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So the other day I hooked up with a guy from Grindr. Typical conversation ’Sup’, ‘You Lookin?’, ‘Ass Pics?’, then a location sent. I was on my way after seeing his pics. About 6’2 muscular but not super bulky and a nice thick 8.5-9” cock. I get to his place and once inside we start making out groping each other. Usually I get a little small talk before getting down to business but this guy clearly needed to fuck. No names no conversation just animalistic lust, which I fully enjoyed. He pushed me down to my knees and I pull down his pants revealing the beautiful cock getting hard right in my face. I start sucking him all the way down giving him the full deep throat experience. I suck him for awhile before he pulls me up and onto his bed. He strips me naked and flips me on my stomach with my ass in the air and he begins eating my hole. And this guys tongue was thick and long like his cock, it felt like I had 5” of tongue wiggling around in my hole, it was amazing! He pulls his mouth away spits on my hole and starts sliding his 8.5” cock inside me. We hadn’t talked about raw but I had a feeling he would want to and since he didn’t say anything I certainly wasn’t gonna lol. He gave a few slow strokes before he really starts pounding away. It wasn’t until he fully mounted me that I put my hands back on his ankles to hold onto him that I felt a little box, I looked down and realized it was an ankle monitor. Which was a first for me and somehow made the whole thing a little hotter lol. After about 20 min of fucking I’m pressed into the mattress with him on top of me when he says he’s gonna cum I tell him to “Breed me” and he says “Yeah here cums another load” I asked if already bred me and he said “About 10 mins ago”. Then he rammed his cock balls deep and bred me. As he was balls deep inside me someone started knocking on his front door. He pulled out and told me to wait in the bathroom. I’m waiting naked in the bathroom for like 5min before he finally comes back and gets me. I go back into the bedroom and there’s another guy standing in the room. I don’t know what to think at first then the new guy starts to unbuckle his pants and I know where this is going and I return to my slut mode and get on my knees and start removing his pants. I’ve never met this guy before and we haven’t spoke but I was about to blow him. He was around 6’ and skinny with some muscle. I start sucking him feeling his cock grow in my mouth. When the host moves us all to the bed with the new guy laying on his back I’m positioned between his legs and the host climbs back on top of me and shoves his cock inside me and resumes his fucking like nothing happened. I’m moaning around the new guys cock as it grows to about 9”. I take a breath and admire this new cock when the host starts blowing the new guy as he continues to fuck me. We switch off blowing the new guy for a bit till the host pulls out and tells me to ride the new guy. I don’t hesitate I get up and sit on the new guys raw cock all the way down reverse cowgirl. Facing away from him just seemed right keeping with the anonymity. After riding him for about 15 mins he grabs my hips and pulls me tight against him and says “Take that load slut”. He pumps in me a few times before he pushes me off and the host pulls me onto his cock and starts rabbit fucking me hard making me moan until the new guy puts his cock in my mouth. I hear the host say “ I love a sloppy slut hole” “ You ready for another load” I say “Fuck yeah!, Breed me, fill me up” he slams deep and unloads in me as he’s making out with the new guy. He pulls out and I turn around and clean his cock then he and the new guy start getting dressed so I got dressed and thanked them both and left. On the drive home I kept thinking about the 3 loads from my ankle monitor host and the 4th load I got from someone my host probably knew, but maybe he didn’t and just didn’t mind sharing me. I wouldn’t have changed anything though getting those loads was so hot. I rode my dildo when I got home working their loads deeper in me as I jerked myself till I came. I hope to meet up with him again and see what other surprise guests show up.

Part VIII I went straight into the bathroom to prep. I had no idea what was going on but I missed my daddy’s dick and even after only a few days I was horny beyond belief. As I prepped, I started looking through the bag. Black jeans. Black leather jockstrap with a snap on cup. Boots. A neon green mesh tank top. My cock pulsed. I had an idea where we were headed. Finishing up and getting dressed I looked at myself somewhat in awe. I looked incredible. Tucked into my jeans, the tank exposed just enough of my skin to show off my muscles. Jeans hugged my ass for dear life. My hair, which I had been growing out a bit on a whim was by this point down to my chin. I put enough product in to give me a messy wettish look. I looked like a godamn slut and I couldn’t wait to see what was in store for me. Exiting the bathroom I was greeted by daddy, who let out a low growl and grabbed my ass hard bringing me in for a deep kiss. Rubbing his chest I melted into the kiss, happy my look pleased him, subservient to his desires. Daddy was dressed simply. Black t shirt and jeans. But he didn’t need much to show off the powerful masculinity he oozed at all times. He took my hand and lead me out. I realized vaguely I didn’t have keys or a wallet. Totally dependent on him. He moved his arm to hold me around my waist and I snuggled up closer to him as we walked. Before long I knew for sure my previous hunch was right. A seedy bar in an odd part of town. Seemingly normal upstairs, there’s a dark and steamy basement where all sorts of sordid things happen. I had been there once before with friends but I didn’t join in. Too nervous. But now… elated. “Ok boy, you know where we are?” “Yes” “You know what goes on downstairs?” “Yes” “We’re going to walk in. Make sure everyone sees you’re mine. But then, you’re gonna go off on your own. I’ll be watching and checking in. I want you to make yourself available to anyone and everyone who wants you. You’ll do whatever they want with one exception: You cannot top. Understand?” I smiled. “Yes daddy” My cock was rock hard. Straining in my jock. “Good boy. Make me proud” And with that we walked up to the bouncer. “$10 cover per- oh shit! Good to see you, man! Come on in. this your new boy? Sexy motherfucker. I’ll tell Danny you guys drink for free. Enjoy” and then he grabbed my ass and pulled me close and whispered in my ear “I’ll see you soon pussyboy” and gave my ear a little lick. I shuddered. And daddy pulled me into the bar by my waist. Sparse crowd upstairs, but we went immediately to the basement which was pretty packed. Daddy paraded me through to the small bar in the back, passing a very cute gogo boy in a thong. I made note of the very dark room in the front that seemed to be full of men and a bathroom that didn’t seem to be being used for that given the small crowd gathered. Daddy ordered us drinks - for him a beer for me a vodka soda. On the house. And kept one hand firmly grabbing my ass as he kissed me against the bar. I opened my eyes at one point and noticed a lot of eyes on us. On me. My dick swelled and my ass quivered a bit. Daddy grabbed his drink, gave me a hard smack on my ass and walked away. I turned to lean over the bar, sticking my ass out towards the crowd and arching my back a bit. Letting them all know what I was there for, as if our display and my outfit didn’t let them know already. I sipped my drink a bit. Booze went straight to my head these days since daddy keeps me on a very strict diet to maintain my look. And in no time I felt a crotch press into my ass and a man appear to my right. He was attractive enough. The bulge felt big. I guessed mid forties, stocky, little dusting of grey in his hair. He was wearing jeans and no shirt. Furry body, barrel chest and a little belly. just my type. “Never seen you here before. That your man?” “Yes, sir” “Sexy couple. Love seeing a big strong innocent looking guy like you owned by a sexy bear like him” “Oh… I’m not so innocent. Daddy made sure of that.” I adjusted leaning my left elbow on the bar to face him. He closed the distance between us a bit. “I said innocent looking. I know you ain’t. I know your daddy and I know his talent for corruption. Seen it lots of times before. Helped him out a few times too. I got what you’re here for. Come with me.” And with that he started walking towards the dark room at the front. I downed my drink and followed. The eyes of the other men in the room on me like hungry predators preparing to pounce on their prey. The stranger guided me through the room, holding me by the back of my neck. Past men in various states of undress. Some on their knees sucking, getting fucked. One guy on his back in a corner getting fisted. It was a hot scene. Sweaty and dark. Smelling of sex and desire. He shoved me against the wall, my hands bracing the impact. His hands grabbing my slim waist pulling my ass back into his ample crotch, grinding into me. I groaned. Wiggled my ass back at him. One of his hands drifted down to grab my bulge aggressively, the other up around my throat pulling my face back and up to his. “Mmmmm such a compliant little faggot. I like that” he resumed licking my ear as his hands unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down in the back. He dropped to his knees and started vigorously eating my ass, eliciting moans of pleasure from my mouth spitting on my hole and his hand a few times and lubing his dick he placed his drooling head at my entrance. I moaned with desire and tried to push back on him but his hands grabbed my waist to stop me. “Uh uh not so fast pretty boy. You ain’t in charge tonight. I decide when and how.” I smirked and relented. But started pushing my pussy in and out, grabbing at his dick with my well trained and talented cunt. “Ohhhh shit. Greedy little whore. Luckily, our interests align…” and with a hard thrust he sank his fat cock balls deep. Damn it hurt. I yelped out in surprise and with a little pain. But I worked hard to open myself up for him and quickly got used to his thickness and length. Smaller than daddy for sure but still felt so good inside of me. He kept a firm grip around my waist and pounded my ass deep with long and fast strokes. “Goddamn stud that’s a gorgeous ass, your daddy is a lucky man. I ain’t gonna last long. You want that? Want me to help ruin this perfect fucking ass with my cum?” “Yessir please!!” I whined “cum in my ass I need ittttt!” A few quick thrusts later and I was receiving the first load of the night deep inside of me. He pulled me back up to whisper in my ear “your daddy give you any rules?” “No sir. Any and all dick. No topping.” He turned to the small crowd “No questions boys. The slut is to be used hard tonight. Nothing off limits except his dick which…. Is really too bad for some of you. He’s got a nice one.” And so he pulled out of me and before I could turn to clean him another man was shoving a short but thick cock into me and the other guy was off.

Here's a shot of Mine !

Justifying bareback is actually pretty easy. Many of us who do, simply believe that the benefits outweigh the risks. Personally, I used condoms for a couple of decades. When PrEP became available, I jumped for it. In my estimation, the risk of harm from it is clearly outweighed by the quality of life benefit I get from going bare. Nothing in life is safe. Every action you take has some risk attached to it. But the early 21st century developed world, even for sexually active MSM, is a whole lot safer than some people would have you believe.

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

I love my partner very much, unfortunately I also really love letting strangers use me up. I have a few rules that I try to follow and I was wondering if any other cheaters have any rules to they’ve set for themselves. I never invite strangers over when my partner is home/sleeping. I have a couple regulars who breed me in my garage late at night because that’s the only time they can get away from their wives but other than that I don’t risk it. You never know who’s on the apps late at night and the chance that they might bring drama or possibly get me caught just isn’t worth it. I never leave cum inside of me when I’m around my partner. If I’m out while he’s at home, and I end up getting bred, I always stop somewhere and empty my hole out before I’m around him. Same thing with when I’m ass up if he’s at work. I always fart out the loads before he gets home. Even though it is torture wasting that cum, there’s simply no explaining an ass full of stranger cum to a partner if they catch it. So I don’t risk it. I also usually don’t let guys kiss me when they’re fucking me. Even though it’s ironic, I know it’s the thing my partner would hate the most so I try not to do it. I do break my rule for older white guys though. They’re just the best kissers to me lol Does anyone else have any rules they follow when cheating?

No, thoroughly analytical me thinks. Thanks for grabbing hold and further opening and dissecting this can of... snakes. What stands out to me with Project 2025 is how brazen, open, those who would pull the strings are with this. They plainly state that this is about way more than trump or the 2024 election. This is about changing the infrastructure of our country that guards against having a king. Get that kind of control and it won't be the president who controls things but the ones who pull his strings. It's appalling to me how evil these people are and what makes it really scary is i am intimately familiar with the emotional mind set of those who believe they know what "God" wants. They are delusional, truly believing they know God, so their only conscience or moral guard is what they have convinced their self is "God." And "God" can do no wrong. Keep in mind, these people follow a "God" who's gonna send all of us to hell to burn in eternal flames and torture. So, how could anything they do to infidels be worse? If you think i'm exaggerating, check out the list of Project 2025 advisory board members, then start googling them. How about "Liberty University." Pat Robertson and the 700 club. That show gives me the chills. Pats university still gives out counseling degrees in fun stuff like 'reparative therapy." Here's the list of the Project 2025 advisory board members: The 60 groups that make up the Advisory Board include: 1792 Exchange  Alabama Policy Institute  Alliance Defending Freedom  America First Legal  American Accountability Foundation  American Center for Law and Justice  American Compass  American Cornerstone Institute  American Council of Trustees and Alumni  American Family Association American Family Project American Legislative Exchange Council  American Juris Link American Moment  American Principles Project  Center for Equal Opportunity  Center for Family and Human Rights  Center for Immigration Studies  Center for Renewing America  Claremont Institute  Coalition for a Prosperous America Competitive Enterprise Institute  Concerned Women for America  Conservative Partnership Institute  Defense of Freedom Institute  Ethics and Public Policy Center  Family Policy Alliance  Family Research Council  First Liberty Institute  Forge Leadership Network  Foundation for Defense of Democracies  Foundation for Government Accountability  FreedomWorks  Heritage Foundation  Hillsdale College  Honest Elections Project Independent Women’s Forum  Institute for Education Reform Institute for Energy Research  Institute for the American Worker  Institute for Women’s Health  Intercollegiate Studies Institute  James Madison Institute   Keystone Policy  Liberty University  Mississippi Center for Public Policy National Association of Scholars  National Center for Public Policy Research  Pacific Research Institute  Patrick Henry College  Personnel Policy Operations  Public Interest Legal Foundation Recovery for America Now Foundation  Susan B. Anthony Pro-Life America  Teneo Network  Texas Public Policy Foundation  The American Conservative  The American Main Street Initiative   The Leadership Institute  Young America’s Foundation  [think before following links] https://www.heritage.org/press/project-2025-continues-grow-60-partners-preparing-next-presidential-administration

Dealer sex is fierce

I have a fuckbud who i play with a few times a month. He's married to an older guy, but I have no idea what their relationship is like. i suspect it may be a sexless relatioship. I don't know if there is an understanding or whether he is actually deceiving and cheating. That being said it does not affect how passionate our hookups are. Lots of kissing, verbal, eating each other's asses and him taking my cum in his ass and me swallowing his load. A major turn on for me is sending him home to his husband with my load deep inside him.

