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Went to Dallas Pride out at Fair Park in East Dallas. Was getting cruised by this hot Anglo who was at least 21 as he was drinking a beer, had his shirt off and was all sweaty, very fratty looking and a nice smooth body. He could tell I was checking him out (was way playing pocket pool, stroking his cock in his shorts). He got close to me and asked if I wanted it. I said I did and we went to one of the less busy bathrooms and into a stall. He pulled his thick cock out and I went down to suck him and he laughed, saying he wanted to fuck me. I wanted it bad, so I pulled my shorts off and got up against the wall turning my ass to him hoping he’d enter me, and he did, spitting on my ass and his cock. He pinned me up against the wall saying he could tell I wanted it and how bad he wanted to cum inside me. His cock felt amazing, stretching my ass out and he didn’t take long to bust his load inside me but kept stroking in me, and now was stroking my cock, telling me not to cum as he wanted my load too. He reeked of beer but I didn’t care. Hearing him say that almost made me cum and was now begging for me to cum inside me. he blasted his second load inside me letting out a loud exhale. As he slid out he said it was his turn and I wasted no time sliding inside him with just spit and stick. I loved that this total stud was taking me raw, no questions and was now begging for my load. I was so worked up I came in no time and kept stroking as he was eagerly begging for me to cum inside him again. There’s nothing hotter than a guy who looks and acts like a top but not only gets fucked raw, but takes loads too. And from a total stranger. I blasted the second load in him and was panting. My cock softened and slid out of him and he quickly moved to wipe his ass and clean up. As he did he mentioned he was there with friends and not to say anything if I saw him again as he didn’t want them to ask a bunch of questions. I offered my number and he declined saying he couldn’t as he’s seeing a guy. And that was it. Breeding some other guy’s BF raw in the bathroom. I’m guess he probably sneaks around like that regularly, knowing he’s hot and can easily pick up guys.

Chapter 16: Breed Me Hard! After Marc pulled out, I cleaned his cock, and he ate his load from my ass, snowballing it with me. We continued our conversation which was Inturpted by his need to breed. I explained to Marc that my step dad was very caring, and that he was open in letting me decide if I wanted him to poz me. It was a true connection between us. Both romantic and piggy at times. Marc said he loved that connection. I told him deep down, I knew my step dad wanted to poz me, and later learned that my real dad also had that desire. Marc told me he'd be honored to have me his gifter, just like I was honored to have my step dad be my gifter. I told Marc it was simply his choice. I didn't tell him that I had hoped for him to be my first son. As I thought about it, I f Marc decided he didn't want to become poz, id still breed him if he was on Prep. Deep down I however saw the fire in his eyes knowing he would let me gift him. It could be sooner, it could be later. Marc then looked at me and said breed me again. He said he didn't want it to be romantic as he wanted to see the piggy side of me. And he got it! I picked him off of the bed, slapped his face and then spit on his face. I noticed a necktie hanging in his closet, and grabbed it, tying his hands together, and throwing him ass up of the bed. I grabbed a bottle of poppers, taking several deep hits before sticking my finger up his ass, making sure that my fingernails were scratching the inside of his ass. Marc had never verbally committed to me pozzing him, but his actions said yes to me. I looked around to see if there was a visible toothbrush, however I didn't see one. Probably a good thing as at that point I would have brushed him hard. I thrust my dry cock in him in one strong thrust, making him yelp out in pain. The only lube was a small amount of blood from me fingering him. I didn't let him adjust to my cock. He got long hard strokes, with me pulling completely out on each one. I made him repeatedly tell me that he wanted my toxic seed. There was no hesitation in his voice. The more often he said it, the harder I pounded his negative ass. I fucked him for a good 15-20 minutes before I felt my nutsack pulling up, and then my cock starting to pulse inside his eager ass. This time the load went in shallow so that my poison could seep into his torn ass lining. I pulled a butt plug from the desk, and jammed it up his hole so my seed could simmer inside of him. Marc just laid there like a limp doll, with me on top of him. Our session was one of the most intense I've ever had with anyone. I untied Marc's hands, and we cuddled each other until our sweaty bodies simply fell asleep. No words were spoken. They didn't need to be, as the smiles on our face simply said it all.

