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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

That's only true in a vague, general sense, if you include oral herpes (cold sores) as well as genital herpes. While both may be caused by either HSV-1 or HSV-2, there's not necessarily much crossover; and while between 50 and 80 percent of adults in this country have oral herpes, only about 1 in 6 has genital herpes. It may be true that the prevalence is higher among people with multiple partners (which makes sense), but even that's not a "most". And things like this vary greatly with geography. When you're in a large metropolitan area that has both a big sexually active population of men having sex with men AND a lot of visitors and tourists passing through, the changes of an infection spreading quickly among a lot of people is a lot higher than if you live in East Bumfuck, West Virginia. And even then, a sexually active bottom may take a lot of fucks from a lot of men, but if most of them are the "sneak off once a year from the wife to fuck some guy's ass" type, chances are good most of them aren't going to have herpes either, which has to be accounted for in the odds. I don't think that's what people are saying. Rather, if a person, FOR WHATEVER REASON, decides that a particular load isn't worth the risk, any reasonable person should accept that and move on; we're not entitled to fuck someone just because many other have, and a bottom ALWAYS has the right to refuse access to anyone, anytime, for any reason. He made that decision, and people (as I see it) are supporting his right to make it, against the top (in his case) getting bitchy and trying to tell the OP how he should live his life ("Don't be a cumdump, then"). I'm not shaming the top for disclosing (I applaud that) but I'm shaming him, in absentia, for being a dick about being turned down. You seem to be extrapolating a lot from your experiences, assuming they're what everyone else here does.

My first real education in learning to deep-throat was laying on my back on the bed with my head hanging over the edge while my buddy fucked my throat. Thwt was his favorite position to cum in a guys mouth. And I absolutely loved it. One of my first encounters involved the guy having me in multiple positions, first bent over the back of the couch when we entered the livingroom after telling me to strip as soon as I entered the door, then doggy on couch, then on my back on the floor. Each position change was more manhandling me into the positions than speaking, and again I loved it. I drove a while to meet my first true Dom, and we teased each other the whole way with explicit texts and once I was there and the door closed behind me I got one hell of a taste of being dominated, and I REALLY loved it. I'd say my realization that I enjoy being sub to a dominant guy came over time and experience. Lots of messy, hot experience.

NOTE This is NOT my story, I found this on an old zipdrive of ancient porn. If anyone knows where it came from, let me know. ================================= Possession: Sam & Seth Sammy didn't know this was going to happen. Actually, he didn't know what exactly to expect when he decided to do this. He had heard and read stories from other people about the excitement of tea-rooms, as well as saw some of the graffiti in some of the stalls around school. But this...this was beyond his most horrible nightmare. Sammy Van, quiet and unassuming student at New York University, was just a horny 19 year-old college student looking to get his rocks off during finals time. Cramming for economics wasn't all that much fun, and it was beginning to frustrate him beyond tolerance. At 5'9" and 145 pounds, Sammy was considered to be a cute Asian boy. He went to the gym and ate healthily, resulting a nice tight body. He'd gotten stares from both men and women; mostly, they said, because of his nice lips and big smile. And tonight was no exception. Sammy had gone to the bathroom at the library, to take a piss. Standing in the middle of a row of unoccupied urinals, he started to piss. There was only one other person in the bathroom, and the guy was using a stall tucked away at the end of the room. Every so often, Sammy'd turn around and look at the jeans and white underwear crowded around a pair of Nike sneakers. He could tell that the guy was white, with nice hairy legs. Sammy let his dick hang out after he finished pissing, and turned around again, and caught just a flash of movement. The guy was peeking out from under the partition and raised his head as Sammy turned around. His dick started to get hard. A faggot. He thought about a nice hot mouth on his cock, and how good that would make him feel. Stroking his cock a bit, he turned again and watched as the shadow on the floor got darker and bigger. The guy peered out again, then sat up. Smiling, Sammy moved over to the urinal right in front of the stall. He turned around and looked at the sliver of space between the wall and the stall. Blue eyes were looking back at him. His cock was rock hard then, so he turned a bit and waved his 6.5" and smiled. he crinkling blue eyes told him the guy was also smiling. The stall door slowly. The guy stood about 6' tall, lean and wiry with big nipples and a huge cock. Around the cock, which Sammy thought might have been eight or nine inches, was a steel cock-ring. Jeans around the ankles and a white t-shirt pulled over his head, the guy was pretty naked and hot. His cock was shiny and wet as his fist moved up and down the shaft. Sammy took a step and moved toward the stall when the outer bathroom door squeaked. Both of them rushed back into place. The intruder came in and went to an unoccupied stall. After a bit, the smell of shit wafted through the bathroom. Sammy sighed, and put his dick away. He rinsed off his hands at the sink and made to leave when a stall door opened. The guy came out and smiled at Sammy. Sammy left and the guy followed. "Hi," he said. "I'm Seth." Sammy introduced himself and smiled again. "So," Seth said. "You wanna go somewhere?" "Sure. Where have you in mind?" "How about the MEC building? It's pretty late and should be deserted. We can have some fun." Seth gave him an evil smile. Sammy nodded, and the two of them made their way out from the library building and toward the MEC building. They rode up to the 7th floor and ran into no one. The 7th floor was spotless and white, with all the main office doors closed and dark. "They don't usually lock up the floor until 9. And nobody comes up here. C'mon, let's go to the bathroom." Seth led the way to a bathroom tucked behind the elevator area; it had a wheelchair panel on the front. He opened it up and let Sammy walk in, then shut the door behind him, locked it, and flicked on the light. The bathroom was meant for wheelchair-bound individuals, and as such, roomy. The only sound was the slight humming of the fluorescent lights and the elevator shaft. "It's pretty sound proof," Seth mentioned, "so don't worry." With that, he pulled Sammy close began to feel him up. Seth had big hands, and they roamed over Sam's body and grabbed at his crotch and ass. "Mm," Seth growled, "nice and firm." He stripped Sam of his jacket and threw it into the corner, followed by the t-shirt. "Nice and smooth," he said as he ran his hands over Sam's chest and belly, then back to his nipples. Seth pinched them and pulled on them, making Sammy groan. "Oh yeah, hot fucker aren't you?" Seth hissed as he bent over and licked at the nipples, first the left one, then the right, and then back. Sammy closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling the thick tongue tickle his tits, getting them hard and sensitive. Suddenly, Sammy gasped out loud. Seth had bitten hard into his left tit, and was flicking his tongue on the small point of flesh stuck between his teeth. Just as quickly, he let the tit go and slathered