Anyone else love sharing tops with other bottoms? At this point nothing turns me on more than laying ass up next to another bottom side by side as a hung top takes turns going inside us, transferring our ass juices to one another. I love having a cock inside me that has been inside someone else’s ass. The bond I feel with the other bottom is amazing, especially as we make out with our tongues as either one of us is pounded.

That flight attendant knew he was being filmed. I've watched the entire video the camera was clearly visible so he was not secretly filmed.

Chapter 6: Holiday? What Holiday? Three months later, Steve was sitting on a plane bound for Puerta Escapada, a beach and port town on the Caribbean coast of Central America. Daniel had secured a private villa overlooking the beach for a week, courtesy of his anonymous backer, and the entire company could look forward to a comfortable holiday in the sun – between the segments of the shooting schedule. And there was the sticker. Daniel laid down the law the first night at dinner, as soon as everyone arrived. “Welcome to Puerta Escapada. You’ll have seen the sheet of house rules in your rooms, and the big number one there is that the beach is not clothing optional. It’s a shared public beach so bear that in mind. The pool? It’s fine if you want to go natural there. “If you have any questions or issues about the house, the facilities, the meals, speak to Lianne here. She’s our business manager for this company. “We all want to enjoy ourselves, but we are here to work, and we have a lot of work to do in six days. So: two rules. One, if you’re on the schedule, be on time. Don’t hold everyone else up. And two: if you still have one or more scenes to do, no sex. No jacking. No “we can stop in time.” Just don’t. For those who’ve seen Rod Rammer’s films (and here he gestured to his famous leading man), that’s the secret of his huge money shots. Everyone is to produce money shots like his – if they want to get paid, that is. Any questions?” No, there were no questions. Dinner was a silent meal. There were a couple of guys in the cast who were famous (read “notorious”) for leaping into bed with every man who crossed their path, and they looked downright sullen. As they were leaving after dinner, Steve heard one of them muttering to the other. It sounded remarkably like “fucking dictator.” He guessed that, in a different environment, closer to home, those two would have just said, “Fuck this,” and walked away. Here, it wasn’t so simple. Besides, it was hard for young gay guys to resist a cheap holiday in the sun in deluxe conditions, with a pay packet thrown in. Daniel’s cast might grumble, but they would deliver the goods all right. For the first full day, there was no filming scheduled. Everyone had fun relaxing in the ocean, and sunning around the pool. On Day Two, it was time to get to work – and Steve’s scene with a snooty blond Scandinavian twink named Erik was the first to roll. Erik had no worries about taking Steve’s famous spear. He’d sat on several of the most famous big dicks in porndom and was looking forward to the chance to add Rod Rammer to his list. Not only was he sure of his ability, he’d made sure that everyone else knew about it. Erik turned out to be one of those good-looking porn performers who was certain that everyone shared his own magnificent opinion of his abilities in bed. He just knew that this would be the film to make him famous, and he made sure everyone else knew it too. By this time, Steve had been around long enough that he was no longer impressed merely by the fact that an ass that could swallow up anything shy of a city bus. Something else that didn’t impress him was Erik’s “I’m going to be the star” attitude. He’d met a few too many guys with that attitude during his years of porn work. He decided to teach the young upstart a lesson. But he checked with Daniel first to make sure the boss was okay with his little plan. This was an outdoor scene, filmed in and around the pool. Steve had brought his own swimsuit, since he’d had to shop widely to find a design which could comfortably accommodate his dick – even soft, it took up an impressive amount of room. Erik was wearing a slender, little G-string with the connecting strings tied in cute little bows. The scene started with the two men making out in the water, and a lot of underwater camera work courtesy of one of the cameramen, Eddie, who was an expert free diver in his “real” (non-porn) life. Eddie captured the action under the water in a series of impressively long takes, including the one where Erik fished Steve’s rammer out of his suit and began sucking it under water, and then the next one where Steve untied Erik’s suit, pulled it right off him, and got two fingers inside his ass, all in the space of two minutes. When they climbed out of the pool, they took a breather while Eddie dried off and ditched his underwater camera and battery housings, then they got down to work again. Erik was down on the broad lounger bed on all fours, facing the edge. Steve stood at the edge and commanded Erik to “suck my cock, slut.” Erik took the rammer into his mouth and began sucking on it. Privately, Steve rated his cock-sucking skills at no more than a six out of ten, but he shut his mind to that and concentrated on the sensations. Erik was only managing to get half of Steve’s cock into his throat but that was enough. Before long, Steve could feel the cum starting to rise. He formed a mental picture of his old buddy Matteo who’d eventually managed to deep-throat him all the way, as well as being the first guy who’d ever taken his entire dick deep inside his ass. Matteo had been an incredible cocksucker, and just picturing him at work did the trick. Erik was sure Steve would stop, since he was subject to Daniel’s strictures about money shots too. But Steve didn’t stop. He clamped his hands on either side of Erik’s head, pulled him right down on that huge cock to the choking point, and let his four-day load fly. Locked in place, Erik could only do his best to gulp and swallow. But his best wasn’t good enough to cope with a Rod Rammer Ten-Squirts Money Shot. He was struggling, choking, and finally had to use his hands to push Steve away. Steve casually wiped the last couple of squirts all over his face and then stood there, watching impassively, as Erik coughed and sputtered and finally swallowed the rest of that massive load. Daniel had a huge smile on his face at the sight. He called a break so that Erik could get over the choking, coughing fit before they resumed. Erik disappeared inside to the bathroom for a while and was still notably red-faced when he returned. Will and Eddie, the cameramen, had caught on to the vibe and razzed him about being sunburned. Just before they restarted, Erik quietly asked Steve, “Why the fuck didn’t you warn me you were going to shoot?” Steve’s reply was equally quiet, but with a distinct cutting edge. “I figured that you, being such a big star, could handle it with no trouble.” And Erik got the message, loud and clear, especially when he saw Daniel grinning at him and tossing Steve a thumbs-up gesture. At that his face got even redder, and Daniel said, “Bit too much sun on your face, Erik?” After that, the young blond’s behaviour and attitude noticeably improved, and Steve found that the fucking scene, when they got to it, went far better than he’d expected. He enjoyed the fact that Erik was skilled at working his ass on his top’s cock and could even do it when he had almost all of Steve’s huge ramrod inside him. He reacted to Steve’s every thrust and twist and gave the most convincing performance when Steve was lying on top of his back and thrusting again and again deep into his ass. Eventually, Steve was ready to cum and signalled that to the crew and Erik. Then he began pounding faster and faster, with Erik now taking the whole length inside his hole, and at last growled and let it fly. He pumped a couple of shots in, pulled out to blow a couple more across Erik’s cheeks, and then shoved back in to let the last pulses flow into the younger guy’s ass. It wasn’t his usual monumental cum shot, but for a second time in a session it was certainly much more than just respectable. The same could not be said of James and his performance with Daniel that afternoon. James was one of the slutty soreheads who had called Daniel a “fucking dictator” two days earlier, and he proved to be a real loser at his job too. He fussed and fumed about “getting the angle right”, then let out a loud cry when Daniel gave him the first really deep thrust with his nine Hawaiian inches. He pulled away and jumped off the bed. “I can’t do this if you’re going to fuck me hard enough to hurt like that.” Daniel’s response was simple and straightforward. “Point taken. Goodbye. Lianne will rebook you on the first flight out tomorrow morning.” After James had left in a pouting huff, Daniel had observed to Steve, “Good thing I didn’t pair him up with you.” “I’ve had a couple of experiences with whining little boys like that myself.” That left a gaping hole in the plans for the film, a hole which would have to be patched with an extra session back in Los Angeles. In the meantime, the crew got an unexpected extra afternoon of goof-off time, an afternoon which Steve spent serenely relaxing by the pool while Daniel fussed and fumed and sputtered. Steve, watching him, thought, This man is driven by his need. He needs to make someone eat dirt and I think I know who it is. Steve spent the rest of the week resting up, relaxing, swimming, working out, and generally getting into the right mind frame for his final scene, the big duo with Daniel. He knew that this one was a secret from the rest of the crew and with any luck it would remain so until the finished product was ready for release. Although he missed most of the filming sessions, he did want to sit in and watch the one where Erik would switch to the top role, with the baby of the company, twenty-one-year-old Pablo, as his bottom. As he watched Erik switching smoothly into a more dominant mode, Steve thought to himself inside that this guy actually had a lot of potential. He could act well even while he was fucking, and that couldn’t be said about everyone by a long shot. He made a mental note to keep Erik’s name in mind. Pablo was doing a great job, too, squirming around as Erik drove his seven inches into his tight ass again and again. Unlike many porn performers, Pablo really was a relative newcomer to getting fucked, and the tightness of his gleaming rounded ass was real, not a put-on. Steve envied the young Mexican who was getting such a thorough reaming of his asscunt, and then to his surprise he found that watching this fuck scene was giving him a hard-on. At that, he quietly got up and left the viewing room, going down for a long walk on the beach to unwind and calm down. On the final day, the last main scene was an orgy of the five younger guys on the shoot, and it took a good part of the day to cover it all because so many camera angles were needed. Daniel directed the entire scene with a firm but light hand, while Steve stayed clear to keep his mind clear. On the last night at dinner, as the guys exchanged their travel notes, one of them asked Steve, “You flying out tomorrow too?” “No. My flight’s early the next day, so I’m moving down to a small hotel near the airport for tomorrow night.” The last of the guys cleared out in the morning, taking their bags down to the shuttle van that was delivering them all to the airport. Daniel, in his usual methodical way, wanted to check out the entire villa in person, making sure there was no damage done anywhere. Then he and Steve grabbed their bags, and Lianne drove them to the hotel by the airport. She was the only one who knew what was going on. They spent an hour or so in the afternoon, setting up cameras and lights – without the help of Will and Eddie. Even those two weren’t in on the secret. Due to the lack of crew, Daniel wanted this to be as much as possible a single long take covering the entire scene, and the cameras were placed to make that possible. At last they were ready. They showered off together, helping each other get hard and ready. Then they slipped on their shorts, started the cameras, and the scene was a go. As soon as they started, Steve forgot all about the cameras in his concentration. Daniel was deeply involved in the scene, too, and that made it easy for the two of them to look as if there was something more going on than just sex for money. Both of them were being forceful, going for what they wanted, and that made it hard to guess just who was going to end up on top. Steve, in fact, was the first to go for sucking cock, and thoroughly enjoyed himself going down repeatedly on Daniel’s thick meat. But then, Daniel pulled away, pushed Steve down onto the bed, and climbed on top of him in the sixty-nine position. The two of them worked on each other’s cocks for a while, with Steve getting all of the Hawaiian Nine into his mouth, while Daniel pulled a more than respectable ten of Rod Rammer’s thirteen into his own throat. After a while, though, it was Daniel who upped the stakes as he dropped his head lower to start eating Steve’s ass. In no time, the two of them were going full throttle at rimming each other, moving around a bit to make sure that both ends of the pair got seen by the cameras. Daniel was just as conscious of that need as Steve was – not conscious enough to interfere with the scene vibe, but still a thread in each of their minds. Before long, Steve was quivering. He loved to eat ass, but he loved even more to have his ass eaten, and a part of him was wishing Daniel would fuck him instead. But that wasn’t in the script, either for the scene they’d planned or for the character of Rod Rammer. At least the Hawaiian Nine had bottomed on film before. Time for Steve to take charge. He heaved Daniel up and off him, throwing the Hawaiian stud over onto his back. Steve reared up onto his knees, looming over Daniel with his glistening cock flashing in the light as it jutted into the air. Daniel pulled his legs up, exposing his ass, while Steve was opening the bottle of lube and applying it to his cockhead, then the shaft, and then into Daniel’s hole, first with one finger and then with two. It was time. Steve withdrew his hand and planted the tip of the famous Rammer on the Hawaiian Nine’s quivering hole. The hole relaxed, drawing him in, and he entered the tunnel. His cock sank slowly but easily in for the first eight inches or so, but then he encountered resistance. It was plain that Daniel had never been fucked by anything this long before, and he was moving around under Steve, shifting his ass from side to side or up and down – until something inside him moved out of the way and Steve was able to slowly push all the rest of his cock inside Daniel’s ass. Daniel was gasping for air, and it wasn’t an act. He’d never been stretched this much or filled this far, and his butt muscles were fighting it. Steve could feel the strength of those muscles clamping down on him, and he held still, planting his hands firmly on either side of Daniel’s chest and waiting for the strain to relax. At last, the muscles began to ease their death grip, and Steve was able to begin pumping, slowly but steadily increasing his speed. The cameras caught all the details as Steve’s cock plundered Daniel’s ass, faster and faster, going right inside to the full length, pulling right out until even the rim of the head was showing, and then plunging all the way back down and in again. Then, Steve pulled out, rolled Daniel over, and pulled him up onto his hands and knees. Pushing back in, Steve continued his battering ram assault on Daniel’s fuckhole, moving faster and faster with every minute that passed. He grabbed Daniel by the shoulders and pulled him up into an upright position. Daniel arched his back, leaving a clear air space between their bodies between the hips and the shoulders, and Steve pounded into him harder and harder, until they could both feel that the moment was coming. And it happened. Daniel arched even more, roared out the words, “Aw, fuck!” and quivered as his cock lifted up and squirted a huge burst of sperm into the air in front of him, falling in a graceful arc back down onto the floor beside the bed. His cock kept leaping up and down, spurting more and more as Steve hammered out the last few strokes and erupted deep inside his ass, pulling out to shoot a few bolts of cum onto his deep-tanned cheeks, and then pushed back in to finish off deep inside his partner’s body. The two of them collapsed onto the bed together, with Steve lying on top of Daniel and nuzzling his shoulder and neck. Eventually, they detached, got up, and switched off the cameras and the lights. Daniel made a spectacular sight, with his muscled body, his erect cock, and the final bits of sperm trailing down his legs as he checked the cameras one by one, just to make sure that they had actually run and captured the entire scene. The two of them showered off, pulled on swimsuits, and went downstairs for a relaxing swim in the outdoor pool (which felt more like a hot tub in the tropical heat). Then Daniel set up his laptop to copy the video files for backup. That night, the two porn stars slept peacefully together. Steve in particular was feeling very satisfied. He’d managed to persuade Daniel that he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to return the favour, and Daniel had then joined the very short and exclusive list of men who had fucked Rod Rammer. It had taken a bit of work to get the Hawaiian Nine inside Steve’s willing but rarely fucked ass, but it was worth the effort. Daniel had given Steve a great powerhouse reaming that Steve would remember for a long time, and Steve had slept in deep contentment with a big load of the Hawaiian Nine’s seed nestled deep inside his body.

