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It all started so innocently - well, as innocently as an exchange on BBRT can. I was perusing all the guys in my small state when I came across someone I hadn't noticed before. He was a vers top, and one of his pics showed an impressive Prince Albert - a heavy gauge loop that looked like it could do some damage while feeling amazing at the same time. It hung from a pretty impressive cock, too. Hard it looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick. Scanning through his profile I could see he was a chubby guy with a big scruffy beard. And his status read Undetectable. Naturally, being the slut I am, I reached out. It didn't take long for him to respond, and we struck up a conversation. He loves chubs like me so was immediately interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and then he asked, "You know I'm poz, right?" "I noticed," was my reply. For a moment I wondered why he would point it out when it was clear on his profile, but then the 'what if' occurred to me. "Detectable?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "VL is 850,000" I had no way to tell if he was being truthful or not. Maybe he was just seeing if he could scare me off. If that was in fact the case, it had quite the opposite effect. My cock got rock hard as I read his note, and I told him so. "Good pig 😈," was his response. That was all I needed. I was hooked. I gave him my number so we could continue texting. As soon as he had it, my phone dinged - it was a chest photo more recent than the one on his profile, showing a huge red-and-black biohazard tattoo above his right nipple. Now I was double hooked! As anyone who has read my other writings will tell you, I've been chasing, but not really chasing, the bug for years. I am an avowed bareback-only bottom and a passionate cum dump. Since I took my first raw cock more than 15 years ago, I have known that one day it would result in a positive test result. I made my peace with that long ago, which has allowed me to maintain the slut lifestyle I so enjoy. The only surprise to me, honestly, is the fact that in 15 years and hundreds and hundreds of loads, the only thing I ever picked up was a case of syph, years ago - which cleared with a single penicillin treatment. Now, here was a guy offering to knowingly give me his strain, to give me his gift and start me on the next stage of my journey. The only thing that might make things difficult for us was distance. We lived at opposite ends of a state with lots of traffic and no direct east-west route from him to me. Still, he was willing to travel. He told me weekdays were best - they are for me too - and that he would drive to a motel I designated. And what's more, he would bring a mask so he could record my pozzing and post it on his Twitter - something I've always fantasized about. And it kept getting better. We started talking less than a week before a cum dump session I had scheduled for myself at a local motel, so I already had plans to be ass-up and taking loads. "Why don't you come at the end of my event?" I said to him. "You can eat the other loads out of my hole and replace them with your toxic load." "😈" was all he replied. And so it was that at a cum dump session last week, I received his poz load for the first time. I kept myself in a popper haze the entire time as cock after cock slid inside my hole and filled me with cum. I lost count of how many guys had used me over the course of the 4 hours I hosted, and for once I didn't care. My mind was fixated the entire time on what was to come after everyone else left. The flow of anonymous tops slowly ebbed as the end time approached. With about 15 minutes left to go, I heard the door open. "Don't turn around, pig," came a voice, and I knew it was him. I was ass-up on the bed, so I kept my eyes focused on the headboard. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then slid a ski mask over my head. I heard the door lock. "Event's over. Time for me to ruin your life." My cock, which normally remains soft throughout a cum dump session even when guys pay attention to it, grew instantly hard. He wouldn't be ruining my life, he would be enhancing it while at the same time bringing it to its inevitable, eventual conclusion. I longed for the freedom both would provide. He grew quiet, then I heard the telltale signs of clothes being shed. There were a couple of faint clunks from the dresser behind me and the table to my left, and I guessed that he was setting up camera equipment to capture the last moments of my life as an HIV-negative bottom, and my rebirth into the poz brotherhood. At last I felt his hands on my ass. He caressed it, and in my mind's eye I pictured him admiring this big, round ass that he was about to defile. Or maybe he was appreciating the amount of cum running down my balls and soaking the sheet. I gave a little push, and felt more cum slip out and run down my balls to join the rest. "Mmmmmm," I heard him mutter. Then his tongue was on my hole. He spread my cheeks as widely apart as he could as he licked and slurped and sucked at my pucker. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than five minutes, he stood up behind me. "There," he announced. "All clean. You ready for my poz load, pig?" I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, yet somehow it did. It felt as though I could penetrate a steel plate. I had never in my life been that hard. "Yesssss," I hissed plaintively. "Poz me, pleeeeease!" Without another word, he slid his cock balls-deep into my hole in one fluid motion. He was on the thicker side, and I felt him stretch my hole as he entered. But I didn't feel his PA. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he said, "I left out the piercing for the first round. Don't worry, once my poz babies are inside you I'll put it in so I can tear you up as I give you a second load." I melted blissfully into the bed as he grabbed my hips and began to rhythmically slide back and forth, in and out, savoring my hole as he prepared to change my life forever. It sounds a little strange, but in that moment I felt at home, like I was doing what I had always been meant to do, like I was fulfilling my destiny. His cock was just long enough to massage my prostate in the best possible way, and the precum streamed from my cock and collected on the bed with the leftover cum from the past four hours. Between the popper fog and the sensations emanating from my insides and the sheer realization of what I was doing, I was truly in hog heaven. Before long his pace began to quicken, and as he fucked me harder and faster my prostate responded. For the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm already building as he grabbed my hips extra-hard and began pounding me relentlessly. "You want this poz load, pig?" he asked loudly. "Yes, please!" I cried in response. "Please poz me!" "Here it comes, pig," he growled. "You're never gonna be the same again." That was all I needed. The pressure that had been building inside me exploded, and my cock shot a huge load onto the bed as I felt him pumping his poz load deep inside me. He held still for a moment as the pulses subsided, then released my hips. Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting, and very content mess. "You're not done," he said matter-of-factly. He turned my head and I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips. I eagerly sucked his cock clean. He left me laying on the bed as he turned off the cameras. "That's gonna make for a great post," he said. "All my followers are going to love watching you become a little poz piggy." I was still trying to compose myself, so I said nothing in response. He let me lie there a while as he puttered around the room. At one point I heard the rustle of fabric, then a short time later a metallic 'click'. He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, and began kissing my ass cheeks. Slowly he worked his way up my back, sending little electric shocks down my spine. He continued to move up my body toward my head, until I felt a cold sensation against my well-used hole. As promised, he had put in his PA. By now I was so gaped that he slipped in easily. I was amazed at how hard his cock was so quickly after he had cum. "Now, to make sure it takes," he grunted. He grabbed my shoulders and locked his ankles with mine, pressing me into the bed as he began his assault. My hole exploded in a burning pain as he began to work his shaft in and out. I struggled, trying to shift my body toward the headboard to lessen the pressure, but he held me firmly. He never missed a beat as he pumped his cock in and out, tearing up my hole to let his poz babies do their work. "Mmmmm, fuck," he moaned in my ear. "This hole feels soooo good, pig." I grunted in pain but did not reply, which seemed to spur him on. He began pumping more quickly, slamming his hips into my ass and pressing me into the bed. "Here it comes, pig," he hissed. "If the first one didn't take, this one sure will." With that, I felt the telltale pulses of his cock against my sphincter as he dumped a second toxic load deep into my guts. He collapsed on my back, spent from the effort. He lay there for a few minutes as his cock deflated inside me, then got up. "Don't move," he instructed me. "I didn't video that one, but I gotta get some pics of that hole." I remained still as I heard a number of clicks from his phone, each of my destroyed and now pozzed ass. Then he dressed, and as he took the mask and blindfold off my head he instructed me to continue staring at the headboard. The room door opened and the sounds of the street outside flooded in for a moment until the latch clicked shut once more. I looked around and confirmed that he had indeed left. I made the decision to stay a while longer and rest. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I reveled in the knowledge that it meant I had fulfilled my destiny. After all, "No pain, no gain!" Finally the time came for me to head home. Tomorrow was a work day, after all. But much more than that, it was also the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to get it started. I was at work the next day when I received a text from my gifter with a series of web links all pointing to Twitter. I bolted for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could see what he sent me. I clicked each link in succession and watched in rapt fascination as my pozzing unfolded for all the world to see, just as I had always fantasized. My cock grew instantly hard and I was so turned on that I had to jack off then and there. I put my earbuds in so I could listen to the audio, then watched the last video in the series again as I stroked my cock. As I got to the moment when I begged for his poz cum I shot a huge load and a couple of drops hit the back of the stall door. A couple of drops of my poz cum. The thought sent shivers down my spine. By now the drops of cum had formed streaks down the back of the door, and one had even dripped onto the floor. I cleaned up and pushed the door open, leaving my seed behind for the next guy. Who knows? Maybe there was a toilet pig in the office who would enjoy a treat. As I went back to my desk, my phone buzzed again. It was my gifter. "We're doing that again tomorrow," he said, "and as often as we can until you test positive." He didn't have to tell me twice! I was still so turned on that I went back to the bathroom to rub out another one. I chose a different stall this time. Hey, maybe there are two toilet pigs in the office.

