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It was raining, I was home alone, and as usual - horny. Over the last few months I had barely been able to control my urges to fuck. Or more specifically be fucked. I knew I was gay from an early age and never fought it, but I did hide it well. But now in my late 20s I was free, single, submissive, and very breedable. I had recently started barebacking regularly with a few fwb who I felt safe with. I wasn't a chaser, I just loved the feeling of an 8 inch cock exploding inside me. But tonight none of my regular guys were available. And I needed to get fucked and flooded badly. After a few drinks I hopped on gridnr and filtered to tops in my area who had a bb tag on. It didn't take long before a message popped on my phone. Strong tall and and an 8.5" cock? It didn't take much to convince me. He had my address in minutes, and I was already hard. We didn't discuss status and it wasn't listed on his profile. I was neg and had just been tested, which was on my profile. When he got the door I was already down to my boxers and ready to play. No small talk. He came in and started kissing and groping me. I pulled him back to my bed and we both got fully undressed. As he took his pants off I noticed what looked like a biohazard tattoo on his thigh, but didn't think much of it as I was distracted by his beautiful thick cock. I went down on him and sucked his cock until it was rock hard in my mouth. He moaned and quietly said 'get up here, I want to fill you up'. I was so horny and desperate for breeding that I immediately bent over for him and offered my bare ass up doggy style. But as he slid the first inch of his cock inside I looked back and said hey you're neg right? Embarrassed I hadn't asked before. 'You'll be good' he said, and I took that that for what it sounded like and proceeded to let him slide all the way in, filling me all the way up. His cock felt amazing and he fucked me slow and deep with passion. We switched from doggy to missionary back to doggy again. I could feel him speeding up and knew he wanted to cum when he leaned in and whispered in my ear 'I know what you really want. im going to claim you, you're already mine. I am going to flood your body with my toxic load and you're going to take every drop, slut'. Panic rushed over me, he was poz? But as soon as it did, the ecstasy of his cock pushing deeper and deeper overcame it. 'I'm not on prep' I managed to choke out through my moans. 'No? Why not slut?' I panicked again. Why wasn't I on prep? I'd been barebacking for months. I had access, the funds, I could have been on it this whole time. Instead here I was, taking it raw from a poz and apparently toxic top. I moaned as his cock continued to slide in and out of me. 'Want me to pull out? You might still have time.' he whispered in my ear, I could hear him smiling as he drove his cock deep into me again, precum undoubtedly dripping into me. Despite everything running through my head, I found myself continuing to push back on his cock, forcing him deeper inside me. 'No' I moaned. What? No?! 'What's that slut?' he grinned. 'No, fill my fertile cunt with your load. Cum in me! Please knock me up' I moaned loudly. I couldn't believe the words coming from my own mouth. And as I did he sped up and shot the biggest load I've ever taken 8 inches deep in my bare ass. We laid there for moment panting and moaning softly. His toxic cum running down my thigh but plenty still buried deep inside. That was it, it was over. No going back. I took a huge poz load. He looked at me and grinned. 'I knew you wanted it. You wanted to get knocked up. I've been watching your account for weeks. Now you're mine. Ruined raw poz slut. My little cum dump to fill over and over again whenever I want. How does that sound?' Fucked like never before, full of poz cum, and in love with his perfect cock I responded quickly 'Don't wait. Stay with me tonight. Fill me again. And again. Make sure I'm yours. I'll give it all up.' He fucked me four more times, the last time making me get on top and ride his load into myself. By the time the sun came up I was dripping, full, and covered with cum. 3 weeks I later I was pozzed for sure. He came over an hour after I got my results and filled me 3 more times. I took every load willingly as I fully submitted to being a poz cumdump for my new man.

Was coming home from a night out with friends when I became incredibly horny. I knew I could never go home and sleep like that. Popped on Grindr and after about 15 minutes connected with a top I'd been chatting with a few weeks prior but couldn't connect with. It was midnight and he was willing to let me shower, host, and fuck me. 10/10 I'm in. As soon as I got to his place he was a much bigger guy than me. A tall, strong, and well exercised black man. Just my type really. I could already see the bulge in his shorts would have me begging later. He kissed me and showed me the way to the shower. As I undressed I noticed he remained and watched me. I got into the shower and he followed. His hard cock bouncing as he stepped in. He spun me around and started washing me, and fingering me all at once. I moaned and gave in. He played with me until the water got cold and rinsed me off. We dried off fast and he pushed me into the bed. Already naked and hard, he started lubing us both up and then pushed me down and spread my legs. His bare cock pushed into me. Bigger than I'm used to I whimpered as he slid further and further into me. "you'll get used to it" he grunted from above me. He started thrusting slowly in and out of me, I was breathless watching his thick cock enter and exit me. After a few minutes he pulled out and rolled me over. Bending me into the perfect shape to rail me, I thought. I didn't resist, how could I now. He had broken me in and he wanted to take me. He slid in again and this time started driving all 9 inches deep into my bare ass. I moaned loud and took it all. I never asked him to stop, or pull out, nothing. He fucked me for what felt like half an hour and without ever stopping to ask, pumped his load deep inside. I rolled over and stared at him in amazement. He had just unwillingly bred me and I did nothing to stop it. It got me so turned on I started jerking off. As I did I caught myself climbing back on to his hardening cock. I slid his dripping bare cock right back into me and rode another load out of him as I shot mine all over his chest. Apparently he thought this was hot, because after about 10 minutes as I was getting up to clean myself off he grabbed my hips and bent me over the bed. He pushed his cock back into my cum filled cunt and fucked me hard until he came for a third time, his cum now running down my leg and onto the floor. He dropped me off at home with his cum still dripping out of me. I made plans for another round next weekend. After this I'm a bareback slut for good.

Last night went to my usual sauna for nude night, came a bit later than planned due to thunderstorms delays the train. Anyway, got there, wasn’t as busy as expected, and took while to get my first cock. Was on all four in dark room, and first cock was small ish and he came very quick. At least that’s one load in. Then nothing.. went cruising around, saw this big hairy daddy was watching in lounge room.so cuddle up to him and sat next to him. He ignored me completely,but I can see his cock were hard. So just went and suck him. He didn’t say anything. I keep going working on that cock. And he came in my mouth , i swallow. And walk away. Went back to dark room and assume my all four positions, this time was busier and immediately I got a train going. At least 5 guys one after another. All fuck and breed me. Took a break to get drinks. See a handsome Asian guy. He’s packing too. Went chat to him, his Filipino.. soo hot. Told him I got 6 loads in my hole if he wants to be my lucky 7. Said he’s on condition I go back to his place after. I said yes. Went to a room. He kiss me very passionately treat me like a lover. And breed me. So as promised I went to his place. We get to chatting otw there. And he told me, he live with 4 others guys, and thought I’ll want all their cums. I said off course and their piss too 🙂 got to his place and they all ready to fuck me as my new friend already texted them we are otw. None of them come even close in looks and cock size of my new friend , but they all have stamina! Took all their cocks and cums and I spend the night at the Filipino hotties beds. He fuck me a few time more and just this morning before I went home. He asked me out tonight for dinner as his valentine date.. I said yes but I told him I want to go dinner with my ass leaking his cums and his flatmate:) he love the idea:) so looking forward to tonight:)

I got off the plane nervous as hell. Not only was I a month and a half away from starting college in a city I’d never been to before, but I was also about to see my father for the first time in years. When I was 10 my parents divorced, more accurately my dad completely disappeared one day leaving only divorce papers. My mom never really talked about it but I think she had known it was coming and was fully willing. She never talked bad about my father to me but I had overheard her and her friends call him a faggot before and alude to him being gay. When I had been accepted to NYU I hadn’t really thought much of it. My mom had forced me to apply because of some vague connection my father had that could make it really cheap. Little did I know cheap meant a full ride, which was great because my stepdad had refused to let my mom spend any money on my college. That’s why I was meeting my dad again, the full ride didn’t include housing so I had to live with him. My mom had apparently still had a number of his and gave it to me to call. When I had my dad had been really excited to have me stay with him, acting as if we hadn’t not talked in nearly a decade. I had decided it would be good to move in a bit early so that I had time to adjust before classes started. As I walked towards baggage claim I saw a large bulky man, a few inches shorter than I was, which was most people since I was 6’2. He was incredibly thick with muscle wearing tight black jeans a black tank top and a leather jacket. He had a thick beard and a shaved head. The man walk up to me and hugged me “How are you son” he boomed “it feels like forever since I’ve last seen you” I realized that it’s man was my father, his face did look similar I just hadn’t seen it past the beard. The dad I had know was your average clean cut family man. “That’s because it has been” I mumbled “I guess it has” my dad chuckled “ well I already got your bag so let’s head to the Uber I got waiting” he said putting his arm around me as he lead me out. It was a long drive but on the way my dad began explaining where I would be living. “Well I don’t actually own the house, it’s my husbands, but with the prenup our assets are still separate” my dad explained to my shock. So my mom hadn’t been lying when she called him a faggot. “He’s out on business right now but should be home in a week or two I’m sure you’ll love him” “Hmm I bet” I said half heartedly. I didn’t know what I had expected but it wasn’t that my dad had abandoned his family to go be gay in New York. We soon pulled up in front of a large brownstone. “Nice place” I mumbled as we got out of the car. “Thanks I’m sure you’ll love it” my dad said as we walked inside. Once inside he took off his jacket, revealing that not only was he now totally covered in hair, but he was also covered in tattoos. He showed me up to the guest room where he left me to unpack. As I began unpacking I noticed that the last guest hadn’t taken everything with them, in one of the dresser drawers was a tiny pink thong. Too scared to touch it I just left it be. I noticed some other things had been forgotten too, a small brown vial and a small black pouch. I looked at the vial but the label had clearly been ripped off. I tried to smell it and was hit with a strong chemical odor that made me feel light headed. It smelt kinda good in a weird way like sharpies and as I kept sniffing it I felt myself warm up a little a get kinda horny. I ran up and locked the door before I striped naked and began stroking my cock while sniffing the vial. I began to wonder what was in the pouch and when I opened it I saw a small metal teardrop with a gem sticking out a rod from the thick part. It was cover in something, I tried smelling it but the chemical smell was stuck in my nose so instead I licked it. It tasted amazing and I soon popped the entire thing in my mouth, sucking it like a ring pop. Soon after I started sucking it I felt something in my ass, almost like an itch from the inside. I reached down with one finger to feel and was shocked when it slipped straight into my asshole. As I pulled it out a ripple ran through my body that felt amazing. I had the urge for something more substantial than a finger and remembered the metal thing in my mouth. As I huffed th vial I took the metal teardrop towards my asshole. As I pushed it against my ring I felt ripples of pleasure until all at once it popped in sending a shockwave through me that made me cum immediately.

and Which is it? MAGA and conservatism have zero overlap. Conservatism, at its heart, recognizes that change and progress are necessary, but should be undertaken at a reasonable pace so as not to disrupt too much at once, and so that unintended consequences can be handled. MAGA is radicalism - knee-jerk, reactionary radicalism, which at its core is based on nothing more than fear or loathing of "other" - as in, "them". Trump said it on the first day of his campaign, in 2015, when he talked non-stop about "them" (ie the governments of poorer, browner nations) sending us criminals, rapists, murderers, and he's never shut up about it. That's the core of MAGA - "us" vs. "them". And that's been Trump his entire life - always fighting, always suing, always bullying, always trying to throw his weight around. Sometimes it works and he gets his way; other times he gets nothing but publicity, which he still considers a win. But always - ALWAYS - it's "us" (meaning HIM) vs. "them". And he sold that garbage to millions of Americans, pretending that he was just like them, always fighting the oppressor, while hiding the fact that HE is exactly the kind of person who's oppressing the working and middle class. What's sad is how so many LGBT people jump on that bandwagon, whether it's because they, too, share his bigotry and prejudices, or whether they believe his thousands of outright lies and thousands more misleading statements. Even when the party he represents makes no secret of the fact that they are committed to destroying LGBT equality - overturning same-sex marriage, reinstating sodomy laws, etc., they pretend that will never really happen. That's what people who believe in abortion rights thought (not the activists, who recognized the danger, but the millions of suburban women who thought It Could Never Happen Here). Those people thought Roe was settled law, even if the courts were chipping away at the edges, and "they" would always be safe - because they're moderate to conservative white women in America. And then the Republican Senate stole a Supreme Court nomination from Obama to give to the next Republican president, and then rammed through another just a few weeks before the 2020 election, all to pad a majority on the Supreme Court that would do EXACTLY what Republicans had been promising to do for decades, and which too many people believed they just wouldn't. The Republican platform still calls for repealing same-sex marriage. For reinstating sodomy laws. Even if blue states decide to protect LGBT people, red states - Florida, Texas, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Tennessee, etc. - either still have bans on same-sex marriage and laws criminalizing sodomy on the books or will rush to pass them the moment the Supreme Court again decides that "well, back in 1789, these weren't protected, so they aren't protected now either." And that's just the selfish, personal reason LGBT voters should reject Trump (and GOP candidates for Congress) - self preservation. That doesn't even touch the massive giveaways of taxpayer money to the wealthy, many or most of whom pay much lower tax rates, in total, than teachers or police officers or bus drivers. Or auto workers or tech support people. Or Trump's stated, clear intention to abandon NATO, where he unequivocally said he'd invite Russia to invade any of its neighbors and not stand up to support this nation's allies - with whom we have a fucking treaty, mind you, obligating our support. Or Trump's horrific ripping away children from undocumented immigrant families at the border WHILE NOT EVEN KEEPING RECORDS OF WHERE THE CHILDREN WERE SENT - with hundreds still unaccounted for. A president who screamed about human trafficking actually CONDUCTED human trafficking, and his supporters cheered - proof that they support him because they hate the same people he does. Or the fact that Trump keeps calling for more and more tariffs, knowing that his supporters are too dumb to understand that tariffs are NOT paid by the producer of the goods in question, or by the producer's country. They're paid by the US importer who brings those goods into the country, which has to then raise prices as he sells them to wholesalers and manufacturers, which raises prices to the consumer. Yes, YOU, the consumer, are the ones who pay tariffs, and yet MAGA nuts go wild, thinking that their guy is gonna stick it to them Commie Chinese bastards! I could go on, and on, but: I know it's useless. Most MAGA supporters lack the will to understand what their pseudo-Lord-and-savior is pushing, or else they lack the capacity, but they do respond to the raw emotional appeal he has, encouraging them to hate and blame "them" - foreigners, liberals, whomever - for their troubles.

