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For some gay men, bug chasing is a long, slow process. Not for me. My recent divorce happened suddenly. One day, out of the blue, my wife of twenty years and mother of our two teenage kids asked me if I was gay. I could have lied and made it work a little longer. But our sex life had largely stopped. So I told her the truth – that I found myself increasingly attracted to other men. And that was it. She told me I had to start being who I was and our marriage was over. I was still sorting out my life when Debra, an ex-girlfriend from college, invited me to meet her at her office for lunch. I felt she was someone I could talk to about what happened. As we prepared to go to the restaurant, she introduced me to her co-worker, Dave. I knew immediately that he was gay. He was also tall, very well built, and exceptionally handsome. When he shook my hand, he held it for an unusually long time and looked intensely at me. I held his gaze. Something electric shot through me. Debra teased me about it over lunch. Although I had told her about my divorce, I hadn’t recounted the conversation with my former wife about my sexual identity. For all my old flame knew, I was straight. That afternoon Debra called me and said, “I feel awkward about telling you this, but Dave would like to ask you out on a date.” My heart skipped a beat. I replied that I would like to go out with him, too. “Andy, you do know he’s gay, right?” And that’s when I told her about why my marriage had ended so abruptly. Then she warned me, “You should also know he’s HIV-positive and not on medication.” This I hadn’t expected, but I knew about condoms and safe sex and told her so. “You need to be careful,” she cautioned. A few minutes later, Dave called me and asked me to dinner the next evening. I could hardly think straight (no pun intended, LOL). I found myself fantasizing about being fucked by Dave; in all my gay dreams, awake or asleep, I am the bottom. I must have jerked off a half dozen times over the next day. I also began to imagine him barebacking me, leading to especially intense orgasms. I made sure to douche before our date. Dinner was very romantic. He held my hand and we flirted. It seemed so natural to be part of a gay couple! When he invited me to his apartment, I immediately said yes. We walked the six blocks back to his place holding hands. We even stopped to kiss passionately on the sidewalk, the first time I had ever kissed another man. It felt so right – and really hot, too. At his apartment we made out on the couch for a while before he suggested we adjourn to the bedroom. There we helped each other out of our clothes. He embraced me in his strong arms. He was much bigger and more muscular than me, and I loved his masculine strength. Then I noticed something curious by the side of the bed, next to a tube of lube. There was a woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black leather band and a small round face, and a diamond solitaire engagement ring like the one I had given to my ex-wife when I had proposed many years ago. “What are these?” I asked, holding them up. “Debra told you I’m HIV-positive, right?” I nodded. “Well, when I’m with a guy who is negative but ready to convert, I invite him to wear this jewelry when we make love. They are both very feminine. They symbolize our commitment to share something forever, because I am going to impregnate him with my toxic seed. It is a gift he will always treasure.” I put on the watch and ring. I felt an odd tingle and I shivered. I felt very effeminate. Somehow, that seemed very natural in the moment. I looked into Dave’s beautiful blue eyes. “They are very pretty,” I said, with a lisp. “Don’t you think so?” I moved my hands in a girlish, limp-wristed gesture. Dave held me close in his arms. “Are you sure about this, Andy?” “I think so. I want to experience man sex without restraint. To me, this is part of what it means to be gay.” At that moment, I was too turned on, too overcome with sheer desire, to worry about the long-term consequences of what I was doing. Dave told me to lie down on the bed on my belly. He moved behind me, spread my ass cheeks, and began to rim my hole. My body quivered with the sensation of his warm, wet tongue teasing and then entering my puckered boi cunt. My own dick was rock hard, grinding into the sheet. After a few minutes he reached for the lube and began to finger me. When he slipped his forefinger inside me, he wasn’t gentle. I knew he was scratching me so I would start to bleed and be more vulnerable to his toxic seed. I did not object. In fact, I was moaning with pleasure and anticipation. Then I felt Dave’s weight pressing down on my back. “Last chance, Andy,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me if you want me to use a rubber. Once I’m inside you, it’s all over for you. I won’t be able to stop myself. When I cum, my poison seed will take over your body.” For a long moment, I said nothing. My mind was a blur. But my desire overpowered my reason. “Take me, Dave. I want your seed inside me.” He lifted himself to his knees. As I gripped the pillow, I felt the tip of his bare cock pressing against my hole. As he increased the pressure, I felt an intense burning sensation and then, when the tip split me and my sphincter resisted, a sharp pain. “Relax and breathe, Andy, you can do this,” he coaxed. I nodded and pushed back against him. Slurp! I felt my ass open to accept his fuck tool. The sensation was intense, heat, pain, and then just an amazing pleasure. I thought, I’m being fucked by another man. This is amazing. I’m a real faggot now. I gasped and moaned, “Oh, god, yes. Yes.” And I kept repeating it as Dave began to thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. Next he pressed his weight on my back again, his cock buried entirely in my boi cunt. He wrapped his arms under my shoulders and gripped them. I turned my head to kiss him. It was so hot! Then he said, “Are you ready?” I murmured “Breed me, Dave.” He began to pound my ass, which was full and warm. I had never felt anything so intense. He was grunting, completely intent on his own pleasure, and his sweat dripped onto my neck. Finally, there was a pause, he exhaled loudly, and his cock pistoned rapidly inside me, jets of cum shooting into my ass. I could feel the warmth and wetness. Dave lay panting on my back. He let go of my shoulders and his fingers interlaced with mine. I looked again at the watch and diamond ring, which sparkled in the light of the lamp beside the bed. I thought, my man lover just bred me. I’m his bitch, It feels incredible. I turned my head and he kissed me tenderly. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. Soon we dozed off. At some point, his cock softened and slipped out. But we didn’t sleep for very long, then or later. Dave wanted me again and I wanted to be taken again. I rode his cock, which I liked because I could control the pace (though when he got close to an orgasm, he began to buck his hips while he gripped my waist until he erupted fiercely inside me). I especially like being fucked in the missionary position, as my dainty, feminine hands gripped his strong forearms. In the morning, we arose early and showered together. As we dried off, he said, “By the way, Debra is stopping by for coffee in a little while. She wants to hear about our date. In case you don’t want to be here.” “I would love for her to see us together,” I answered. “I’ve told her about the watch and ring – I’ve told her how I use them when I poz a bottom.” When he said this, I put them back on so she would know that I had ignored her warning. A little later, Debra showed up. She immediately saw my pretty jewelry and smiled knowingly. “I knew you would decide to let Dave fuck you bareback,” she said. “I hope you don’t regret it later, sweetie.” “Never,” I replied. “This is who I am – a faggot who wants to explore every part of gay sex, without limits. I waited my whole life for this and now I plan to enjoy every minute of it.” Dave wrapped his arm around me and kissed me passionately. I looked at Debra and winked.

The rain showed no signs of letting up as Jason continued his slow lost walk through the dark streets of London. He couldn't remember why he got kicked out the club he just knew that the bouncers made it very clear he needed to fuck off, despite being sure that his girl was still in there with his phone. He had been trying to find a cash machine for the last half an hour but all the streets seemed the same and in his drunk state he had gotten turned around so many times he didnt know where he was. All he knew was that he was soaked through, his white polo now clinging to his young body and his trackies wrapped tight around his muscled ass. He turned down another dark alley and walked halfway down before the rain took another turn for the worst and began hammering down so hard he could barely see two feet in front of him. He threw himself into the doorway of the nearest store front which such drunken force he stumbled right through the door and collapsed on the floor inside as a large burly black man stood over him. “Well what little white rabbit has been washed up in this storm” he gruffed has he gripped the young Jason by the scruff of his soaked wet collar and effortlessly lifted him up to his feet. Jason swayed a little trying to clear his head and tried to regain some composure and dignity. “Shit sorry mate, sorry, heads all over the place, just trying to figure out my way home and that” he slurred as he swayed on his feet. “Dont you worry little rabbit, just take a second” Jason's eyes tried to focus but in his drunk state he couldn't make out much. The room was a foyer, bright and warm. There were posters all over the walls and another slightly older man was stood behind a counter with a sheet of glass across it. There were a couple of towels ready to be passed out. “What is this place mate” Jason asked confused but appreciating the warmth. “This is a sauna, and likely the perfect place for you, looks like you need to warm up and dry off” said this big black beast as he took a fistful of Jason polo and squeezed a large amount of rain water from it. “Its twenty for entry and you can stay as long as you like and enjoy all the facilities on hand” smirked the man behind the counter. “Plus we will even dry your clothes for you so they will be nice and dry in the morning after the rain has stopped.” Jason's eyes glazed slightly. The man behind the counter was topless, slender and hairless but with an assortment of tattoos over him including a chemical symbol and a large scorpion. Whilst he looked intimidating for someone who essentially worked on a reception, it was warm here, and he could use somewhere to relax. He couldn't keep walking around in this rain and catch a cold, plus who could he call without his phone. Maybe it was all the drink but this seemed like a smart idea. So he took out his wallet and passed over his bank card. “Okay awesome, perfect yeah. And you'll dry my clothes too yeah. I aint getting sick from that” “Dont you worry” said the man behind the counter “Its not wet clothes that will get you sick here” his smile creeping wider across his face as he scratched the biohazard symbol across his chest. The big burly black bouncer got behind Jason and began patting him down. “Right rabbit just spread your legs for me. Standard procedure here especially for sweet young chav flesh like you. Just need to make sure you aint trying to sneak in your own stuff here you get me” “Er yeah sure man sure” said Jason as those big black hands began to rub Jason's chest brushing his nipples as they rubbed against the wet material of the polo. “Right this needs to come off, makes sense to chuck in the tumblr dryer now hey Brian” said the bouncer as he began pulling off Jasons wet polo straight over his head. “Smart thinking there Dean, get it all through and we will sort this lad out now”. “You heard him lad” said Dean as his thick thumbs tucked into Jasons trackies and pulled them down in one fluid motion revealing immediately a pearly white smooth behind. “Woah shit mate, fuck what are you doing!” Jason spluttered as Dean exposed him totally naked. Immediately throwing his hands to cover his soft wet cock and low hanging balls. “Ha! Look at this little perv walking round commando and he gets all precious haha” laughed Dean as he put his foot between Jason's legs preventing him from pulling the wet garment back up. “Don't worry about it we are only messing, in fact I'm commando right now too” Dean said as he grabbed his crotch which seemed to be creeping halfway down his leg as he gave it a shake in his loose fitting trousers. He pushed his hips forward so that Jason's face brushed against it being bent over trying to pull his trousers up. “Chill out rabbit its fine, we are all men here, you're good. Besides we are helping you out so lets just get you sorted and into the sauna to relax and warm up”. Jason relented and stood up straight. He stepped out of his trackies, and stood there naked aside from some wet trainers and white socks. “Good rabbit, now just turn round and I just need to check one last thing to see if you are concealing anything. Hands on the counter and spread your legs for me” Jason didnt know what to do, there was something in him screaming this was fucked up, but what more could he do, here he was naked, being man handled by a big muscled bouncer and he didnt want to end up naked out in London in this weather. So against all better judgement and under the haze of alcohol he turned around placed his hands on the counter and bent over. The man behind the counter took the clothes and threw them into a laundry basket, came back and placed his hands over Jason's holding them in place. “Dont worry kid this is all standard procedure. This is a pretty exclusive place and we get all sorts trying to come in and ruin the fun. We are doing you a favour by letting you in, just need to make sure you arent trying to fuck us over”. “Its cool I understand, Its cool” Jason mumbled as he felt Dean kneel and spread his cheeks apart. Dean couldn't resist licking his lips and the tiny pink hole was revealed. It was obvious nothing had ever gone up there looking like a collectors piece. He couldnt wait to see the mess this boy would be when the morning came. He took a long suck of his large index calloused index finger and slowly applied pressure to the tight puckered hole. “Oh oh oh fuck mate what the fuck” Jason cried as he tried to pull away from the counter whilst Brian held his hands down in place “ssssh ssssh just relax and push out, it'll make it easier” Dean continued the force and pushed in deep in one unrelenting motion straight to his knuckle and the wiggled around, making sure to flick Jason's newly discovered prostate and taking the opportunity to drag his nail around those fresh fleshy walls. “Good and tight and feels clean” he announced as he pulled his finger out with an abrupt pop, “but just let me check one more thing. As Brian distracted Jason with some small bullshit talk about how it was almost over and he would be relaxing real soon, Dean dug out a nice chunk of crystal from his little baggie and placed it on his wet finger “Right rabbit one last check” he said and he once again pushed the finger back up inside the young lads tight hole making sure the crystal went in nice and deep. “Oh fuck what was that” Jason bellowed as he bucked his body up. “My bad, probably just my finger nail” Dean softly replied as he pulled his finger out stood up, staring into the a confused and slightly bewildered Jason. “Dont worry Rabbit, all done now and you can go and relax” Brian handed Jason his towels and buzzed him through a door as Jason slowly stumbled through the doors trying to shake off the feeling that this was a terrible idea. The door shut behind him and the electronic lock clicked into place. Jason walked through past Brian in the reception and shuffled towards the direction of the lockers not looking back, missing Brian taking long tender sucks on Deans finger, cleaning the pink streaks and residue of meth that had been pushed deep into Jasons guts slowly dissolving with every step he took.

I think bigotry is the wrong word. The idea that "trans men are 'men'" is a pretty novel one, and not universal among gay men, let alone among society at large. It is a stretch to lob that word, "bigotry," at somebody who has trouble with this idea.

I was at Pig week for the first time but only for part of the week, 11/29-12/3. I had a pretty good time even though I was suffering from a sinus infection. I still managed to get out and have some fun and get fucked! The first event I went to was the Circus party at the Manor complex. It was an awesome party and the highlight of the week for me. I got there around 9pm and went straight to the clothes check line. I checked my shirt, tights and phone and just wore a pink assless singlet. I went to the bar for a drink and then headed to the dance floor to shake my ass. After dancing for a bit, I headed upstairs and there were guys fucking and sucking everywhere. Some guys were in the slings and others bent over the bar. I found a spot in the corner and bent over a chair offering my ass up for guys to fuck. I had previously prelubed my hole and was ready to take cocks and loads. I took a hit of poppers and then felt some guy shove his cock all the way in my cunt. He pounded my hole for a few minutes then said he was shooting his poz load in my cunt! As soon as he pulled out, another guy sunk his cock in my willing cunt and unloaded in me. With two loads in I decided to take a break and get another drink at the downstairs bar. I then went back out to the dance floor hoping to get fucked there by some more guys. There was a stage at the front of the dance floor with guys bent over taking cocks. I found a spot to bend over and offered my ass up for more cocks and loads. I ended up taking 4 more cocks and loads and my cunt was now pretty sloppy and wrecked! I went to the Eagle bar on Friday night and a pool party at a resort on Saturday afternoon and stripped down to just a jock at both of those events. I was fucked and filled by 3 more guys in the darkroom at the Eagle and 2 guys at the pool party. Since this was my first time at Pig week I wasn't sure what to expect and kind of used this trip to feel it out. Unfortunately, I didn't get to any of the sex clubs but I plan to next year. There are so many events scheduled you have to kind of pick and choose what to attend. I don't think I could do all 10 days but I highly recommend going for part of it! Especially if you are into sleazy, slutty and anonymous pig sex, I can't wait to go again next year!

so this BBC top just ubered me to his house. I was a little nervous at first til I pulled up to this nice house, he said to just walk in and find him in the living room, and DAM! SEXY black man, fit, with a 12 inch thick cock laying naked, I'm a submissive bottom, and told him to just tell me what to do when I get there, so this hot man says, get those clothes off and get on your knees. I do just that, I take his bbc down my throat as he starts fn my throat deep, then he says, now let me see those cheeks, that bbc slaps my hole and he slams into me and was suprised that I didn't pull away, then he says, oh you know how to take dick huh. I moan, mmm yes sir. he grabs a condom but I say with pouty face, no glove sir bareback only please, with a big grin he starts pounding my then tight hole, he had me in every position, within 10 min I feel his shooting ropes deep in me but he doesn't stop. by the time I leave he filled me 3x! before I left he tells me he will send a car at midnight tomorrow. and be ready for him a his 2 friends. I can't fn wait!!