it with spit. The charge made Sammy's cock throb against Seth's big hand. Seth attacked the other tit the same way, eliciting another gasp. Seth continued the attack of Sammy's tits for 15 minutes, putting Sammy in a fog of pain and pleasure. Meanwhile, Seth's hand were busy unbuckling the belt and shucking down Sammy's jeans. Seth's hand dwarfed Sammy's 6.5 inches, mauling them as he stroked up and down. Sammy moaned out loud, making Seth chew harder on the tit. This made Sam wince. "Ah...lighten up man. It hurts." Seth pulled off the tit, and smiled. "Don't worry. It's supposed to." With his free hand, he began pinching the sore tit and went to chew the other one. Sammy cried out as he felt Seth's teeth and tried to pull away, causing him more pain as he stretched both the one caught between Seth's teeth and the one between the fingers. "Ah...!" With nowhere to go, Sammy relented and took the pain as his eyes watered-up. Seth stood up straight, both hands on those sore tits and smiled at Sammy. The tits weren't as pained now that Seth's fingers massaged them. Sammy let out a groan. "See," Seth smiled evilly, "I told you." He pulled on Sammy's tits to get him closer, and bent down to kiss him. Sammy turned his head away. Seth looked at him, surprised. "Not a kisser huh? That's okay." Sammy smiled, then twisted his lips and cried out. Seth had cruelly pulled and twisted his tits. "Mmm...that hurts huh?" he said, then twisted some more. Seth put a foot on Sammy's jeans, and took off his own jacket and t-shirt. Seth had a big chest, and big long nipple on each pec. Abruptly, he gripped Sammy's head and pulled him to a tit, and said, "Chew 'em. Hard." Still dazed, Sammy took it in his mouth and tongued it. He felt Seth's hands on his ass and tried to raise off the tit, but Seth locked him there with his bicep. A loud smack rang in the bathroom before Sammy felt the sting on his ass. "I said chew 'em hard!" Seth yelled. Then he delivered another hard slap. Tears welled up in Sammy's eyes again, but he chewed on the tit. Hard. Sammy was furious at the slaps and the rough tit play, and tried to show Seth he gave as good as he got. Seth groaned as he felt Sammy's teeth sink into his nipples. "I'm gonna beat your ass now. And if you stop chewing on my tit, you're gonna be sorry, you stupid chink." A rain of hard slaps fell on Sammy's exposed ass, setting his ass on fire. At first, Sammy kept chewing on the tit, but with each blow sending sharp pains through his body, Sammy started to cry out! "I told you to keep chewing!" Seth hissed as he punctuated each word with a hard slap. Sammy bit hard, and Seth groaned and stopped his beating. Sammy sighed with relief even as he chewed, biting deep into the fleshy nub. Seth pulled him off his tit, and looked at the tear stained face. "Beautiful," he murmured. Seth dropped to his knees and took Sammy's cock in one gulp, and began a hot blowjob. Still reeling, Sammy's mind floated from a haze of pain to a haze of pleasure. Seth was an expert cocksucker, and teased Sam's head with his tongue while he sucked the shaft. One hand gripped Sammy's balls and rolled them around, while the other held onto the fiery ass, slowly caressing each red cheek. Sammy started to pant and piston his hips. Saliva dripped down his balls and Seth's chin, onto his briefs and jeans, but Sammy didn't care. He was riding a wave of pleasure and he felt his cum bubbling up in his balls. He let out loud moans, which made Seth suck harder. He was close to cumming, and pistoned faster. He opened his mouth to groan again, but a scream came out. Seth gripped his balls in a massive fist, making Sammy's knees buckle. Then he felt teeth digging sharply into his cock head. Sammy's hands grabbed a hold of Seth's ears, but that didn't deter the cocksucker. The more Sammy pulled on Seth's ears, the hard the grip became, and the deeper the teeth went. Biting his lip, Sammy let go. And Seth resumed sucking his cock while still crushing his balls. A weird flutter of pain and pleasure ran up his spine and into his stomach from his balls, making him dizzy and his cock harder. Another hard bite made him cry out. Another cry came when Seth's hand left his ass and mauled his tit, trying to rip it off his chest. Then it was gone, and another bite took place. His balls were being pulled toward the floor, and Sammy tried to squat, to relieve the pressure of Seth's pulling. His balls were bunched up at the end of his scrotum, and he could feel the skin go taut. White spots crashed into his vision and he let out a loud scream. Seth's free hand turned into a fist and connected with Sammy's exposed balls - hard. Sammy's knees gave out and he blacked out from the pain. Sammy woke up on the bathroom floor, unsure of where he was. He had passed out for a few seconds. Seth was sitting on the toilet, watching him. As soon as he saw Sammy awake, he pulled him up by his ears, and planted his big lips on Sammy's. His tongue forced its way into Sammy's mouth. Spit was pushed into Sammy's mouth, and down his throat. Some drooled out the side of his mouth, onto his face and neck. Slowly, Seth pulled Sam between his leg, his big cock rubbing against the smooth chest. He encircled his legs around Sammy's torso, pinning his arms at his side. And he squeezed tight. One hand gripped Sammy's throat and held his head tilted up and the other covered Sammy's face, pinching his nose closed. Sammy started to moan and tried to thrash around, but Seth held him tight. Seth forced his breath into Sammy, and then sucked it back into his own lungs. Every now and then, Seth breathed through his nose and got some fresh oxygen. Sammy floated. He didn't know anything else but the rhythm of Seth's breathing. And his mind was fogging over. He was high. He'd stopped thrashing and just moaned as more and more carbon dioxide was forced into him. Slowly, Seth moved his hand from Sammy's throat to his tit. The boy responded instantly, moaning and pushing his chest into Seth's cock. After 15 minutes of control Sammy's breath, Seth stopped. He pulled his face up and watched Sammy's glazed eyes flutter as oxygen hit his system, sending him even higher. With both hands he mutilated the tits on the boy's chest, and lowered his head to chew on the boy's neck and ears. Sammy arched his back in pleasure, riding the buzz and feeling the electric sensations zipping through his body. Seth gnawed on the lobe without mercy, occasionally lashing his tongue wildly in the ear, then back down onto the neck, making Sammy shiver with delight. Sammy moaned and whispered incoherently, grunting every now and again as Seth pinched his tits a bit harder. Seth leaned back and loosened his leg hold. Lewdly, he spread his legs far apart, making his cock stand up proudly. With his hands still manipulating the sore tits, he said, "Suck it." Sammy hesitated until a fingernail dug into his tit, making him quiver. He bent his head and stared at the cock, cut and red, angry. Another yank on his tit made him open his pretty mouth wide. And then his lips enclosed the head, and Sammy's mouth slid down the cock. The taste of the cock assaulted Sammy's taste buds. A strong musky flavor, tangy and sour, mixed with the salt of sweat and cum. Seth had fucked an ass earlier, cum in it and didn't wash. Sammy savored the flavors. He'd never sucked a cock before. Always, he'd been the one receiving the blowjob. He went down until the head touched the back of his throat and came up. And repeated the motion. After a few moments, Seth put his hand on Sammy's head and pushed, slowly, firmly. When the head touched the throat, his hand kept Sammy from backing off. With the other hand, he forcefully twisted the tit. Sammy's attempt to cry out was cut off when Seth jerked his hip and lodged his cock into the Asian boy's throat. Then, with his hand, he pushed Sammy down further until all 9.5" were in the boy's mouth. Sammy