Thanks for all the replies! Glad it's coming across as a truly accurate bathhouse/sex club vibe. Sorry if any of you have messaged me privately and are expecting a reply. I'll try and get to them soon. I always appreciate feedback and as always hope you all enjoy! ----------------------------- Part Two- Anticipation Mike entered the sex club, puffing away on his pipe, giving a slight grin and nod to the attendant as he was buzzed in, not even needing to pay. He’d been coming here for years, having had sex with probably every single regular, the attendant included, breeding them deep while smoking. With tonight’s theme being ‘Bareback, Smoke and Leather’ night, he was damned sure he would be making a nice long appearance tonight. With it still being a bit early, he decided to walk around, taking in the various people there, recognizing nearly every single person as either someone he’d personally topped, or personally turned from being a non-smoker to a full-blown smoke pig. He made his way over to two such people, one in a sling hauling hard on a fat cigar, as the other guy lit up a fresh Red, before continuing to work his hairy fist and forearm up the cigar smoker’s greedy hole. “Fucking perfect night for it, ain’t it gents,” Mike said, walking over to the man fisting the other, grabbing his ass, drawing a huge inhale of pipe smoke in before exhaling it all over the scene in front of him. “Fuck yeah, Mike,” the man in the sling groaned, taking the cigar out of his mouth, letting the thick acrid smoke roll out, “Knew you’d be here tonight.” Walking up to the man in the sling, named Grant if he remembered correctly, Mike took another puff of his pipe as he ran his fingers along the fresh tattoo just under his navel. He let out a satisfied growl as he felt the other man’s fist moving around deep in man’s guts. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Finally got your new ink, huh?” he said, sliding his hand up to the man’s pierced nipple, giving it a slight pinch, knowing the act would cause Grant’s stretched-out manhole to tighten up slightly. “Fuuuuuuuuuck…” the other man said, letting out a huge nose jet, letting his cigarette dangle in his lips as he talked, “Your ass just fucking started sucking in my arm.” “Ugh……” Grant moaned, sticking the thick cigar back in his mouth and sucking hard, “Deeper!” Grinning, Mike stepped back, adjusting his now hardening dick in his pants. “I’ll leave you two love birds to it then,” he said, taking his pipe out of his mouth briefly before nodding at them. “I’ll be looking for you later,” Grant said, exhaling another cloud of cigar smoke, his ass squelching as the other man began to pull his fist out, standing up and stroking his dick, before working it in beside his fist. — Mike walked a bit more around the sex club, taking the various sights in before finally deciding to go over to the locker room so he could strip and partake in the festivities. Looking around he noticed a few of his fuck buddies in various states of undress. That’s when he saw the boy. Early to mid-20s at most, fit but not over muscular, headful of thick reddish blonde hair, and stunning blue-grey eyes. His skin was milky white, framed in a black leather harness, and his juicy ass barely contained a jockstrap, with not a tattoo in sight. ‘Until I’m done with him’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Fuckin’ love fresh meat.’ Puffing on his pipe, he slowly walked towards the redhead, who was now eye-fucking him from across the room. He stopped next to him, leaning against the locker, and let out a large cloud of smoke over him, grinning as he saw the redhead breathe the smoke in deeply. “How’s your night going, boy?” Mike asked, looking up and down the boy’s body, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and rubbing his right nipple with the bowl. Looking flustered, he watched as the boy tried to come up with an answer. ‘Pretty fucking hot in his own right,’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Definitely has a nice lump of meat threatening to pop out of that thong.’ “O-okay…” the boy said rather unconvincingly, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks. “First time at a sex club?” Mike asked, taking another puff of his pipe and blowing it in the boy’s face, again satisfied to see him breathing in the smoke. “It’s that obvious, huh,” the boy asked, looking down, an almost dejected look on his face. “Nah,” Mike said, putting the pipe back in his mouth and letting it rest on the corner of his lips, “I’m a regular here and didn’t recognize you is all. I’m Mike by the way.” “Dillan,” the redhead replied, shifting his legs slightly, likely to accommodate his hard cock in the leather pouch. Mike almost felt for the kid. The first times were rough. And this kid was like a lamb to the slaughter on a night like tonight. As much as he’d love to completely corrupt the cute shit, he also didn’t want to scare the kid off with all the twisted sex that would be happening later. Better to let him ease into it on a different night. Damn my kind side, he thought to himself. “Look, kid…” he began, standing up and taking deep sigh, “I think you might be out of your element here. Not really sure you know what kind of hot depraved shit will be going on here as the night goes on. Might be best if you leave now. Come another night and ease yourself in a little.” Flustered and cheeks now fully flushed, the kid began to shake his head. “No, I do know. I… That’s why I wanted to come tonight,” Dillan said, fidgeting with his harness as he talked, “I want everything this place has to offer tonight. Everything.” It was Mike’s turn to be left momentarily speechless as he listened to the kid continue. “I want to be fully corrupted and turned into a smoking, ass-gaping, cumdump piss pig. It’s kind of been a fantasy of mine for so long, and I…” he said, trailing off slightly as he thought of the words to say, “If I leave now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do it.” Mike was at first shocked hearing the words coming out of the boy’s mouth. However, it made him harder than ever before. An evil grin formed on his lips as he wrapped them around the pipe, drawing in another mouthful of smoke. “Well, fuck…” Mike said, smoke drifting out as he spoke, and reaching down and rubbing Dillan’s hard cock through the leather jockstrap pouch, “I definitely think we can make that happen.”

I learned a long time ago that a guy with a small/average cock can throw a wickedly great fuck. And some guys with big dicks have no idea what they were doing.

I have been waiting for this for some time now. Not sure if other's have posted, but Steven "Sergeant" Miles was sentenced this past Friday to two years in prison, a year of supervised release, and a $2,000 fine. Miles, who is 40, is from Zephyrhills (outside Tampa) hasn't worked much in porn since his arrest on April 2022 after he was caught on camera assaulting Capitol Police Offices with his fellow Proud Boys. Miles has done some work for Lucas Entertainment (Michael Lucas is a well known Trump supporter) but has had difficulty booking video gigs according to some gay-video blogs I have read. It seems Michael Lucas has reached out to other porn producers but there has been much work, as of late, for Miles. I don't have any sympathy for him. His on-site presence at several studio productions have mentioned him being both disruptive and at times racist. I am glad he's was caught, there's really no room for violence or trying to overthrow an election. I am glad he was stupid enough to allow himself to be photographed and caught.

From what i can ascertain, rawTOP started this section on BZ on May 2010 with a post tilled: "Post political discussions in this forum" Generally speaking, BZ is a discussion forum that, to me, stands out as wonderfully unique and unusual in the gay community precisely because we can discuss things here that depart from the usual. i , for one, appreciate anyone who will "elaborate on why" when they state a position, be it Top, bottom, versatile, queer, trans, republican, democrat, libertarian, liberal, conservative...ad infinitum. To me, all of those terms are just starting places, labels that need elaboration to determine their detailed contents. Without that elaboration, at best, one gets defined by the reader. i would suggest, even argue, that it is through elaboration that we find common ground that can thwart the polarizing effects of generalizations. Generalizations, catch phrases, are used by unscrupulous manipulators to gain and maintain position and power where very few elite 'win' and the majority on both 'sides' lose. i believe it is through sincere scrutiny and elaboration that we uncover substance, what is real. Open discussion, i think, helps us find causes where we can work together, while oversimplification leads to decisions and actions based on absolutist notions that do not reflect the majority.

Chapter 4 At this point it dawns on me that I'm in what might be described as a bit of a pickle. High as a kite, tied up, cuffed, and suspended from a sling in a room at a Travelodge, which presumably isn't entirely unfamiliar with such activities. The bed strewn with all manner of sexual paraphernalia. Not exactly the image of the upstanding citizen that I've been cultivating. The real issue, though, is the plastic baggie on the dresser containing ten grams of methamphetamine crystals. A stupid, ridiculous, unnecessary amount. What we're doing now, sharing drugs, counts as supply: easily enough to put us both in prison for a life-fucking amount of time. This was not part of the plan for this evening's entertainment. More knocking, a baritone "Police. Open the door please sir." We are so fucked. M freezes, then raises his fingers to his lips: keep quiet. Then he's gone, moving towards the dresser and the door. I try to twist my body round so I can see what's happening, but that just makes the sling clank loudly, so I give up and just stare at the ceiling. I hear the toilet flushing and pray it's M getting rid of the drugs. The door cracks open and light from the hallway floods into our dark little hobbit-hole. I hear M's voice, low almost to the point of whispering, and the deeper voice of the interloper. But I can't make out the words. Then there are two uniformed police constables standing above me. Big guys, maybe in their forties. Looking down at me with expressions of amused disgust. "You're under arrest for the possession and supply of class A drugs," says the bigger one. And some legalese about anything you say in a court of law or whatever it is, I know the words but right now they're not sinking in. "He's off his face," I hear M's voice behind them and then he is standing next to them. "But feel free to give him some more." "Nice easy score, thanks very much," says the first copper. He bends down close to me, so I can smell his breath. "Dirty little bumboy," he half-whispers, half grunts. "Think you can wander around doing whatever you like and get away with it." I hear the sound of a zipper. "You're about to get a lesson, boy," he pants, grabbing my throat and forcing my head back. He jams his fingers into my mouth and forces it open. I moan in protest but all I get is a slap for my trouble - a hard slap that makes me see stars, and sends a rush of panic and pleasure down my whole body. That was no love-tap, the way M slaps me when he fucks me. He means business. Then his blunt, smelly, spongy cock head is pushing into my mouth. He pushes into my throat so fast I don't have time to get away. His fat shaft fills my throat, pushing my nose into his hairy balls. I try and breathe in but there's no air. Instinctively I struggle and squirm to try and get free, to be able to breathe again. But he's holding my throat in a vice like grip, squeezing down tight and fucking into my throat. I panic and buck even harder, fighting for air. But there's no quarter. I can feel blackness rising around me. Suddenly he pulls out, looking down contemptuously as I gasp to fill my lungs. "Want some air, do you boy," he snarls. "Too bad." The poppers-soaked towel is held down on my nose and mouth again. And with that he plunges in deep again, this time choking me even harder, balls deep and then all the way out, I'm just about managing to gasp in a bit of air now and then, but I'm gagging and retching with how deep his cock is going down my throat. I'm panicking again as I run out of air, but he just keeps fucking into my throat, grunting things like "fucking take it". I can feel the other constable move between my outstretched legs and grab my thighs. The sound of a zipper again and now I can feel a cock head at my arse, pushing insistently at my arse lips. "Buckle up son, it's going to be a long weekend."

This happened about a month ago, I am a freshman in college and I have heard of a few cruising spots on campus which really piqued my interest. One of them was in the Student Union bathrooms in the basement area and the other was actually the showers beside the area called the ‘Chill Spot’ that a lot of students hung out at. So one Friday afternoon, I decided to head to the basement bathrooms first, after my lecture around 4pm. I was really nervous since it was my first time cruising, but also I was excited. I sported a half-hard cock most of the day. I prepped beforehand just in case I was gonna be fucking, and wore a jockstrap underneath my sweatpants. I took the elevator down to the basement which really had a few empty classrooms, a lecture hall and the bathrooms at the end of the hall. there was basically no one there from what it could tell except for a few girls in one of the rooms talking and studying. I entered the mens washroom, and went into the middle stall. I sat down on the toilet and just went on my phone for a bit seeing if anything would happen. For a while nothing happened, until the guy in the stall to the right of me knelt down and presented his cock underneath the dividing wall into my stall. I could not believe it, it was a nice 8 inch throbbing white dick with a really cool biohazard+ tattoo just above his shaved cock. I slowly got on my knees and started stroking it slowly, gradually speeding up my pace. the guy started humping my fist which really turned me on and I heard him whisper “suck my dick”. Without thinking I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking his thick cock like I had been deprived of cock for months. He started moaning really quietly which got me so horny. I sucked and licked his big balls, while going back and licking his thick shaft and head. He was leaking a lot of precum and it was making a small puddle on the cold bathroom floor. I couldn't believe I was sucking a stranger's cock in my college's bathroom. Anyway I continued sucking his dick until i heard him whisper lemme fuck your ass you slut, and in the heat of the moment I whispered back, “yes daddy”. I turned around and dropped my sweatpants off. I squatted down and stuck my big ass underneath the divider. I felt his hands squeeze my ass. He whispered “goddamn baby you have such a nice ass” and slid a finger into my tight hole. I wasn't expecting that and I let out a soft moan, breaking the silence in the quiet washroom. I really hoped no one else would come in while this guy was about to fuck my ass. He started fingering me faster before I whispered “I want your cock in me daddy”. Without any hesitation I heard him spit on his throbbing cock and then I felt his head right at my wet boy hole.Ii heard him say “you want this poz dick in you?”. I wasn’t sure i heard him right, but before I could reply he slid his thick tainted cock into my ass, and I let out a moan that echoed in the washroom. He started fucking my ass with long strokes while I was on my hands and knees telling him to go faster. Within 5 minutes I couldn't take it anymore and started cumming all over the bathroom floor, and that made him shoot his cum in my ass. I quickly got up, put my pants on and left the bathroom in a haze of shame and feeling like the biggest slut on campus. I sat in my dorm room an hour later looking up what ‘poz” meant and doing image searches on bio-hazard tattoos. I slid in my butt plug to keep his load in me and jerked off twice to some really hot verbal poz videos while planning my next cruising trip on campus.

