look of perplexity on Joey’s face. “What’s going on Joey? You’re not regretting anything are you?” Joey snapped out of his brain and quickly said, “No. Definitely not regretting anything. I’m just trying to put pieces together.” As Brian plated up their food and brought it to Joey, he asked, “Do want to talk about it?” Joey started to decline but changed his mind, “Yeah. I think I need to. Because a lot of the confusion includes you.” Brian flinched at that statement, fearing it might be really bad. Joey proceeded to unpack all of his thoughts into a long flow of words. “That night, when you fucked me in the bathroom, it hurt like hell. When you shot your load in me, I was so disgusted by the idea of having a man’s cum in me. But I didn’t feel anything else. I still think there was another guy who fucked me, but I can’t remember. And you won’t… you can’t tell me.” “From then on, beginning with all the loads at the rest stop, there was a burning every time someone shot in me. Except, there was one time. The time that Shawn fucked me at the motel. There was no burning.” “Up until today, the burning and pain continued. Every time I was fucked, it hurt like a mother fucker, sorry. Every load burned me inside.” “But then today. Today is what has me so confused. At the restaurant, in the bathroom? I felt no pain when he fucked me and no burning when he unloaded in me. When Thunder fisted me? There was pain, but only because that fucker has some big ass hands. Each of you came in me, including Thunder. There was no pain or burning. The first time Thunder tucked me? Pain and burning.” “Then at the dorm, the pain was ever present. From the first fuck to the last, every load Byrne like hell. I felt like I was gonna die from that fisting. It felt like he was going to rip me apart. The guys jerking off IN my ass?” “But then here, with you, there was no pain or burning. It was the opposite; only the most pleasurable and intense connection.” “What the hell does this mean?” Brian looked at him, into his eyes, and simply said, “I could answer that for you, but it will be better for you to figure it out for yourself.” Joey looked to Brian and stuck his tongue out. “Thanks for your help old wise one.” Brian laughed and said, “Don’t call me old, and from what Shawn told me, I know you can make better use of that tongue.” Over dinner, they chatted idly about the next few days and how Joey would manage school and baseball and everything else. Joey froze and dropped his fork. Brian called out to him to ask if he was okay. Joey realized something that he’d pushed away in his brain. Something that terrified him. “Today is Tuesday right?” Brian said it was. Joey looked at Brian and simply said, “I meet Him on Thursday,” emphasizing the Him. Brian looked at him, “Does that still scare you?” Joey said, “Hell yeah it does. Although hell maybe a bad choice of word to use.” Brian smiled at that, but left it alone. “Joey, you may not believe me now, but you’ll be fine. It’s always scary leading up to your first meeting with Him. But the reward? It’s always worth it.” Joey said, “You’re right. I don’t believe you.” The next two days were the worst. He couldn’t keep his mind on school, baseball was horrible as more of the guys had chosen that using Joey was fine. After practice, he was cornered by five guys, including the outfielder that had fucked him the day before. Using their jockstraps, they tied him to a shower bar. The outfielder shoved his smelly jockstrap in Joey’s mouth to keep him quiet. “I’ve been wearing that just for you.” The five players the took turns raping Joey there in the shower, giving him a total of seven loads. Joey got home after the shower incident and found an envelope sitting on the table. It had his name written on the front in red. There was no address or postage, so Joey though maybe Brian had left him a note. Joey opened the envelope and remove the sing me sheet of paper. Immediately, he knew it was not from Brian. The note read, “Joey, the time has come for us to meet. Tomorrow at 7:00pm at the address below. Tell no one.” There was no name on the note. Joey told Brian the next morning that he was not feeling well and would be staying home. Joey spent the entire day trying to think of anything but tonight. He couldn’t. At 4:00, Brian called to see how Joey was doing and to say he’d be working late. At 6:30, Joey got in the car and drove to the address on the note. As scared as he was, he needed answers. He arrived at the location, a large house in the country side. There was only one car in the driveway. Joey confirmed that he was in the right place. He almost turned the car around to leave, but wouldn’t do that. He finally got out and walked to the door. After he rang the door bell a well dressed man opened it and asked, “What can I do for you?” Joey stumbled through his words before finally being able to say, “I was told to be here at 7:00.” “You must be Joey. Enter. Take your shoes off and follow me. The Master will be around for you shortly.” Joey flinched at the word Master, and when he saw this, the man smiled. “That would be the Master of the house.” The man led Joey to a comfortable seating room and pointed out a chair for Joey. On the table was a bottled water and a meat and cheese tray. Within 10 minutes, Joey heard conversation outside the room before the door opened. A man, around 6’ with sandy blonde hair that was professionally cut walked in. “Hello Joey, so sorry to keep you waiting. How are you this evening?” Joey was surprised at the friendly greeting and the appearance of the man. He said, “I’m okay. A bit nervous.” “Joey, you have nothing to worry about. There’s nobody here but you and me. And I won’t bite.” “Now, do you know why I asked you here tonight?” Joey nodded, “It has to do with what happened last week and what I’ve been going through since then.” The man, who still had not given a