Absolutely. Especially when He is consciously opening that "hole", it's like a door into a room within a room (womb within a womb?). For me, there is physical fuck and mind fuck. and connection is effected by both. i've had Guys pound my second hole who didn't seem aware of what they were doing or where they were. Then there have been Those Who obviously know when they reach that place and purposely/knowingly open and enter it. Conscious breeding always connects me deeper to The Breeder. For me, "breeding" is more than His Seed or Piss, it's also His penetration and opening of me. From a physical standpoint, once He has planted His Cum or Piss past that place, i'm going to retain Him and absorb Him and it's made possible because i can use that same curve to help hold and keep Him inside of me.

To be honest... it takes two to tango and the air steward should've known better than to go into a bathroom to fuck when he should have been working. What if there was an accident mid flight? I do however recognize your point of filming someone without their permission.

It is my favourite, especially when spun and the vibration is on high as our asses kiss.

got to this guys house. he immediately threw me on the bed ripped my pants down and ate my hole! one finger two finger finger fuckin me hard. then holds me down and pounds a load in me. he says, oh "We" aren't done with you. I look back and say, we? and this gorgeous chocolate man walks in stripes down and a big 10 inch thick cock flops out. he says "my turn" now dam!! he stretched my hole to the max. but he was verbal about how tight I was at first. he said, dam look at that hole gripping my cock. mmmm then goes balls deep and hits that other hole. and that got him going. 2 hrs later I lay there in a pool of sweat and cum. they both slap my ass and get up and say, shower time you comin. part 2 to come

Agreed, and I must have been really full of cum, just got fucked since the last post, and the tops cock was covered in last night's cum when he pulled out the 1st time I licked it up thinking it was his, but it wasn't. Luckily he thought it was hot and did proceed to pound me more and load me up!

That's an issue for the courts, not surprisingly. Here's my "best guess" on what would happen. There are basically two paths an attack on same-sex marriage could take. The first is (kind of) already underway, where people challenge whether same-sex marriages are entitled to the same kind of legal status that opposite-sex marriages have always received. The idea that the Court might be open to this kind of attack is one I explored elsewhere, where a Supreme Court opinion from this term basically said that a U.S. citizen married to a foreign national did not have her rights violated when the State Department refused to grant her husband a visa to enter the US, on the grounds that this wasn't a "right" she had in the first place. In other words, just because you're a citizen who is married doesn't mean your marriage does anything for your spouse's rights. Take that principle outside of immigration, and suddenly there are a lot of new questions, like benefits. In theory, those questions were answered already, but this Court has shown it's willing to toss decades-old precedent when it doesn't like the results, and I could easily see at least 5 of the 6 conservatives on the Court doing the same for same-sex marriage, and eating away at how states, counties, cities, and private entities must recognize same-sex marriages. The second way is a head-on challenge, where someone sues to overturn Obergefell directly. Obergefell is the decision that said states could NOT prohibit same-sex marriages. If that's overturned, the way that Roe was overturned, every state that still has a law on the books banning same-sex marriage would find those laws back in effect immediately. And then it's a state-by-state fight to see what remains. Some states enacted marriage equality without a court ordering them to. In those states, same-sex marriages would presumably continue undisturbed. Call this Group A. Some states enacted marriage equality under court order, but those states nonetheless enacted it, so it would require a repeal of state law in order to stop any future same-sex marriages. This is Group B. Some states have never enacted marriage equality at all; they've simply had to grant the licenses because SCOTUS said states can't refuse. But on the books, there's still a law saying you can't do that. This is Group C. So, back to overturning: Group A states won't see any changes. Group B and Group C states would have more to sort out, but the general rule is, marriage is a contract, recognized by the state, and in every state I know of, the state can't impair that contract. So they'd almost certainly have to allow those marriages to continue, even if the state repealed marriage equality (Group B) or just started barring them again (Group C). But that doesn't mean that they couldn't start fucking around the edges, like saying employers don't have to give benefits to a married spouse if that spouse couldn't marry the employee today. So yeah, this is a serious issue.

Here's a few clues as to how serious a problem Project 2025 is. First, today, Trump categorically denied any involvement with Project 2025. Specifically he said: 1. "I know nothing about Project 2025." That may be true, but only if his encroaching senility has caused him to forget it, along with the names of his wife and some of his children and various other aspects of his life. Either that, or he no longer has any connection with any news whatsoever, as even Newsmax (reportedly among his favorite sources once FoxNews sort of "turned on him") has been reporting on Project 2025 since last year. 2. "I have no idea who is behind it." Project 2025 is part of the Heritage Foundation, and it's headed by three individuals, ALL THREE of whom worked for Trump in the Office of Personnel Management, including that office's former director. Trump appointed all three. Again, if he has no idea who's behind it, it's because he can no longer remember key appointments he made in his term in office. And Biden's the one who's shaky? 3. "I disagree with some of the things they're saying." Really? He just said he knows nothing about them. and yet he knows enough to disagree with "some" of the things they're saying? Which things? 4. "Some of the things they're saying are absolutely ridiculous and abysmal." Again, which ones, and how does he know this, if he literally knows nothing about the Project? 5. "Anything they do, I wish them luck" Which may be the only true part of this entire statement. 6. "But I have nothing to do with them." Yeah, right. Second: what Project 2025 is pushing is much the same as what he was pushing during his term in office, but on steroids. The fact that this is headed by three people who used to lead the office of Personnel Management is key: they know that if you can fire/hire all new staff at top levels across federal agencies, there's going to be little or no pushback from people as he tries to implement crazy policies - especially considering the expanded power and immunity the Supreme Court gave him this term. Third: P2025 is about so much more than this. They're fairly open in their aims: they want literally the entirety of the federal government to be able to turn on a dime and change to follow the whims of ONE man - in this case, Trump - who happens to be in the Oval Office. They want complete control of the military, so that every officer in command of anyone else is vetted as loyal to the president, not to the U.S. They want the intelligence community to be the same - and given Trump's documented leaking of intelligence information to adversaries, there's not a reason in the world for ANY of our allies to trust us, if this comes to pass. They want to gut agencies from the EPA to Agriculture to Education, from Housing & Urban Development to Transportation to the Interior. Again, this isn't wild conjecture: it's all spelled out in the Project 2025 book. There have been Project 2025 leadership comments that they basically want to repeal much of what the federal government has done for the entire twentieth century. We would return to being a global backwater (but one where immigration is almost impossible), with little to no investment in infrastructure. And if you think big corporations have too much power today, imagine what it's like when all the agencies that regulate them are gutted of virtually all of their regulatory power. And I don't think I'm being excessively hyperbolic when I say that Trump, if re-elected, may never leave office until he dies. During his last gasp efforts to stave off Congress certifying the EC's validation of Biden as the next president, he openly explored ways to use the military to toss out electoral votes he thought should have been his. Imagine if he declares he's running again, and all the red states dutifully put him on the ballot, and this Supreme Court rules that well, this is a problem for the other branches to work out. In the wake of the protests in assorted blue states, Trump declares martial law, and again the Court refuses to step in to stop him, and elections in key blue states are disrupted so that the EC votes for Trump again. And imagine if, somewhere in there, his VP dutifully resigns so he can name Junior as his VP, which the now solidly Republican Congress endorses. A year later, Senior is said to be suffering from assorted illnesses and resigns in favor of Junior, and we're well on our way to the United States of Trump. Think it can't happen here? The only reason our institutions have stood up over time, to date, is that as good or bad as individual presidents were, they respected the system, and likewise for the Supreme Court. Trump doesn't respect the system, which is why he wants to overturn it entirely, and the Court is poised to let him.

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I remember this story went it was posted. I’ve back several times to imagine myself in the role of the story teller. And I keep busting a major nut each time. This story is incredibly hot! in fact there’s another story make the rounds these days. I think it’s entitled “Slave for the Day.” I also can see myself in the role of that protagonist. We all have different tastes. But for me, these two stories are the Top 2 I’ve ever read.