Glad he was sentences but two years do not seem long enough punishment for attacking CP officers and trying to violently overthrow a government. For all I care that POS can burn in hell.

Excerpt from a (long) article: Who Voted for Hitler "You could say that although Hitler came to power by means of an election and then a negotiation, his success in voters’ and politicians’ minds resulted directly from his willingness to engage in undemocratic, often violent, actions. Hitler served eight months of a five-year sentence for the attempted putsch in 1923. And rather than denigrate him in people’s minds, it elevated him. He was seen for the next two decades not so much as a dangerous criminal, but rather as a man of action. It was as if the people of Germany weren’t looking for a democratic leader after all, but for one who might present them with an alternative to democracy. A Führer, it turns out, could offer the people something they craved very deeply, a sense of totality that embodies democracy by denying it." [think before following links] https://www.thenation.com/article/politics/trump-hitler-nazi-fascism/

That's just false. Absolutely, categorically false.

Part 3 – Monday Chapter 1 – All Good Things Must End It’s been an amazing weekend. David, a young guy I’d been chatting with for a while, came up to spend the long weekend with me. The two of us fooled around with Bill on Friday, then had Zach, Chris, and Marc over on Saturday. They stayed through Sunday, and we added Jim to the party. Now, it’s David, Zach, and me on Monday since the other guys needed to head home before that. After taking a nice break, we all had a bite to eat. We had stayed naked throughout the rest of the day Sunday, napping, cuddling, and surfing the web. We shared some of our favorite porn and got some ideas for what we would do when we started to play. Since we all had to work the next day, we started early and planned to play for just a few hours. Smoking and booty bumping seemed like a better option for the recovery, so we started out passing the pipe around. Whether doing a booty bump or a slam, it’s nice to start with blowing some clouds since it makes the ramp-up smoother. Once we were all happily spun, we started to play. Zach has a great hairy body that looks awesome in the sling. Seeing his hairy chest and belly, then moving down to that hairy ass spread wide is great. He got in the sling and settled himself in for a nice ride. He wanted to start with the Seahorse, so his ass got some lube, then the toy got some and started the entry. This toy has a nice, easy entry tip and then gets a bunch of ridges that feel great inside. The head is also small enough that it can slip through some deep spaces. I was driving the dildo, and David was sucking Zach’s cock. Zach was fondling David's cock and ass too. The head went in easily, and about half of the toy was in Zach before I felt any resistance. I waited it out, twisting and lightly poking to open up the necessary passage. At one point, a good bit more of the dildo slid in, going almost all the way to the base. The head was probably at Zach’s second hole now. He picked up the poppers and took a few hits from the bottle. Knowing Zach, he was going to ride the dildo when he got the rush going, so I just held the Seahorse steady for him and motioned David off of Zach’s cock. Sure enough, Zach braced his feet on the sling stand and started riding the dildo, moving back and forth and bouncing up and down. Watching his hairy hole expand around the dildo was arousing. He moved his body down in the sling, letting more of the dildo into his ass and showing off his hole to us. He had to have gotten past his second hole, and the look of bliss on his face was a testament to his success. David had lubed up his hands while Zach was riding the Seahorse. I saw that and started to pull the toy out of Zach’s ass. David was ready when the toy exited and immediately shoved his hand into Zach’s gaping hole. David and I traded places, with him taking the seat and me now sucking Zach. His cock had pumped out some cum when David entered him, and I eagerly lapped that off his hairy belly. David was getting really good at fisting. Zach was what David was giving him and then asked to be fisted with alternating hands. David worked his way out of Zach’s ass, then made a fist with his left hand. David placed his fist at Zach’s hole and slowly inserted it, rotating it on the way in. Next, he pulled it out, again with a little rotation, then entered with his right fist. His right hand was bigger, so it was more of a stretch for Zach, but he swallowed it easily. David picked up the pace, alternating between his left and right fist. Zach held up his hand and motioned for David to hold still for a moment. David drove his right hand deep and held it there while Zach huffed some poppers. Then, Zach said, “Ruin my hole,” and David went to town on his ass. He was rapidly moving in and out of Zach’s ass, alternating his hands and his depth. He was really working in deep, even though he was going quickly. Zach was clearly enjoying this and was moaning in delight. When Zach came down for the poppers rush, he asked David to go deep with his right hand. David happily obliged and sunk in almost to his elbow. Zach looked satisfied and said he was ready for another guy to be in the sling. He got out, and I got in. Zach was going to work over my ass now. He and David applied a liberal amount of Slam Dunk to my hole, and then Zach said, “Are you ready for my fist?” I nodded, and he shoved his fisted right hand into my ass. It felt incredible to start with his larger fist, but he sunk it in and just wiggled around after the insertion. He pulled all the way out, then reentered with his fist. Man, he had big hands! The next time that he went in, he got just his fist in my ass and started to turn and flex his hand. His huge fist was twisting in my opening, helping me to develop a gape. As he rotated, he’d flex his hand, letting me feel the pulsations of pleasure. Following Zach’s lead, I decided to do some poppers and then have him really pummel my ass. I took a short sniff in my left nostril that I let out quickly. Another short inhale and exhale on the right side, then the long hit on the left that I held. I looked down at Zach and said, “Do it.” He surprised me by replacing his fist with both hands. He worked those in my hole, and I was writhing in pleasure as they penetrated my insides. He had both of his hands in my past the wrists, and the sensations in my ass were incredible. Then, he started sliding one hand over the other, keeping them both inside me but making them wider and narrower as he did this. Fuck, my ass had never been so filled and so happy. Now, it was David’s turn in the sling. He had been sucking my cock off and on while Zach fisted me but had been playing with a plug in his own hole when things got intense between Zach and me. I got out of the sling, and David got in, still wearing the plug. He looked great, a young, hairy guy all blissed out, with his ass spread and plugged. Zach played with the plug while I lubed my hands. Zach said that his ass was pretty beat, so he wanted to do some poppers before I stuck my hand in him. I also decided to be a little less aggressive on his hole this time. David huffed up the poppers and then nodded at me. I gently inserted my hand into his hole, taking it slow and keeping things pretty simple. He took over half of my arm before I felt resistance. When I hit his wall, I backed off and started to flex my fingers out, then back into a fist, then back out again, feeling his walls accommodate my movements. In just the span of a weekend, this guy had gone from fisting virgin to an ass pig. It was clear that he was enjoying this as much as I was. Fisting an ass is always amazing to me. Seeing his hairy hole wrapped around my wrist was so exciting and alluring, and I made some in-and-out motions to see the hairs waving back and forth with the motion. He was a hot stud who took a fist as well as he gave it. I pulled my hand out of David and then went in for a few licks and kisses on his swollen hole. It was wonderfully puffy and responded nicely to my mouth. We got him out of the sling, and then we all settled in on the bed to cuddle and appreciate what we had been through. I fully expected David’s visit to be a single night and didn’t expect we’d find as many other guys who wanted to party and fist as we did. We just hit things right this weekend. David went down first to shower, then he came up and got dressed. Zach and I walked him to the door naked and saw him off. Zach said he wanted to relax a bit more before showering, so we went back upstairs and cuddled on the bed. We gave each other a massage, and I really enjoyed rubbing his hairy back and feeling my T dick nestled in his hairy crack. He slid a bit of his dick in me while massaging me, but we knew that we weren’t going to fuck. He helped me clean up the playroom, and then we showered together, got dressed, and I drove him home.

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

For Micky, wherever he may be... Chapter 1 I knock on the door of room 230 as instructed and M lets me in. "Get in here then, we haven't got all day". M is naked already, wearing his leather chest harness. Businesslike, wanting to start the lesson. If you saw us on the street together you'd peg him as my grandfather - white hair and beard, totally bald on top, weather-beaten face with droopy eyelids and bags under his eyes, super fat and sagging everywhere, short stubby cock. But you can tell he used to be something when he was younger, he still has a bull neck, hairy chest, massive shoulders and huge hairy forearms like Popeye. I mean his wrists are like beercans. The sling is set up by the bed. On the bed are laid out the dildos, the gags, the cuffs, the rope, the gaffer tape. The usual. On the dresser are the drugs. A fresh bottle of poppers. A baggie of weed and some rolling papers. Some blue viagra pills. A plastic bottle of liquid GHB, and a dropper to measure it out with. Another plastic baggie of pinkish powder, ecstasy. Next to them, a baggie of meth crystals, a loaded pipe, and four loaded syringes. "Right, get 'em off and come here," grunts M. I undress and stand naked in front of him. "Take two of those imodium and a viagra." I obey. He leads me into the bathroom. He brings the meth pipe, takes a deep hit, then he puts the rubber tube in my mouth and warms the bowl with his lighter. "Suck." Then directs me to blow the smoke into the extractor on the ceiling. I feel the familiar butterflies in my stomach, the outside world disappearing from my mind. He pushes me up against the wall. "Arse out", he commands. Then he roughly pushes an enema tube up my arse. He forces in water, tells me to push it out into the toilet, repeats the cycle until the water runs clear. Then he showers me down, towels me off and marches me back out to the sling. "Time for some drugs". First is some ecstasy. M tips some of the powder into a couple of shreds of paper, and we down one each. I have no idea how much he's given me - I used to obsess over that stuff, now I just leave it up to him. Next is some GHB. "I want you more out of it than last time," he grunts. He measures it out with a dropper, two mil each, dissolved in a mouthful of ginger ale. That's more than I've ever taken before. The salty taste is strong, I know I will feel it soon. Then he lights a joint and feeds it to me until my head is spinning. Then it's time to get in the sling. He spends ages adjusting the sling so my arse is presented to him at just the right height and angle. He straps my ankles wide apart, winds straps around my knees to pull them back so I can relax my legs. Once he's satisfied, he cinches more leather straps tight across my waist and chest and around my upper arms, then clips my collar to the sling so I can't move my head. Then he brings out the handcuffs. These aren't toys - they're proper heavy duty police-issue handcuffs, from an auction. He reaches under the sling and cuffs my wrists together with a metallic rasp that marks the start of the lesson. "Try and get out of that." I wriggle but I'm locked in tight. He examines his handiwork. "yep, not going anywhere, are you." He selects a cock gag, pushes it into my mouth, then stands behind me and straps it tightly around my head. The rubber cock pushes down towards my throat. I gag. Too late to complain now. No question of any "safe word". Then he makes me wait while he gets all his porn running. Which means an age of messing about getting the wifi working and logging in and finding the right video and making sure there's a screen wherever he looks. While I hang there drooling, trussed up like a chicken. M then sits down on a stool between my wide-spread legs and gets out the shaving kit. He lathers and shaves my pubes, cock, balls and arse, slowly and patiently until I'm his little boy. By the time he's done I can feel the drugs starting to kick in. Cold fire ignites beneath my skin. The air between us twitches and swirls. Red and blue fringes on the ceiling lights. The room is silent except for our breathing, the grunts from the porn videos, and the hum of the aircon. He ties a shoelace around my hard cock, winding it around my balls. It takes him a while as he gets it wrong, unwinds and starts again, muttering to himself. It hurts, it's too tight. He likes to torture my cock and balls as he stretches my hole. Somehow, M has become the center of my universe.

I agree with that

I am a thick cocked power bottom that spills his seed everyday. My penis rus my like too, and so does my hungry ass. A misconception has grown up in part of the sex world that males who like taking penis are somehow less male or submissive, and this is a massive falsehood. I have an ass gash that you can park a bus in and am constantly spreading my legs for guys, but I am just as dominant as any top that every doused my ass or mouth with his DNA. I m constantly in cruise mode, constantly horny and always seeking out places I can bate or mate. Any male who lets his penis roam free the way Nature intended is in a much healthier headspace than any religious submissive who spends his life wracked with shame towards his penis and shame over his libido.

An awful lot of right-wingers are racists, whether outspoken about it (rare) or more circumspect. Hair Furor's legal career (as a defendant) started back in the 1970's when he and his father were sued by the Department of Justice over their racially discriminatory rental practices in New York, and it continued right through "They're not sending us their best" in 2015 and "very fine people on both sides" in 2017 and "shithole countries" in 2018. His right-hand man on immigration, Stephen Miller, aka Santa Monica Goebbels, is a Jewish man who's about as big a racist as I've known.