name, nodded and, “Very good. Is there anything else you want to know before we go on?” Joey looked at the man, seeing something familiar in him. He also heard something in the back of his mind, but couldn’t figure out what it was. “Who are you?” The man smiled, “You are very direct. Why do you ask that? Is it important?” Joey, beginning to get frustrated with his questions being met with questions, said, “I need the answers, which I believe YOU told me, that when I was ready, I would be given. I’m ready now.” There was a brief look of surprise in the man’s eyes and he sat back in his chair. “Well done, Joseph. I believe you’ve made some connections. Including, connecting the two times we have met. Tell me what those two times were and we can move forward.” Joey responded, “You were the second man to fuck me in the bathroom at the rest stop. But, you looked much different then. And then, I saw you when I passed out at the motel when that guy was using me. Again, you didn’t look like you do now. But the voice, it’s the same. And familiar.” The man responded effortlessly, “You are correct on all points. Now I believe you asked me who I am? My name is Alfred Collins.” Joey was caught off guard by this. “Collins? As in…?” The man nodded his head and confirmed, “Yes, Joseph. As in your last name. I am your uncle. Your father’s older brother,” he spoke the word father’s in a voice of disgust. Joey was completely confused. “I don’t have an uncle. My father was an only child.” Alfred spoke, “Look at me Joseph. Listen to my voice. What are they telling you?” Joey nodded, “You’re not lying. But, I’m still confused.” Alfred said, “I’m sure you are, but the first step in ending that confusion was accepting that truth. Now, think back to our second meeting, in that bright room. Repeat what I told you.” Joey started to say he couldn’t remember, but as if a door opened, the conversation became clear. “You said I was much brighter than you expected, considering my lineage. You were talking about my father” Alfred nodded, “Quickly making that connection indicates I was right about your intelligence. Our family has a long standing connection with our Lord, Lucifer. We have been his servants and eyes in this world for generations. You do recognize the name Lucifer?” When Joey nodded, Alfred continued. “In our family, every male is told of the lineage at age 18, and their role in the ongoing generation is created. The women in the family do it go trough this process. It is something they learn very early on and know much more.” “When I turned 18 and learned of our lineage and our role in the world, it was very easy for me to identify my ability. I believe you can now remember, from your own experience, what my ability is?” As he said that, another door opened in Joey’s mind, and he watched and listened to the brutal rape his uncle committed upon him. Joey recoiled in disgust at everything he saw and heard. But in that same remembering, answers to his questions flooded through his mind. “I remember now, and yes, I know what your ability is.” “When your father came of age and learned his truth, he gave into weakness. He turned his back on his family, his lineage and his responsibilities. He moved across the country, think he’d be safe from us. He was completely unaware that we had eyes on him from the day he ran. Once a man leaves his role in the family, he gives up any chance of returning. He becomes a pariah, an outcast, an enemy of our Lord. Since they still retain knowledge of the truth of our lineage, we must closely watch, so they do not create trouble. I will commend your father; he has kept all knowledge to himself.” “Though your father abandoned his birthright, that does not allow him to take your birthright from you. When you were born, you were placed under watch, so as we could begin to know what your specific skill would be. By time you were 16, we knew. You also knew, but refused to accept it.” Overwhelmed by all the information given, Joseph did not know what to say. As he took time to process everything, especially the last statement, it hit him between the eyes. “I… I’m meant to serve men for their pleasures. In doing that, by being a fuck hole for them to use, those who are weak and recruitable are brought to my Lord, to serve him.” Alfred smiled and said, “That is correct. Do you realize your choice of words? You said, ‘My Lord’. You do understand what you meant?” Joseph nodded and finally embraced it. “He is my Lord and I am his servant. That is my birthright. I accept that.” Alfred smiled, “Very good, nephew. You have no idea how pleased I am to hear that my brother’s weakness was not passed onto you.” Joseph asked, “Uncle, can you answer me a question?” Alfred responded, “Now that you are a member of the family, there will be no more questions or confusion. What do you need to know?” Hearing that there would be no more questions or confusion, Joseph realized there was more than one question and said this to Alfred. He smiled and replied, “It’s never a single question. Go on.” Joseph asked, “My feelings for Brian and his for me? Are they real or just part of my role in the family legacy?” Alfred smiled more than ever. “Joseph, I can assure you that the feelings between you and Brian are 100% authentic. As I watched it unfold, it shocked me. I have known Brian for many years and never expected this for him. “ Joseph felt tears run down his face, the fear that he’d been hiding was dissolved. Alfred quietly handed Joseph his handkerchief and said, “I understand. Let it go.” Joseph looked into his uncle’s eyes for the first time and realized that he had known fear before. “When you’re ready, Joseph, continue with your questions.” Joseph took several minutes to be able to resume. “My next question, I think is more to confirm what I believe and not to get an answer. When you gave me my gift, you said I may enjoy my role