I have always been attracted to married or bi guys. Especially those with kids. It turns me on so much knowing that if I was a girl they could get me pregnant with their proven fertile seed. I started checking out a bi site looking for married bi guys with kids that wanted some bare arse on the side and were nice and verbal about knocking someone up with their fertile seed. I am in my late 40’s with an average dad bod. Mostly smooth except for below and my arse. Medium length light brown hair and almost the adult version of geeky. Not normally popular, but sometime get lucky with a random load when another guy is desperate to release his seed and doesn’t care what’s attached to the hole. After not much happening on the bi site I get a message from a 35-year-old middle eastern guy that lived close to me. As with most bi guys, he doesn’t have a face pic on his profile, just a body pic. And he is a defined/toned olive skin guy with well-trimmed outlined hairy chest. The kind that drives me wild. Nice and thick hair, but shaped nice around his chest and trailing down below his belt line. I could see his mouth but nothing higher and he had a nice trimmed 5-day growth beard on him that I could spend hours, if not days, smooching until I had severe beard rash. Profile was simple, “happily married father of two needs a man’s hole to fill on occasion”. I was certain it was a fake profile when I got the tell-tale “hey, how’s it going?”. After a bit of back and forth I was starting to believe it was more of a real profile with each message. He was your typical confident, dominant alpha male. Knew what he wanted and I expected he would always get it. Based on his pictures, I had no doubt he always got what he wanted. As the chat went on, he talked about his wife and kids and how he loved them, but also needed a man to please him. He preferred fucking guys because he thought their arses were always tighter and felt better than a pussy. He was looking for someone regular to breed he felt he could trust. I was totally up for the challenge. I was a bit worried though as he just came across as quite dominant, and I am not really into rough sex. As we chatted more, I raised this as I didn’t want to disappoint him if we hooked up. He made a point of saying that even though it is just sex, when he fucks a guy, it’s about the connection and joy of being inside another man and sharing his fertile seed. He considered himself a passionate fucker and not a rough one. He said he wanted it anonymous to start until he was comfortable, so he didn’t have to worry about being outed. I was up for that. He said he was going out for drinks with his mates after work the coming Friday and would like to drop by on his way home, find me arse up on all fours blind folded so he could “give me his potent seed and his babies”. I was weak at the knees just at the thought of it and was up for the task. He asked if I was on Prep cause he had to be careful, and I said I was not since I stopped a few months ago for a break. But I also had been tested only a week earlier as part of my three-monthly check and was all clear and had not been fucked for 3 months anyhow, so he should be safe. I was worried that might change his mind. His response surprised me. “I’m okay with that, but if I enjoy your arse and want to fuck you more, then you need to not fuck around with anyone else during that time. I really need to be careful about the wife and kids”. While I was not overly thrilled at the thought of losing possible fucks, the truth was I wasn’t having much luck anyhow. But, hey, it’s gotta work for the both of us I thought. So, I decided to be brave and responded. “I’ll not let anyone fuck me while you are fucking me on one condition. You need to make sure you come over and fuck me at least once a week, so I don’t go unfulfilled too.” The response was swift and short, “DEAL”. Followed by, “One other thing. And if this is a turn off it’s pretty much a deal breaker. I get pretty verbal. Nothing bad, but I’ll be telling you how much I want your hole, and how much I am going to breed you and knock you up with my babies etc. You need to be ok with that.” My response was just as swift as his previous one, “wouldn’t want it any other way”. So come Friday night and after a day of fasting and prepping, I got a message on the site. “Address and be there in 30 mins”. I sent the address and instructions and got ready. Blind folded and arse up on the bed with my arse pre-lubed and ready to take his babies. Soon enough I hear the door open, and I hear him walk into the room. I feel his hand slowly caress my arse and he says in what must be one of the deepest and sexiest voices, “Man, that’s ten times better than your pics. No rubbers, no birth control. I’ll knock you up in no time”. Nothing more was said as I hear his pants undone and I feel the head of his cock slipping up and down my hole as he gets hard. All I hear are grunts of approval. I am expecting this bull to slam in and fuck me hard, but he doesn’t. Slowly, he edges inside me until I feel his balls hit my crack. He is definitely a nice 8-inch cock or more. But not uncomfortably so. It feels so good. Probably because he has taken it so slow. Balls deep inside me he leans over my back, and I feel his beard as he kisses me neck and ear. “The missus has been holding out on me all week, so I won’t last long. But it’s gonna be a big 7-day load. I shoot big and deep. Like to get it in as far as I can to knock you up.” I am in heaven and my own cock is rock hard and dripping precum on the bed. He slowly starts fucking me and it is very sensual and deep which I was not expecting. He continues to moan in pleasure as he fucks me slowly for about 5 minutes and then starts saying, “I’m close. No turning back now. No morning after pill for us boys. You ready to have my babies?” He starts to pick up pace and again asks, “you want my babies? You want me to knock you up?”. I can tell he is close, and I lose myself and almost yell, “Yes. Please! Knock me up”. In a deep thrust he bottoms out and yells, “Take it. Take my babies.” And I actually feel the wetness inside as he floods my inside with what must be one of the biggest loads I have ever taken fills me up. He stays inside me twitching for almost a minute grunting constantly as he tries to pump more and more of his fertile seed in me. He leans in and once more passionately kisses my neck as the last drops of his DNA is deposited inside me. “I’ll give you that at least once a week if you make sure I am the only one. If you get knocked up I wanna be sure I am the father”. I respond, “Done”. He then slides out of me and pulls his pants up. I am expecting to hear him leave, but I hear him walking around the side of the bed and my head is gently pulled up and he kisses me for a good minute while I am still blindfolded. He tastes so good. Manly. Smoker too which turns me on so much. Then I hear the front door close as he leaves. I take the blind fold off and see a note on the side table. “Text me so I have your number so I can let you know when I am coming. Dan” I grab a butt plug from my side drawer and slide it in. I am determined to have his babies. I fall asleep with the plug and his seed inside me. Waking up in the middle of the night to remove the plug, I note nothing comes out with it. Excellent. I have absorbed all of him. I text him the next day and keep it generic in case his phone isn’t private. I don’t wanna ruin this. 10pm the very next evening I get a text. “30mins, be ready”. I am surprised as I was not expecting to hear from him again for another week. Sure enough, he comes over and it is a repeat of the previous night. And then again, the following night. Every night for three nights running. How could I be so lucky. Well, it doesn’t stop there. He then comes over after work every day for the following week. 7 loads over 7 nights running without a night off. Same thing every night. But on the 7th night, I find an envelope on the dresser this time with what looks like a letter in it. I lay on the bed, this time with some seed dripping from my hole and read his note. “Thanks for letting me breed you non-stop for the last 7 days. It’s time to be honest about a few things. Firstly, I am not married, and I don’t have any kids. Sorry about that lie. One month ago, I tested positive for HIV. If we ever talk again, I’ll be happy to explain how. Initially I wanted to just poz as many guys as I could because I was so angry about it. What I was not expecting was to actually like you. From that first night, my thoughts changed from pozzing you because I hated everyone for what happened to wanting you to share this journey with me. If I pozzed you, then we would have something in common. I selfishly wasn’t thinking about how that would impact you, I just wanted to be part of you and foolishly thought that you would accept that and want to have me inside you and with you forever afterwards. I do apologize for doing this, and strangely, I really like you. Who knows, you may be lucky and still be ok and it may not take but go get tested and totally understand if you never want to hear from me again.” I am initially shocked. But remind myself that there is nothing going on in my life and there is really no life to ruin. I am more surprised that he liked me. I spend the next day contemplating what has happened and don’t respond until the next evening. “Dan. Thank you for your honesty. The only thing I am upset about is that I don’t know what the father of my babies looks like. I am going to throw the ball back in your court. I have booked a nice cabin for 2 nights by the ocean 2hrs drive down the coast. I am leaving after work on Friday and staying there Friday and Saturday night. Coming home Sunday afternoon. If your letter is genuine, then meet me at my place on Friday at 6pm with an overnight bag. Come away with me and show me how much you want to be part of me and my life. Spend the entire weekend inside me to make sure it takes. I won’t get tested until the end of the month to give you time to do the job properly. And I expect my man to come with me for the good news. Up to you. But know that I want this and I want you. Andrew xxx” TBC

I know for many on this site this would not be a milestone, but I've only rarely been bred 2 days in a row. Never 3! Until today. My French travel companion is taking very good care of my hungry ass. He's contributed 4 of the six loads with two other guys each dumping a load each. My French fuck buddies cock is uncut and a thick 8 inches when ready to be pushed raw into my ass. The first other guy's cock was 7.5 inches of an average girth, and the second guy is 6 inches with a nice upward curve. It feels like my ass will never be the same, but I'm quite willing to live with that should I have the good fortune of extending this record over the next few days. I'm inspired to see how many days we can paint my gut!

So, I was driving from Longview, Tx. Down to Victoria, Tx. The other day ! I was tired asf and knew I needed a nap, but was horny asf! I pulled over to a cheap motel 6 in the corner of state hwy6 and i10(Katy freeway) I checked into my room and took a nice long shower! Got myself all cleaned up and was cruising Grindr while soakin! I knew I wanted to take some dick but I was so damn tired! I figured, what the hell! I took all my belongings out to the truck and parked it furthest point away from my room! Went back in and popped half an Ambien sleeping pill I had pulled from my bag! I was bout to nap really good! I opened up Grindr and I started hitting up some sexy tops in the area! Most were flakes and didn’t have much to offer! I found about 6 that I liked as far as conversation, pictures, dick pic, etc! I knew I wanted them to fuck me! So I sent them all the room number and told them that I was going to be asleep! My hotel room door would be unlocked but rigged so it stay shot ! It would allowed them to push it and open so they could go in and out as they please! Then they could cum and go! well I literally remember hitting send and dozing off! I slightly woke up when I felt a warm hand on my ass! Then my basketball shorts being pulled down past my legs as I lay there! The ambien has me asleep enough to where my body was motionless, but cognitively I was aware of what was about to happen! I could feel warm spit drizzle into the crack of my butt as I a smooth lubed up dick head began to rub against my hole!! I was in a state of euphoria at this point as I feel the elongated firm pressure of his throbbing dick slowly insert itself inside me! I was frozen, could not move! Could do nothing physical to stop him, yet he made his way in as if not to wake me! At this point I am loving the pleasure of this mans dick when he starts to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out ! I could feel his dick hitting every edge of my man cunt! Then suddenly , I hear his phone ring! He stops in his tracks and answers it! (Whispering)”hello?? Ya! He’s here! He sleepin man ! Just turn off the car and y’all come in! The door unlocked! Room 229! Aight! !” Then he hung up the phone and kept on thrusting!at this point I’m still dozing in and out of sleep and I here the door open! I hear foot steps and about 2-3 more guys walk in! They all whisper and kinda gather on other end of the room based on where and how far their voices were! The first dude just kept fucking till he thrust so deep into me and busted his nut! As I feel his balls empty into me, I already feel a body put pressure in the bed to the side of where I’m sleeping! Here I am, facedown , ass up and not able to move my body! The guy fucking me pulls out and then I feel the next guy mount me good! He eases his dick around my hole, gathering the previous guys cum on my hole to line it up! Then he slowly enters me to the hilt and I’m in a state of ecstasy! This was it! It was the beginning of a night long pleasurable sexcapade of taking loads! A total of three from that group fucked me and unloaded in me that night! After they left the other 5 tops I gave the room to slowly trickled in one after another to come in and fuck! Some alone, and others in groups 2-3! Total that night I felt about 13 guys fuck me raw and unload in my ass! I loved every second of it! And I guess the last guy was kind enough to close my door and lock it up , cause when I woke up, it was shut! Huge puddle of cum where I lay, and my ass was sore as fuck! I loved every moment of what i actually can remember, given I was periodically unconscious thanks to the ambien! Thinking of doing it again in SW HOUSTON! Any B.B. anon tops interested in linkin up?? Kik me:Hbrtn713