It’s nice to get a satisfied top come back for more but it was surprising to be contacted on Grindr out of the blue by a guy who bred me two years ago. He contacted me first thing in the morning asking if I would be available at about 5.30 pm, so I had to wait all day which was ok as I had things to do. When he arrived he was just as I remembered. I didn’t recall the face but … that cock and body. The cock was thick, long, cut with a big head, curved upwards and rock hard. He was tall and beefy. He was Polynesian, muscular with a traditional tattoo on one arm. i set to sucking his tool and after a while bent over my bed for him to fuck me. Then we climbed on the bed for more doggy before I lay on my back with legs in the air. He pumped and pumped before eventually depositing a big load which seemed to go on for 30 seconds. Hopefully I won’t have to wait more than a next year for the next load.

The post is pinned near the top of the forum. Here's a link:

Thank you for sharing this 🙂 I did do a search for the original post using the title highlighted in yellow but no results were returned. I particularly resonated with; i , for one, appreciate anyone who will "elaborate on why" when they state a position, be it Top, bottom, versatile, queer, trans, republican, democrat, libertarian, liberal, conservative...ad infinitum. To me, all of those terms are just starting places, labels that need elaboration Labels indeed. As a result of waking up within the last half of a decade I now no longer define as Gay (a label in my eyes that I did use for about the best part of 30 years) even though I am obviously attracted to men, and even no longer define myself by my Christian name which is just another label that was given to me. Nor even by my skin colour. I am simply just ME. Maybe I could even strip it back another layer still and no longer define as a Top even though I am the individual that gives the seed. Boxes are for cats! 😸 I am undefinable, ying and yong and ping and pong, lol (yes, I have plagiarised that last bit from a comedy classic). Thank you again.

That's spot on, and thanks for pointing it out. The "issue" of the day, in that nation, was not merely the financial collapse of 10/1929, but the punishing (literally) terms forced upon the German nation by the Treaty of Versailles. The burden of "reparations" to the Allied countries, along with the financial collapse created a storm of upheaval, upon which the would-be dictator played like Stradivarius. To the world's horror, that "man of action" carried out his policies of genocide eagerly and thoroughly. Blaming "the other" - whoever it may be - has often been the cowardly, wannabe-dictator's way in.

Republicans right now in Indiana are pushing YET ANOTHER bill to make trans people's existence illegal and strip away rights like marriage gay people have just barely been able to obtain. They have, not "are, but HAVE created trigger laws so that the moment SCOTUS rips away same sex marriage like they did abortion, my state can rip away over 700 rights and protections for gay people too. FUCK! MAGA! They are literally, in actual practice and policy, no different than nazis in the 1930s. And any queer persom thinking that their ass isn't ALREADY on the chopping block is as stupid as queer Browncoats acting surprised after Hitler turned on them when their support was no longer needed to consolidate power. We have seen this ENTIRE rodeo play out. It involves pink triangle and GENOCIDE. And every single poz or married gay guy here, people who are officially registered with the State, will be their first and easiest targets. Stop ignoring history and grow the hell up if ypu think the Leopards Eating Faces party won't eat your face too.

Why? And please provide facts to support your position.

I was at Ramrod for NYE '24. I had a great time, no fucking on the pool table, butt I fucked a few dudes. It was my night to top.

This is fucking hot. Love seeing a fisting-focused story. Thank you!

Some buddies and I stopped at a popular and very crowded diner after a night of drinking...we started eating but, I quickly needed to take a piss ...as I entered the restroom, a cook was leaving....not much younger then me...a real skinny twinkle and not my usual type of player...didn't think twice and continued to the urinal and let out a wicked piss. I finished and turned and the cook had turned and cone back inside and was standing by the wall...he looked at me and told me he'd pay me to play...I wasn't offended but, said nope...he then pleaded with me and I was drunk enough to say what the hell! So he turned and took a key outta his pocket locked the door. He came over yanked my shorts down and ate my ass then sucked me abit and then I slid right in him and fucked him as he leaned over the counter..he smelled like french fries and.he was saying thank you over and over and that he was afraid to proposition me because he thought I was a drunk redneck fraternity straight asshole but, he's glad he risked it...I told him I was then winked at him as we could see each in the mirror! I then blew a load and then just walked out after turning the latch on the door. Didn't say anything to my buddies, at the table, as some of them were straight. When the server came over , she winked,and said my meal has been payed for...my buddies thought it was the server flirting with me and assumed I banged her in the bathroom!...lol what boneheads!

Chapter 3 Today is to be my first attempt at a new dildo, the Atlas XL, a totally different beast to the black mamba. The Atlas is a Popeye cartoon of a rubber cock, thin at the root, then widened to its fattest near the center of the shaft, then tapered down to the blunt head. The widest part is too wide for me to get my hand around. There's more than an inch between my fingertip and my thumb. That's an inch more than the black mamba. M and I looked at it together online and agreed it was ideal for my next challenge; and a week later, here it is. But it's much too big for me to take sober. To take this new dildo, I'm going to need a slam. There's this whole ritual of kettles and spoons and cotton buds and straps and alcohol wipes and cushions and "clench your fist". That's M's department. I just focus in on his eyes, do what I'm told, and try and ignore everything else. The messing about goes on forever, and I'm terrified the whole time, fighting to keep myself calm, concentrating on my breathing. The needle gets stuck once, didn't work, twice, didn't work. I have difficult veins, apparently. Didn't drink enough water or something. Like nine or ten jabs before finally "ok it's in" and he lets me look down and the plunger is in, point three grams of crystal methamphetamine now in my bloodstream. He pulls out the needle and we lock eyes, silently saying "see you on the other side". I slap on the plaster, lift my arm up, make my peace with the world I'm about to leave behind. Buckle up. Close my eyes. Because sidling up on me now, nice and slow: here it comes. The first prickles are like distant trumpets over the horizon, outriders heralding a stampede towards me, little waves of butterflies in my stomach, flickering across my skin, growing. Here it comes. The room shivers, snaps into three dimensions, like I've been living in a comic book up until this moment. Then, shockingly quickly, I'm accelerating up towards the ceiling. And the ceiling is accelerating with me, and the floor and the walls and the door and the windows. The room is a spaceship powered by this river of electricity coursing through me, pure humming pleasure, smooth as a limousine. Somewhere far away, M is slamming himself, and then he is up here with me. We have just this one moment, this one last chance, to act out our most secret and terrible desires, confess our deepest, most shameful secrets. All the time in the world. But we're in a waterfall and we're being swept away. And M is cuffing my wrists together behind my back again and then there's a wad of cloth in my mouth, "keep your mouth closed" and then he's wrapping gaffer tape around my face. The brakes are off. I breathe, I go under, I see light, I hit the bottom, I tumble, I swim, I float, I sink again, I struggle, but eventually: I submit. I feel the impossibly wide head of the Atlas pressing up against my hole. There is no way I can take this. Too bad. It's coming in. I don't understand, is my last coherent thought as I look up at his wrinkly, pouchy face, his gaze intent on my hole. And then I lose myself in him. From this point on, everything feels pre-ordained, like the most natural thing it could possibly be, no words required, no thought. His aggression rises gradually but inexorably, and my appetite rises to meet it. When the Atlas goes in all the way, I want more. When his fist goes in, I want more. When he alligator-clips my nipples, I scream and cry but I want more. When he tortures my cock and balls, when he spits on me and slaps me, the pain turns into waves of pleasure rushing through me, and I want more. When he feeds me more GHB, more poppers: I want more. When he chokes me or clamps my nose shut until I'm about to black out: more. Even when the G overcomes me and I wake up, unmoored from time, to find his cock exploring my throat, I want more. And then there's a knock on the door.

The world of difference between R and D this time is that one is for our imperfect democracy, the other for an authoritarian regime.

I love sounding. It can sometimes make me cum. However, the most intense is if you sound with another guy. I did once months ago with a sexy guy and it was incredibly intense

Chapter 2 This is the one we call the "black mamba" - about nine inches long, and thick enough to hurt if you aren't experienced. I first mastered it successfully about three months ago, after almost six months of trying. Now it's my starter dildo. M lubes it up and places it on my belly while he works his lubed fingers up my arse. He likes to use only the smallest amount of lube possible. M then walks over to the bed and picks up the dildo harness, steps into it, tightens it up, and spends a while fixing the black mamba into position. He takes his sweet time. My eyes are swivelling as the drugs accelerate. By the time he's ready, I'm almost screaming for him. He takes up his position between my legs and teases my wet hole with the blunt end of the dildo. He takes a roll of toilet paper and slowly makes a wad of it. Then he soaks some poppers into it. "This is what you want isn't it," he says, and holds the wad of poppers-soaked paper over my mouth and nose. He's rough, the fumes are way too intense, I can feel the chemical burn on my skin. I yelp and try to jerk my head away, but he's way too strong for me. He likes to hold me down and force me to take whatever he decides to give me. "I'm going to hold this here until you stop fighting." It's no good, I can't hold my breath, I'm forced to just breathe in the fumes until I'm flying high as a kite. "Relax. Or this is going to hurt," he says keeping the poppers pressed over my face as he slowly works the dildo into me. The pressure increases until the bulbous head breaks through my arse lips and I buck with the sharp pain. He pauses for a second and barks "relax!". I try, but it hurts, and I cry out as he pushes it further in. "You took this easily last time," he grumbles. He keeps pushing. He looks like a kindly old man but there's no mercy from him. He isn't one of those considerate types who hold still waiting for you to "get used to it". He just keeps pushing it slowly further and further into me. He is in control of my body, there's nothing I can do to get away. I know I'll just have to take it. But I can't do it, I can't relax. Then I realise ... this is what I wanted. All those weeks and days and hours of waiting, this is what I was waiting for. And now I'm getting it. So then I just stop fighting. I close my eyes and relax into the intense pressure. The fat dildo just keeps stretching my insides wide open, deeper, deeper, and I breathe in the poppers, and I let it in. "That's better," he says looking down intently at my stretched hole. At some point the tip hits something deep and tight, and I tense up and cry out in pain again, but again he just barks "relax!". I try to explain that it hurts, but the gag muffles me. He slaps me roughly on the face, "shhh". He keeps pushing. Eventually he settles for a slow, shallow fucking rhythm. He lets my insides rest for a while, and the pain eases and I relax a bit. Then he suddenly rams it deeper again without warning, I cry and tense up in pain, he barks at me and slaps me. "Quiet. We'll have security knocking down the door." Then we repeat the cycle all over again. Gradually I get used to the intensity of the sensations. Eventually I'm open, enough so he can ream the black mamba all the way in and out without pause. I still feel the intense pressure but no pain, I'm used to it now. It's part of being fucked. It always takes work like this to get opened up. It isn't "fun" at all. But once I'm open and taking that dildo easily, M pats my head and says "good boy", and I feel stupidly proud of myself. I don't understand why I keep wanting to be subjected to this torture, the pleasure is intense but so is the pain and suffering. I also don't understand why M keeps typing stuff into his phone the whole time. At least, I don't figure it out until later.

For those of us with a physiology that doesn't accommodate big men fully in our mouths and throats or where teeth placement isn't ideal, it's a challenge. I have a shorter and narrower jaw with a smaller arc and it makes sucking in some positions and angles very difficult. I need to open wider than most to avoid tooth contact and that takes effort. I get very good (and a few rave) reviews for worshipful sucking of men's cocks, but if it becomes a session of 30 minutes or more focused only on sucking then muscle fatigue and TMJ problems become an issue. I've also found that swallowing big cocks down my throat most often completely blocks my ability to breathe through my nose, so I've had to master holding my breath and learning to breathe around the cock without drawing attention that I'm doing it. I'd love a larger opening between my left and right molars (a wider jaw essentially) to allow bigger cocks to be sucked and slide down my throat more easily. In lieu or maxillomandibular surgery I do the best I can and always have my hole ready for use.

Well that’s what. I tell my big Dick bud practice. He a a great cock sucker and. Too

If it's an actual matter of size, where his erection is thicker than your jaw's maximum aperture, then you can only do your best. It just doesn't fit, and it's a good thing your cunt has no teeth. It seems unlikely that your mouth is actually that small, though. The only way to know for sure is for him to take control and force it into your skull up to the limits of his comfort. You'll learn what's possible and work towards that goal when you worship.