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Part 5 I sat in the chair as this hunk of a man went to work marking my nipples with ink and the feel of the needle piercing my skin made me horny again. The burn of him marking me forever to what I would become made my aching cock leak with so much pre cum it covered the front of the chair just like the small bits of his load were seeping from my ass onto the chair as well. The piercer didn't have anyone new yet to take their place in his chair so he took the opportunity to walk over and show me the same oral skills he was using on his previous customer. The combination of my tattoos and the sensations on my cock made me shoot hard into his mouth. I can't seem to remember the last time I came so hard and was in total euphoria as the piercer swallowed every drop. He stood up and the tattoo artist stopped for a moment and they both kissed each other deeply sharing what little of my cum was left in his mouth. When they stopped he kissed me as well shoving his tongue deep into my throat making me moan again with excitement. When he was done with my mouth he walked away and came back with his tray of piercing tools and asked me if I wanted to get my cock pierced while I was getting my tattoo. I told him that it would be hot to have it done while he was working. He smiled while he gloved up and asked for a brief pause and for me to raise my ass a bit and push out some cum. The tattoo artist smiled a big grin apparently knowing what he was going to be doing with the load. He sterilized the needle he was going to use and showed me the ring he was going to put in my piercing. It was a thick 4 gauge rod with two metal balls at the ends and I was both scared and excited to have it done to me. He smiled at me and jacked me off a bit to make me a little harder. Once I was hard to his liking he swabbed the area under my cock head and then I saw what he had in store for the load he scooped from my ass. He dipped the needle in the load multiple times and made sure it was well coated in poz cum before smiling at me and aimed the needle to my cock. The tattoo artist had to stop for a brief moment as he speared my cock with the needle. It hurt a bit as I would have imagined but the tattoo artist was ready and pushed a bottle of poppers to my nose and I inhaled deeply. The pain didn't last but the artist didn't move the poppers as the piercer inserted the piercing causing me to moan in pain again stretching my cock skin as the ring went in. Once he was finished I was sweating a bit and breathing heavily but I didn't want to stop getting my tattoos done. He had already finished my one nipple and went on to the other and the piercer decided that it was as good of a time as any to start on my first nipple piercing. He got a new set of tools and licked at my nipple causing me to moan but he went easier than usual with the freshness of the tattoo. Once he was set up again he did the same as he did with my cock piercing and dipped the needle in the poz cum again. The artist held the poppers under my nose again as the piercer stabbed through my nipple causing me to yell out in pain and pleasure at the sensations he was causing. He quickly inserted the bar for the piercing and screwed it shut. The artist chuckled at this and went right back to work on my tattoo. By the time he was done with my second tattoo the piercer wasted no time and went to work piercing my other nipple with speed. I yelled out in pain again and was so thankful that it was finally done. Panting and sweating sitting in the chair I hadn't noticed that I drew in a crowd of guy standing in the tent stroking their cocks enjoying the show I had put on.The tattoo artist told me to find him again before the end of the carnival so he could do the other tatoo and the piercer wiped my piercings and wrapped them up just as he did with the other guys and told me that the ointment used on them with heal them in about an hour thanks again to the benefactors research team coming up with the design. I thanked them both again and kissed them both before I walked out of their tent to let the next round of guys get their forever marks and new jewelry. I was so wiped out after all of that I decided to look for some food to help replenish my energy and followed the signs for the food court area. Once there I saw they had all your basic carnival foods from funnel cakes, hot dogs, cotton candy and others. I walked to get a hotdog and a soda and the man at the counter commented on how sexy I looked and he loved seeing the bandages around my nipples and cock knowing I just had some work done. He was a cute asian twink and he was pierced as well his lips, ears , nipples cock and balls. When I saw his balls were pierced it made me hard and I could feel the ring push on the bandages and made a mental note to go back to the piercer and get that done too. He winked at me when he saw me staring and he handed me my order and told me he would see me around again. I sat down at a table and the bench there just like the others had buttplugs installed on them so again I took the biggest one and sat and enjoyed my light lunch. I sat there for a while enjoying the scenery once again and I was lost in thought so much I hadn't realised it had been an hour of me sitting there until someone asked me if I was alright. I looked up at him and asked what he meant and he told me I had been sitting there for an hour and that everyone around was concerned for me. I must have dozed off, I explained to the security guard and said I guess the tattoos and piercings took more out of me than I realized. He was happy to hear that it wasn't something worse and told me if I needed any more rest there was a tent at the end of the food court for anyone who needed to take a break from everything andI thanked him and said I felt better and was ready for more. I stood up and felt a bit sore remembering that I had a large buttplug in me that the lube on it wore off and it hurt a bit pulling it dry. The guard saw my discomfort and pulled out a pack of ointment and started to lather his index finger in it. He looked at me and asked if I minded the help and I bent over the table and welcomed the thought of his help. He slid his finger into my hole and I felt an instant relief. The guard took it easy, sliding in easy and making sure to coat the walls of my anus fully. He took his finger out to where just the tips of them were at the entrance of my hole and added two more and my ass easily accepted both of them. I looked back at him and he was smiling at me seeing that I was feeling better and that he had three of his fingers in me, He continued to push in his fingers now having them all in me and went further and added more ointment and was now fisting my hole making me moan. He continued for a good while before his radio went off and it called him away to an urgent matter so he slipped his hand out and winked at me and walked away. I stayed bent over the table for a moment giving every guy who was watching a show of my gaping hole. A few who were close to cumming walked up behind me and dumped their loads in my hole before it closed up and walked away. Now that I felt rejuvenated I removed the wrappings from my cock and nipples and marveled that they looked 100% healed and they all felt amazing. I smiled and decided it was time to find the next part of the carnival to enjoy.

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Part V. And so the day came when my boyfriend returned and I needed to follow through on all of my promises. I want to say it was hard, and that I was nervous. But it wasn’t. And I wasn’t. Cutting to the chase he was sad, but not surprised. I had been pretty quiet while he was away and he had felt the growing distance. I gave him some space to grab some of his stuff from my apartment. While I was out I called daddy. My cock sprang to life instantly. I had prepped for this and I hadn’t cum in two full weeks. My balls ached. “Yes bitch?” He answered “It’s done” “Come over” “He’s still packing up I don’t-“ “Come. Over.” Figuring the bf didn’t want to see me right now anyway I went. Wearing what I had on, a threadbare t shirt and running shorts. My cock was clearly visible, I didn’t care. Inside his apartment daddy ordered me to strip, and he stood there admiring my body, even tighter than when he’d seen it last. “Damn beautiful sight boy” he said as he approached me, hands reaching back to grab my ass and pull me in for a deep kiss, which I eagerly returned. “This ass is gonna look so good once I tattoo my name on it bitch. Now suck my dick, get me wet for that pussy” I sucked him deeply. Eagerly. I could easily take him to the root each time now and he loved every second of it. He abruptly pulled me up and tossed me onto my back on his bed. Spitting on my hole he shoved his full length into me making me yelp in surprise. He spit into his hand and grabbed onto my rock hard dick, which surprised me even more. He had never touched my dick before. I groaned loudly, knowing I wouldn’t last long. “You’ve been such a good boy I’m going to do this. Don’t get used to it.” He put his thumb into my mouth for me to suck, with drew it and went to work rubbing one of my nipples. I whimpered and whined at all of this attention and it was not long before I spewed an enormous load all over myself. I shot everywhere including into my own open, drooling mouth. He scooped up my cum, dribbled some into my mouth, and the rest he slathered over his dick. He flipped me onto my hands and knees and shoved back in. “Yessss daddy use my fuckin hole, I’ve missed you so much. The poz daddy who fucked me last night is nothing compared to you!” “Got more poz cum last night?” “Yes sir, I begged him to take the condom off and then he told me he’s poz right when he was cumming in me” “Good cumdump. he know your deal? What a filthy cheating whore you are?” “Yes sir! He wants to fuck me again with you when I convert!” His thrusts became more powerful, more urgent then. Pushing my chest to the mattress he put his entire weight into the fuck. “Hell yeah bitch! That what you want? You want me to convert you?!” “Yes daddy PLEASE! I want you and your friends to use me all you want and get me fuckin pregnant!” My cock which had been soft, rose to its full 8.5”, slapping against my stomach with every thrust from daddy. I was surprised to feel an orgasm building “Oh shit please daddy don’t stop! You’re gonna make me cum please make me cum baby pleaseeee!” I whined “You got it slut!” And he picked up the pace, his sweat dripping onto my back. I cried out in ecstasy as my ass started to twitch and cum started pouring from my cock onto the bed below. Just then daddy came with a roar and collapsed onto me, both of us heaving sweaty messes.

Part IV He withdrew his perfect cock from my ass and since he hadn’t yet cum, I dropped to my knees and grabbing his big hairy ass in my hands pulled him deep into my throat. I made love to him with my mouth and throat, my tongue sliding down over his balls as he grabbed my head to fuck my face properly. Before long he was erupting down my throat and I greedily swallowed it all down. Pulling me to my feet his hands went to cup my round muscular ass cheeks as he gazed deep into my eyes. “When’s your boyfriend back?” “Two weeks, daddy” “Good. You’ll have time to think about what you said tonight. If you decide to stay with him, fine. This has been fun. But I want you to be honest with yourself. Think about how it felt to say those things out loud to another man. How it felt to admit to something dark about yourself and to not be judged. I don’t think it is coincidence that as soon as you said those things that big dick of yours released the biggest load of cum I’ve never seen and that pussy quaked with the most powerful orgasm I think you’ve ever had. Don’t bother denying it, those squeals you let out told me all I needed to know.” I groaned as his fingers found my hole. I moved to speak but he stopped me. “Don’t say anything bitch. You don’t need to. I want you to get dressed now and go home. Don’t call me unless you dump him. And don’t cum until then. I will know. You can suck all the dick you want, get fucked all you want. But do not cum. Got it?” I nodded. Back home, a million thoughts coursed through my mind. True he was the best sex I had ever had. True I felt more myself when I was with him than I had in years. True he had awakened dark desires in me, and putting words to those and to be praised for that was an amazing feeling. But my boyfriend was kind. I was kinder when I was with him. Wasn’t a guy like me supposed to end up with a guy like him? Big alpha looking jock with the perfect body and a career and a successful hot little twink bottom with a tight ass? His ass. The thought of it used to get me rock hard but now….. nothing. In fact my mind wandered to picturing him taking my daddy’s fat cock deep up his ass with me looking on, waiting excitedly for the moment when daddy will roar as he emptied his poz load deep inside of him, followed by that possessive slap on his ass. So I guess that answers that question. Though if I think about it, it never really was a question. Over my years as a slutty single, I was most consumed by those men who saw me for what I am, as daddy does, and used me to provide as much pleasure to themselves as they could extract from my holes. And that in turn gave me pleasure. So I spent the following two weeks killing it at the gym and trying not to focus on sex too much. I wanted to be the best prize I could be for my daddy, as I didn’t know what he had in store for me that first night of my impending freedom. I became increasingly horny. And I was desperate for daddy. True to his instructions though, I did not contact him. Then, the night before my boyfriend was going to be home I went out to an old favorite bar. I was desperate and he said I could get fucked so… I threw on a jock and daddy’s fave little jean shorts with a low tank and headed out. At the bar I was, as always, ogled and groped by everyone there bold enough to try it. Little did they know I would’ve let any of them fuck me right there in the bar. One guy however did more. He approached me, smiled, slide his hand down the back of my shorts and between the hard globes of my ass to find my smooth, accommodating hole. Kissing me deeply his tongue snaked into my mouth and I returned his kiss passionately and eagerly, my hand coming to rest on his ample bulge. We chatted a bit as he played with and admired my body a bit more. He turned me around so his bulge pressed into my ass and ran his hand up my shirt to play with my nipple as he ordered a drink. I leaned back, happy to be objectified like this and made eye contact with and older guy in the corner who smirked approvingly. I winked and ran my tongue around my lips while moving a hand to the man’s ass to pull him closer Eventually he told me it was time for us to go, and he took me back to his place. I made an absolute spectacle of myself in the back of the taxi. Making out, licking and sucking on his neck and ears. I even risked rubbing my face into his crotch. He whispered into my ear “I’m going to fuck you so godamn hard as soon as we get out of this car” We entered his building, he said hello to the doorman who, I suspect, had seen this scene play out many times before. His arm around my waist we tumbled into the elevator and he was quick to tear my shorts open and let them fall to the floor. He spun me around and dove into eating my hole deeply and masterfully. It felt fucking great. It occurred to me vaguely that the security guard might be seeing this. Perhaps that was the point. But I didn’t care. It made it better. The doors opened and we practically ran to his apartment. I didn’t bother putting the shorts on. It was late. I stripped the tank off at his door and once inside he had me pressed against the wall in his foyer as he ate me out ferociously. His hand drifting to the pouch of my jock pausing his ministrations to say “mmmm boy is packing too, doesn’t matter though does it? You’re here to get fucked” “Yes sir!! Please!” “Get me naked boy” I pulled his clothing off as quickly as possible. Pulling down his underwear revealed a long and decently thick cock. Nothing like my daddy’s but it would do just fine. I grasped it and stroked it gently as we made out some more. My cock swelled tasting my ass on his mouth and I moaned pathetically into him. He chuckled and pulled me down a hallway, pushing me face down onto his bed. He had lovely silk sheets, I guess he wasn’t planning on getting laid tonight. Still in the jock I felt his legs straddling my upturned ass. Cock resting between my cheeks. He raised himself up and a moment later he was pressing into me. Ugh. Condom. I winced as he pushed further into me. Finally feeling his pubes pressing against me he started to pull out slowly. Then all the way in. My boner, however, was gone. I reached behind me for his cock. Felt the rubber and started to slip my finger beneath it. “Hoho what’re you doin’ boy?” “Please daddy take the condom off…? I wanna feel you” “Oh yea? You don’t know me” “I trust you” “You’ve got no reason to. Besides I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about me! Bound to catch something from a slut like you” “Promise I’ve got a clean bill of health!” Which was true. Last time I checked. I just… hadn’t checked in a while. Not my fault he didn’t ask when that was. “I dunno…” he trailed off But he kept fucking. And my fingers stayed between him and the condom and each time he withdrew I rolled a bit more of it off until finally… I tossed it onto the bed next to us and he continued to fuck. “Oh godamnnnn this is good pussy FUCK boy somebody trained you well.” I just moaned into the mattress “Want me to take this jock off you? Jerk that big dick of yours off while you take mine?” He reached below me to fondle my cock which by now had risen to full mast again. “No please sir… my daddy won’t let me cum” “Oh fuck that’s hot. He k ow you’re here right now?” “No sir but I’ll tell him” sending this guy got off on cheating sluts I added “he’s been using me while my boyfriend is out of town for work and gave me an ultimatum. He won’t fuck me again unless I dump him tomorrow when he comes home. I can get fucked but I can’t cum until I call him.” “Oh shit! You’re a dirty fucking boy aren’t you? Daddy got a big dick?” “Yessir” “That why you gonna leave your own boy? Dumb fag like you can’t resist a daddy with a big dick, huh?” “Mmmmm no sir no sir! Please gimme that big fuckin dick of yours! Cum deep in my pussy!!” “FUCK YOU STUPID FUCKER TAKE MY POZ LOAD UP THAT BEAUTIFUL FUCKIN ASS!!” After a few moments he pulled out of me. His load dribbling out. “You’re poz?” I asked “You’re not?” “Not yet. Daddy’s working on it though” and I turned around taking him into my mouth to clean him while he stroked my hair A smirk “Hit me up when it takes. Would love to fuck a new convert with his daddy” he put his number into my phone and sent me on my way.

