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  1. My last load(s)was two nights ago....I hit the bathhouse after work. Been awhile but couldn't wait to the weekend to get good nut. Of course the usual story as I got a room and then did the mandatory walk to explore. I entered a dark play area and this hot daddy with a five o'clock shadow and wearing a harness was pumping a older guy in a sling. We made I contact and did the bro nod and then I moved on...back at my room..I left the door open and a few random guys came and went. Now they only gave me head and I needed to lay some pipe. No sooner did I prop myself on the bed to watch some porn, Daddy comes in and says hi in a bass level voice...He asked what I was looking for and told him that I wanted to bust a nut up a gut...he immediately jumps on all fours on the bed and drops his towl. I jumped up and immediately entered him...no lube needed and words spoken...I proceeded to fuck his hairy hole! As we proceeded taking poppers we got into sync and I lost track of time ..we must have fucked for 45 minutes straight...I was in Nirvana bliss as I grabbed his hips, closed, my eyes, and got a good clip in fucking his velvet taco of a manhole. It made me even harder to tell he was into it by his grunts. Finally came to the point of no return and a shot my wad in him as looked over my popper induced red pecs at my dick in his ass! He got up and winked and I slapped his ass he left. No words spoken ...immediately the older guy, Daddy had been fucking earlier, came through the still open door to my room and took my butt juice, lubed, and cum covered dick into his mouth and cleaned it! He did it so well I shot a second load!....he actually was giving me a gummer! Damn nice guy!
    8 points
  2. I always thought of myself as bisexual since I had been fooling around with men since I was a teenager. I had gotten my cock sucked by older men who liked twinks and I had sucked cock in turn. I had topped older men and had my ass played with and toyed and even fucked a couple times but hadn’t really gotten into that too much. I had been to bookstores and theaters and played there but nothing really changed. That is, until I was in my late 20s and went to my first hotel party. I had seen an ad on an online message board (this was the 90s) about a hotel party only a few miles from my house. The guy hosting wanted $20 a person to cover the cost of the room and asked that everyone either get naked or strip down to just a jockstrap on arrival. I figured what the hell and I emailed the guy, got the date and time and a number to call for the room number that afternoon. It was a few days away and as horny as I was, I wanted to be primed for the party, so I didn’t jerk off or fool around, even with the girl I was seeing at the time. The day of, I went back and forth about cleaning myself out. I still wasn’t really into getting fucked, but I liked to be fingered sometimes so I figured I should. Spent some time and cleaned out real good then showered and threw on a pair of track shorts and a tshirt and sneakers for the short ride over. I arrived and parked and locked everything but my keys, a fresh bottle of poppers and a couple condoms in the glove compartment. Stuck those in my pocket and walked up to the room. I heard some music, not too loud, from inside and knocked. The door was opened by an average looking black man who was the guy hosting. He asked my name and crossed me off a little list, collected my $20 and stepped back to let me in. There were 5 or 6 guys already there, some white, some black, and one Asian guy. Everyone was naked except the Asian guy, who was in a jock. They were all just sitting around and talking and I stripped down and put my stuff, except the poppers, on the closet shelf, and joined the party. At 5’9” and 135 lbs and fairly smooth, I was still pretty much a twink, so the guys all gave me the once over with their eyes. They were all nice enough, and no one was ugly or anything, but none of them really did it for me, so I figured I’d wind up getting a blowjob or something and going home. When the play didn’t start after 20 minutes or so, I decided to slip into the jacuzzi tub on the one side of the room to relax a little. That’s where I was, enjoying the hot water and the jets, when there was another knock on the door and an absolute Adonis of a black man came into the party. He had to be 6’2” and when he stripped down, he was built and looked like he was chiseled from stone. His cock had to be 7” long soft and as thick as mine was when it was fully hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He circulated for a few minutes talking to the other guys but kept glancing over at me and I still couldn’t take my eyes off him. I don’t know what came over me, it was starting to get embarrassing. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. As I was hanging the towel on the closet door to dry, he walked over to me. I turned to face him and he stood right in front of me, maybe 6 inches away. I looked up at him and he didn’t speak, just stared into my eyes for a minute. I think I actually gulped. He put his hand on the back of my neck and head and gently pushed me down saying, “White bitches belong on their knees.” I didn’t resist him at all and when I was on my knees, he told me to kiss his cock. I kissed the head and up and down the shaft while he guided my head where he wanted it. When I got back to the head, he told me to “open my sissy cocksucking mouth” and as I did, he slid his now 9” hard cock onto my mouth. He guided my head up and down on his shaft, not quite facefucking me, but definitely in control. When I was able to get past the first 6 inches he said, “that’s a good bitch, show me what a good little faggot you are and try to take it all.” I did my best, but couldn’t get it all. He seemed pleased with my attempts, though, and moaned every time he heard me gag on his big cock. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face with it a couple times and told me to worship his black balls with my mouth. I licked them and gently sucked on them and buried my face in them, breathing in his manly smell. He kept a grip on the back of my head, still guiding me where he wanted me. Then he pushed me lower and lifted one foot up on the edge of the tub, saying, “get that tongue to work on my black ass, bitch. Eat it like it’s your last meal.” I kissed it and licked it and tried to stick my tongue in it, all while listening to him tell me what a good little faggot I was. Every time he called me a sissy or a bitch or a faggot, my hard dick would twitch with excitement and I didn’t know why. I had never acted like this and no one had ever treated me like this. He put his foot down and slipped his cock back in my mouth and started his gentle facefucking again, pushing in just enough to hear me gag a little. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out and after smacking my face with his cock 2 or 3 times, he tilted my head up to look at him and said, “Get on the bed, on your back, and show me your pretty pink pussy.” I didn’t even think to stand up. I crawled to the bed and up onto it, turned onto my back and pulled my legs back showing him my hole. He stood where he was just stroking his big cock and looking at me. It was probably only about 2 minutes, but felt like an hour. He walked over, still stroking his cock, and he grabbed a bottle of lube someone had put on the nightstand. He poured some on my hole and began to rub it in with 2 fingers. He poured some on his cock and stroked it up and down while still rubbing my now opening hole with his fingers. I knew what was about to happen and I didn’t even think to ask him to wear a condom. It just seemed wrong to cover that beautiful cock. He saw the poppers in my hand and told me to take a big hit, so I did. He started rubbing the head of his big black cock up and down my crack saying, “That’s it, baby. You ready for me to make you my bitch?” and when he saw the poppers hit me, he pushed the head in and stopped. I sucked in my breath but as I started to adjust to him, I was able to breathe again. He looked right in my eyes and started pushing the rest of his cock in me. As he hit bottom, my eyes rolled up in my head. He stopped, completely inside me and said, “You like that, don’t you faggot? You like my big black cock buried in your white pussy, don’t you? You want me to fuck you? Ask me nicely.” I had moaned yes’s to the questions but when he told me to ask, I froze for a second and all of sudden I saw the whole room watching, 6 or 7 guys all jerking off watching me get barebacked by this black man and his beautiful big cock. I swallowed and looked back at him and said, “Please fuck me. Please fuck my white pussy and make me your bitch.” He told me to take another big hit of the poppers and I did and when it hit me, he started fucking me. He didn’t pound me, though. It was almost like he was making love to me. Long even strokes, in and out, making me feel every inch. He swiveled his hips around, hitting all kinds of spots I didn’t know existed, making me moan like a bitch in heat. He kept talking to me as he fucked me, telling me what a good little white slut I was, how he loved white faggot pussy, “that’s it, bitch, moan for me.” Every couple minutes, he would tell me to take another hit of the poppers and I would moan even louder when they hit. After about 10 minutes, he started to pick up the pace and his strokes got more forceful. I had let go of my legs and they were wrapped around him with my heels pulling on his ass cheeks as he fucked me. He made me take another really big hit and as I did, he told me he was going to breed my little faggot pussy and if I managed to cum with him, he wouldn’t make me fuck every cock in the room to entertain him. I hadn’t touched myself yet because I knew if I did, I would erupt. I watched him and when he made one last slam and came in me with an animal grunt, I could actually feel his cum inside me. I grabbed my cock and with 2 strokes, I came. I came so hard, I came in my own face, on my forehead, my cheek, and in my mouth. When he finished shaking from his orgasm, he opened his eyes and saw me plastered with my own cum. He told me what a good bitch I was. He told me to get down and clean his cock off and as he pulled out of me, I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. He backed away and told the rest of the room they were welcome to use my mouth, but my pussy was his. The other 2 black guys and 2 of the white guys surrounded me, still stroking and took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. One by one, they all came, some of it in my mouth and some on my face. When the last one had finished and walked away, I looked up and he was standing there with a towel. He wiped off my face and he pulled me to my feet. We walked into the bathroom and he turned the shower on and got in with me. He washed me and had me wash him. I grabbed his cock and asked if I could have more, but he told me, “Not today, my little bitch, but soon.” He took my number after we got dressed and he told me he would be calling me soon and I needed to be ready for when he did. He told me to get myself some pretty panties because “white faggots should dress like the sissy bitches they are.” I got the panties and a few other things he liked and for the next 2 years, I was his. I still dated women and lived my life, but when he called, I put on my panties and went to be his white faggot sissy bitch wherever he told me to meet him. He shared me with a few of his friends sometimes, but mostly it was just us and I was his bitch. He moved away eventually. I miss him.
    5 points
  3. Got royally bred last night by my gay cousins husband. He was staying the night with us and he tried on a wrestling costume then I put mine on and next thing you know he’s hard and I’m sucking him; husband walks in on us, and joins us. I go douche and then I’m cunt up snorting amyl getting absolutely destroyed and yelling breed my faggot dump and make me a cum dump. Sore cunt today!!
    5 points
  4. Took the drive to Chicago to spend some time getting dick at Banana Video. The evening tapered off but the afternoon started out great. Multiple good sized cocks coming thru the gloryhole, all wanting to fuck. Took about four loads in the afternoon and two in the evening. The very last one being an uncut black cock, not too long but thick. I love being bent over at the gloryhole getting fucked like a bitch by anonymous cocks, taking their load as the grunt and shoot their cum. Plowed some good man ass too. I'm back Saturday afternoon, usually in a corner booth.
