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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.

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.

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 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.

I love latching on to the tap and emptying a bladder - of clean piss. Tina piss usually is too strong for me to swallow. i also love to get hose down … it’s so erotic and sensual feeling that warmth spread over my chest and back. And I crave Tina piss up my ass. Even though it takes longer to kick in, the rush of Tina can be as euphoric as a Slam if his piss is fully loaded with Tina.

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

This was an incredibly succinct and cohesive discourse on what makes Trump and "maggot" ism so vile and so lethal.

banging head to head and seeing the precum and lube mix and slide down your urethras is incredibly hot. Only done it one but as you say, it's intense

I would pay money to find a man that would walk up to me and "tell" me that I am sucking his cock and to follow him. It's my unfulfilled fantasy

Lunchtime meet consisted of my ass up on all fours on bed, buddy comes in...pulls down shorts and slaps my ass with his quickly hardening dick ...pushes into my lightly lubed hole and fucks like he raping me... 2 minutes of pounding and he slams it deep Into me and blows the weekend load he's been holding. couple of shudders and back and forth and he's out and quick wipe and gone. Total time about 4 minutes lol ..

I do not lean right . Will never support GOP. I have not voted for Biden this round of election. I feel both people are the same but on different spectrum.

It's funny, I can say the same thing about Baltimore and DC. I used to travel to those locations a fair amount for raw house parties. Attracting more people to NYC? If that is the case then I am definitely meeting all the wrong people here in Philly because not one person I have met in the past 5 years can get Bus Fair together let alone a way to NYC and stay over night. And if anything more NYC people have been flocking to Philly and the one last bath house here. I think it's all related to how Philly continues to be a place of gossipy types who drop names and experiences constantly. They don't have time to be on a website like breedingZone. They're already busy talking about him, or them, or what happened over there, while they continue to be perfect angels.

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

A bud brought Peto Coast over and he fucked me. But then I’ve filmed for TIM and RFC so I guess there are any to list. Tober, Boomer, Roman, Michael Boston

Agree, a good btm wants to keep his tops seed as long as possible out of respect for the top man.

@hntnholeI agree guys need to consider where they are playing and take care of anything that may be have left behind. It's unfair to the business owner to clean up what should have been taken care of the night before. What I find sad is your post in the last paragraph, which mentioned the cost of housing prices going through the roof in that area. For me, that immediate vicinity had always been somewhat of a "safe" zone, I never had any issues with law enforcement or business owners. Granted, I was aware of my surroundings and even though I am guilty of using some of those areas for sex while patronizing the Ramrod, I didn't feel I was either causing the business owners any aggravation or causing customers not to shop there. Giving head on a Thursday night behind a building is not exactly the crime of the century, but still I was running the risk of getting arrested. I ask myself the question, so where to now? I've heard it mentioned that when gays move into an area, they generally upgrade the homes and property values go up. I remember my grandfather owned land in the Florida Keys in the early 70s, and sold it at an incredibly low dollar amount. According to my father, he had made that decision after being told it was difficult to build homes on the type of soil in that area. I don't know anything about building homes, but my Dad confided in me in his later years that my grandfather "chuckled" at the fact that the new owners of his land were gay men. Little did they know...... But I have to agree, if homes are now going for $500,000 in that area, I don't care how "progressive" the new owners may be, they won't want the added traffic and "activities" going on at 2 am. I worry about my fellow "ho's" who don't want to drive home with someone when they can take care of "business" behind a building. Sounds like the "end of an era".