thrashed on the floor, gagging, mucus and spittle flying out of his nose. His faced turned a dark red and tears streamed out of his eyes. He was suffocating. Convulsively, he tried to swallow, but the large cock lodged in his throat stopped him. Sammy thought he was going to die. Then, his body took over his fear addled mind, and he started to breathe through his nose. Wet, bubbly snorts filled the bathroom. Seth smiled and watched Sammy's chest heave, from fear, from exertion, from effort. Keeping himself lodged tight in the throat, Seth got off the toilet and grasped two large handfuls of hair. Starting slowly, he pulled his cock all the way out of the gaping mouth. Strands of mucus and spit clung to his cock, connecting a wet web from cockhead to mouth. Then, just as slowly, he pushed it in, all the way in, until a gurgle from the prostrate boy tickled his head. Again and again he repeated this motion, fucking the mouth, picking up speed as he went, until he was thrusting fiercely into the throat. The boy kept his teeth to himself, mostly. Every now and again, the side of Seth's cock scraped along the back teeth, causing Seth to suck in some air at the sharp pleasuring pain. After a bit, Seth pulled out, impressed that the boy was able to take him to the root without difficulty. "I need to cum," he told the boy on the floor. He sat on the toilet again and splayed his legs. "C'mere. Jerk off on my dick. I want you to cum on my cock." Sammy stood up unsteadily. His knees were sore, and so was his jaw. But the opportunity to cum after this long ordeal was too enticing. Seth pulled him closer, making Sammy straddle him. Seth was slowly massaging his big cock. It was red and shiny. "Go on. Beat off." Sammy started jerking his dick, stroking it with his hands. He gasped out loud as Seth started pinching his tit. Sammy tilted his head back. It felt good. Suddenly, he yelped as stars exploded in his head. Seth smiled wickedly. Seth gripped his cock at the base and whipped it again, hard and fast against Sammy's exposed balls. The Asian boy tried to close his legs to protect them, but straddled like that, he couldn't. "Keep jerking off or I'll beat the shit out of you," Seth growled. He watched Sammy's face clench every time his big cock smacked those balls. They dangled and swung back and forth, dark red. The boy's body jolted with every smack, and Seth felt the legs tremble. He stopped pinching the tit and brought his hand back to the boy's crotch. He placed his palm behind the balls, and rested them against it. The he looked up, and hissed, "Listen up. If you stop jerking your dick, I'll rip them off. Got it? If you cum, I'll stop beating your balls. Sound fair?" Sammy groaned, and broke into a cold sweat. Slowly, he nodded. He started stroking his cock again, bracing himself for the attack. He yelled out when the dick connected with his tender nuts. Ruthlessly, Seth whipped his dick against the trapped balls. The boy's face was contorting nicely, making Seth harder. Ten minutes later, Sammy's cock erupted. Sammy nearly flogged his dick to death to cum and stop the barrage on his balls. When he came, his balls pulled up tight, making the assault on them ten times worse. And he shot the biggest load in his life, four spurts sailing over Seth's head onto the wall behind him, twice in Seth's face, and a procession of shots on Seth's torso. Gasping for breath, Sammy hung his head, beads of sweat dripping down his face. His body wracked with shudders as he calmed down. He watched as Seth took swipes of his cum and massaged them onto that big cock. Sammy closed his eyes for a second, and felt Seth's hands on his tender balls. Seth pulled the balls out of the way, and slipped his cock under them, lining up the slick and slippery head with the boy's asshole. Seth watched Sammy's head snap up, his eyes wide with surprise. The boy's face drained of blood when he let out a piercing scream. Seth had held his dick upright, hard against the boy's hole and, with his own legs, knocked the boy's wobbly ones out from under him. Gravity pulled the boy swift and hard, impaling the boy's smooth virgin ass onto the huge cock. Sammy felt like he was torn apart as Seth's cock barreled its way into his ass. A cutting pain lanced up his spine as the nine and a half inches rammed up his hole, tearing into his body. As he tried to get up, Seth pulled his down again, driving his dick deeper into his ass. He screamed again. Seth gripped his shoulder with both meaty hands and began to pump relentlessly, ignoring the screams of pain. Tears streaked down Sammy's face as the invader battered his rectum, stretching his ass out. Seth angled each thrust differently, punching different places within the ass. Seth smiled as the young cute face turned ugly with pain. Then Sammy passed out. Seth stopped when the boy passed out. He leaned forward slowly, and let the boy onto the floor, his hard cock popping out of the abused hole. Flecks of blood, shit and cum flew onto his stomach as his cock slapped against him. He turned the boy over, and propped the boy's knees under him, raising the ass into the air. He watched as the asshole clenched of its own accord, smeared with shit and blood. Spitting onto his cock, he lined it up and slid in. Seth thrust roughly, slamming in and pulling it back out, then slamming it in again. He fucked the unconscious boy for a few minutes, until the boy started to moan. He watched the eyes as the Sammy woke up, eyelids fluttering open. Sammy's moans turned from groggy to erotic within seconds, as Seth's cock punched the prostate button. The smell of sweat and sex and shit hung in the air. Sammy realized that he was being fucked. He raised himself off the floor with uncertain arms. The cock punched this magic place in his ass and sent a jolt of energy through his body. Unable to control himself, the boy let out a groan. Sammy's body was on high sensitivity, every jolt electrifying his nerves. He felt Seth's thick fingers grip hard and painfully onto his hips. He felt the large hairy balls smack against his every time Seth buried his huge cock inside his ass. The hairs on Seth's legs rubbed against his ass and thighs. Drops of sweat dripped from Seth's face onto his back. And Sammy felt every twisted, veiny inch of Seth's cock as it was drilled ruthlessly into him. Seth watch the boy try to pull away from his fucking cock, and smiled. The boy groaned every time he slid in, and his arms nearly buckled. With a firm grip, Seth just tugged the boy back onto his cock. Fascinated, Seth watched the boy's back. There were already black and blue marks where his fingers dug in at the hips. Right at the top of the ass-split, the skin was red and raw from being stretched so taut. Sweat beaded up all over the boy's back. Seth was in ecstasy. He reached out with his left arm and grabbed the boy by his hair, and yanked back. Sammy cried out as he felt like his scalp was being ripped off. Seth bucked his hips and drove his cock deeper, turning the painful cry into a groan of pleasure. With his right hand, Seth snaked it between the boy's legs and felt his hard-on."You like this rough fuckin' don't you?" he hissed, "you like being my bitch." Seth jerked viciously on the cock, concentrating on the sensitive head. "Ahhh..." moaned Sammy, squirming uncontrollably as Seth's hand manipulated his cockhead. The sensation was sharp and pleasurable, almost unbearably so, making him want to cum and piss at the same time. He tried pulling away from the hand, only to back up onto the cock, pressing it into his prostate, making the pissing sensation even more intolerable. "Please, stop...oooh." "C'mon bitch, I know you want to. Do it. Piss all over yourself," Seth said. Even more furiously, he rubbed his palm against the head. "Ahhh...!" Seth felt a hot stream of piss fire into his palm. He laughed as he grabbed the cock and aimed it at the