    4 points
  5. Chapter 3 – More fun with Alex In Chapters 1 and 2, I tell about a weekend getaway that our friend, Gary, had gotten us as a present. The weekend was a fister’s paradise; we all had fisted and been fisted by numerous guys. I met Alex, a guy who lived near us, and now we’re fisting buddies. Now, Alex was a fist buddy. He came over to our place, and we had a few fist parties. This time, we planned something special for him. We invited Alex to our place and told him to be ready to spend the weekend. He was due to arrive Friday evening, and Jake and I were going to work him over. Once he was well spun and opened up, we had a few other guys lined up to come and play in his hole. We’ve played with Alex enough now that we know what he likes. He’s 40, about 5’9”, and has a nice thick body. He’s covered in light hair all over, with a good bit of hair on his ass. He likes to keep his cock hidden away in a jockstrap while he’s in a fisting session, and it’s hot to see the pouch get wet when some fluid leaks out of it. I’m especially likely to suck him through his wet strap. We spent some time smoking the pipe, just blowing clouds and shotgunning the smoke between each other. Jake and I were both naked, and Alex was wearing his red jockstrap. This is one that he wears often, and he doesn’t wash it, so it has a great aroma and taste. While we were smoking, we were fondling each other all over, but with a special focus on Alex and his hot ass. I had already worked three fingers in with just some spit for lube, and he was lying on his back with his legs spread wide, moaning as I penetrated him. Clearly, it was time for him to get in the sling. We got him situated in the sling, and he took a few more hits from the pipe. He had to be really spun at that point. Jake sat down at the foot of the sling to start working over Alex into a frenzy. I was positioned up near his head, where I could see what Jake was doing and also feed my cock to Alex. It doesn’t take long to get a fist into Alex. He’s usually pretty opened up, and today was no exception. Jake was able to sink his hand into Alex quickly. Alex moaned with the insertion and sucked my cock into his mouth. Even though it wasn’t hard, he likes sucking on it. Jake was working his hand back and forth in Alex’s ass. I know Jake’s style well enough to know what he was doing inside Alex. He’d extend his hand on the insertion, probe around with his fingers when he got in deep, and then make a fist as he drew back. From how Alex responded, it was working well for him. I was able to bend down and nuzzle Alex’s cock through his jockstrap. This strap has seen a lot of action and has a great aroma and taste to it. Alex pushed out a bit of precum to start soaking the strap, and I eagerly sucked on the wet spot. It’s also hot to be so close to his hole when he’s taking a fist since I can see and hear the action up close. Jake worked Alex over for a while and then told me it was my turn to fist him. So, Jake and I traded places. I lubed up my right hand and slid it right inside Alex, turning as I entered. Alex has a deep hole, so I could get most of my forearm inside him in a single stroke. Some more twisting and pushing let me gain little increments of depth. Alex held up a hand to slow me down so that he could take some poppers. I know that when he is on a poppers high, he will ride my arm like the pig that he is. I slowed to a stop, keeping my hand deep inside him, and waited for the poppers to hit. Once they did, Alex started out by using the sling to rock back and forth on my arm. He’d also move his whole body up and down, making my arm move around in his ass. Alex rode the poppers high for a while but eventually slowed down and collapsed back into the sling. I made minimal movements inside him, giving him some recovery time. Once he had rested for a while, I decided to move on to a dildo. I slowly withdrew my hand from his ass, making a fist and twisting it at the entrance to really stretch him out. He likes having his hole stretched, so he really enjoyed this. I grabbed my Crackstuffers Twisted dildo. This toy is long and, as the name implies, has a spiral design that lets you literally screw it into a hole. It’s great for depth play since you can slowly work it deeper and deeper into a hole. Alex saw the toy I had chosen, and his eyes widened. He had previously ridden this toy but had only gotten about half of it in him. This time, I wanted to get it in deeper, so I lubed it generously all the way to the base. I teased Alex a little by rubbing the toy around on his ass, spreading the lube around. Then, I inserted it into his ass, getting almost half of it in him on the first push. With the spiral design, this toy feels great even without twisting it, but adding some twists makes it even better. Alex was clearly enjoying the ride and reached back to spread his ass for me. Seeing this hairy stud taking a huge toy deep in his ass was sexy and exciting for me too. I pulled it all the way out, leaving his hole with a bit of a gape. More lube went on the toy, and I shoved some more into his hole with my hands. This time, we were going to go even deeper. The toy went in smoothly up to about the halfway point. Then, I paused and let Alex get used to the feeling of fullness. I’d shake or tap on the toy, turning it a little to give him some great internal sensations. When I would turn it, I’d use the spiral design to go a little deeper each time. At one point, Alex huffed some more poppers. I took advantage of that to get another inch or two of the toy screwed into his ass. He didn’t know it, but he had most of the dildo inserted in his ass. The base is also pretty thick, so he was getting a good stretch, too. While I was screwing the dildo into him, Alex was rubbing his cock through the jockstrap and sucking on Jake’s dick. Jake can get hard when he parties, so he has a fun cock for sucking then. Sometimes, though, Alex would get distracted by what was going on in his ass and forget about Jake’s cock. There were moments when he was riding the dildo and rubbing his cock in a perfect expression of bliss. Alex only had a little more of the dildo to take, so I slowly screwed it into him. The great thing about this toy is that it’s almost self-guiding. As you screw it in, the guy’s ass just keeps accepting it. That was how we got the toy in all the way to the base. I told Alex to reach down and feel his hole, and he was surprised to find that it was all the way inside him. It’s over 16” long and over 3” thick, so it was quite an accomplishment for him. Alex asked to have it taken out, so I slowly withdrew the toy, using the spiral to help me unscrew it from his hole. It was hot to see the hairs around his hole clinging to the toy as it moved out of him. Jake had stepped down and lubed up his hands, so the second the toy was out, Jake’s hand went in. Alex sucked in his hand up to mid-forearm. Jake knew the depth Alex could take now, so he kept working deeper into his hole. He had lubed his arm past the elbow, and it was exciting to see him slide it deeper and deeper into Alex. I was sucking on the growing wet spot on Alex’s jock and watching as Jake’s hand kept moving into Alex. Jake looked up at Alex and said, “Have you ever taken a fist up the elbow?” Alex said, “Not yet.” Jake grinned and said, “Yes, you have!” Alex reached down and felt how far Jake had inserted his arm into his ass and let out a huge sigh of pleasure. We knew that this was one of Alex’s fisting goals, and it was great to be able to help him achieve it. Jake slowly pulled his hand out of Alex. His hole stayed open, dripping lube out of it. Both Jake and I played around his hole, sticking fingers in and keeping him open and ready. After a while, Alex said that he wanted to smoke some more, so we helped him out of the sling and relaxed on the bed, blowing clouds and fondling each other. Alex was amazed at how easily he had taken Jake's arm and was eager to go for more. Even though I’m a little shorter than Jake, my arms are thicker, so he wanted to see how far I could get inside him. We blew a few more clouds and then got him back in the sling for the next part.
    4 points
  6. Great start. Reminds me of my poz house boy. He was lazy but awesome cumdump..
    3 points
  7. My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.
    2 points
  8. The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.
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  9. Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Gift Jake and I have been together for ten years now. It’s a good milestone for us to celebrate with family and friends, so we decided to have a small party at our place. Jake is 38. He’s from Germany originally, but you’d never know it when you met him. The only remaining sign of European birth is that he’s uncut. He’s about 6’ tall, in good shape, with blond hair, blue eyes, and he's sexy as hell. He’s not too hairy, but his ass crack has a forest in it. I’m 42. A little shorter than Jake at 5’10” and in good shape from our regular partner workouts. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and a hairy body. Unlike Jake, I’m cut. Our family all know us as a loving and devoted couple, and we are. But some of our friends know that we have some curious sexual proclivities. We sometimes party with friends or at an event and we both like groups. Add to that the fact that we are both fisting fans, and you’ve got an interesting dynamic. The party was great. Our parents and siblings came with nieces and nephews. Several of our friends were there as well. Even though we had a strict “no gift” policy, some people did bring gifts for us. Luckily, most of the presents were things we needed for the house, so it wasn’t all bad. There were also lots of cards. People wanted us to open the gifts and cards at the party. It’s not my thing, but you gotta keep the people happy. As we looked through the cards, one was marked “Do Not Open at Party” on the envelope. We were able to put it aside, and no one was any the wiser about this item. Once everyone had gone home and we’d cleaned up, Jake remembered the odd card. We found it and opened it. A friend had arranged a weekend away for us that was going to be a huge fisting party. Given the friend who gave it to us (who was also coming along), we knew that partying would be part of the deal, too. The weekend was coming up, and we decided to carpool with our friend, Gary, who had bought the getaway for us. He got in the car with the smallest bag we’d ever seen him use for travel “All you need is a douche, some poppers, and a few jock straps”, he said. The weekend was sounding like it was going to be awesome. The party was at a gay guesthouse about an hour away from where we live. We got there around 6 on Friday and got registered for our rooms. There was a pamphlet of info about the weekend, with several party locations, floor plans for the sling rooms, and a bare-bones list of rules. The rules basically came down to “don’t be a jerk.” We went to our rooms and got settled in. Tonight was just a mixer, with the playtime starting in the morning. We went down to the little bar and met some of the other guys. They were a mix of ages, builds, styles, and types. It looked like a fun and eclectic crowd. Saturday morning, Jake and I both did a good cleanout, assuming we’d be fisting all day long. I’m sure that Gary did, too. We went down to breakfast wearing jock straps and harnesses. There was no dress code, but you couldn’t be naked in the dining area. Lots of other guys were similarly attired. It was a fun show, checking out all the asses and pecs on display. After a light breakfast, we strolled over to one of the sling rooms. This room had eight slings, four on each side. Each sling was equipped with a lube station, paper towels, a chair, and a table for poppers and other lube you might prefer. Four of the slings were in use. Gary suggested that one of us get in a sling, and he’d fist us as part of the celebration. After that, he’d fist the other one. That sounded like a good way to start the weekend, so Jake got in the sling, and Gary worked over his hole. I love watching my man get fisted. The feelings between the top and bottom are so intimate, and the interaction is almost primal. Gary has fisted both of us before, so he knows what we like. He’s a good, thoughtful fister, who often checks in with his bottom to see how things are going. He had also brought a little pack that had some poppers in it, so he and Jake got to enjoy those. After Jake tapped out, I got in the sling. The room was filling up, and there was only one empty sling. Some guys were just wandering around, checking in on the action. It was sexy to be taking a fist while all these other guys were around, and that was clearly a precursor to the rest of the weekend. When Jake and I had finished, we went off to smoke a little T. Usually, we do that before we fist, but it seemed early to do it right after breakfast. Then, we went to explore the rest of the spaces. There was another, smaller sling room with three slings in a row in it. The main floor would be used for tonight’s party, but it would need to be cleared out first. For a fisting weekend, food was light, and alcohol was copious. Out back, there was a pool that was clothing optional. I didn’t know how many guys would use the pool over a sling, but some might. We just kind of wandered around, scoping out the crowd for the afternoon. Some guys looked cool, and it would be interesting to see how the weekend played out. We went down for the “dinner,” which was really drinks and a few appetizers. That was OK because everyone’s mind was on fisting. Guys started leaving in twos and threes, sometimes more. You could smell what people were smoking as you walked through the property. Obviously, the owner was OK with all of it. We walked into the large sling room, and a guy approached Jake and said, “Want to fist me?”. Jake replied, “Only if you fist me after that,” and it was agreed. First, they disappeared to the guy’s room, presumably to smoke. I looked around and spotted a guy who looked like fun. He was tall, thickly built, and really hairy. I love a hairy ass, especially for toys and fisting. The hair clings to whatever is being pulled out of the guy’s ass, and that’s really hot. Taking the lead from Jake’s guy, I asked him, “Do you want to fist?”. He just nodded a yes and started to walk away. I followed him to his room to smoke. When we got back, Jake’s guy was in a sling and Jake’s hand was in him already. I noticed poppers and a few toys on the table and assumed those were all going to be used too. With my guy, I jumped into the sling and got my feet set in the stirrups. My guy had grabbed some toys and poppers while we were in his room, but he seemed like the strong and silent type. He lubed up his hands and my hole and started working his fingers in to expand my opening. He was quickly up to four fingers, so I said, “Just shove it in”. He pushed, I pushed back, and he entered my ass. His hand was large and felt fantastic just at the entry. I could only imagine what it would feel like once he got in deeper. He worked his fingers around and clenched his hand into a fist while he was in me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I took a deep hit of poppers and felt his hand move deeper into my ass. He knew how to fist, and I was very appreciative of that fact. He waited until the poppers had time to take effect before sliding more of his hand into my ass, probing for my second hole. Even though he was quiet, he was always paying attention to me to see how things were going. It turns out that the sling where Jake was fisting was across from the one that I was in. It was exciting to watch my husband fist another man while taking a fist myself. I saw Jake reach for the poppers, share them with his bottom, then take a hit himself. He was really working the guy’s hole, and the guy seemed to be very happy about it. Next, Jake picked up a toy, lubed it up, and positioned it at the entrance to the man’s hole. It was thick and long, but it would be a great ride. The guy took some more poppers, and Jake began to push. The toy slowly entered, then slid almost all the way in. That guy must have a very open ass. Jake moved the dildo back and forth, eliciting moans of pleasure from his bottom. Meanwhile, my guy had decided to use a dildo on me. He selected a rather large one and held it up to me with raised eyebrows. I nodded yes, and he lubed it up. He positioned it at the entrance and let me do some poppers before starting the insertion. Poppers just make this more fun. The toy was definitely a stretch for my hole, and it would probably be a stretch for depth, too, but I was game. My guy fucked me gently with the dildo, regularly looking to see if things were OK with me. After a long while, both Jake and my guy were done topping. I asked my guy if he was ready to get in the sling, and he nodded yes. Jake was already hopping in the sling across from us. Then, my guy handed me a card that said, “Hi, my name is Steve, and I am deaf. I lipread but can miss some things.” Now it made sense why he was so quiet and, at the same time, so focused on me. I told him that it was all good with me, and we settled in for a hot fisting session. Steve was a burly man with lots of body hair. I started out rimming his ass, which had him writhing in pleasure. Then, I lubed up my hands and his hole and started probing. His hole opened readily to me, so I slipped my hand in. The look on his face told me how much he was enjoying the feelings. I fisted him deep, gave him a good stretch, and made him very happy. I also used a large toy on him, which his ass ate up. Gary had come back from wherever he was and grabbed our hands when we were done and said, “Let’s party.” We went back to our room, packed a pipe, and got really spun. Now, it was gonna get crazy.