I love you as well. Larry made love to me 3 times during the night, driving the virus into my blood stream. For the rest of the meeting, we fucked each other into exhaustion. When we left Chicago we would keep in touch. We lived a thousand miles from each other but there would be other meetings. Once I got home, I told my wife of my new life, and to my amazement, she was not surprised. She suspected for years I was gay. My lackluster lovemaking combined with my attention to men when we were together. She would be satisfied with the status quo with our marriage and just have a very open marriage and see who we wanted and continue to live together. I was surprised but was fine with that relationship. I began discreetly seeing guys I hooked up with on BBRT and other sites. I got my Fuck Flu 10 days after I got back and of course tested positive. I did not go on meds. I let Larry know and he congratulated me. Over the next several months I changed my practice to a gay oriented one and treated many HIV positive patients and consulted them and treated their disease. I was never so busy and had an amazing amount of patients. Lots of patients on PRep and PEP and treating HIV positive patients some on meds and many off meds. Once I was on line and listed my status as Poz no meds and no preference as to status of my partner, I hooked up with a large amount of men. I pozzed several guys with their approval. It was a rush to shoot my poz load into a willing chaser, and a huge sense of satisfaction when the told me they pozzed up. Most became my patients and the referred their friends to treat them and often poz them before they became my patient. I got my nipples pierced and got a PA as well. I loved how the looked and felt. I loved to show them off at the gym or the beach. Hooked up with lots of guys because of the piercings. I was always up front with my partners. I was always amazed how few guys turned down my bare pierced cock. Often I was turned down and was approached within a week to fuck and poz that reluctant guy, often the same day. I never used protection and never pulled out. That was always made clear, however no one ever asked me to pull out. On the contrary, they usually begged for my toxic load. My status was on line but in my office, no one knew unless I was the one who pozzed them, but were told not to tell anyone. Everyone agreed. None of the guys I pozzed ever held any animosity toward me. One patient I had really changed my life. Barry was a patient of mine that moved to the area and through word of mouth became my patient. He was a poz patient wishing no meds, just monitoring of his HIV status. He was healthy with a very high viral load. He was gorgeous engaging intelligent and very seductive. His cock was 8 inches and thick when soft. I never saw it erect. He was uncut. His mission in life was to poz as many guys as possible. He would stealth guys or be up front. When in the office he would discuss the guys he stealthed. He really was a bad guy, but you couldn’t help but like him. When he he mentioned that he had pozzed over a hundred men he wasn’t bragging, just stating a fact. I believed him, considering I pozzed at least 15 guys myself and I wasn’t making that my life’s ambition, just a consequence of my lifestyle. Barry’s perfect victim to stealth was a married guy. He would often tell guys his status after he shot his load but if he didn’t like the guy he would not tell he exposed him to a highly toxic load. I actually was treating a lot of his victims so I had a good idea what a walking epidemic he was. One guy in particular he told me about. He was the CEO of the company he worked for. The CEO was a very wealthy guy who used his position to fuck women and men from his company. Usually other male and female executives, secretaries, a real scum bag. Barry met him at a very nice gay bar. Barry hated the guy. One thing about Barry, he could seduce anyone. He was engaging, sophisticated and very sexy. The CEO was putty in his hands. According to Barry he was given the most erotic sexual experience he had ever had. The boss was a top but that night was fucked four times. Barry never told him his status. Over the next several months I diagnosed the CEO, his wife, his mistress, his guy toy, three male and 4 female employees. It was a huge local scandal. He got divorced and taken to the cleaners, sued by his employees for tons of money and kicked out of the company by his board of directors. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. The collateral damage was terrible. Those patients were really nice and what happened to them awful. But they all became rich and everyone was doing great on their treatment. The CEO however was tolerating his treatment poorly with lots of side effects and unlike his victims, never became undetectable. Poetic justice, Barry came into the office for a routine check up. His labs were great with a 250 thousand viral load and normal T cell count. And as usual he was very suggestive and teasing during the exam. I always had to concentrate when I examined him not to get a raging hardon. He was so sexy. I could easily see how he could seduce anyone he wanted. At the end of the exam he asked “Why haven’t you ever hit on me? Usually when I try to seduce someone I succeed.” You’re my patient. It would be unethical for me to have a relationship with you. So that’s the reason? Yes. Ok I want to stop seeing you and refer me to another doctor. Can you do that? Yes. Will you come to my apartment with me? As he kissed me and fondled my cock. My cock became stone hard. Yes!!! He was my last appointment. I followed to his apartment which was in a high end complex. Once we got through the door we started ripping off our clothes. His cock was amazing when hard. Over 10 inches with a huge head leaking an amazing amount of precum. I knew he had an amazing body, but with that cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle, he was the most sexy thing I had ever seen. I went to my knees and worshiped his cock. Down my throat then licking his huge cock head lapping his great tasting precum. Nice PA!! Nice cock. He licked my entire body. I never was in such sexual excitement. My cock was never harder. Then he started rimming me. Amazing!!! We went to the bedroom and he put me on my back, my legs were over his shoulders. Do you want my poz cock up your ass? YES!!! Do you want my toxic load? Yes, PLEASE!! His cock slowly entered me, He was so gentle that there was no discomfort or pain. Just pleasure. Over the next 20 minutes he hit ever pleasure point. I was in pleasure heaven. I started begging for his toxic load, and I started to cum, and went into pleasure convulsions, Here comes my toxic load. He shot 8 volleys of cum and I felt each one of them. Barry collapsed on me. We were soaked with sweat. After several minutes he pulled out. That should poz you up. I’m already poz I whispered. Oh I didn’t know. is that why you seduced and fucked me to poz me? No, I want to talk to you about something. What? Not yet we have something else to do. Have you ever tried E-Stim? No but I always wanted to. Great, let me get my stuff. Within a few minutes I had a rectal probe in my ass and a urethral probe up my penis. Then he turned on the machine. The feeling was indescribable. Pleasure pulses began in my prostate shooting through the head of my cock. As he slowly turned up the juice my whole body had waves of pleasure shooting through me. Then the orgasms started, one after an other, how many?, I lost count. 8,10? I kept shooting cum on my abdomen, amazing amounts, until my orgasms were dry. Stop enough I pleaded. He turned it off. He started licking my cum and feeding it to me, 4 or 5 mouthfuls. Then we snowballed them. After 10 minutes we split the snowball and swallowed. I was in heaven, After a half hour I was able to talk. God that was amazing. No wonder you pozzed so many guys! And I refer them to you, he laughed. I want to talk to you about a proposal. A proposal? Yes, I’ve started a business and I want you to be a part of it. What kind of business? I’m staring an HIV conversion business All high end very expensive for affluent chasers. You have a lot of patients that are gifters. How would I be of help? In a few ways. Test the chasers to see if the are negative and test them when they covert, including treatment when they get the fuck flu in a house I have, which is included in the cost of my service. You will be compensated very well and receive 30 % of profits as a silent partner. If some of your gifting patients want to participate you can refer them but only if they ask. You do not sell their information. How would they know to ask me? Don’t worry they will find you. How much do I have to invest? Nothing up front. 200 K from your profits, never more than 50% at a time? And if you want to participate as a gifter you will be paid for that. What do you think? I find it hard to believe you can make a go of it. The business is started and I have 500K in deposits. I need you for the medical coverage I need to make it the complete package my clients are looking for. These are very high end clients who want an unusual service with anonymity. I’m in.