Part II Fuck. I lay there for a moment panting, covered in cum, contemplating what I had done. What my abject lust had compelled me to do. I had crossed a line. But no time to think about that now. Daddy pulled his softening dick from my ass and pointed to it expectantly. I was on my knees again in a flash taking it into my mouth. Licking up and down the shaft, around his balls, being sure to clean every centimeter. “Good boy” he said I stood, looking deep into his eyes. He wasn’t cold, per se, but he looked at me in a detached way. As a piece of property or plaything. Not a person, but a thing. I didn’t hate that. He gave me a light slap on my ass, “it’s good to see you. You’re even better than I remember. Come back anytime but before you do, get a full body wax. Leave some above your dick.” And with that he grabbed a pen and wrote his number on my forearm, winked, and went into the bathroom. My dick swelled at this. I heard the water turn on and I took that as my cue to get dressed and make myself scarce. Of course I couldn’t get him out of my head. Honestly I didn’t try all that hard. I kept reaching between my legs to play with my sloppy and leaking hole. I missed that feeling. Very few men I had been with made me feel as good as he did. He wasn’t rough, but he was assertive. He made me feel his dominance and as a 6’2” hung muscular jock I… didn’t get to feel that way often. I hadn’t realized before my relationship how much I craved that, and now that I had it back…. I didn’t want to give it up. Risks and all. I was ready. So it was that I booked an appointment at a spa for the next day. Full body wax with a trimmed landing strip above my dick. As ordered. I looked fucking good. I preened in the mirror, admiring my smooth muscles and tight pink hole. I texted daddy. “Ready when you are, sir” “Pic” I sent him a pic. “Tonight. Wear those slutty shorts and a tank” A few hours later he was pulling me into his apartment. He had answered the door naked which got me immediately boned up. He noticed, grabbing my dick through my shorts “Such a big pretty dick you’ve got. Too bad really, it’s confused you for so long. Let you believe you could or should be topping but we know the truth don’t we?” I nodded. “We might need to do something about this then huh? Maybe lock you up? Would you like that?” “If you want me to, daddy. What I want doesn’t matter” “Oh sure it does baby, we need you feeling good and horned up for daddy at all times!” He squeezed. I whimpered. “We’ve got time to figure out what you need. For now, we’ll let it hang but ain’t nobody gonna be touching it got that? you cum hands free or you don’t cum in front of me” “Yes sir” He sat down on an armchair in the corner and spread his legs wide. His massive cock standing straight up like a monument to sex. My mouth watered. My hole quivered. I knelt between his legs and got to work slobbering on my daddy’s cock. Remembering what he said the last time, no lube and no poppers I let my saliva flow freely. My tongue slathered him everywhere. Balls, taint, asshole. I was loving eating him out, it felt so right to worship every inch of him like this. “Strip” he barked. I stood and did as I was told. “Beautiful.” He murmured as he ran a hand from my pec down my stomach, fingers grazing the little landing strip but stopping short of my dick. “Ride it” he shifted in the seat to allow me access and I straddled him placing his dripping cock at my entrance. Slowly I eased down. Painfully he stretched me, but I had prepped a bit so I was ready. He smiled when my taint came to rest on his pubes, my dick resting on his belly. I smiled back and slowly started to pleasure him. Rocking my hips, lifting up a bit and back down. Deeply fucking myself on him. His hands explored my body deliberately and possessively. I gasped as he pinched one nipple, then the next. I’ve never been much for nipple play but with him, I was a soft mound of clay to be molded to his desire. I leaned back, hands on his legs to stabilize, and threw my head back as I started to bounce harder and faster, his fingers never letting up on my tits. His perfect cock hitting every pleasure center I had and I could feel an orgasm rising. I desperately hoped to cum, but sensing my climax daddy pulled my face to his, slowing our fuck. “Not so fast baby, make your daddy cum first” I whined in disappointment but got to work. Remembering he liked his tits and ears played with I leaned down to lick around his ear. My hand went to his nipples, first tracing around them and then lightly rolling them between my fingers. Flicking them occasionally. I moved my knees up so they were on either side of his body between him and the chair so I could raise myself all the way up pausing with his head just inside my ass, and slam back down to the balls. It was intense for me, but I timed it so I was getting his ear and nips and the long stroking all together. He grunted in pleasure. He was close. Soon he had his hands on my hips and was thrusting hard and fast up into me. His breathing erratic and heavy. I doubled my efforts on his nips and squeezed my loosening cunt on his dick and he erupted with a howl deep inside of me. We stayed connected like that for a minute. His fingertips caressing my back, my head resting against his. Then that little smack on my ass. “Good boy.” I knew what was expected now. I slowly stood up, his heavy cock slipping out of me. Back on my knees I started with the pool of precum I left on his soft belly, licking down to his balls, up his shaft, carefully swallowing his cock down to the root. I stood up. Not sure if he’d follow through on the no cumming unless it’s hands free bit but he just looked at me with that same detached but lustful way, “till next time bitch.”

Well, fksn - I met my life-partner at Mans Country in Chicago. I was fucking a tasty Hole, and he was sucking off a Cock next to me. He pulled off long enough to give me the most beautiful smile, twinkling, big, fat, cornflower-blue eyes, and then went back to work. When the Cock he was sucking shot it's load in his mouth, I just leaned sideways and kissed that sweet, beautiful mouth full of Sperm. That was the beginning of just over 30 years together; next month will mark the 14th anniversary of his passing, and I miss him every day. But, somehow I was lucky enough to find the perfect guy for me. So, it can happen !!! Many years later, after moving to FL, I met a hot-assed cumdump on BBRT, who turned out to be the perfect mirror of my own Lusts. I "kept" him for around 3 years, took him to orgies, whored him out at home, took him to IML and showed him what serious Breeding was all about. It ended a couple of years ago, thanks to his drug addictions - I just couldn't put up with it anymore. It was fun while it lasted though.

Here is another quicky on Independance Day... Snif Visit by austinsubmale A few weeks ago I was on that location based app, you know the one I am talking about. It is a map based app where it shows icons of where people are at. I was looking at pics, you click on their icon and their profile pops up. I messaged several guys to say I liked their pics. Most don't respond at all, and some will even block or just delete messages. Most guys on the app are bottoms, but I have my filters set to only show the ones that are very, vers top or top. One guy responded. He asked me if I wanted to come over. He was a black guy and the pic showed a nice big dick. His status was UD+. I said yes and he gave me the address, a seedy apartment complex in a bad neighborhood. I've been there once before. That time I got stood up. I went over and knocked on his door. Hoping this time it would work out and I would get fucked. He answered the door and it was dark inside. He was completely naked and his big, long, thick black dick was already partially hard. I took off my clothes right there near the door and he sat down on his bed. I got on my knees and started sucking him. He turned on a porno of a gangbang scene with several big dicked black guys like him working over a chubby white guy like me. While I was sucking he picked up a glass pipe and fired up a lighter on it. I was worried because I've had bad experiences with tweakers getting "Tina dick" before but as he smoked it he actually got even harder. He didn't offer me any and I wouldn't have taken any but what he does is his business as long as he can fuck. After he was done smoking he told me to get up on the bed, laughing at my tiny white cock. I got up and he positioned me face down, ass up. He lubed up his dick and poured some on my ass then slid a finger and then two inside to get my hole ready. He then slid his dick into me in one slide stretching my hole wide open and probing deep. He really pounded me super hard and fast and it was almost painful at first. The meth he had smoked clearly had him going at hyper speed. He was watching the video and really talking to me as he used my ass and then unloaded in it a couple of times. Telling me to take his hot load. Calling me a worthless faggot. After I left I checked the app and he had blocked me. I logged out and went into anonymous mode so I could see his profile. He had changed his status from UD+ to just Positive. This morning I woke up with fever and chills, and I know exactly why.

But being gat, it would probably be The Brunch Club.

All that background … and you never answered the question! 🤣

I love the small Boss Hogg from MrHankey, smooth and widest in the middle and I can just ride it for hours. The Asmodeus from Twisted Beast (long red tentacle looking one at top left) gets deep in my guts and I can feel it bulging past my belly button. The OxBalls Pigholes (bottom left) are great fun to play with. So many tops love being able to see right inside me while it holds my gape. Bael by Twisted Beast (dark red in the middle) stretches me open and has lovely bumps and curves. Delicious as it slides in. And lastly the Grip plug by ToppedToys (bottom more triangular plug) is perfect for really working on my stretch. Takes time to build up to taking it all but I know I'm properly ruined when I do. They're all fun in different ways though.

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Alternatively, this Supreme Court might simply find a pretext for striking down the Respect for Marriage Act. At this point, with the Court firmly in the hands of right-wingers, you can't really put anything past them; and if Trump were elected this November, expect at least Alito (age 74) to resign so that Trump could appoint a 40-year old replacement who's just as far right. You might even see Thomas (age 75) doing the same, although he's privately said he wants to stay on as long as he's able. Our only prospects for regaining sanity on the Court lie in Alito and Thomas both dying during Democratic presidential terms where we also have the Senate (because I can't see either retiring under those circumstances). Gloomy outlook to say the least.

Lastly: a former KGB sleeper agent publicly praised one of Project 2025's architects in Russia on the country's flagship state-owned television network, gloating that under the policies they're supporting, the US would have no reason to support Ukraine at all. The nation that is described as our chief adversary by the State Department is openly promoting this project. This isn't another so-called Russian hoax (which wasn't a hoax at all); this is an outright admission that Project 2025 has Russia's approval. In a sane country not infected with Trump Adoration Syndrome, this should be enough to end his campaign. The fact that it's not should be sobering.