"Let me slip it in, just a little. You've got such a cute ass, I need to feel your hole grab the head of my dick. Don't worry, I won't fuck you, I won't cum in you, just let me slip the head of my dick in a little." That's what Tom said right before he fucked me for the first time and filled my HIV negative guts full of his virus laden semen. He'd moved across the hall from me a few months before and I'd introduced myself and asked him over for a beer. He accepted and promised to reciprocate when he was settled. It was obvious he was gay, a big, butch black man given to wearing leather with tight white tshirts and equally tight, carefully worn 501s. I'd never been interested in men in the slightest, but I found myself attracted to him. He was ruggedly handsome, very fit and moved like an athlete. I couldn't help but notice the very large bulge in his crotch. Was it true what they said about black men? One night a week or so after he moved in I came in late and drunk from the bars and took a while unlocking my door. I could hear what was clearly the sound of Tom having sex through his door. His deep voice was growling urgently, another male voice whined and begged. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but hearing them made my dick hard. My bedroom was next to Tom's so I opened the window and collapsed on the bed, pants down, my hand slowly stroking my cock. I could hear better and made out occasional words and phrases, like 'fuck me' and 'breed you' and something that might have been 'knock', something or other. I listened intently, stroking my dick, imagining Tom was fucking me, and also wondering what would it be like to have sex with a man. With Tom? I shot my load as I heard Tom bellow, obviously cumming in the guy he was fucking. I licked up my load, wishing it was Tom's cum I was eating. The next morning I remembered what I'd done and tried to feel disgusted at being aroused by a man. Why did my dick stiffen when I thought of Tom's cock filling a man's ass with cum, filling my ass with cum? In any event, a couple of days later I answered a knock on my door and found Tom standing there. He was wearing a wife beater and cutoff 501s. His nipples had large rings in them and the bulge in the shorts was very large. My dick started to swell. "Come over for a beer, a new batch of homebrew is ready." I followed him in to his place and took a beer, he waved to the living room with the invitation "Have a seat." I did my best to sit so my excitement was not obvious, but Tom noticed. We made small talk and the beer went fast, it was good. He stood up and smiled at me, then slipped off his shirt, saying "It's hot in here. Do you mind?" I shook my head dumbly as he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, then went to the kitchen saying "Time for more beer. Strip if you like, Mike. It's too hot for clothing." As he walked into the kitchen I couldn't help looking at his body, thinking to myself that he looked good. My dick stirred: I was more than a little aroused. I never been at all interested in men, but...he looked good. Tom came back with two bottles and towel. I looked at him and couldn't help staring at his cock. He was huge, completely flaccid he was longer and thicker than me hard, it swung back and forth heavily as he walked. His balls were equally large and hung low. There was a tattoo of the universal symbol for biohazard on his abdomen just to left of his cock. My dick stirred more, I was getting an erection. I blushed, Tom couldn't help notice it through my thin shorts. He looked at my crotch and smiled suggesting "Lose the shorts, Mike. You'll be more comfortable." I was startled to realize it was command, not a suggestion. My dick was fully erect. I slipped off the shorts. Tom smiled broadly as he saw my hard dick, which was oozing precum. I looked at his cock: it was stirring, growing. Thinking this encounter was going in a direction that made me uneasy, I considered leaving, but I didn't want to leave. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I was more excited than I had been in a long time. Tom smiled sat me and moved in his chair, I saw his cock stirring, thickening, the pink head just peeking through the foreskin was wet with precum. I couldn't help it, my mouth watered and I licked my lips. Tom beckoned to me, pointing at his cock, commanding "Come over here, Mike. I know you want to." I went and sat beside him, mesmerized by his rapidly growing dick, wondering what would it be like to touch it. As if he read my mind, Tom said "You can touch it if you like, Mike, it won't bite. Go ahead. I can see you want to." The truth was, I did want to touch his cock. It was fascinating. Only partially erect, his long thick, very dark black cock was much was larger than my hard cock. His foreskin hung long over the tip, precum oozed out. My mouth watered as I wondered what would it be like to suck it. Tom reached down and took my dick in his hand, stroking slowly. I moaned and almost shot my load. He laughed softly. He was seducing me. He twirled his finger around the head, smearing precum over it, and then removed his hand. My cock was hard and throbbing. Tom's hand had felt so good stroking it, and I had come very close to shooting my load, but he had stopped and in so doing, had frustrated me. I wished he hadn't. I wanted him to make me cum. I would return the favor: I wouldn't stop. I reached down and took his dick in my hand, marveling at my first feel of another man's penis. I felt him stiffen and stir in my hand, growing. The pink head peeked through the foreskin more, precum flowing. I stroked the head and loved the slippery feel of precum. Tom slipped his fingers in my mouth, I licked and tasted my precum. I wanted to taste his, I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I slid my hand up his hardening shaft, then down, pulling the foreskin back from the head. The head of Tom's cock was large, pink, wet. My mouth watered. I lowered my head for a better look. Tom sighed and whispered to me "Go ahead, Mike, you know you want to, you know you will. Suck my cock. Mike, suck me and make me cum in your mouth. Suck me off." My heart pounded as I looked as the fully erect cock. He was fully erect, had to be almost ten inches long, I hadn't known real cocks got that big, and he was thick. Tom took my head in his hands and pushed my mouth down to his cock, rubbing the head on my lips. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest as Tom whispered "Suck it, Mike, suck my dick!" I opened my mouth and he pushed in, sliding past my lips, rubbing the roof of my mouth, butting the back of my mouth. Tom grunted and pushed harder, the head of his cock slid down my throat. I couldn't believe I had a dick in my mouth. I loved it. He stopped with almost five inches of thick, hard cock in my throat. I was very surprised there was no gag reflex, Tom told me later that if a cock is long enough to put at least a couple of inches in the throat, it bypassed the reflex. "That's good, bitch, that's good. I knew you were a queer when I first laid eyes on you, knew I was going to fuck your pretty mouth and make you my bitch. Take it, white boy. Suck my black dick, white boy!" Tom fucked his cock in and out of my throat, using me like a fuck toy. I loved it, loved a larger, older black man using me, making me his bitch. Was he going to want to fuck my ass? I wouldn't do that, it was too risky. I wanted to. My dick exploded, squirting cum all over Toms' leg. He moaned and pulled his dick out of my throat and rubbed the head on the roof of my mouth. I felt spurt after spurt of creamy, tangy, sour semen jet out, filling my mouth and leaking out my lips. I gulped eagerly, loving that a black man had fucked my mouth and was cumming in me. I wanted him to cum in my ass. I sucked and swallowed, moaning, nursing all the cum out of his cock I could get. Tom fondled the back of my head while I sucked him and sighed "That was very good, Mike. You're a good cocksucker. I'm going to teach you the ways of man on man sex, I'll show you a world you never really knew existed, you'll love it. "Don't worry about being queer, lots of men like women and have sex with men. You will too." Tom shooed me away after a few minutes, saying he had a trick coming, that we'd do this again. That excited me, I knew I was his trick now, I hoped he wanted me soon. I was a cocksucker now and I loved it. Tom had me suck him off several times a week, sometimes there would be other guys there and Tom would tell me to service them. I did so gladly, eager to feel men cum in my mouth. One night after sucking Tom off I thought about the biohazard tattoo, I knew it meant something, but I couldn't remember what. I googled it and gaped at the results. Tom was HIV positive! I had been swallowing poz cum for weeks and he hadn't told me. It didn't take much research to find out it was almost impossible to get infected by sucking poz dick, even if the bottom swallowed cum. I also found that if Tom was on meds and his viral load was undetectable he couldn't infect anyone. I was pissed that Tom hadn't told me he was poz before he had sex with me. Then I became aware of something else: I was seriously aroused knowing I'd had a poz cock and cum in my mouth. I looked at pics of guys with the tattoos and stroked my dick imagining they were fucking me, that I was getting poz cocks and poz cum in my ass. Then I found breedingzone.com. I was amazed to find men that eagerly sought out HIV infection and others who looked for men to infect. It was obviously sick, but my dick was rigid and throbbing as I looked at the site. I especially liked the section for bugchasing 'fiction', especially stories where a neg bottom got infected, intentionally or other wise. I read several stories about poz tops 'stealth pozzing' neg bottoms, intentionally infecting unsuspecting bottoms. Is that what Tom was doing with me, grooming me as his bitch to take his infection? I wondered if he was on meds and what his viral load was. If it was undetectable he couldn't infect me, but if his VL was high....? I stroked my dick as I looked at a hot pic of a black top with a biohazard tattoo fucking a white man, bareback of course, and wished it was me. I wanted Tom to fill my neg ass with his poz cum, I wanted him to poz me. My dick exploded as I said to myself, 'poz me, knock me up, infect me with HIV!' Did I really want Tom to infect me? I decided not to say anything to Tom about him being poz, I would take whatever he wanted to give me. A week later I was hanging out at Tom's, we were drinking beer, both of us were naked and I had an idea that things were going to go further. I'd sucked him off when I first came over, he'd jerked me off and fed me my cum. I was idly playing with his cock, I loved the feel of it and hoped he'd let me blow him again. He was hard and oozing slightly, I lowered my head and opened my mouth. But Tom had another idea. He rolled me over on my side and snuggled up to me, pressing his body against mine. His cock moved slightly in the crack of my ass, I knew what was coming and moaned as the head of his dick nuzzled my ass and smeared precum on my hole. Now that the time was here I was scared. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't want to get infected. He pushed in slightly, I pushed back, shook myself and pulled away. "Don't fuck me raw, use a condom, please!" "Don't use rubbers. Don't worry, it'll be okay. Just let me slip in a little, I want to feel your tight hole around the head of my cock, just a little." "No, please, no, you'll fuck me and cum in me. I don't want to get infected." "I know you want it, you'll love my big nigger dick in you, you'll beg for it. "You're my bitch, Mike, just let me slip it in a little, you'll love it, you'll beg for all of it." I moaned and squirmed, pushing my hole into his cock, I wanted him to fuck me, but I was afraid. Getting his poz cum in my mouth was one thing, in my ass was too risky. I didn't know if he was on meds or not. "Just a little, I won't cum in you." He pushed in a couple of inches and pulled out, then in again, deeper. I moaned helplessly, needing to get fucked. It felt better than I could have imagined. Tom stroked in and out deeper and deeper, until the head of his dick pushed against my first internal sphincter. I whimpered, it felt so good, why didn't he just fuck me, just take me and fuck me? "Please, please fuck me, fuck me, cum in me, breed me, knock me up, please knock me up!" That was the first time I'd admitted to myself I wanted poz cum in me. I'd been having fantasies of getting pozzed since I'd found the bugchasing underground. He chuckled and started stroking in and out slowly, fucking me deeper and deeper, he hit the sphincter, paused and pushed slowly, I whined as ten inches of black dick went where nothing but shit had ever been before. Tom was going to fuck me, I was going to get semen from an HIV positive man in my ass, I was going to get HIV virus in my ass! If he was undetectable, it would be okay. It was hot thinking there was a chance he was infecting me. I wanted it. That woke me up, an HIV positive cock was fucking me and was about to cum in my ass! I didn't want to get infected, getting fucked felt good, but wasn't worth infection. I struggled and tried to get away. Tom growled in my ear and stroked his cock deep into me. It felt like the head of his cock was about to enter my throat, from the bottom. "Too late, bitch! Too late, you're getting what you want, Here it comes, bitch, cumming in your ass, breeding you, bitch, knocking you up, bitch, take my bug, yeah, fuck, bitch, take my fucking bug, gonna infect you good, infecting you good!" I felt his cock swell and pulse and a warm feeling filled my guts and jet after jet of virus laden semen erupted from his cock and filled me. Tom moaned and moved in me, fucking virus deeper and deeper in me. My dick erupted, pushed over the cliff by knowing I getting virus in my ass, that I could get infected. Tom had to have ripped me open a little when he fucked me with that huge cock and that HIV virus could already be in my blood. Had Tom had just infected me with HIV? He kissed me on the neck as he slowly pulled his softening dick out of me. I whimpered at the empty feeling, getting fucked had felt so good. "Don't worry about getting infected, Mike, it's only a matter of time before a pussyboy like you gets the bug, it might as well be now. I'm going to keep fucking my virus into you until I do infect you. When you're poz you'll be free, you'll thank me." I was Tom's bitch, I would do anything he told me to do.

Oh, what the helll....

Never get more random and anon than using collected loads and found used condoms.

Finally got to host the oft delayed orgy I have been planning for months. Always seemed to have something come up, or too many guys couldn't make it. Started at 9PM on Friday, but most people started arriving earlier which was fine. Gave everyone a chance to mess around a little and be ready to go when it started. It ended up being a total of 17 guys, 9 college bois, 2 guys mid/late 20s, 5 daddies, and me. This was the first orgy for my 19yo twink fuck buddy to fully participate in and I had him come over early because I wanted to make sure he knew he was going to be very popular and probably get fuck by just about everyone at some point. He just laughed that is why he came. I'm so proud he has turned into a total bareback slut. I took at least 7 loads and probably a few more. The twink got fucked by everyone at least once, but me and one college guy who only tops daddies. (No idea why, just his thing I guess.) A couple of guy tried to DP him, but he had to call it off. I think if they had been a little smaller they probably could have done it, but both guys were very big. The orgy lasted until around 5AM when everyone but the twink left. Both of us had our assholes very loaded and still horned up and since I hadn't fucked him yet, we had to go at it. We spent the next hour making love before getting some sleep. I'm glad his girlfriend is away for the summer so he is all mine until then. I'll go into more details on another thread.

My last load was this morning, in the woods off of a cycling trail: this is notable as it was my first time being bred outdoors… it won’t be the last 😈… but I’m getting ahead of myself. This story is best told from the first time today I was loaded up. I’m 40-year old GWM bottom, and yesterday I just got back home from a few weeks away, visiting family in the old country (read Europe, the parts where the gay scene leaves much to be desired… which ended up being a dry spell from my getting loads fucked into my cunt). So cue this morning, and even though I'm beyond jet lagged and can’t figure out if it’s lunch or breakfast time, the primal need to get a load (or more) fucked into my cunt before being sent home with cum dripping down my leg one out easily - and I launched myself out of bed with the light of day and opened Grindr. Thankfully, for my needy hole’s urge to get plowed, I found a 30 year-old hung versatile guy I’ve hooked up with in the past few months also online… and was at his place within less than an hour on the receiving end of his fantastic 8.5” long dick finally breaking my pussy’s artificial celibacy with so much precum, that when he finally bred me balls deep, I had already made a mess of the sheets by way of the leakage - that he had to change the sheets… But not before he announced a surprise he’d arranged for me: a buddy of his showed showed up and took out a nice fat Latin cock, and adding his load deep inside me. As every bottom reading this knows, the need for more loads had all but short circuited my logic centre of my brain… so I logged onto Squirt as soon as I was in the car, searching for my next donor. I found him heading to a local trail off of a bike path, and met up with him… getting bred for the 3rd and final time this morning in the great outdoors!