I fell asleep for a bit. I was dreaming that my cock was being sucked and I found Larry sucking my super hard cock. Good morning , Larry mumbled as he was sucking. It was 2 am. He started climbing on top of me sitting on my hard on saying his ass was in need. The lights were on and he said he was amazed how smooth I was as he pumped my cock as I was thrusting to match his rhythmic ass squeezing of my cock. I shave all my body hair except for my pubes, been doing it for years. Makes me feel sexy. You look so sexy smooth, No better complement could have been given to me. I really started pounding, pulling on his nips and he pounded in kind. Larry yelled he was cumming just as I shot my load. Larry collapsed on me and we fell back to sleep. I awoke a bit later and started sucking his cock clean, I really enjoyed cleaning that beautiful cock and the taste was wonderful. Larry awoke and his cock instantly got hard. How big is that beauty? Almost 10 inches and 7 and a half around. I can’t believe well you took it and you came as well. You were born to do man to man sex. Fuck me again. I was begging. With pleasure. We changed positions, and Larry started rimming. Wow your ass is still open and relaxed, as his tongue went deep inside me. God that feels great I whispered. Fuck me now. Larry handed me the poppers and was soon flying and soooo horny. Larry said I was so relaxed and was so in need he entered me. Amazingly I wasn’t sore at all and he slowly slid inside me. You are a born bottom the way you take me. Fuck me hard fuck me til I cum I yelled. Unlike our first fuck Larry ponded me from the beginning. It was a totally differently feeling. I couldn’t believe it could be better. But it was, more animalistic both of us pounding. Then the feeling began, the need to explode, pee cum and even the need to shit. Something new. This time I let everything go, without holding back. Then the orgasm. I shot 5 or 6 spirts of cum then the whole body spasms lasting what seemed like forever. During my spasms Larry yelled and shot his load, I don’t remember how many volleys but a lot because I could feel his cum filling me even during my spasms of pleasure. Larry didn’t fall on me but kept looking at me. What? I whispered. He just said that was the most unbelievable fuck He had ever had. Me too I replied. You don’t understand he said, THE BEST!! You are one in a million. He then fell on me kissing me passionately. You are converting!! I was a bit confused but felt so wonderful I didn’t care. We woke up before the alarm. Larry sucked me off and I gladly reciprocated. God his cum and cock tasted so good. We got up and started telling me about mundane sex preparation like enemas. He examined me and admired my smooth fit body. Except for my forearms which are trimmed and my trimmed pubes there is no hair no pit chest or leg hair. You have such a sexy body. Smooth is perfect for you. I blushed. We got dressed after showering together and registered. I took my IPad with me. I had research to do. Thankfully at major meetings there were only morning session with elective stuff in the afternoon. As usual the meetings went slowly. I spent my time researching about gay sex, sexuality and the terminology such as rimming felching snowballing double penetrating which spiked my interest, and spit roasting which sounded hot. Top bottom, versatile. Very informative. I was leaking precum like crazy. Thankfully I wore dark pants. Other terms caught my eye, gifting and chasing. I knew all about HIV. I talked about it with my patients. I had a relatively large gay population and had many HIV positive patients. Some of them admitted to me that friends came up to them and asked to be infected. That appalled me but I learned not to judge. Reading about it strangely was a bit erotic to me. I read patients stories how they avoided HIV but when they got infected they were RELIEVED and the were much happier. At first it was foreign me, but the more I read the more I understood. Larry leaned over and asked what I was reading. I told him I was researching about Gays and the lifestyle He looked at my wet spot and smiled. I read about gloryholes and adult book/ video stores and gay baths. I read about cut uncut safe , bareback pre and post exposure prophylaxis. I was so turned on by all of it. It was 1130. I told Larry I wanted to go to the room. I was super horny and needed cock. And I had lots of questions. He wanted to leave as well. When we got to the room I was all over him. Nearly tore his clothes off and started kissing and licking and sucking every part of his body. I was the aggressor, I made him lay on his back sucked his cock and just using spit and precum and no poppers I sat on his cock. His cock felt different in this position. (I’m glad we cleaned out this am). Surprisingly his cock still slid in with some in and out pumping, easily and pleasurably. I pumped and pounded him like there was no tomorrow. Then that feeling came. I shot ny cum and hit his face as I went into my pleasure spasms. He shot his load while moaning loudly. Once we recovered and I cleaned his cock Larry asked. What was that about? We need to talk. I said. Sitting naked together I told him about the research I did. Yes? He asked. Can you find us a third? What? Really? Yes. I want to be spit roasted and I want to be double penetrated. I was serious and Larry knew it. Let me try Grindr. What’s that? A hook up app. About 15 minutes Larry said he contacted someone in the hotel at a business meeting leaving tonight who is agreeable and would love to join us and can be here by 3. Set it up. Once the arrangements were made Larry and I talked. I told him my research made me realize I was gay and I decided to make up for the last 25 years. Everything I read about turned me on and I want to experience it ALL. Larry nodded and said he understood, completely. We laid on the bed and cuddled. Thank you for opening my eyes. I opened your mind and body he replied. A half hour before the meet we cleaned out got plenty of lube and poppers. If he’s truthful he is at least as big as me, Larry said. You could be having a great time. Hope so. A knock at the door right on time. He was 6 feet fit and a hunk. I’m Nick. After a few pleasantries we disrobed. He wasn’t lying. He was huge. Larry explained my situation and Nick smiled. I went up to him, a brief kiss and started sucking his cock. As I sucked him Larry got behind me and slid his cock in me. We all got into a great rhythm. I was in heaven. Nick was fucking my face and I took him to his pubes. Larry pounded me. After 10 minutes the switched. I was loving it. After about 20 min we stopped. Why we stopping? I asked. The main event is double penetrating. Larry said. We have to lube and popper you up to take both of us. Larry injected lube in my ass as I was sucking Nick. He had a 10 inch slightly less thick cock than Larry. It felt and tasted great but different from Larry. Do all cocks taste differently. I NEED to find out. Nick, get on you back at the end of the bed. Peter suck him and get him hard then sit on his cock facing him. I complied. Nicks cock went down my throat like it was made for me. I got up and slowly sat down on his cock. It felt great, different but great I need to feel more cocks up my ass. Larry came behind me. Bend over on top of Nick he said. I did and kissed him. Wow a nice passionate kiss. I felt Larry’s cock. Snort these poppers. More than before. You will need it. Soon I was flying and begging Larry to enter me fuck me. No matter how much it hurts. The push came. More and more pressure his PA and head popped in. The feeing was indescribable. Pain but intense pleasure. Larry stayed still for a bit so I could adjust. Then he slowly pushed in. I kept hitting the poppers until he was all the way in. I felt intense erotic pressure some pain but a new pleasurable feeling. After a few minutes rhythmic fucking began. Faster and faster. I was having a pleasure cluster of feelings. That now familiar feeling started. I’m cumming I screamed and I shot my cum over nicks abdomen. Nick and Larry shouted as the shot their cum in me. Then we all collapsing each other. After 10 minutes the cocks slid out. We were all grinning from ear to ear. I gently cleaned Nick’s cock and my cum, then Larry’s I thanked them. Kissed Nick and fed him my cum which he swallowed. He dressed and left. Larry then said. We need to talk. Yes we do I replied. I have much to tell you. Larry replied I think you are amazing. I want to help you experience everything . We kissed passionately.