Political disagreements on all kinds of subjects are inevitable, and perfectly acceptable when discussed in a civil manner. Murder of political opponents, or attempted murder (of anyone, for that matter), or beating or corporal attacks are never ever acceptable, save for defense of the nation during declared war against aggressor nations. While Mr. Trump is mistaken, benighted in many areas of discourse, he is deserving of the most foundational level of respect; that of being allowed to live his life. Each human being on the face of the earth deserves that most basic right to exist. It's hardly any secret to the readership of BZ that I heartily disagree with Mr. Trump on many issues, but that in no way excuses the outrage perpetrated last night against not only Mr. Trump, but against our Government, our electoral process, and the basic human decency with which we humans must treat each other. Everyone is guaranteed the right to voice their views, in either a genteel fashion or more bluntly. The shooter was, apparently, socially disturbed, which is no excuse whatsoever. It may be the reason behind the events of last night, but murder (or corporal violence) is absolutely not acceptable, no matter what the cause or issue. While I stand against virtually every aspect of Mr. Trump's platform/proposals, and I stand for his right to announce, argue-for them. Killing, or attempts to kill the messenger however, goes against every most basic human instinct, (let alone our tradition of allowing everyone their say), every sense of decency, and must never be tolerated, excused, or sloughed off. Whatever happens politically in November, this event will not help the discourse one way or the other. It's nothing less than tragic, and we must learn from it, and reconfirm our beliefs that this misguided attempt to silence a political figure is unsound. What counts is civil discourse on the issues of the day, and nothing less.

Drew ran a website promoting Christian values. Amongst those sections most perused was on the issue of homosexuality. There was one contributer in particular, called Bruce, who frequently attacked the traditional line and admitted to being a practising and prolific gay man. Over the time he'd been contributing to the forum, Drew felt he was slowly wearing Bruce down. Bruce was online again and was more forthright than normal with comments like “how do you know unless you've tried it” and so on. But Drew wasn't able to stay long chatting to him as he had to go out to get some tickets for the Edinburgh Festival “Oh, that's a shame”, said Bruce, “so you're an Edinburgh resident like me?” and Bruce slyly thought of a devilish plan to trap Drew. “I live in the city maybe you could come over to discuss matters further in person?” Drew naively agreed to his proposition and then headed out to get his tickets. Drew arrived at Bruce's studio flat at the appointed time to discuss matters with him for the next hour. Bruce was partially erect in anticipation of what he had planned to do to dupe Drew into full blown intercourse with him. It didn't show, however, he didn't want to put Drew off before his plan was fully implemented. Bruce welcomed him in to his den. After some pleasantries, Drew and Bruce began debating over some coffee. Again, Bruce maintained you can't criticise unless you've tried it. Drew countered with examples of acts that shouldn't be done come what may. So the debating continued with Drew's coffee getting cold. Drew pointed out the dangers of promiscuous sex: “think of the diseases you can catch!” Bruce heartily agreed with that statement. Drew once again thought he was getting somewhere with him. He wondered if he could replace this half drunk cup of now cold coffee with a fresh one. Bruce offered to do a proper filter coffee for him. He was now ready to enact his plan. He percolated a full jug of coffee, far too much for the two of them. He depressed the plunger. Drew was surprised that Bruce didn't have one of the new coffee-makers. But Bruce replied how he loved plunging. When Drew was not looking Bruce unscrewed the top of the filter jug sufficiently that when it was poured it was bound to let all the contents spill out. He brought the coffee and milk jugs over and offered to pour some fresh coffee for Drew. Indeed as he did so, the top came off and plenty of coffee spilled over Drew's lap and top. Bruce apologised profusely and urgently suggested Drew took his clothes off so he could wash the coffee out on a quick wash before it stained and then he encouraged him to take a quick shower whilst they were being washed. Drew concurred and rushed into the shower, stripping off all his clothes, including his wet boxers and leaving them by the shower-room door. Drew discovered the lock wasn't working, to which Bruce apologised again that he hadn't got round to fixing it. Which wasn't true he had “fixed” it shortly before Drew's arrival. After grabbing Drew's clothes and flinging them in the washing machine, he stripped and put his own clothes in there too, He grabbed a fresh, clean towel and headed back into the shower-room. “I've brought you a fresh towel” he said and Drew thanked him. Drew was now standing in a small bathtub in the section designed for a power shower and was enjoying the invigorating spurt of the water on him, Bruce was enjoying the view of his firm buttocks and was thinking of giving him his own invigorating spurt. He stepped into the tub and gave Drew a stinging slap on his inviting cheeks. Drew said in horror “What are you doing, get out of here!” He feared to turn round which would expose himself further to Bruce's gaze. But that only gave Bruce the time to squirt cleaning lotion on his hands ready to insert a finger up Drew's bottom. “Get off! Stop that now! Get out!” Drew responded in a feeble and shocked manner to what Bruce was doing to him. Drew felt Bruce's oily fingers sliding between the cheeks of his arse into his virginal rectum. "Stop please," Drew gasped. "I'm not gay. I'm straight. Please stop doing this." His long thin fingers were probing Drew's bottom now with a purposeful urgency. He continued as Drew felt two, three, then four fingers plunging in and out of him. What happened next shocked Drew even more, he felt his cock begin to stiffen and rise. He tried to will it down. But the feeling of those fingers in his bottom and the idea of being played with like this was turning him on. Drew began breathing harder, his cock was now rock hard and pointing upwards. "Oh God!" Drew gasped. His untouched cock began spitting out long ropes of cum. He had never cum like this ever before in his life. His cock began twitching with the final spasms. He could feel Bruce as his fingers wiggled inside his prostate to coax the last drops of spunk from Drew's aching balls. “You've just cum, now it's my turn!” Bruce exclaimed as he squirted lotion on his thick shaft and forcefully entered Drew from behind.” Drew screamed in pain and horror. “Please stop! No, no, no” was his refrain as Bruce kept slamming his cock further and further inside him.” “I do love to plunge” Bruce commented as he further violated Drew's innards. “No, No, No” Drew was continuing to say with every plunge. But again, Drew found his attitude changing and after about a minute of this pounding, he found himself aroused by this deep fucking and he started to cry out “Yes, yes, yes!” As Drew started to enjoy this thrusting more and more, he confessed to Bruce “You are right I shouldn't have criticised until I'd tried it myself.” That was all the trigger Bruce needed to go for broke, fucking Drew raw harder and faster. As he pumped his toxic seed deep within Drew's insides, Bruce too confessed “Yes, and you were right about the diseases you can catch!”

I also fully agree we can only attempt to strive for “liberty and justice for all” if we very clearly live with the ballot over the bullet if we are going to denounce the actions of Jan. 6 - than we need to just as strongly denounce the actions of the shooter I to disagree with I think just about every aspect of what Mr Trump and his maga gang stands for But if we want to stop the maga gang it needs to be resoundingly at the ballot box in Nov

I fully agree with you. What is bothering me the most this morning are the MAGA's claiming "the 1st shot has been fired," or "the storm is here." While I can't do anything about the fact that they feel that way, another subset of the MAGA is capitalizing on it to persuade others that for this reason, those that oppose his policy and behavior can no longer call him out on those policies and behaviors. It is being used as yet another opportunity to shut down debate, which will only further escalate the violence.

Rhetoric like this is irresponsible. We don't know who the shooter was, or what his motivations were. We can speculate but to do so publicly is, well, pretty damned disgusting.