Love fucking around with guys cheating on thei GFs, BFs, husbands, wives...love getting loads that they should be getting and getting to breed them raw too! I love nothing more than hearing that their other half "can't know"...gets me rock hard! Recently started hooking up pretty often with this hot but trashy redneck inked redhead guy who's cheating on his BF...we swap loads out in their garage. Got another 18 y/o twink who's cheating on his GF and was surprised he likes to bottom too as he has a nice big cock, but wants "what his GF can't give him" and trust me, I give it to him!

This fucker has done me well over the years...

So...an update. He was down in San Antonio for CumUnion last night and hit me up on the way back. He didn't have a lot of time but we swapped loads in his car. Apparently he had a lot of fun at CumUnion as well.

South East London (England ) - looking for other London guys

Here’s me

Wrapping up a night of hotel hosting in Nashville, with some multi-cummers and hard breeders. Load count 12 unless I get one last minute. The first was particularly memorable, though - the guy slid the window curtains wide open and positioned my body on the bed so that anyone who passed outside could see me getting fucked and sucking cock. I don’t know if anyone passed or not. He made me beg him to fuck me, tell him how much I loved cock in my ass, and what a slut I am. What really made me feel objectified was the way he played with my nipples, cock and balls like they were his to play with. Which, I guess, they were.

Since you said dick here's mine.

Down my throat

If I cum hands free from being fucked, it doesn't make me lose my arousal. I guess because cumming hands free is so hot in and of itself. For whatever reason, I have not encountered that scenario. I agree with everyone else who says, no/stop means no/stop. If you want a scene where the top does not stop, it needs to be discussed ahead of time and a safe word used. If you prefer to be used like a human fleshlight without any regard for your health, safety, or pleasure, that is your right, too. Again, it is something you should discuss with the top, so he knows what you want.

Awww. Definitely gotta hear that story about that 18yo Twink with a gf who wants what his gf can't give him 😁 Please? Haha

Would definitely have to say that I’m 7. Need a big raw dick balls deep in my guts a dick in my mouth and someone sucking and or riding my dick. All raw of course .

Why wouldn’t they see it as reason to do so? You explicitly told them they should, in advance, and why. Why would you expect them not to take you at your word? You’re essentially saying, “If I say stop, don’t stop.” If you know that you will likely turn around and say “I changed my mind, I really do want you to stop,” then you had no business saying what you did in the first place. You need to realize that any propensity to call off a fuck-in-progress is going to be viewed as a significant demerit in a bottom in the eyes of most Tops, and can only work to your disadvantage if you want to be successful in bottoming. Rather than being concerned about whether Tops will stop when you tell them, you might be better served to focus on ways of either preventing the premature ejaculation, or overcoming the desire for them to stop.

I was up early this morning for my usual morning walk/jog/run and was on Grindr hoping that maybe some guys have today off and are looking. I'd had a lot of fun over the weekend hooking up with random guys in town for the state fair and the OSU vs. Texas game and thought most of that was over, but got hit up by a guy at a local hotel from Oklahoma looking for fun. I have a major weakness for redneck boys and he checked all the boxes, 21, blonde, 6 foot tall, beefy build, smooth body with big nipples, but sadly not that big a dick and a vers bottom according to his profile. I didn't care, I'd be willing to breed his ass. His profile indicated he was neg so my expectation was he'd want it safe so I figured I'd weed him out by saying I wanted to breed his ass. To my surprise he said he wanted to get bred and we kept the talk up. He liked my cock and was down for now, saying his check out was at 11am. He was nearby and I said I could be there soon. To my surprise he asked what I wanted and I jokingly said I wanted him to breed me too. He said he was down and liked that I wanted it raw. I joked back that "raw is law" and he agreed, saying he only did raw. I know playing with rednecks is playing with fire but I also know they almost all play raw. I asked if he'd been in town for the weekend and he admitted he was, that he lived in Arkansas but went to OSU and was in town for the game and had the day off from work. I can only imagine he'd been fucking like crazy over the weekend and I wasn't the only guy who'd bred him or who he had bred. That had me super horny and we switched to Snap so I could prove I wasn't fake, and also to confirm he wasn't. And he certainly wasn't as I got pics of him naked, stroking his cock and hearing him talk in his country accent. He hadn't asked about my status and I wasn't about to ask his, and guessing that he didn't mention he was on Prep on his profile I can only guess he wasn't and like me, just doesn't give a shit. I got to his hotel and went in and we were quickly kissing each other as we stripped down. He was down on his knees sucking my cock and telling me what a hot cock I have and how bad he wanted it. Clearly he does this often and that had me hard just knowing he's a slut like me. I couldn't believe there's big country boys like him that are as slutty as I am and it drives me crazy as I love getting with guys like this. I stop him a couple times saying I'm getting close and finally he takes the hint and we move to the bed and he's on his back spreading his legs so I can grind my hard cock up against his ass. I ask him if he has any lube and he says he wants me to fuck him spit and stick and I oblige, spitting furiously on my cock and in my hand so I can force my cock in his ass. Getting inside him takes little effort and clearly he's been getting pounded by other guys all weekend. His ass feels like its already loaded and bred and I'm tempted to ask, but honestly I don't give a shit. I tell him how hot and tight his ass is and how bad I want to load him and he's begging for my cock and load. Then he adds that I probably like fucking and breeding guys anon like this. I figure I'm never going to see him again, so why not be fucking honest. I say I do love breeding guys anon and that I love getting bred anon and can't wait for him to do that to me. His face lit up and he asked me if I do it a lot and I say I do, that I love giving and taking loads. He breaks into a smile and says he does too and that he was so excited that I wanted his load and he started begging for me to cum in him. I hardly needed the encouragement as hearing him admit to being a whore was all I needed as I was about to cum. And it felt good to be honest about being the anon pig I am. I know there's other guys like me too and it was hot to be drilling one and I blasted a ferocious load inside him that had him screaming not to pull out and to stay inside him. I loved that this big country boy was letting a deviant pig like me drill him raw and breed his ass. He admitted he was really close to cumming and wanted to fuck me rather than have an accident if I kept fucking him. I said it was cool and he again asked me if I was cool for him fucking me raw, and I said I was. I was on my back saying I wanted to look into his pretty blue eyes as he drilled me and damn did he drill me. He did a spit and stick and it was easy taking him that way except for when he thrust all the way in me as his cock was a lot thicker at the base than at the tip. He asked if it was cool if he used some racist words as he fucked me and honestly, yeah, I know that's fucked up, but also hot, and if it's a redneck boy like him its even hotter and I agreed to it, kind of hating myself for agreeing to it. He was using the words a lot and I hardly cared. I love having guys like him dominate and use my for their pleasure, even if they're slutty bottom boys like him, getting bred by random guys. I'm loudly begging for his load and not caring who hears me. His face is all red and I can tell he's close and can feel him shudder as he cums inside me. It's a shame he doesn't have a bigger dick and isn't a dominant top, but I don't care. He's probably been shamed all his life for having a smaller cock, probably been forced to bottom as a result and has gotten used to getting fucked, so I'm sure he likes the chance to top and be the dominant pig, and I'm not about to deny him that. He's not slowing down and continues fucking me saying he isn't done with my ass and again starts with the racist talk. I've long since made peace with that kind of shit just to get the white trash cock I love and I'm leaning into it, feeding into his hate fuck. It doesn't matter as he took my seed raw, so who's the bitch here? Pig boy dumps another load in me and I'm loudly screaming not to pull out, how hot it was, and brother, I am not lying. I wanted his load bad. He quickly slides out and is begging for my dick and load like the little bitch he is. I'm telling him how bad I want to breed his hole and that I bet he's been bred by a lot of guys this weekend. He's moaning with delight saying he did, and I'm egging him on, demanding to know how many guys bred his hole and without hesitating he said ten. I laughed and kept up my strokes and said he probably took every one of them raw and he admitted he did. I kept it up and he admitted he begged for their loads and admitted his favorite was getting tag teamed by two Latino guys who double penetrated him. I asked him if he liked Latino cock and he admitted to loving Latino cock and would do anything to get Latinos to breed him raw. And there we have it, his fantasy and their's coming together. I ain't gonna lie, I love thinking about breeding a hot redneck boy like him and having him breed me to, and I'm sure it fulfilled their fantasy. I would love to be with a guy like this, but know that it isn't realistic. All I can hope for is a chance at him breeding me and me breeding him and soon enough I do that, blast another powerful load deep in his guts as his face lights up and again he begs me not to pull out and to shoot every drop inside him. And I gladly do, collapsing on top of him once I'm spent. He laughs at me saying how good I was and that I must have needed it. I said I was and said he must have to. He admitted he'd hooked up earlier but the other didn't get him off and he was glad I wanted it. I knew I was right about him being already bred and held back from saying something. Instead I said I was glad he wanted to fuck me as I found guys like him really hot. He smiled at me and thanked me adding that he was nothing special. I came clean about fantasizing about guys like him and he laughed and said I should move to Oklahoma as there were lots of guys there like him for the taking. I'm trying hard not to clock watch and not wanting this to end, but know that our time is going to end soon even though I don't want it to. I jokingly ask him if he's going to drive back to Oklahoma with my loads still in his ass and he smirks at me and asks what I think. I jokingly say yeah, and he admits he plans on it and wants to stop and see if he can get more loads on the way back. I'm surprised and impressed by his honesty and admit to it. "You should take what you want" he said and there's truth to that. Too often I'm over cautious and afraid to ask for what I want in life. He gives me his number and says I should come visit and see what I think of Oklahoma and that I could stay with him. He admitted he doesn't come to Dallas often but does get here sometimes. We kiss deeply and I dress to leave, his loads still inside me, not caring that I smell of cum, lube, and ass. I thank him and tell him I had an amazing time and leave, hoping we will meet up again.