In the morning I woke up a bit confused at first and then saw Darren's big hairy body next to me and suddenly remembered. To my surprise rather than being angry about what happened I immediately got massively hard. Darren's powerful cock felt intense inside me and filled me in a way I had never experienced before. The poz cum inside me reminded me I belonged to a real man - a dominant. Darren began to stir and getting thicker and longer. The poz snake was back. I started to suck it carefully hoping he would not mind and he stirred and moaned "yeh, good boy, take daddy's cock". At this I climbed on and eased it into my ass fucking myself on the poz weapon. I leant across and whispered in Darren's ear "make me yours sir". Jake woke up and was like "woah man, you've done enough you don't need to take any more dirty seed". I kept fucking myself on Darren's cock and said "sir, I'm already converting to you! I want to be your sub! I love your cock". Darren flung me off his cock and face down on the bed. He rammed his cock back into me and pounded intensely. He shouted "tell me what you want" and I screamed "poz cum sir, YOUR poz cum" and with that he growled and pushed his cock into me fully and spurted filling me with his toxins. Jake was astonished and said "why did you take more dirty cum, don't tell me you like it?". I replied to look at Darren, how muscular he is, how hairy, how big his cock is and I said "can you imagine such a meaty cock filling you - it is intense. And his poz cum marks me out as his lad". Darren said "that's right boy, you belong to me now and I will always be inside you whats your name anyway?. I replied it was Dave. We showered each other, Darren slipped me his number and we headed off. On the way home Jake asked so many questions about me taking poz cum and even began to ask about what having such a big cock in me felt like. The next Saturday Jake texted me to ask if wanted to go back down the club but I replied I couldn't as I'd arranged with Darren to spend the evening and the night together. Jake said I must be hungry for that cock. Darren fucked me slowly and tenderly saying we were becoming one. I felt so safe like I belonged in his arms. We drifted off to sleep but were awoken by a text at 3am from Jake saying he was so drunk and was really horny and could he watch Darren and I fuck if we did it again that night. Darren chuckled and said "sure". When Jake arrived Darren said "why don't you both kneel on the ground and kiss this massive snake like good little pups. We both hungrily did as we were told. Darren said to Jake" you loved having Dave's cock in you last week and I've made him rock hard - this could be your last chance before my seed takes hold". He threw us the poppers and we hungrily sniffed. Jake said he needed me and I put on a condom as I knew Jake loved them and slid my cock into Jakes hole. Jake sniffed some more poppers and stop a moment and I pulled out. He sniffed yet again, rolled the condom off me and backed onto my cock saying "its my only chance to feel you raw before Darren converts you". We fucked passionately for about half an hour until I shot my last neg load into Jake's hole and we kissed more. Despite having shot a big load with me inside him Jake was still hard - he said "wow raw feels so good - just a pity I can't take Darren's monster". Darren stood behind Jake hugging him with his raw cock against his hole and wispered "who says you can't".

A mid-life crisis can be a funny thing to watch happen, but it isn’t so amusing when you’re caught up at the pointy end of it. That was my lot in life. Three days before my 40th birthday, my partner of twelve years tells me he doesn’t love me anymore, and has been fucking the neighbours’ 19 year old son since I started going back to the office after the worst of the pandemic was over. Talk about a gut punch. Anyway, I did what you have to do in that situation, and started re-building my dumpster fire of a life from scratch. The house went on the market and sold pretty quickly, and while Alan took his share of the money off with his twink to a rented flat in Hackney, I opted to move down to the river in the East End where I bought a small but perfectly fine new-build apartment. The shredding of our mutual friendship network eventually settled down, and life went on. I was not, however, at all interested in getting back out there to find a new Mr Right. The betrayal had cut me deep, and I intended to enjoy myself for a while before deciding what was next. I had kept myself in excellent shape, managing so far to avoid the onset of any hint of a dad bod, and I threw myself into an even more rigorous regimen in the gym and running by the Thames so that I would maintain some appeal to the men on the apps, in the clubs and wherever I was out hunting for some cock. I had never been much of a top. Although I’m reasonably hung and am perfectly capable of giving someone a good pounding, I’m wired up to want to be the one on all fours getting filled. I think I’m pretty good at it actually, although being back on the market had re-opened my eyes to how the same cannot be said of all the guys who call themselves tops. As much as he was a lying, cheating little shit, Alan had been a very competent fucker and had kept me satisfied for over a decade. It was rather deflating to think that I had not been able to do the same for him. The first few hookups had involved condoms, but after so long not using them while I was with Alan, I found it to be yet another disappointment in the sex department. Having a few too many vodkas one night and ending up being barebacked in the club toilets pretty much brought my brief return to safe sex to an end, and while nursing a hangover the next day I resolved to get myself on PrEP. But you know what it’s like when you have a to-do list that includes a dozen tasks relating to a place you’ve just moved into… There was something else nagging at me. During the lull in my sex life right after being dumped, I had descended into a bit of a reliance on porn as a means of escape. Once I did start to hook up with men again, I was nearly always left feeling a bit flat because what I had really wanted was to experience what I imagined the bottoms in my favourite scenes had been. I had assumed that would pass as I got more used to putting myself out there, but if anything the problem got worse. A solution presented itself one day when I was hit up by a guy online who was looking for a hookup, either solo or with his partner. He said they were both versatile, but happy to be exclusively tops if that’s what I was looking for in a session. Nothing particularly unusual there, but what got my interest was the suggestion that rather than either one of us hosting, I could come to a warehouse they owned where they played sometimes. Given both he and his partner were black and muscled, I realised that the opportunity was there to recreate one of my all-time favourite scenes where Marco Paris is blindfolded and taken raw by Kam Run and Chase Coxxx in some kind of industrial setting. I decided to bite the bullet and let him know that this was something I’d be into, and he just replied with the smile and thumbs-up emojis. Sure enough, a couple of days later on a Friday afternoon he messaged me again to suggest meeting that night, and gave me the address of the warehouse. He let me know how to get in before they arrived, so that I could truly live out the scene and not see either of them. Fuck, this was actually going to happen. I hurriedly cancelled my evening plans and found a way to get out of work early, and then made my way home to get showered and douched. I decided to open myself up a bit with a dildo, and then inserted some more lube and a plug to keep my hole ready for them. I then set out in an Uber to the address they had given me, and once there I found my way in the darkness around the side of the building where there was indeed a locked-looking door that was actually able to be pushed open. Inside things looked a bit different to the scene, with dusty boxes everywhere and various other things under tarps, but the industrial feel of it still got me going. Over in the corner I could see a mattress on the floor with a black sheet on it, and was also pleased to see a heater nearby given it was bit chilly. I made my way over there and then stripped out of my clothes and removed the plug, tossing them all to the side. I then pulled the roll of duct tape out of my jacket pocket, tore off a decent length of it, and carefully looped it round my head to recreate the blindfold Marco Paris had worn in the scene. I then set back and waited. After only a few minutes, I heard the door open and the guys entering. I stayed in position while I listened to them undressing, and then felt a hand on my head immediately before a cock touched my lips. I opened wide and it slid in, tasting divine but also feeling both thick and long. I felt the presence of someone to the other side of me, so reached up with my hand until I made contact with a thigh which I then followed up to another, thinner penis. I gently grasped that cock began to wank it as I sucked on the other one. I then switched so I could taste the second one, using my other hand to begin wanking the slicked-up first one that I had just been swallowing. I then went back and forth between the two. Eventually the second guy pulled his cock away from me, and I felt him running his hand down my back to my arse. I shuffled my position to enable me to get onto all fours, still sucking on the first guy while I made my rear end more accessible to the second. As soon as I had done, he began to push a finger into me, followed by a second. It was so hot that I barely reacted when I felt him curve his fingers inside me a bit, but I jolted when his nails made contact with my inner walls. It was kind of a turn on though, despite the scratchy burn, and I just pushed my arse out more towards him as he continued to do that. He then withdrew, and I felt him shifting position behind me and the tip of his cock starting to press against my hole. I instinctively pushed back while relaxing my hole, and he steadily slid the entire length inside me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, and continued to do so as the guy behind me started to slide back and forth. His hands gripped my buttocks, and he got into a steady rhythm. It felt fucking amazing, particularly as my mind was flooded with images of the porn scene we were recreating. Finally, some sex that properly got me going. I was spit-roasted for a good long time, before the man behind me showed the unmistakable signs of reaching a climax. Sure enough, he took one final plunge into me and then held in place, yelling as he unloaded into me. I did my best to shout “breed me” around the cock in my mouth, so utterly turned on by what was happening that I never gave a moment’s thought to the fact that their status was not on the app profile and we had never discussed it. Once my fucker had calmed down and finished spurting, he pulled out and they swapped positions. In the porn scene it had become a twosome at this point, but in this real life encounter I found the cummy cock that had just been up my arse being pushed into my mouth. As I hungrily wrapped my lips around it, the other guy was pushing his finger into me and once again I felt it curl up a bit followed my more scratching of my innards. I moaned around the cock, at this time noticing for the first time that there was a metallic taste to it. However, before I could give that any thought, the finger inside of me was pulled out and immediately replaced by the thick cock I had been loving in my mouth just a few minutes before. I moaned even louder as I was stretched open, and almost could not believe how far up inside me it went before I felt the guy’s body and pubes press against me. He then immediately began to pound me, rocking me forward and back on the cock in my mouth. This was heaven. This second fuck was a bit more frenetic than the first, and I was almost seeing stars in the blackness the blindfold had created. I lurched back and forth, only getting a respite when my fucker slowed a little while his partner turned around and, I’m guessing, got on all fours in front of me. My face made contact with his buttcheeks, and as I took the hint and started to reach out with my tongue for his hole, the pace of the fucking re-intensified. I gave my first fucker the best rimjob I could while enduring such a shafting. All good things come to an end, and my fucker eventually went over the edge and blew his load in me. I encouraged him on by yelling obscenities into the hole of the first guy, feeling the dick in me flex and spurt. When his orgasm had subsided he slid out of me, at the same time as his partner pulled forward away from my face. I slumped down on my front with my legs splayed, panting from the exertion of taking such a hard fuck. I then felt a finger pushing into me, and this time was not surprised when there was a bit of scratching. This was clearly their thing. The finger was removed, and I was about to reach up and see about removing the blindfold. However, a body climbed on the mattress behind me, and I knew which one of them it was as I felt the thinner of the two cocks poking at my hole. I relaxed and it slid inside in one go, before he began to pump himself up and down. This time his partner didn’t join in, perhaps needing a while to recover after cumming in me, so I just lay there pushing my arse back at the invading cock while moaning and groaning in pleasure. In time, a third load was added to my hole, and of course a finger went back inside me once the cock was removed. I lay there wondering what was next, before I felt myself being gently pulled up by my armpits. I took the hint and got myself stood up, before being walked off the mattress and over the concrete floor a few steps. It was pretty disorientating, but I kind of liked how vulnerable I had made myself to these two guys. He indicated for me to stop, and then told me to bend forward. I did so slowly until I felt my arms make contact with something that felt like a barrel, at which point I used them to support myself while I adjusted my legs to get them open and my arse out. No sooner had I done that than the thick cock was pushing back into me, setting up yet another hard pounding. I clung onto the barrel for dear life as he fucked my brains out for a second time, my head this time filling with some hazy images of a similar scene in the same porn flick as the scene I had come to recreate. I loved that these guys had done their homework. He lasted quite a bit longer this time, and I loved every minute of it. His cock was huge, and was hitting spots in me that no-one ever had reached before. I just gave in and allowed myself to moan, groan and yell my way through it, making sure he knew how fucking good it was. I could have stayed there for hours, but he once again got to a climax and I was filled with my fourth load of the night. I slumped over the barrel when he pulled out of me, feeling the cum run down my balls as my gaping hole emptied. “You want more?” one of them asked me. “Yes” I panted, now totally lost to the fucklust. “Cool” he replied, “but we need to rest for a bit. Why don’t you come sit down over here until we’re ready to fuck you again.” I wearily stood up straight and cautiously turned around, before feeling a hand on my arm encouraging me to walk in a certain direction. My toes touched the mattress, and I stood up onto it before sitting down. I then heard the sound of a lighter firing up a couple of times, followed by the smell of smoke. “You want a cigarette?” the other guy asked. “Yes please” I said, despite having quit in my late twenties when I met Alan, a non-smoker. One was slid into my lips and lit, and then I took a deep inhale. The rush was intense, but I also loved it. I exhaled, then shuffled myself forward a bit until I felt like there was enough mattress behind me to lie down on my back. Reaching out occasionally to tap off ash on the concrete floor, I happily lay there and smoked my first cigarette in over a decade while my arse throbbed in a mix of pain and pleasure. A short while later a second cigarette was popped into my lips and lit, followed immediately by my legs being lifted into the air and onto a set of shoulders. A finger was pushed into my hole, and this time I winced as it scratched me a bit before being removed. The thinner cock was then pushing into me, and soon enough I was being fucked for a fifth time while I puffed on the cigarette between my lips. Oh yes, this was going to be a thing I did more often from now on. When I had finished that cigarette and the stub end of it had been taken out of my hand, the cock in me was removed and my legs lowered. I didn’t think he had blown in me, so I assumed a change in position was happening. I was right, as I was pulled up and eventually put into a kneeling position with my legs open. They encouraged me to raise up a bit as one of them slid under me, and then I was lowered to take in the thinner cock that had just been fucking me. I propelled myself up and down a few times on the erect penis, and then a hand on my back pushed me forwards. I knew what was coming, and gritted my teeth and did my best to push out as the thicker cock pressed at my hole and then began to slide inside. It seemed to take forever and I could not help but yell out repeatedly, but eventually both of them were inside me side-by-side. They let me get used to it for a moment, with a bottle of poppers presented at my nose that I gratefully huffed on, and then the movement started. The guy behind me did most of the work, vigorously pushing in and out of me in a way that caused me to also move up and down his partner’s cock too. I felt fuller than I ever have in my life, and who knows what sort of noises were coming out of my mouth while I took my first ever double-fuck. With the blindfold on and the intensity of the sex, I almost seemed to drift out of my body, imagining from any number of porn films I had jerked off to what this must look like. It all got too much for me, and I involuntarily and hands-free reached orgasm, presumably covering the guy lying on the mattress with my cum. They didn’t let up though, and I was starting to think I was going to cum again when they both finally went over the edge together and filled my innards. After remaining in a panting heap for a bit, they gradually disentangled us and I slumped over on my back beside the other guy. A cigarette went between my lips again, and in a semi-conscious state I lay there and smoked all of it. “I think we’re fucked out mate” said one of them a bit breathlessly, after we had rested for a while. “But I reckon you’re not yet.” “Never” I replied. “Need more.” “Thought so” he laughed. “Well, you just lie there while we see what we can do.” I had no idea what that meant, but was too fucked-out to care. I just lay there while they did whatever they were doing, presumably sending messages on their phones or something, only stirring at one point to ask if they had any water. A bottle was put into my hand that I took a few sips from, before I decided to turn over onto my front. While doing so my hand made contact with a packet of cigarettes that had a lighter inside, and with a bit of trial and error I managed to get one lit despite not being able to see a damn thing. Eventually one of the guys re-joined me on the mattress, and I felt the now familiar poking of a finger into my hole. I opened my legs wide to give full access, and just lay there as he wiggled and occasionally scratched around inside me. It’s obvious now what was happening, but in my haze I just passed it off as a kink or something. To be honest, my hole had become so insatiable that I was just pleased to have something inside it. It turns out that they weren’t completely fucked out, as the guy with the thinner cock pushed back inside me eventually and slowly humped me while I lay prone on the mattress. It was pretty gentle and lacking in energy, so I knew it was probably more about keeping me going than him needing to cum again. He kept at it for a while, and then I heard the door to the warehouse opening and the shuffle and clomp of more guys coming in. There were definitely at least two of them, maybe more, and from the sounds of it they were all soon undressed. My fucker withdrew, and then unknown hands pulled me up onto all fours. Something was pushed into me that felt very unfamiliar, but I now know was probably a toothbrush or something. I winced and yelped a bit as it was thrust around inside me, before it was unceremoniously pulled out and replaced with a cock. Only this also felt unfamiliar in a way, as there was something else there that I concluded must be a Prince Albert. Man did it feel weird at first, but once its wearer began thrusting in and out the sensations on my prostate were incredible! My moans and groans were soon stifled by a cock going into my mouth, which also had a really thick gauge PA on it. Swirling that giant piece of metal around in my mouth was yet another new sensation, but soon I had to contend with it going down my throat which really tested me on the gag reflex. The guy seemed unconcerned though, and thrust himself forward towards me so that I pretty much had no choice but to choke and moan around his pierced dick while the other one sped up his epic pounding at the other end. They swapped places after a while, and then again a while after that… I actually lost track of who was in each end given how similar their cocks and piercings were, but I suppose that as I couldn’t actually see either of them it didn’t really matter. Eventually the one in my arse blew his load in me with a roar, after which the other one took over and very quickly spilled his seed in me too. After he pulled out I collapsed onto my front, but was very quickly turned over and my legs parted to allow another man to push into me and start a rapid fucking that very quickly resulted in yet another breeding. As soon as he withdrew, hands grasped round my wrists and ankles and I was hoisted into the air, Being unable to see I did not know where I was going until I was briefly lifted even higher and dumped into what I knew must be a sling. I guess the metallic bangs and clangs I had been vaguely aware of during the spit-roast must have been related to this being got out or set up. Anyway, my arms and legs remained held in the air as the men worked to put some kind of leather cuffs on them, and when they let go I was properly held in position. It was at this point that I felt some tugging at the duct tape, followed by the cold of a blade or some scissors at the side of my head. Then, with no warning or care whatsoever, the whole thing was ripped off in one painful go, causing me to yelp out in agony. I blinked at the influx of light into my eyes, and then I blearily looked around me at the five black men standing in front of me. One of them looked familiar enough that he was presumably the one whose profile I had linked with on the app, and he was standing so close to another that I presumed that must be the partner. They were both lean and muscled. The other three were a different deal altogether, being tall and built like breeding bulls, all sporting huge gold chains with scorpion pendants. That was my first clue, but my eyes finally adjusting properly gave me my second. The breeding bulls were adorned with huge biohazard tattoos on their impressive pecs, and I then noticed smaller ones on the other two guys on their flat stomachs. I could not remember if one had been visible on the app profile photo or not, but either way, the scratching of my hole now all made sense. “Fuck” I said, to no-one in particular. “That’s what we’re here to do” said one of the bulls, before he stepped up and jammed his pierced cock into my hole. I yelped as I helplessly hung there, now knowing that the cock in me was toxic, the loads I had in me were all toxic, and this was nowhere near over. “You know you want it” said the profile guy, watching me being mercilessly pounded. “We could just tell that you wanted it.” And I did. In that moment, all I needed was for these guys to continue to use me until they were spent. Yes, the porn scene set-up had been a massive turn on, but as the PA ravaged my innards I had something of an epiphany. This is what I had been missing. This is what I needed. It’s like this toxic cock was finally bringing me into the light, where I could see the person I truly was inside. All those years of identifying as a bottom, when in fact I was so much more than that. I was, and would continue to now be, a truly unadulterated cumdump. “Yes” I wheezed out. “I need it.” The guy fucking me let out a demonic laugh, and then upped his pace even more until he growled and blew his load. One of the other bulls stepped up and ploughed in. When he had blown, the third followed. Then the first again. So it went on, with me dissolving into a profanity-filled fuckhaze, screaming at them to breed and poz me. Despite the number of times they blew, the bulls only seemed to get more energetic and eventually all three of them were fucking constantly. The partner guys now joining me as bottoms, bending over from each side of me so they could make out with each other, share sucking duties on my cock or puff on cigarettes (which they shared with me) while they were ploughed. The first signs of daylight appearing at the windows up by the roof of the warehouse seemed to take the energy out of the room, and after each of them blew one more load into my hole, they uncuffed my wrists and let me down from the sling. I was very shaky on my legs and had to lie down on the mattress for a bit, before eventually using a rag that one of them threw my way to wipe some of the cum off my balls and legs. I inserted the plug I had worn at the start of the evening, noting that it only just stayed in now, and then got myself dressed. By then they were all ready, and the bulls surprised me by each shaking my hand as they muttered a goodbye and left the building. The partner guys then offered to drive me home, putting a different rag on the back seat for me to sit on for the ride so I wouldn’t mess up their car, something I noted they also did on their own seats. “Make sure you let us know how it goes” said the profile guy, as his partner shut off the engine outside my building. “We can always have another go.” “Whenever you want” I said, smiling at him. “Might see if there’s any other scenes I’d like to do.” “I don’t think what we did tonight is in any porn I know of” his partner laughed. “Then we’ll just have to make our own” I replied, smirking. They both laughed, and then gave me a warm smile as I got out of the car. I watched them drive off, and then headed into my building and up to my apartment, grateful that I had not had any neighbours in the lift with me. I resisted the urge to collapse into bed straight away, taking the time to have a shower and clean myself up, but soon enough was passed out. When I woke a few hours later, I could only think of one thing. Normally it would have been coffee, but today it was porn. I grabbed my phone and got a few of my favourite sites up on different browser windows, clicking into my Favourites on each so I could look over the scenes that tickled me the most. However, my focus was on the interracial scenes, and I soon found what I was after. Joseph Ox being used by four hung muscled black guys, including Kept Secret. Man, the loads I had blown to that one. I booted up the app, and messaged profile guy asking for a way to contact the bulls and also sending him a link to the video. He replied a short while later with multiple ROFL emojis, but also providing me a name and number. I hurriedly got in touch with whichever one of the bulls it was, and then hauled myself out of bed. I dressed in a tracksuit and trainers, and then headed out the door to get a caffeine hit but also pick up some cigarettes. Fuck Alan and his rules. Today was going to be the first day of the rest of my life. And so it is, that really just a few hours after the most epic night of my life, I’m naked on a bed in my apartment waiting for the bulls to arrive. They’ve found a fourth somewhere so that the porn scene recreation can be vaguely accurate, and I know I will enjoy that immensely before they inevitably throw the ‘script’ out the window and focus on getting me pozzed. Profile guy and his partner are so intrigued that they’re coming over to watch, and maybe join in. They’ve hinted at possibly bringing some other people round later too. All the supplies we could need are laid out, and I’ve got things started by giving myself a bit of a brushing. This one is going to be epic…