Pozzed while Cruising 4 We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. In his apartment We walked across campus and all I could think was his tattoos of the biohazard and the scorpion which I thought were a tad aggressive for a college kid. A preppy college kid at that. He was over 6 foot tall, sandy blond hair, had a magnificent cock and was well-muscled. I noticed both girls and guys would check him out as we made our way through campus. His shared apartment was just a block off of campus near a pretty popular sports bar. He made the joke that it was too bad that I was underage to get in to drink, but he smiled. I know a guy that will get you in though if you want it bad enough. I will admit as we walked and talked, I was hard just listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to. He was charming and affable, but that all changed the moment we got inside his apartment. We were both a little sweaty as he led me into his apartment that he obviously shared with another guy. I dropped my bag just to the side of the door and he tossed his bag in front of the TV. He undid his shorts, pulled out his stiffening cock and grabbed me by shoulders pushing me to my knees so that I was eye level to his cock. He fed me his 8 inch hard cock and in one swift motion I had him deepthroated up with my nose in his bush to the point I could smell the other kid’s ass in his bush. He fucked my mouth for just a quick few minutes before he led me on my knees to his bedroom. We were naked before we got to his bed with our clothes scattered about his apartment. He put me on all fours on the edge of his bed. I could feel his fingers explore my used hole. He chuckled when he realized I had a load in me. He began to eat my ass. I only had one other guy do that to me and that was an older guy when I was in high school. I loved it and I begged for more. I heard the outer door open. I asked him to shut the door to his bedroom, but he just slipped his cock into my now well-fucked hole. He bottomed out in me as I heard, what I assume to be his roommate, at the door. “New convert?” I heard a voice say from the doorway. As I heard clothes being taken off. “Yeah, I fucked him just yesterday in the Union, and he came back for more today after getting a load or two earlier.” my barebacker said emphatically. “HOT!!! Mind if I get some too?” he asked from the doorway, already naked and not waiting for an answer. The only reply he got was the guy fucking me pulled out and gave him access to my bare ass. Neither one caring what my answer was going to be. I never even saw the face of my of my new fucker, btut I knew he had a cock just as bigh if not a bit bigger than the first guy. Which I still do not know his name, but I guess I knew him well enough to let him fuck me twice. They took turns fucking me for the next 30 minutes edging themselves inside my ass. When one got close to cumming he would give the other another turn in my well fucked boi pussy. Meanwhile they had fucked the cum out of me once and I was hard again. They would spit on their cocks when I needed some lube, never once letting me off of my knees. They kept dropping hints like this one will be a good convert. The other’s will like him a lot, he will turn so many guys and convert them too. I was puzzled as to what they were referring to. They chatted as if I was not even in the room let alone fucking me. “I bred another freshman today”, the first fucker said, “right before I brought this slut home.” I heard them high-five each other as the other admitted to breeding someone in yet another bathroom in yet another building I did not know about. That is when the roommate grabbed my hips, plunged his cock deep in my used hole and flooded me with what I now knew to be his tainted seed. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my ass as he unload torrent of poz seed in my soon-to-be-if-not-already poz hole. Once he was done, the first guy took back over using his roommates cum for lube pounded my hole. I collapsed on the bed with his cock still buried deep in me as jackhammered away at me. I came again, getting off on being used like a common slut, the thought of being pozzed and being passed around to some other guys. I begged for his poz load for him to breed me and turn me out. He held his cock deep in me as he came letting his cum mix with his roommates. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep while my ass just began to leak their cum. One of them slid a butt plug into my ass to keep me from leaking. I dozed off while they went off and did whatever. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. More to Cum Love the Feedback Always open to chat and/or phone Joey

The following is a heavily modified version of a pozzing story originally posted HERE Where it was a college kid getting pozzed. I basically re-wrote the story from the Top's view point and then added a bit extra to hopefully get everyone's cock out there dripping. ======================================= It had been over a week since I was last able to spread my seed to someone, and the 'itch' was back more then ever. It had been that way ever since I had been pozzed years ago. The virus in me burned to be spread to others, to be pumped into as many holes as possible, and the longer I went without spreading it, the more ‘hungry’ the Virus got. I knew I would have to find some new neg ass to defile or my balls would burst. A bit about me: I’m in my mid 40’s and keep myself in as good as shape as possible. I hit up a chat room for the local college, always a good place to go, full of naive and horny young students. In no time I was chatting up a promising cute college kid. "U horny?" I asked. "Yeah" "Hot pics" "thanks. u 2" "U live alone?" "Have a dorm room but its a single" "I have a condo at a gated complex, want to 2 cum over" "fuck yeah. You have condoms right?" I paused in my typing. Normally I’d tell someone I always fuck raw, that there’s no point to fucking unless you can plant your DNA inside someone’s ass. But I needed the kid to be over here before I could do that. I didn’t want to scare off such a promising neg hole. "i don't have condoms" I typed simply. "i don't either. if u want 2 fuck better pick sum up before I get there" “No prob, just get your ass over here right away.” I finished typing and then logged off before he could say anything else. I was totally confident he would come, and once inside my place it would be only a mater of time before I would be in his ass. Twenty minutes later the phone rang. He had arrived and I buzzed him in through the gates. I was taller than him and nervous sexual tension seemed to flow from him. We made chit chat for a while and sat on he bed drinking Coronas. I caught him looking at my jeans and the hefty bulge in my crotch I sported. My hands were calloused from hard work and my skin was tanned. I told him I was a builder. Then I kissed him. It was long deep and passionate. I pushed him onto his back, pulled-off his shirt, and in no time we were naked and he was on he knees sucking my big floppy uncut poz pecker, which stood hard as a rock about eight inches in front of him. I have a great furry chest and legs. Even my hard abs had a black furry coat. All of it radiated a power of utter dominance over him, a power that was enhanced by the virus inside me. Soon I pushed him onto his back and sucked his own smaller cock off for a while. I sucked he balls, licked he piss slit, licked he ass. My tongue got real deep and felt real good. I waited for him to start to really moan, a sure sign he was feeling his ass loosen up. Then I fed him my dick some more and filled his throat with my dripping death dick. He could barely take it and tried to pull off, but I insistently kept my big uncut manrod lodged in his gullet. "You can do it" I said gently. "Take it. Make me feel good." I wasn’t gentle and knew he had no choice but to suck. I fucked in and out, in and out. Then he felt my thick, rough fingers probing his hole. I got out some lube and started sliding more fingers in. It was like sandpaper in his ass and perfect for what I had planned for him. He gave a sharp cry and tried to pull back but I scraped away, my fingernails roughing up his soft anal lining. Next he noticed me lubing my cock and I could tell he was getting nervous. "Did you go out to get condoms?" he asked. "No" I said. "That sucks" he said. "We can't fuck then." "Shhh" I said gently. "Just let me poke the head in for a second" I said, knowing he wouldn’t refuse. It didn’t take long for him to loosen up. "See, not so bad" I commented as he reached up and touched my huge muscular chest and stroked my chest hair, which was by now dripping with sweat. His hand touched my face. I smiled as he clenched at my beard. I could see the look of hesitation on his face as I pushed slowly inside. My dick kept poking deeper and deeper. I pulled him by the neck down to kiss me. This is what I wanted, for him to slowly get caught up in the sex, in raw animal lust. I could feel his heart racing, his breathing coming in gasps as I sucked air from his lungs into me, leaving him breathless and dizzy as I started to push past the gate of his boy pussy. My raw diseased dick pushed deeper and deeper into his ass as I closed my eyes to picture my poz precum coating his insides as he moaned. Suddenly I felt him move and to his credit, he seemed to have enough self-control left to try to pull away from me. "Ok we should stop" he said, his voice trembling as he made another half hearted attempt to pull off my raw cock. I was ready for this and laughed. "Yeah, we should" I answered. My chocolate brown eyes connected with his, a look of pure domination from me. I didn't pause for one moment as my dick kept on pushing on in. He continued to struggle weakly in my grip until I heard him gasp and shiver. That's when he felt my balls against he ass. "I’m all the way in" I said keeping eye contact. “Doesn’t that feel good? The way men should fuck. I can still pull out, of course - if you want me too.” I taunted him, knowing the answer. "Are you negative" he asked. "Does it matter?" I asked as I started fucking in and out. "Wait, stop" he said. "Shhhhhh" I said gently. "It's great. You feel so good. Let me make you feel good." "We should have a condom" he said. "It's ok. You're going to feel so good. Fucking is all about pleasure, raw animal pleasure" I said, fucking harder and harder. The piston fuck was the most intense feeling of his life. "Just, promise to pull out before you cum, ok?" he asked. "I'll promise to pull out. As long as you ask me to" I said laughing to myself as I said it. He grunted, fucking up a good sweat. His worry slowly melted and he gave over to the sensations he was feeling. Something huge was invading his guts. Pummeling in and out. "Fuck yeah" he finally said "bareback me." My eyes lit up. "Yeah, you like that fuckin' raw dick in you?" "Yes sir, just, please don’t cum inside me." "Fuck yeah pussy boy" I said. "Take it. I'm gonna give it to you good." "FUCK yeah!" he said. He got more and more into it. Eventually I bent him over the bed and rammed him from behind. Then on all fours on the floor. Then I laid him on his back and he slammed himself up and down on my raw unprotected fuckpole with all his might. We fucked over and over, sweat pouring off both our bodies as finally I got him back on his back. He put his calves on my shoulders, and I fucked him till I was red in the face. A big vein started to bulge in my head and I started to breath deeper. "I'm gettin close!" I said. "Don't cum inside" he begged as he grabbed his own cock and started jerking for dear life. I gave him a few more frantic dick plunges then pulled out with a cry. “Wait don’t stop, Im so fucking close!” “Sorry, you said you didn’t want me to cum inside you, so I won’t. That just means the fucking is over, its really a shame, such a nice hole” I said as I slid it back in. “I want to keep fucking you - all you have to say is 'yes'." “Yes, fuck me." “I need more then that, tell me what you want." “I need you to cum, please." “What?" “Cum inside me." “SAY IT AGAIN." “Fucking cum inside me!" He took the bait, relaxing a little bit, thinking I was actually not going to breed him. The instant he let his guard down I acted. I fucked him, long and slow and deep and beautifully, masterfully, riding him the way men were meant to ride boys, fucking him raw and deep and hotly, faster and faster, pumping him hard and vigorously now, getting closer and closer to exploding my hot molten poison sperm deep inside his beautiful boy pussy. I had him pinned beneath me, my cock fucking him relentlessly, preparing to fertilize his virgin ass with my pungent, steamy load of man-sperm. And then I started to cum. I fucked his delightful ass so hard that I could feel the bed beneath him with my cock, as I rammed him hard and lustily. His head banged against the headboard, but he didn't seem to care. He was being fucked beautifully and powerfully, ridden long and well. He had a heated, vigorous stallion astride him, and all he wanted was dick! My hot raw deathseed exploded from my cock, filling him, impregnating him, seeping deep into the inner-most recesses of his guts, becoming part of him. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of my poison. His tight, puckered asshole greedily devoured it, not wanting to let go, not wanting it to end. He wanted more! And so I kept fucking him, my cock still hard as I work my DNA inside his ass. His warm, tight little boy pussy had now been seasoned and broken in by my raw flesh, and filled with my raw sperm. He was truly a man now, and a bareback cunt, at that! He looked me in the eyes, panting. I could see the look of shock and confusion. His body had accepted its new life, but not yet his mind, not yet. "Wh..What did you just do to me!” he asked in a trembling voice. My own dick was still hard as I slowly slid it in and out of his freshly fucked hole. "You asked me to cum inside you" I said, my eyes looking directly into his. "But I, I just said that, I didn’t mean it!" He responded, his voice trembling not really believing his own words "Shhhh" I cut in. "You did mean it. You needed it, and you needed to be free. That is what is so special about bare fucking, you know. It makes you totally free and it feels really good. Just enjoy it and accept my, Gift" I said. I could see the look of fear in his eyes now as I put a special emphasis on 'Gift'. I could feel tons of liquid dripping down his asscrack onto the sheets as I slid in and out of his now hungry hole, his muscles sucking my shaft. "I'm still hard" I said. "I'm going to cum again and this time, you’re going to beg for my seed." Without another word I shoved my still hard poz cock deep into his irrevocably charged hole. He groaned, whimpered and started to grind against. His body had all but given in, though he still offered a half hearted whimper of dissent, I plugged his protests with my tongue and my bearded mouth enveloped his. Once more I sucked the air from his lungs, making him weak and light headed, unable to think straight. I smiled as the coarse hair of my beard scratched his soft face. I started fucking in and out with my poz cock using the cum already inside him as lube. The feeling of his ass, slick with my seed, was amazing. I kissed him more and more as he slowly stopped fighting against me. I could see the look in his eye change as he gave himself over to the fuck. Maybe he knew there was no longer any point in fighting as I churned the charged toxic load in his guts. I’ve seen this happen before when the Virus first gets into a new body. The change can be quick, the ass seems to know what it has received and becomes hungry for more. Finally with a moan he squeezed his ass and I knew he was indeed mine. It felt so fucking good to know my deadly DNA was finding a new home. In my mind I could see his body being changed by the Virus, all his concerns were gone as he let himself go and began actively pushing back. He was well on the path of become a cum slut. I made love to him but also made him my object. "Fuck yeah" he groaned. "Yeah. you like that?" I asked. "Yeah" he replied. "You want my cum?" "Yeah" he again replied. “You want my poz cum? “I don’t care, I need it.” “Then say it, beg for me to poz your hole!” “Yes! Oh, please fuckin' cum in me. POZ ME!!" I piston fucked for about 30 seconds then started grunting. "Here it comes. Here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!!" Then my face contorted like crazy and I let out another animal, angry, vicious growl. "FUCK yeah! TAKE the fuckin' load! TAKE IT!" My dick once more started shooting squirt after squirt of poz jizz all over his by now torn and ripped insides, making sure to coat every inch with my toxic seed. This orgasm seemed far more intense than the one before. He had totally given into the hunger. He had begged for my poz load and as I shot over and over, I could feel hunger of my Virus finally sated, for now. Eventually I felt spent as my loads sloshed around in his ass. As we both collapsed, I held my dick in him for as long as possible, making sure my DNA soaked into his flesh. "That was hot" I commented. "Yeah, it was" he admitted as I held him in my arms, my cock starting to soften but still deep inside him. I felt him slowly coming down from the sexual high we both had been on as I saw my softening dick inside his well-used hole. The kid seemed exhausted after that and soon the two of us drifted to sleep. I awoke in the middle of the night with a hardon that I quickly slipped up into his cum-slicked ass. Half asleep the boy whimpered only slightly as I pushed back in his hole. After shooting two loads already I knew it was going to take a while for me to shoot again. As I was fucking him I started to mutter to myself. “Ass feels so fucking good around my poz pecker. It's gonna feel so nice pumping my charged toxic load inside you again and again” I said in almost a whisper. For several minutes I whispered sweet loving poz talk to him, telling him in a soothing, almost loving voice, how I was going to plant my seed in his well-plowed hole, how my Virus was going to infect his body, going to take him over as it had taken over me. Eventually he was roused from his half slumber as the words sunk in. “You you are poz aren’t you? I mean, you have AIDS don’t you?” I always loved this moment, the moment that they realized just what had happened to them. I was impressed with this boy as he seemed to be coming to term with his new life better than most. I wrapped my huge arms around him and licked his face as I answered. “Poz and full of the Virus for almost twenty years boy. And it is a pretty sure thing it is inside you now boy. I have a pretty aggressive Virus boy, and it will be a part of you now forever.” He shuddered and whimpered as I held onto him. “Oh god, it’s true isn’t it, your AIDS is inside me even now isn’t it?” Hearing him talk about it was getting my already hard dick even more erect as I slowly pushed in and out, making him whimper as he realized he was once more impaled on my deathdick. I decided to see just how much this kid had been changed. “it is, boy, but it doesn’t mean for certain you will get sick. There is a chance my Seed may not grow inside you. We could fuck several times before you might actually become infected.” I said, knowing that it would be one hell of a long shot if his ass wasn’t infected at this point, but I wanted to see how he would react, to see if he would cling to the small shred of hope that he hadn’t been pozzed, or if he would embrace it. Once more the kid impressed me. “I want to be certain….” “Certain about what boy?” I said, pushing my dick deeper inside, making sure he felt it push in against his prostate. “Certain, that I have the Virus, the bug! I want to be Poz!” I basked in triumph over this once prudish boy turned slut. I battered his prostate, making sure his brain was on fire with pleasure as I hammered his well used hole. “Beg for it boy! Beg for my poz cum! Beg for me to trash that body of yours! Beg for me to ruin you with my diseases!” I shouted, knowing I was close once again. “Poz me, Daddy! Please fuck me up sir! Fuck my hole up! POZ ME!” he shouted as he pushed back, his pleading voice sending me over the edge as I hilted deep up his ass. Once more I felt my Virus was his torn and bleeding insides. I could feel it mixing with the previous loads, refreshing the poison inside him. I heard him whimper something and let up on him a bit. “Th-Thank you sir” he said simply. “You are welcome my little pozboy, it’s my Gift to you. You gave my Virus a new home boy, thank you” I said as I still held him tight. There was a moment of silence between us, as though the world held its breath for what would happen next. Finally he spoke up. “Thank you, sir. I knew I’d get infected sooner or later. I needed it. Deep down I knew I needed it.” It wasn’t long after that that the sun started coming up and he gathered his things together. We chatted a little bit, mostly me reassuring him that a life infected was going to set him free in ways he never imagined, that it was something to celebrate. As he headed off to his college classes, I asked what he had planned for tonight. He looked at me and smiled “I’m attending a meeting with the Campus Safe sex organization.”