I'm 1, 2, 5, 6 & 14, love all of those positions

They actually did control the study for this effect and ruled out this potential explanation (or seem to think they have). They did it by comparing specifically the newly diagnosed HVL patients against the newly diagnosed patients who did not have a high viral load. The former group had signficantly higher sexual behavior in the 1 month after diagnosis than did the latter group. My understanding (not having picked it apart too carefully) is that this is the main point upon which their claim that HIV specifically influences sexual behavior is based.

So my bf is currently working for an airline company. It's quite fan I think travelling all around (although time is super limited) and he is abroad quite a bit (so we don't sleep wth me). I was unaware that this profession is quite gay friendly (preferred by gay men I mean). I have on the back side of my mind that he could cheat on me (I'm not sure if it's that bad actually but I'd prefer that I wouldn't know it and it wouldn't happen too often). I also worry a bit, if everything will be okay during the flight, if the passengers are kind towards him as he is with them. I think if he gets tired of all these duties and moving in the airplane corridor and serving meals etc and if his colleagues are okay. I know that if he has a hard time he wouldn't tell me because he keeps everything inside. He looks happy though. He found me a business class ticket for Edinburgh. It was the first time (but I hope not the last time) I went business. That's the way that every person should be treated. When in Edinburgh I could move with him hand in hand without raising eyebrows or any other body parts and that was so comforting. It was the first time to do that in public (we're together for almost 10 years). I met people there and spoke with them, it felt so refreshing meeting a new culture and saying hey he's my bf and not my "friend". I also got the chance to chat in english with some native speakrs which was fun. I just wanted to share these thoughts.

Well, I’ve got a big cock. But it won’t reach all the way down under.

Chapter 15: Afterglow Marc and I laid cuddled together in bed when he started crying. I said what's wrong babe? He said he was so happy that we finally got to fuck each other. I corrected him by saying breed each other. He smiled and said yes. I asked him if me being toxic was an issue. He said only partially, as it was a shock to him. He reminded me that it wasn't that long ago we were simply skinny dipping, jacking and sucking each other off, and now we were breeding each other. I told Marc that was interesting as he was the one that started our experimental stages, and I always considered him to be more sexually adventurous than me. He laughed and said yea, especially since I took your poz seed once tonight, and want to take more. I asked him why. Marc said he had never known anyone who had HIV before, but besides making me a piggy guy, I was still myself. He said in fact it was a turn on that becoming poz made me into a pig. I oinked at Marc and gave him a deep kiss. He said tell me what it's like to be poz. I told him it was rough at first. The fuck flu kicked my ass, but my step dad was there to help me through it. He was shocked when I told him my stepdad kept pumping his toxic seed in me while I had the flu. Although Marc's cock was semi hard while I was playing with his nips, he suddenly became fully erect. Marc asked me what I thought about my step dad being the one to gift me. I said that he wasn't my dad by birth, but my real dad was also positive, and they both seeded me recently. With that Marc said he needed to unload in my ass. Of course I obliged. Marc was a machine this time fucking me harder and faster that I ever imagined he would. It wasn't anything romantic, just pure primal sex. As I felt his cock pulsing in me, he blurted out take what could be my last negative load!

Not my story, I borrowed it from Reddit and Pozzed it up I read this while sitting on the toilet with my girlfriend still sleeping mere feet away from me. I got so hard. I jerked off and came all over myself. I just knew I had to "poz" it up and share it with my friends here on BZ It seems that there’s a different kind of intimacy and surrendering that goes into helping a straight guy explore his sexuality. Lots of the time, it goes like this: The first time we meet, it’s at a coffee shop or the mall. We take the time to dismiss the nerves and we’ll become more relaxed and comfortable. I’ll ask them about themselves, what they want out of life, their favorite things, that kind of stuff. I’ll always be genuine, I’ll always care, and I’ll try to be as kind as I can be. Then we go back to his place or mine, and I teach him how to clean himself. We’ll shower together and lather each other up. We might kiss, might not; regardless, I will lovingly wash his body and clean his hair. We’ll go over to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, and I’ll hold him. Usually the nerves come back and he’ll apologize for something, like being nervous or having a messy room… I’ll always tell him that it’s okay, there’s nothing he needs to worry about. I’ll usually try to hold him to my chest for a while, hoping that the sound of my beating heart soothes him. I’ll tell him that, “it’s just you and me, take as long as you need.” Eventually, he’ll tell me he’s ready… I’ll tell him to lay on his back, always admiring the body I’m about to make love to, then we’ll lift his legs into the air. “Ready?” I’ll ask… more often than not, his breathing will slow down, and he’ll gently nod ‘yes’ or tell me “yes”, meekly. I’ll open up a condom and roll it on, reminding him that, “if they change their mind about the condom to just let me know.” I’ll place my erection on their taint, and use my cock to massage a bit of lube across their hole. They might blush, moan, or get goosebumps; either way, I’m flattered. I’ll massage my lubed fingers into their hole to get some lube inside them, then I’ll guide my glans to their anus. I’ll look at them and begin to press the tip in. They’ll usually moan, gasp, hold their breath, or even scream. I’ll bury my hands and forearms under them, caressing their back and head, using my thumb to gently stroke their hair. “You have to push on me, [name], you have to try and push me out.” and that when it happens… his cherry pops. It feels like I’m breaking the seal, to an otherwise airtight hole, splitting and stretching him open to accommodate my exploring penis: feeling it constrict around my manhood. He might writhe in both pain and pleasure. He might scream. He might rapidly increase his breathing. He might even cry just a little bit… but he’ll almost always grab ahold of me, whether it be my arms, shoulders, or back. I’ll always hold him tighter, I might kiss him, I might lick or taste him, I might lock eyes with him… anyway, I love watching him surrender to me. Not even being halfway in, this is usually the part where he’ll tell me to take off the condom and impregnate him, cum in him, or (my favorite) breed him, but I know what I will be doing to him. I don’t know what it is about the actual penetration, but he always seems to change his mind about the condom after he’s been penetrated. I’ll take off the condom and explore him again. I’ll listen to him moan and surrender once more. I’ll feel his insides airlock around my cock and grip the tip as I slide in and out just a bit faster, relaxing as I thrust. I’ll ask him if he wants my cum, assuming he isn’t already begging me for it, I’ll tell him that my cum is all his. I’ll make him promise that he’ll take good care of my cum. Swear by this, and it’s all his. He swears, they always swear. I’ll massage his shaft and glans with my dominant hand, I’ll hold his head with my other. I’ll lock eyes with my new Baby Boy and do everything in my power to make his legs shake. I want him to be addickted to me, just for the moments that the world around us has fallen away, just for the moments I feel his hole throb, just for the moments that I’m inside him. “It’s all yours,” I tell him. I’ll begin to pump him full of my poz seed, forever marking him with my DNA. I’ll keep my cock inside him as I massage the cum from his penis. He’ll ejaculate some time after… and I’ll lick him clean. There’s no way I’m leaving Baby Boy dirty after we worked so hard to clean him. Once the high begins to dissipate, I’ll ask if he wants me to stay inside him or take it out. I tell him that I can usually go for a second, or even a third, round. After they nut, I honestly hope they begin to fall asleep because I love cuddling them: even better, I love it when they can’t sleep and ask me for round two.

YEP it's Two For Tuesday! Chapter 12: The Talk We sat down and took a big swig of our drink, when Marc just said "well?" I told him there was a good reason that I didn't breed him, and I hope that he wasn't mad at me. I kissed him, and caressed his hair, telling him that i was positive. Marc pulled back somewhat with a look of suprise on his face. He was speechless for a few minutes as he chugged the remainder of his drink, and got up to pour another one. When he got back, all he could say was "what? How?" I said well i think you know the how part. He didn't find that funny however. I told him our experimenting lit my sexual fire. I continued by saying I wanted to take that experimenting to the next level, but somehow it didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time. He agreed saying he felt the same way. He then asked why now though? I told him it wasn't to gift him, but I knew we had more to explore. I explained that I knew he did too, and reminded me that he was the one to invite me to visit, and I'm sure he wanted more experience also. He nodded his head in agreement. Marc then began to ask me questions, starting off by asking me if I knew who pozzed me, and if it was something that I desired. I explained that it was an older man, and we had taken a great deal of time discussing the possibility. I told him my appetite for sex was crazy, and came to the conclusion that it would be even more so if I was poz. Marc then asked another bombshell question. Do you want to poz me. Of course I got up and poured 2 strong drinks, giving me time to come up with an answer. When I returned I looked Marc in the eyes and simply said if I had wanted to poz him, I would have dropped my load up his ass. I explained that i hadnt been poz for a long period of time, and it was likely my demon seed was very potent. Marc put his head on my shoulder, and started to cry. I stroked his hair saying it's alright babe. I continued by saying that as our sexual awakening started with us, I thought he should know. Marc said his tears were tears of joy, and not anger. He continued to say he wasn't joyful that I had become poz, but if I was happy, so was he. Marc then said he had so many questions, and I said fire away. He started by asking what all I had done? I simply said it's easier to tell you what I haven't done! First of all ive never done drugs. Sex was enough of a high for me. I told him I had been gang banged, double penetrated and even had my ass brushed to help the virus enter my body. I then turned the tables and asked him the same question. He said he hadn't really done much. Mostly give or receive oral. I asked why not, and he said it was difficult meeting guys he didn't really know. He explained that it was easy with me as we knew each other. He said hosting was also an issue for most college students there, but obviously now it would be alot easier. Marc then asked me what my friends and family thought about me being poz. I explained that he was my only true friend back home, but now had many friends who led me on my journey to becoming poz. Surely enough he asked about my parents. He added having a new step dad must have made it tough. I started by saving that my mom didn't know, but indirectly she played a role in it happening. Yep time for another swift drink before I told him my new step dad was the one that infected me. Marc smiled and said another drink? This is going to be interesting! I took a big swig and blurted out that it was my new step dad that infected me. Marc spit out the drink that he just had. He said he knew we were fucking each other, but had no idea my step dad was poz. I told him we had a very loving relationship, and that he let me decide, and would love me regardless of my ultimate decision. I told him about our undetectable pozzing party and after that, I decided I wanted to become poz, but only by my step dad. By now we were both hard as a rock, and slipped into the 69 position. Marc was super excited and sucked my cock like never before. Just as I was about to cum, he said feed me your poison seed! And that I did!