boy, away from the floor. With a sharp push of his left hand, Seth tucked the boy's head under, chin against his chest. He whipped the cock until the hot stream of piss began splashing against the boy's face, flooding his open mouth and nostrils. With every thrust of his cock, the piss-stream surged forth. Seth reveled in the boy's ass muscles undulating as the bladder emptied itself. It was like a little hand gripping his cock. Sammy snorted as piss filled his mouth and nose. The tangy salt taste lingered in his mouth even when he stopped pissing. It dripping off his chest and face. Once again, he started crying. His tears just mingled with the piss, dripping into the big puddle his was above. Seth released the grip he had on his hair, easing the ache on his head. Abruptly, Sammy realized that Seth stopped fucking him. His ass was still filled with cock, but it wasn't moving. Sammy raised his head and turned back to look at Seth. The handsome man looked down at the Asian boy stuck on his cock and sneered saying "I have something to tell you, I'm close to cumming. And if I do, you're going to get an ass-ful of toxic charged cum. Do you know what that means, boy? It means you're gonna get pozzed. I'm gonna fill you up with some lethal HIV pozcum." "What?" Sammy yelled. Frightened, Sammy started to pull off of Seth's cock. But Seth grabbed his hips. "Uh-uh," Seth said, "stop right there. You keep pulling, I'm just gonna pop into you right now." Sammy stopped. "Please, don't cum in me," Sammy whispered, scared and keeping his eyes on Seth's face. "Just let me get off your dick." "I will. Maybe." "Please, I don't want to get infected." "You don't want me to shoot in you?" Sammy shook his head. "Then you'll do what I say?" "Yes." "Good," Seth continued, "so let's play a little game. If you win, you get off my cock and I won't infect you. If you lose, well, what can I say? Deal?" Sammy didn't really have a choice. He was impaled on a large hard cock that was filled with dangerous cum. He didn't doubt that Seth was close to cumming. He was close to cumming with Seth fucking him, and Seth's cock ripped his ass open. Sammy knew enough about HIV to know that if Seth came up his ass, there were more than enough exposed for the virus to get into his body. Slowly, resignedly, Sammy nodded. Seth smiled evilly, broadly. "Okay, here're the rules." He pushed his cock deep into Sammy's ass. "I keep still like this. You have to turn your body around so you're laying on your back in your piss. Trick is you need to keep my cock in you until you're on your back. Then pull off. Once you're off, you're safe. Simple. But, if you pull my cock out before that, I'll just fuck you until I pop my load in your ass. So, you ready?" This was definitely harder than it sounded as Sammy soon found out. But, eager for the deadly cock to be out of his ass, the boy immediately started trying to turn himself and finish this silly dangerous game. He keep his ass against Seth's belly, and tried to lift his right leg over. Sammy got his right leg as high as Seth's shoulder, and got stuck. Soon, he felt himself sliding off the cock, and began pushing himself back on, fearful of what would happen if the cock left his ass. Seth was enjoying watching the boy contort himself on his dick, and was further enjoying the feel of the boy fucking himself back onto his enormous dick. He smiled at the grimace and determination on the boy's face, red with effort and fear. He reveled in the obscenity of the boy's splayed body. Seth pulsed his dick, making it wiggle in the tight ass, and savored the flash of worry on the boy's face, thinking that Seth was cumming up his ass. Sammy carefully moved his right leg back down. A better approach came to him while his leg was stuck on the shoulder. With both knees back on the ground, he rested a bit. Slowly, he crossed one, then the other leg, to Seth's right side. Balancing himself at an odd twist, Sammy shifted his torso until he was facing Seth and resting on both elbows. Propped up by his elbows, Sammy gingerly lifted his right leg, moving it past Seth's right shoulder, over his head, and rested it on the left shoulder. Quickly, Sammy moved his left leg to the right shoulder. Sammy breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally on his back and Seth's cock was still in his ass. Looking at Seth's face, Sammy slowly backed off the huge penis. Relief flooded through the boy when the cockhead finally cleared exited his asshole. Sammy just laid there in his pool of piss shaking with relief. Eventually, he looked up at Seth, still kneeling there, hot and handsome, with his huge cock jutting out away from his body, red and bursting. Seth got down onto Sammy, laying on top of the boy. He rubbed his hard cock against the boy's, who was still hard despite everything that had happened. "That wasn't so bad was it? See, now you're off my pozcock," he chuckled. Seth bent down and kissed the boy, thrusting his tongue in and out. Sammy held still as the man's tongue invaded his mouth. He couldn't believe that he was still hard, his blood was still pumping through his veins at fast and furious. The rush of fear that came with the deadly dick in his ass gave him such a rush. Still, he'd be out of his mind to enjoy that. Sammy heard himself moan as Seth's fingers once again found his tits and played with them. Splayed on the cold bathroom floor, Sammy responded to the manipulations, feeling his cock slip and slide next to Seth's, spreading his own ass-juices around. He felt Seth hump his cock, grinding it into his own dick, making his whole body tingle. Despite himself, Sammy spread his legs a little farther apart. Seth brought one of his hands off Sammy's tit and over his face, covering his nose. Seth inhaled deeply and exhaled into Sammy. Over and over again, until he sent Sammy soaring on a carbon dioxide high. Electricity shot through Sammy as he felt Seth's public hair scrape against his ball. Again and again, Seth pulled and twisted hard on his tits. Seth heard Sammy moan into his mouth. Slowly, with each hump of his cock, he brought it lower, and lower, trailing slime and precum down the kid's cock, over his balls, and finally, coating the already slick asshole with more juice. Again, he heard the Asian kid moan as he continued the breath control. He humped and pushed his cockhead into the waiting hole. Again the kid moaned. Seth raised his head a little, taking his mouth off the boy. "What did you say?" "Fuck me," groaned the prone Asian boy, "please." "Yeah?" Seth breathed in reply, feeling a spark of uncontrollable lust surge through him. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes." "You want me to put my hard, charged pozcock up your ass? You want me to shoot my poz cum up your ass?" Seth hissed, twisting a tit hard, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Ugh...yes...please...fuck me...rape my ass...fill me up with your poz cum. I..I don't care just Fuck me! Fuck me to death!" Seth jammed his cock up the boy's waiting hole with one thrust. Both of them cried out: Sammy at the pain of the sudden re-entry of the big dick, and Seth as he felt his cock lunge back into the ravaged asian ass. On the edge of shooting for so long it didn't take much for his balls to contract and squirt shot after shot of diseased cum into the boy. Seth drunk in the moment of infection as his balls spewed out their poison. Wishing the moment of orgasm could go on forever. With every shot of his pozcum, Seth thrust himself farther and farther into the boy's ass, working the fresh seed as deep as possible so it would take root. His blasts of seed so intense it finally backed up causing his cum to ooze out around his cock. Finally, Seth collapsed onto the boy, breathing hard, barely able to keep his head up. After a few seconds of silence, Seth propped himself up, and looked down with pride at the boy he just infected. The