Part VII “Oh goddddddd daddy…. I love you so much!” I gasped. It was the morning of our third week together and I was in a position I frequently find myself: flat on my back in daddy’s bed, head smashed into the headboard with my man between my legs thrusting deeply inside my pussy. He was holding onto the headboard to get maximum leverage, digging so deeply and powerfully inside me I was reduced to a pathetic whimpering and gasping mess. My cock hard and leaking against my abs. Precum pooling in the divots created by my stomach muscles. I traced my fingers up his belly and around down his back, grasping at his ass pulling him into me. Since I couldn’t see his face from my angle, I needed somehow to show him how I felt. How even with him fully inside me I wanted more. It was the first time I had said this, but not the first time I felt it. “I know you do bitch! Show your daddy how much you love him!” So I grabbed onto my feet and pulled my legs wider apart giving him full access to get as deep as possible. “Good. Now tighten that pussy up, I’ve been using you pretty hard and need you to help get me there” I complied. It somehow turned me on to hear that my ass had loosened up so much these past few weeks/months. Like a pair of boots finally broken in. I was being moulded to fit him. “Mmmmm fuck yes that’s a good boy. Keep pulsing on my dick bitch. Show me what a good pussy you got” he picked up his pace and with a deep growl came all the way inside of me. Pulling out of me my legs fell to either side of him and he lifted himself up to slide his glistening dick into my mouth to clean him up. I did so hungrily and gratefully. We showered and got dressed for the gym. Him in his standard (and might I add very sexy) sweat shorts and muscle T. Me in my now standard and very skimpy crop top and tiny shorts. Sometimes daddy gave me shorts so small my jock strap would show when doing squats. He free balled always. The combination of us had all the boys’ heads on a swivel at all times. Who could blame them. He never acknowledged what I said. I was anxious. Anxious I had said something that changed everything or worse, that it changed absolutely nothing. Daddy always liked to shower at the gym. He liked showing me off. We’d always walk to the shower together nude, big dicks swinging. Sometimes if a guy was eyeing us extra hard he’d give a little show. Have us stop at the sinks maybe to “wash our hands” and slip a finger between my cheeks or something. Cup my ass to guide me into a shower stall. As we were getting dressed he said “So now that you love me, I think we should do something to celebrate. Make sure everyone knows” “Ok… what did you have in mi-“ “Surprise. Let’s go.” He grabbed us a cab and in not too long we were pulling up in front of a tattoo parlor. Walking in he said hello to one of the artists and gave him a big hug. “Hey man, long time! Listen, my boy here wants ‘daddy’s boy’ on his right ass cheek, you got time?” “Fuck yea, for you always! And for a chance to work on an ass like his…” he let out a sultry whistle. “I’m Pete, nice to meet ya!” Pete was hot. Definitely. In a rough trade kind of way. Short and stocky. Beard. Heavily inked as you might expect. I started to speak and moved my hand to meet his for a shake but daddy stopped me “his name doesn’t matter” “… ah… gotcha” he winked at me He took us to the back of the shop, where daddy indicated I needed to strip. Which I did instantly. “Well trained!” Pete remarked, looking me up and down “fuckin hell man…. He’s the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever seen! You are one lucky asshole. Though, I know you in the sack and that kid is truly the lucky one. Aren’t you sweetheart?” “Yes sir” my dick, for some reason, started to stiffen. I briefly imagined him and my daddy together. I wondered if he was poz. “Alright. Face down on the table.” 30 minutes later in dainty script I had a new tattoo. I loved it. Obviously advertising who I am but more than that, it was put on me by my man. It occurred to me then that I didn’t need him to say anything back. This was confirmation enough. Daddy chuckled at my reaction, and gave me a quick kiss. “Alright boy anything else while we’re here?” I paused. “… oh?” Daddy said with curiousity. “Well um… I’ve always wanted a nose ring…” “Cute! Pete, little gold hoop through the left nostril please!” I couldn’t really believe what I was doing. It is true I had always wanted one but I never allowed myself to consider it. I’m a professional. I’m a good boy. But no longer. something about the tatt and the idea of a piercing made me feel like I was cementing my transformation. Moving solidly into a new phase of my life where I lived to serve this extraordinary man. A few somewhat painful moments later and I was done. For now anyway. I loved how it looked. Slutty. Honest. Me. Pete spoke first holding my chin and moving my head side to side “love that little extra sparkle on your pretty fucking face, babe! And take it easy on his ass for a while, no infections!” Then he kissed me. My panicked eyes flashed to daddy nobody else had kissed me in front of him sure I’ve sucked dick but this was more intimate. He nodded his consent and encouragement. And I melted into the kiss. Daddy grabbed my (left) cheek and pulled me in for a kiss, looking into my eyes, “yeah. He’s a really pretty boy. C’mon.” Pete winked again “Bye now, you come on ack anytime, I’ll work on you for free!” For the next few days daddy didn’t lay a sexual finger on me. It was agony. But obviously the right thing to do. Once healed, I came back to his place from work that day and he met me at the door with a bag. “Bathroom. Prep. Get changed. We’re going out tonight”

Hell yeah, I feel masculine when I bottom, no reason not to feel that way. Yeah, so, I'm getting fucked by a man - most likely I have just fucked him or will be fucking him when my turn on the bottom is over and it's time to flip. If not, and I'm only bottoming in a session (very unusual - I normally am top-vers, and like both topping and bottoming in any given encounter, but will occasionally only top or only bottom. Doesn't matter, at least to me and in my experience, I'm fully comfortable in my masculinity and to be fair tend to be kind of dom even when I'm getting fucked. And hell, LOOK at the size of some of those cocks out there - it takes a MAN to take some of those without whimpering or whining or crying - and to take it and enjoy it thoroughly, encouraging the other dude to go for it, to pound and pound hard as I know not only can I take it, but can enjoy and have fun doing so. I guess the answer is different for every guy, but I honestly don't see why one would feel any less of a man just because he's getting fucked - unless he wants to feel that way. And although that's very much not for me, that's just fine if someone else wants to explore their more feminine side or whatever when being topped. If someone has the need to feel submissive and dominated and controlled - then fine (I've certainly topped enough guys like that in my life) but it doesn't HAVE to be that way - like me, I consider getting fucked to be physically pleasurable and just another part of how enjoyable I find in all facets of male-on-male sex to be, and I really enjoy bumping into other guys who can span the full spectrum of top/bottom/vers and explore as much variety in their sex life as possible. So, no, I personally don't feel less masculine when being fucked, and don't see any need to feel my masculinity threatened by it - but if others DO feel that way and WANT to feel that way, then cool! Revel in it! But if you feel your masculinity threatened by it and don't want to - then let it go, there's no need to feel that way. You can have both if you want, just realize that the only one who can really threaten your masculinity is YOU - and you get to decide whether that's for you or not!

Should be sleeping with it inside you not on the face!

Oink oink, I'll be in Palm Springs for a few days, fully participating in these kinds of kinks starting tomorrow.

Pozzed back in April. Have not taken meds and I have no plans to do so in the near term.

Martin My mind was racing about master having hiv, but then I realized that we weren’t doing anything directly so it wouldn’t be a big deal. Over the weekend I found myself constantly bouncing on any seat to make the oversized butt plug rub my prostate. On Sunday when I took it out to use the bathroom I had to go buy poppers just so I could get it back in. When I went over to masters house we did pretty much the same thing as always he stretched my hole gave me some g and did some light fisting. We fell into a pattern of this, interspersed with me watching him poz random twinks who had come to his bar to get hiv. Master explained to me that he ran a bar for hiv positive people to feel free to hangout and be who they were. This sometimes included initiating new members. As the summer went on my vists to master got more frequent till I was there nearly every day. It was around this point that I hit a plateau. I had been taking the same toys for weeks and couldn’t get any bigger. That was when master suggested trying a special lube to help me stretch. “This lube is what all the professionals use but it has something in it that you might be afraid of” master said gently as he stood in front of my gaping hole. “What is it master” “Methamphetamine” “No way that’s super bad for you” I replied hastily “Oh no it isn’t sweet boy, that’s just what the media tells you but for bottom sluts like you it’s actually essential” master said comfortingly “it’s exactly what you need to reach the next level baby ok?” “Yes master” I said hesitantly “Good boy” he said as he began to squirt the lube into me. He started working it deeper with his fist when I felt a burning then a rush came over me. I felt fucking amazing and my hole felt empty “Fuck fill me up master” I moaned needing to be full. I felt him push hs arm deeper and then felt more pressure against my cunt ring. I looked up at the mirror just in time to see his second arm slip in. He pulled his other arm back and locked his hands together inside me. The meth combined with the stretching sent waves of pleasure through me and I started writhing in a orgasm only to look down and see my cock was not only soft but somewhat shriveled as it leaked cum. I don’t know how many times I came that night but at the end master made me a suggestion. “ your cock looked amazing all shriveled up boy” master said as we sat naked on his couch “I know it’s still completely soft now too” I said leaning on masters thick hairy chest still spinning from the meth “ we could keep it that way all the time so it would get even smaller.” He said rubbing my shriveled cock like a clit. “ I think I’d like that master” I said as he stood up to go get something and came back with a pink cock cage “Here we are” he said as he locked my cock into it “ now I’ll just keep the key with me so it’s safe alright boy” “Yeah that sounds good” I said as I began to get dressed.

This 👍🏻 Bull is absolutely wild and a total cum fest for the extreme. Last time I was there was bred in quick session by 4 guys after which a guy spent 10 min felching my hole and giving me cum kisses. It was so dark I couldn’t tell his age 😂