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  10. Last night I went to Vault 139. The Vault is a sex club/bar located in a basement. Thursday nights are advertised as footwear only. The website advertises it as follows: STRIPPED 7PM TO 1AM £7.00 INCLUDES FIRST DRINK AND COAT CHECK DRESS CODE: naked apart from footwear In preparation for the evening, I purchased some poppers. I had been to the Vault on one other occasion but it was rather tame compared to what I encountered last night. Upon entering, I received a crate to store my clothes in as well as a bag containing a drink ticket, lube, and a condom. I went to the changing area and stripped off and stored my clothes away. Before I got my drink, I walked around the club. The place was packed with naked men of all ages but mostly 20-50 year old men. Before I could even complete a circle of the club, I was approached by a hung, white 30 something year old man. I went down on his big uncut cock in a room full of naked men fucking. After I had him rock hard, I lubed his cock up with spit and bent over let him fuck me bareback as I blissed out with some poppers. He pounded my raw ass hard for a good 15 minutes before he sped up his pace and unloaded deep inside me. He stayed inside me after he bred me and kept slow fucking me with his uncut raw cock. After the first breeder pulled out of my raw ass, I got a drink and walked around some more. Before I finished my Red Stripe, another lad of 30 approached me and we started jerking each other. I guess I was in a bottoming mood last night cause I went on my knees and sucked his cock nice and hard then I bent over and he fucked me in a corner until he blasted another load into my guts. I picked up my beer and finished it off and wander to the hallway where another man of 30ish, white, hung and uncut starts jerking off with me again. We continue this for a few minutes. When I could tell he was getting close, I told him to cum in my ass and I turn around and shove his cock in my ass just as he is cumming. Fucking A! 3 easy loads in less than an hour. The place is still packed. There may be even more guys here now than when I entered. I am not sure how much more energy I have left so I really want to find my prey to bareback my load inside. I find the darkroom and can see the outline of a daddy fucking a twink. I sit next to the twink and offer him my poppers and tell him what a dirty slut he is letting strangers bareback his hole. I tell him to beg the daddy to seed his ass. The boy complies and the daddy soon rewards the boy with his load. I tell the boy that I am next. I line up behind him and feel his ass. It is slick with cum. I don't think the daddy was the first to breed this boy tonight. I slide inside his sloppy hole and tell him to beg for my seed. We both popper up and I soon unload a huge load inside his ass. After all that, I change back into my clothes, leave the Vault, and catch the tube home with 3 loads still inside my ass. What a great night. http://fuckworker.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/london-vault-139.html
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  11. Thank you very much @tallslenderguy for such an eloquent response to what I had to say. I found myself nodding and saying out loud; that's true to..... A big shame to hear that you lose a big portion of guys when as you say have triggered conditioned responses when you use certain words.. However, although quantity has its place it is all about quality at the end of the day, isn't it. Perfect mindset! 👌 Thank you once again for a thoroughly enjoyable spot on read to part of what makes me tick.
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  12. Would def give you my cum 💦 DM me !
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  13. For me, I prefer to go “old-school” and use SafeTGard… either the basic or swimmer style. Colors will vary depending on mood or maybe signal a preference. For more serious scenes then we go with black leather, neoprene or rubber ones though yellow trim can be thrown in.
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  14. I am technically not that new, I joined over a year ago but just recently (a couple of weeks ago) started interacting in this fantastic group. I am here to earn mostly. I am still on the fence about fucking raw. I used to top a lot but now I am a full time bottom. I have had some interesting exchanges with some members here, looking forward for more conversation. Love the stories some of you write.
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  15. My thoughts: you should feel free to follow your instincts. If you want your cock and balls to be part of the experience, by all means let it be known. If you’re exposed, they will either ignore or give it attention depending on their preference. I’m a bit above average enough for it to be noticeable but usually want to it to be all about my cunt so I wear a jockstrap to signify it’s not in play. Being caged, as you mention, would be another way. Though, I do enjoy servicing other subs’ cocks so I prefer to be the only one unavailable. The Daddies that I’ve had have all preferred me to be covered up and concentrate on servicing his cock with my mouth or cunt.
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  16. As a healthcare professional on a critical care unit, i have witnessed that easily 85% of the patients we care for on our unit have diseases related to diet and 'lifestyle.' As others have noted, given your rationale, these too would have to be included. The reality is most of these diseases are preventable and caused by what we eat and lack of exercise. i'm talking evidence based stuff here, i have a computer full of published medical journal studies on the topic and have certification through Cornell University on reversal and prevention of disease process through diet. Not pinging on you. Most people have little to no idea about how deadly the Standard American Diet (SAD lol) is. i also have studies on healthy cultures that have progressed and copied the Western diet and now have the diseases to go with it. Thing is, most of us are just doing what comes natural, eating to satisfy our appetite, not for our health. When i tell my patients they can likely reverse their type two diabetes, they light up until i explain why they have it and what foods they love that causes it. Suddenly, insulin doesn't seem so bad or expensive.
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  17. I need this so badly 😵
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  18. 1. You say "most insurance companies pay for these (ie PrEP) nowadays", but guess what: if they pay for PrEP, they're paying for HIV treatment meds, too. They may prefer PrEP over treatment because it saves money over the long haul, but that doesn't mean the same entity isn't paying for both. It's not like all the cost of HIV treatment gets shifted to the government - certainly not in the U.S., at least. In fact, typically, whether it's an employer plan, an individual private insurance plan, Medicare/Medicaid/VA/other govt. plan, or what have you: the same entity that would cover your PrEP will cover your HIV treatment. The plan may prefer (as noted) that people get on PrEP rather than get infected and need treatment, but getting HIV doesn't mean that it's going to be a burden on taxpayers. For several years I had an individual insurance plan for which *I* paid, out of pocket, 100% of the premiums, and now I'm on my partner's company plan as a domestic partner, which they offer. Neither one of those options cost "the taxpayers" a fucking dime. 2. Here in the US, even with the Affordable Care Act, there's a tier of people who make too much for traditional Medicaid (govt health plans for the poor) but not enough to qualify for a subsidy on the ACA exchanges for a plan. Part of the ACA is an "Expanded Medicaid" plan to cover those people, but the courts here ruled that because Medicaid is a cost shared between the federal and state governments, the feds can't mandate that a state participate. As a result, 13 states (at last count) still refuse to participate in Expanded Medicaid, meaning people in those states who make less than the poverty wage can't get a subsidy on the exchange nor can they qualify for traditional Medicaid. They have NO insurance, because when you make less than $15,000 as a single person, there isn't an individual plan out there you can afford. So at least here in the US, while the uninsured rate is the lowest it's been in decades, it's still almost 8 percent, or more than 25 MILLION people with zero health insurance coverage. 3. Prevention sometimes fails. Some people brought up in restrictive circumstances don't know about prevention. Some people don't even know they might be at risk because sex education in this country largely sucks - it's left up to local school systems, many of which are run by highly conservative, religious people who don't want kids to be taught the facts. Some people are going to get infected no matter how much "prevention" is preached. 4. Lots of things are preventable. Heart disease is heavily influenced by factors like diet, exercise, and smoking. Are you prepared to tell people we won't treat them for a heart attack because we all know how to reduce the risks for that? Are you going to be making exceptions for people with a genetic disposition towards heart issues, and are you going to spend the millions of dollars it would take to screen every heart attack patient to determine whether they're one of the lucky "deserving" ones or one of the "too bad, hope all those hamburgers tasted good, you're on your own" unlucky ones? This whole idea smacks of who "deserves" health care and who doesn't. That, to me, is a nasty way to look at the world.
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  19. Chapter 2 – The Party Continues In Chapter 1, I tell about a gift our friend, Gary, gave to me and my husband for our 10th anniversary. It was a fisting weekend, with no holds barred. We’ve both fisted and been fisted and are spun out now. So, happy, spun, and horny, we all ventured out into the night. Now, we saw that some guys had set up slings in the yard area around the pool. These weren’t put up by the guesthouse but were slings that guys had brought with them. It’s a nice idea because it lets you stake a spot without contending with other guys. One of the guys caught my eye. Tall, thin, bearded, and handsome, he was waving a dildo as a lure. It worked for me. I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to fist me. His answer was, “Fuck, yeah!”. So, I got in the sling, and he started to work over my hole, Between the T that we had smoked and the overall crazy sexy vibe, I was in heaven. He lubed up and was inside me in seconds. My ass was still open from earlier, and he must have expected that. This guy knew how to fist! He would twist his hand, flex his fingers, caress my inner walls, and more. Poppers had me flying with excitement and opening my ass wide for his hand. He tried to double-fist me, but we couldn’t make that work. Meanwhile, Jake had been spotted by another guy and was taking his fist. Gary was getting a chariot ride with another guy, totally ignoring the sling. I caught Jake’s eye and gave him a smile. He responded in kind. This being a party of gay men, you know it’s going to go on for a long time. During the first night, I was fisted by seven guys and fed my fist to six. Jake told me that his tally was eight times being fisted and six times fisting. All in all, a good night was had by all. We crashed around 5 AM. Luckily, nothing was going on before lunch so that we could get some sleep. The weather the next day was beautiful. Guys were out by the pool, taking full advantage of the “clothing optional” rule. It was great to see some of the guys that we had played with last night and find out a little more about them. We swapped stories and got caught up on the plans for the afternoon. It was planned to be a pool party, and we were all ready for action. Once again, slings were set up along the pool, but these were the ones from the guesthouse. As an extra touch to the other arrangements, they added a bottle of poppers to each table. Guys were mostly just hanging out, drinking, talking, and fondling each other. I recommended Steve to Jake, who suggested I look for one of the guys he played with yesterday, but he didn’t know his name. We were all looking for the guy that we wanted to fist us and that we wanted to fist. Some guys were dedicated tops or bottoms, but most were versatile. Pretty soon, the slings started filling up. It’s a lot of fun to have sex outdoors, and doing fisting outdoors is even better. As I looked around, I saw a lot of happy guys, either fisting or being fisted. The party had definitely begun, and you could smell the chems in the air as you walked around. We had smoked before coming to the pool and were well spun. Gary partnered off with a young guy who wanted him to fist him. Meanwhile, Jake was homing in on a guy for his play session. I was asked by an older man if we could play, and I readily agreed. He had on a leather jock and harness, capped by a leather hat. He was in great shape and had a nice ass. His name was Fritz, and he wanted me in the sling first. All right with me. He started off slowly, but it turned out that he was a rather rough fister. He liked to expand his hand while it was inside me, sometimes to the point of pain. When I said something to him, he said I needed to get used to the sensation. After a relatively brief fisting session, I asked for a toy to be used on me, and he agreed. This was much better. He was able to plunge it in and out of my hole and could twist and shake it while it was inside me. I suggested that we switch positions. Fritz was in the sling and ready to go, His ass was lightly hairy, and he had a tight hole. I worked my fingers in slowly to open him up, then shoved in my fist. He gasped when it went in but accepted it quickly. I gave him an excellent hole stretch and got in pretty deep before he tapped out. It was an OK session, but I wanted something more. I left Fritz and started scoping out the crowd. I saw a guy that looked promising fisting another guy. If this was the end of their session, I might be in luck. He was around my age, attractive, hairy, and well-tanned. I kind of walked around and kept checking them out. When I saw that they were done, I made my move. “Hi. I think you’re really hot. Want to play?” He said yes, so we found an open sling. It had a great view of Gary getting fisted hard by an older guy. For him, variety truly is the spice of life. Before I got in the sling, he introduced himself as Alex. I also introduced myself. He helped me get situated in the sling and started working my hole. He leaned in and said, “Have you ever done a booty bump?” I had, and I liked it, so I told him yes. He took out a bag and lifted out a good-sized shard. “We’ll have to wait a little bit to let this dissolve before I fist you. Is that OK?”. Yep! Alex shoved the shard in my hole, and I could feel the burning almost immediately. Of course, I also felt it taking effect on me. We gave it some time, sucking each other dicks and making out. Once we decided that the shard had melted, Alex started fisting me, He really knew what he was doing, and he had my hole singing quite quickly. He worked on both depth and width and had great, well-skilled hands for the job. He really liked it when I would take a hit of poppers and ride his wrist. He’d stand there supporting his arm, and I would work that limb in and out of my ass. Turnabout is fair play, so it was time for Alex to get his ass filled. But first, a shard for him, too. I inserted it, and we again gave it time to melt. While waiting, we fondled each other and chatted about our lives. It was nice to get to know him, especially since we lived close to one another. Alex got in the sling and looked great with his ass spread for the taking. I wanted to give him as good an experience as he gave me. I entered his ass pretty quickly (we’d all been fisted a lot already) and really worked over his hole. He liked taking a hit of poppers and having me hold my knuckles at his hole, stretching it out. I’d twist my hand around so that different areas got different stretches and he really liked that. Once we were done, I ended up being fisted by nine guys and fed my fist to eight. Jake told me that his tally was eight times fisted and ten times fisting. Gary had lost count. We packed up our meager attire and headed home with stories to tell our friends in the know. The best part of the whole weekend, besides the fact that I got to spend it with my husband, was that Alex became a friend and a regular fisting buddy. Now, we all get to enjoy his skills.