boy still had that glazed look of sex. A quick glance told Seth that the boy hadn't cum yet, wasn't able to since his arms were pinned when he was being fucked. The boy was slowly grinding his ass against the big dick still inside him, his mind totally lost to what had just happened. Seth got up, and pulled his dick out slowly. The Asian boy mewed as the cock left him empty. Dribbles of cum escaped the puffy red ass-lips when Seth pulled the big head out. Seth shuffled up the boy's body, and put his cock at the boy's mouth. Automatically, the boy opened up. Seth watched as the cum and ass-juice covered cock slid in. "Look at me," he whispered. Instantly, the boy's eyes raised to look at Seth's face. "You belong to me now. You're mine. You took my poz cum into your body, and I will be inside you forever." Sammy whimpered and nodded his head as he sucked the large dick harder. Seth pulled his cock out with a pop, and stood up. Sammy's eyes followed Seth's every movement. The watched Seth tower over him and aim his dick. "Open wide." The boy's mouth stretched as wide as possible, looking longingly at the cock. Seth's piss slit gaped open a few seconds before a stream of golden yellow piss blasted out, hitting the boy right between the eyes. The boy moaned and began cumming, shooting ropes of thick white cum onto his stomach. Seven thick shots fired out of the red cock, slowly mixing with the cascade of piss, and dripping off onto the floor. Seth guided the stream down into the open mouth, and watched with satisfaction as the boy swallowed big gulps of piss. When the last drops were shaken from his dick, Seth started pulling on his clothing. Some of it was damp from the piss on the floor. As he tucked his shirt in, he looked over at the boy, still laying dazed on the floor. Seth rummage through the boy's jeans, and found the wallet. He took a look at the I.D. before putting it in his pocket. He took one last look at the boy, and tossed the wallet onto the boy's wet chest. He left the bathroom, headed towards the elevators and smiled. "Got another one."

I am a bi guy that has been recently liberated of my marriage. I have been fooling around with guts for going on 30 years. Although I did take one hell of a break for the first 15 years of my 17 year marriage. Well now that we are done it’s time to get what I really want. COCK!! I have had several hook ups with all different kinds of guys. Topped some and bottomed for others. But mostly just went the oral route swallowing lots of cum. One thing I have never done was get bred. Yesterday I met up with a guy I connected with on sniffles. He is a total top and there was no expectation of there being any reciprocal play. I was there to suck him off and drain his huge nuts. Well after doing a good job and sucking his first nut out I kept him hard with my mouth. A second load wasn’t far behind. After the second load down my throat I climbed up on him and made out for a while. Amazingly he started to get hard again. I was so horny at this point I started to slide my hungry hole on his hardening cock. He asked if I wanted him to eat my ass. Of course I did. Within a few minutes he had my hole sloppy and loosened up. The next fifteen minutes were pure joy as he slid his 7.5 hard thick cock up my relatively unused hole. When he announced he was cumming it was amazing. I finally had a hot load in my hole! We stayed that way for a while as I rode his still hard cock to my own enjoyment. He is interested in making me a regular thing. I am all for it.

Chapter 2 – Deep Play David and I have been playing since yesterday. Now, on day 2, we have three other guys over. I fisted Marc while he swallowed a load from Chris. Zach is fisting David, and I’m on the floor eating Zach’s ass. Marx just came over and shoved his fist in my ass. Wow. I couldn’t help myself. I reached back and spread my ass wide open for Marc and his hand. He was working deeper into my hole, and my legs were starting to rise up in the air to give him the best access. Getting fisted while eating hole is fantastic since it combines two of my favorite things to do. I was still working my tongue into Zach, but it was starting to get difficult to keep my focus. Luckily, Zach was the one who suggested that Marc and I move over to the sling. Marc pulled his hand out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and then we got set up with me in the sling. As soon as I was settled, Marc’s hand went back inside me. He liked to turn his hand on entry, so the feeling was great. But it was clear that he was after depth. I’ve been fisted deep before, so it was all good with me. Marc was slowly rotating his hand inside me as he moved forward. It was almost like he was drilling his way into my hole. He was pretty well built, and I knew that taking his muscular forearm would also be a great stretch on my hole. Marc knew how to find the path through a hole. He was flexing, twisting, and probing ever deeper. At one point, I gasped when his fingers went through my inner hole. He looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Take some poppers. I’ll be there for a while”. I grabbed the poppers and started taking a few hits. I like to take a short one that I let out quickly followed by a longer one that I hold in. That sends me flying, and today was no exception. Marc was already deep inside me when the poppers hit. He was flexing his fingers and stroking my innermost walls as I rode the poppers high. He knew how to play with depth and was making me see stars. As I came down from the poppers, he stayed in deep for a while before he started to back out. He was twisting and flexing as he moved out, and then his hand was out of my ass. But it was quickly replaced by his other hand. Even the entry felt different since this was his larger right hand. He stopped at the point where his knuckles were stretching my hole to the max and started opening up his hand inside me. The feeling was amazing. He was both stretching my hole and playing a little past my opening. My moans let him know how much I enjoyed this feeling. Marc looked at me and said, “I’m going back in deep.” He started to move his hand deeper and deeper into my ass, easily breaching my inner hole. His right hand was noticeably larger than his left, and it really opened me up. He played in my deepest tunnel for a while. He’d alternate between his left and right hands but always wanted to be well past my second hole. I looked over to see that Chris was now getting fisted by David, and Zach was making out with Chris. Chris also has a great hole for fisting, so I knew that David was enjoying himself. While I was watching, Chris took a few hits of poppers, then worked his way onto his knees so that he could ride David’s arm. Seeing Chris sliding his ass back and forth on David’s arm was so sexy. Zach was now just watching his husband get his ass filled with fist and stroking his own cock. Marc and I were both ready for a break, so he pulled his hand out and helped me out of the sling. We walked over to the couch and sat down next to each other. There was only room for three of us on the couch, which was filled when Zach came and sat next to me. I was rubbing my hands all over Zach’s furry body. He leaned back to give me better access to his cock and hole, so I focused on those. I ended up with my ass in Marc’s face, so he was licking and kissing my ass while lightly stroking my hole. It was hot, but we all decided that we needed to take a break and get something to drink.

Republican by registration, not by politics (I live in a red state). I consider myself "Liberaltarian". I certainly won't vote for the orange sociopath. Not particularly keen on Biden either. It's fairly clear that my wishes and interests won't be addressed in the Presidential election. Further down the ticket, things get more interesting... especially in the primary. Get out and vote, everyone!