That's a judgment call, but I would say the vast majority of D's are MORE progressive than the vast majority of R's. In a system that effectively only the two major parties can compete in, that's close enough for me. Or how much we patiently point out that people who throw their vote away on Green candidates for president are simply making it that much easier for a Republican to win. That's bullshit. A huge percentage of the Inflation Reduction Act (which, let's be honest, was a stimulus bill) is specifically targeted at green energy and climate change issues. This administration has also been doing what it can on the executive branch side, for instance halting approval of all new LNG export facilities, but thanks to the current SCOTUS right-wing majority, administrative agencies will henceforth be severely crippled in terms of being able to address ANY concerns without clear direction from Congress (which isn't going to happen as long as Republicans have any power there). Again, Bullshit. This administration has been fighting for LGBT people especially in court, where the DOJ has intervened in case after case regarding (especially) trans rights. The administration is also pushing hard to implement trans protections in schools (under Title IX) and in housing and other areas, mirroring what happened for employment a few years ago. The right wouldn't be fighting so hard if they weren't up against an administration pushing hard to implement those protections. That's not going to happen. HIV medication for treatment has long been covered by insurance, mostly because it makes economic sense to prevent people from advancing to AIDS status and fending off opportunistic infections that can cost hundreds of thousands to treat. What might happen is that PrEP might be removed from the "must cover" list of preventative care things, but even before it became a "must cover" larger insurers were moving to cover it because again, it makes economic sense - particularly given the discounted cost they pay for PrEP. I don't doubt that a second Trump administration would be horrible for LGBT people, but this particular concern is - I'm pretty certain - is overblown. They're not going to criminalize *being* gay. They might well push to overturn Lawrence and allow states to criminalize *gay sex*. I'm not defending the latter in the least, but they'd have to actually *prove* that someone had gay sex. And if you look back to when those acts WERE prosecuted, they were almost entirely for *public* sex (which, I might add, is still illegal in most places). THIS - I wholeheartedly agree with. My view of my party is that it's too invested in wanting to be LIKED and not nearly invested in enough in winning. One way the Republicans work is by scaring the rank and file into believing false things - that immigrants are stealing their jobs and stealing elections by voting fraudulently, that people of color are being given massive amounts of "their" tax money, that transwomen are simply perverted men trying to get into women's bathrooms to rape their daughters and sisters, and so forth. Fear is a great motivator - but not so much when you try to scare a tiny portion of your base. Most straight people, even our best allies, won't "fear" re-criminalization of sodomy, even if they realize it'll affect their friends, even if they realize they themselves commit those same acts and could well be guilty under those laws, because they don't believe they'll be affected. Nobody's going to knock on Joe and Jane's door and barge in catching her giving him a blow job and they won't get charged if it does happen. Likewise, a lot of D-leaning voters aren't worried about R plans to make voting harder, because they're convinced they themselves won't be affected, and think all their friends and relatives will be similarly situated. They don't realize that they might well not be able to readily, on the spot, prove they're citizens, because they don't have a certified copy of their birth certificate ready to show at the polls. By the time they do realize it, it'll be too late. Fear works when it motivates a big chunk of your base - like the working class white men who are such a solid part of the Trump base. On our side, fear of what the GOP is doing on abortion is a huge motivation for women voters - enough that everywhere abortion rights have been on the ballot, they've won since Roe was overturned. If we're going to use fear to motivate people to vote - and I'm all for that - it needs to be over things that a big chunk of voters will relate to, and see as a threat. Open to suggestions.

Part X The next day after work I went straight to daddy’s. I had spent the day limping a bit after the previous evening’s ordeal, I was tired and definitely sore but I felt amazing. I felt powerful. As if giving in to my most base desires gave me newfound agency and control. Of course that was an illusion. I was not in control of anything. I could tell myself I gave myself to all those men but the truth is I was there because daddy took me there, told me to give myself to anyone who wanted me. And of course I left there with a new side hustle that given how I auditioned for the job with the boss Larry, was definitely going to involve my seeing a LOT more of his monster cock. “Strip” came daddy’s command as soon as I walked in the door. I proceeded as usual, stopping at the jock I wore under my suit. “All the way” Odd. He usually fucked me in my jock, not caring to see my dick. I complied. “Now, you’ve been a good boy not touching your dick when we’re together. I know that frustrates you, and it’s very hot to watch you struggle and hope each time that maybe I’ll let you cum. And sometimes, if I care to hit it just right, you manage to finish without touching. Which I absolutely love to see. But the other night when that boy sat down on your dick… you didn’t do enough to stop him. And so that simmering desire became a problem.” I knew better than to argue. So I hung my head in shame and obedience. Daddy reached into his pocket and produced a small pink cock cage. “I picked this up for you to wear. And you will wear it whenever I tell you too. I have one key, Larry has the other. He thinks you’ll look hot with it, but knows when you’re up on the pole the crowd might wanna see that big pretty dick of yours. His call. Now go get an ice cube, I can see you’re getting excited already and we can’t have that before we lock you up.” I retrieved the ice. I was nervous but yes, excited too. I had never worn one before but had always been curious. And I was excited to have a new way to satisfy my man’s desires. With my cock sufficiently shriveled from the cold, daddy quickly fit the device over my dick, the ring closing around my balls, and closed the little padlock with a satisfying little click. I looked in the mirror. It looked good. It felt… tight, but almost reassuring. Like my daddy’s hands were permanently in a vice grid around my manhood, keeping it useless and depriving me of my most masculine quality. He came up behind me, looking me in the eyes in the mirror, gently kissing my neck as his hand travelled down from my pecs to my flat stomach to that little landing strip of pubes. His fingers traced around the cage, down the smooth and very sensitive area where my leg met my groin, down under my balls to my taint, circling around my balls now pulled tightly my the cage, finally grasping the cage in his hand while licking up to and around my ear. I was quaking as he toyed with me. Whimpering softly as I ground my ass around in his still fully clothed crotch. “Yesssss baby girl look at that. Look at how you’ve changed almost instantly. Usually it takes a big dick pulverizing the deep places in your pussy for you to start making high pitched moans like that but now… all it took was for me to lock your dick away in that pretty pink cage for your masculinity to drain away. That’s my favorite thing about you ya know? What a hot fucking jock you are on the outside but put you with the right man or in the right mindset and you become the sluttiest little femme fag I’ve ever met. And I fuckin love it babe. I love helping men like you turn into your truest selves.” I knew he was right. I had always thought I embraced my femininity but this was a new level. Being a man without a dick made me take that next leap. I started playing with my nipples as he grabbed my face turning me back for a kiss. I melted into his mouth and raised one of my hands to stroke his head as he made love to my mouth with his powerful and manly tongue. He spun me around to face him and as he picked me up I giggled and threw my legs around him. He carried me over to the bed and tossed me on it. I watched hungrily as he undressed. Slowly. Deliberately. I spread my legs, and licked a finger which I moved down to my hole. He smiled as he climbed between my open legs, his beautiful perfect cock standing straight out from his body. He grabbed my wrists, my one finger sliding out of my pussy and pinned my arms above my head. With his free hand he spit and lubed his cock. I gasped and whimpered as his dick snaked its way inside of me. I was not yet tight again after last night so I put up no resistance. As his pubes pressed against my taint and his belly came to rest on top of my cage I sighed with satisfaction. He fucked slowly as he looked into my eyes “Yeah that’s a fuckin pussy. So soft and loose and open for your daddy. Larry likes a tight hole, he likes wrecking his bitches but I love when they’ve got loose pussies like this. Tells me what a fuckin whore they are. That you baby? You a whore?” “I’m your whore daddy! Use my ass to get off, I need you to! I need your cum in me!!” “No this isn’t an ass tonight baby is it?” “No it’s a cunt sir!” “That’s right bitch. And tonight I’m gonna get off but first…. I’m gonna make you feel what it’s like to give in to that cunt. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never want that cage to come off” and he started fucking more powerfully, more deeply. And I kissed him desperately as my legs spread wider for him. His hands still pinning my arms above me. After a few minutes of this relentless fucking I started to feel something. Perhaps the beginnings of an orgasm and my kissing became more insistent. Sensing this change he pulled up off me and leaned back on his heels. As he moved he deftly grabbed my slim waist and pulled me with him so my back was arched slightly and my shoulders remained on the bed. He could easily lift me up so the tip of his dick was pressed on my prostate and slam me back down so I felt his full length dragging against it until his tip punched through my second hole. I was going crazy. I cried out as he did this over and over again. The feeling deep inside me rising like a tidal wave. “Oh my GOD daddy yes! Yes! Fuck your girl I’m so close I’m so close please make me cum baby please! I love you so much babyyyyy please I’m so close make me cum daddy PLEASE!!!” I pinched my nipples and stared into his eyes as he smiled lasciviously down at me “Yes baby girl play with your tits, cum for me baby, cum like the dumb little sissy you are, cum on the big poz daddy dick!” And as he continued to pummel my pussy my body started wracking with an intensely powerful orgasm the likes of which I had never experienced before. my mouth hung open in a silent scream, drool falling down the side of my face as my pussy pulsed until finally my locked up dick drooled an enormous amount of cum and piss all over my washboard abs. I was almost crying as daddy flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips slightly up and my legs together. I crossed my ankles as he shoved into me and fucked me fast and hard. I was so sensitive it was almost painful as he used me. “Yea baby tighten that pussy up for me. So loose I can’t cum. Yeah baby work that cock in you pull my load out. Now we’ve made you into a pussy boy the only thing left is to poz you up and I think that’s gonna happen real soon. Fuck yeaaaaaaa gonna cum deep in this wrecked pussy!!” And finally I felt him pulling inside me. And he collapsed on top of me both of us utterly spent. For the moment.

Trump is the king of rhetoric, it's pretty much all that comes out of his mouth... and it's obviously effective with his followers. This is an interesting study/analysis of Trumps calculated techniques. Here's an excerpt from the study: "Donald Trump did a “very good” job: A rhetorical analysis of candidate Trump’s campaign speeches" done by Carolin Mohan (link below) "Almost twenty years before Trump’s announcement, political discourse in the United States made a serious shift. Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich took office in November 1994 halfway through the first term of President Bill Clinton. During his tenure as Speaker, Gingrich circulated a memo via his political action committee, GOPAC, to freshman Republican representatives. The memo was titled “Language: A Key Mechanism of Control,” and it encouraged the young lawmakers to use words with negative connotations when referring to their opponents, the Democrats. The letter states that “sometimes we are hesitant to use contrast” and that the reader should “remember that creating a difference helps you.” Contrasting words are listed in separated blocks and include word suggestions such as “reform,” “we/us/our,”“building,” “destroy,” “pathetic,” and “greed” (“Language: A Key Mechanism of Control”).). This kind of speak-first, substantiate-later rhetorical approach exploited a loophole in audience reception. Then-Washington editor of The Nation David Corn contends in his 2005 article “Gingrich-izing Public Broadcasting” that the point of the memo was to “turn name-calling into a strategic political tool” (Corn). Today, Gingrich’s strategy can be found at the roots of many politicians’ communication playbooks, most notably that of President Donald Trump. What sets the analysis of these speeches apart from the current deluge of Trump analyses is that I started from scratch. Personal biases aside, and Trump’s eccentricities ignored, I looked only at the words with which the speeches were sculpted by Trump and no doubt a battalion of communications specialists. This is not to say that Trump’s eccentric approach to his speeches is unimportant: quite the opposite. ... candidate Trump’s promise for immediate, opposite, and broad-stroke change was hot and unstoppable. Trump invokes these promises in each of his speeches, including those studied in this analysis. The speeches are surprisingly devoid of sophisticated policy detail, but this is not uncommon. In order to make their policy plans more accessible to audiences that may not understand the intricacies of government functions, presidents have “dumbed-down” their public language over time, according to Caroline Jones in the Brown Political Review. Additionally, perhaps to give his speeches a semblance of coherence, Trump punctuates his strings of simple and often empty language (e.g., references to unsubstantiated numbers, numerous spontaneous subject shifts, shallow dives into these subjects) with powerful statements on virtually every hot topic being discussed within the public sphere. He uses networks of these powerful statements to associate with them different meanings that lean more in his favor, and consequently uses them to invoke this same meaning when he repeats phrases associated with the issues. Examples include several phrases and words that are often picked up by Trump’s rally audiences and chanted, such as “lock her up,” “build the wall,” and “U.S.A.” These chants symbolize different things to different members of the audience; however, under the same name, the audience believes they are of the same mind and beliefs and that these beliefs are factual and valid. In reality, these phrases are merely words that often bear no weight in lawmaking and make empty promises to people that yearn for quick and tangible change." [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://commons.lib.jmu.edu/honors201019/632/