THE CORRUPTION CONTINUES CHAPTER ONE After the scene at the bistro, Pat’s relationship with his bitch wife was officially over. In an effort to end things quickly, he actually convinced the cunt to take the house (including the majority of the contents) and her shiny sports car as her settlement. No alimony to hold over his head for years to come, just a clean break. And trust me, she’s the kind of parasite who would milk him for alimony until the day he died. Pat continued to stay at the cheap motel he’d been checked into the night he came to me, even though we spent most of our free time together now. He blocked out all of his buddies who tried calling him to ask him, “What the fuck?” when they heard about his divorce. Not to mention the fact that his skank ex-wife felt no shame in spreading the word that he was a faggot now. Little did she know how bad that made her look. She could have had the sexiest man in town all her own, but she couldn’t keep him happy. In fact, I made sure that word spread that she practically pushed him into my arms. And bed. It took so little effort to let everyone know that she was a shrill, frigid, caustic shrew who knew less about pleasing a man than the butchest of diesel dykes. The other reason Pat insisted on keeping the motel room long-term is because he liked the seedy nature of it. We fucked there often, making sure that people walking past or in nearby rooms could hear two guys fucking like animals. He had gone from ‘so naive’ to ‘such a pig’, it made my head spin. And my heart flutter. Despite the motel room, he basically lived with me. All of his clothes were at my place. That’s really all he took away from his marriage. That and his truck. And all of his tools. He was a man who works with his hands and needs his tools to work. He didn’t want anything else from the house. His clothes, his truck, his tools, and his dignity. What more does a horny single hunk need? With no bickering, his divorce was final after a month. After that everything changed. Pat had really gotten to love having a pig at his disposal. I literally sucked his dick anywhere he wanted, and bent over for a fuck anywhere he needed. Basically any time we were in his truck, I was leaning over and sucking him off or slathering his balls. We fucked beside his truck in a packed parking lot, and only one guy walked past us and grunted, “Faggots” at us. He was smiling, though, so he wasn’t going to cause us any problems. He fucked me in public bathrooms, clothing store change rooms, adult book stores and bath houses, cruising parks. Anywhere and everywhere. I was a slut in HEAVEN. But with the finalization of his divorce, Pat took a turn for the darker. He had started paying more attention to the guys around us while we were pigging out. Mostly at the bath houses and book stores, he started to notice some of the men who he hadn’t seen fuck me yet. Well, actually, we’d been fucking so much that he hadn’t told me to take any other cocks since those first couple of meetings. Since we were more ‘together’ it’s just been us. Until he started looking around at other guys who seemed to want in on the action. The sick looking guys. Skinny, wasting, gaunt, with KS lesions. He started asking me questions about them one night as we lay in bed after a particularly satisfying fuck session. “They have AIDS, don’t they?” he asked me, his arms around me, holding me tight to his body while we spooned. “I’m sure some of them do,” I sighed. “Does it ever worry you? You’ve let me encourage you to take loads from a few strangers and I never once thought about what it could be doing to you.” We had already discussed we were both negative shortly after our first fuck session, so he had an idea of what we might be getting into. Although his concern was seriously sweet, it was also getting me royally horny again, and I couldn’t help but shove my ass back towards his cock, which I found, had begun to fill out once again while we talked. “I lived too much of my life worried about the consequences. And I never had any fun,” I told him. “That’s why I started going to the book stores and being a slut. I know enough to know that it isn’t a death sentence, and the guys I know who are infected fuck like you wouldn’t believe. I always felt like I was missing out.” “But those guys who are sick . . . they could die, right? So it still could be a death sentence,” he pointed out. “Yeah, but some men who have full-blown AIDS have let themselves get to that point. They love having the virus so powerful in their systems. It’s a high for a lot of guys.” I continued to rub my ass on his now-hard cock, hoping he’d take the hint. Pat reached around and grabbed hold of my own rock-hard throbbing dick, and he laughed. “Fuck, feels like you might love it, too. Are you seriously this turned on because we’re talking about AIDS?” “I guess I am,” I replied, reaching back and lining him up with my already-cum-sloppy hole until he started to sink back into me. I was surprised to feel Pat get even bigger and harder inside of me, and he growled sexily in my ear as he began to ram me harder from behind. Normally getting fucked on my side wasn’t my favorite position, but this was feeling damn good to me. Intimate. “Uh! It -feels like -uh! like you -uh! enjoy it too!” I managed to grunt out between his urgent thrusts. Pat’s grip around me got much tighter, as if he was trying to possess me, get as deep as he could into my greedy pig hole. “Fucking right,” he grunted. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear him say the words. “Get AIDS. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he roared, squeezing me to him as his balls drained their payload into me. After we came back down and got our breathing under control, I rolled over so we were face to face, kissed him, and then just stared into his beautiful eyes. Pat reached up and caressed the side of my face and smiled at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Get infected, you mean?” I asked, to which he nodded. “I always expected it to happen sooner or later, so I’m fine with it. I just wasn’t sure if it was something you would be okay with.” “It scares the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna lie. But....” He stopped and looked down towards his crotch and then back up at me and grinned. “I think that says it all.” I glanced down. His cock as throbbing hard once again. Clearly he liked the idea as much as I. “Okay, then. Looks like we have a consensus,” I laughed.

When I started out having sex with guys the gay world headspace said you wanted to be like heterosexual relationships but with tow males; promiscuity was frowned upon and derided. Having a tight hole was a sign you weren't a slut so a guy like me who loved taking big stuff most guys couldn't handle was considered to be a slut and a freak (which I openly embraced). That said, all the horsemen I spread my legs for loved how loose my ass was because that meant I could take them--no "it's too big" or "i need to stop/take a break"--and they told me that often. Even one guy who is still the largest human I've ever been mounted by (a true 10.5 x 9 cock) marveled that he had been fucking me for over and hour and I was still taking it. He said most guys--if they could take him at all (big IF)--barely lasted five to 10 minutes and he could sometimes get as much as 20 minutes if they were high. I took him sober, not even poppers. Fast forward to the present where power bottoms like me, knowing how many guys liked our stretched out asses, took control of the narrative. Now, the looser you are the more guys want to see your freak show ass and play in it. I never want for guys wanting to fist, stretch and fuck my slack ass. Today, having a loose ass is a sign you are sexually easy and a very experienced sodomite, but it's viewed as a positive now, not a negative to be shamed for. And stretching your anus, rectum, and/or colon to accommodate the next gargantuan toy or plug or developing a prolapse for so much use is regarded as an Achievement Level Unlocked situation--as if all power bottoms should be striving for sloppy blown out holes like you see in toy and fisting videos (including my own) and cartoons like Dan Draws Boys. Now when I am in a group setting, or meeting up with a guy for one on one play, the fact I am loose is something they look forward to. So no, you're not odd for like a guy with a slack ass. There's always been demand for us guys with bus terminal size rectums, just now it's socially acceptable to have them.

Anyone have a lead on where this shot is from? A few snippets of this vid showed up in a montage, and I think I'd like it...

Sorry viking, my input is not exactly what you are looking for, but I feel compelled to say something nonetheless. I have done some Google searches and taken some photos from my 1994 Oxford Dictionary for the definition of woke and put into an album (see link below). Oxford Dictionary online from what I could see does't even give the bloody verb, argh. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11111-woke/ ''If you put an S in front of words it becomes swords, and that is what words are.... cutting. They can cause you great trouble! Humans are word controlled creatures.'' - Jordan Maxwell. Anyone wishing to see the short video from where I took the above quote I am more than happy to share it! 🙂 I just listened to it again for the first time in ages and was reminded about the corporation that was formed in 1868. Very enlightening. To quote @PozBearWI ''Honest I thought that is what I did with my husband each morning. I woke him''.... When I first saw this thread that is the thought that went through my mind to what the word actually means. Example, a friend calls me: Me: Hello. Friend: How is your day going? Me: I just woke up. If the call is at 3pm that would be very fucking plausible, lol. Correct. Give the man a cock to play with as a reward, hehe. I digress... How can woke mean being ''awake'' in the context presented as it were when according to @topblkmale, quote; Back then it referred to watching out for 'the white man', end quote. Therefore, my question is, who originally coined the term to what the entirely different meaning it is supposed to be today? A manipulation tool by an intelligence agency to cause further division with our beautiful species maybe? Just a thought. 🤷‍♂️ Not heard of the term woke in its present form until about 5 years or so ago. How and WHY did it suddenly enter into the mass consciousness? So many other terms have come into the mass consciousness in the last half decade or so too, unless I have been living under a rock. For me at least our world today is completely unrecognisable compared to a very short 10 years ago. I truly feel like I am living in a simulation. All very unpleasant. A nightmare in fact. I personally do not label myself as being woke, does that mean I am devoid of any empathy? Does that mean I am devoid of any knowledge? No one human holds the monopoly on the aforementioned, yet certain arrogant sanctimonious folk from both sides of the dichotomy go about as though they do, happily mocking and pouring scorn over others whilst not giving a fuck who they upset from their tower of virtue for which I have experienced and observed aplenty of during the last several years or so. As @viking8x6 puts it; ''abuse and denigration.'' Laughing AT someone using the ''laugh'' emoji can easily be used for such cowardly cruel spite too. For me woke in todays world is much like the terms liberal, conservative, right wing, left wing... all divisive LABELS by design. As long as humanity is divided and fighting with one another then we are so much more easier to RULE over! Once upon a time before I awakened four years or so ago from a life long hypnotic trance I would have labelled myself with this and that, now, I reject all of it as none of it works, as I understand it it was never meant to. I just desire peace and harmony within humanity, and we do NOT have that, not by a long mile; sickness, poverty, homelessness, war. From my perspective humanity is completely fragmented, and from what I have learned in recent years that has been the point the entire time. I believe all humans are inherently good people, so what has gone wrong? Are darker forces at play here? At this advanced point, I think so. If that makes me a crazy lunatic then so be it. I have been called far worse. I LOVE to speak with others, discuss and debate in a friendly manner, but it has reached a point where one has to keep ones mouth shut to retain inner peace and emotional well being. The hostility out there on both sides is truly frightening and deeply disturbing - I shy away from it! I hope I am in a safe zone having my say here. To be honest I am apprehensive doing so. I am acutely aware there are rattle snakes lurking, ready to strike, albeit unprovoked. As said, all these terms are as I see them are mere labels with an agenda attached therefore they would become (and are) meaningless if we were just to let it all go and walk away from the noise of illusion. What do I (maybe naively) desire: For humanity to unite and come together and just BE. It is up to us to bring about such peace... US! This cannot come from any given puppet government. Right wing and Left wing --> Same bird! 🐦 If I really had to define myself it would not be on the right nor the left, and not even the centre, no, I would be the Cheshire Cat down the rabbit hole in Wonderland, always smiling and trying my best to make sense of it all via the medium of logic as I dig for what is true. I have learned a great deal yet I haven't even scratched the surface! Love and Peace to my fellow man.