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  20. As we walked to Clint’s car I contemplated why I was doing this. I wasn’t gay, I loved women. But in truth none of them really loved me, my cock had always been too small to even penetrate most girls. When Clint had tongue fucked my ass it felt so good that I had to go with him and see what he would do. As we got into the car Clint leaned into his back seat and grabbed Gatorade bottle. “This’ll taste like shit but just keep drinking it, it’ll make cunting you a lot easier.” I just nodded and began gulping down the vile liquid quickly realizing it wasn’t Gatorade. Clint began driving and once we were on the road pulled his sweatpants down revealing his massive cock. He nodded down to it while I stared. After a second he grabbed the back of my head and slammed it onto his 9 inch, beer can thick cock. “First lesson faggot, when an alpha male like me presents his cock to you, you get it in one of your hole asap, do you understand faggot” he screamed as he thrusted into my tight throat. I was trying my hardest not to throw up, when everything began feeling lighter am I felt my throat loosen up. Not only did my throat loosen but I began to enjoy having my throat fucked. After fucking my throat for 20ish minutes we pulled up to Clint’s house. “Take your clothes off, they aren’t coming in the house” he said, surprisingly I complied without even thinking about it even though I had always hated being naked. As I followed Clint to his door I began to realize that I was butt naked for the entire neighborhood to see, and I didn’t care. Once inside Clint showed me to the couch and put a pipe and lighter in my hand. “You’ve smoked weed before right” he asked and I nodded in response “ good it’s kinda like that breath out fill your lungs with the smoke then hold it, now finish that pipe while I go get some things ready.” As I began smoking the mystery drug I felt a rush of energy and a burning sensation through my body. I began to rub my cock after I finished the pipe but as I got close to cuming I felt a hard kick in my side and fell the the ground. “Your never touching that tiny fag cock again boy!” Clint screamed as he grabbed me by the hair “you’re my faggot now, I’ve spent over a year making you into the perfect muscle cuck for me and you’re gonna do what I fucking say” he screamed as he locked a small chain around my neck He then put something over my cock and locked it “there now you won’t be tempted into thinking you’re a man” “Now before your mind is totally gone im going to ask you something and if you say no you can leave right now ok” I nodded as I rubbed up against his leg loving the pressure on my locked cock. “ I have hiv and if I fuck you your going to get it too, once I cum in you your mine for the rest of your life not just in the sense of carrying my disease, but I will actually own you, you’ll spend the rest of your life kept high and full of my cum never making another decision again. “Do you want that boy” “Yes sir please I need you to use my ass again I need it please please please I’ll be your slave and let you do whatever you want I just need my hole filled now” “Atta boy” Clint said
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  21. I luv BBC!! This is what I get to play with once a week❤
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  22. Aren't Big Black Cocks wonderful, i can't get enough of them.
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  23. Part 2 At dinner that night I sat there, ghostly pale, my stomach in knots. I could barely eat. I was sure the others could tell I had sinned so greatly. I was sure they could see the devil standing over me. "Are you not feeling well Jacob?" was all my mother asked. I just told her I wasn't and wanted to go to bed early. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth extra long, trying to wash away the lingering taste of Mr. Jackson's sperm. That night, as I lay in bed next to my brother, I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were filled with that big black dick, he had called it a dick, in my mouth, ejaculating down my throat. I had liked it, and secretly wanted more. And I had a feeling I would get that and lots more, like those pictures in the magazines. The next day, Mr. Jackson came over to talk to my parents. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my siblings made it impossible. After he left, my father came to tell me about the visit. "Jacob," he began, "Mr. Jackson needs some help for a few weeks on a cabin he's building in the mountains. He's offered to pay a nice sum for your services, and I think the work and time in God's nature will do you good." I secretly shivered when he said "services" because I could only imagine what those would entail. But I could not disagree with my father. So the next day I was packed with a few changes of clothes, my work boots, and a bible and hopped into Mr. Jackson's truck and off we went. I looked back at my family as they waved me off into a future none of them could imagine. "That was easier than I could have ever hoped!" Mr. Jackson laughed as we drove away into the unknown. We didn't talk much on the way, I just sat there trying to imagine what the next few weeks would bring. It was only a couple hours to the cabin, and we arrived mid-afternoon. As I reached for my bag in the back, Mr. Jackson said "leave it boy, you won't need nothing in there except your boots. Grab those other bags and follow me." I did as told and we went into the cabin, the door locking behind me. "Strip boy!" He commanded me. I stood there nervously, not moving. Mr. Jackson raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "I SAID STRIP!" I quickly shed my clothes, trembeling as I realized there was no one around to help me. As I pulled my clothing off, Mr. Jackson was pulling items out of the bags. Various strange looking things, most of them in black leather. "Now stand at attention boy! I want to inspect my property." I stood there, arms at my side while Mr. Jackson looked me over. I stood 5'8", a little shorter than his 6ft. I had a pale, thin body from too much time indoors praying instead of playing. My legs were covered in dark hair, and I had a little on my chest which ran down my stomach into dense, bushy pubes. The crack of my buttocks was also quite hairy, as well as my armpits. "Not bad boy," Mr. Jackson sneered. I like my white bitches skinny. We'll take care of the smooth part next." With that he pulled out a bottle of something orange and told me to drink it. It tasted kind of funny, but I was thirsty and drank it all down. Soon I was feeling really warm and mellow. And my dick was rock hard. Mr. Jackson had pulled out some clippers and went to work shaving my body. Soon there was nothing but stubble covering me. He then took a bowl of hot water and a razor and shaved the rest of me totally smooth. The hair on my head was the only thing left. And I have to admit the feelings of his hands all over my body made me tingle everywhere, especially my rock hard penis that stood straight up the whole time. Mr. Jackson stepped back when he was done to look at me. "Very nice boy! Now you look like your about 13, naked and smooth with your little boy cock sticking up. What is it, about 5"? Certainly not a real man's cock." I blushed as he commented on my body, feeling shame at my nakedness. "But now the real fun can begin!" He put leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a collar around my neck. Then without warning I felt a body wracking jolt around my neck. I screamed and dropped to the floor as I jerked and spasmed. "That's a shock collar boy, to keep you in line. And just know, that was only half voltage! So don't even THINK of escape!" I softly whimpered and prayed to Jesus to save me from my plight. "I told you who you would pray to now boy!" Mr. Jackson said as he kicked me in my stomach. "Jesus can't help you now!" With that, he pulled out a small case and sat down on my chest, pinning me down. He wrapped a rubber tube around my arm and said "hold still boy if you don't want to get hurt! I've learned this is the quickest way to turn bitches like you into nasty chem sluts!" I had no idea what was about to happen when I felt a slight prick in my arm, then he released the band on my arm. WHAM!! A force flew through my body unlike anything I could ever imagine. It was like God himself had entered me. My lungs seized up and I started a coughing fit. Mr. Jackson just stood up and went out side, returning with my bible. As the coughing subsided, he pulled me up and over his knee and started to beat my buttocks as hard as he could with Gods words. Over and over he paddled me, an intense warm feeling increasing all over my body. Then he threw me over the arm of the sofa and moved back between my legs, tossing the bible into my hands. I could hear him spit several times then I felt something pushing against my anus. "I gonna rip you open bitch!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "I'm gonna make you my slut! Your cunt is gonna bleed for me!" With that, he pushed as hard as he could and his penis popped into me. I screamed like I've never screamed before. It was as if the devil himself was raping me. "Scream bitch! I love it! Scream, cry, pray to be saved! There is no one to hear you! Not even your god!" With that he slid his dick all the way into me and I howled as I clutched my bible. "PLEASE GOD! HELP YOUR POOR SERVANT!" I cried as Mr.Jackson started to plow in and out of me. Tears flowed from my eyes onto my bible as I prayed and prayed to be delivered from Sarah Palin. Mr. Jackson just laughed while he continued his rape. Slowly the pain started to subside, and a new feeling replace it. A good feeling. "That's right boy," he said, noticing the change in me."you know what God made you for. To please men. Your my property now boy. That's your cunt I'm fucking. Its going to learn to take lots of Cocks in it! Your going to be my little chem whore!" I just moaned and buried my face into the couch, accepting my fate. Mr. Jackson continued to debase me before finally yelling, "oh yea! Take it boy! I'm breeding you bitch! Take my cum now!" I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me, and I knew at that moment I would never be the same. God, or the devil, it didn't matter. I would serve Mr. Jackson. He pulled out of my throbbing hole and grabbed my hair. I could see a messy mix of blood, cum, and shit covering his half hard cock. I didn't care. He shoved it in my mouth and like a demented whore I sucked everything off. When it was clean, he pushed me onto the floor and stood over me. "Jerk off whore!" He ordered me as he let loose with a load of piss. I grabbed my cock and furiously beat it, quickly shooting my sperm all over me while he showered me in piss. "I baptize you Jacob. I baptize you into your new life as a piggy chem whore." I just opened my mouth and accepted my new gods gift.
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  24. My first time writing a story. Chapter 1 serves as a prelude. Chemsex element will become more prominent starting in next chapter. Chapter I Finally I'm all done with my exams for my classes. My winter break has officially begun. I cannot wait to head home to see my best friend Keith. "come on. I miss blowing my cum in you and I know you do too. " was the last text I received from Keith a few days ago We've been best friends all our lives. The last weekend before we each off to college, we were in his parents basement playing call of duty. We both proclaimed that we were much better than the other person. To decided that we'd take turn playing 5 rounds. Whoever gets the most kills win. Even though we were the same age. I looked boyish still. I had peaked at 5'9. In shape. Keith and I both are stayed active and played sports all year round. I had define arms and abs but nothing like Keith. He straight up looked like a matured young man in his 20s already. His physique was great. Muscular, blonde, with a charming smile and outgoing personality. 6'3, green eyes and his huge bulge had always been hard to ignore. I've only saw the outline of his dick when we were changing in the locker room a few times. I've seen his mushroom head a few times when we were working out in the weight room. He occasionally didn't wear underwear so when he was spotting me and standing over me at the bench press, I looked up and there it was. His long dick hanging on one side of his shorts. From my angle, it almost seemed like it his shorts could barely consealed it. My dick started getting hard the first time when I focused on his dick too much. After I finished my reps, Keith flicked my boner hard and said "we're almost done handsome. One more set then you are free to take care of yourself so let's stay focus buddy." I didn't know if he knew what got me hard but ever since, I try not to look into his shorts too long bc I didn't think I'd be able to control my urge to wrap my mouth around his mushroom head if I looked at it for too long again. As our two-people video game tournament went on, whoever is off started messing with the other person. At first Keith stood next to the TV and started lifting his shirt up, licked his finger and circled around his perfect nipple a couple times attempted to distract me. When it was his turn, I did the same except I went a step further and pulled down my shorts to show him my butt, supported by a pair of black jockstrap. Each round, we tried to one up the other. He licked the back of my ear, I full on licked his ear inside and out, he even sat behind me and played with my nipples. I made sure I didn't accidentally let out any moaning. Everything was all in the name of distracting the other person of course but I was getting hard. I didn't want Keith to see my boner so my last couple rounds I laid on my stomach instead so Keith wouldn't see my rock hard dick. As soon as my last round started, he pulled down my shorts, exposing my whole butt. I said "I played the game naked at home so that ain't going to do anything to hurt my game. If anything, it puts me at ease to take the crown for sure". My attention is fully on the game but I heard Keith said "is that so?" and I heard him walking away, opened and closed his drawer, and I heard couple bottles opening and closing. I said "are you getting your beside lotion? If you are, that's perfect. I could use a nice shoulder rub. You can start calling me the king bc I'm on my way to break my personal best" then I heard Keith whisper right next to my ear softly "we'll see about that. Tell me. Do always play this game at home with a hard on? ". He then reach into the sofa and grab my hard dick and lean me on my side slightly and started stroking it. He caught me off guard but I thought we were still trying to one up the other person so I said "keep stroking that. My dick is hard only bc the first thing you gonna have to do after I win is to put that down your throat". His arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer to him and said "you haven't won yet mister. You still need 10 kills and only 60 seconds to go". When he did that, he shotgun me a mouth full of smoke that he got off his vape and gave me a good head buzz. Meanwhile, He stopped stroking me and rest his hands on my hip. I didn't noticed that he had lube up his dick and was sliding up and down my butt crack. By the time I realized what he was doing, I felt a little warming sensation and heard a wet pop, his whole head slid into my ass before I could make a sound. By the time I did make a sound, his had his hand and a wet rag over my mouth. The rag smelled like some sort of chemical so my vision started to blurred and my body went soft. Mean while, he felt my muscle relaxed so his dick made its way deeper. I wanted to moan but I did everything I could to hold back bc the basement door suddenly opened. Keith's mom brought us a plate of fruit. She noticed that we were cuddling, which was something we had casually done before. We both still had our shirts on so nothing appear out of ordinary to her. She was completely unaware that we had no nothing on under the blanket that Keith throw on us last minute and her son's dick was making his way up my virgin asshole. It was so big and made me feel so full. I didn't even know how much I had taken bc it took everything out of me to aoo normal. When Keith's mom looked away for a few to turn up the basement theremostat for us, Keith placed the rag over my nose and mouth once again and whispered to me "take a deep breath then hold it in". As I followed Keith's instructions, I could feel his dick going deeper and deeper slowly as I inhaled. His mom turned up the thermostat the started making her way back up stairs. "you boys behave down here" she said as she made her way up. I let out the deep breath of poppers i inhaled and grab a big pillow and put my head into it and let out the moan I've been holding back for what felt like eternity. As soon as I lifted my head up, Keith put the rag in front of my nose and mouth once more and said "couple more deep breath. You're so tight but you're almost there. Baby Come on. You can do it. Take it all the way in". I could feel Keith pulling his dick 2/3 of the way out to reapply the warming lube on the shaft of his dick. His hands are covering my nose and mouth with such force that I was inhaling poppers whether I liked it or not. I feel my vision closing in, my ass warming up, and his balls now touching my butt. When his hard throbbing dick was all the way in he whispered "good job, Ben. That was all 10 inches of me. Relax and just feel it in you. Inhale more poppers on the rag and just focus on the feeling. I bet you can feel my blood pumping through my dick, can't you? It is hard as a rock bc damn you have a nice hole. Tight like mine just a year ago. I saw you made a tent earlier when I pinched your nipples so I decided to go for it. You're the first person to take in all of my dick. I'm impressed. Here take two more deep breath, one on each side." Keith put the popper bottle right under my nose this time. Left then right. "good now hold it" he straddle on top of me, grabbed the remote and turned on some music on TV and shoved my head deep into the pillow and held on hands together behind my back with one hand and started moving his pelvis back and forth. My head was buzzing and I was moaning without holding back now but with my head shoved in the pillow and music playing, my moaning was barely audible. Keith's head was massaging my prostate in a steady rhythm. I could hear him trying to keep his own moaning down. "oh ben.. I'm gonna cum soon. Are you ready for it?" I knodded. Then I felt Keith pressing his body hard against my back and his body tensed up, 4-5 warm waves of his warm cum hitting my inner rectum wall. When he rolled down on my side and turned me side way, his mushroom head touched my prostate and the pressure of it and his warm cum made me shot my cum hard hands free. I let out the first groan without anything over my mouth. He panicked and covered my mouth with his big hand through the rest of my orgasm. My cum got on his hair, my hair, our faces. After 30 seconds or so.... He finally started letting go of me. We both covered in sweat and cum and was still recovering from the intense pleasure that we just had. I said "why did we wait until now to do this?" he said "I don't know but I promise you this won't be the last. I have so much more to show you". We parted way a few hours later on our way to our college. We wanted to fuck once more but his parents interrupted us every few minutes we honestly couldn't. Keith slapped my butt as I walked upstairs and said, I guess I will see you during winter break. I'll have a good Christmas present for you. He giggled. I had no idea what was on his mind but all I know was no cock had felt nearly as good as his since I got to college. However, I did learn a few new tricks that I plan on showing him when I see him. 😏
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  25. Met a young 22 yr military soldier from the military base near my town. Picked him up from his barracks and drove to Toronto to a sex party. A joint and poppers with weed laced lube and I was ready to rock. Got to the corner of a semi darkroom and bent over to suck him. Felt a finger probing my ass, first one then second. Satisfied that I was sufficiently relaxed and lubed a hard cock 8in got up my ass. Got my first load within minutes. Got another one before taking a break. Round 2 I was bent on a soft bench and I got 3 more loads. Round 3 my buddy exclusively used me and gave me his load. I was delirious ad flying high due to weed and poppers and all those internal orgasms that I got. Lost count of how many anal orgasms I had last night. I still haven't orgasmsed with cum since last night but feel like my ass is gaping for more cocks tonight.