I had gone to the bar as I usually did after work. I had met up with Tom and Joe; they were tops that I usually met up with for sex. We were having a beer and chatting. They had spoken with me about the upcoming bareback party. "Fred, you're going to the party, aren't you?" Tom asked. He was leaning against the table where I was sitting. Joe also leaned against the table as he said "You'd best be there, they need more good bottoms." I wasn't sure what he was implying, but I took a gulp of my beer and said "Sure, I'm going; are you both going to be there?" They both shook their heads yes. Tom and Joe were looking for the younger type of men they preferred, and one by one they left and joined the crowds prowling. I finished my beer and left, as I didn't want to become one of their or others targets. On the Friday night of the party I had pondered about it and decided for sure I would go. I parked about two blocks away and walked there. I paid the entrance fee and then stripped in the locker room. I wore my usual black leather harness and jock strap. I scouted the party area and found it fairly well occupied. Several men were looking for bottoms, including Tom and Joe. Tom walked over to me "Are you picking out who you want first?" "Of course" I replied. Joe said "The slings are busy, but there's a St. Andrew's Cross across the floor over there. Want to let us get you started?" I figured I'd start out easy, so I said "Sure." We walked over and they put my arms up in the padded cuffs, making sure I was facing the cross, and spread my legs, not bothering with the ankle cuffs. Joe had some lube with him, and he greased up his cock and my ass, and he slid in without as much as saying anything. I had previously greased up my ass in advance, as I figured I'd be bottoming for most of the men there. Joe was pretty much the same as he'd always been, just a fast fuck. He didn't cum, just looked at Tom and when he pulled out, he took over. He was also a fast fucker, but he didn't get off either. When he pulled out he turned to Joe and said "Let's go see what else is available." They left me attached to the wrist cuffs, so I was stuck where I was. At this point I was pissed. I wanted to be really fucked, but they had left and I couldn't get out, as the cuffs were secured to the posts of the cross pieces. So I had to just stand there and listen to all the guys that were enjoying themselves. I could look over and see a couple guys in the slings, both being well fucked, with a crowd of men around, urging them on. As I hung there, kind of discouraged, I smelled cigar smoke. Then a man walked up to me. I looked down and saw the fingers of a black man working my nips and balls. Then I felt his hardness against my ass, about the same time as I was aware of a big black cigar coming over my left shoulder. He took a big drag and then removed the cigar from his mouth and let a big cloud of cigar smoke surround us. "You feel left out, young fellow?" he asked as he slipped his cock up my greasy hole. I inhaled a big breath of the smoke before I responded "Yeah". He grasped my hips and pulled me back a little to make my ass more open to him. The cigar was still over my left shoulder and he took another big draw on it as he went up my ass. "You're pretty open, boy, but not all the way" he said, as he hit my second sphincter. Now at this point he was pretty much as far up my ass as any man had ever been, and I was shaking from the feeling. I think he realized that as he took another big drag on the cigar. "How about I let you down off this cross and give you a nice ride on one of the slings?" I didn't want to loose his cock out of my ass, but I did think it would be better to be lying down before he pierced my second sphincter, so I said "Sure." He unfastened the two wrist cuffs and I was able to get my arms down. It made me feel weird from tired muscles, but I was able to turn around then and see who this man was. He looked to be over 40, was about 6'2" tall, black, as I already knew, and was wearing a harness and chaps and a leatherman's cap, plus big boots. He had a nice face, sort of long, with bright eyes, and a big smile. I couldn't see his hair, but he had a short beard and mustache and what I could see of his body was muscular and covered in short curls of hair, and some of it was just beginning to turn gray. And of course he had a big black cigar in his jaw. He was standing there with his hands on his hips, just looking me over as I was doing the same to him. "You like what you see?" he asked. I was really staring at his big cock, which had to be at least 10" long and so thick I didn't think my hand would reach around it. I looked up at his eyes, and said "Yes, I do." He smiled and took the cigar out of his mouth after he took a big drag, and he took me in his arms, bent me over and kissed me and let the smoke out as we kissed. He was holding me close, and it's a good thing, as I felt like I was going to collapse from the kiss and the smoke. He pulled me up, put the cigar back in his mouth, and turned me around toward the slings. The first one in front of us was open, so he led me over to it. As I began to get into it, he removed my jockstrap and laid it aside. Then he let me get in and got my feet into the stirrups and made sure I scooted down so my ass was over the end. Then he walked around the sling, took another drag and leaned over me and gave me another big smokey kiss. One thing I can say, regardless of the smoke, he knew how to kiss. I would have been happy to have spent the evening just kissing with him. He walked around to the front of the sling, made sure his cock was erect and greased well, and he penetrated me as if I was not there. I wasn't prepared for that. He was right against my second sphincter before I was ready for him. He had a hand on each sling chain and began to move the sling against him; out as he pulled out and in as he fucked. My second sphincter was bounced against, then seemed to be opening up, and then he was in all the way, ALL the way. I had never had a man so deep inside me. He was smiling around the cigar, smoking it silently as he proceeded to fuck me. I was in sort of a suspended animation feel. There was something inside me that felt deeper into me and it was thicker than I had ever had before, and it kept going. I loved it! He was really fucking me, like I'd never been fucked before. And then he stopped, took another big drag and bent over and kissed me, pulling the sling to him as he did it. I took in the smoke with his kiss, and it was like he was kissing me and letting me in on some big secret, at least it felt like it. Then he stood upright again, put the cigar back into his mouth, and began to really fuck me. It was like what had gone before was just preparation, now we were fucking. The chains were rattling and men began to gather around. There was the usual shouted comments, "Let him have it! Show him who's the Daddy now! Fuck that ass, man! Breed him!" I was hanging onto the chains for my life, it felt like. He was really digging in deep, long strokes. And before I was ready for it, I could feel him cumming in my ass. I don't think I'd ever felt it like that before. My cock was up stiff and I began to spout. I couldn't ever remember a time like this before. He was grinning at me as he continued to fuck me, until he finally went flaccid enough to come out of my ass. When he came out I heard the cum splat on the floor, so I assumed he'd given me a big load. As usual at these events, he walked away from the head of the sling and there was a man to rim me and clean my ass up and eat all the cum, and then men began to take turns, getting into my open ass. He came up to me, took a big drag and bent down and gave me a long smokey kiss. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did!" he said. I was being pounded again, so I just said a happy "Yes", and he walked away. I guess it was three other men that fucked me after the big black guy. None were as good, and if they came, I couldn't tell it. When I was finally left alone, I felt wasted, worn out. I began to try to get my legs out of the stirrups, and found I couldn't move them well enough. As I was fumbling with this, the black guy came back and helped me out and up. As I tried to stand up, I couldn't do it, so he helped me along to a bench at the side and made sure I could sit properly. I thanked him, and he sat down beside me. I noticed his big cock was now just flaccid and floppy. It was still long, longer than mine erect. "My name's Leroy" he told me. "I'm Fred" I said. He looked at me. "Would you mind coming home with me tonight?" he asked. I thought about it. "I have a big place outside of town, big garage for your car." He had realized the reason I had not responded was I was afraid to be in a black area and leave my car out. I felt very badly about it, but I said "Yes, I'd very much like to go home with you." We disposed of our "party" apparel and dressed in our "normal" clothing at the lockers. Leroy said he was in a big SUV, and I said I was in a Ford Focus. He said he would wait for me out front. When I pulled up, he set out. It took us nearly a half hour to get there, including a little windy road through the trees, when we got to his place. He had a big separate garage with space for three cars, so there was plenty of room for mine. When I got out, he was closing the garage doors and invited me to follow him. I was pleased he lived in a rather large old home, and it was clean. He was still smoking the same cigar when we arrived. He took a final big drag on it, turned to me and kissed me so hard he wrapped his arms around me and bent me over, again releasing the smoke as we kissed. I had to admit I was getting accustomed to cigar smoke when he let me come up. He put the cigar in one of the many ash trays around the living room, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. Again it was clean, so I was impressed. He didn't say anything, just began taking my clothes off, as I took his off. When we were both naked, he again took me in his arms in another big kiss. I could still taste cigar on his lips, but it was a fine kiss. He led me to the bed, turned it down, and let me get comfortable in the center of the bed. He climbed in over me, laid down on me, and we had another big kiss, or we just continued to kiss as he moved my legs about, getting himself between my legs. Then he bent down and took my cock in his mouth, all the way to the balls, and began to suck on me. Now I've had blow jobs. Some were quick, some were long, but he was sucking me! I had my hands in his hair and working his shoulders. He grinned when he tasted precum, but he just kept sucking. I couldn't help myself, I just went with it, and eventually I filled his mouth. I thought he was going to suck everything out of me. When he let me loose, he climbed up over and kissed me, sharing the load of cum in his mouth. I think that was the first time I'd ever had a guy suck me and let me have some of my own cum in a kiss. I felt wiped out. He held my head as he continued to kiss me. Then he moved back down, picked up my legs, put them over his shoulders, and began to rim my ass. I didn't say anything, just wondered if he was tasting more than his own cum. When he had both of us trembling, he rose up and stuck his cock in my hole. Now I know I was wet, but it had been at least an hour, if not longer, since anyone had been in there, and he was not lubed. But he just slid all the way in; I guess his previous load of cum had been enough to grease my channel. As he moved I had moved my legs from his shoulders to around his waist and he put his arms down beside me as he proceeded to fuck me like he was trying to fuck the shit out of my ass, really hard fucking You know I'm not a virgin; I've been fucked more than I like to admit. But he really did it. He was kissing me and loving me the whole way through. His dick was so long, I was wondering where he was putting it, feeling like it would soon be in my stomach. And I was kissing him back as he kissed me. I was in heaven. When he finally blew, so did I. I can't remember cumming like that, or receiving a load like that. He laid down on top of me, still filling me up, and continued kissing me, until we both fell asleep. Sometime Saturday morning, must have been after 9 AM, we both came awake. He was beside me, holding me in his arms, and I was enjoying being cuddled. We looked at each other, and he asked if I needed the bathroom. Did I? I was about to burst. So we got out of bed and he showed me the adjoining bath, and we stood side by side, pissing. Then he gave me a fresh toothbrush and got his and got us both toothpaste, and we brushed. Then we could kiss. "So, do you want some breakfast, or do you want to fuck first?" I was hungry, so I said "Breakfast first, then fuck." He smiled at me and though we were both naked, led me down the hall to the living room and then the kitchen. I took a seat at the table. He asked me "Cereal or bacon and eggs?" I said "bacon and eggs," so he got them out and gave me the bread to make toast and showed me the coffee maker and coffee. We worked side by side in the kitchen, he wearing an apron, and then as the meal was ready, he removed it and we ate beside each other. After my second cup of coffee, he asked if it was time to fuck yet. I said "Sure!" Now this time we didn't go back to the bedroom. First thing he did was go to the humidor and get out two cigars. One was long and black, the other was shorter, smaller around and cigar colored. He explained that the black was called Maduro and the other was called Natural. He showed me how to cut the rounded end off and moisten the end. Then he let me have the smaller one and he took the larger one. He lit the big one using a lighter that was very small and gave a very tight flame. He drew on the cigar to get it going. Then he lit the cigar for me. I'm not used to smoking, so I was coughing. He said to sip the smoke, like a coke, and then let it out. Don't inhale it like a cigarette. I tried it, and it was OK. The taste was not like what I had inhaled last night. It had more flavor. He said only suck in a little smoke for a while, and get used to it. Then he led me to the basement stairs, and we went down into what was revealed as his "play room". I was standing in the center, just looking around. There was a sling hanging with a stool ready for a person to sit in front of it if he was going to fist, a St. Andrew's cross on the other wall, and the opposite wall consisted of shelves covered in various sex toys. Over in the corner was an open shower, surrounded with tile flooring and a drain. While I was just standing there, occasionally smoking, looking around, he came over to me, wrapped his arms around me and turned my head to him, and kissed me. This was another big kiss, and my legs were about to let go. He helped me over to the sling and put me in it, and got my legs in the stirrups. Then he did something no one has ever done. He came to me and offered me his cock. I've sucked cock before, but never when I was in a sling. The head of the sling was down slightly, and there was a pillow of leather, so sucking him was easy, except for the length. I gagged several times, never being able to take his full length. I doubt I ever would be able to. When he felt he was "moisturized" enough, he went around to the head of the sling and greased up his fingers with one of the many lubes on the shelf beside him. He used his greasy fingers to open me up, first one, then two, then three, and when he was making me crazy bouncing around on my prostate, he finally began to use his cock. He gradually began to take longer strokes, until he hit my second sphincter. He then began to bounce off it, gradually getting it to open and allow him in again. Then he proceeded to show me what an early morning fuck was like. I was occasionally taking a drag off my cigar; he was smoking his all the time, never taking it out of his mouth, except when he would lean over and kiss me. I was having great fun again, feeling how deep he went. As he began to really get into it, moving the sling with his fucks, he began to slam into me. Long strokes, me moving close to vertical, then down to slam into him. I was having trouble holding on to my cigar. He could tell, so as he began to get close, he brought the sling down and just really fucked me hard. I took one final drag from my cigar and let it out as he really got into his final strokes. My cock and his let loose at the same time. I was spouting cum like a sprinkler in the center of the garden. He gradually let his strokes get smaller and smaller until he got to the point that he fell out of my ass. He leaned over and kissed me again, and again it was a long one. By this time it must've been noon or later, and my stomach was making noises. He smiled, put the cigar back in his mouth, and began to release me from the sling. I had put my cigar, what was left of it, in one of the many ash trays around the shelves, and he pulled me up and out. He also pulled me into one of his long kisses, filled with smoke. After that we took a short shower in the playroom shower room, and then dried off with the towels there. And of course he had to kiss me as he did that. As he released me, he looked at me with a question in his mind. I was standing there, looking up at the man. Even naked, he was taller than me, built, muscles everywhere, though he was not built like those muscle men you see on TV. He kissed me again, gently, and asked me "Would you consider coming back here sometime?" I thought about it as we climbed the stairs. We went back to the bedroom and I began putting my clothes back on and finding my shoes. He just stood and watched me. I finally decided. "Yes, I'd like to come back sometime. When do you want me?" He smiled at me and bent down and gave me another long kiss. "You think you'd like to live here? I am in need of a partner, someone to share my bed and my life." I thought about it. "Do you ever let anyone fuck you?" I asked him. "It has been known to happen, if the man is with me long enough to be sure." "Then I'd like to apply!" I said. He picked me up and kissed me and kissed me. Now it was not an easy thing, but we worked it out. It took a long time for my family to get used to an older big black man like Leroy. But when they discovered he was a good man, good to me, and good for me, then we were OK. And we always liked to fuck! Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com November, 2020