Part 5: The Difference Three Months Makes -Three Months Earlier- Wiping the sheet of sweat off his forehead, Dillan panted heavily as he took in his surroundings in the quickly dimming and heavily forested part of the park he was running in. What had started as a short run to burn off the nervous energy he was feeling had easily turned into an hour-long run. The stress of the midterms was brutal. Psychology had been surprisingly easy, as was Biology and surprisingly enough Calculus. However, it was the dreaded Organic Chemistry course everyone in his major feared that had his stomach in knots. Studying for hours upon hours somehow still hadn’t seemed to help. It also didn’t help the professor was known to be especially evil and put the most enigmatic and esoteric things in the test, to further break the souls of anyone who would dare try to take his precious course, or at least… that’s how Dillan felt. “At least the professor grades on a curve…” Dillan muttered to himself, huffing as he tried to catch his breath. Looking around, he noticed how surprisingly empty the park was and noted how late it was already getting. Normally, this time of year the nights would still be rather cold and not great for cooling down after running, but as luck would have it, the weather had become an uncharacteristic heat wave. Slowly, Dillan began to slow his breathing, feeling the sweat drenching his body absorb into his shirt, causing the thin material to cling to his body as what felt like a river of sweat poured down his face and into his eyes. “God, it’s so damn muggy…” he sighed, looking around for a possible water fountain to grab a handful of water to splash on his face and cool down. Sadly, he saw nothing of the sort nearby, and only a small bathroom through the woods around the corner of the path. Groaning, he slowly stretched out his legs, feeling the slight ache of what would likely be massive cramps later in the night. “I knew I should have stretched more,” he sighed, before slowly walking down the path towards the brick building. Bending the curve, he took in the drab-looking structure as a nagging feeling settled into his mind. Something about the building had him trying to remember something he had heard once… be it in class or at lunch or the like. However, nothing could come to mind, just that he heard something about it. Walking in, he looked around the dimly lit tiled room. Several stalls with a few aging urinals were off to one side. Fresh paint covering over graffiti was sprayed on some of the doors, and two of the stall doors were closed. His footsteps echoed loudly in the sparse room, the sounds bouncing easily off the worn tiles. Walking over to one of the sinks, he turned on the cold faucet, and a slow steady stream of water poured out. Refreshingly cold water filled his now cupped hands and he splashed several handfuls on his face, and he let out a relieved sigh. That’s when the back of his right thigh cramped up. Fighting back a whine, he looked over to one of the free stalls, and limped his way in, taking a seat and closing the door. He began to massage the tense muscles, grinding his teeth as the pain spread and the muscles slowly began to relax under his manipulations. At first, he didn’t hear anything other than the occasional dripping from the faucet he had just used. That was until he heard shuffling in the stall next door, with the occasional thumping noise and what almost sounded like a muffled moan. Looking around, it was at that moment when he laid eyes on the crudely cut-out hole on either side of the walls of the cubicle that he realized what he was trying to remember about this particular bathroom. ——— It had been at lunch in the food hall, after a particularly stressful lecture when he was re-reading his notes while trying to eat a sandwich when he’d heard several of the popular guys joking around at the table across from him. “Fuck dude,” one of them, Eric if he remembered correctly, said, taking a huge puff on the very obviously banned vape he was holding, “That lecture was brutal as shit. Got me stressed the fuck out!” “Ha!” replied Chris. Of course, it’s Mr. Perfect the Football Captain and the Dipshit Brigade, Dillan thought to himself, barely looking as the head ringleader of the group exclaimed, ripping the vape out of his friend’s hand and taking a long hit on the device, exhaling out a huge cloud out. “Shit man,” Eric whined, grabbing the device back and slumping in his seat, “Not all of us can fly through that stuff like you and boy genius over there. Some of us are actually stressed!” “And some of us are trying to study and eat,” Dillan muttered, looking back down at his notes before taking a bite out of the dry and bland sandwich in his hand. Suddenly, Chris threw his arm around his friend and smiled mischievously at Dillan. “Hey, you just need quick stress relief,” Chris said grinning, “Just head down to the old bathroom in the forest part of the park. I hear there are some horny fags looking to suck a guy off if you get there at the right time.” Dillan sighed as he forced himself as he once again re-read the same section of his notes, trying to drown out the banter of the two, until Chris spoke again. “Fuck, you might even get lucky and get the ‘boy genius’ himself at one of those dirty gloryholes looking to help a guy out,” Chris laughed, shaking his friend’s shoulders. Sighing, Dillan got up, stuffing his books and notes into his bag and grabbing the half-eaten sandwich. Getting up, he shot the muscled jock a baleful look before tossing the sandwich in the trash and walking out. ——— Blushing hotly at the memory in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, Dillan continued to rub the muscles of his leg in silence, noting as the person next door began to let out an occasional moan in time with the now louder thumping of the bathroom stall wall. Slowly, he began to feel his cock harden slightly, imagining what was going on. Getting turned on by the sounds coming from the other stall, Dillan’s hand slowly drifted to his groin as he slowly rubbed himself through the thin material of the jogging shorts. “Fuck yeah man,” one of the men moaned softly, “Your dick feels so fucking good in my hole.” “Yeah, bro, even better than your mouth,” the other man said, as he seemed to pick up pace, “Love sticking my meat into a sloppy dump like yours. Gonna add my Grade-A cock snot to the mix.” “Yeah bud, breed me,” the first man groaned. Dillan, unable to hold back any longer, checked to make sure the door was locked to the stall, and pulled out his hard cock, slowly tugging on it as he listened to the sounds of the two men fucking and dirty talking. Suddenly, a finger shot out the glory hole, startling Dillan. At first, he didn’t know what to do, or say. Until the finger began to curl upwards in a come-to-me motion. Hesitating for a moment, Dillan thought about pulling up his pants. The finger pulled out and suddenly, a mouth was at the hole. The guy behind the wall ran his tongue along the edge and Dillan felt himself slowly making his way to the hole, lining his hard, throbbing prick to the hole. Hot wetness surrounded his swollen member as he let out a nearly inaudible groan. A mysterious hand grabbed his balls, pulling him tight against the wall as the unknown man worked his tongue around his cock expertly. Dillan had to grip the back stall behind him with one of his hands to brace himself as he felt the guy go to town on him, relishing the feeling of sheer pleasure on his cock. Two doors down, the man fucking the guy sucking him began pounding the wall hard in his fuck lust. “Shit, yeah, tighten up that fucking cumhole,” he groaned, the slams echoing loudly into the dimly lit bathroom, “Gonna shoot my load in you!” The mouth-sucking Dillan pulled away for a moment. “Give it to me man, fill my ass up,” the man sucking said, before diving back on Dillan’s cock with renewed fervor. The other man let out a loud groan as the slamming slowed to just the periodic thump as he shot over and over into the other man’s ass, as Dillan continued to get the best blowjob, if only one of the few, he had ever received. “Fuck… yeah,” the other man sighed, accompanied by the sound of some pulling up their pants and zipping up. Suddenly, the mouth left his cock again as the center man replied. “Same time tomorrow, stud?” he asked while shuffling sounds emitted from the other side of the wall. “Definitely,” the first guy said. Frustrated, Dillan began to pull his cock back as he assumed they were done, leaving him with a case of blue balls. He went to start pulling his pants up when the man next door put his cock through the wall. “Jaw’s a bit sore and needs a quick break,” he softly said out loud, wagging his cock in the air, “You want a go?” Dillan sat down on the stall, and grabbed the cock, looking at it for a moment. Longer than his for sure, but thinner and more veiny. Uncut where his was cut, the head glistened, with a bit of precum leaking out of the tip. Below it, two large, hen egg-sized balls hung loosely. Dillan barely thought about it before slowly sucking it into his mouth, relishing the taste. Slowly he began to let his face get fucked, using one of his hands to tug and squeeze on the massive set of balls in his hands, eliciting a groan and a hard thud against the wall. Occasionally he would work his tongue around, licking the other man’s piss-slit as the guy nearly pulled out of his mouth, hearing a sharp intake through teeth in satisfaction as he did so. Dillan lost track of time as he focused solely on the wet, hard prick in his mouth. Slowly his jaw began to start aching, unused to the actions it was doing. Softly, he tapped on the wall, pulling slightly away. Suddenly, the man pulled back and was gone, exiting through the stall door. Confused and dejected, Dillan frowned for a second as he sat there in silence. That is until he heard a knock on the stall door. Automatically, he reached forward and unlocked the door. Before him stood the man. Dillan guessed him to be in his mid-forties, with dark brown hair that had just begun greying on the sides, and a scruffy face with a well-formed mustache. Not overly muscular, but still an average build. Dillan internally likened him to the dad character from some animated movie he saw years ago, personified. Wearing a tank top and loosely holding a pair of khaki cargo shorts around his hips, his cock was standing at full attention, bouncing slightly in the warm, humid air. Dillan noticed a sleeve of tattoos going down one arm, “You’re a cute little fucker, ain't ya,” he said, making his way in and pushing the door softly closed behind him. Dillan gave a slightly confused half-smile in return, pleasantly surprised at the sudden intrusion. “Hard to get the right position with a wall in the way,” the man explained, before letting his pants drop and pulling Dillan’s head towards the glistening cock. As he wrapped his mouth around the man’s dick, he took note of the man’s tattoo just below his navel. It was a large black scorpion in a vaguely tribal design, with the stinger dripping bright red. Something about the tattoo struck Dillan as being odd, but unable to place it, he let the thought go and buried his nose in the man’s pubes. The man proceeded to fuck Dillan’s mouth again, taking deeper and deeper strokes down his throat, occasionally gagging him and only stopping to let him catch his breath before slamming back in. The man’s balls swung with each stroke, slapping his chin repeatedly with each slam down his throat. Drool began dripping off his chin, causing the man the smirk before pulling his throbbing dick out. Slapping it on the side of his face, he let out a slight laugh. “Fucking enjoying my dick, pig,” the man asked, almost making it sound more like a statement. Dillan, wordless and still trying to catch his breath and let his jaw relax from the brutal assault, could only nod in agreement. “Good. Time for you to bend over,” he replied, tugging on his spit-covered prick and gesturing for Dillan to turn around. Dillan complied and bent over the back of the toilet before thoughts of backing out began to fill his mind. But, it had been so long since he had been fucked. Months? Over a year? He was stressed and always felt so refreshed after, even though he’d had sex only a handful of times. The man was hot. Getting filled and shooting his load would be a great way to relax. But… was he really about to let this random stranger have his way? Neither of them had a condom as far as he could knew, and he was in a dingy bathroom where anyone could walk in. He was about to stand up and tell the guy he changed his mind when he felt the man begin to rim his exposed hole. Lust from the sensations he was getting from the man’s hot tongue wiped any further detracting thoughts away as he let out an involuntary moan. He stood there, bent over, relished the hot, wet firmness of the licking, and shivered occasionally as he felt the man’s scruffy facial hair brushed against the sensitive skin around his anus. “Oh, fuuuuuck, yeah, keep doing that,” he unintentionally moaned, words becoming harder to form as he felt the man began to replace his tongue with a rough finger, then two, stretching and spreading the tight circle of muscle. Dillan let out a sharp hiss and flinched as the man roughly shoved in a third finger, the nail catching on a part of the sensitive and thin skin. “Ow, your nails are kinda sharp,” he said, pulling away slightly. Stopping for a moment, the man pulled out a small brown bottle and a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. Setting the pack on the back of the toilet, he opened the bottle and held it under Dillan’s nose. Dillan’s instantly recognized the bottle as being poppers. He had never tried them before but had secretly always wanted to try them. He silently nodded and began to sniff several times at the bottle. At first, he just smelled the odd scent of the poppers when suddenly, he felt the effects spread throughout his body. Flushed and relaxed, he instinctively pushed back on the man’s fingers. “Good boy,” the man growled, roughly shoving his fingers hard into the now loosening hole, “Gonna fuck you nice and hard. Wreck that tight hole and make you beg for it.” With the effects of the poppers flowing through his brain, Dillan barely found himself being able to form a thought. After a few moments, however, he finally could find the words to speak. “Do…. Do you have a condom?” “Nah, bud,” the man said, continuing to roughly shove his fingers in, still scraping the walls with his nails as he continued, “But I can pull out if you want. I’ll let you know when I’m close.” Dillan nodded, his mind still swimming in the popper-induced fog. Suddenly, the man pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling slightly empty at the loss. Just as suddenly, the man was pulling his ass upwards and the head of his cock was pressed against the opening. Groaning once again, he felt as the man slowly worked himself inside his ass, internally grateful for the slickness of the rimming and the now apparently copious amount of precum the man was leaking. After a few moments, he was fully inside, the man’s massive hairy balls resting against Dillan’s thighs. Reaching around Dillan, the man grabbed the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it before finally exhaling a huge cloud of smoke after holding in the smoke for a moment. “Want one?” The man asked, offering the pack to him. “I, uh…” Dillan replied, his mind scattered between the rush of poppers and the cock seated deep in his guts, “I’ve never smoked before.” “No worries,” he replied, “I can swap smoke with you if you want. Get you used to it. Feels amazing while fucking. Even more so with poppers.” Once more, Dillan only nodded his mind in a flurry of activity, overwhelmed with all the sensations and actions taking place. Satisfied with the answer, the man wrapped one of his arms around Dillan’s neck, and after taking another deep inhale, began pulling him back against him as his other hand pulled the burning cigarette out of his mouth. Turning Dillan’s face towards him, he locked lips with him, making out as he began to breathe out the smoke into Dillan. Breaking away, he smiled as Dillan blew out a huge cloud of his smoke. Slowly he began to rock in and out of the hole, picking up speed. Occasionally he would stop, feeding Dillan more smoke. “Fuck, you got an amazing ass,” the man growled, flicking away the now-spent cigarette butt before pulling another two out and lighting them. Taking one out, he placed it on Dillan’s lips. Dillan coughed hard, not used to the stronger smoke, nearly dropping it out of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt the man holding the poppers under his nose again. “Take a few hits and then try again,” he said, slowly pistoning his cock in and out as he coached Dillan. Doing as he said, he took several deep sniffs off the brown bottle, waiting a few moments for the wave of heat and relaxation to hit him. Nodding at the man, the bottle was removed and Dillan again took a draw on the cigarette, surprised that he no longer felt a strong urge to cough. Fighting back only a slight cough, he exhaled, amazed at the large cloud coming out of him. “Fuck yeah, man,” the man growled, picking back up his pace, “Looks like we broke your smoke cherry. Suck down that smoke while I breed your college boy pussy. Gonna flood you with my potent baby batter. Paint the walls of your insides with my seed, fucker, and then work it in with my prick.” Dillan could only focus on the sensations of smoking, getting high on poppers, and feeling the man fuck him hard and deep. Only the thoughts of those things were running through his head. After just a short while, the man’s rhythm began to falter. “Love fucking tight holes like yours. Breaking them in and nutting deep inside. Damn… Gonna fucking shoot,” he said, slamming even harder in an uneven tempo, “Where do you want it?” “In… in…” Dillan breathlessly groaned as his ass received the brutal assault, “In me.” “Fuck yeah,” the man groaned and he began to jolt, the first volley of cum shooting out of his dick, “Take my dirty fucking nut. Gonna ruin your sexy little ass. Fuck! Take all my toxic load. I’m knocking your slutty ass up.” Dillan’s mind slowly worked over what the man said as he continued to jerk around with each shot of cum. It was at that moment he realized what the tattoo was, having read about it in some random forum on the internet. As the realization of what had just happened set in, the man slowly finished shooting inside him. “You… you’re poz,” Dillan huffed out, half in a question and half in a statement, “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Hey, bud,” the man said, holding Dillan in place as he slowly pulled out his spent cock, coated in a light sheen of cum, “I asked and you said to cum inside you. Not my fault you took a raw cock. Also, you never asked about my status. That’s on you.” Standing up for a moment, Dillan’s mind processed what had happened. The guy has a point, he thought to himself. I didn’t ask. I wanted him to fuck me. And… I enjoyed this. God… why did I enjoy this? “Dude,” the man said, taking a drag on his cigarette, “I seriously would have pulled out if you asked, but like I said, you wanted it. You saw my tatt and you're at a fucking gloryhole in the park.” Looking down, Dillan realized he was standing at full mast. “I’m… um…” Dillan said silently, grabbing the man’s arm, “Just surprised I guess. I’ve never done something like this before is all…” The man let out a small smile as he took another drag on the cigarette before letting out a slight laugh. “Looks like you’re a little bugchaser and you didn’t even know it,” the man said smiling, gesturing to Dillan’s still painfully hard dick. “A…. What?” Dillan asked, confused and unfamiliar with the term. “Look it up when you get home, bud,” he said, blowing the smoke in Dillan’s face. Grabbing his head, the man pulled him down to his now softening cock. “Clean me with that hot little mouth of yours. And if you give me a bit, we can go for round two.” Pulling the half-smoked cigarette out of the the other man’s hands, he then put both back in his mouth, as he watched Dillan put his cock into his mouth. Both stilled as the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed in the tiled room. The new stranger walked over to the stalls and opened the door to their stall. After a few moments, another man walked up to the open stall door, taking in the scene. Slightly overweight, he was wearing a wife beater and jeans, dark black hair threatening to escape from under his shirt. He began rubbing a noticeable-sized lump under the fabric. “He looking for another load?” The man outside the stall nodded slightly towards Dillan. “You want to get a few more loads in you before I add my second load to that sexy little cumdump of yours,” the man asked, looking down at Dillan as he pulled his cock out of his mouth. Slightly embarrassed, Dillan nodded. The first man sat on the toilet and drew hard on the two cigarettes in his mouth before pulling Dillan slightly up and swapping the smoke with him. “Hot little pig boy here is looking for some fun it seems,” the man said, grabbing the bottle of poppers and bending Dillan over, “Enjoy, fucker.” ——— -Present Day- It was three hours later, and with 5 loads in his ass from several other men who came in during his time in the restroom, Dillan slowly walked back to the dorms. The first guy, true to his word, had fucked him and left him with a second, equally large load in his ass. Between each guy, he’d fuck him lazily until another person came in, working each load deep in his intestines. His mind had been racing. After the high of sex and poppers wore off, he began to regret his actions. He pulled out his phone, setting up an appointment the next day at the campus health center to get on PEP, vowing to never be so stupid again. But, unknown to him at the time, the seed had been planted so to speak. It was a month after looking up the term the man had called him, ‘bugchaser’, that horniess got the better of him. His research led him to parts of the internet and porn he’d never imagined. Every night he found it harder to not come to bareback porn, shooting his largest loads to the ones with a poz guy or smoker in it. He had taken his PEP pills, and testing showed he was surprisingly clean of all infections. Lucky, it would seem. Two months after, he was back in the dingy bathroom, taking loads in his ass and mouth. He never saw the guy from the first time there again, secretly wishing he could have another round and finally scratch the itch their encounter had created in him. Yet still, nothing on his testing. Even though this time, he didn't take PrEP. Nor PEP. Something had changed in him. At first, he didn’t care if he caught something. Then, it became a fascination and longing. Reading about the fuck flu… knowing another man’s virus was changing him permanently. The dirtiness and [banned word] nature of everything intrigued him. Making him shoot his cum everywhere when he thought back to all the things the man in the bathroom had said to him while the fucked. And then, three months later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. The strange desire he had developed now had him currently bent over, with a stranger shoving what he guessed to be frozen cum from strangers into his ass. Sharing a cigar with his former tormentor, and secret object of his desire and jealousy. Drinking the same man’s piss, in some strange turn of fate. In a sex club, on POZ night. It would be a horrific miracle if he didn't catch something tonight. Laughing to himself, he silently wondered what else this night would bring. Because, based on the past, it was amazing what a difference three months could make.