I love how all the day to day terminology in the gay world has changed. Am I mistaken? Not sure if the old school prissy SAFE SEX ONLY and gay monogamists still have much say... I was sure tired of it! That and the hypocrisy. You know: one-sided cheating and name-calling! Seems to me that the old terms of derogatory slandering or SLUT SHAMING somehow faded away. Call me slut, cumdumpster, promiscuous and bareback whore! Makes my nipples tingle and from I can gather all what was once predominantly viewed as SCANDALOUS behavior, has become the norm. I think we may have to thank BLANCHE from Golden Girls, who made 'ASSERTIVE PROMISCUITY' and 'scoring' a widely acceptable LIFESTYLE... Let's stir this up! Poz promiscuity and PnP totally opened up a whole new world

I saw this and wanted to talk about a recent preloaded/ multi loaded experience. I recently met this guy online and spoke several times. He is undetectable but He said his biggest fetish is unloading in preloaded holes. several times i texted him and asked if he could meet. Last time he said, Get loaded and ill fuck you. I made arrangements to meet him at noon , and met a regular friend who i knew could host and load me almost any day at 10. When i met my regular, He delivered as usual , pretty fast he loaded me up.. I was laying on the bed when he figured he was done but i really wanted to make sure that my friend who wanted me preloaded was happy. I told me regular i needed more today and he asked why. I told him i had a new friend who wanted me pre loaded. This turned him on as we got back on the bed. He insisted that i get him hard again by licking his ass. i positioned down under his ass and went to town.. A few min later he flipped me over and jammed it in my already loaded hole. He said ‘ I will fill you up again’ He threw my legs over his shoulders and pounding my allready leaking hole, filling me up once again . He then got off me and said ‘ get the fuck out of here, go get that sloppy hole filled again, and when your done call me’ I left his place thinking, was he pissed off, but i was on a mission. I arrived at the guy from the internet's place just on time, as i drove there , my underwear was wet from cum leaking out. He greeted me and told me to come in get nude and get on the bed. He mounted me quickly from behind, moaning as he inserted it in. He made a comment ‘no lube needed, nice and wet’ holding it place for a min i felt the cum running down my taint. He pumped hard for a few minutes unloading, I felt him pulse inside me..He said I can go, i dressed and left. completley filled. I called my regular , and he asked about it. He said ‘good, now come here again cause i like preloaded holes to. final out come 4 loads..

Sorry for the long wait guys I get busy with other things and forget to continue some stories but here you go Chapter 4 One by one each man at the party walked up to me at either hold and shoved their cocks in them. My ass was stretched even more as was my throat with the wide variety of cocks of all sizes and shapes. I made eye contact with the camera that was closest to me to show that I was expecting everything I was being offered and to make sure I helped put on a good show for anyone who would be viewing this in the future. After about a dozen cocks gifting my body with their loads my legs started to shake and they saw I was getting sore in that position. One of my new bosses called for a pause and un cuffed me from the fuck bench and carried me like i weighd nothing to a sitting room close by to have a quick break. He offered me a glass of water and asked me how I was with all of this. I told him I was enjoying every moment of what was happening and that if this is how my welcome party is going to be that I couldn't wait to see what all the other parties are going to be going forward. This brought a smile to his face and gave me another glass of water and asked if I was ready to get back to my party. I smiled at him and said I was more than ready. He picked me up again and fireman carried me back into the room announcing that I was ready for more cocks while he dug three of his fingers into my hole bringing in another round of applause from the guests. He removed his fingers and licked off all the cum on them and then carried me to a sling they rolled into the center where the fuck bench was previously. I was laid into it and once I was secured again the fucking of my ass was once again in full swing. (no pun intended) After what felt like two dozen more cocks filling me to the brim with their cum there was yet another pause from the fucking. My new boss asked the group if anyone had to take a piss and almost half of the party raised their hands. So then lets give Chad here another break from getting fucked and start the next part of his job as a urnial. Cheers broke out all around and there were a few guys who wheeled in a stand with a trough at the top with a set of stairs leading to the top of it. from the trough there were two hoses hanging down from it and a set of straps on both hoses as well. I laid in the sling not knowing what to expect and when I was told that each of the hoses was going to be inserted into my ass and throat while the party pissed down the trough feeding my ass and throat with their piss made me as hard as I could possibly be at this point. I smiled and shouted bring on the piss and was pleased with the applause I was given upon hearing that. My bosses walked up to me and each of them grabbed the two hoses and inserted them as far as they could go in each of my holes and I felt no discomfort in my throat or ass feeling them go down. Once each hose was secured by the straps my bosses each started to ascend the stairs to the top where the trough was. When they were all there they each started to piss at once into the trough. It didn't take long for me to feel the warmth of their piss entering both my ass and throat at the same time and I could feel all their piss heating up my well fucked innards and I couldn't help but moan during the whole time. I felt so full but craving more piss and was happy to see them quickly replaced with the next round of pissers. I laid there for about half and hour taking everyones piss and I felt bloated and I needed to piss myself and since I was still secured to the sling and the pissing trough I just started to piss all over myself. This brought out more cheers and there were quite a few guys pushing their way to lay under the sling with their mouths open to collect my piss as it dripped down. Once I was done pissing It seemed like everyone else was done as well so the tubes were removed and I was uncuffed again from the sling. I didn't know what was next but when a metal bassin was rolled over I figured that I was about to expel the piss from my ass. I was picked up again and was put on a chair that was over the basin and one sexy looking twink was placed inside the basin. I was told to bear down and shower this twink with all the piss I had stored in me and when I did it all started to rush out of me covering every inch of the twink in the basin. The twink kept his mouth open the entire time wanting to get as much of the piss as he could in his mouth and it was hot to see. When I couldn't feel any more piss in me the twink climbed out and walked over to me and started to make out with me by thrusting his piss covered tongue into my mouth. I moaned and I could feel someone's fingers probing my ass and I turned to see my one boss who had Aids with all five fingers in my ass. Alright guys this is going to be Chad's last load of the night and then we are going to wrap up the party with his final ination into our brotherhood after our boy here loads him up with his Aids load. With that I felt his fingers l;eave my ass only to be replaced with his glorious aids cock. He slammed it in with one shot knowing how loose I was after all the fucking I had and the stretching from the tube and it didn't hurt one bit. The twink never stopped making out with me as he pumped his cock in and out slamming in harder and harder making me moan in his mouth. With a final slam and a roar unlike anything I heard anyone make before I could feel every hot jet of aids cum be flooded into my ravaged hole seeking for its forever home in my body. Once his shuddering was done and he made sure all the cum in his balls was planted into my hole a round of applause could be heard from every part of the room as he pulled out and inserted a rather large butt plug to make sure all his cum stayed in me. One of my bosses picked me up and carried me to the pedestal they brought back in and announced that the new house boy now needed his official mark since we all knew he would convert soon. Alright Chad now it is time for you to choose your first mark of being in our family. It could be a tattoo of your choosing or it could be a brand either way it is your choice which you want as your first and where you want it to be. I didn't even give it a second thought that I wanted to have a brand in the small of my back where a tramp stamp would be. Everyone roard with approval at this choice and I was beaming with excitement and shaking with excitement too when I saw the guys bring in the branding iron. Alright boys you all heard him let's get our newest member marked properly so he can be proud of joining our family truly. A table was brought in and I was carried to it and laid face down to it. It was both scary and exciting. I was shaking the whole time I was being strapped down to the table so I wouldn't move and ruin the brand. I was offered a bit to bite because there would be alot of pain and I didn't want to shatter my teeth so I accepted it. A screen was put in front of my face and I could watch as they branded me forever and I was happy to see it happen. Once the branding machine was plugged in I could see it was white hot and part of me wanted to opt out and choose something else but the other part of me was begging it to happen all the while I could feel my cock harden to its fullness and I felt the precum run out of it like a river flowing down. Alright boys, let's give Chad a countdown starting from 10. Everyone started counting down and after they all said one I watched as the branding machine was pushed to the small of my back and It was the most painful experience I have ever been a part of. I screamed into the bit and I felt my cock piss all over myself as I smelled the burning flesh from my back. A moment later I passed out from the pain. I was woken up with some smelling salts and I looked up, still strapped down onto the table, at all the men around me with smiles on their faces congratulating me on my triumph. I also saw there was another basin put under me and I was about to ask why and I was told that each member was going to piss on my brand to help ease the pain. One by one each of my new brothers showered my back with piss and it felt so calming where my new brand was I sighed in relief. Once finished I thanked each of them for everything they did tonight and I hoped I would make them all proud. I was unstrapped from the table and I was picked up gently and was being carried upstairs to my new room by my boss and when I got there he gently set me down on the bed on my stomach to avoid the brand. Chad you did an amazing job tonight and we all couldn't be happier that you answered our ad to be our poz house boy thank you. I looked up at him and saw my other three bosses standing there, each of them walking up to me and kissing me goodnight as I soundly fell asleep.