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  26. I just wonder how some of these people who are SO against funding HIV and other STD medications would feel if the "shoe was on the other foot" and they were the ones infected? Talk about hypocrites. They should be ashamed of themselves..........I won't call them out by screen name because I value my time here, but you can't show any compassion for fellow BZ members? Idiots.....
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  27. I could definitely help you during that week. There are some naked parties if you are interested in it.
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  28. Agreed. That issue however, applies to many illnesses. We all know that excess drinking, unhealthy eating habits, smoking, etc will impact our health, yet many just do it anyway, for whatever reason (or lack thereof). As I see it, caring for our health, with public school classes required in how to accomplish that, should be a requirement in all public schools, with materials in further depth included the older the kids get. Private schools that accept public funding should also be held to the same standard, or lose the dough. "Private" schooling financial grants from the Government ( i.e. taxpayers), and when religious/cultural taboos are peddled right along with arithmetic, reading, writing, those private institutions can either accept the money and the requirements to get it, or bleed they're supporters for the money. It's a cast-in-concrete "either-or" situation.
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  29. In high school, I was a less popular jock. I played baseball and soccer so I was pretty involved in sports year around. By the time I graduated and was 18, I still hadn’t grown out of my slight chubbiness but all my friends would comment on how fat my ass was. I’ve known I was gay for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t until my freshman year that I caught the attention of one of the varsity football players. I had gone to a party and had few drinks. I somehow ended up outside when there was a group of football guys smoking some pot. My friend being much more bold than me, she asked if we could join. We ended up fitting right in the group and spent quite a bit of time with them that night. I could not keep my eyes off one of them. I had seen porn where black guys dominate white guys and although the thought was intimidating and scared me - it also drew my attention and turned me on soo much. I was 5’9” and this man was at least 6’3” with very muscular arms and just enough extra weight to still be fit but big. As the party ended, my friend and I went home without much more to the story… The following week I was walking home from soccer practice when a car pulled up next to me. The driver rolled down the window and shouted asking if I wanted a ride home. When I turned to see the person, it was him - the guy from the party. I was tired exhausted from conditioning and even though I lived close to campus, I was mesmerized and definitely tempted. When I got in, we introduced ourselves and he told me his name was Mikel. He was sitting with his legs so spread and his shorts were slide really high up on his slim muscular legs. He definitely caught my eyes when I noticed his legs and he smiled. We made small talk to my house and he asked if I had plans for the evening. I explained my parents were out of town and since my older sister was in out of state, I was alone tonight. He brought out this electric cigarette thing asked if I wanted a hit. I wasn’t sure what it was so I asked, he told me it was his weed vape pen. We smoked a lot on the way to my house. He kept saying he was good but wanted me to take another hit and I just accepted it. He said he had some flower too and said he just didn’t have somewhere to smoke it since the smell lingered longer and his family wasn’t okay with it at home. In my stoned state I invited him into my house and offered to him to smoke in the backyard. We finally arrived and he opened his glove box and grabbed small box and under the box there was a sandwich bag with a few pills in it. I asked what the were and he explained it just molly, he shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the pills and we jumped out to go inside my house. We went to the back yard and as he rolled us a blunt he talked about how his dad is always home so he can never really hang out there not being able to smoke. Before I knew it, he tapped both hands on the table motioning he had finished rolling. There was smaller joint and blunt. He told me he used some of his really high quality weed to roll me a joint. He took off his shirt and leaned back revealing his muscular chest, his slightly chubby belly, and his muscular legs caught my attention with his shorts slide up revealing the border of his underwear. He smiled and explains how his girlfriend was out of town and he couldn’t even go to her house to get away from home. He joked laughing saying how he was soo horny and his girl has been gone for over a week and won’t be back until the following weekend. He smiled at me which made me blush. He looked proud and like he could rule the world. I had to adjust in my seat and flush my shirt to hide my growing boner. You see, I consider myself pretty small. It’s easy to conceal awkward boners because even erect I’m only about 3 inches. When I was soft, you could barely tell if I even had a penis. There was a moment of silence between us and he said we should smoke. We did smoke and I could barely finish the whole joint he gave me. With his encouragement and telling me he didn’t want it wasted - I finished the whole thing. As we both had finished our rolls and dropped them into the ashtray - he said “damn, I’m so horny. You know, there used to be faggot who would blow me and my friends? He always gave the best blowjobs.” I was in shock and when I looked up, he was staring into my eyes. I’ve smoked pot since high school and I had never felt so stoned before. I was warm, my body was tingling, and I felt this hot desire within myself that was more prominent than ever before. His stare stopped me in my tracks and I couldn’t help but just slightly and awkwardly smiled at him. He smiled back and stood up leaning over me and close to my ear. He sternly and quietly asked, “you wanna be my faggot while my girls gone, don’t you white boy?” I just looked up and smiled, I was speechless but visibly happy. I suddenly noticed his musky masculine scent and my smile grew bigger. He grabbed his crotch as he stood up tall and announce he wanted to take a shower. I stood up and we walked into my house and I showed him the bathroom. I brought him to my parents room since the shower was nicer. I showed him the shower and walked out to get him a towel. I just opened the door there he stood getting into the shower already nude. He looked over and smiled at me, “you’ll love what you see - get in with me faggot.” I blushed and shut the bathroom door accepting his invite. He watched me closely as I got nude and when I stepped in that’s when he noticed my hard boner. He was already soaping his body so when he reached and stroked my penis, it felt soft and lubed. He laughed and pulled me closer, “Man, you’re so small - you’ll be a sissy before you know it faggot. I already knew you’d be a faggot but with a dick this small, you’ll be something more and in my opinion better. Not to mention, it looks like you’re gonna be naturally hairless.” He let go my penis and pulled me close to his body and he began to kiss me deeply, i gave in right there. He reached around and I felt his hands slide down my body to my ass. He told me he loved my ass and admitted to checking it out often. I rapidly began to feel his growing cock. He was at least 9 inches and thick full mast, when I reached down and grabbed him - I couldn’t get my hand even to fit around it. He began to play with my ass more forcefully, really gripping hard and was pulling my cheeks apart. In doing so, I felt my hole even stretch and I was getting so horny. He grabbed me in the shoulder suddenly and pushed me to the wall. I was leaning into the wall and he kicked my feet apart wider and dropped to his knees. I was so surprised when I felt him start rimming me. He wasn’t just rimming, he was really eating me out and pushing his tongue as far in as he could. I was so horny and in my unusually high state and excitement, I felt my hole relax and his tongue pushed into me. I reached down and towards my cock and he stopped and said, “nah faggot. Imma have to take care of that.” He opened the shower door and after a few seconds of shuffling in his clothing, he suddenly closed the door and pushed me back against the wall. I felt him again at my hole but just for a moment. “Listen faggot,” he said. “I wanted you to realize something. You’re not a man, you’re not even a boy. You were a faggot but tonight, I want you to be my sissy. You’re gonna worship me, you’re gonna put your sisters clothes on - you’ll want it trust me.” I moaned in response as I felt him slide a finger inside me. He was prompt in finding my prostate and I couldn’t help but just to bend over more and relax my hole. I couldn’t help it, I was higher than I had ever been and could barely concentrate. I’ve watched bbc porn and even love to watch blacked straight born. I relaxed further as I felt another finger slide into my bow, “that’s right sissy, just relax and give me your pussy. I know all about the type of porn you whites watch, I know what you need. But remember, tonight no touching yourself - you don’t have a dick, okay?” I just moaned and brought my hands behind my back. “Hmmm that’s right sissy? You wanna be blacked? You’ll never be the same. You’ll never be satisfied again bottoming. You’ll always crave something deeper, something bigger. Tell me you want it.” “I want it Sir,” I groaned. At that, I felt his fingers pull out and back in a moment later. I could have swore I felt something else, but I quickly noticed this burning sensation at my hole. It hurt and I jumped up. He quickly stood towering me as I reached back to touch my still burning hole. He sternly pushed me again the wall and said just wait for it baby. He grabbed my arms and pulled the around me and reached both his hands down to my ass. The burning was fading it but I still very warm as I began to feel increasingly horny but hornydeeper within myself in an entirely new way. I looked up into his eyes and deeply kissed him. He pulled away, “now sissy, I’m going back in that pussy, but I’ll just play and start gentle.” He began to probe me and I’ve never felt better. He was stretching my hole wider and wide when suddenly I felt him stop and our kiss ended. “Who is my good girl now, sissy?” I moaned and proclaimed, “I am Sir, I wanna be your girl.” We finished the shower and dried off. I was beyond horny at this point and I as I dried off, I noticed I wasn’t hard. He saw my lacking of my soft penis. “Yo man, that’s the smallest I’ve ever seen, you can’t even tell you have a dick!” I felt embarrassed and flustered, “I’m just soft dude.” He stopped and made eye contact, “you’re soft because you’re a sissy. You’ve got a pussy, can’t you feel it sissy?” I blushed even more and knowing my pale skin, he could obviously tell. I suddenly became hyper aware of two things. The first was, this horniness within my hole that I had never felt before. I couldn’t help but reach back to my hole and finger myself as I became aware of his huge, rock hard member. His body was so muscular, he stood so tall, he had such a way of carrying himself just standing there - towering over me. “That’s right sissy, you’ve got such a nice muscular ass and you’re even sexier now that I know you don’t even have enough pubic hair or body hair to proclaim any sort of masculinity,” Mikel said stepping closer. Embracing me, he said softly in my ear, “now I’ve got something else I wanna give you. When I’ve given to white boys like you, they always find themselves with me. You’re gonna love the feelings you have and as I penetrate you deep enough to play in your special sissy spot. I want you shaking tonight and I have plans for you this weekend.” He reached down and promptly fingered me with his much larger than mine. I turned and moaned “please” as we kissed deep and felt his tongue push deep in my throat. He was aggressively kissing and fingering me, I felt his other hand against my hole now too. I felt another burn, but it didn’t hurt - it felt very very good. He told me to squeeze my hole as tight as possible and I could only moan as he pulled out of me. He spanked my ass and said, “hears what’s gonna happen, I want you to go into your sisters room and find something sexy to wear. I’ll be here in your parents bed waiting for you, there’s punishment if you wait too long.” I rushed to my sisters room and because I’ve dressed in her clothing before, I was so excited that I dressed in an hypnotic like state. I didn’t even hesitate as I pushed open the door to my parents room, and saw him there with his big erect cock towering high with his hand slowly moving up and down jacking ever so slowly. I smiled and stepped in and revealed myself were my sisters thigh high socks, her pink thong which completely covered my balls and my soft penis shriveled inside of me. He want me turn around and show his ass as I bent slightly forward to show my ass I felt the thong at my hole and yet a new sensation laid into me bringing forth further horniness. “What are you tonight?” “You’re sissy Sir.” “That’s right, and what do you want to do tonight sissy?” “I wanna be your good girl Sir, I wanna be a girl,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what I had just announced. “Now stay leaning again the wall there sissy,” he ordered me. He shuffled and I felt him stand behind me rubbing my ass. He had lUbe now and I felt his fingers quickly find their way into me starting with two. I arched my back and whispered in my ear, “I wanna see you sissygasm, then you’ll always bd a girl. Now imma take you a step further, I wanna see you turn. You’ll never even wanna masturbate the same faggot. Now don’t move this time and I promise you’ll feel better.” His other hand came to my hole and the burn became nearly unbearable as the fingers entered. He held me tight and close and pushed his fingers deeper and the burning only continued worsen. He pulled his fingers out and stood tall and I felt something large being at my hole. The pressure worsened and the burning returned, he moaned into my ear “you can give it to me, or I can take it