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Which would be a recipe, ultimately, for anarchy, and the total breakdown of the social systems that compose human society. The Universe itself, though we see structure and order and systems all around us, is ultimately (wait a few quintillion years) bound for the absolute dissolution of all order as entropy takes its final toll. Decay of systems happens around us constantly - I just had to replace my toilet valve last tight because the water suddenly wouldn’t stop running - and the only way we keep systems running is by constantly adding more effort to restore order. Maintaining tolerance in a society similarly requires a repeated influx of effort, and new energy, because it is a cognitive advance that has to be overlain over intolerance, which is an outgrowth of survival instinct by which creatures avoid unlike creatures to prevent predation, competition, and disease. But a biome survives and flourishes as a holistic system when each member species learns what other members it can tolerate and accept, and which it cannot. The gazelle can peacefully tolerate sharing the Serengheti with the elephant, but it would be suicidal to tolerate the lions wandering among them, even though the lions occupy the plain as well and aren’t going anywhere. The Constitution helps the American biome figure out how all out gazelles, elephants and lions (and warthogs) coexist in a thriving system…that includes a certain amount of moderate intolerance of lions.

Was in chicago for work and needed to get bred. Jumped on sniffies and found a guy that was staying in my hotel. He was vers bottom but was looking to breed. I gave him my room number, propped door open, and got in doggie on the bed. Shortly after, I heard the door open and I immediately started doing poppers. He came on the bed, grabbed the lube and fingered me a little. Soon after, I felt his raw cock at my hole. He pushed in and started fucking. He was very verbal about fucking my raw fuckhole saying all kinds of dirty talk which was hot. He asked me if I wanted his load and I said yes. He pushed deep and came in me. He pulled out, I thanked him, and he left. I was still horny and found another guy in the hotel that was horny. I asked him if he wanted to add his load. He was a little hesitant at first but his horniness won. Again, I propped the door open and got in doggie on the bed and started doing poppers. When he came in, he told me to stand and bend over the bed instead. I got up and he fingered my sloppy hole. Then, he slipped his raw cock in. He was thicker than the first guy but he was patient with my tight fuckhole. He fucked me for a bit and then pushed deep. For the first time ever, I felt a cock throb as it came deep in me. It was hot. He pulled out, slapped my ass and left. Only ended up with two loads but they were fun!

For what it's worth, I never feel like you're an idiot, total or otherwise. I think you bring an important viewpoint to the table, one that many of us otherwise would forget to recognize.

Trump's been ripping her for months now, and while he's pragmatic to a certain extent, he does generally not forgive people he perceives as disloyal. Additionally, he's not going to want anyone as VP who might overshadow him at any point, or who might gain attention from the masses that he believes rightfully should be his. Why else do you think he chose the utterly unforgettable Mike Pence the first go-round, other than to shore up his standing with evangelicals (which he doesn't need to do any more, now that they're fully on board with his racist demagoguery)? In any event, if Trump manages to pull out a win in 2024, 2028 GOP candidates are irrelevant. Anyone who thinks he's going to go peacefully after a second term isn't paying attention to what he's saying.

Some guys do not, in fact, know what "breed" means. If they're accustomed to condom-protected sex, they may not be up on the lingo that most barebackers (and some non-barebackers) use. Some - and I can vouch for this from personal experience, discussing the issue with other gay men - think "breed" is a synonym for "fuck", and don't understand the implication that "breeding" means "ejaculate inside without protection". With a new partner, I'd suggest clearer language - either in a sexually charged manner ("I wanna put my load up your ass so you're dripping it out for hours") or in a clinical one ("I only fuck without condoms - is that OK?"). When a significant number of gay men still don't understand what PrEP is, what it does and does not protect against, or even that HIV is still a thing to worry about, you can't assume that they're going to correctly interpret a slang term the way you (and admittedly, the majority of gay men) mean it.

It's notable here that the main definition and the "especially" definition here actually are different in a fundamentally important way. "strongly and unfairly dislikes" refers to an individual's emotions and internal dialogue. "hates or refuses to accept" refers to an individual's actions and public dialogue. The first principally harms only the individual having the thoughts. The second principally harms the members of the target group. This is why it's important for people to work at making that distinction for their own prejudices (and we ALL have them, because that is part of human nature). The arc of the moral universe may tend toward justice, but it does so a lot more readily if we all pitch in.

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Just got my latest load in a married professor's office (I work in a university). He's got a nice thick cock, which his wife was totally neglecting. I'm rather proud of this now on going connection since I've had to groom/prepare him for some time to accept both his very natural urges and his equally valid need for release. It's been a commitment of time and energy but he now seems addicted to being enthusiastically sucked and rimmed before bending me over his desk to fuck me raw. He's now at the point of actively arranging 'visits' and lying to wifey about 'working late'. I'm enjoying his descent into secret gay cheater and plan on taking him further down the path. Today, for the first time, I had him suck my cock (after getting him nice and horny and compliant) and I plan on training him to swallow my cum, rim my ass, and, ultimately, bend over to take my cock. I'm already putting the idea into his head that he should play with other cocks, with the goal of setting him free to be a gay cock slut like me. My final goal is to get him to the point where he goes along with the two of us servicing a big dick top: fingers crossed!

Five loads later and Jason's body was limp and loose after being passed back and forth in the steam around the dirty older pigs. He couldn't hold a coherent thought together let alone speak as the last dick to fuck him slowly plopped out and a gush of liquid spilled out and dribbled down his leg. Jason dropped to the floor and his body slowly began crawling for the door, instinctively trying to get away from his tormentors however in moments he felt arms either side hoist him to his feet and walk him out the steam room into the cold corridor. “I think this dumb cunt pig needs a lie down before he starts having a G fit, how fucking much did you give him Sid you fucker” laughed one of his supports. “Just the right amount for a growing young lad” came the response from the steam room. “Right come with us, we will get you laid down and relaxed don't worry”. Came the voice next to Jason reassuringly. He leaned in and rested his head on this mans shoulder and found it bony and pointed. He was desperately seeking some sense of safety, completely not realising he wouldn't find any in one of the men who had just raped his hole. Jason was walked, well more dragged, through the red lit corridors, seeing various faces of men staring back at him with lust. All sorts of men were here, from big hairy brutes, to seedy looking twinks, smooth bloated bellies and skeletal bodies. They all had the same face in common however, a look of insatiable hunger. Jason was pushed into a room and was lifted into a sling suspended in the centre of this room. “Ssssssh lay back kid, don't worry we will get you sorted out, just relax and try and sleep it off” said one of his supports and he was helped further back into the sling and had his legs lifted and slowly secured into the straps. Jason slowly drifted towards the edge of unconsciousness as he slowly was rocked back and forward in the sling as multiple leather straps were wrapped around his legs and arms keeping him secure and in place. One of the men went into the corner and pressed a couple of buttons that help tilt and manoeuvre the sling so Jason's head was below his legs, making not only the blood slowly rush to his head, but ensuring his mouth and throat and arse were all at prime fucking height. Another button was pressed which slowly pulled the sling further apart stretching Jason's legs out further apart. He groaned as his fucked hole began to stretch open slightly and a gush of cum slopped out onto the floor. “Don't be an ungrateful pig now” said one of the captors as he scooped the discharge up in his fingers and shoved them into Jason's open mouth. Pushing them deep down the back of his throat ensuring that all the poz cum him and his friends had so kindly deposited didn't go to waste. The two men then looked at their sacrificial lamb, smiled and left as Jason slowly spun in the centre. Jason stared unawares up at the ceiling, his mind perplexed by the image he was seeing. The room was mirrored and his mind was trying to interpret the vision in front of him. His own body tied up swinging, suspended, naked. What was going on, where was he? Nothing was making sense. Slowly he could see in the reflection a body moving towards him. He tried to turn his head to see but his body couldn't seem able to do anything, so all he could do was watch the reflection in petrified silence as a voice muttered “well well well, looks like this little piggy has been having a good night already” Clive approached the body suspended in front of him and grabbed at one of the pale white legs and squeezed. “Beautiful pig aren't you. All smooth and youthful. Oh I remember those days”. Clive pushed two fingers into Jasons puffed hole and began pulling it apart. “Mmmmm still nice and tight” he whispered as he got closer and worked his tongue up deep inside “Mmmm and loaded as well. My own cream filled bun ready to eat” Jason's eyes bulged in fear as he motionlessly watched this riddled looking old man start to eat his hole, licking and slobbering and sucking on his ass lips. He watched in pure horror as the old man used such force his arse lips looked like they were being pulled inside out. Getting fuller and more like pussy lips. “Mmmm yeah you've got the small beginnings of a little rose bud there” the old man said as he licked the cum off his lips. “I hope I get a second taste before I leave”. Clive got to his feet and walked around Jason. “Now I've done a greedy thing and eaten all those loads from your hole, and that was wrong. So its only fair I share and return the favour.” Clive walked to Jason's face and turned around and began lowering his arse towards Jason's face. Aware of what he was seeing but unable to do anything Jason's eyes bulged in revulsion as he watched his old man pull apart his sagging arse cheeks to reveal more of a wound that a hole. It had lost any elasticity a long time ago and the hole had clearly been stretched so many times it was now a loose mess covered in blisters and bruises. “I've got a fair few stored in here for you, just as fresh” said Clive as he lowered his hole, feeling his sagging lips drop directly into Jason's unresponsive open mouth and then he grunted and pushed, filling Jason's mouth with a collection of randoms dirty loads. “Thats a good boy” said Clive as he stood up and turned back around. “Now eat up” he said as he closed Jason's mouth and held his head stroking his throat causing Jason to swallow at least 4 random loads that Clive had collected throughout the day. “Now I'm afraid thats not going to get you knocked up, but don't worry at least one of those loads came from a dick with a serious case of the drip so you are getting one special present at least” Clive winked as he gave Jason's nipple a good hard tweak. “You have a good night now you hear, and don't forget to save me some more loads for later” Clive walked out the room and passed a young twink who had been watching from the door way. They exchanged a smile and a nod and as Clive walked away the twink slid in. There was no small talk as the twink immediately went and took Jason's cock in his mouth and started sucking on it for all he had. His mouth formed a tight seal and sucked tighter and tighter. Jason was still lost in his own mind as his cock was being tormented by this twink. He had been sucked by girls before and whilst it had never been mind blowing it had been better than this. The twink grabbed Jason's balls and yanked on them hard, trying to choke himself on Jason's unresponsive dick. Realising he didnt have much chance the twink got up annoyed and went round to the Jason's mouth. “You better be ready to fuck me later” he spat into Jason's face,“I want your load and I'm going to get it”. Up close the twink was less cute boy and more a cracked out mess. His dry lips showed significant cold sores and the purple bags under his deep sunken eyes told a horror story. He lowered his face and planted a wet uncontrolled slobber into Jason's mouth, taking Jasons lip and biting down hard. Jason could taste something metallic but couldn't be sure if it was his own blood or the twink's coldsore covered mouth. The twink got up and walked out leaving Jason suspended slowly turning unable to move and lost in his thoughts. He felt sick, he felt empty and as he watched more bodies slowly fill the doorway, he knew this was just going to get worse.