#7. Last, but definitely not least. He was huge, 6' 4" he must have weighed 300 pounds of solid muscle. His bare chest and arms were fuckin huge The kind of body you expect to see pulling a loaded transport! What he lacked in head and body hair he made up in classy arm, chest, shoulder, torso and back tattoos. His massive dick and balls were bald and at full 10" erection the top of his cock was a full length scorpion in strike pose. If I wasn't 'stung ' already there was little doubt it would happen soon. I begged for it a.s.a.p.! I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I waa so deeply lubed that his raw mammoth slid right in with only the tale sticking out. How Could such a huge cock in my hole feel so fuckin good? The fact it was raw and my hole had been so stretched were probably the factors leading to such awesome deep satisfaction. "I don't fuck easy." He groaned as he started to pound away. "Nothin to save me for as you're the last you sexy beast. " I managed to force out before every pile drive into me was knocking the air out of my lungs. This guy had no mercy ... and to be honest I suppose I had invited the abuse. I was just about ready to tap out, it was that or pass out, when he pushed in deep and howled as he unloaded. Half a dozen powerful spasms he managed the words "Fuckin pozin your neg hole bitch!" I've always loved the feeling of being bred .... I had no idea knowingly taking a highly viral poz load while negative and unprotected could be so much more amazing. And here I was flooded with poz cum. Holy fuckin shit! Everyone accept my generous sponsor and the perfect man who made such sweet love to me had left by this point. When #7 plopped out of my hole my sweet lover dove into my hole with his mouth. He feltched out a mouthful and delivered it to me with a passionate kiss. His rock hard raw cock was soon back into me. "Fuck you, sweet slut, that was so amazing to watch. You are such a fuckin cum pig. You must be radioactive now with all that poz cum up your ass. Amazing!" He then held his phone in front of my face, "The guys have been generous adding to your fundraising page, which only makes sense as you've offered your ass so freely." There was another $6,450's. I couldn't believe my eyes. My generous doner spoke next. "When is it you actually do this ride slut?" "Three weeks tomorrow. " I answered. "Excellent! As long as you get the fuck flu before the ride I'll double mine and the other guys donations. You come down with the fuck flu while doing the ride and I'll triple the total. Convert even the day after? Not another cent. Do you understand?" "Aw ... um ... I can't say I understand ... but I do hear what you're saying. Why would you do this? " I queried. "I just love games of chance , and watching you risk your negative ass is worth every cent. I've got more money than I know what to do with ... money flows like water for me ... why not?" "Damn, I'd love to raise that much money but I know it's hoping for a miracle. I've loved taking all these poz loads, but I'm really not chasing. I don't want to take sick. " Each morning until the ride I was relieved and amazed to wake up feeling great. My generous doner texted me every morning for an update. He'd made me promise 'no sex, you only get the extra funds if my guys knocked you up. ' It was hard especially when I felt like I'd dogged the bullet by not converting before the ride but I held to my word. While on the ride some of my regular fuck buddies were pissed I wouldn't play with them. Fuck, I was disappointed to miss out on the fun . Then the second last morning I awoke knowing my ship had come in and my luck had run out. My bed was a puddle of sweat and I felt like I had been hit by a subway train. I'd brought in a small fortune for the AIDS foundation, but I might just now need to turn to them for help.

Two buddies and I had a great morning riding the rail trail out of Vernon BC. There was a clear blue sky and a light breeze and the temperature was perfect for peddling. We did work up quite a thirst on the long dusty trail so we were very happy to come across a pub right on the lake at lunch time. We ordered a pitcher of beer and the burger special of the day as we sat with a nice view on the deck. The tall glasses of cold beer hit the spot. A handsome big bear of a man sat alone at the table next to ours. After a time it became clear he was not taking in the view. He was turning to get a good look at my friends and I. I do a bike rally each year to raise funds for an agency that provides care for people living with HIV/AIDS. For this days ride I had provided each of my friends with a riding shirt from this particular fund raiser. The bear finally caught my attention and asked about the shirts. I told him about the organization and the 6 day fundraising ride. He became quite intrigued and asked intelligent relevant questions. "So do all three of you do these rides?" I responded; "No, just me. I'm training for my 12th year in a row. " His attention returned to the shirts. "The shirts all have different years on them and they all say, 'Top Fund Raiser ' , dose that mean you raised more than everyone else each of those years. " "No, no, no" I protested, "It just means I raised more than $6000 dollars each of those years. Everyone who raises at least that much gets a 'Top Fundraiser' shirt." "That’s a considerable amount, congratulations. What's the most you have raised?" "10,000 last summer, I'm almost up to $8000 in for this year's ride." I shared. By this point my buddies and I had finished our beer and burgers. They excused themselves to go to the washroom so it was just me and this curious handsome bear. "Impressive" he said, "Why don't I help you out with a donation? I lost a lot of friends back in the day. Can I donate with my phone on line?" "Sure. " I responded with surprise in my voice. We linked contact information and I sent him my donation link. I cinfirmed my suspicion that he was American and warned him he wouldn't be able to get a 'tax receipt. "I don't care about that. " He said. He spent a moment on his phone and announced, "There, it's done." I figured it would be best to send him my thank you email followup right away before I forgot, and since I still had my participant page open I checked the latest donation amount. I anticipated $50 at the most. My eyes bulged out of my head. I was confused by the number of zeros and had to count 2 or three times to be sure. He had donated $10,000. "Holy fuck man ... I .... awe ...um ... I'm speechless. How can I ever thank you?" Only now did I clue into the fact that he had been cruising me all along. I suddenly realized my friends knew and were probably fucking each other's brains out in the restaurant bathroom, they wouldn't be back soon. Having had a chance to catch my breath and compose my thoughts I repeated; "Fuck man, I’m serious What can I do to thank you? Anything you want ." He grind seductively; "Can I fuck you?" "Holy fuckin shit man, for that amount of money you can fuck my mouth and ass. Seriously! And bring along all your buddies for that matter." I offered. "Condoms?" He asked. "Like I said , anything you want. They hurt more, especially if you and your friends are big, but for your donation, whatever the fuck you want. My mouth, my ass their yours for one night. " "So you are saying my buddies and I can gang bang fuck your slutty ass bareback ?" "Christ, I would be honored to let everyone of you breed me no questions asked. For that donation use me, abuse me... hell, for that much knock me up for all I care." Itwashisturntosoundsurprised: "Sorry, I assumed you were already poz. So are you negative?" I answered" According to my last test results two weeks ago. As long as the dozen guys that bred me since then weren't toxic, I 'm still negative. And toxic guys usually crow as they breed me. Non have recently " "But aren't you on PreP?" He inquired. "Nope, I've just been to fuckin lazy to get around to it to tell you the honest truth. " "Night after next, come to my hotel room for 8 p.m. . " He handed me a note with the details, shock my hand, kissed me on the lips and left the restaurant. My buddies returned then looking quite flushed and putting their riding shirts back on. As we retraced our path up the lake I shared what had occurred while they were fucking. They wouldn't believe me. They also thought I was on PreP so I didn't share that detail. Fuck, I couldn't believe me either. But there was no way I wasn't going to be at that hotel door at 8 p.m. sharp.

Saw an old daddy on grindr that really caught my eye, 7inch dick, super hairy body, and 35 years older then me😈 I sent him a message and responded instantly and didn’t waste any time inviting me over after a very few messages. I took the ten minute ride over, while driving I thought to myself we didn’t dicuss condoms or anything, and I didn’t have any on me. I get there and he invited me in while eyeing my slender body, he guided me to a couch and preceded to undress. I gave him some head for a very short time and he was rock hard. I stood up and he removed my shirt and I droped my shorts and bent over the couch armrest. Still no discussion of condoms, too late now 🤷‍♂️🥵He took no time sliding in my tight young hole and almost instantaneously said he was going to cum, hinting to me where I wanted his load. I told him “Fuck It!! Cum In Me!!” He sprayed my guts with his dna and kept pumping for a minute or two then pulled out. I got dressed not bothering to wipe up and he guided me out. I got in my vehicle and fingered my freshly creamed hole, and brought my hand to my face to smell his manly seed scent he deposited in me🥵 He wasn’t lying he cummed a lot in me. I was satisfied, and peeked at the clock. I was in and out in 5minutes. So from messaging him present time having his cum in my ass was about 20-25min.