girl. Trust me, you’ll like it more if you give it. Just breathe deep and kiss me sissy.” I’d never felt so horny and I could only attempt to loosen my ass wide enough to let him in. “Please,” I moaned slowly and loudly. The pressure stopped and there was coolness at my hole. he told me, “you’re gonna open for me sissy, aren’t you? You’re something special - you’ve got the nicest ass I’ve laid and you don’t even have something that you grab if you wanted to jerk off right now. I feel how much you want it, you must have some toys you’ve been practicing with. Why don’t you get them for me?” He spanked me once more. I look at him embarrassed and walked towards my moms closet. My mom must have liked huge cocks too, she had a big dildo - not as thick as Mikel’s cock but much bigger than average. As I walked back towards Mikel just feeling so happy - he pointed out the size and color of the large toy. It was black. As I laid on my stomach he ordered me to arch my back and show off my pussy. As he fingered me, he made a confession “I love gettin you newbie white fags fucked up and showin you the power of your pussy. After today only bbc will scratch that itch. I only buy these drugs for moments like tonight - showing small dick fags they want to be a sissy.” He started to finger me again and I did my best to relax my hole. He commented how loose I’ve become and how good my pussy is gonna feel stretched on his cock. He announced, “I think you’re gonna be a total bottom, a total size queen, and you’re gonna guys fist you huh?” With that he pulled out and I felt more coolness around my hole. I felt something sharp and that strong painful burn again. I was so lost in his degradation and his touch I simply moaned and arched my ass up more. I felt the familiar pressure from the toy now and as it pushed inside me, I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The burning quickly turned into an intense desire to be fucked. “Loosen that pussy and I’ll fuck you. And you know what, I know someone would LOVE to meet you. He loves turning white boys into snow bunnies - you’ll love him.” The dildo went deep and he speed fucked me hard causing my legs to start uncontrollably shaking. “Yeah sissy, wait till that molly kicks in as it’s cock making you sissygasm.” I could only moan already in ecstasy. “Now girl, I want you to take over. I’ve gotta meet my friend but I’ll be back with a surprise in less than 20 minutes. While I’m gone, I want you watch this video - really watch it and learn.” The video began, it was hypnotic beat with lots of white guys bottoming to bbc. It was really hot. There was a soothing, masculine voice talking about how small dicks need to be caged and boys pussies need to be toyed. It brushed over all my deepest fantasies before I knew it, I felt a hand on my ass and a deep voice “you must be the sissy Mikel talked about huh faggot?” “Mikel told me I would like you but I never imagined this. You must’ve just turned 18, and it looks like you played sports all through high school, huh?” “Yes I did…” I moaned as he grabbed the toy I had been fucking myself with and took over the rhythm. “And you probably never felt like you fit in, Mikel says you even have the smallest cock he has ever seen on a sissy. I wanna see, turn around and take these panties off.” I did as I was told and revealed that my ball sac had shrivel up so close to my body, you hardly tell slight bump was testicles. My penis had become an inward divet and when he pushed his fingers to my penis, he literally could finger me. I couldn’t help but moan at this. “Ohhh we are gonna have fun faggot. You snow bunnies are always the same and I love showing you the path.” He rolled me back onto my stomach and got on the bed behind me. After some shuffling I could feel his warmth close to my back and he said, “now this is gonna burn, maybe a lot - but I promise you’re going to love this baby girl.” Before I could respond, I felt something pushing into me and the burning pain returned to its full severe force. I lost my breath when I felt what I assumed was his cock pushing into me - it was wider than the dildo for sure and it never stopped pushing. I felt some resistance finally but he quickly slid deeper, “that’s right sissy, you’re doing great.” He started kissing my neck as I felt his pelvis push again my ass going all the way. I felt my leg start to shake and I lost control just moaned and he said, “that’s an orgasm sissy, the only way you’ll ever be able to cum once we lock your pathetic dick away. You’ll never Jack off again, you’ll never want to.” I had flashes of the video I had just watched and gave into him. He felt me relax more and he began to pull out of me, when he popped out - he returned full force all the way. He slowly fucked me this way for what seemed forever - I had never stopped shaking I think. “Hey faggot, umm nut in you and I want to see your face as I do. We moved around and I was now in missionary looking straight at this man. He was much older than Mikel, he could have been my fathers age. He wasn’t fit muscular, he was rather large - his cock was massive. It wasn’t the thickness of Mikels but it was obviously much longer. As I stared at it, he said “yup sissy, that’s what you were able to take and right now you’re gonna take it again.” He lifted my legs and my legs were over his shoulders as he folded me in half. “This is always my favorite part sissy.” He entered me and began his advance inside. He paused briefly at what seemed the deepest he could go and he leaned into my ear, “this is what makes the difference between a faggot and a sissy.” I could only embrace him as he began to kiss me forcefully and pushed past that deeper, internal barrier causing my legs to start shaking again. He pound that barrier until he nut past it. Upon completion he began to finger the hole my penis retreated into and quickly found that I had actually cum from the rough fuck. We heard a knock and on walked Mikel as the older man got off the bed. “Damn Mikel, did you find the cage?” “Yes I did, and it’s even smaller than I imagined - it’ll fit him perfect don’t you think?” Mikel approached and I felt him grab my package, it felt as though he was putting a cock ring on me but then I felt pressure over my inward penis. When I looked down, I smiled and Mikel announced, “sissy boys always decide they like this.” Now caged and locked, Mikel stood next to his friend. “This is how this works faggot, we want you as our sissy. You’ll keep up the sexual favors, deepen our fantasy and stretch your hole. We wanna see you become a girl, we’ve done this before but not with someone so young and nearly as sexy you are. We are going to help you. This cage here, never comes off. You’ll never use it again for pleasure and you’re going to find different ways to masturbaye. Now go into your sisters room, find a crop top, a skimpy skirt, some cute shoes and a wig. I have another friend that wants to meet you.” As I went back into my parents room, now completely feminine I just stood as Mikel and the old man just smiled at me. I took that as approval and stepped towards them, Mikel reached out and embraced me pulled my ass towards him. I felt the skirt lift and he said, “you look perfect girl.” The older man reached down to my ass too and felt his fingers slide in - “you actually could pass as a bitch. Now let’s go pay him a visit.” It wasn’t until I was in the old man’s car for 20 minutes that I realized what had happen. I let this jock just completely shatter my masculinity and this older man, although sexy as fuck, fuck my ass like I was his girlfriend. We came to a stop on a dark city block and both Mikel and Jordan (the old black bear hunk) turned back towards me. “How’s that chastity cage feeling around that lacking penis feel faggot?” Jordan asked. “It feels… comfortable? It feels right, Sir.” “That’s a good girl faggot. Here’s what’s up, this is our drug dealers house - we pay him in sissies and he gives us not only drugs for us but to find more sissies. You wanna help us right? Black New World Order right snowbunny?” I couldn’t immediately respond, he was right - I wanted more white guys to experience this. I’ve dreamed of this since I saw my first porno with a white guy getting fucked by big black men. “I do want to help turn more white sissies. I’ll do what I need to help you guys do that.” “Good then,” Jordan responded “get out the car I’ve got something for you. As we got out I noticed a needless syringe in Jordan hand. He asked me bend over the car and as I did I felt his fingers enter me for a brief moment, then I felt the hard plastic of the syringe. From across the car Mikel looked at me sternly and said, “you’re so broken sissy, that’s a mixture of a double dose or molly and wayyy more meth than I’ve given you all night. Jamal is gonna make you love him and we are gonna love having you in the future as our escape from the girlfriends. I moaned in overwhelming pleasure as I felt the warm contents push inside me. As Jordan pulled out, I squeezed as to loose and fluid and he promptly had a cool hard and wide object against my hole. “This plug will keep everything in and help you adjust to Jamal’s size - he’s gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll feel it in your weak white sissy brain.” The plug was big, probably as wide as I remember Mikel being. As it settled in, I turned and kissed Jordan. “Thank you guys, I’ve been dreaming of being a girl and I’ve never been happier - I get to he two big black guys girl? Now they’re introducing me to their friend and I’m dressed like this - you guys really make me comfortable.” They both laughed and began walking towards the entrance of the building. Jamal was average height, just a few inches taller than me. He smiled and said to his 2 friends, “oh she’s beautiful, I’m in love already.” I simply blushed as Jamal took me by the arm and lead me into a bedroom. That night, he took me beyond any pleasure I could have imagined. I don’t remember much but what I do remember, is the sure ecstasy I felt being his girlfriend for the night. When we were done, he told me to leave and to find Mikel and Jordan. I remember them bringing me home that morning, it was already really sunny out and I noticed it was already 11 am. When we arrived at my house, my freakishly big neighbor - who went to college with my dad and hung out with us often was outside. I didn’t even think about the fact that I was still in a wig and my sisters clothing. We got inside and Jordan told me to swallow a pill to help me sleep. Mikel took my phone and a hypnotic voice started to play. “This hypno will help you process last night and make you very happy and to desire to be a girl for more men,” Mikel said. “Don’t sleep until it’s over.” I remember falling asleep with the buttplug still inside me and the hypnotic voice still playing. I slept in the family room couch still in my wig, skirt and skimpy crop top. My long thigh high socks were still all the way up, I’m sure from behind I would never passed as a man. As I become more awake I felt pressure at my pussy. I moaned and adjusted and the pressure lessened then after a moment started again. My plug was fucking me? I heard a voice, “only cum from anal, stay caged - be a good faggot for alpha men.” The hypno was still playing but was no longer the sissy and transformational hypno as Mikel started. The pressure continued until a deep moan from me broke me from my trance and I woke up. As I opened my eyes and turned my head, I felt sure horro as my dads college buddy, my neighbor - who was a giant not just in height but large bodied as well. Was on his knees looking right at me right next me. I scrambled and bright my knees to my chest pulling away and cowering into the corner of the couch. “Hey Josh, I never would have guessed you to be a faggot let alone a cross dresser.” I blushed and I said, “please Mr Tre, im not sure what’s going on…” Mr Tre just smiled and very calmly said, “I think I know, you’re confused boy. I saw the friends you were dropped off with - they practically carried you inside. I thought it was your sister they were dropping off but when I went to water your plants for your father, I saw you through the window.” I felt embarrassed and just wanted to cry. “It’s okay Joshy, you’re young and want to experiment - I’ve fucked a few faggot even in my time in college. It’s not cheating on my wife I always said, especially since I don’t sleep with other women,” he said with a big smile. I felt better him saying that until he looked down and noticed my skimpy skirt had slid up revealing my caged penis. His smile grew and he continued, “now that makes me happy to see Joshy, who has your fuckin keys?” I froze and stared into his eyes. He got closer and sternly said to me, “I bet those black guys put you up to this - they got you to try it and left you locked. You’ll soon love it.” I could only say back, “yes they took the keys..” Mr Tre stood and I could obviously see he was very big under his belt, “I don’t fuck other women, but I could use a fag boy. My wife leaves in a few hours to see her friends. Why don’t I come back later and pay you a visit Joshy? I’ll show you something new you’ll love.” “Okay Mr Tre, I’ll be ready.” After Mr Tre left, I walked up stairs. I passed my parents room and figured since this all started there - I should make sure it’s cleaned up. I was adjusting the blankets when I notice a baggie, it was full of this white powder and rocks - it was whatever I had seen them fingering me with at Jamal’s. My heart raced and seeing the room put back together I rushed to my room. I undressed and showered, I even tried douching like Mikel showed me the day before. I was horny again and I noticed my cage, my penis was trying to grow outwards but it was confined inside me, under my cage which pushed my not existent penis inside of me. I began to feel around my hole, reminiscing on last night feeling a desire to be a girl again. I out my headphones on began to look for porn, I immediately opened ky safari to see the hypno Mikel played for me - “become a good girl for the BNWO.” I hit play and became lost in the video. It told me find my lUbe and toys and to follow along. I got my moms large black dildo and thought about the powdery dry lUbe they used on me last night. I poured lUbe on my toy and then the dry lUbe on the top remembering the burn it gave me and regretting that I had spilt more than I wanted onto the toy. I followed the videos instructions and got to my knees straddling the big toy. As I went down on it, I felt scratching and the burning begin. I pulled out and