as a cunt for men to use. Or that I may hate it, never accept my role and fight it for the rest of my life. You said that every time a man used me and came in me, I would feel a burning in me, a burning in my soul. Is that true?” Alfred nodded and said, “That’s a pretty accurate summary.” Joseph continued, “It can’t be true. At least not completely true. There have been many times that the burnings have occurred: the gang bangs and the clinic. But there have been other times where there was no burning. Brother Michael in the bathroom. Brother Shawn at the motel. Brian.” Alfred intervened, “That is an easy answer. You are not affected in anyway by Brothers, to those who have given their allegiance to our Lord. I believe you know why you are not affected by Brian.” Joseph responded, “Because I love him. I should not have said that to you.” Alfred asked, “Why not? Are you ashamed of it?” Joseph snorted, “Absolutely not. The exact opposite. I should not have said it to you because the first person I should have said it to is Brian.” Alfred said, “You will be fine. You only told me because I opened the door for you to understand.” Joseph took a moment and continued, “What about Thunder? And Marcus?” Alfred said , “You’ll have to tell me who they are. I don’t fully track every man you’ve been with. You’re quite prolific after all,” laughing at his own innuendo. Joseph explained who each was and what happened with each. He explained both the first fuck from Thunder and the fisting and second fuck. Alfred asked, “What was different with those men? Maybe an easier explanation is what was different between the first and second time with Thunder?” Joseph looked at Alfred and said, “You and Brian both did that. Putting my question back on me. And I think I already figured it out. I initiated what happened with Marcus at the restaurant and with Thunder at his shop, at least the fisting experience. If i initiate something, because I want it to happen, then there’s no burning, no pain, at least not that endures after. Did I get it right?” Alfred nodded his head and then put his hand up. “I’m going to caution you now Joseph. I believe I already know what your next question is and you probably will not like the answer. Is your next question is along the lines of if the burning and physical pain does not happen in one type of sex, but does not happen in another, can’t it all just be burn and pain free?” Joseph simply nodded his head to confirm. Alfred said, “I’m afraid not Joseph and it never can be. When I gave you your gift, you were resisting accepting your truth, that you were to be a hole for men to use as they wanted and to take there loads. Since you refused to accept it prior to your gift, it has continued on. You accept and embrace your role now, but at the cost of the physical pain and burning. There may be times that you engage in sex with a man because you want to. Those will be few and far between. The rest of the time, acting in service to your Lord, this will be your penance. Do you understand?” Joseph, not happy with the answer, said, “I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand. May I ask one last question for now?” Alfred nodded and said, “This is the one I’ve been expecting. The one I’m always asked.” Joseph said, “The you that fucked me in the bathroom and gave me my gift? The one in the bright room? That’s not a costume. Who is that?” Alfred responded, “No, it is not a costume. It is me. Or at least the me that is presented when needed. That is my gift from our Lord. It is one that is not given frequently. I am only third in 300 years.” Joseph nodded his head and said, “Wow.” Alfred then told Joseph, “I’d like to address a fear you have but have not brought up.” Joseph nodded, “HIV.” Alfred confirmed it. “I understand your fear am aware of you getting medication to prevent it.” Seeing Joseph flinch, Alfred assured him, “Do not worry, you’re not in trouble. You acted as many do and it’s okay. However, you do need to know, and you can confirm it with a doctor if you want, but you are now HIV+.” Joseph broke down in tears and barely heard Alfred calling to him. When he finally did, he saw a strange look on his face. Alfred seemed to draw fear out of Joseph and said, “You have nothing to fear. As a Servant, you are protected. You will not get sick and die. You will not need medication. You will be fine. You will be a giver of the Blessing.” Joseph took a minute to completely accept this and said, “Okay.” Alfred said, “If we’re done here, I believe there are a few people who’d like to see you. Friends nothing sexual. Are you ready?” Joseph said, “Yes, uncle, I am,” As if on plan, there was a knock at the door that Alfred had entered. Alfred sat quietly in his chair staring at Joseph. When the knock came a second time, Alfred said, “Perhaps you should answer the door? It’s quite rude to make people wait.” Joseph, confused by this, stood up and walked to the door and opened it. “Hello my love,” Brian said. Caught off guard, Joseph stood silently trying to figure out if he was imagining this. He reached out and touched Brian’s face, realizing he was really there. “I love you, Brian.” With a smile on his face and a tear in his eye, Brian replied, “And I love you, my Joseph. Let’s get going we don’t want to keep Shawn and the others waiting.” The End.

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

I no longer ask status...If I hook up with a top who wants to fuck me raw I just assume he's going to drop his load in me (I actually get disappointed if the top doesn't cum in me)...I have had a number of tops ask as they're fucking me where I want their loads...I always tell them in my hole...I wonder if they're asking because they want to give my the option or if that they're poz and just covering themselves in case I poz up from their loads and they can say that I asked for their loads in my hole