Caleb lifted his gaze and looked directly into Mr. Sanchez's eyes. "Yes, it is big." Mr. Sanchez paused as he held Caleb's gaze. "When it gets big like this, Caleb, it hurts. You don't want me in pain, do you?" Caleb paused and glanced back down again, partly out of nervousness but also out of curiosity. "No, sir." "Feel how hard it is. Go on." Caleb extended his hand tentatively, hoping he hadn't misunderstood what his teacher was asking of him. "Feel how hard it is," Mr. Sanchez repeated. Caleb let his fingers come into contact with Mr. Sanchez's stiff cock shaft. To Caleb's surprise, Mr. Sanchez's shaft felt even harder than it looked. "Unless you can help me fix this, Caleb, I'm going to have to let Principal Lenox know about what I saw you doing in the bathroom stall." Caleb's stomach vaulted into his throat. How he wished he had never installed those damn apps. He had been so excited to download them now that he was finally eighteen. How he had counted the months in anticipation. How could he have forgotten to put his phone on silent before getting to class this morning? "I'll tell you what. If you help me get rid of this pain you've caused, I'll let you off with a warning. I'd really hate to see you not graduate on time after all the hard work you've done. But you're going to have to work even harder right now to show me you're serious about making up for what you've done." Leaving his fingers on Mr. Sanchez's engorged member, Caleb looked back up. "I really didn't mean to hurt you, sir." "Alright, Caleb." With that, Mr. Sanchez wrapped one hand around Caleb's and made Caleb fully grip the teacher's cock firmly. Guiding the teen's hand up and down at the base of his cockhead, Mr. Sanchez focused on how the teen's grip gently tugged and rolled his foreskin over the tip of his large mushroom head. "So, Caleb, if you're going to help me while we're doing this, I'm going to need you to tell me the truth about a few things." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied as he continued stroking Mr. Sanchez. "What were you doing on that app in the boy's bathroom?" "Answering messages," Caleb answered without taking his eyes off his teacher's cock. "Messages from whom?" "Some guys." "Oh, some guys, huh? And what were these guys saying to you?" A drop of precum emerged from Mr. Sanchez's cockslit as he continued guiding his student's hand up and down his dick. "Mostly how they wanted to meet up." "Meet up for what? To do what? Be specific, Caleb." Mr. Sanchez enclosed his hand more tightly around Caleb's, increasing the pressure from the teen's grip around the teacher's precum-leaking dick. Caleb paused before replying, "For sex." Mr. Sanchez confirmed his understanding with an "mhmm." A big drop of precum dripped from the teacher's cock onto Caleb's forearm. "Remind me how old you are, Caleb." "I just turned eighteen." "I'm going to need to unlock your phone, Caleb." "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir." "Is that so? Well, it's not a request. Would you rather I call the Principal in here so you can show him whatever it is you don't want to show me?" Caleb wondered for a moment how Principal Lenox would react to seeing Mr. Sanchez's hard cock being stroked by a student. "No, sir." "I didn't think so." With his one free hand, Mr. Sanchez reached behind himself, grabbed Caleb's phone from the top of a filing cabinet, and held the screen in front of Caleb's face to unlock it. Caleb's teacher fiddled with the phone for a few minutes while never even so much as slowing the forced handjob. Caleb's heart raced inside his chest. A much thicker glob of precum leaked from Mr. Sanchez's manhood onto Caleb's forearm as Mr. Sanchez continued scrolling and swiping. "Keep stroking me," Mr. Sanchez stated without looking up. Caleb felt his teacher's hand release Caleb's as Caleb took over stroking his teacher. Mr. Sanchez began manipulating the phone with both hands. After several screenshot sounds and then a bunch of typing, Caleb listened to his teacher sending off several messages, some clearly inside the hookup apps. Others sounded like text messages. Caleb trembled as he wondered what was going on but didn't dare ask. He gripped his teacher's cock with more vigor than before in an effort to appease Mr. Sanchez, or at the very least to distract him. Another glop of precum escaped Mr. Sanchez's foreskin and oozed onto Caleb's hand. Caleb couldn't help but admire how productive Mr. Sanchez's balls had been during this disciplinary encounter. The smell of his teacher's precum roused Caleb's cock from the grip of nervousness. The teen's dick awakened to the seductive odor of this older man's pre-ejaculate. Mr. Sanchez returned the phone to its former position atop the filing cabinet. The teacher swatted his student's hand away from its manual seduction and without a word spun Caleb around to face the opposite wall. Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez's hands confidently yank the teen's pants to the floor, exposing his naked lower half. "Not even underwear, Caleb?", Mr. Sanchez asked without surprise as he swirled one finger in the overflowing precum dripping from his foreskin. "Don't know how I missed that detail in the bathroom." Caleb felt the wetness of his teacher's finger massaging the outside of the teen's warm, tight hole. "Caleb, I have to say, you're even nastier than I first thought when I saw that party listing of yours before school this morning." Caleb stayed quiet while Mr. Sanchez fingered precum into his student's compliant hole. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Caleb obliged. "There are some really disgusting men you're talking to on those apps. Do you know that?" "Disgusting, Mr. Sanchez?" Caleb felt the wet tip of Mr. Sanchez's uncut cock pressing at the entrance to the teen's hole. "Of course you wouldn't know. How could you when you haven't even asked any of them a single question?" "No, sir." Mr. Sanchez slowly pressed the tip of his cock just inside the opening to Caleb's rectum. Caleb winced. "I see you haven't even bothered to ask even one of them to show you their face, have you?" Again, Caleb was silent, hoping the question was rhetorical. Mr. Sanchez spat on his cock and pressed further into his student's velvety insides. Caleb moaned. "Too bad you put me in this position, Caleb." "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanchez," Caleb replied as his teacher slowly pressed his engorged cock deeper into his student. "You're mistaken if you think those men you've been chatting with were going to rubber up, you little slut. Besides, I thought you said you wanted to help me get rid of the pain you caused my dick." "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "I'd rather your insides do the apologizing, boy." Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez press his meaty raw cock further into the teen's warm rectum. "In any case, you're going to need lots of help opening this tight hole of yours up if you want to be servicing all these [banned word] you've been talking to online." Caleb gasped in pain as Mr. Sanchez pressed his raw cock fully into his student. "If I catch you jacking off in the school bathroom again with those apps popping off like that for everyone to hear, I don't think I'm even going to bother bringing you here into the privacy of my office. You understand me, boy?" Mr. Sanchez began easing his spit-lubed raw dick back and forth inside Caleb. "Yes, sir." Caleb started imagining what Mr. Sanchez would make him do in the boy's bathroom but his focus was soon stolen by the intense pressure of Mr. Sanchez's surging meat pressing painfully into the walls of his tight hole. "If you're not careful, Caleb, everyone at St. Denis High is going to end up knowing what a nasty little slut you are. Is that what you want?" Mr. Sanchez continued grinding his meat into his student, picking up pace. Something in Caleb stirred, and it wasn't just from the raw dick assaulting his insides: it was the thought of everyone knowing what he really desired, his secret lust for every human adult walking around with a cock between their legs. Caleb's teen dick swelled as his teacher started pounding harder. Just then Caleb heard Mr. Sanchez snapping a pic behind him and then the sound of a message being sent. "You know, Caleb, many of us here at St. Denis already know what you've been up to online. Mr. Martin for one has been talking about the pictures you've been sending him for weeks." Mr. Martin, the janitor?, Caleb wondered. There was no way to be sure who all the men he had been messaging were since Caleb didn't ever ask to see their faces. Mr. Sanchez could feel the orgasm that was swiftly approaching. "You ready to take my load, slut?" "Yes, sir!" Caleb's hard-on had lent him a new-found enthusiasm as he finally began to appreciate the favor Mr. Sanchez was doing for him. Mr. Sanchez began dick-slamming the teen's hole with such force that surely the sound of the ass pounding could be heard in the hallway outside. Just then Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez shudder powerfully as he groaned, releasing the full force of his semen into Caleb's soft insides. Caleb had never felt a raw dick cumming so forcefully before. The pressure of the cum squirting deep into his guts made him yearn for more. The pounding having stopped but with Mr. Sanchez's softening manhood still lodged inside Caleb, the teacher spoke, "You're keeping my load inside you all day, you understand? At lunch time, I want you back in here in my office. I'm going to check to make sure you've done exactly as you're told. Don't think your punishment is over. You've still got a lot of making up to do." "Yes, Mr. Sanchez." Mr. Sanchez let his softening dick slowly deflate inside his student. * * *

Anyone know of any bathhouses with reverse glory holes? The type where it's your ass sticking through the hole rather than someone else's dick. I've also heard them referred to as Czech or ass glory holes. I've seen steamworks Seattle has it on their website but does anyone know of anywhere else?

I'd never been to a circuit party before. But my college roommate Fred had been pestering me for almost the entire year so, knowing I probably wouldn't have a good time, I agreed to join him at Gay Disney just so I wouldn't have to hear any more complaints about what a bummer I was. See all through college I'd had a steady boyfriend and Fred could only count on me to accompany him to a club maybe twice a semester, often with my boyfriend. He'd wanted a wingman and I'd never been that for him. So when my boyfriend dumped me to attend seminary, Fred was ready to make up for lost time taking me around and showing me how much fun it can be fucking everything in sight. I was 25 and figured if I didn't sow my wild oats now, when would I have the opportunity? This was, of course, before I'd ever tried meth or any party drugs other than pot. Little did I know I'd have decades of debauchery to lose myself in. The minute we checked into the hotel, Fred was on the phone setting up meetings with the various sources for drugs he'd arranged online through fuck buddies and friends of friends of former fuck buddies. I had no idea what he was referring to as I heard different letters of the alphabet pop out of his mouth -- K, G, T, X. He'd arranged for everything, including V, which he assured me I'd be grateful to have handy even though I'd never had trouble getting hard. In fact, I'd always felt the opposite... I kinda wished I didn't pop wood so easy. I still got real shy in lockerrooms and at urinals as my decent 7-incher would swell up til the pink cut head started turning purple. It was not uncommon for me to race to the mens room to piss, then end up stuffing a boner back into my jockeys without having relieved myself cause the smell of the guy to my left got me horny. It was on the second night of the 4-day event that I finally started to relax at a big waterpark party. The ecstasy Fred has procured hit me hard and for a moment I thought I might need to use my tongue to show my buddy just how grateful I was for his chemical enhancement. Somehow I managed instead to convince him to join me for a float down a winding river in innertubes, a perfect way to cool off and enjoy the high while taking in all the eye candy. I felt a jolt as an innertube hit the back of my shoulders hard followed by the laughter of a group of guys who had obviously shoved someone into me. When I turned around, Manny was all apologies. "Sorry. My friends are infants." "No worries," I said. Sensing from the energy of his group that they'd figured I was his type and decided to give him a little help. i didn't have a type but was certainly happy to be bumping into him. His innertube started to drift away just as we were both about to say something and without thinking I saw myself reaching far, almost falling out of my own tube to grab onto his so we wouldn't lose each other. Fred was grinning like a goofy auntie and kept nodding encouragement to me as Manny and I found it difficult to talk without touching the other's shoulder, thigh, hand, chest, cheek for emphasis. Eventually we ditched the innertubes and ducked under a waterfall where finally we tongued our way deep into each other's mouths, ears. I was grabbing his round muscular bubble butt with both hands, letting my fingers slip into his speedo to feel the warm damp heat of his hairy crack and he could not stop squeezing precum out of my purple engorged cock head. The whistle of a Disney park ranger who seemed like a butch dyke stopped us as our cocks started to break free of our swimsuits. "Let's go back to my hotel room," he suggested without a hint of shyness. And I was rolling so hard on the ecstasy that I almost jumped for joy at the idea. "Just need to grab my stuff first," he said and before I knew it we were crisscrossing to the far side of the dancefloor to a secluded sandy beech area where some guys were lying on towels as though sunbathing even though it was like 3AM. Moonbathing? And with quick precision, he found a spot in the middle of the sand not marked in any way I could tell and squatted down low and dug. He dug about a foot down into the sand to retrieve a plastic change purse wrapped in a plastic bag. "Don't leave home without her," he said and i smiled and pretended to have a clue what he was talking about. Back in his room, I discovered that inside the change purse was a baggie of crystal and he quickly pulled a glass pipe from his suitcase, loaded it and was lighting up. When i barely got even a hint of smoke out of the pipe he stopped and looked at me with a combination of disbelief and affection. "Wait a sec. Have you never smoked before?" "Is it that obvious?" "Oh baby. What are you on? You're on something. No?" "X" He was kind enough to teach me how to smoke, first by shotgunning decent hits into me, then by holding the lighter for me as I sucked in my hits. I was starting to feel very horny and very driven to devour this man. And he seemed to be getting just as horned up as well. I ate his ass for 30 minutes and it still wasn't enough. Finally he stuck a shard of meth into my piss slit, greased me up with vaselline and guided me into his hole. It was so wet and open from the rimming that I just slid right in and I was precumming so much that the meth melted into my piss slit and into his hole quickly and we both felt another wave of intense drug-fueled horniness at the same moment. I started pumping. It's always taken me a long time to cum and that suited this bottom just fine. "Don't cum iin me," he said. I was shocked and sort of disappointed. "Really?" "Unless. I mean... Do you think you might want this to be serious? I only let guys I love shoot inside me." "I love you," I said. And he quickly said it back. And I kept saying it until all 7 spurts of my jizz had hit the back walls of his hole as his ankles dug into my butt to keep me as deep inside as possible. "This is like our wedding night," he said. And I kissed him.l He pulled away from my lips just long enough to add: "You, me and tina."

Part 1: ''Meeting'' How many loads did I take in my guts during lastnight and this morning? I'll tell you later. It all started just over a year ago when I was at work at the grocery store shelf stacking when a handsome man who I had helped find items he was looking for over a period of a few months came in dressed in full Leather Gear; Shirt, tie, waistcoat, trousers, and army boots. Until this day he had only come in wearing casual clothes. Even in just his casual gear I felt an instant strong connection between us as he turned me on with his rough rugged looks and his air of dominant attitude, tapping into my inner sub as his presence naturally made me feel extremely submissive. At the age of 22 I had been sexually active for a year now, but it was all rather vanilla with fucking and sucking quickies. I was on PrEP so was happy to get bred. But my inner piggy sub craved more beyond just getting fucked. Much more! I longed for a Dom-sub connection. On this day that he came to the store in his full Leather Gear he made a bee line for me as soon as there were no other customers around, and he got straight to the point.... - Am I correct in thinking outside of this job you are a sub? Wha'? Seems he was in tune with me already after our handful of brief encounters of me helping him as a customer. Intuitively knowing that not only did I have sex with Men but that I indeed am a sub too, albeit with no experience with the latter. I instinctively looked to the floor, and in a submissive tone said.... - I hope to be. Yes Sir. Sorry, that was inappropriate of me to say that. - Look up at me and look deep into my eyes, boy. I looked up and deep into his eyes as he told me to. He just stared back for several seconds, saying nothing, searching for my inner being, not that he needed long to establish a strong firm connection with me. - Why did you just apologise? - For calling you Sir. I strongly feel that you are exactly what I have been longing for, yet I forgot for a moment that here you are a customer. - That is okay. You only went with your gut instinct, and I liked how you addressed me. Listen, what time do you finish work today? - 6pm. - You live out of town? - No, in town Sir. I have a room in a flat share with three others. - I see. I live about a 30 minute drive out of town. Would you be free to come to my home for 9.30pm? I'm sure you don't get paid much here and would be more than happy to pay for a taxi for you. I would pick you up but I probably might have had a few beers by then. - I'd LOVE to come. *I said with a great eagerness* - Great. Give me your number and I'll have a message in your inbox ready for you once you have finished work. I verbally gave him my number which he saved into his phone. Before I had a chance to say anything else there was a tannoy announcement.... - Jason to customer service please, Jason to customer service. - I've got to go Sir, I... - Is that you? - Yes Sir. - 55 year old Sir Doug won't keep you from your work any longer. See you later sexy pig. I walked off to go to the customer service area, and all I could think in my head was a 55 year old Leather stud called Doug who I already now knew as Sir would have me in his lair later. I was in a daze. I was on a huge high. My cunt twitched in excitement and anticipation on what he would be doing with me later. How would I get through the next two hours of my shift? I need not have worried as the last part of my shift was over in a flash. As soon as I finished work I checked my phone, and sure enough there was a message from Sir Doug waiting for me. He asked me for my address and said that he would send a taxi to me for 9pm and that it would already be paid for. After I got changed at work and said my goodbyes I got home for 6.30pm. Plenty of time to get ready. I heated up leftovers from lastnight's dinner, ate, had a shower where I thoroughly douched just in case I were to be fucked tonight. 9pm soon came and my arrival at Sir Doug's house at 9.30pm seem to come even sooner. In a message he told me that the front door would be unlocked and to let myself in, make my way down the hallway and turn right at the end into his living room where I would strip naked and kneel in front of him. And that was the point we were at right now. I was knelt before him as he sat in his armchair drinking beer and smoking on a big fat cigar. His Leather attire that he now wore was what he was wearing when he came into the shop earlier, except the army boots he had been wearing were now replaced with knee length Police Boots, and he was also now wearing the most magnificent Muir, and black leather Police inspection gloves, ready to give this hungry eager pig a full inspection. I had my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed as a mark of respect for the alpha that sat before me... - Look up at me, boy. And look deep into my eyes again like you did earlier. - Yes Sir. Sorry. - I will let you know if I ever need you to apologise. Nothing to apologise for right now. For the next several minutes he smoked his cigar and drank his beer as I knelt before him, searching for one another's inner being via constant eye contact. He then leaned in and kissed my neck, brushing his thick tache against my soft skin. I shuddered and gasped in delight. He sat back into his armchair and fixed his focus back onto my eyes where I sighed as I let go of pent up energy straight after he smiled and winked at me. I smiled back, giving an instinctive puppy eyed look. Putting his beer down and with his cigar between his teeth he firmly pulled with both hands my head forward and down into his Leather clad crotch. I took one big sniff of the intoxicating Leather and once again my sub instinct kicked in and I started to lick the Leather where I could feel a throbbing meaty bone underneath. Releasing one hand from my head he took the cigar from his mouth and ordered me to look up at him. I tilted my neck sideways up so I could see his face, and looking at me he spat a huge gob of spit onto my face.... - Now show me how you in this situation we are in now how you would please me. Let's see if you have got what it takes. I brought my body upright and walked back on my knees a couple of paces then bent over bringing my face to Sir's Police boots where I eagerly took to licking them. A Sir should always have shiny clean boots! Did I have what it takes to be trained by Sir Doug?