the video almost immediately said, “now go back in, this time deeper.” As I reentered I slide as far as I could only to feel more burning but this time deeper. I continued to ride the toy getting lost into trance when I heard my bedroom door open - standing there was my neighbor in a tank top and shorts. He had to duck his head to enter my room - with a huge smile. “Maybe you are meant to be a little sissy slut but right now, you’re gonna be my boy. Okay, boy?” “Yes Sir” I moaned still riding the dildo slowly. “Listen fag boy, you’re gonna call me daddy from now on and I’m gonna show you how to open up to a real man.” “Yes daddy” “Keep riding that toy while you get me hard.” On my knees I had to stand tall and off the toy just to reach his crotch. I moaned as the toy slipped out and he looked down next to me, “is that meth faggot in that bag? Is that what you’ve been doing!?” I looked him and told him it was dry warming lUbe that my friends left here. “You’re one stupid faggot boy. They caged you, made you crossdress, and got you spun? Looks like you’re gonna spinning tonight too.” He reached down and lifted me to toss me on the bed. He grabbed the bag and sat at the head of my bed. He brought his legs up now sitting up against the headboard with his shorts and underwear off. His member was growing now and he smiled that I noticed. “Come give daddy head and give me that ass, I wanna make you feel good.” I went to his side and bent down to swallow his meet. I heard him shuffle in the small baggie and then felt his hands on my freshly toyed hole. I moaned as I felt pressure and the familiar burn - “this drug I’ve seen turn masculine jocks into cockworshipping brainless faggots - I guess if you wanna embrace the bnwo too that works but wait until I show you something that’ll changed your world.” He pushed more i fingers inside me and I could only moan as he grabbed my head forcing his cock into my throat. He wasn’t nearly as big as Jamal but would definitely fit in with the groups sizes. I felt more and intense burning from his fingers when told me to get up and flat. He stood and got on to of me, straddling me with me on my stomach. He started fingering me again and the intensity of burning picked up again, “damn I’m not sure how much I should be fingering into you, guess we will see if I put too much. Let’s get some hypno going in you ears again boy.” “Yes daddy” I replied as I reached for my phone and headphones. He instructed me which to play and I started it. He continued to finger me with his two fingers as the video started. Following the instructions I moaned, relaxed, arched my back and said “please take my hole Daddy.” Mr Tre feeling the boys relaxation began to push deeper adding a third and forth finger. He grabbed the baggie and took out the largest rock he had been saving for this, “this fag is gonna break tonight, damn my buddy’s son is gonna ride my fist tonight” he thought to himself. He lubed the boys toy and put the rock at his entrance, slowing pushing deep with the toy. The boy wiggled under his weight only to arch more and allow passage into his second hole - his fag hole Mr Tre thought. As the video slowed down, flashing words displayed on the screen. Give it up. Be a good fag. Let him in. Let him change you. Let him fist you. I moaned and felt increasing pressure from Mr Tre, he was gonna fist me. I did my best to arch more and I felt him stretch me - I felt like I was going to tear open when he stopped, the video ended, and pulled out. “So boy, what you think?” I was flushed, I wanted more - I wanted him inside me. “You gonna be a faggot for me or do you still wanna be a girl?” “Daddy… I really enjoyed being those guys girl…” “that’s okay Joshy, I know. I’ve seen it in you since I met, you were born a girl. You wanna keep playing with daddy tho? I don’t fuck girls but I know a thing or two.” “I want to keep playing but daddy… will you fist me?” “Boy, you’ll never be satisfied and with that cage on - you’ll forever be craving more now. You sure iou want daddy to ruin your pussy girl?” I could help but gasp and just look at daddy. He was huge, a true alpha man. My pussy throbbed for something more and my instincts took over as I rolled back over presenting my pussu to daddy. “That’s what i thought girl, nothing is going to stretch you again like this - your pussy is ruined.” I heard the baggie and he announced, “hey is this molly?” I only moaned because I promptly felt him pushing into me. 2 fingers quickly became 4 and he started using both hands. Soon he was pulling my ass apart and pushing deep. I was lost in the feelings as I felt one hand leave and a wider hand return. “Alright girl, ready to give daddy that pussy?” “Yes daddy,” I moaned. When his whole hand slipped in I couldn’t help but nearly scream. He held me down and with his hand still inside, he laid on top of me. “That’s such a good faggot, you really are meant to be someone’s girlfriend. Imma help you, next week from my clinic I’ll start bringing you some hormones, soon you’ll grow some nice little titties and give you that sexy girl shape to your hips.” I could only moan as he moved around his hand inside me. I was in a trance now, feeling the overwhelming pleasure and increasing pressure within myself. “Yes daddy, please make me more girly” I screamed and he began to push deeper. “Fuck yeah Joshy, you’re so sexy.” Mr Tre moaned in my ear. “Athletic jock boy turned into fisted girly sissy - who knew. You’re gonna make your black friends very happy huh girl? You don’t even want you keys back, you wanna be locked forever??” “Yes daddyyyy…” “I’ll tell you what, I can castrate you, my clinic will do it and I’ll pay for it. But you have to promise to me you’ll let me in this ass and often.” “Please daddy, make your girl.” At that moment I felt a deep horniness and Mr Tre’s hand slipped deeper inside me. “See baby girl, my hand just entered your inner hole - I knew you’d give it up. You’re meant to be a sissy girl, imma dress you up and buy you toys. You wanna be my girlfriend? You’re way sexier now that I own your pussy. I might just leave my wife for your sexy ass…”
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  30. Super hot story and best of luck on your future endeavors 🐖
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  31. That first time past the elbow just blew my mind…. It was like taking a fist for the first time and similarly like taking double fist for the first time…… all cases are individually mind blowing 🐷😈😜
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  32. You're not there to make a fashion statement. A well worn, stained jock indicates you mean business.
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  33. Fuck yeah, a sweat and cum stained jock looks and smells amazing. If I'm with a man with a sweated/stained jock I love to bury my face in his crotch and take a deep breath.I like wearing well used jocks too.
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  34. For me it is just regular simple American food. Stuff like spaghetti, pizza, tacos, burritos, chow mein, pad thai, goulash, kimche. You know, just typical American food, nothing fancy.
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  35. I've just started going to an adult theatre and look for the least attractive older men to have sex with. I'm 47, cute, in pretty good shape. All my life I pretty much stuck with guys around the age I was , at the time. And looked for the cute ones with good bodies and nice cocks. Lately I want ugly men, fat guys, rail thin bony guys, small cocks, ugly cocks, hairy backs, acne scars on their faces, etc. I want to used by men who don't get many offers. I want to give myself to them. I want to swallow their loads. And get barebacked and bred by them. At first they are surprised I want them. They seem grateful that somebody desires them. And i really get turned on and desire them.But what makes me feel like a real whore is when they start to use me like a slut and take advantage of me as they wish. They treat me like any random hole.Then all the trolls come over to use me. When one is having his way with me, it's like a green light to any other troll to use me. I love it .
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  36. I know anniversaries like that are painful. Try to take comfort it the memories of the good and even bad times you shared.
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  37. Yeah, anonymous sex is so dehumanizing (not in a bad way imo) It's just bodys coming together in lust. My favorite kind of sex is unprotected anonymous fucking with total strangers. So fucking hot and it feels so right 😉
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  38. 36 male here been bi probably most of my life.. me and my best friend at the time.. we was hanging out in his bedroom he pulled out his cock and started jacking it he saw me looking at it he said come take a taste. I did and started sucking on it and sucking on his balls after he shot deep down my throat he pulled out his started slapping me with it giving me some cum on my face I went to go back and lay down he pulled down my shorts and underwear and just straight up slide his dick in my ass almost like rape kept telling him no but that angered him and he shoved my boxers in my mouth and said just relax your gonna love this he started fucking me eventually it felt great and I loved it and begged him to fuck me we switched positions a few times rode him doggy he was telling me how much of a nasty pos I am. He finally shot his load deep in my ass.. after that we fucked almost daily for two years till I moved away - he’d come over fuck me on the sofa the floor my bed my mothers bed was super hot he shot his load so deep in me made us lay there with my ass on her pillow while it was leaking out made me jack off on her pillow and panties.. that was his favorite place to fuck was her bed said a mother of a slut boy deserves to sleep on a man’s cum made wear her panties a few times to while he was fucking me
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  39. Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 720 550 0376 - Please keep it to texts for ultimate discretion. Maybe if you become a regular then we can talk on the phone. But this is for the purposes of scheduling hookups. A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Colorado, Parker - 80134 Times you're generally not available: Thursday, Friday - But even that is flexable Age: 21 Height: 5'9ish" Weight: Ethnicity: Caucasian
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  40. I’m generally in agreement with what you all are saying but I want to make a further point that this iteration of San Francisco will not last. I won’t deny that the “scene” is on life support, in need of serious care to be sustained at a level we expect, and enjoy - especially in the fetishes we enjoy. San Francisco was able to be sustained miraculously before and during the pandemic, until yes - Mpx struck. But it wasn’t just that, it also was a large number of minor things that f’ed up everything: 1. Opportunities. Since the cost of living in the Bay Area remained high throughout the pandemic compared with other North American cities - many people, especially queer people working in Hospitality, Retail, Tourism, and Travel had hours cut or made substantially less money; ultimately choosing to move away. 2. Events…. And places to have them. It got boring. Many LGBT+ venues closed down permanently, from Watergarden to The Stud, and the rest remained shut down for a lot longer than anywhere else in the Western world. 3. Retirement. Quite a few longtime promoters and venue operators threw in the towel. Time to retire. All who is left need to step up to put in the work, or if time is not a possibility- provide oversight, and financial assistance to make it happen. If anyone has any good ideas, I am happy to help do some of the work on this. It takes a village quite a long time before results happen; and San Franciscans generally accept nothing but the best from the get-go. This is a town where first impressions make or break you. 4. Tourism to events we have doesn’t happen when we have few events. We have Folsom / Dore, we’d be anemic without it. Did anyone go tho the Castro Street Fair? Did Frameline happen this year? How was this past weekend with Halloween events? I honestly don’t know. What’s the draw for tourism when it is impossible to get here and then have little to do once here? Gay Tourism is a huge part of our hedonistic lifestyle and culture. San Francisco was the best sex tourism pilgrimage this side of the Mississippi, now maybe more like this side of the Sacramento River Delta. What is unfortunate is that our Queer nonprofits and City tourism agencies are not doing enough to stop the decline of Queer tourism, or marketing our assets like before. If, in 2024, the BOS expect us to rubber stamp their reelection efforts they are going to be in for a rude awakening. 5. AFFORDABILITY 55K in San Francisco left during the pandemic, but really, how many were queer? How many of us are forced to live outside of San Francisco due to high housing costs? How many times can you remember that “BART Ride of Fame” on a Monday Afternoon, sweaty and gross because it was 97° during the walk from your weekend mess to South Hayward, Walnut Creek BART; or worse, the trip from East Palo Alto - on University nonetheless - to sneak on Caltrain but hide in the bathroom from the fare inspectors, cause you lost your wallet (stolen) and had no way of getting back to SF, or possibly Oakland, and Uber wasn’t invented yet. Maybe this shit was unique to me, but the 55K number was also *only* unique to San Francisco. Hundreds of thousands of people left the Bay Area. Its too unaffordable for LGBT+ that were already here, and Generation Z doesn’t seem too willing to give SF a shot, save for some who don’t mind a good bit of work. 6. Crime. I moved from the westside of SF to live alone downtown and I have to say, it’s essentially a bit overblown. Lower Nob Hill gives one all of the downtown experience. In this area some affectionately call the Tenderloin annex, crime is unfortunate but rare; mostly limited to theft of property, not violent acts. Still, it could be better and safer. I tend to avoid the walk alone at night when I’m needing to go south of O’farrell and much of the TL East of Larkin to about Jones and McAllister. San Francisco has always been a boom and bust town, but each time people step up and start over. This has to happen or else we will have our own queer SF doom loop.