I have been talking to this guy on scruff for many months, we tried to hook up a few times, but something always came up. I'm 47, mix white and Latino, bottom, average build with a bubble butt. He's 30, black, average build, 7in thick cock. I'm on prep and he claims to be on prep on his profile as well, so I told him that I'd be game if he wanted to bareback me and breed my ass. Of course he wanted to. Today I was horny and saw he was online, so asked if he finally wanted to hook-up. He said he'd be able to host in about an hour, so I cleaned up, took a shower and went to his place - about 15 min walk from my house. My heart was racing out of anxiety - I always get nervous when I hook-up with guys I'm not used to. When I got there, I messaged him on the app and he came to get me at the door. I followed him to his apartment, which was a bit messy, but I don't care - I was there for his load only. We went to his bedroom, took off or clothes, and laid on hide bed. We made out for a few minutes, and then he rolled me over to eat my hole. He ate my hole for about five minutes, and it was very nice - I felt myself opening up for him and feeling very relaxed. Then he climbed on top of me and started kissing my neck and ears - I love that. While kissing me he produced a bottle of poppers, which was very welcome. I told him I wanted his dick in me, so he lubed up while I sniffed the poppers, and entered me slowly. I was very relaxed from the rimming and the poppers, so he went very easily all the way in. It was very hot. He fucked me for about 10 minutes, hitting my prostate with his dick, kissing my neck and my ears, while I was moaning like crazy. I was craving for his load and asked him if he was ready to breed me. I think that triggered something in him that he started pounding me faster and harder until he let out a groan with his dick all the way inside me and said he was cumming in my ass. I was super horny, but didn't want to cum yet. On my way back home, I felt my ass super relaxed and the feeling was great. I reached out to another fwb, just in case he wanted to drop a second load in me, but unfortunately he was not available. But he said he'd like to breed my ass tomorrow. Hope it works out.

Part 2 – Saturday Chapter 1 – It Begins Since David was staying for the weekend, we decided that we would have a lazy day on Saturday. We both showered and had something to eat. We decided that we would stay naked all day and would occasionally tug on a dick or rub a hole, but we were saving the real play until evening. We posted on a few sites that we were having a fisting party that night. Several guys responded, and we traded messages with a few of them until they went silent. Their loss. I had arranged for two of my friends to come over before giving the weekend over to David, so I asked him how he would feel about having them over, too. I showed him a few pics, including some action shots from other sessions, and he was OK with them joining. I reached out to them and waited for a reply. I knew they’d be up for coming over unless they had made other plans. These guys are a couple: Chris and Zach. They’re both in their 50s, and we’ve played together a lot. They like to party, fist, and are open to lots more. Chris is 6’, 225, with brown hair and eyes and a moderately hairy body. Zach is 6’2”, 210, with light hair and blue eyes. He has a super hairy body, with a hairy back and ass that is awesome to work over. We’d have another amazing evening if they came over. David and I spent the day relaxing, watching some TV, and getting to know each other better. He confessed that he had more experience than he had originally let on. Knowing that he had done a good enough cleanout for fisting and seeing him take on all the toys and stuff kind of led me to that belief. It was, however, his first time fisting as a top or bottom. And, while he had smoked pot and used poppers before, he had never used T. Late in the afternoon, Zach got back to me. They had made plans to have another one of their buddies over for the night and asked if he could come along with them. He told us a little bit about the other guy, whose name was Marc. Zach assured me the guy was fun and trustworthy, so we agreed. David and I both did a good cleanout and showered up. The guys were due around 7. We were hanging out in the playroom, and I finished up the final prep. The one thing that David didn’t know was that when I played with the guys, we usually slammed. I didn’t know about Marc’s thoughts on slamming either and figured we’d play it by ear. I had a few pipes ready anyway, plus the usual contingent of dildos, poppers, and lube. The guys got there a little before 7. David and I went down together to greet them. Both of us were naked. I opened the door as they walked up and let them in. They took a look at the two of us, and Chris said, “Oh, it’s gonna be a good night!” We all went upstairs to the playroom. I had set the lighting low, but we could still see everything we needed to see. There was a fisting porn playing on the TV. The new guys quickly undressed. Chris and Zach both like wearing jockstraps when we play. Chris had on a classic white one that had been worn a lot. It had piss and cum stains on it and smelled great. Zach was wearing a new camo strap that I had never seen on him. Marc also undressed. He was younger than the guys, probably in his early 40s. Nice, fit and a smooth body with just a little hair in his pits and around his cock. His cock looked great hanging there. It was quite thick and, if it got any thicker when he was hard, would be an awesome ride. Chris asked for a pipe and pulled out his bag of goods. I told him the pipe was ready to go and handed him one. He said that we could get to their stuff later. He fired up the torch, got some nice smoke swirling, and took a massive hit before passing the pipe and torch to Marc. We went a few rounds each, getting a good start on the party. Chris, Marc, and I were making out and feeling each other up. When I was stroking Marc’s ass, I was surprised to feel hair around his hole. I assumed he’d be pretty smooth there, too, but it felt like a nice furry hole. David and Zach were already in a 69, sucking each other’s cocks. We decided to get Marc in the sling first, so we headed over that way. Once he was in the sling and his ass was exposed, it was so sexy to see the forest of hair around his hole and in his crack. I had to get my tongue in that hole, so I started to fondle his ass, spreading it open so that his hole was winking at me. I licked around his ass and then focused on his hole. He had a tasty hole with just a little bit of musk. His moans told me that he was enjoying what I was doing, so I started to drive my tongue into his ass. A good tongue fucking is great, and my tongue can go deep. His hole was opening nicely, and I knew that he’d be a good fisting buddy. When I looked up, I saw that Marc was sucking Chris. Chris has a nice cock that stays hard when he parties. I’ve known him to dump four or five loads over the course of the evening. I moved from rimming Marc to playing around his hole with my fingers. No lube yet, but there was plenty of spit to make things slippery. Chris kept his cock in Marc’s mouth while he leaned over and picked up a dildo. It was the medium Kalib, which has a massive head. The insertion of this toy is astounding since it requires your hole to open quickly. Chris and Zach liked the toy so much that they bought one for me. He handed it to me and said, “Fuck him with this.” I hoped that Marc would be able to take it. He hadn’t seen the dildo and didn’t know what the insertion would be like. I lubed Marc’s ass and the toy and prepared to enter his hole. I used the head to poke at his opening, getting him prepared for what was coming. But he had no way of knowing what was about to be inserted into his ass. I found the right angle for entry and started to push the toy in. Marc’s hole expanded and swallowed the head of the toy with ease. Impressive! Once the head was in, I pushed most of the rest of it deep inside him. This is one of those toys that gives great sensations as it moves through your guts since it is thicker than normal but it also has some interesting ridges. He took it all the way with no problem. That toy was drilled into his ass. I twisted it, plunged it in and out, pulled it all the way out, and then shoved it back in several times. Marc was enjoying the ride, and it was hot to see his hairy hole as it wrapped around the toy. It seemed like