Feed me.

3. I tugged my hard cock out from the pouch of my jock and stroked it a few times knowing that my hand wasn’t what I was craving. I stopped for a moment before going to get my phone, was I going to do this? I dragged my finger across my hole and felt my slick pucker… of course I was. Within ten minutes of taking a stranger’s load I was back on Scruff searching for another top. This time I was a little less specific in who I was looking for, I didn’t need a daddy, just someone with a thick cock who’d like a wet hole. I was a little surprised with myself still. I thought about Mike the day before doing the exact same thing and started messaging guys who looked promising. A guy in his mid-thirties responded first he was direct: Horny? Fuck yes, I responded basically immediate. I just got back from a work trip and need to blow this four day load bad I know where you can blow it? Oh yeah? Yeah, come dump your load in me. I was a little surprised by own aggression so quickly after the first top but I knew what I wanted. Whats the address? I gave it to him and then added as an afterthought: Ps. I’ve already got one load in me, hope that’s not a problem. Fuck, that’s perfect, means I don’t need lube. Then he was on his way. I changed nothing about myself. I left my ass slick, and my hair slightly messed up from the last top. I slowly edged myself a little as I waited. It was maybe twenty minutes before the buzzer rang and my next top was here. I opened the door for him, he was around my height, a little soft around the middle but really cute and almost boyish in the face. We kissed as I closed the door, and I lead him into my room. He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed my ankles. “Fuck, your hole’s still wet. When did the last guy fuck you?” “Like, an hour ago?” “Fuck yes.” He pulled off his shirt revealing a mostly smooth body. Quickly his pants and underwear were dropped and his fat seven-inch cock was revealed. It wasn’t wildly long but it was very girthy and my mouth watered. He didn’t bother with having me suck him at all he just spit on the head and pressed it against my wet hole. I groaned as he slid inside me with ease. “Fucking warm, wet pussy,” he moaned as he bottomed out. Then he started to fuck me. I closed my eyes and let him use my hole. He needed to get off and I needed his cock. Not focusing at all on my own cock was a new feeling but it was somehow liberating too. I liked being just fucked and focusing on my hole. I clenched and relaxed around him, milking his cock, and eliciting grunts and groans every time. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to last very long,” he said. “Good, I want you to pump that big load into me.” “Fucking cum slut, begging for loads in your leaking hole.” “Please breed me, add your load.” I sounded like Mike. Is this how he felt. “Good pig!” He roared as he started to cum inside me. I was taking my second load in two hours and it felt great. He kissed me one more time before pulling out and getting dressed. Then he too was gone and I was left there in my jock, with a wet cummy hole, still hard as a rock.

I love it!....it got my hole the loosest it's ever been. Plus, as you know, if into stretching your hole or if you have a hemorrhoid, you might slightly bleed as you inlarge your toy size while playing with your ass or getting two hands etc. Well, I never had pink lube while using cbd lube...

It may have been in your mind, but don’t think that the possibility that someone hypnotized you suggests that you’re weak-minded. On the contrary, it says something about your power of visualization and imagination that you could achieve a state in which sensations seemed real enough that you could cum hands-free. Not everyone is able to do it. I have been told I am a particularly good hypnotic subject, and I have had more than one experience such as you describe (though none of them involving anything that purported to be diabolical) and I, too, have been made to cum hands-free from it. But my experiences have been at the hands of unethical men who have attempted to do truly wretched things to my mind, and it’s only because of the particular quirk of my psychology - and a bit if good luck - that I became aware of their intentions and was able to thwart them. I now have rather complicated defenses built up against such attempts, but the average person is best advised to approach anything like that with caution. Hypnosis isn’t magic, or ESP, or a superpower - it’s a skill that can be learned, and learned to be detected by its techniques. A hypnotist can’t exercise true mind control - they can’t make you murder someone or jump off a cliff - but they can fuck with your head in very unpleasant ways. I still have little bits of things left behind from past experiences in my head, nothing dangerous, but annoyingly persistent. If you have the sort of mind that might lend itself to suggestibility, and it sounds as though you might, you may want to study up a little on how hypnotists do their thing so you can spot them having a go at you.

Dad’s Basement Part Three Dad’s shower was open with multiple heads, like something you would see in a locker room, which made it easy to spy on him. I stood outside the shower area as he turned on the water for each head. His cock bounced as he moved alone the wall completing his task. The steam began to rise almost instantly, heating the air. I watched Dad step under on of the head, water began to run down his muscled frame, matting the body hair as he became wetter and wetter. It was like a dream watching him run his hands over his body, massaging his muscles. His hands explored every inch of his body, slowly running along the length of his cock and cupping his balls. My cock began to harden again as I watched the live shower scene of my Dad. He slowly turned his back to me. His hands began to move down the front of his thighs, causing him to bend over the lower his hands went down his legs. I watched his furry ass as he bent over. Once his hands were near his ankles, his furry crack opened, exposing his hole to me. It was so fucking hot. His hands moved to his ass checks and spread them open more, giving me a better view of his hole. I felt like I was frozen to the floor, as I watched his hands massage his cheeks then slowly move towards his crack. His fingers ran up and down the furry trench, teasing his hole and me. Unknowingly, I was doing the same to my crack, my fingers were sliding up and down my own crack, teasing my self. It was pleasure I had never experienced before. Each time my fingers hit my hole, my cock jumped. “Step into my parlor, Son.” I stepped in and joined my Dad under the shower heads. The hot water felt good on my body. I closed my eyes and put my head under the falling water. “Relax” was the only word spoken. One of Dad’s hands was pushing my forward on my upper back while the other was rubbing my lower back. He was bent of slightly, opposite of me, his fingers were lightly toughing my skin above my ass, slowly moving down. I bit my lip when the found the entrance of my crack and slowly work down. The first pass they just went over my hole, each finger dipping slightly in as they went over my puckered hole. Dad’s fingers stopped as they pasted upwards. This time he pushed his fingers into my pucker, just getting the tips in slightly, over and over. Each time he did this I would moan ever so silently. Grabbing some soap, he lathered up his fingers, then returned to my hole. With each push inwards his fingers invaded deeper and deeper into my virgin hole. The little bit of pain, turned to pleasure with each push inwards. I braced myself with my hands against the wall. “Daddy loves your boy pussy, Son” he said as he quickly moved behind me, pressing his furry muscled body against my back. His hard cock was laying in my crack and in my mind’s eye I could see it covering the whole length. He was slowly moving it up and down my crack, breathing on my neck. "Hard to keep from pushing my cock into your hole, fucking you good and seeding your hole, Son,” he said, “Restraining myself is hard. If I am to convert you, I have to do it correctly.” “Yes Daddy,” was all I could say. He turned me around, pulling me close again. This time our cocks were pressed together. Being slightly shorter than him, our eyes were inches apart, as well as our lips. I licked mine as I stared into his eyes. “Get on your knees, Son,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until his cock was in my face, adding “Taste your Daddy.” I opened my mouth as wide as possible and engulfed Dad’s big veiny cock, taking it as deep as possible. His hands moved to the back of my head, pushing gently. Placing my hands on his thighs as I moved back and forth on his cock, doing my best to take it further and further down my throat. Apparently that what Dad had in mind as he grunted a deep voice "Deeper Son, DEEPER.” I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat as I went down on him, only to gag more and more. His hips began to thrust more and more towards my face, pushing more of his cock into my mouth and throat as he cooed “Relax Son, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I tried to relax but this was so new. His hands moved from the back of my head to the sides, holding me in place as he thrust his hips faster and harder towards my face. I felt his balls hit my chin as his cock inched deeper into my throat, until there was a pop. His cock slide into my throat and he pressed his crotch against my face, balls against my chin. “Good Boy," Dad again murmured, only to hold still for a moment, then only to pull out, and then resume face-fucking me. As he did so, spit shot out of my mouth, landing in his crotch hair and running down my chin. I focused my eyes upwards to see his chest heaving, his head thrown back while biting his lips as he teased me saying “Not much longer now Son.” I muffled a moaned as a response. I was in my own ecstasy. I had my Dad’s hard cock fucking my mouth. Tasting his pre-cum, a preview of the cum that was infected with his HIV. My hands were rubbing the wet furry thighs as my cock jumped a little as it stood between my thighs. “Hot fucking mouth Son. Can only imagine how good my cock would feel slipping in and out of your neg fuck hole,” he remarked. Again I replied with a muffled moan. “Want Daddy to shoot on your face or down your throat Son?” he asked. “faummmce” I replied. “Throat it is, Boy.” He pulled his cock out slightly as his piss slit opened. His poz cum shot out, landing on my tongue giving me a taste of my Dad’s toxic seed. After two shots, he pushed his cock all the way in and shot the rest of his load down my throat to my waiting stomach. I could feel the pulses of cum shooting against my tongue. “Fuck yeah, huge load,” Dad commented as the intensity and frequency of his cum shots decreased, finally stopping. Dad repeated withdrew himself, only to push back in, each time his cock softening on the down stroke. “Lick Daddy’s cock clean, Boy.” I did as he demanded, running my tongue all over his cock while it was inside my mouth. Once it popped out, I continued to lick it. My cock bounced as I licked his softening cock. He bent over, grabbing my chin in his hand, locking his eyes on mine and announced “Your first HIV load, Son.” Without touching myself I shot my load in the air. It was washed away with the hot water from the shower. "Soon you won’t be shooting neg loads, Boy.”