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  41. I finished up what housework remained,while mr wilson dozed in bed.Looked in on him before I left and told him I would be back monday..."oh you'll be back....they ALWAYS come back"he said with a smirk.Leaving mr Wilsons I walked home,a strange feeling inside me as my ass was still adjusting to being violated and used,and cum was still leaking out 3 hours later.A dull throbbing could be felt...probably just a bit of internal bruising?Ignoring it,took a shower and cancelled my sat nite plans ate a tv dinner and went to bed.But sleep evaded me,my asshole would twitch a bit everytime I started to doze off,and a throbbing erection that dissapeared everytime I tried to stroke off in search of relief.When sleep finally came it was full of dreams about the seduction of the previous day complete with feeling mr wilson cumming,and his laugh and giggles as his semen shot from his body into mine.it seemed my mind was coping with being seduced while my body,now awakened by a skilled seduction only wanted MORE.Finally at 3am I was awakened by a puddle forming on my belly as cum shot from my erection and pooled there.Jeeze,like I was 15 again?But I did get a few hours sleep after that.
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  42. This is like a gay soap.opera getting more erotic with every episode! ON TO THE NEXT ADVeNTURE !! 🍆💦🔥
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  43. usually start off encounters by rubbing his cock through his pants with some kissing, then I get on my knees and suck…. After a little bit I’ll push them to the side of the bed and suck a little more before using my spit and their precum as lube and mounting them… I like to start off on top to have control so I make sure to make his cock nice and wet and sloppy — I’m not the kind of bottom who serves the top, I’m there to have the most intense type of orgasm a faggot can experience, a complete handsfree shot and starting off on top guarantees I’ll be leaking all over for my top!
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  44. I definitely prefer the more natural feeling of fucking with spit or as little as possible. Love to get a hole wet with my mouth before flooding it with my loads over and over again.
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  45. Honestly I don't really understand your partner's position... I'm poz undetectable too; with my neg partner we're currently monogamous and play bareback, but we have talked a lot of this issue, even with him coming with me to my doctor. For now he's not on Prep, but I really have nothing against it if my guy one day would tell me he'd go for it; it's HIS health, HIS body. And in case he wants to open the relationship Prep is the first thing we would think about. Well, if he wanted to take it without us to open our relationship "officially", I would have nothing against that decision as it means, "if you cheat you at least think of your health". I have HIV due to cheating consequences in a before-Prep time; why should I say no! I'm undetectable, I'm safe, but if the guy wants Prep it would not mean he's fearing me; he'd be rather protecting himself, and that's his right.
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  46. wow! how could you resist sucking your brothers cock, especially if it's big AND he's gay? that would take a lot of self control for a cocksucker like us. My older brother got me into sucking his cock, but I had to talk my younger brother into letting me suck his cock and neither one of them are gay but I still could never resist sucking them off like all the time.They didn't even have to ask. I would just pull out their cock and suck it while they watched tv or played video games or talked to their girlfriend on the phone(my personal fave lol) I could rarely get my younger brother to fuck me(he said that was too gay lol) but my older brother loved my ass and I look like a girl from behind on all 4s (hes the first top to put a wig and girl clothing on me)I totally agree about sucking off friends dads. I only got to suck a few (including a girlfriends father who would always drive me home so I could blow him in his car)but I wanted to blow every single one
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  47. Part 8 I watched as Mr. Jackson tied off Elijah's arm and put the needle in his vein, pushing the plunger. I knew the burning rush my brother experienced as he started to cough violently, phlegm spewing from his open mouth. The next man didn't hesitate and rammed his big, black cock right into my brothers cunt. Elijah didn't scream as loud this time, and was soon grunting and moaning at the thrusts. "Good boy," Mr. Jackson praised Elijah. "It might not take as long to train you as I thought. Straight boys usually are harder to break, but not impossible. Not like your faggot brother." Elijah just shook his head no frantically, trying to deny the dark desires building in his soul. The man fucking him buried his cock balls deep as he filled my brothers cunt with another load of cum. The other Two men took their turns on my brother as I sat and watched the entire ordeal. My own cock was hard the whole time I watched my brothers rape. This was not lost on Mr. Jackson. He guided me to my brothers head and pushed my cock into his mouth. "Fuck his mouth Jacob!" He ordered me. I just grabbed my brothers hair like the other man had done, and rammed my hard cock into my brothers throat. Elijah wined out his protest, but could do nothing to stop me. I jammed my dick in and out of his mouth. "That's it Jacob, feed your brother your little dick. Make him learn that his new life as a whore is to take any cock he's told to. Even his brothers! Feed him your cum boy. Make him swallow your incestuous seed!" Mr. Jackson's words brought me over the edge and I pumped my cum down Elijah's throat while tears of shame ran down his cheeks. After the men had all seeded my brothers new cunt, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into my brothers red, swollen, dripping hole. "Eat that hole faggot!" He demanded. "Suck all that juice out of him." I felt slightly naseaus and I looked at the brown slime streaked with red that oozed from my brother, but had no choice. Mr. Jackson held my face tight against his hole, and I obediently licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my brothers ass. When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled me away and tossed me on the floor. "Well gentlemen," said Mr. Jackson, time to take our new whore to the bath house. The sling awaits." A little over two hours later, we were back in the city in a little room in the baths. Mr. Jackson had Elijah on the bed, his arms and ankles tied over his head so his ass was sticking up and exposed. "I'm not wasting any time with this one," Mr. Jackson told one of the men that had come with us. "We're going to break him tonight! He's gonna get so fucked up and fucked, his new pussy will never be the same. But that's what his new owner wants, and I'm happy to oblige!" Elijah looked up with fear as Mr. Jackson took a bottle with an eyedropper and forced it between his lips, squirting some liquid into his mouth. Then he took a syringe that had no needle and inserted it into Elijah's ass. "A little G, and a little K to start the night off!" He chuckled. I just watched my brother as his eyes unfocused and his body dropped. "We'll just let that settle in before he gets his shot. And it's going to be a huge one. He's going to be tweaked out of his mind!" Mr. Jackson friend just played with Elijah's hole, sliding two, then three fingers in and out. Elijah just lay there like he was in a coma. "Pussy's getting nice and loose!" said the man. "He should be ready soon." Mr. Jackson just grabbed my arm and tied it off. "Can't forget about you slut. Your brother may be the main attraction tonight, but you'll still get plenty of action." The now familiar prick and rush told my cunt He was right. Elijah moved and moaned slightly as his ass was fingered. "Ok, it's time." said Mr. Jackson as he tied off his arm and stuck the needle in. "How much you giving him?" the man asked. ".8" Mr Jackson grinned. "That should send him too the moon." He released the band and my brother convulsed as he violently coughed. Mr. Jackson barely waited for him to stop before he was dragging Elijah down the hallway toward his doom. The man and I followed and I watched, slightly jealous as my brother was put into the sling and buckled down. He had barely been put in there when the first guy approached. He was an old guy, skinny, but had a pot belly. He just grabbed my brothers thighs and started fucking him. Elijah moaned like a whore. Mr. Jackson smiled at this. "He will make his new owner very happy." The rest of the night was a blur. I watched man after man fuck my brother, every one shooting his cum deep into the willing hole. Mr. Jackson kept me by his side to clean off the cocks after they pulled out. Plenty of men fucked me as well, but my brother got the most of it. And the more he got, the more he moaned and begged for it. As the night went on, men started to put their fists in him, sticking their arms deep up inside. Elijah just continued to moan and pant like a whore. Someone even took a baseball bat and rammed it into his flaming red gash. When they pulled it out, my brothers asshole was big and red and puffy. "That's a rosebud," Mr. Jackson explained to me. "That's the inside of his asshole sticking out. The mark of a true whore!" Eventually the night wound down, and Elijah was let out of the sling. We had to help carry his exhausted body back to our little room where he collapsed on the bed. We all rested there for a while before heading out into the bright morning sun.
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  48. Part 5 The pickup truck drove through the city toward my next unknown destination. My young, sheltered mind could barely fathom what had already happened to me, let alone what lay in store. Mr. Jackson threw a pair of shorts to me and told me to put them on. It felt good to have my nakedness covered, even if only slightly. The truck eventually came to a halt and Mr. Jackson got out and opened the passenger door, pulling me out by my leash. He led me down the sidewalk and into an unmarked door. I could hear the thumping of dance music as he led me down a short hallway to another door with a man behind a counter protected with a glass window. Mr. Jackson slid some money through a gap, and we were buzzed in. Mr. Jackson led me down dark hallways where I caught glimpses of many naked men. Some of them felt me as we passed them on our way to a room. It was small, with only a twin bed and a chair. He pushed me onto the bed and sat down in the chair, pulling out his little case from his coat. "Do you know where you are boy?" he asked me. I just shook my head, honestly having no idea what kind of place I was really in. "This is a bath house. Men come here for sex. Tonight you are going to be a special treat for them. New sluts are always popular!" I didn't have to guess what he meant, even though I couldn't anticipate what I was really in store for. But my ass tingled at the thought of getting fucked again and my dick got hard. "I see that appeals to you!" Mr. Jackson laughed at my arousal. "Drink this." he instructed me, handing me a bottle. I was thirsty as fuck and started to guzzle it down. I had taken a couple big swigs before I realized it was a bottle of piss. I gagged a bit and Mr. Jackson just glared at me. "Drink it all boy! It's got a nice dose of G to really get you ready!" I finished it all and started to feel warm and relaxed. Then he brought out the rubber band and the syringe. I knew not to try to resist, and actually looked forward to another shot. "This will be your biggest one so far. Then you should be ready for anything." I held out my arm as he poked a vein and pushed the plunger. The now familiar rush hit me, and as soon as I stopped coughing he opened the door and led me out. I followed him in a haze down some corridors and into a room that had mirrrors everywhere and what looked like a weird swing hanging in the middle. Mr. Jackson lifted me up and placed me in it, raising my legs and buckling them in. Then he buckled down my arms and leaned into my ear. "Enjoy the next few hours Jesus boy. I know these men will!" With that the first of what would be dozens of cocks slid into my cunt. I moaned at the pleasure of being penetrated. All kinds of men fucked me over the next few hours. Old, young, fat, ugly, it didn't matter, they all used the available cumdump. I floated in a fog as my ass was bred over, and over, and over. At one point a guy planted his lips onto my anus while another guy pushed on my stomach, squeezing the contents of my bowels into his mouth. The man then put his mouth over mine and let a huge mouthful of cum drip into me and down my throat. Time stood still as I was reduced to nothing more than a hole to take cum. And I wanted it all. After many hours Mr. Jackson released my bonds and let me down. I collapsed into his arms, unable to stand. "Do you know how many men fucked you slut?" he asked me. I looked at him with glassy eyes and shook my head no. "I counted 27. 27 different cocks. 27 different loads. All from men you don't even know. You are officially a true cumdump now boy!" I just collapsed as he carried me back to our room and laid me on the bed. "I have one more for you slut." he said as he slid his big, black cock into my wet, sloppy cunt. It made squishy noises as he pounded my cum filled hole. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him as he gave me my last fuck of the night, pumping one last load into my stretched, loose hole. "Oh yea boy. I LOVE a nice juicy cunt. All those strangers loads up in you, making you so wet and slick. Your going to love your new life, whore." With that he shot one final load deep in my bowels.
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  49. I've: - been fucked raw on the dance floor at circuit parties and in gay clubs. - been fucked raw in the cab of a pickup truck while two cops were eating their lunch accross the street. - sucked lots of cocks in cars after partying at clubs - been fucked raw standing in the parking lot of a gay club while lots of guys watched - sucked cocks and been fucked in the showers at gym where I work out
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