I have quite a few tattoos and after many years decided to embrace the pig that I am. I live in the country with work, but travel to the city to head office often. I was due to go into the office for a week in the next month and decided that it was time to mark my place as the total pig bottom I am and get a pig tattoo on my arse. I did some shopping around and found a guy with a studio not far from where I was staying. It looked like he did some good work and while sexual orientation isn't necessarily an issue, I wanted a guy tattooing my arse. I emailed a few pics and after some suggestions and back and forth (daily) we agreed on a cheeky version of a pig. He asked where I wanted it and I said on my arse cheek. All of a sudden I didn't hear from him for a few days and thought he may have been a bit weirded out by it. Two days later I get an email from him: Sorry I took a bit to get back to you - it has been a bit busy and I wanted to float a suggestion back with you. In case you prefer to have something on both arse cheeks instead of one, what do you think of this on the opposite arse cheek. It was the word "Pig" in running writing and the tail of the "g" turned into an arrow. "And the arrow can point off toward your arsehole". I was so turned on and I emailed him back - yeah let's do it. He suggested his last appointment on the Friday afternoon the week I was down there, and I locked it in. I raced home at lunch time on the Friday and cleaned out as I wanted to make sure the whole area was clean and smelled ok since he was going to be working down there for a few hours. I turn up to a house and there is a sign with the studio name on it and direction down the side driveway to a shed/studio down the back. I rock up to the glass sliding door to see what must have been one of the sexiest men alive cleaning up after what must have been his last client. He was probably just under 6" tall, dirty blonde curly hair down to his shoulders normally but messily tied back. He hadn't shaven in a few days and had piercing blue eyes. He obviously worked out and was quite toned. He was wearing a white singlet with denim shorts. The singlet showed off his many tattoos and also he perfectly blonde hairy chest. I could see a healthy bulge in his shorts and he had glorious muscular hairy legs. I was lost looking at him when I hear him opening the glass sliding door. I was so mesmerized that I hadn't even registered him walking toward the door. "Hey buddy, I'm Sam. You Simon?". I responded with a whimpering "yes" as I tried to gain my composure. Sam was a confident as he was beautiful. He motioned me in and as I walked past him he grabbed my arse and massaged it and said "I've been looking forward to working on this all week". He had the sexiest, yet evil glint in his eye as he said it. After a quick chat about the tattoo, he said to get up in the table and lay face down. I did as he asked and pulled the back of my shorts down to expose my arse for him. "Mate, we are both men here and I like to have plenty of room to work. Take your pants and underwear off and lay on the table." I did as he asked and I was already starting to get hard. I was laying on the table face down and my cock was almost rock hard within seconds just thinking about this "god" touching my arse. Sam was moving around and getting things ready and just making normal small talk. He came up to the end my head was at to sort a few things out and turned around to point his crotch right at my face and leant over and rubbed my arse with his hand and said "These tattoos are going to look great here" He slowly caressed my arse cheeks whilst getting very close to my hole. I could smell his crotch which was basically in my face and I had to use every ounce of self control not to grab it. I swear I could see it growing. Finally he went back to my arse and soon enough he was tattooing the pig on my left arse cheek. Because of where it was his off hand rested near my arsehole and as he tattooed he would occasionally slide his little finger over my arse. I was getting so turned on my cock was leaking huge amounts of precum. He said "How does that feel? All ok?" I decided since he was not hesitating to flirt, that I wouldn't either. "It feels fine Sam! The tattoo is ok too". Sam chuckled "I thought and hoped so. The tattoo was a pretty good clue. Now that is out of the way and clear, we can really enjoy the rest of the tattoo." No sooner had he said it he licked his finger and went back to tattooing my arse and slid his little finger straight into my hole and kept it in there finger fucking me as he tattooed. I couldn't help myself and I shot a load under my stomach. "I'm almost done with the pig. Do you mind if we take a quick smoko break before I do the other one? Do you have to be anywhere tonight?" I responded eagerly and told him I had no plans for the night. When he finished he rubbed some cream on my tattoo and covered it and stood up. "Just throw your shorts on and we can step out for a quick smoke before do the next one." I stand up and he can see I have cum over myself. "I thought you might enjoy the extras during the tattoo. Let me clan up the mess". And he knelt down and starts licking all the cum off my stomach, getting some in his facial hair. I'm rock hard again and he swallows my cock and gives me the best head I have had in year. I don't last long before cumming in his mouth and he doesn't miss a drop. He stands up and I pull my shorts up and I can see he is almost bursting out of his shorts and a distinct wet patch at the end of a very thick 8" cock outline. Before I get a chance to do anything he leans in and kisses me and we share my load with tongues darting it back and forth till it is all gone. I place my hand on his cock through his shorts and he grabs me and says "We got all night man. You'll get it" and smiles and kisses me again. We step out and both share a smoke before going back in and he starts on the other arse cheek and tattoo. As with the first one, he spends the whole time fingering my hole whilst tattooing. "So you got nothing planned tonight you said?" I respond with no. He stops tattooing for a second and stands up and walks around to my head again. I look up at his blue eyes and he says "How about you spend it here with me and I give you all of this (and he grabs his huge cock) and if you stay the night and enjoy it I will give you a free tattoo in the morning." I think i responded "yes" before he finished saying it. When he finished the second tattoo, he tells me to relax and that we have all night and he buries his lightly bearded face in my arse and rims me like a pro. He comes up for air and says "I am assuming the pig tatts mean you like it wet, raw and bareback like a real pig". I respond with "The only way I take a cock is raw. No rubber goes near that hole". He responds, "perfect, I am going to really enjoy sharing all of myself with you then". He stands up and I hear him unzip his shorts and walk around to my head and there is a thick 8" cock in my face. "Get this wet. Tattooing your arse has me dripping and I need to let a load go right now". I am thinking he is going to blow a load in my mouth, but I only get a minute on his cock enough to get it wet before he walks back around and pulls me by my feet to the end of the bench leaving me bent over the edge and shoves his wet raw cock in me in one go. I catch my breath and before I know it he is bottoming out and I can feel his hairy balls slapping against my arse as he fucks me deep and hard. He is almost going wild fucking me and it is't long before I feel his seed flooding my insides and he is grunting like a pig and literally yelling "Take it, take it all". He slowly pulls out and pulls his shorts back up and says, "fucking hot! lets grab a drink and smoke". We step out and he grabs a few beers and we stand around and have a smoke and drink with the occasional snog in between. TBC....

I can understand how that would have been more intense, though for me the effort of the contortion probably would have distracted from the full effect. I would say, for those who can’t quite close the gap from tip to lip, that you can still get something of the sense of the experience by getting as close as you can and shooting into your own mouth. You don’t get the galvanic sensation of your tongue on your own cock skin, but you do get that sense of the closed circle as you taste your cum even as you’re producing it.

I frequently do this. I have a hood which has an integrated blindfold and it's complete - no peaking around. It has a mouth hole so my mouth is free for use as well. I love dark rooms but none of them seem to be pitch black anymore. My other favourite is night time cruising in the woods. Yeah I LOVE anonymous sex.

This is what your writing does to me.....

WOW @vpt1992 - excellenT work, very very hoT!

Chapter 5 In the first few chapters, I tell about meeting up with Daniel. He lives in a cabin and has a sling on his screened porch for outdoor play. We’ve gotten together a few times. This time, three other guys are there, and we’ve all been sucked, fucked, rimmed, and fisted (maybe not Daniel. Yet.). Now, they’ve invited Josh over. After Sam hung up, he said, “You’re going to enjoy Josh”. The others all agreed. They said they don’t play often with him since they can’t take his cock most of the time. Sam told me that the one time he got fucked by Josh, his ass hurt for days. But they were confident that I’d be OK. Sam had told Josh to get naked when he got there, and I’d be waiting in the sling. That way, he could walk in and start fucking me right away. Sam gave me another booty bump after I got in the sling, and they left me to wait there while they all smoked some more. They’d shotgun hits to me sometimes, but the bump was my primary booster. I heard a truck drive up and moved my head to look over. Harry stood in the way and said, “The first time you see him should be when he’s coming to fuck you”. Cool with me. The side door to the porch slammed and a giant of a man was walking towards me. He was tanned, had short, dark hair, and a sexy 5 o'clock shadow. He had to be at least 6’6”, had a great body with a dusting of hair on his pecs, and a huge, erect cock. It must have been approaching 10” long and was very thick. Josh was stroking it as he walked up. Then, he grabbed a bottle of lube, put some on his cock, and said, “Take some poppers”. I did as he said. When the bottle was capped, he walked up to me and taunted my hole with just the tip of his dick. The mushroom head really expanded my hole. He looked over and said, “This pig is ready for my cock”. The others nodded, and he slid into my ass. The stretch was outrageous. His cock filled my hole like it was a fist. I reached down to feel around, thinking he must be all the way in, to find that there were several more inches to go. Josh looked down at me as he slid more and more of his huge cock into my ass. He got well past my second hole and had me in ecstasy. With a cock of that size, Josh knew that he had to take it slow. He fucked my ass like no one else has before. He was able to get deeper and had me gaping from just a fuck. I relied on the poppers a few more times to really enjoy the ride. Josh asked Sam if it was OK to breed my ass. Sam told him I had taken all their loads, so it must be OK. It was erotic to hear them talking about me as if I wasn’t even there. He sped up the pace, not going as deep as he worked up to his orgasm. Josh looked at me and said, “I’m going to be all the way inside you when I cum”. It wasn’t a question. Soon, he said, “Take it, pig” and shoved his cock all the way inside me. I could feel his cock spasm as he shot his cum deep inside my body. He left his cock in me after shooting. Even as it softened, it was still an invader in my ass. Josh slowly withdrew. Sam sucked Josh’s cock into his mouth, and Harry started to caress and stroke my ass. It took a while for my gape to narrow after the invasion. Harry asked if he could fist me. I told him that he could fuck me, fist me, rim me, use toys on me, whatever he wanted. Harry said that he wanted to fist the ass of the first guy to fist him. Harry lubed up his hands and was able to get his fist inside me easily. The fuck from Josh, plus all the other play, had me well loosened up. My ass sucked his arm in more than halfway to his elbow. Harry was a good fisting bottom and an even better fisting top. He liked to pull his hand almost all the way out, stretching my hole to its max. He’d work it back and forth inside my ass, giving me great sensations. He pulled back to the wide part of his hands again and started to run the fingers of his right hand alongside his left arm. He got all four fingers inside me next to his arm when he pulled all the way out and started to pummel my ass. First, his left hand would go in. Then, it would come out, and his right hand would go in. He did this for a while, leaving me breathless and leaking precum. While Harry was fisting me, I looked over and saw Daniel riding Nick’s arm. Daniel was sliding up and down Nick’s arm while Nick lay on the porch floor. Daniel and I locked eyes at one point, and I could tell he was just as spun as I was and that he was enjoying getting his ass worked over. With his other hand, Nick was stroking his cock and fingering his hole. Next, Harry put his right hand inside me and let it rest there for a moment. When he pulled it back, I felt his left hand come up next to his right, both ready to delve into my ass. He had lubed up a lot for this. His right hand went in, then he put his left next to his right arm and slowly slid that inside me. The feeling was indescribable. He let me move a bit in the sling, getting used to his hands inside me. Small movements made my ass quake with pleasure. Josh, who had been watching this, asked if he could fist me. If his cock was any indication of the size of his hand, this would be a wild ride. Harry slowly extracted his hands from me, and Josh took a seat after lubing up his hands. True to form, he shoved his left hand in quickly and smoothly. His hand felt huge inside me, but it was not an equal to both of Harry’s. Josh fisted me for a while when he beckoned Harry over and said, “We’re both gonna fist this ass now”. Harry lubed up, Josh applied some more lube, and they started to swap fists in my ass. First Harry, then Josh, then Harry, and so on. When Josh was inside me, he told Harry to work his hand in, too. Harry slowly slid his hand along Josh’s arm until he too had penetrated my hole. This was intense, and I could only last a short time with both of them in me. But it was thrilling to know what my ass had taken. Josh said that he got what he came for and left. As he walked away, I could see that he had a great ass, but it was clear that this guy was all top. The rest of us took a break to rehydrate and relax for a while. The sun was going down, so we went back to the deck to watch the sunset. My hole was throbbing with pleasure, and we were all stroking, poking, and making out with each other. I look forward to the next time.

The bigger picture in all of this, of course, trumps silly angels-dancing-on-the-head-of-a-pin debates over what "real" men are and things like chromosomes (which none of us can see, in evaluating another person). What it really boils down to, in no uncertain terms, is "I don't want to have to look at people like that." There aren't enough trans men interested in bathhouse sex to create any real obstacle to anyone else getting laid - except insofar as some of the potential partners one might desire avoiding the place out of bigotry. And I have no doubt that if everyone were hooked up to a lie detector, we'd learn pretty quickly that someone likely feels that way about the loud complainers here - that they don't want to see overweight or thin or less-than-endowed or smooth or sweaty or Black or Asian or whatever other characteristic some people find unappealing. The difference is that we (mostly) understand that there will be other people in such a setting who aren't our cup of tea, and we just manage to avoid them when it comes to sexual contact. Anti-trans bigots are roughly in the place that anti-Black bigots were in 1960; it was still considered acceptable by some to express those opinions, but society was moving quickly in the direction of recognizing that bigotry for what it is. We're doing the same here, but sadly, we're still in the earlier stages of this change.