My Buddy Hamish has wanted my hole for ages. We play together but only as tops in 3 (or more) some. I have sucked his cock before but have only managed to get the first third in my mouth - it’s not the length but the girth. His cock is shaped like. Pyramid and gets wider with every inch - the base is thicker than a coke can - I guess about 5 inches. Anyway last night I let him take a shot on my hole. I was well lubed and I’d worn a butt plug all day. He put me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders. He moved forward and opened my legs wide. I felt his helmet press on my hole, he pushed and thrust his helmet through my ring. He pushed the first couple of inches into me. I’ve never felt so full and I thought my assshole was gunna rip open. He took his time and continued forcing his monster cock into me. I can’t say I was enjoying it - but he was. The look on his face told me he was enjoying my tight chute. It took about 20 minutes before he was finally balls deep in my hole. He stayed deep in me, telling me how he was gunna wreck my ass and shoot his load deep in me. He kissed me deep and forced his tongue in my mouth - I was so fukkin horny by now as I was getting used to his horse cock deep in me. He started to fuck me, slowly at first then he went faster and pulled his cock more before ramming it back in. He was grunting and I was moaning. He barked at me “what the fuck do you want” I moaned “Sir, I want you to pump your seed up the whole length of my chute” With that he gritted his teeth, grunted and I felt his hot sperm plastering the walls of my chute and filling my gut. He’s a heavy shooter - I know cuz I’ve sucked him off before and it was at least 4 mouthfuls. He pulled out and his load poured out my hole cuz he’d left me gaping wide open. I’d still wide as fuck today and my ass hurts! It’ll be a while before I give up my ass again to him but I definitely will. It was amazing to be fucked by a real bull. Sent from my iPad

Nice looking middle aged bottom looking to take some dick and get filled with cum. Poz preferred but all loads welcome. Stop by get off and go. No strings fun.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE – Unsuspected Pnp’ers Who knew they partied? A recent series of posts on Breeding Zone, discussing whether or not your friends are aware of your partying activities got me thinking about the times I discovered someone I knew and would never have expected indulged, was instead well-acquainted with enhanced sex. For 16 years, I've managed to keep my party life from interfering with my two careers or other "normal world" day-to-day activities. Some periods I attend pnp parties once or twice a week, some periods a few times a month, sometimes only once a month. In answer to your question, CERTAIN friends know I party (certainly my husband knows I do, though he does not - our open sexual relationship for the past 27+ years and our opposite work schedules mean I do so only during those times he is working which he is cool with). Only one of my straight friends knows I party, and select gay/bi friends. Usually those are friends I've either met "in the scene" who have crossed over into being actual real-world friends that one could rely on, rather than just pnp-buds (who are fine too, so long as one realizes the limitations and true parameters of that kind of interaction). However, every once in a while I'm surprised to discover someone I never expected is a partier, and I always get a kick out of hooking up in a situation like that. When my husband and I lived in Hell’s Kitchen in the 90s, directly across the air-shaft that sank through the center of our apartment building lived two guys who like us were musical theater performers – these guys were both hot and ripped African-American dancers (my hubby and I are Anglo – and like them I had a muscled dancer bod). It got to the point where we would all do 3 ways and 4 ways together… the catch being that either one or both of them would come to our place, or I would go to theirs by climbing across the airshaft 4 stories up! (My hubby, an opera singer, could not do the same). To be fair, the ventilation shaft was shaped like a hexagon <=> and we crawled across where in the angle where the two windows met. Like us, one of them was really kinky and the other pretty vanilla so no enhancements were ever included. They eventually moved out to LA to do music videos. Then, a few years later, after I had started to pnp a bit more, I bumped into Craig, the kinky one, at a buddy’s afternoon chemparty and finally got to play with him in a supercharged way – we did so several times during the time he was back in New York for a show – it was great to finally fuck that beautiful hot ass bareback and get fucked by his fat black cock the same way, along with some major hole play between us. There was a hot but conservative couple I knew that for years were very vocally anti-party - we'd played together, but it took longer for me to get to their place then the un-enhanced sex would actually take, and so I didn't go out often. Then one day out of the blue they had a total switch and my numerous sessions with them since have been very hoT - I've written about them in my true experiences blog on this site. The same for an actor/director I knew only professionally - we'd starred in two productions together and he'd directed me in a third... what a Christmas Present it was when this guy - a married guy with kids who had a TV series in the 80s and is in a ton of movies we've all seen - got me alone at a rehearsal for "A Christmas Carol" and told me he was bisexual and a 'mutual friend' had assured him that I could mentor him in the T-fueled gay sex scene which I gladly said I would... this was made even more ironic in that I was playing Bob Crachit and he was playing Ebenezer Scrooge at the time. Imagine if you will seeing Crachit and Scrooge naked, blowing clouds and booty bumping, with Crachit topping and breeding a leather restrained Scrooge and giving him chem piss... yeah we played that up in our first sex session (even used the British accents...). One of our other first sessions took place in his house one evening, in his office/library room while his soon-to-be ex-wife was out – we swapped pipe hits while fucking on his desk and blowing clouds on the family pics on his desk. When they separated, he took an apartment in Upper Manhattan and we pnp’d there frequently. Another surprise was recent and very, very welcome. During the '90s when I lived in Hell's Kitchen, there were a number of regularly scheduled sex parties in NYC. There was one I attended very frequently where the guys running it would not charge me the entrance fee if I would come early and get the sex started (having no inhibitions). One of the event runners, Bill, was one of the hottest guys I'd ever had sex with and we'd frequently save our last encounter of the night for each other when we'd flip-fuck, both of us having spent the rest of evening topping others. While I would do some bottoming on some nights, he never did at all, except for me and one other guy and only at the end of the party, because the other guys in management didn't want his big cock and butch leather reputation to be sullied among the other customers/guests - apparently, they felt, correctly it seems, that the possibility of being fucked by him brought lots of guys back week after week. Bill and I also very naughtily broke the “always use a condom” pledge that was part of the event rules somewhat frequently… however, it was usually so late that there’d be no one to notice who ever would have complained or reported it, and hell, he was one of the event runners! Anyway, these parties were very much NOT chem-friendly so how would I know he was into it? After 12 years without seeing each other, he read one of my "real experience" blogs on Tumblr, and as he said "I knew immediately that had to be you!" and sent a message. Funny, he was afraid I wouldn't remember, or that I'd not be interested - WRONG!! I nearly fell out of my chair trying to respond immediately - it's nice to know that someone you think was one of the most amazing sex partners EVER thinks the same of you! The first time I saw him after those 12 years, I met him in midtown to introduce him to my candyman. After sitting around with a few other guys and blowing clouds with them, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other – and since nothing was going to be happening where we were for at least a few more hours – we found a nearby hotel room, raced over there, got naked, loaded up our pipes and dove all over each other. We both ate hole for what seemed like hours, since we’re both addicted to rimming and we each do it VERY well. It was a very hot, unexpected surprise (we hadn’t planned on playing until the following week) and though it was only a couple of hours, it was just so much fun to really LET GO with this kindred spirit. Just this past weekend, I introduced him to a hot versatile couple I play with sometimes in the Bronx, and it was the first time I saw him slammed (he’s done so very infrequently)… it was amazing to watch him truly relax and just have FUN while the four of us flip fucked and enjoyed each other all around. So we've now partied together - one on one, which is unusual for me - several times now and the sessions have been awesome. We also relate on a number of other levels including having husbands with physical disabilities, and its great to have someone to talk about that with as well - its been double bonus time for both of us!

FWIW, "prostitute" is a specific kind of sex work. So is porn. Content creators produce porn to get subscriptions (if they have an OF/JFF/etc. account), or followers (on other social media, which can be monetized). There are the rare, occasional folks who produce porn content of themselves to freely distribute, but again, they're rare. But except for those rarities, they're having sex and making money at it - ie sex workers. This applies to solo videos and pics, duos, orgies, and whatever else is produced. Likewise, cam boys who get "tips" for live performances on cam? Sex for money. That may be different, in some forms, from someone who is paid to actually have sex with the paying individual, but it's not really a completely separate concept. Mind you, I have nothing against sex work. I don't think there's anything inherently worse about monetizing your body than monetizing a skill (like software development) or talent (like music) or athleticism (like pro sports players) or even looks (like models, body builders, and the like). We monetize what we have in order to be able to afford things - whether it's a roof over our heads or a Ferrari.

I was skeptical at first not sure I could cope with the act of rimmimg someone (think social norming) but then I got into it with a great guy and loved it. There is something very connecting and intimate in bathing a guys arse with your tongue. I love the feeling of it loosening and then you get to penetrate him with your tongue and the sensations if him clenching and allowing you to do that is really special. Why did i think otherwise - dumb me all those i missed out on rimming!

Tops: never fall in love with a bathhouse cumdump. You will get hurt.

I use it and it works good. I have been bred by some really hot guys. Most are closeted so you have to trust the process. I also like the group chat. I have found a couple group play parties that have been fun. I was at one Friday where I took three loads. It was a nice stop on my way home from work. Status never cums up.

Federal campaign law says that money raised by a particular candidate has to be spent on that candidate's election, or otherwise disposed of in a very limited number of ways. But all the Biden money was raised for the Biden/Harris re-election campaign, and most campaign finance experts say if Harris is still on the ticket, even if she moves up to the top slot, the money can be spent to elect her. But even if not: the money CAN be transferred to their party, and the DNC could spend to elect her.

I've volunteered for different HIV/AIDS organizations for years, both before and after I was pozzed over 20 years ago. Many would see me as a clean cut rule following geek. My conversion was not as dramatic this fiction I written, but bottom line, given the chance I'm ever bit as promiscuous a cum slut as my lead character in this story. If this turns you and others on it's a wonderful kind of 'wrong' in my mind and value system.