Marc was ready for a fist, so I asked Chris to take over the dildo. He was able to reach down and work it while still keeping his cock in Marc’s mouth. I lubed up my hands and then took over control of the dildo from Chris. I slid it out and set it aside, then started prodding Marc’s hole with my hands. Given how easily he took the toy, I knew my fist would be no problem. Positioning my hand at his hole, I started the entry. I heard Marc grunt, and then he moved down on the sling so that his hole swallowed my hand. This pig was hungry! I went in pretty deep, twisting and turning along the way, then pulled out and reinserted my hand. This time, I went in slowly, giving him a good stretch on the way in. I flexed my fingers out and started wandering around inside his ass. He had a great ass for fisting; it was silky smooth and had a great feel to it. I was getting into a good exploration when I heard Chris say, “I’m gonna cum!” I slowed down my motions, and Marc sped up the sucking. As he was bobbing on Chris’s dick, he was also sliding back and forth on my hand. I saw Chris’s ass cheeks clench and knew that he was feeding Marc a load. Marc continued to suck for a while after Chris had cum. He had slowed down there, so I picked up the pace on my work in his ass. One finger was sliding through his second hole, and he seemed to be loving it. Chris stepped back and reached over for the poppers, which he handed to Marc. Marc took a good hit and started to ride my arm. He was moving the sling with such force that I had to be careful not to poke him too deeply. He was a pig in heat and was enjoying having my hand inside him. Once the poppers high was over, I pulled my hand out since Chris had come to the foot of the sling and was lubing up his hand. Chris and I traded places, and he shoved his hand inside Marc. I watched them as Chris kept moving his hand deeper and deeper inside Marc. When I glanced over at the other guys, I saw that David was on his back getting fisted by Zach. Zach’s sweet hole was exposed since he was crouching in front of David, so I went over and started to eat his ass. Zach’s ass is really furry and has a great aroma. He knows how much I like rimming him and used his feet to spread his cheeks and open his hole for me. Zach’s ass had me totally mesmerized. His hole is so wonderful for rimming. It opens nicely and takes a tongue, or whatever else you want to put in it, nice and deep. I was on my back on the floor, tongue fucking him, when I heard Marc say, “Raise your knees.” I did and felt hands smearing lube around my ass. Next came the fingers, then Marc stuck his hand in my ass. It felt amazing to be eating ass while getting fisted.

I'm dating myself here, but I used to go to the Ramrod in the late 90s and early 2000s, usually Thursday nights. Now outside, there was sex, in the dark, usually in one corner. No one said a word, I believe even talking was discouraged. I was friendly with a red headed bartender, who used to give me the key to use the private bathroom if I wanted to suck some dick or get fucked very quickly, but not more than ten minutes. But I never had the good fortune of being there when there was open sex, or as it is affectionally called by hntnhole a "fuck joint". They had the old pool table, but I used it as a jumping start, to usually pick someone up there for my first trick of the evening, and there was a business next door (back in that day) where guys went to have sex behind that building. I also managed to get laid in the parking lot across the street as well, or talk with someone and follow him back to his place. I believe the last time I stepped in the door of that establishment was maybe 2005 or 2006. I am really bummed as I never experienced it at the "height" of it's sexual activity. Sure the bartenders were great to me, allowing me to use that private bathroom, and the men had no attitude. No posing, they were totally approachable and looking for sex. Sucking dick out back, or getting fuck in the open was not ideal for me (though the back of an SUV, or as I mentioned on here before, a UPS truck) worked fine. I never had trouble with police or people patrolling the parking lot. I am sorry they have cracked down on the sex that seems to have been rampant in the past years, I just wonder if they are pressured by local authorities. I feel bad for the locals that were used to patronizing it for not only the great music (which was the case on Thursday nights when I went) but also the available dick and ass. I am going to follow this thread, as I was just in Lauderdale in October and if it does return to it's "wicked" days I may decide to spend my evening going down memory lane before I get on my cruise ship or flight.

Thank you for your input hntnhole. It's a shame because they also have to deal with competition from the Eagle, and the sleaze certainly gave the Ramod the Edge over the newer 'leather' joint. I remember having a conversation with this skinny black dude, whom I think I remember worked for some airline or by the airport, who was wearing a black leather harness and a jock strap and the whole interaction evolved into a very public S&M session where I was the M. He made me suck his toes toes and then his dick and after slapping me around and roughing me up a bit he ended up fucking me by the pool table. That's what I used to go to the Ramrod, that's what I miss.

editor's note. I think this is a weak chapter Pozzed While Cruising 9 I ate some lunch in silence reliving my last week wondering if I was going to poz or not, whether or not I was infecting other guys or not. I sat there in the Union in a booth at the back of the cafe with a full on raging hard on. I knew then my answer was to keep going on. I was having some of the best, sluttiest sex ever in my short 18 years. I was opening myself to a world of any load anytime. I knew I was not going to make it through my last class without getting off, but I hunkered down. I was determined not to cum until I ran into Josh or made it to the last cruise spot of the day. I ran into Josh as I walked to class. I could tell he was a little embarrassed, but we chatted as if nothing happened the night before. It was funny to see girls in class flaunt over him trying to get into his pants, but he seemed to deflect them one by one. He gave me a wry smile and I told him to meet me after class. Class dragged on like you would not believe. The professor droned on and on. He finally wrapped up the class and thank god it was Friday. Josh sat at his desk talking football with one of the guys while he waited for me to make my way to his desk. He brushed off a few bimbo’s. As we made our way out of class. I asked him if he wanted some more of last night's fun, but nearly completely anonymously. He nodded. I said, “follow me!” When we got to the bathroom door where it all began for me. I gave him the lay of the land. I instructed him to take the center stall and if the person next to you taps their foot, that means they want a blowjob. Go from there. I could only hope Jake was already in there or would be here soon. I led Josh into the bathroom and pushed him towards the middle stall. I could see under the last stall that it was Jakes’s shoes under the divider. I had Josh right where I wanted him. I got into my stall and looked underneath and Jake was already tapping his foot and Josh was answering him. Jake was was on his knees in no time with his hung white cock under the divider and Josh was slowly jerking it and getting on his knees to suck him. I was halfway to accomplishing my mission. I had faith in Jake to close the deal. Josh may be the QB stud on the field, but behind closed doors he was just a Jock Twink. Jake had his cock Josh’s mouth, and Josh was really getting into it. He had his pants down around his ankle and was stroking his cock. I heard Jake invite him over to his stall for a more intimate encounter, but Josh hesitated. Jake spoke just above a whisper, “listen QB get your faggot ass in this stall now or else!” Josh did not need to hear anything else. He literally crawled under the divider to be with Jake. I heard some additional slurping from my vantage point. I could see Josh being bent over the toilet and Jake getting behind him. I knew my job was done. I had delivered my first gift to Jake and his crew and I had more planned. I could hear Jake fucking Josh and Josh was loving it. I could hear Jake use the same words on my Josh that he did to me like “gift”, “tainted” and finally “take my poz load QB