Got loaded at the Vault about 2 weeks ago. Gorgeous French man with thick cock

Part 13 - Tops and bottoms 1 As I've said in previous posts, I've noticed over the years that a lot of guys cheat because they're not getting enough sex at home, but I've also found that a lot of guys cheat because their partner is exclusively a top or, more usually, a bottom, and they need a bit of variety. I've always been surprised over the years by how many guys don't seem to realise that if they don't fuck their partner now and then, someone else will! In the mid 90s, I had just turned 30 and I had started to fuck without condoms. One Friday night, I was cruising in a park in Glasgow, which at that time was quite an active cruising ground. I wandered round for a while and then, a little to my surprise, I got cruised by a good looking, dark haired young lad in a polo shirt and trackie bottoms, who looked to be in his early 20s. We cruised each other for a while and then went somewhere quiet. He pulled his pants down and I went down and started to suck his cock, enjoying every minute of sucking this good looking young lad, and after a while we changed places and he went down on me. We sucked each other for a while and then he bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his arse. He was giving little moans as he wanked himself and I could tell he was really into getting his arse licked. After a while he stood up and asked me if I wanted to fuck him. At this time the safe sex message was everywhere, and I was not surprised when he said we had to use a condom. He checked his pockets and then looked at me. "I'm really sorry," he said "I think I've lost my condoms." He asked if I had any and I shook my head. He looked genuinely disappointed and I asked him if he wanted to fuck without a condom. He shook his head and told me he had a partner who worked Friday nights and added that he sometimes went cruising because his partner was a total bottom and he liked to get fucked now and then, but he couldn't put himself or his partner at risk. I said I totally respected that and asked if I could lick his arse again. I sucked his cock for a while and then he bent over and I pushed my tongue back up his hairy arsehole. He was moaning now and then he stood up and said "Fuck it, let's do it!" "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded and bent over again, pulling his cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he said I rubbed some lube on his hole , positioned myself behind him and pushed my cock against his hole. He groaned as my cock slid slowly but surely up his tight arse and, after I had given him a moment to get used to it, he bent forward and I began to fuck him. His hole was incredibly tight and this, together with the fact that I was fucking him without a condom when he had genuinely intended to use one, turned me on even further. I began to fuck him harder and he moaned "Oh yes.......oh yes.....oh fuck yes!" He was moaning and wanking himself as I began to fuck him harder and before much longer I was getting close. I wondered if he would ask me to pule out, but he didn't and a few minutes later I was squirting what felt like a really big load right up his cheating arse. When I had finished cumming and pulled out, he straightened up and took hold of his cock. He wanked it a few times as I fingered his arse and then he shot his load out in front of him. He grinned at me. "That was awesome!" he said. "We probably shouldn't have done it, but it was awesome!" He pulled up his pants, kissed me, and then wandered off. I could tell he had really got off on being fucked bareback and I suspected that in future a few more of his secret Friday night trips to the park would result in him going home to his partner with a load up his arse. I've also had a few horny experiences with guys who don't often get to top and one of the horniest was about ten years ago. At that time I had a job which required me to stay up in the West Midlands for a couple of nights once a month. I usually stayed in the centre of Birmingham and one night I was having a drink in a gay bar with a colleague from work when he spotted one of his friends and invited him to join us for a drink. Amir was a very good looking guy who looked to be in his early 30s. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes and, I couldn't help noticing, a fantastic arse, which really filled out his smart work trousers. Amir joined us for a drink and I learned he had been good friends with my colleague for a number of years. Amir was really easy to talk to and I enjoyed his company. At one point we were talking about work and my colleague remarked that he had always thought I was very versatile and added "It's always good to be versatile - in more ways than one!" Amir and I both grinned, and a little later my colleague had gone to the toilet before getting more drinks and Amir leaned forward and said "So, are you really versatile?" I asked if he meant in relation to work and he grinned and shook his head. I was quite turned on now as I said "Oh yes, fully versatile!" Amir said he wished his partner was more versatile and told me that his partner was a total top and, as a result, he rarely got to fuck. I was fairly sure I could see Amir's cock starting to harden in his pants as he said "I love to be fucked, but I get really horny to fuck sometimes!" I was very turned on now, but I really didn't think anything was going to come of it as my colleague returned just then with the drinks. We chatted for a bit longer and then my colleague finished his drink and said he'd better be going. Amir said he fancied another drink and, his voice very casual, asked me if I wanted to join him. A short time later Amir and I were having a drink together and our conversation had become a lot more explicit. Amir asked me if I liked to get fucked and told me how much he would love to fuck me. He didn't have much time as he had to get home to his partner, so rather than going back to my hotel, Amir said he knew somewhere we could go if I was up for doing it outside. A short time later, Amir had led me round the back of the bar and down an alleyway. He turned a couple of times and we ended up in a dead end area at the back of some shops with a little concrete area which was obviously used to unload goods. I could see that Amir was fully hard now as he pulled me towards him and kissed me. "I want to fuck you!" he breathed in my ear and we kissed again. I went down and unzipped Amir's trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his white Calvin Klein pants. His cock was much bigger than I thought and I wasted no time in taking into my mouth and sucking him. He groaned and gently took hold of my head as I sucked his cock. I moved down to lick his big, hairy balls and he groaned again. I sucked his cock again and then motioned to him to turn round. "Are you sure?" he asked and I nodded. Without further hesitation, Amir turned round and bent forward, pulling his trousers and pants right down. I pulled his cheeks apart and he groaned again as I pushed my tongue right into his hairy arsehole. I licked his hole for a while and after a while he turned round and pulled me up. "I need to fuck you!" Amir produced some lube and I took it from him and rubbed some into my arsehole. "Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked me. I didn't want him to use a condom of course, but I have always found that guys get extra horny if they think they're getting to fuck raw with someone who usually plays safe, so I pretended to think about it. "I don't know," I said hesitatingly, "I don't normally ever......" "I'd love to bareback you!" said Amir I pretended to think about it for a moment or two and then I nodded. A short time later, I was bent over the concrete shelf, pants down, as Amir pushed the head of his bare cock against my arsehole. His cock was pretty big and at first he couldn't get it in my, then I leaned forwards and pulled my cheeks apart and he slid slowly but surely right up my arse. "Oh fuck," he gasped "That's so good.....so good!" as he began to fuck me slowly, pushing his big cock right up me and then pulling it right back. He did this for a while and then began to fuck me harder. I was really turned on now - this was turning out to be one of the best fucks I'd had in a long time. Amir was fucking harder now and I could tell he was getting close. He fucked me for a while longer and then groaned "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum in you! I'm going to cum in you!" He thrust his cock right up me a few more times and then slumped over me and I knew he had cum right up my arse. We were both out of breath as we pulled our pants up and Amir grinned at me. "You have no idea how much I needed that!" he said, and added "And thanks for letting me bareback you!" Amir and I arranged to meet up the next time I was in the area and Amir came to my hotel quite a few times over the next few months and we enjoyed some very horny bareback sex. Amir had told me that his partner rarely sucked his cock and never licked his arse and told me how much he loved it when I had done it to him. Every time we met up, I sucked his cock and licked his are and then he fucked me. A few times after he had fucked and cum in me, Amir would kneel up on the bed and I would lick his arse and then lube him up and slide my cock up him for a bareback fuck, depositing a nice load of cum up his hairy arse for him to take home to his unsuspecting partner. A few years before this I had a really unexpected experience with another guy I never thought would cheat. Callum's partner was one of my partner's closest friends and I had known them both for a number of years. I liked Callum a lot, and we had a number of interests in common, although I didn't really like his partner so much. A few times I had heard Callum's partner talking to my partner about his relationship and had said that Callum was a total top and I had also heard him say more than once that he was absolutely confident that Callum would never cheat on him. One summer my partner told me that Callum and his partner had booked a long weekend in Brighton, but Callum's partner was now unable to go. My partner was not free either and apparently Callum had asked him if I wanted to go instead. "He's going to change the double room to a twin." I didn't really know Callum well enough to want to spend a whole weekend with him , but I did like him and, as my partner pointed out, I did need a break and a weekend by the sea would be good for me, so I said yes. Callum and I travelled down to Brighton on the Friday afternoon and checked into our hotel. The first thing I saw when Callum opened the door to our room was a big double bed. Callum looked at me "They didn't have a twin room free," he said "Are you ok with sharing?" I nodded - I was not at all averse to sharing a bed with Callum - he was a few years younger than me, tall, dark and slim and, as I said, I had always enjoyed his company. I would be lying if I didn't also say I had always enjoyed checking out his fit arse, which always filled out his trousers incredibly well. We had planed to go out for something to eat in the evening and Callum said he was going to have a shower before he got ready. I watched him strip down and, as he bent over to pull his pants down, I had a great view of his firm, smooth arse. I knew that Callum had a piercing somewhere on his lower body and it was a standing joke among our group of friends that he always set off the security alarm going through security at the airport and had to be searched. I knew the piercing wasn't on his dick, but I couldn't help wondering where it was, and when Callum came out of the shower and removed his towel, I couldn't help discreetly checking him out. Callum grinned at me and asked me if I was looking for his piercing. I nodded and he grinned gain. "Do you want to see it?" he asked, and I nodded again and Callum sat down on the bed and then laid back and pulled his legs up and I saw that the piercing was on the area between his balls and his arse. "Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded again, "Oh yes!" I said truthfully. Callum had not only shown me his cock and balls, but had also exposed his arse to me and I could see that , although his arse was smooth, his crack was quite hairy. I showered and then we both got ready to go out for something to eat. We found an Italian restaurant and enjoyed a very good meal. After that we went for a drink in one of Brighton's gay bars, sitting outside on the terrace by the sea. It was all very pleasant - it was a warm summer evening and I was already feeling much more relaxed than I had when I left London. Callum was also very relaxed and, when he went to the bar to get drinks, he was clearly flirting with a dark haired guy with spiky hair who was queueing at the bar next to him. I had always thought that Callum's partner was a bit intense and I guessed that Callum was probably quite enjoying being off the leash for the evening. When Callum came back to our table, I could see him exchanging glances with the dark haired guy, who was sitting at a table nearby with a good looking young black guy. A short time later Callum leaned forward and asked me if I might be up for a bit of fun while we were in Brighton. I was surprised but also turned on and I told Callum I would be up for some fun. He told me the guy he had been chatting to at the bar and his partner were both up for it if we were. A short time later they had joined us at our table. The dark haired guy with the spiky hair was called Matthew and his partner was Jayden. Jayden was a really good looking guy, who looked to be in his mid 20s - a few years younger than Matthew. They were good company, and neither of them made any secret of the fact that they were up for some fun and after a few more drinks we all made our way back to our hotel room. It wasn't long before all four of us were naked and having some fun. Callum had paired up with Matthew and I was down sucking on Jayden's big, thick cock. Watching Callum suck Matthew was a real turn on and I had a perfect view of Callum's naked arse as he knelt up on the bed and leaned over to continue sucking Matthew's cock. We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other for a while - at one point Callum was kneeling up on the bed and Matthew had his tongue up Callum's arse as I pushed my tongue right into Jayden's hole. It was all very horny. After a while, Matthew began to rub the head of his cock against Callum's hole. He picked up a condom and said "With or without?" To my surprise, Callum said "Without!," and a few seconds later, Matthew fingered some lube into Callum's arse and then pushed his bare cock slowly right up him! I had assumed that Callum would want to use condoms, especially as it was him who had produced them, but he seemed perfectly happy to take Matthew up his arse without one. Jayden was now kneeling on the bed next to Callum, and I wasted no time in pushing my bare cock right up his tight arsehole. I was really turned on, enjoying every minute of fucking Jayden and also enjoying watching Matthew fucking Callum bareback. We fucked for a while longer and I could feel myself getting close. Just at that moment I heard Matthew ask Callum "Do you want it?" and guessed that he too was getting close. Callum said "Fuck yes!" and a short time later I shot my load into Jayden at exactly the same time as Matthew bred Callum. I didn't think things could get any hornier, but a few minutes later, Callum laid on his back and raised his legs and I watched as Matthew guided Jayden's big cock into Callum's arse. Jayden fucked Callum hard and fast and after a while shot a second load into his cheating arse. When Matthew and Jayden had left, Callum asked me if I was ok with what we had done and I assured him I was fine with it and had enjoyed every minute of it. A short time later we both got into bed and when I woke up the following morning, I was lying against Callum with my cock in his arse crack - it was very pleasant! A little later we both showered and then went down to breakfast. When we got back to our room we started to talk about the events of the night before and Callum told me he was mostly faithful to his partner, but sometimes he got bored with always being a top and when he got the chance, he would take the opportunity to get fucked. He said he knew he should take precautions, but said it turned him on so much to take it bareback and let guys cum in his arse. He also told me that he had not tried to get the hotel to change the room to a twin as he was hoping that I would fuck him. A short time later, Callum was kneeling up on the bed again and my bare cock was pushing up the arse I had admired for so long. I fucked him from behind for a while, and then he moved on to his back and raised his legs, telling me to fuck him and breed him. I had never thought anything like this would happen with Callum, but I was certainly not complaining - and I did exactly what he asked me to - shooting a good big load right into his unprotected arse. That evening, we went back to the same bar and later on we went to a club with a very active darkroom where both Callum and I had a very horny time! I was really turned on watching Callum take it up the arse in the darkroom - he was certainly making the most of being away from his partner and, in the course of the evening I saw him being fucked by several different guys - and few, if any of them appeared to be using condoms. At one point, he was leaning against the wall of the darkroom, his pants at his ankles, as three different guys took turns fucking him bareback and I was fairly sure at least two of them had cum in him. The next morning I fucked Callum again and then it was time to travel back to London. Our partners met us at the station and, as I watched Callum and his partner walking ahead of us out of the station, I wondered what his partner would say if he knew that Callum had been fucked and loaded by several different guys over the course of the weekend - including me! Part 14 to follow

The only one I know about that's popular with our lot, is the Link motel, over on US 1. All the guesthouses have action going on, but the Link seems to be where a lot of locals go for either a quickie, or a longer, multi-guy event. It's not close to any other gay joints (that I know of anyway), but that doesn't mean all that much either. US 1 (aka Federal Highway) is a divided, 4-lane road, mostly retail/businesses, and plenty of traffic. I'll always recommend Inn Leather, down by the airport, but I'll bet they're full through P.W. You'd need to rent a car or take a lot of ubers to get to the hotspots. Same with the Link. Any other Ft. L. guys have more to add?

I’ve blown my husband many times on hikes in the woods, a few times in our car in parking lots, and once in an alleyway in downtown Philadelphia after going to the car show. He bought me dinner after the car show, so I led him down the alley and blew him. Kisses!

A FTM transman who has not undergone transition surgery may have an enlarged clitoris due to the effects of testosterone, but the length of such a clitoris would average around 1.8 inches, topping out at around 2.3. If the person has undergone reconstructive surgery, a metoidioplasty will produce a similar result; a phalloplasty can produce a result around 5.5 inches, but the ability to become erect an penetrate will rely on an inflation mechanism similar to what is sometimes used to treat erectile dysfunction. You said ‘no mention of fucking you with a dildo’; by this it’s unclear whether you mean simply using a dildo to fuck you by hand, or using a strapon. Having once been very expertly pegged by a woman wearing a strapon, I can assure you that a transman opting to go that route could leave you with no doubt whatsoever as to his genuine masculinity after a fucking. (Indeed, I would go so far as to say that a bottom has not been truly, completely cunted until he has been fucked by someone who has, or had, a vagina. When the only option someone is biologically born with is to take cock, it gives them a special kind of instinct when they get a chance to deliver it.)

I had sex with this greek taxi driver in my early 20s. He was a bi, super down low, early 40s, married dad with a whole lot of kids. He was a curious lurker on the site, but I wanted him and we talked a bit. I promised he could top as much and as long as long he liked and eventually he said yes. He was scruffy-handsome and crazy hairy, like his chest had proper fur. I've got a kink for dad dick and I love hair, so it felt great getting tangled up with such a hairy guy and feel his hard dad dick. I can see how he ended up with so many kids. This guy had stamina. Said I was the second guy he'd been with and his first time fucking a guy, which I believe. He was horny for it and wanted to get a hotel room, and after some kissing and blowing we got down to him fucking me with a condom on. He felt great, I had my first anal orgasm with him. Then I felt him cum. I immediately was sure the condom had broken. I could feel his dick pulsing and I felt this slippery, hot liquid sensation inside my butt. I was 100% a condom user at this point, but this felt amazing. I was tiny bit freaked at being cum in, but I figured he was telling the truth about me being his first guy fuck. When he pulled out the condom was actually fine and full of cum. He just shoots huge loads. I was a relieved and kind of disappointed. We fucked for several hours, always with a condom, and he felt as good every time he cum. But the idea was planted. I kept daydreaming about him fucking me rawdog with our hairy chests tangling up and feeling him bucking and shooting hot cum inside me. I was sure it would feel even more intense. I asked him later to meet up again and do it like that. I believed what he said about being his first time so I was down for it. But he felt guilty about cheating on his wife and we never met again. I didn't find another guy I felt ok doing it with until PrEP came along, then I just went for it like I wanted to with a totally random hookup. I wanted to feel liberated, and I did when I let him cum in me without a condom.

Standing at a two level glory hole setup.

I'm having an old school AIDS=scare survivor living with HIV for 40 years. No he is no beauty but oddly fascinating! Ravaged and scared by the plague that none of his close friends from the early 1980's had survived. I was a freaked and frightened vanilla twink in those years and I stayed a stunted, stymied and sexually repressed serial monogamist until the mid 2000.. Converting to the poz camp (unexpectedly) and then together with my gifter formally entering the RAW IS LAW BB culture has turned my world inside out! RAW IS LAW and PROMISCUITY RULES and we also pledge to NO LOADS REFUSED Ugly fuckers and those we would have never given the time of day to or suddenly ON THE MAN MENU! A HARDCORE POZ veteran as a TYPE has progressively INTRIGUED me and is featured in a lot of poz fetish memes. (attached examples) He intends to inseminate this afternoon, looking me in the eyes during the explicitly UNSAFE SEX procedure conducted with POZitively no PROTECTION as he is totally into the vulgar-verbal scene using the popular TERMS OF ENDEARMENT once used as derogatory slurs and then later claimed as SLUT TALK by the bb-underground. CUMDUMPSTER, MANWHORE, PROMISCUOUS SLUT, breeding, seeding... raw-dawging... you get the drift! Any commentary? Questions? Any constructive input for SCENARIOS? There will be REPEAT sessions to integrate them as he would like to tag-team with other poz tops!