One thing that is surely a part of it, is that they (perhaps unconsciously, perhaps not) envy our courage in living our lives according to our own needs. We tend not to honor (or even acknowledge) their assumed right to dominate everything, and we march to our own truth. That's gotta stick in the craw of the R's who have devoted their lives to maintaining their philosophy, however depraved it may be.

You hit on so many points of what makes a sling fuck so good. I love how it spreads the ass with ease and comfort so you can fuck balls deep on every stroke. I am amazed more men don't own one. The best sex investment I ever made. In my home a bed is for sleeping.

DNA test?

Oh yeah! Amazing what you can find on that site! Enjoy!

Well said. There's also the possibility that some guys simply weren't raised with any manners. If that's so, and they've never bothered to realize/try to remedy that fact, the default reaction could be defensive aggression. Another possibility is that they're feeling shamed, and lash out from a sense of insecurity. I'm no shrink, but what's so wrong with treating others with some measure of respect as the default setting?

very hot. i go there sometimes but not as often as i used to when i lived down the street from there. Sounds like I need to take a trip that way soon

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Im so proud of my veiny uncut cock. I would take any opportunity to show off my cheating raw meat to ANY ONE no matter what type of guys or girls especially trans girls, who couldn't resist their temptations to get down on their knees to wrap their lips around my big cock or willingly spread their pussies and assholes wide open to give me the right to use their fucking holes and beg me to dump my seeds deep inside their cunts after a long fucking session.

I confess . I suck cock behind my wife’s back. I’m a slut for dick. I’m probably scared to come out of the closet. I love being on my knees in front of a line of men! Truth is I’m very very good at sucking dick. I just want more and more cock to suck! Cock is so beautiful

That’s a Top’s perception and I have to disagree. Riding successfully is about a bottom’s leg strength and flexibility first and foremost, plus balance, because without the stability and endurance to maintain the position, it’s very difficult to focus on skills like internal tension and grip, or even control over depth and tempo. I find my options for applying my skills sharply limited in a riding position. I’m not fond of riding because I don’t have the leg development for the athleticism required. Not only that, but I find that there are some men who are simply not a good shape for riding, especially large men, overweight men, men who are sort of barrel-shaped, etc. Frankly, my experience has been that the Tops who have requested that I ride them have been rather lazy, not really engaged in the fuck, and lacking in drive. In 1,000+ fucks can’t recall a single experience in such a position that stands out as memorable.

For someone who's demanding elsewhere that his account be deleted, immediately, you sure seem to have the need to post lots of opinions. Maybe the reason it's taking a while to delete your account is that it's hard to take your request seriously when you keep participating on the site.