I would note, for the benefit of those drawn to this folder: this is the LGBT Politics forum, so political discussions are clearly welcome here. Like all parts of the site, the rules about politeness to other members apply, but one can be quite critical of ideas - even with heated words - as long as you aren't attacking the person expressing those ideas. As I understand it, for instance, "You're a dumbass for supporting X" is against the rules. "I can't understand why any dumbass would support X", presumably, would not be, because it's not addressed at a member or members specifically. "X is a really dumbass thing to support" is even safer, because it's directly attacking the idea, not the people who support it.

While I have several, top of the list is felching other men's loads out of a gaping cum oozing fuck hole. Nothing better than the taste of cum and ass juice.

Chapter 2 – The Corruption Begins In Chapter 1, I tell about finally meeting up with David, a hot and hairy 24-year-old that I have been chatting with for a while. We’re naked (well, I’m still wearing a jockstrap) and in my playroom. We sat down on the couch in the playroom and felt each other up while making out. David was a good kisser, and I knew that his tongue would feel good in my ass. He was stroking my cock through my jockstrap and making it leak precum. He noticed the wet spot on the front and rubbed his fingers around it, making the wet spot grow bigger. David’s cock was hard the whole time (ah, youth). It looked great standing up in his dense fur. I would lean down and lick off the precum that he was pumping out but held off on a full blow job for a while. I would also massage his balls and move my fingers further down on his body. When I first contacted his hole, he shuddered in delight. He had told me about getting rimmed by a guy, but that guy didn’t like eating a hairy hole. David was going to experience getting rimmed by a guy who loved hairy hole. David said that he wanted to try T, so I asked him if he wanted to smoke a bit. I had smoked some before he got here, but now was the time to share. He said, “Only if you do too.” Of course, I wanted to and was ready to go with a pipe and lighter ready. He had smoked pot before, so he kind of knew the process. I showed him how to melt the crystals and generate some smoke in the pipe. Once the smoke was swirling, I held the stem to my mouth and took a deep hit. I looked him deep in the eyes while I blew out a nice cloud and said, “Are you ready?” He nodded, so I applied the lighter and got the smoke going. When it was ready, I held the stem to his lips and told him to inhale and hold it in. He did, and I watched the rush come over his face as the T hit his body. He exhaled and said, “That was great!”. Of course, this was the opening of a new door in his sexual experiences. I told David we should shotgun my next hit, so we started kissing when I took a huge hit. Wanting to get him really spun, I blew it out into his mouth quickly so that he would get the maximum benefit. We smoked more, sometimes shotgunning, sometimes blowing out our own clouds. David’s eyes were glazing over, and he was looking hotter than ever. During the whole smoke session, we were feeling each other up, and I was pleased to see that David was keeping his dick hard. “Let’s get you in the sling,” I said. It took a little bit of maneuvering to get him in the sling, moved down so that his ass was hanging off the end, and his feet were in the stirrups. Fuck, he looked awesome laying there, with his hairy ass opened and his hard cock laying on his hairy stomach, oozing precum. He was well-spun and looked totally at ease. I licked up some of the precum and took his whole dick in my mouth. He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. I sucked him for a while but didn’t want him to cum yet. There was a steady flow of precum, which I eagerly swallowed down. Taking his dick out of my mouth, I moved down to licking his balls. They were covered in hair and smelled great. I’d look up at him to see if he was doing OK. He was in heaven, writhing and moaning in ecstasy as I worked on his balls and taint. I slowly moved my way down to his hole. Using my hands to massage and open his ass, I was kissing and licking all over his hairy ass. Occasionally, I’d run my tongue over his hole and was pleased to see it pulse in response to the stimulation. Once I knew that he was ready, I went for his hole, licking around it, moving my tongue in a circular motion, and applying some light suction. David’s hairy hole was awesome. The hair looked so sexy, all matted down with my spit, and his hole was responding nicely to the work. He had reached down to spread his ass wider, so I decided to start tongue fucking him. When my tongue first entered his hole, he gasped, and I felt his hole contract around my tongue. But, then, he got into it and laid back to enjoy the ride. “Let me take some poppers”, he said. The bottle was near him, but I didn’t know if he knew what they were, but it was obvious that he was aware. He took a short sniff in one nostril, then a deep hit in the other. While he held that, I lightly prodded his hole. Once I knew that they had taken effect, I went in for some deep rimming. David moved down a bit in the sling, opening his ass up more and shoving his ass in my face. I reciprocated with some deep tongue work and some suction. I was basically making out with his ass. Once the poppers wore off, David relaxed back in the sling and said he needed a break. Before getting him out of the sling, I cleaned up the precum that had worked its way out of his cock during our rimming session. He motioned me to come up and make out with him, so I licked up a nice blob of precum and shared that with him. I helped David out of the sling and gave him a big hug once he was standing. Feeling his hairy body and hard cock pressed up against me was exciting. We stood, hugging and making out for a while, when David said that I should get in the sling. I got in the sling, and he helped put my feet in the stirrups. Once I was settled in place, he sat down on the stool at my ass and said, “Wow, this really does spread your ass wide. Was mine that opened for you?” I assured him that it was. He just nodded and smiled at that. David started by mouthing my cock through my jock. When I party, I rarely get hard. In fact, my dick often shrinks down to almost nothing. It’s OK because my ass is my primary sex organ when I party. David was having a great time working his mouth over my strap. It has piss and cum stains on it, and I know that it has a great, heady aroma. He pulled the pouch aside and sucked my cock into his mouth, tasting the precum that was oozing out of it. He worked his way lower down and took my shaved balls into his mouth. Either he had done this before, or he was a really quick learner since he knew how to give my balls and good workover. I moved down a bit more in the sling so that my ass was even more accessible to him. He saw what I did and moved his mouth lower down, and started working around my hole. He hadn’t told me that he rimmed a guy, but he seemed to know what he was doing. He spent a lot of time licking my hole on the outside and started a bit of probing with his tongue. He was tentative with this, which is understandable for a first-timer, but he got into it after a while. “I really want to fuck you,” he said. I showed him where the lube was, and he lubed up his cock. I grabbed a bottle and applied some to my ass. He placed his cock at my entrance and slid it in. Damn, his thick cock felt great inside me. He soon had a good pumping rhythm going and was really enjoying himself. I took a few hits of poppers at one point and started to ride his cock, moving my ass back and forth in the sling, which elicited some groans of excitement from him. It wasn’t much longer when he said, “I’m gonna cum.” “Shoot it in me,” I replied. He sped up the pace and soon buried his cock deep in my ass as he pumped out spurt after spurt of cum. He looked dazed afterward and kept slowly pumping his dick inside me. The cum had made my ass sloppy, and he was able to slide around freely. He slowly pulled out and said, “That was fucking awesome!” I told him that we’d only just begun. He helped me out of the sling, and we staggered over to the couch. It was time for some refreshments and maybe another round with the pipe. But, the night was young, and we were just getting things going.