Part 9; ''Uncle Terry'' After I got home from the gym I gave up my remaining two hour window of ''me time'' and Sir worked on my cunt with toys, and his Fist in the sling. I then went upstairs and prepared a huge array of different snacks and made sure the beer was chilled. 8pm arrived and Sir let his friend Terry in who had just arrived and walked with him to the living room where I was waiting at the spot, kneeling on the floor, right by where apparently Terry would like to sit (at the right end of the couch) with a Silver platter with a cold beer to welcome him with. All I had on was my steel chastity cage (I had been permanently locked now for 3.5 weeks) and the nipple clamps. Sir was in his usual full Leather gear of trousers, shirt, tie, Muir, and knee length Police Boots. Terry was naked except for a Leather executioner hood and army boots. He was not of a beefy muscular broad physique like Sir. No, he was very lean with even more prominent veins than Sir. His eyes appeared to be dark and were deep set. In walked Sir and his friend Terry, they were already laughing about something. - And this is the boy, Terry. - Very nice. I see what you mean Doug. Stand up boy, let me get a proper look of you.... Oh fuck YES, what a perfect little piggy you have here. Is this beer for me boy? - Yes Uncle Terry. In the middle of the living room were a bunch of dildos on top of a vinyl play sheet and lube ready for the floor show I was to give at some poinT this evening. Sir and Uncle Terry sat down and drank their beers as I was on all fours parallel to Sir as his coffee table for the evening. Well, for a part of the evening.... - Hey Doug, I brought the tina for the pig like you asked me to. - Hey boy, bring Uncle Terry and I in another beer, and a few plates of the warm savouries. There's a good boy. I went to the kitchen and brought in the chilled beers and warm snacks. - Okay Terry, he is all yours my friend. Terry, or Uncle Terry as I would call him took me to the centre of the room onto the vinyl play sheet and talked me through how to light a pipe and how to blow clouds. My first ever tina rush. This felt completely different to K and LSD. I felt highly super aroused, super alert, my heart beat faster with my breathing rate increased too, and I felt all round exhilarated. I felt fucking invincible! Once Terry and taught me the joys of tina he walked back to the couch and it was now I saw what appeared to him having barely any ass. I definitely could see his anus sticking out. - That was good of Uncle Terry to bring you some tina, wasn't it boy. Now as a thank you give your Uncle Terry a toy show. I needed no prompting, and as Uncle Terry and Sir drinking their beer and eating their snacks I in my high and horny state took the largest of the four toys available, lubed it up, and took all of it deep into my cunt, and with my hands resting on my thighs I rode the beast that was in me like my life depended on it. I grunted and moaned with an intense look on my face as I looked in Uncle Terry's direction. Still chewing on a sausage roll he came up to me and tightened my boy-tit clamps. He had to have tightened them a lot as I was feeling a pain in them I had not felt before. He then yanked on the chain very hard. A pleasure-pain coursed through my body as I looked up at Uncle Terry with the intense look on my face growing and me riding the toy even harder. By now he was fully erect. Not as girthy as Sir, but definitely longer, with the both of them measuring 8.5" in length by 6.5" girth for Sir vs 12" in length by 5" in girth for Uncle Terry. He looked over at Sir... - Fuck, this is one hot and nasty cute pig you have here Doug mate. - Thanks Terry mate. But remember, no touching. No man is allowed to touch him during his first year of training. - Best things come to those who wait. He stood next to me beating off his 12" toxic meat whilst drinking his beer and chatting to Sir who was sat in his upstairs armchair. Uncle Terry put his empty beer bottle down on the floor. - Is that one dead Terry mate? - Yeah. - I've just finished mine too. Normally my boy would fetch us one, but as he is mid show I'll get us both another one. - Thanks Doug mate. Sir left the room and Uncle Terry did not waste even one hundredth of a second. He came right up to my face and slapped his poz piston hard once on each cheek. - With a highly charged poz load bursting to escape from my balls I bet you'd love this toxic Dick of mine deep inside of your neg guts, bareback, no condom, high risk... My cunt twitched and tingled, and I looked up at him and nodded as I whimpered. Was the tina turning me into no Dick and no loads refused cum slut? Either way, the contract I had signed with Sir was nowhere near my mind now! Talking of which Sir came back into the room, by which time Uncle Terry had stepped away from me. I think to cool down he went and sat on the couch albeit he kept staring at me as he drank his beer and spoke with Sir, and as I continued to ride the largest toy to hand in my meth high. It was not long before they both had finished another beer. - Terry, I'll fetch us another beer, get him blowing more clouds will you. Good man. I'm going for a piss too. - Sure thing Doug. Uncle Terry knew he had more time with me this time with Sir's added toilet break. I was now blowing more clouds and I was now so fucked up on tina I would have allowed Uncle Terry to breed me right here and now. Why did Sir allow me to get wasted on tina if he knew it would effect me this way in losing any inhibitions I did have or any rational thought, and if he knew that Uncle Terry would breed me given the chance, and that it was in my contract that even just a touch from another man was not allowed during my training? Uncle Terry stood right in front of me in my now freshly refuelled meth hazy high, beating his highly charged and fully erect meat to the poinT where a generous load of poz pre cum suddenly oozed out. I stuck my tongue out to which he stepped forward where my tongue immediately made contact with the underbelly of Uncle Terry's throbbing toxic shaft and licked up and over the piss slit to lap up all that delicious salty poz pre cum. I then licked over the head to his Dick as I looked up at his deep set eyed face. Taking one hand he placed it behind my head and pushed it forward, forcing my mouth onto this fucker's poz piston. Sir was teaching me pretty well with the whole gag reflex so I managed alongside my intense meth horned up state to take in a full 8" into my mouth before the gag reflex started to kick in. At the first sigh of choking Uncle Terry pulled his toxic Dick out of my mouth.... - You really are a fucking nasty whore. Contract already broken. But don't worry, I won't be saying anything. He sat down back onto the couch and continued beating his virulent poz piston. Sir came in some more cool beers, some extra warm savoury snacks, and he knew that I would be needing it.... A bigger dildo to ride on. The biggest of the four available to me during the evening so far was 9" in length and thin. The one Sir had just now brought in what a 13"er in length and girthy. Perfect to show Uncle Terry I could take him balls deep. Could I? And so the show went on with Sir and Uncle Terry eating, drinking, chatting, laughing, watching me, and myself continuing to fuck myself. The longest length I had ever taken in my cunt happened to be with Sir when he used a 11" in length dildo on me once a week ago. Would I be breaking a record? Well, yes, in no time at all that 13" girthy toy was rammed deep in me, every last millimeter. Sir and Uncle Terry were getting very low on their beers again and Sir was about to ask if more was needed for his sexy guest when.... Sir's mobile phone rang. - It's brother Keith, I have to take this. Sir left the room to take the call. Keith was Sir's 60 year old brother who Sir was close with and they had even more contact in recent months as their mother had a moderate stroke three months ago, and Keith was the main carer for her. Uncle Terry knew Sir and his family very well, as Terry met Doug on the club circuit in 1987 when Doug was a mere twink at age 19 years old, and Terry had just turned 30. So in 36 years of knowing the family Uncle Terry knew all too well that the call that Sir would be having now with his brother Keith would be lasting at least one hour minimum!

Part 4; ''Play before the Party'' I followed Sir into the kitchen where in the corner tucked away and not really noticeable unless it was pointed out was a locked door. He retrieved a large old cast iron key from behind a mirror, then unlocked and opened the cellar door. He opened the door and motioned me to go inside telling me to make my way down the stairs. I had gone down about 4 steps when I stopped.... - Sir, I cannot go on any further, it's pitch black and I cannot see beyond this point. He reached in past the door way and flicked on a light switch, and the cellar come play dungeon sprang to life with a hazy fire glow red lighting up the place from below my feet. Suddenly I had a burning desire to see where Sir was about to get me high. I rushed down the steps into what can only be described as hog's heaven. On the back wall that I was facing when I reached the bottom of the stairs was wall to wall and ceiling to floor mirror with two separate double mattresses alongside the wall that were both covered with a vinyl fitted sheet. On the opposite wall to the wall to wall mirror and vinyl covered mattresses was a three seater black couch. The third wall at the end between the two aforementioned walls was a sling to the right with a low wooden stool at the foot of said sling, and a burgundy antique armchair to the left. Between the couch and armchair was a small wooden antique table with three antique wooden chairs around it. To the left of the three seater black couch as you faced the wall it was against was a wooden wardrobe and big wooden box with all kinds of fetish clothing, toys, and gadgets (underneath the staircase). To the right of the sling was a rim seat. Sir closed and locked the door behind him and came down too. - What do you think boy? You like it? - w0w, just w0w Sir, it's out of this world! I stood in the middle of the cellar come play dungeon completely naked except for the steel chastity cage locking my pointless fag-dick, and the steel nipple clamps attached to my already sore boy-tits. It was time to complete my outfit. Sir rummaged though the big wooden box... - Here, put these on. A red rubber jockstrap. So now my ass was still bare, but my pointless fag-dick was not only locked it was now also covered too. Locked and out of sight! And to go with the jockstrap was a red rubber H-harness which I had help in putting on. I then had a Leather blindfold put on and was led to the burgundy antique armchair in the corner where I was made to kneel in front of it and facing it. Already unable to see anything I was now fixed up with ear plugs so I now could not hear anything. A real true rubber sub pig in the making! 😈 As I knelt there, waiting, Sir was changing his outfit too. He would remain wearing the knee length Police boots for the evening, but he would be replacing the Muir for an executioner hood, and gone were the Leather trousers, shirt, tie, and the inspection gloves too. To go with his boots and executioner hood he now sported a Leather waistcoat. Apart from that his muscular broad very hairy bear body was now naked! My Dom captor came up and crouched behind me, but I of course could not see or hear him. He lubed his middle finger with spit and soon slid it inside of my cunt up to the first knuckle. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. My beefy hairy ass cheeks now had the full attention of Sir as he alternately spanked them and pulled them apart so he could go from middle finger up to first knuckle to both middle and index fingers up to the second knuckle. Once both fingers were in me knuckle deep they move around inside of me as I knelt there with sensory deprivation. As I became aroused via the medium of my cunt being probed and lack of senses I instinctively though increasingly loud moans of pleasure pulled on my boy-tits nipple clamp. No sooner had I started pulling the ear plugs were swiftly removed so I could hear again.... - Pull on those boy-tits harder boy, I want perfect hungry pig-tits directly wired to this warm and wet velvet soft cum hungry cunt of yours. C'mon, pull harder. I pulled harder. - No, HARDER! I started to yank at them as hard as I could, taking my pleasure-pain to dizzy heights, and my moans of pleasure dominating the moment. - Fuck me Sir, PLEASE FUCK this alpha serving sub. Fuck my cunt into obliv.... A hand covered my mouth to shut me up. As Sir was speaking his following words he rammed his two fingers already stuffed deep inside of my cunt deeper and harder.... - Shut the fuck up faggot, you will speak when you are spoken to.... Now lick my fingers clean from your sweet cunt juice. His fingers now removed from my cunt were now in my mouth with my tongue swirling around them, licking them clean at Sir Doug's command. Still not knowing he was looking very different due to his attire change he brushed by me as he went and sat his bare ass down on his burgundy antique armchair, lit up a new cigar and got me to shuffle forwards him until he said stop. I felt a puff of cigar smoke blow into my face. - Open wide that faggot mouth, pig. I opened my mouth wide and immediately felt a big gob of spit land on my tongue, and then... another big gob of spit entered my mouth. Sir leaned back in his chair and told me to swallow. His spit going down my oesophagus and mixing in with my internal bodily fluids left me feeling happy, satisfied, and honoured. Little did I know but he was now stroking on his fully erect and throbbing veiny 8.5" in length by 6.5" girthy Dom Dick. He leaned in again but this time removed the Leather blindfold so I could see again. But all I could see was the floor as I knelt in respectful submission. - I give you permission to look up at me boy. C'mon, look up and into my eyes, show me what an obedient little faggot pig-boy you are. I looked up, but before we made eye contact I saw his hand stroking on that monster fuck weapon of his. I could not help but stare at it for several seconds before I made the requested eye contact. He grabbed the base of his Dom Dick and thrusted it into my direction. - Is this what you want boy? You want this to fuck your warm and wet faggot cunt hard until beyond the point of a deep breeding? I looked into his eyes, nodded, and whimpered submissively. - Listen boy, I have decided on two different drugs for you tonight. You will trip, you will feel at least some level of detachment from body and mind. And you will have so many piggy side effects which will take you on the ride of your life. There is an extremely small possibility you might feel agitated but that shouldn't happen as I will carefully give you small doses. I have never had that happen to any of my pigs before. Whatever happens, just to tell you now you are completely safe with me and I will protect you. No harm will come to you.

Part 3: ''The Job Offer'' He stood there looking down at me, smiling as he stroked on his fully erect and throbbing veiny 8.5" in length by 6.5" girthy Dick. He let go of it so it bounced in the bathroom air. Wet with pre cum as time continued to strengthen the bond that we had begun to build. - I bet you want this buried deep in your faggot cunt, don't you pig? - Yes PLEASE Sir. He promptly put his Dick away and zipped up, and told me to get another beer and to meet him in the living room. Upon entering the living room with his fresh beer I noticed he had layed out a vinyl play sheet in the middle of the room. - Open my beer will you boy, then lie down on your back on the vinyl play sheet. - Yes Sir. Now lying on my back Sir came over with the bag he brought in earlier and brought out a set of steel nipple clamps. Onto my small boy-tits they went. - Lets turn those little boy-tits into a pair of fully fledged pig-tits. Next came out a steel chastity cage which was attached to my pointless fag-dick. Then he took his right Leather glove off and liberally lubed up his forefinger with lube, inserted it into my cunt and set about locating my G-spot. It didn't take him long to find it, and once he did he started off with small, slow circular movements. - Fuck, what are you doing Sir? I feel like I am going to pee. He didn't say anything, just continued working on my prostate, small and slow circular movements, stopping now and then to enhance me getting worked up. It got to the point where I was moaning quite loudly at which point he covered my mouth with his leather gloved hand and increased the intensity of the speed and pressure to my prostate. After a while I was literally screaming through the leather clad gloved hand that muffled my screams and before I reached an internal cunt-orgasm he stopped. He tightened the nipple clamps and began to pull on them and pull hard. My body tingled from my G-spot being worked on as my boy-tits were in pain with rough treatment. - I see you enjoyed that. What does your faggot cunt want next? - I NEED you to fuck me Sir... PLEASE, I'm begging you... - You are begging me for what, pig? - You to fuck me Sir. Stick it to me.... PLEASE... - It's too early in your training for that. Now that my cunt was just gagging for anything and everything to be up there, Sir took out from his magic bag of tricks a set of anal beads and slowly took to opening up my cunt. Slowly getting all the beads in, then slowly pulling them all out, and repeat over and over. And then, all the beads were back inside of my hungry cunt with the string hanging out when Sir went and got himself another beer before sitting back into his armchair where he relit his cigar and started smoking again. - C'mon over here fag. I want you kneeling on all fours parallel to me and the chair. With my cunt stuffed full of the anal beads I crawled over and positioned myself as instructed. It was now that I became a piece of furniture. A coffee table no less as Sir rested his booted legs on my back. - You have a strong back boy, just as well. How long have you been working out? - I have been a gym regular since I was 14 years old Sir, so 8 years now. I love it. One of my real passions. - I have a proposition for you boy that would see the number of your workouts increase. - Yes Sir? *I asked quizzically* - What you don't know is, is I have for some months now been watching you from a distance at work, watching how you conduct yourself, and I can see you are a hard worker with a conscientious obedience. My reason for observing you as such is I have been observing more like you and you are one of two who I have decided that were not only fags but just what I am looking for. And what I am looking for is a live in house boy who will do all the house duties including the cooking. This would be alongside training you to be the best sub Sir desires. Your sub training would include forced workouts which would work together with your regular working out and all of your household duties. Of course this would mean giving up your current home and job in exchange for security and safety here with me. However, during your training which I expect to last at least a year you will be expected to reserve your body including your mouth and cunt for me and me alone as to not distract you from becoming the best sub that you can be. You don't have to give me an answer now. As said there is someone else in the running who has not gone through this initial stage yet, so I think 48 hours to make up your mind is more than fair. He went quiet as he sat there using me as a table and continuing to puff on his cigar and drink his beer. Several minutes of a comfortable silence passed as we were both deep in thought. - Sir... - Yes boy. - Would my training involve recreational drug taking? - Why do you ask? - Because being off of my face, high and horny would I think give an added level of being submissive and helpless, not that I would need to be high to serve you the way you deserve to be served. Just a kinky extra is all. - Have you ever taken any recreational drugs before boy? - No Sir. - How about trying some now whilst you make up your mind if you want me to properly train you alongside being my live in houseboy? - FUCK.... YES Sir. He took his legs off of my back and got me to lie on the vinyl play sheet again where the anal beads were removed, and the nipple clamps were tightened again. He tugged on the chain hard on my now already sore boy-tits. - Ready to get high pig? - YES Sir. - Okay then, follow me into my play dungeon in the cellar. I wonder what Chems Sir was about to get me wasted on....

I thought I'd share this experience, as it seems relevant to all of those people who post symptoms on here asking "what bug do you think this is?" About eight weeks ago, I started to get some irritation in my ass crack, fairly minor but annoying. It didn't seem to be on my anus proper, but in the little fold right above it. I had played with a few guys recently, but only two or so, and they were people I knew and didn't think likely to pass any type of STI to me. So I washed it well and treated it with OTC antibiotic (triple antibiotic ointment), thinking it a mild skin infection or something. It did not improve; in fact, it got worse. I managed to get a picture with my phone and it was inflamed, swollen, and somewhat ulcerated. Now, I knew this could be syphilis, though it didn't look typical, and when I googled "perianal ulcer" it pointed to gono or chlamydia. So I went to the clinic. This is the urgent care arm of my primary care clinic. They do a lot of women's health, are current on sexual health for gay men (that's one reason I have stayed there), and are generally communicative about detailed diagnosis. The FNP there looked at it and said most likely a fungal infection, and gave me a topical cream for that. Five days later, still worsening. I went back. FNP looked again, said, guess it's a bacterial cellulitis, let's try cephixime. That seemed to work pretty well for 3 days - pain and swelling went down a lot. Then it leveled off and stayed the same. After 5 days of that, went back again. A different FNP this time looked at it, asked about STIs, talked about different things, and said that it might be herpes (which I've never had as far as I know, certainly not there). Apparently the symptoms are different in areas with friction (she mentioned lady parts). So we did a culture of the wound area and started me on an antiviral med. I wasn't sure to hope it would work, or to hope it wouldn't - because that means I've got herpes - LOL... 5 days later, no change and no word regrading the culture. And then yesterday morning, at last! The clinic called with the culture results. Apparently, there's a nasty infection there with K. aerogenes, and we've sent in a prescription for cipro. K. aerogenes ?!? WTF is that? Glad you asked. It's not an STI, it's not staph or strep, it's a bacterium that is seen in infections of surgical wounds and catheters and such. How I got it in my ass crack, I have absolutely no clue. Hopefully that's all that's wrong in there, but I have high hopes. 🤷‍♂️ So, when you ask, "what does this look/sound like", just be aware that people here can tell you very little about what you actually have.

Stick with the infidelity. Much more satisfying

One of my biggest fantasies is to be taken and owned by a dominant master, trained to be a hole for anyone to use, given hrt, plastic surgery to transform me into a sexy bimbo slut and then made to do all kinds of extreme BDSM porn. I want to world to only see me as a fuck toy.

Oh, if only my wife was that understanding!