BlackDude said 'A lot of these other cultures are the antithesis of masculinity. Allowing yourself to be colonized, gentrified and genocided at the mere presence of whiteness is beta at best, and suicidal at worst. Many of these cultures didn't have a choice in the matter, not by any means. I think it's easy from today's perspective to look back at our ancestors and say 'oh boy, were they dumb/weak/beta' or what ever adjective you may want to attach to their situations, and laugh and shake your head. In the 19th Century, the height of colonialism, many Western colonial powers colluded with each other to sell outdated and useless munitions to local kingdoms and empires all over the world which were no match for the automatic machine gun. It was one way of dumping useless arms to trusting foreigners, who, until then were operating under the notion that the British hated the French, the French hated the Germans and everyone else feared the Russians. The Qing government only gave up Hong Kong to the British after the signing of the Treaty of Nanking, in 1841, as its navy had been blown to bits, all because the Brits wanted to continue importing opium to the kingdom, which had seen a striking rise in addiction and deaths. It wasn't the mere presence of whiteness that caused minorities to fall to our knees. Nope. It's the fact that war after war had been fought, and huge numbers of people were decimated. Do not for a second think that the Chinese, Indians or local Native Canadians have forgotten what had been done. In fact, the Chinese government called the Treaty of Nanking the start of a century of humiliation. The same thing in India, where several treasures were openly robbed by colonial powers, starting with the British East India Company, which was a private interest, and ended up eventually representing the Crown until its dissolution in 1799. Same with the VOC in Java and many of the island nations that eventually made up Indonesia. Nobody has forgotten. "There has been studies which have show how many Latin, Arab and Asian men identify as white. Not to mention the anecdotal stories of these other men in the gay community genuflecting at the mere sight of a white man." Receipts please? Which studies? In fact, we are told precisely the opposite. Growing up in our cultures, for about two centuries, we have had it rammed down our noses that we are anything but European. White skin, we've been told, is prized because we've been told that European culture is the epitome of civilisation, beauty and elegance. Somehow, foreign cultures aren't good enough because they're foreign. I don't know anyone who's a minority who sees himself as white. We are keenly aware how we are not white. "submission of one’s culture is no more masculine." We see the resurgence of Black power, Asian nationalism, Caribbean nations breaking ties with the UK to become republics, and self-determination since about the 1940s. Indian nationalists boycotted British made goods since the 1920s, and eventually, refused to cooperate with the colonial powers. It is no longer the case that people look at European-made goods and services as the height of sophistication, because it isn't. South American countries have seen the rise of Native politicians being voted into office. This is the submission of one's own culture?

3. I found my phone and looked at the time. 5:30pm. I had two and a half hours to kill before I was to meet up with Jack and Danny. It seemed impossible. I was so horny. I need them right then. I padded around the small apartment, looking for a distraction. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. Despite rushing to open it there was no one there when I got there. What was there, just sitting on the little concrete step, was a much larger silvery orange butt plug. I brought it in the house. I was heavy, and slightly warmed from the sun. The material was soft, with a good amount of squish to it, but the plug itself felt sturdy and powerful. Right there in the middle of the living room floor I spat onto it, and smeared my spit around. I set the slicked-up plug on the floor, and squatted over it. I lowered myself slowly onto its point, and then slid down the widening body. It slowly stretched me open. It was much, much, bigger than my plug, and it took a long time to get to the base. The two forceful fucking’s I had taken, along with the massive loads I now carried in my hole, however, had me open and slick, and after a few careful minutes the plug popped inside of me. I shouted when I felt the base lock into place. My whole body shook. I had never been this stuffed. A big drop of precum throbbed out of my cock. How was I still horny! I thought to myself. I’d been fucked twice, had shot two massive loads, and yet my dick was still hard as a rock and leaking. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything else, and went to get my computer. I spent the next two hours plugged, and leaking watching daddies breed boys on the internet. Time moved glacially. I was on the edge of cumming the entire time. I had never edged before but there, rocking on the crest of orgasm for two hours it was intoxicating. The pouch of my jock was literally soaked with precum when I got up at 10 to 8. I slipped on my flip flops, and wearing nothing but my jock with a big thick plug in my hole, walked back to Bungalow 4. I tried to slip around in the shadows. I knew that no one else was on the property but I still felt wildly exposed walking around in just a jockstrap. When I got to the main courtyard, however, keeping to the shadows was impossible. I had to walk across the brightly lit patio, and past the pool. I walked around the side of the low building and paused in front of the door. The plug banging against my prostate as I walked has forced even more precum out of my straining cock. I felt an animalistic heat at this point. I needed to be fucked. I knocked on the door. Danny opened it. He was fully nude, with a thick black leather cock ring pulled tight around the base of his throbbing shaft. Right there, not even fully inside the door, I dropped to my knees and licked the head of his cock. Danny moaned, and put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me forward onto his cock, and I coughed and spluttered again. I swallowed him down as much as I could. My back was arched and my ass presented to the world. The big plug felt like it was pulsing in my hole. “Jesus Danny,” Jack said from inside the bungalow, “let the boy get in the door before you face fuck him.” “This was all him,” replied Danny over his shoulder, “He saw my cock and just dropped to his knees.” “Boy, take that dick out of your mouth, and come over here.” Reluctantly I pulled off of Danny’s cock and got up. I saw Jack now, behind Danny, sitting on the couch. He was also completely naked, and hard as a rock. He was stroking his big uncut cock slowly. I could see the black strap of a cock ring around the base of his member as well. “How was the rest of your evening? Get up to anything fun?” “Honestly, I was too horny to do anything… well besides…” I turned around and bent forward showing them both my plugged hole. “Fuck,” said Danny. “Good boy,” said Jack, “I knew you could take something bigger than that little plug you had.” I heard him get off the couch, and then felt his rough hand against my cheek. He rubbed at my furry ass for a moment, then flicked the plug hard. I groaned. One of his hands snaked around my chest, finding my right nipple. He twisted, and pulled me back to him. My body was pressed against his warm flesh. I could feel his body hair against my back. His slick cock pressed into my spine just above my ass, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. “How long have you had that plug in your ass boy?” His voice was a velvet whisper in my ear. “Since you dropped it off daddy.” “Good. You’ll be nice and opened up by now. Saves us some work.” Danny appeared in front of me. He pressed himself to us, his erection pushing against my jock. He brought his lips close to mine. His tongue darted out and gave my lips a cheeky flick. He smiled. “Jack told you what we were going to do to you if you came here right?” “He said that if I took his load this afternoon I was committing to getting fucked by you both tonight.” “What else boy?” Jack whispered in my ear. I felt hot. Their bodies pressed against me. The heat from their flesh made my head spin. I could smell them both with every breath I took. I could feel them breathing, I felt every pulse of their engorged cocks. “That coming here was me giving my consent. That once I was here you weren’t going to keep asking me what I wanted it was going to be about what you wanted.” “Good… I guess you being here is our answer then. You want this don’t you?” “Yes! More than anything.” “You want both of our cocks inside you?” “Yes!” “You want both of our loads?” “Yes!” “You want to be our boy?” “Yes! God! Please fuck me! Use me! Breed me! Stretch me out! Please daddy! FUCK ME!” That was all it took. The playful energy went out of the room. Jack scooped me up under the armpits and hauled me into the other room. He flopped me down on the bed on all fours like a rag doll. His hands pawed at my ass. Danny was suddenly in front of me again. He was kneeling on the bed, his cock pointing straight at me. I swallowed, and then moved forward. I took his cock head inside me mouth, and ran my tongue across the slit. I sucked the precum from the drooling tip eliciting deep groans of satisfaction from him. Hot spit landed directly on my hole, and Jack’s cock head followed. He pressed in and easily sunk into my well used guts. I moaned around Danny’s cock. Jack started slowly, fucking me with long deep strokes. I whimpered, and tried to keep sucking on Danny’s cock but the pleasure was too much. As Jack picked up the strokes my mouth became just another hole. Danny had hold of the back of my head and was fucking his thick cock in and out of my mouth as I became slack jawed, trapped between the two of them. Thick spit was dripping down my chin. I could feel the froth of both of their pervious loads trickling down my taint as Jack fucked it out of me. Every moment I spent with these men was a new level of slutty, a place I had never been before. When Danny pulled his cock out of my mouth I gasped for air. My face felt hot, and my cheeks were clearly flushed. Tears ran down my cheeks and my chin looked like a sloppy mess. I knew, even without being able to see myself, I looked like one of those boys on the internet. I looked like one of those boy sluts who had just been roughly face fucked. I was one of those boys. The thing I had been edging too earlier that day was coming true. I was a daddy’s boy. Danny flopped back onto the bed, laying on his back. His big beautiful cock pointed straight up towards the ceiling. He grabbed my under my armpits and hauled me forward. Jacks cock slipped from my ass and I let out a little whimper of displeasure. I wasn’t empty long though, Danny brought me forward so that I was on top of him. He then pushed me back slowly till his cock head found my hole and slid inside me. Feeling the big fleshy mushroom press into me I sat back hard and impaled myself on his member. He let out a chuckle of appreciation as I started to ride him. Jack was behind me, his arms wrapped around me in a warm bear hug. His cock was pressed against the small of my back, and his fingers were toying with my nipples. He was nibbling on my ear and telling me how sexy I was, what a good job I was doing taking their cocks. “Come here sexy boy,” Danny said, and pulled me down to kiss him with one large paw on the back of my neck. He held me close, his cock still deep inside me, and kissed me ravenously. His other arm wrapped across my back. He pressed my body into his hairy chest. I felt a new pressure on my hole, and Jack’s hands on my cheeks. I tried to look over my shoulder but Danny held me tight, not allowing me to break our kiss. The pressure grew, it felt like another cock. “What, what’s happening?” I managed to gasp out. “We told you,” Jack said in my ear, “We’re both going to fuck you.” “What?!” I didn’t fully understand what they were saying but I was excited and scared by it. “You’ll be ok boy, it will feel good in the end,” Danny cooed. “Now, on the count of three you’re gonna take a deep breath,” instructed Jack. “Then hold it and clamp down tight on my cock,” added Danny, “and hold it for five seconds.” “After that let out your breath really slowly and imagine your hole opening wide. Think you can do that boy?” “Yes daddy!” I was panting with excitement. “Good boy. Ok. One… Two… Three…” I took a deep breath, pulling air as far into my lungs as I possibly could and tightened my hole. I squeezed Danny’s cock with all of my strength. One Mississippi, I thought, two Mississippi. When I let my breath out it was hard not to just let it out in one big rush, but I breathed out slowly and imagined my hole blossoming around Danny’s cock. I saw my hole turned into a big loose open hole for cock. I imagined it gaped and ready for use. The pressure returned, only this time it felt easy. I suddenly understood what “both of us are going to fuck you,” meant when I felt Jack’s stomach on my back. He had pressed his cock into me alongside his husbands. They were both inside me. We all let out a long collective groan. “Good job boy.” “How do you feel.” “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Was all I could say for a moment. “I think he likes it.” “Oh my god! I fucking love it!” “Do you want us to fuck you now?” “Fucking destroy me!” “Good answer boy.” Danny bucked his cock up into me, and Jack hammered downward. I tried to push myself up on my hands, to arch my back, but it was too intense. I flopped forward onto Danny’s warm sweat slicked body, and became a toy for them to use. My mouth hung open, and a deep guttural grunting was being fucked out of me. My whole body was on fire, like little bolts of electricity shooting across every nerve. Sex had never felt this good. I had never felt this good. It was bliss. An overwhelming euphoria seemed to envelop me. It fogged my mind. While they were both inside me there was nothing in the world but them, their cocks, and my hole. “Im going to fucking breed you.” Danny growled below me. “Fill him up babe, give him your load.” “Yeah! Fucking take it.” “Please breed me!” “Take my fucking load boy!” Danny roared, and slammed his cock inside me. While his shaft pulsed and throbbed Jack kept hammering. His hands held onto my ass cheeks, roughly holding them apart. I felt my ass become warmer and slicker as ribbons of cum were pumped inside me. Jack kept pounding till he finally grunted, “Fuck yes, and here’s my load.” He forced himself balls deep just like Danny and flooded me. We were all panting, sweat dripping off of us. They held their throbbing cocks as deep in me as they would go as they both came down from their orgasms. I was shaking. Jack was the first to move, with one last pulse of his cock he pulled back. I shuddered, something in me tightened, and suddenly my own cock exploded. I shot my load between Danny and I, covering both of our stomachs in cum. “Fuck, good boy,” Danny said. Jack flopped down onto the bed next to Danny and lay there panting. I slowly got up, and pulled myself off of Danny’s cock, instinctually being careful to clamp my hole down as I did so as not to lose a drop of their cum. I fell between the two of them, totally spent. The three of us lay there, in a sweaty cummy heap, wreaking of sex, without saying a word for a long time.