When it Raynes it Pours By Hozzel "Ben, Ben, you'll never guess what I did today!" Almost to his apartment, Ben Ramar was accosted yet again by Rainy Rayne. She darted across the street, dodging parked cars. One honked. He had almost made it to the worn steps when she scampered up and took hold of his arm. "I had four boys today! Four! It was great! I'd love to show you what we did." She hopped eagerly, tugged and almost pulled him over. Short, petite, today Rainy was barefoot and bare-legged beneath a black stretch mini. Only one button latched her light-blue denim jacket, just below her firm breasts. Her bleach-blonde hair, short on the sides and spiked on top, cascaded down her neck to the top of her back. Appearing to be a teenager, lines on her face and neck hinted her true age. "Rainy," Ben said, pulling his arm free, "I love your stories but I can't do anything with you. I'm married." He stepped up to the door, turned the rusty knob. "But, but –" she said, "– I know it'll be OK!" "Look," he turned to her. "I haven't the faintest idea why you'd be interested in someone like me. I'm an ordinary guy. I could stand to lose a bit of weight. I'm married and I'm maybe ten, fifteen years older than you." Rainy was always telling Ben who she had sex with, what they did, how it felt, and especially how much she wanted him. She was an enthusiastic, raging butterball of sex hormones that refused to stop. He just didn't get her. Sometimes he thought she was deranged or something but another part of him said she was simply a wild woman who had set her sights on him because he was unobtainable. He turned the doorknob again. It slid noisily in its collar. Rainy wuffed in right after him. "Rainy, please. Go." "Ben, she stays." What? Just inside, his wife Linda was tucked up on one of the big lounge chairs. She peeked above her glasses, set her black ebook reader down. Linda was so devastatingly beautiful Ben's heart ached when he gazed upon her: long black hair and green eyes, red lips, a voluptuous body with long legs to die between. But she had a stern attitude – no one messed with her – and he gave her as much of her way as possible. He even waited on her, did much of the cooking and cleaning. He pampered her and she just soaked up the attention. Unfortunately, despite his repeated loving attempts, they had not had any type of intimate activity in a long time. When he reached toward her, she was stone. When he said something nice, it bounced off her invisible force field. When he tried to gift her, she just silently accepted as if entitled. Still, however, he loved her and was not about to cheat on her, especially in front of her! So, now, he wondered, what the hell was up? Rainy squealed and jumped. "I really want to show you what I did with the boys today!" She tugged his arm again and hopped again. "No!" he said, shrugging her off. Rainy had never been this bold before. Their brief encounters had always occurred outside his flat. He felt extremely uncomfortable. His stomach was not in a good place. He said in a lower voice, "Are you crazy?" Linda stood, the chair creaked. As she strode across the carpet, her long legs swirled beneath a black and red velvet robe. From what he could see, she appeared to be naked beneath. That would be true Linda, too: 'Looketh but thou shalt never toucheth!' "Ben, I want you to fuck Rainy right here, right now." She pointed a tapered finger at him and narrowed her eyebrows. "Don't deny it, I know you've been secretly wanting to do that for a long time – " "No I haven't," he interjected. "– and I know she has it bad for you." Linda stood taller, placed fists on her hips, relaxed her face. "Heaven knows why. You're not exactly a great catch." She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard. He winced. With gritted teeth, she said, "You better fuck her well, too." She turned. "I'll watch." "See! I told you it was ok. You just gotta have faith!" Rainy stepped close again, pressed her tiny body against his. She reached down, her fingers encircled his cock through pleated trousers. Despite his best efforts, he had already responded. Rainy laughed, "Oh goody!" "Cooperate, Ben. Do her, right here, right now, right in front of me." He could not believe it! This was his wife? "But –" Linda squeezed his shoulder painfully again. "Ow, shit!" "Just do her, Ben. I'm going to enjoy watching." She turned, robe swirled again. Her throne creaked when she sat. Like the Queen, Linda motioned with her hand. "Continue." Rainy popped the button on her jacket and tossed it aside. Ben was amazed a woman with such a small frame could hold boobs that large. Big, round, firm, they quivered invitingly. Her small nipples crinkled, needing to be sucked, areolas large and brown. He could not take his eyes off them to look at the rest of her. She unzipped and dug her left hand into his pants and began to squeeze and rub his guilty hard-on. "Oh, bloody hell," he said. "You just can't do this." "Yes I can," she said softly as she knelt down. "You have to, your wife said." She smirked and fished out her prize. He squirmed. She squealed. "I've gone to heaven and hit the jackpot. I knew it! Linda, you were right. He's gorgeous!" She stared as if Ben's cock had hypnotized her. She paused, tipped her head, then knelt further down. Rainy ran her tongue up from the stem to the tip, smiling with laughing eyes. He became hardest within seconds, pointing straight up, the tip nearly touching his navel. "Hmmm…oh boy! You're hung like a horse! I know some guys who'd kill for one like this. I knew you'd be worth it." She stretched her little mouth wide and quickly engulfed him. Beneath his stunned gaze, her head bobbed. Her hand held the base and her other hand was also busy doing something nice with my balls. "Told you," he heard Linda say. Ben had to admit it felt good. Better than good, actually. Rainy was clearly accomplished and her tongue seemed to know the right spots to make him quiver and jerk despite being seen by his wife. The nerves simply enhanced the pleasure. Soon she pulled back and said, "I love this. Do you like it? How does that feel? I did this with the boys today. It's great!" And down again. And up again. She looked up him. "Does that feel good?" She licked him. "I love it! This is so great! I've been wanting to do this for so long." Down again. Gulp, gulp, lick, lick, suck, suck. She looked up with laughing eyes while she worked. Eventually she pulled back, took a deep breath causing those lovely orbs to rise. While she unbuckled his belt, she said, "I'm such a slut! And I love it!" From behind, Linda said, "You are indeed, Rainy. I've seen you. You're a bad little sluthoney, a real cumbucket." "Sure am!" Rainy laughed and dropped his pants. He gawked at Linda. "You saw it?" "Ben, don't you dare turn away! Make her feel great." Rainy looked up with her blue eyes while she sucked. He thought again, This could not possibly be happening! and My wife really is kinky. and Why didn't I know? Rainy went into overdrive for a minute, mouthing him quickly as if she could not get enough. She pumped his cock with her small jewelled fist and sucked at the same time. Perfect. His knob grew taught and deep purple. His body jerked and shuddered. It wouldn't take much. Shortly she withdrew and stood, unhooked her skirt. She was naked underneath, too. Her hips were narrow, bony and her legs trim; she had coloured her thin pubic hair bright green. Grasping his cock again, she went back to sucking with even further unbridled enthusiasm. Privately, Ben admitted there is no substitute for an exuberant woman. Why, oh why couldn't Linda be like that for him? "Ben!" his wife barked, "Clothes off!" Rainy took momentary breath. "This is great!" More sucking. Another breath, "You have to!" And another, "You are gunna come so fuckin' hard for me." He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room – it landed on the sofa – as Rainy pushed his socks and shoes off. She stood, reached, encircled her arms around his neck. With a hop she jumped up as hard as she could. He caught her in time. Her little ass was poised above his throbing erection. She was so tiny and light he could have lifted her himself with no effort. "I'm ready," she breathed. "Put it in, put it in right now. Come on, come on." She squirmed and tried to lower herself onto him. He didn't think he could do it so he put her down onto her feet. Her small hands grasped his biceps and she looked up with big blue eyes, wondering, begging, almost pouting. He had not heard anything: Linda thumped him. He tripped, released Rainy, fell down onto the floor, rolled onto his back. His legs flailed. "Shit!" "Stay there!" she ordered. "On your back, you useless male slut. Rainy, fuck the life out of him." That was humiliating. Had his wife turned dominatrix? She hovered above like a giant statue, hands on hips, robe not quite reveleaing her naked beauty beneath. "Stop staring at me. Stare at her!" He did not feel as if he had a choice here. He was going to be raped by a pretty girl and brutally bossed about by his gorgeous, stern wife. As if she had read his mind, Rainy said, "You heard the mistress! I gotta do this." She jumped, legs wide across his hips, slapped her small hands on his chest, fingers spread. Grinning, eyes closed, head up, she lowered herself onto his thick cock. He didn't go in at first so she pushed and wriggled and pulled her lips apart until finally he popped in. He groaned. She yelped. She was also amazingly tight or he was too engorged. Rainy cheered and bounced until he was completely rooted inside her. Looking up, all he could see was her frizzed hair, big smile and those big boobs. Linda stood behind, staring down at them both. He reached for those orbs. "Yummy," she said. "Ooooh, yes, that feels wonderful! I have wanted to fuck you for such a fucking long time! Yeah, do that, do that." She moved forward and back in short sharp motions, rubbing her clitoris on his hairy pelvic bone. Her breasts flowed in his hands, a warm, delicious feeling. "Oh yeah, love it, love it. Um, this is so fucking good!" She started to pant with each fucking movement. "I'm gonna so come like mad. I did this – with some of the boys." She closed her eyes and groaned. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. Great!" Huff, huff, huff. "Help her out, fuck back!" Linda ordered. She disappeared and the chair creaked again. Ben half-heartedly moved his hips up and down. It would not have been difficult to throw Rainy off, she was so light, but he could not disappoint Linda and he still felt stunned. "Yes! That's it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Rainy ground fast now. "Come on, go, go, ooooo, unnnng, uh uh uh uh." She suddenly threw up her head and yelled very loudly, "Yesssss!! That's it! Oh my fucking God! I'm coming!" She pumped her small body up and down as she shuddered. Ben could feel her internal muscles contract in orgasmic rhythm. "Wow, that was great!" she panted, "More ..." and she laid those magnificent breasts on him. Her hips moved again, forcing his engorged cock to slide in and out. He held her arms. "The boys did me doggy –" puff puff, " – and they got ... on top of me," more puffs, "and ... they fucked me and fucked me." She pulled at him, trying to roll them over but she was way too small. "Even ... in my ... ass. I came so much!" Linda said with a breathy voice, "Ben, you have to make her come again." He rolled them both over. Rainy's legs pressed against his hips. His feet were still pointed at Linda, so he had no idea what she was doing other than watching. But he heard her chair protest from time to time. He proceeded to fuck the small woman as ordered. "Harder. Really give it to me. Come on!" She fucked up at him as hard as she could, her hips slapping loudly. He grunted in time to his own thrusts. Her legs came around his body, her knees drew up and she pounded her heals into his heaving buttocks. "Go, go, that's it … keep doing that ... ung … uh … ugh! yes! … fuck me … great … great … oooh yes, ooooo!!!" And she wrenched her little bucking body with another orgasm. But he didn't come. He was still stunned by this situation and how fast it had happened. Here he was, having sex with a beautiful, fantastically horny woman right in front of his own wife, who demanded that he did what he was doing. He felt both degraded and ecstatic, guilty and lustful, humiliated and elated. The world had tipped to the side. Would he fall off? As if she, too, had read his mind, Linda called out, "Ben, I want to see you come! Keep that tight hairy ass moving!" He now panted himself as he fucked Rainy. Noisy minutes passed. Rainy had another orgasm, then, chest heaving, he rose off her. When he turned, he saw the shock of his life. Linda's robe was wide open. Her beautiful breasts were exposed, her stomach rippled, her legs spread wide, her hand vigorously frotted at her crotch. Her eyes were wide and stared. "Don't just stand there, fuck her and come! I have to see it." Yes, ma'am! he thought. Rainy scrambled up, still breathing heavily, those lovely large tits heaving. She sucked him again but it didn't last long before she spun around onto hands and knees facing away from Linda. She wiggled her arse at him. "Come on, doggy me! Woof!" He paused. A large red and orange fire breathing dragon tattoo covered Rainy's back. The tail snaked right down in between her round cheeks. She wriggled invitation again. He bent down behind her, grasped her hipbones, reinserted himself into her slick passage and started pummelling. He could not only fuck faster and harder this way but also use his arms and hands to move her body, too. "Oh yes!" cried Rainy, "That's it. Yeah, yeah, go for it. Fuck me. Fuck me faster, pump it into me, fuck that prick, come on, go! Do it, yeah, fuck my cunt. I love it! This is great!" He couldn't miss it when she came. He held still as she emitted a long, rolling "Aaaaaaaaaa" sound. When she finished, she pushed back at him. "More, for fuck's sake! More!" It took less than a minute before the next orgasm swamped her. Suddenly, from behind, Ben heard a familiar gasp and moan. He twisted his head while still slapping furiously into Rainy and saw Linda's body contorted and shaking, eyes shut, her long-fingered hand clutching her pussy, middle finger pressed deep inside, working. Her large breasts heaved with her deep orgasmic breaths. Seeing his wife like that set him off. "Ungh!" He grunted and shot into Rainy. "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! I'm coming, too!" and with that she started a high-pitched howl as she kept fucking back on his throbbing stick. When they slowed and stopping moving, Linda said, "There. Now you have someone to fuck. You can stop feeling sorry for yourself. Oh, don't deny it, Ben. I've known for a long time. I've known exactly how I have treated you and how you feel about me, how much and how often you want to stick that wet dick up my cunt. Forget it. You're my cuckold and you'll stay that way." Still rooted inside Rainy, he turned and almost glared at Linda. What crappy things to say. Cuckold, indeed. But still … this experience felt amazing. She said, "Get your mind off me and get out of your funk. Go fuck my sluthoney friend there if you need it. I don't know why she's got the hots for you, but she does, so go ahead. You both have my permission and love. But treat her with respect!" Linda actually laughed. "But –" he started to say. "Ben, I know you love me. And part of me loves you, too, but there's a lot more to me than you know. And right now, I can't give you want you've yearned for. Rainy is my official sub, my sexual surrogate." He shook his head, tried to clear it. The cobwebs stuck. Linda chuckled, "Of course, you never know what else might happen." Still connected to Ben, Rainy turned her head and said to Linda, "How's Mr. Brennon?" "I like him, but he's not good being tied up yet. And he hates the whips." Linda chuckled. Tied up? Whips? "Linda," he said, "what do you mean? Whips?" Her grim nod was her only answer. Rainy pulled forward then they stood up. "Can we show Ben your dungeon?" she said. "Dungeon?" he blurted. "There's more to me than you know," his beautiful, panting wife said. He was still hard and dripped. Rainy grinned then jumped up on him again. This time he held her while standing, eased her down onto his pole and speared deepr. Linda had given him the green light so from now on he would fuck little Rainy Rayne, whenever she wanted it and maybe whenever he wanted it, too. He would do her for hours right in front of Linda and he would enjoy Linda getting off some more watching them, if that's what she wanted, which it seemed. And later, he would make damn sure to learn about her dungeon and secret activities. "Just wait until I tell Bianca," Rainy giggled as she moved on his pole. "We're gonna have a fuckin' threesome." And then she started moaning as he bounced her rapidly up and down. "Oh, and Ben," his lovely wife called, "I'll have you down in the dungeon when one of my friends visits tonight. You can attend to him on my orders. I'll love watching him take your ass." ### April, 2007

thank you party.hard....made my cum jump out of my body...

This is my partner’s fetish too. He likes 55+. He has several hundred 55+ contacts in his phone complete with dates of their breeding and birthdays. my fetish is having young guys breed my partner because he is being humiliated and bullied by boys his age just like when he was in school

Father's rutting cock was pistoning out of Andrews hole, the thick demon cock churning his now loose hole. Andrew was in bliss, he was finally worshiping his uncle, the way he knew he needed too. Suddenly Fathers grip tightened around his throat, choking him. Father's ruts and grunts became more desperate, suddenly Andrews uncle stepped away. Andrew didn't mind, he knew what was about to happen. He knew it was time for him to convert to this new demonic church. Father's cock slammed into Andrew, causing him to cry out. Again, and again the thick demonic cock stretched Andrew, and turned his tight boy hole into a real man cunt. "Please Father, please breed me" Andrew begged the heaving hooded man. "YOU WANT THE GIFT" He yelled, his deep voice booming in the dark of the church. "Poz me Father, knock me up! I want your poz gift Sir" Father roared, slamming into Andrew. He could feel Father as he pumped a massive load deep into Andrew, bucking hard as his tiny cock spewed onto the mattress. Andrews breath was ragged, being rutted into by the hooded man, as he pumped the last of his demonic seed into the now defiled Andrew. Andrew looked up, his body reeling in a high, he locked eyes with his Uncle. Feeling Father now pull slowly from Andrews ruined cunt, he could feel the weight of the piercings drag out of him. He needed more, he couldn't go back to feeling empty. Andrew knew what he wanted, and now converted by Father he knew he could finally be with his Uncle. Staring dead into the eyes of his Uncle, he watched as slowly Dom paced the edge of the mattress. Changing places with Father, Dom looked down at the ruined hole before him. It gaped from the demon cock that had defiled it, dripping in toxic cum. Taking his PA, holding it to the opening he dipped it into the cum ridden cunt before him. He slammed in, forcing his was deep into his nephew. Feeling the boy gave way, he held him down with his superior strength pushing him into the mattress. Andrew moaned as he felt his Uncle punch deep into him, groaning as he felt his uncles PA drag inside him. Andrew tears down his face, as his uncle mercilessly hammered into his hole. Screaming into the mattress and he rammed his already loose hole. "Here brother smoke this" Poz Pig was above him, holding out the pipe to Andrews lips. Greedily he wrapped his lips around Poz Pigs glass cock and took a big hit, and another. Holding the pipe to his lips, Poz Pig smirked, Father like the converters lucid, Poz Pig liked them destroyed. Andrew was now puffing away, a cloud perpetually surrounded him, he was so fucking high. He began to meet his uncles thrusts feeling the cock fuck in Father's load. Sweat was running off his uncle, his manly scent filled Andrews nose, he knew this was where he needed to be. The pipe, again was put to Andrews lips, he had little resistance now. Andrew collapsed again, his uncles hammering into his hole now reaching climax. Andrew was in a blissful state, he knew he was about to get his Uncles strain aswell, he could barely think. lying there taking cock in that blissful state, he felt his Uncle shout slamming deep into him again. "Fuck, take that poz load fag!" Dom shuddered as he shot his load into his nephew and pulled out, filling his own flesh and blood with his strain. He was so proud to have his nephew in the cult, a stranger quickly replaced him, plunging into the loose and loaded hole. It was the congregations turn to add their loads, he knew it would be a day or so before Andrew made it home. He looked down at his nephew, lying there in chemmed bliss, Poz Pig shotgunning him. Boy probably had no idea his Uncle was leaving him there, one of the brothers would drop him off at the house when he was done being fucked. Dom turned towards the church doors, now wearing a pair of joggers. He would be looking forward to having a new fag permanently on call.

rawrawraw76!!! I'm a young faggot here that can't stop jerking off and cum time after time reading your stories!!! Forcing healthy young innocent men into being some chem perverted bitches that were born to be some fucking slut being poz-bred in every holes by alpha men, specially their tight anus turned into a gaping swollen boy-pussy IS SO WRONG THAT IT'S FUCKING SO EXCITING!!! <3 LOVE IT