I lost count around 100 but even that number is prolly low cause of the loads I take when I’m too fucked up to remember it

Part 2 I hope you like the direction this is going So I sat alone in my dorm room cruising the net for biohazard tattoos diving deep into the practice of stealthing and poz. Did he really stealth me? It was not like I asked him his status and I let him fuck me and he could have told me. I mean just because he has a bio tat does not mean he is poz. I jerked off again. That was my logic. I crashed that night with his load still deep in me. I woke early the next morning with a wet spot in my bed where his cum leaked from my ass and a raging hard cock. I scooped up what cum I could and jerked off to the events of the night before. I found myself begging for his poz cum in my fantasy. I came like a rocket. I showered and got ready for class which was near the other cruise spot that I had heard rumors about. I muddled through my boring AF econ class. There is absolutely no one to look at it in class. I found my mind wandering back to my previous nights breeding. My cock got rock hard. Thankfully class wrapped up a few moments early. I quickly made my way to the other cruising spot in the Econ building. It was on the top floor of the building, it had double entry doors to give you plenty of warning if you were on your knees. It had 3 stalls plus one large handicap stall. When I got there no one was there so I took the one in the middle stall. I found some porn on my iphone not as if I needed it to get myself in the mood. I was pretty much rock hard the moment I hit the 2nd door to the bathroom. I did not have to wait long before someone came and took the other stall to my right between me and the handicap stall. I put away my phone in my backpack. I sat back down and I noticed he tapped his foot. So I tapped mine. He then whispered, “what are you looking for?” I whispered back, “I am open.” In a little louder tone, he told me to move to the handicap stall and he would meet me there. I pulled up my shorts and grabbed my bag and scooted over to the bigger stall and sat on the toilet leaving the door unlocked. He quickly joined me. He was a cute kid, maybe a bit older than me, he stood about 6 foot tall, he hovered over me as I sat. He fished out a 7 inch prick from his shorts and stuffed my mouth with it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the tats on his arms and one that grabbed my attention was a scorpion tat. I lifted his shirt a little and saw he had a similar biohazard tat right above his raging hard cock. We then switched places with him sitting down and him sucking my rigid 6 inch pecker. I let him explore my ass with his hands and soon he was fingering my slutty hole. I moved my legs wider to give him better access to my accepting hole. He had a dry finger with a sharp nail in probing my cunt. I felt him drag it back and forth before finally entering my hole. As quickly as he entered he withdrew and pushed his two fingers into my mouth. “Get them good and wet besides my spit that is all the lube you are going to get when I fuck you” he almost growled at me. I sucked on his fingers while he worked on my cock. He had me close to cumming quick when he pulled my shorts all the way off and my shirt over my head so quickly I was naked before I even knew it. He stood up and bent me over the toilet, he spit on my hole and lined his cock and started to push inside of me. I urged him to go slow, not once wanting him to stop. I wanted his load and from the tattoos. I could only assume he was poz. Was I willing to convert? If i wasn’t i better say something now. I felt his cock push into me. I wanted his seed. I looked back at him and asked “are you going to poz me?” He nodded as he sank his 7 inch probe into my bare and at this point I could only assume still negative cunt. He whispered, “do you want my positive nut slut?” I answered by matching his speed and breathed a heavy, “poz me daddy!” He jackhammered my dry ass. I could feel his cock tearing up my hole, but I wanted his load. He slammed his cock deep in my pussy and came. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my hole. I could feel his cum shoot deep in my ass. He withdrew and spun me around and we kissed hard and slipped me his number telling me to call him when I get knocked up. I looked at him with a quizzed look. “You’ll know” he whispered. He then arranged his clothes and slipped out of the big stall leaving me there naked with an ass full of cum. More to Cum Joey I love the great feedback and I am always looking for a phone or cam buddy Hit me up

I missed this post last month - did you end up getting something new? You could try an apadravya - harder to rip out than an ampallang. (I’ve had my amp for 12 years and can’t imagine it being ripped out; that would take some force.) If you had an apadravya and a new amp done at the same time - a ‘Magic Cross’ - the ap might make the amp harder to tear out, but you’d probably not want make the amp transurethral in that configuration. You could get a dydoe - or two or three - around the rim of your glans if you’ve got enough flare. Some guys don’t have much to work with there, but if you’ve got a good mushroom head on it you might have the meat to get enough depth. You could also do a frenum or a lorum, but with the PA and the scrotal you’ve got going on, either one might be too close to an existing piercing to really feel meaningful. This is how I spent my day today: Brand-new guiche. I also just up my amp to an 8-gauge. In a bit I’ll stretch it up to a 6, which is my target goal.

Consciousness slowly crept back over Jason as he tried to piece together fragments figuring out where he was and what was going on. Before he opened his eyes, he could feel that he was laying on his chest, onto of some cold plastic material. His arms were sore and he could feel that they were restrained to this bed and positioned above his stretched out body. He could feel his legs had been stretched apart and he could feel himself rubbing against the table as if some force was pushing him from behind sliding him up and down. As more sensations slowly began registering in his mind, he realised how sore his throat was, if felt cracked, sore and broken. Then he began to feel an enormous pain in his gut, a crippling pain that made him feel like he had been kicked hard in his balls, a constant throb. Then as more of the room began coming back into his vision, he realised what was causing the pain in his arse. Once again he was being raped. He began thrashing against the bed, trying in vain to throw the unknown rapist off him, but he was restrained and could do little but move under the force and weight of the cock thrusting in and out of his spread hole. He cocked his head back trying to get a view of who was fucking him, tried to shout out for them to stop, but his throat felt so brutalised, only a broken feeble croak emerged. “Doctor?” a voice said from behind him “Doctor, I think he's finally waking up” “Awww yes thank you Daniel, now if you would be so good as to finish off the patients first course of treatment” The Doctor walked round into Jason's view and knelt down to look him in the eyes “ Now Jason I'm afraid there have been some complications and many things we need to discuss” The rapist, now known as Daniel continued his assault on Jason's hole, the thrusts picking up speed. Jason wondered how big this dick was, and why he couldn't seem to clench his arse shut to stop it. “Now listen Jason, focus on me theres a lot to discuss. Daniel here is just giving you your last course of treatment for the day. I'm afraid you've been unconscious for a few hours now and we've needed to start treatment right away. You've contracted a number of sexually transmitted diseases, hence the various discharges and sores you've no doubt seen on your body. It is very likely that you have contracted HIV as well however the tests have no come back positive yet as it can take three months to show a result”. Jason's eyes bulged and began to tear up as the Doctor's words penetrated him. Having the clap was one thing, but HIV? Him? It couldn't be possible, there must be a way out of this, something to fix him surely. “Now don't panic yet. There is a chance you haven't got HIV and this is what Daniel is helping you with. Whilst you were unconscious we have had four other men fuck and shoot their sperm inside you. They are all carrying different strains of HIV” Jason's mouth shot open and a high pitched croak emerged as he began thrashing against his restraints again. “Now, now stop that Jason, listen, this is all for your own good. We are trying to build up your bodys natural resistance to the HIV virus. Its not widely known, but frequent exposure can build up the bodies own defences. If you have not caught the virus, this method should in theory help your own immune system become stronger and fight it off in future” Jason was trying to comprehend what was going on. Did this make any sense? He might have HIV, he might not? But by getting men with HIV to fuck him he might gain resistance, but why would he want that if he didn't have it? This wasn't a habit, this wasn't suppose to happen again! What was going on. “...please....” croaked Jason “...please I don't understand... I don't want this”. Then with an almighty groan, Daniel grabbed Jason's thighs and thrust deep inside and began shooting his toxic load, dumping pump after pump of hot fresh dirty cum deep inside Jason's sloppy hole. “Well done Daniel, thank you for your assistance. Jason if you would be so kind as to clean Daniel up as thanks for his assistance as I finish off your treatment back here”. The doctor walked behind the restrained patient and began searching the various equipment tables. Daniel stepped in front of Jason and opened Jason's mouth. Unceremoniously he slide his softening cock inside Jason's mouth. Jason had no fight left in him and he allowed Daniel to squeeze his lips, collecting all the various juices from his arse leaving them pooling inside his mouth. Daniel whispered into Jason's ear “Next time I want a thank you and a little more courtesy punk. I expect a lot more respect from the dirty pigs that I'm expected to fuck”. Jason closed his eyes and pushed his head into the plastic mat underneath him, trying to hide as Daniel walked away leaving him in the room with the Doctor. Jason could feel more pressure being applied as he felt something being pushed up inside his arse. “Right there we go Jason, its going to feel a bit uncomfortable at first, however this plug, should keep things nice and safe up there. You arse has had a lot of trauma and it needs to heal, as well as needing frequent loads. This plug will keep the rectum and inner walls stretched which will enable them to heal quicker”. Jason could feel the thickness and felt full but it also felt good for his arse to feel tight again, even if it was because it was wrapped around something. “Now Jason, there is more to show you, and this may cause some upset. But I want you to know that this will be fine”. He began unbuckling the various restraints holding Jason in place and slowly helped Jason to his feet. “I know this is going to be a shock but remember you're in the right place”. Jason slowly looked down and collapsed into the Doctor's arms as he placed him into a nearby chair, the butt plug thrusting inside him. Jason's cock and balls were bulbous, a gargantuan mass of bruised flesh. His foreskin bulged over a chubby mass while his ball sack was stretched beyond comprehension. Jason's hands tenderly stroked his ball sack expected there to be pain, however a tingled sensation tickled him as he gingerly checked the area. His small sack now being the size of a football, heavy and weighted with fluid. His dick was now misshapen and blobbed in areas. It didn't feel erect, however the fluid inside gave it the appearance. Wrapping his hands around the flesh he tried to pull the skin down to see his cock head but the fluid prevented him from exposing any of it. “Now Jason this was part of the examination, however unfortunately my nurse accidentally inserted too much saline into the testicles which has caused your penis to enlarge as well. This will be slowly absorbed into your body, however this may take 10-14 days to reduce significantly”. The doctor rolled Jason's chair to his desk and sat behind it. “Right now we need to discuss a drug regime. Before you go I'm going to give you an injection for one of your infections. It is strong so you may want to get yourself home and rested in bed as soon as possible. I'm going to give you a course of pills for the next 14 days at which time I expect you to come back so we can do a follow up examination”. Jason stared almost blankly at the information being presented to him. He couldn't comprehend how much his life had changed in such a short space of time. “Now you will be on two drugs. This blue diamond pill you will be expected to take three times a day, with breakfast, lunch and dinner. This small yellow pill should be consumed at breakfast once a day”. The doctor pushed two bottles in front of Jason, and the two tablets across the desk with a glass of water. “Take these now, no time like the present”. Jason took the pills swallowed them and continued to look blankly ahead. “Right now if you could place your arm on this pillow for me” said the Doctor as he walked round to the still naked Jason, taking his arm and placing it on a pillow placed in his lap”. The doctor took a syringe from his pocket and placed it into Jason's right arm, taking a tight grip of Jason's bicep he plunged the contents into Jason's vein. In a quick movement the Doctor removed the syringe and let go of Jason's bicep as he threw his head back and began to cough. “Now lets get you dressed and home” said the Doctor as he proceeded to pull Jason's tracksuit bottoms up his legs and pulled his polo shirt over his head covering his bruised battered body. Jason's eyes were glazing over from the 'medication' the doctor had given him. The doctor lifted Jason, placed the two bottles of medical Ecstasy and viagra into Jason's pockets and walked him barefoot out the door into the surgery reception. “An appointment has already been made Jason, so we will text you the details a few days before as a reminder”. Jason's walked bright eyed through reception and outside into the early evening. Any thought of how to get home or what to do was no where to be found. He stood still. Slowly blinking, his clothes dishevelled and his saline pumped cock bulging out the front of his trackies. A big hand came and rested on Jason's shoulder, reassuringly squeezing and leading him to walk in the direction of a nearby vehicle. Jason was beginning to spin out from the E and Tina he had just been slammed with but he recognised the thick sweet voice in his ear. “Poor little Rabbit, don't worry, you let Dean get you home safe and sound”

As Jason stumbled towards the group of lockers in front of him he looked around the room to note some benches in the middle of the room and walls lined with old busted up lockers. The foyer outside had looked ok but inside this place seemed to tell a different story. His arse was still burning from being inspected by the big black bouncer and was slowly starting to itch. What he didnt know was that the large chunk of meth shoved deep into his guts was slowly dissolving warming through his system and making his virgin tight hole hungry. Jason slumped down onto the bench in the middle of the room and put his face in his hands trying to figure out what was going on. It was only an hour ago that he was dancing with his bird in a club and now here he was without his clothes in some random sauna having just been abused by the door staff. Wait had he been abused? None of this seemed to make sense and the more time he tried to figure stuff out the more blurred it was becoming. He snapped out of it and looked up through bleary eyes to the older gentleman in front of him. “I said are you ok there little lad? You're looking a little lost” The older man proffered out his hand and Jason took it and shook it. The hand was cold and clammy, but it had a tight skeletal grip as his eyes followed the slender purple veined and pot-marked arm up into the face of an guy who looked at least to be in his early 60s staring down with lust. Jason tried to form some words in his mouth but was feeling more and more spun out from the combination of alcohol and meth. “Sorry mate, yeah, erm, yeah I'm just trying to get my head together” “Not a problem son, lets get you sorted and get you into the steam room and help soften you up eh” said the older man as he sank down onto his bony knees and began untying Jason's trainers. He lifted each foot up and took off each shoe and then standing took Jason's feet and rolled him backwards till Jason was laid across the bench in the middle of the room as it began to spin. “Just your socks to take off now, just you relax and let your new friend Sid sort you out” said the older man as he took Jasons wallet shoes and socks and threw them into a locker not bothering to close the door. He turned back to see Jason still lying on his back feet outstretched and limp dick and balls hanging low. “Now that is a very nice sight, and would be rude not to have a quick taste” said Sid as he took his false teeth out, got back down on his knees and open his mouth and took Jason's flaccid cock to the hilt. Jason moaned at the sensation, not comprehending what was going on as Sid began to work the young lads shaved balls with one hand using his gums to tightly massage Jason's meat. There was little response as Jason was starting to slowly spin out. “Here kid this is what you need to freshen up. Let Sid sort you out yeah, just trust me”. Sid turned around and unlocked his own locker. Quickly pulling out a green pill and a little shot of some clear liquid. “A little something I have just in case” he said as he lifted Jason up off the bench and poured the drink down his throat in a forceful motion. “that should help you get all G'ed up for this place” he sniggered, more for his own benefit. He then took the green pill and placed it on his tongue. “Come here lad and give your daddy a big kiss”. Sid grabbed the back of Jason's head and with no resistance pulled him in close and pushed the pill into his mouth with a deep and sloppy french kiss. Jason was in no state of mind to comprehend what was happening as his mouth was being raped by this old mans tongue. Sid slobbered over his face, wiping spittle all over Jason's lips and tongue and sucking on his tongue. Finally to sign the kiss off, Sid drew back and gobbed into Jason's open mouth closed it with his hand and commanded him to swallow which Jason did. “Good lad, right come with daddy and lets go see his friends in the steam room” taking Jason by the hand and walking him out of the locker area, leaving all of his belongings behind including the towels. “you're not going to need them son. Everyone is going to want to see that ass of yours in action”. The door was opened to the steam room and Jason was pushed through and sat down on a cold clammy marbled bench. Jason's mind was frantically trying to make sense of what was going on but the combination of G, alcohol, meth and the viagra given to him was making his young body spin out of control. “Got a fresh one for us men” said Sid as shuffling bodies gathered around Jason on the bench. From through the steam hands began to grab as Jason, feeling his smooth body, tweaking his nipples running over his abs. A fat chubby finger found its way to his mouth and forced its way in moving in and out causing Jason to instinctively suckle. Hands groped and tugged on his dick and balls with murmurs of appreciation and lust. Without little warning, the chubby finger in Jason's mouth was withdrawn and grabbed the back of his head pulling him down into the owners crotch. His mouth was pulled open and a hard fat cock was shoved into his mouth and began thrusting in and out. “Look at this little whore” exclaimed the chubby older man “Not even here five minutes and already he's sucking on my dick” “Yeah and his whore cunt is just begging for this” said another voice through the steam as Jason felt a sharp stabbing motion at his ass. Having his head held down and his arse up, Jason could do little, even had he not been off his face, as the man behind him clamped his bony fingers into Jason's young hips and pressed this thin sharp cock slowly but forcefully into Jason's guts. Jason's scream was muffled around the dick in his mouth which just caused the fat man to moan louder with delight as the reverberation sent extra stimulus through his body. “Fuck this little whore is an expert sucker, you are hitting all the right spots clearly Glen” Glen was lost in his own mind enjoying the tight grip this lads hole had on his cock. It has been so long since he had gotten his poz cock in a tight hole. The only men who he could fuck now were other pigs like him with holes no longer tight but sloppy and loose after years of taking dirty loads. But now he was aglow in delight as he could feel this tight arse's grip pulling open his sores giving him a true hole to infect and breed. His balls grew tight up inside his body ready to pump their poison into this young dumb cunt and there was no way it was stopping now. With a bellow Glen released his load and pumped over and over again into Jason's hole. Deep inside coating those same torn walls that the bouncer had been digging his nail into earlier. He pulled out with a plop and spun Jason around. “Clean me up you dirty dick pig” he commanded, pushing his blooded and torn cock into Jason's mouth. Jason couldn't register what was going on, he could just feel the pain in his hole and the foul taste in his mouth as the short fat man behind him pushed his cock straight in and after a few short thrusts began dumping his own load in. All the while Glen was smearing his cock over Jason's tongue rubbing his torn sores over Jason's lips. “Next!” he said as he threw Jason's head aside and got up walking out the steam room. Taking only a short moment to watch as two other old men took their turns to spit roast the vulnerable lad in the thick steam. A pigs first fuck should be memorable, however Glen didn't know he had taken Jason's virginity and wouldn't care even if he did, and Jason. It would be lucky if Jason remembered a thing after this night was through.

Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.