slut”! Josh took it all. Never once questioning what it all meant. Jake spoke aloud asking if I was still there. I had moved over a stall to watch Josh take Jake’s special gift. He told me to bring QB Slut and be at his apartment within the hour. Josh tried to excuse himself, but a stern look from Jake shut him down. I knew what Josh had in store for him, and for myself I was of course looking forward to it. Jake smacked Josh on the ass, looked at me and left. Josh fingered his hole and licked his fingers clean of Jake’s gifted jizz. I offered to rim him. He nodded and I made my way over to his stall. He sat down on the toilet and lifted his legs. I got down on my knees and licked at his well fucked hole. Jake came a ton and I am sure I was getting a bit of Ty in there as well. Just then we heard the outer door open up and I had just enough time to get between the wall and the toilet so that it looked like only one person was in the stall. Our new visitor must have been a cruiser as well as he took the stall right next to us and within seconds he tapped his foot. I prompted Josh to tap back, but he shook his head no, but I persisted. Josh tapped back. From under the divider snaked a Latin python that was over 9inches long. Josh nearly dove head first onto it. I watched in awe as he tried to deep throat it. I had to have some of that. I joined Josh on his knees, and I heard the mexican guy gasp that there were two sluts sucking his cock. We gobbled his cock for a few minutes before he asked if we could take this little 3way someplace more private. I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s More to Cum Love the hot chat email me Joey

This is my first attempt at a story so hoping to do a few chapters, but for starters... The Sports Centre: My name is Scott and I work as a duty manager in one of those local town sports facilities in the UK, the ones with a sports hall, classes rooms and football pitches outside. I've been working here 2 years since I left university with a degree in physiotherapy and mostly nothing interesting happens. I'm 23, 6ft, dark brown short hair and swim or run every day after my morning gym session to keep the lean six pack and swimmers build I built up in school. I've got a total sports kit fetish so it's literally pretty hard to not get a boner most days when the guys turn up for their sport - especially the football players. Duty management has its perks and I'll go on regular patrols! I usually wear a black jock, white sport socks and my nike trainers with the uniform: tight black tracksuit bottoms or shorts if its hot, and a red polo shirt. You can definitely see my package through the trackies. The only time I don't wear the jock is if I've found some sexy tight boxers left behind by someone in the changing rooms; another perk of the job! Mostly I would just perve and get horny all day then go home and get off with the help of the internet to meet guys for my kinkier and darker side. Anyway, a few months ago a new guy started, Seb, he's 18 and just finished college so working before he goes to uni. He's studying sports when he gets there and figures this is the perfect job in the meantime. He's a bit of footballer but it's the rowing and cycling that I reckon will have given him the body I really wanted to see. Trouble was he'd always come to work in his uniform and used a gym elsewhere so I never got the chance to see. He is about 5ft 10 with dark blonde hair and pretty tanned and the days he was in shorts you could just tell from those toned hairless legs he was in good shape, he also wears lycra pants under his shorts which made my cock pulse. I used to make him set up the netball courts just so his t shirt would ride up and I could catch a glimpse of his tight abs and perve on the way the trackies would highlight his bulge. It's fair to say I was developing a massive hard on for him but had to work out a way of getting what I wanted. As the place was small it would only usually need the two of us running it, but it was easy work with a lot of downtime in the office just chatting. Seb was straight but didn't have a gf, he knew I was gay and probably knew I thought he was hot and I think he kinda liked it in the way hot young guys like the attention. I liked to imagine he was the sort of guy who'd probably messed around with mates, but that was likely to be wishful thinking. He'd ask about uni, we'd chat about anything and everything and I thought I was destined to be left cock teased by him all summer. We sometimes got on to our love lives, i kept it vanilla when it came to me, but i got the impression he might be getting a bit frustrated without a gf. Anyway, one sunny Tuesday luck was on my side... It was a really hot day, humid like a storm might be building and our office was stifling with all the computers etc. running. It had been the sort of sunny few days that just gets you horny as hell. Tuesday daytimes are pretty quiet for sessions or classes and nothing was booked between 2 and 4 so I was in the office catching up on paperwork. Today was a jock, shorts and t shirt day but in the office I'd taken my trainers and socks off to cool down. Seb came in from setting up some badminton courts for later and was going to help me with some reports but seemed to be limping a bit. He'd been getting me going today as he'd taken his black Vans off at lunch and had been walking round in some white adidas ankle socks, showing those fit tanned legs off in his slightly too tight shorts, what a tight ass I thought as my mind wandered. Snapping back to reality: "Hey bud, what's up?" I said. "It's way too hot in here today, i'm already sweating" he replied. "Actually I meant why are you limping?" It turns out I hadn't noticed but he'd hurt it the previous night at a footy session he'd played in. I thought i'd seize the moment and offered to give him a foot massage using my legit physiotherapy skills. I wanted desperately to massage those feet but hopefully he wouldn't think it was weird. It looked like he might be hesitating so I jumped in, "we've got a quiet afternoon so just put your foot up here" i said as I rolled over to him on my desk chair, patting the top of my thighs. I was in front of him now so he didn't have much choice. Fortunately he complied and now his leg was stretched out in front of me, I could see the bottom of his cycling shorts as his shorts bunched up. I didn't look at him so he wouldn't freak, but as I got started i felt him relax and lean back into his chair. My cock was now straining in my jock so I adjusted my position and as i looked at him he gulped loudly, I noticed his shorts were definitely tented, or was i just hoping. "I'm still really sweating but this feels like its really helping mind if I take my t shirt off?" he said, looking a bit flushed. "You definitely know what you're doing Scott". I obviously wasn't going to object to what I'd wanted to see for months! "Sure Seb, we're out of sight of the front desk and it is damn hot in here, i'll put the fan on too". By the time I'd turned back round from the fan his t shirt was off and laid across his shorts, did he do it to hide his hard on?! But also, holy fuck, his body was seriously fit, lean and hairless with a tight six pack, the fan was maybe making those perfect nipples get a bit hard. It was my turn to gulp! I thought i'd style it out "buddy you're in shape", "haha thanks mate, probably the rowing" he replied modestly. I moved onto his other foot before he could change his mind. I started to wonder if he did have a hard on, he's straight but maybe the heat and lack of sex is doing the same to him. I was now so horny my cock was in charge and making me more daring. I thought he's cock teased me all summer, now its my turn and I could feel I'd started to precum all over my jock. "Is that too hard?" I said, nodding toward him and looking for his reaction. He said it felt great but adjusted where the t shirt was sitting across his lap. The phone rang across the office, I couldn't get up as i was so boned my hard on would have probably hit him in the face so I asked him to get it, he just stared at me as the phone rang "Errm I, err I can't get up right now, i'm a bit stiff" he said and started laughing and held both hands on his t shirt. "Sorry, i think it's just the heat maybe" he continued. I thought, fuck it, and i put his foot on my hard cock. "Me too" i said, i think we both gulped loudly...

Doubt if that would work with me. Get the tip in me and would shove my ass back on it and take it all.