Indeed. Back in 2016, I was happy to support Hillary Clinton, even though I understand a lot of generally progressive people had issues with some aspect of her candidacy - issues that were largely ginned up by her opponents, rather than being true "issues". What I could never grasp is how so many people who ordinarily would have held their noses and voted for the Democrat anyway, failed to do so or in some cases even switched sides to vote for Mango Mussolini. I did a lot of detailed analysis of the trifecta of states she lost that are widely considered to have tipped the election to Trump (WI, MI, and PA). The biggest takeaway is that a lot of Obama support simply failed to turn out to vote for Clinton. Partly that might be that people thought she had the election in the bag. Partly it may have been old-fashioned misogyny - people have hated her since her days in Arkansas as the governor's wife - because she was an ambitious woman. But if anyone has any doubts as to how things would be different if she'd been president: We wouldn't have any of the three turds that Trump put on the Supreme Court, for one thing. I don't think even Mitch McConnell would have blocked a viable Clinton nominee for four years for Scalia's seat. Kennedy might not have resigned, but he was among the more tolerable conservative votes on the Court. And Ginsburg might well have resigned early enough that McConnell wouldn't have had to block her replacement. In other words, we might well have had Sotomayor, Kagan, Breyer, and at least two, maybe three other progressives/liberals on the Court instead of six conservatives and just three liberals. We wouldn't be wondering if these people were going to reverse Roe. We wouldn't be wondering if these people were going to reverse Obergefell. We wouldn't be looking at further gutting of the Voting Rights Act. We wouldn't be looking at gutting almost all firearms laws. And we almost certainly wouldn't be looking at the incredibly insane Independent State Legislature cases. How anyone can justify failing to vote against this kind of crap is beyond me.

@Mattsdarkside I would agree if you phrased it "The republican party". The distinction between party and members of that party are worth making. As a party, it will only come back to center if we encourage members who are more centrist to become more vocal within that party.

As a neg twink boy, this is my perfect poz fantasy...but especially if the poz guys were all dads!

Chapter II. Adam proposed that the five of us go back to his studio and get some photos taken. Danny and Sam were all up for it, especially since it seemed likely that they’d get to play with Adam. Three POZ cocks and the two of us seemed risky, but I knew and trusted Danny and Sam. After all, they could have stealthed us the last time we had all played together, and they knew Adam; I wondered how well they really knew him, since they didn’t seem to know that he was also POZ. My boy looked at me as if to say, ‘let’s do this now! I’m horny!’ I nodded assent, and we got the check. Adam had had less to drink, so he volunteered to drive Danny’s car. I sat in the front, with my boy tightly sandwiched between Danny and Sam. Of course, the three of them were making out as soon as Adam pulled out of the parking lot. By the time we had reached Adam’s studio, Danny and Sam were taking turns swallowing my boy’s cock. My boy didn’t even bother to pull his pants all the way up as they stumbled into the studio. Adam led us to a velvet couch in the middle of a big room. The four of us sat there as he switched on lights and got his equipment and camera together. ‘You four want to play as a group or as two couples?’ Sam suggested we do both. My boy and I made out as Adam snapped away. The sound of the camera’s shutter clicking was totally turning me on as I helped my boy slip out of his clothes. Danny and Sam stood over by Adam suggesting poses and camera angles. By the time my boy and I were naked, hard, and dripping, Danny and Sam were ready to switch places. My boy and I got off the sofa and the other guys took our place. They made out as they tore each others clothes off. They were 69ing on the cushions when Adam suggested we join in. My boy and I knelt in front of the sofa as Danny guided my mouth to his cock, and Sam guided my boy to his. We blew them for a few minutes and then Danny and Sam went down on us. God, those POZ fuckers both gave great head. Just then, Sam’s phone started ringing. I was shocked when he popped up off my cock and walked across to his pile of clothes and answered. From the look and sound of things, it was a work call. He needed to go help his boss out of a sticky situation at some country club. Danny looked annoyed, but agreed to head over there with him as Sam was still pretty drunk. They got dressed and headed out. I walked them to the car thanking them for a good time, and for agreeing to still play with me and my boy on safer terms. They both gave me a big hug then hopped in the car, planning to come back and pick us up to drive us back to our car as soon as they were finished. When I got back inside, Adam was standing next to the couch, his shirt now untucked, more or less hiding his crotch. I had noticed before that he must have been getting hard as he photographed the four of us fooling around. My boy was grinning as he posed leaned over the couch, fingering his ass, which was already shiny with lube or something. Adam had me take my clothes off again and stand beside the couch so my boy could blow me. After a few minutes, I really had to piss so I backed away and left the studio, heading down the hall as Adam directed. When I came back a few minutes later, Adam was sitting on the sofa next to my boy’s upturned ass, which seemed totally wet. My boy was pulling his cheeks apart exposing his hole as Adam took some closeups of his winking pucker. It dawned on me that his ass would have only gotten that wet if Adam had been eating him out. I figured that was fine with me. We both knew he was POZ, which meant that if it came to fucking, he’d have to bag up. Adam smiled at me and excused himself to go to the bathroom too. He shirt was still untucked, but I could see a dark spot that must have been precum. I figured he must have been turned on to soak through his pants and his shirt! Alone with my boy, I asked if Adam had been playing with his ass. He confessed, kind of guilty. I told him it was totally fine, and reminded him how much it turned me on to watch him give himself to other guys. ‘Adam doesn’t play safe,’ was all he said. I figured, whatever, then I’ll be the only guy fucking my boy today, but it dawned on me that they must have talked about fucking when I was out of the room. I wondered how much farther my boy would let things go if I found an excuse to leave the room. Adam came back but this time had lost his shirt. Fuck, he had a hot body. Spreading across his massive right pec was a biohazard tattoo. My boy and I both knew what that meant, and I could see my boy drool. Adam picked up his camera again and had me get on my knees. My boy spun around, ass upturned. Adam got on the sofa behind him as he shot my boy deep throating me. Adam nudged himself closer and closer to my boy’s prone ass. I could see he was hard as he pressed against my boy’s ass. My boy clearly liked it as he pushed back. Adam kept dry-humping him as my boy slobbered all over my dick. I looked up to see the tip of Adam’s glistening cock peeking out over the waist of his jeans. A nice uncut helmet oozing POZ precum. I thought that might be the moment to excuse myself, wanting to see how badly my boy wanted this POZ hunk to fuck him. I so desperately wanted to see his hole leaking cum again that it was starting to not bother me if it was POZ cum or not! To be continued…