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

My Playroom—August, 2023 I think we both knew it had to happen. It was just up to him for when. My prolific commentor, GaryM, finally took the big step to say he wanted to come to the playroom. From all our banter in the comment section, I knew we liked the same things, so of course I said ‘yes!’ We settled on a day and time in the middle of the last full week of the month. GaryM arrived on time—and was slightly nervous. He is around my age, with a slender build and a beard that I couldn’t wait to feel on my ass. I think he double checked his cleanout after the long car ride and then I took him downstairs… I lean against the fuck bench. He is sitting on the bed. “I think you should get me hard.” He kneels on the padded exercise mat below the bench. He makes a sound in the back of his throat that is all about desire. He does a deep intake of breath, his nose deep it the fabric of the jock pouch. He is definitely someone who appreciates the work I’ve done on making this jock ripe. He exhales slowly and begins to lick it. His tongue is active and determined. The pouch is pulled back and he licks the head of my erecting cock. He groans as he gets some precum. He swallows me to root and back again. I don’t have to ask him to include my balls. He’s read countless times how I love them licked and not sucked. He leaves them wet and slick, going back to my cock shaft once again. I let him get his fill—but I am eager to get my tongue into him. “Let’s use the bench,” I suggest. GaryM gets up on it. I adjust him slightly, so his leaking dick is not mashed on the upper part, but hanging off it. I get some of his precum on my fingers and smear it on his pucker. It’s a hole that has seen a fair amount of play—and a responsive one. The moment I lick it, GaryM groans and his hole opens a fraction. I poke in and begin a seriously long rimjob. He groans and mutters to himself. I grease my cock as I continue to lick and suck and spit into him. I need to do it. I want my cock up that ass. I stand up, the head slapping at his open hole. I push—and I’m in. I pause. GaryM groans—and I slide all the way in. My pubes grind against him. I’m deep. His ass squeezes down on me. I wait until it releases my dick before I begin to fuck. GaryM is now moaning. His eyes find the mirror that sits on the side wall, tilted so he can see me fucking him. He is fascinated and can’t look away. I pull my cock out of his ass. He begs for it, even as I am already walking towards his mouth. He cleans me—every inch of my cock and balls. I go back up him with just the spit he’s left behind on my cock. He groans, louder this time. I am repeatedly hitting his prostate. The next time I pull out, I let him clean me again, but I also spend time tonguing his well fucked hole. It’s delicious. I understand now why he wouldn’t let my assflavored cock out of his mouth. We switch to the sling. GaryM loves the new view in the mirror above him. Again, I eat his ass for longer than usual. I finally rear up and fuck him. Slow and purposefully, building to a chain rattling fast tempo with my hips slapping hard into his upturned ass. I pause. I eat his ass. It’s incredibly juicy now. I fuck him again. This time when I pull out, I bring it around to the top of the sling. He cranes around and takes as much of my proffered penis as he can in this awkward position. He groans, feeling supremely slutty. I go back and fuck him one more time. “I think we need to let me in the sling so you can lick my ass.” He’s been waiting. I get am out—and I get in, pulling the straps of the jock up so they are out of the way of my hole. He kneels. He licks my balls first…and then slowly works his way down. He groans as his tongue hits my much tighter pucker. He tells me I taste good. I am sure that the vigorous fucking we’ve done has given my hole a hot sheen of sweat. I take a hit of poppers and let his tongue and lips go to work on me… * We do another round of fucking in the sling. I start slowly again. His hole has closed up from when he knelt to rim me. I work it open with my wet cockhead, smearing my juices all over those swollen asslips. Only then do I enter him. And fuck. Hard. With a drive to get my balls working towards orgasm. I stop, leaving him panting and wet. “It’s time for the rimseat.” I go under first. I lick his hole—which the seat stretches open for even deeper access. GaryM moans and watches the nasty porn in front of him, flexing his ass muscles occasionally. When he does, his puffy asslips push into my mouth, making me moan. Everytime he does it. Then we switch. GaryM is in another place now. Oh, he’s down there, making me feel terrific, but we are both floating—our minds only thinking of the pleasure we are giving each other. He has no intention of stopping. I finally have to stand up to rest my legs, as the seat is low for me. He begs me to sit down again. And I make him happy. I take a hit of poppers and let his tongue do anything it wants to me… But finally, I know I need to breed or I will just not be able to do it if we go much longer. We choose the sling—as I want to see his face when I let loose. I rim. I fuck. I rim. His hole is so wet with his ass juices, I only stop licking when I realize I’m going to shoot. I stand up—and fuck my dick inside of him. It explodes…blast after blast… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: It Had to Happen: Blogger meets Reader (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 16, 2023

I stumbled back across this and thought I'd throw out some more info. Lots of people defending the Electoral College cite it as some part of a grand design by the framers of the Constitution, the way they hammered out separation of powers, the (sort of) representative House contrasted with the absolutely non representative Senate, and so forth. The truth is nothing of the kind. The framers actually took up the issue of how to choose the chief executive (who didn't yet have the title of President) very early in the deliberations of the convention. Some thought he should be chosen by Congress. Others thought he should be chosen by a popular vote. Still others thought that the state legislatures should have the final decision, the way they chose the Senate, but in a more population-aware manner. They couldn't agree, though things weren't really acrimonious; no one really had any idea what method would be best. So they punted, and tabled that issue to come back to later; when they did, it proved to be a very contentious issue. Contrary to myth, the framers as a group did not "fear democracy" in the sense of a popular vote for president. In fact, there was more support for a popular vote (by propertied white men, in most cases) for president than for any of the other proposals, albeit none of them at first getting a majority. And most of the states, even at that early date, elected their governors (the state-level equivalent of the president) directly; they were perfectly happy to have direct elections for the US House, the body they envisioned as the primary source of federal law. Clearly, direct election was something they understood and supported, at least some of the time. Rather, the issue raised over a popular vote was that larger states like New York and Pennsylvania had the most voters, but slave states like Virginia had more people overall, even if most of them couldn't vote. States like Virginia wanted the influence that came from being rich and populous even if much of that population was slaves. Letting Congress pick presented its own problems, because the House was more or less proportional to the state populations, but that meant states with few representatives would have no influence. Conversely, letting the Senate decide meant a handful of people in a small state had as much voice in choosing the president as the entirety of New York. Letting state legislators vote meant figuring out how much weight to place on Virginia's choice vs. New York's: should we count voters, voting age population, total population, or what? Certainly you couldn't do one vote per state legislature, which had the same problem as letting the Senate decide. The electoral college was finally chosen as a sort of a compromise nobody really liked a lot - the legislatures picked the electors, and states got as many electors as they had in both chambers of Congress. It produced the disastrous deadlock election of 1800 and the problem that the president and vice-president would likely be from opposing parties (since the electors cast votes only for president, and the second-place finisher became vice-president). The Twelfth Amendment solved the latter problem, but the underlying undemocratic structure of the EC generated a new problem: once states began voting directly for their electors, it was possible that the popular vote could indicate one person should win, but the electoral college vote another. That happened in 1824, 1876, 1888, 2000, and 2016. Five times, among a total of 45 men who served as president. That's a pretty massive discrepancy. And more to @DallasPozzible's point, not only has the Democrat gotten more votes than the Republican in every election since 1988 except 2004, we'd probably have won that one too; Bush II won his second term only because (a) he was the incumbent, thanks to an election he should have lost, and (b) we were at war and thus reluctant to change leadership at the time. We can't know anything that didn't happen for sure, of course, but I suspect a hypothetical president Gore wouldn't have invaded Iraq as a response to 9/11, and we very well might have caught and/or killed bin Laden before the 2004 election if we hadn't been distracted by the Iraq debacle. Or we might have declared victory in Afghanistan after overthrowing the Taliban and just left, instead of losing thousands more lives over the next couple of decades trying to force democracy on a people whose social structure wasn't interested in it. With a president Gore, we wouldn't have Alito or Roberts on the Supreme Court; and with a president Hillary Clinton, we wouldn't have Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, or Barrett, either. We wouldn't be having decision after decision gutting one protection for ordinary people after another. This is the legacy of imagining that the framers "feared" popular elections.

I have been acquaintances of his for many years. We never fucked. But he never was a nice person. He was arrogant and he was rude to others. He knows that his personality and body were captivating. And he thought that he deserved all of the accolades. Basically, he was a douche bag.

#5 was a young cub. Very cute, very inocent. After all the fucking was done he chatted with me, telling me he was 21. He was pozzed the first time he was fucked which was the day of his 18th birthday. It had not been his plan, it just happened. He was so in lust with the 35 year old he met at his local cruising park that when asked to drop his pants and lean against a tree he did. The guy proceeded to eat the kids ass and this felt so good he just wanted whatever the guy had to offer. Next came a tounge fuck and then 1,2,3 fingers. When those disappeared for a moment the kid thought he'd done something wrong. He was greatly relieved when a bigger finger, he thought it was the thumb, pushed into his virgin hole. When the penetrating object was clearly too big for a thumb he was just enjoying the sensation to much to ask questions. Then the fuck started and there was no desire to turn back. The guy had not pistoned for very long before the kid began to feel warm and wet inside. The guy kissed him on the neck, pulled out and walked away. Only then did the cub put a finger to his hole and realize the guy had cum in him. He Immediately knew he shouldn't have allowed this, but every part felt so good. Before he got his pants pulled up a fifty year old pot bellied daddy with sunken cheeks stepped in behind him asking; "That was so fuckin hot kid. Can I have a turn?" Without thinking beyond 'one was fun, why not another ' the kid said, "Awe ... I guess so ... sure. " and leaned back into the tree. This guys average size cock slid in raw and soon was pumping a load deep into the delighted cub. That fuck had attracted a crowd and before he left the woods he had six more loads from six strangers marinating in his guts. He went back every day for a week and a half. Often being bred by new strangers, often by repeats and the pot bellied man with the sunken cheeks never missed a day of breeding the kid. The only reason he took a break was he woke up soaked with a high fever feeling like he'd been hit by a Mac truck. He knew Immediately what he was suffering from but didn't tell his folks. When he was well enough he ran away from home and had no trouble making his way by selling his ass. That's how he'd first met my generous benefactor. He'd rarely topped, but for a newbie he gave me a good, if not short, ride before blasting me full of his never medicated poz cum. Fuck me, what was I thinking. I should have had far more sense than that naive cub kid. But in this moment I completely understood how the thirst for a load, any load just takes over. And let's face it ,,, I wasn't fooling anyone including myself. I was especially enjoying knowing the fucking huge risk I was talking.

The guy that drew number 4 place was my idea of a perfect dream fuck. 6' 3", natural Mediterranean tan, thick mat of black hair on his chest, arms, shoulders, back and ass. Probably 200 pounds of solid muscle. Full beard and mustache on his handsome smiling face. I'd been watching him interact with the other guys. He was that special sort of person that connected with everyone as if they were the only person in the room. In the gaze of his beautiful big brown eyes your heart couldn't help but melt. He was the only one to speak to me before we made out. "I hear you are very generous in supporting a cause very close to each of us guys. I'm delighted to meet you. " and he leaned in and kissed me. I responded"The pleasure is all mine. Besides your friend was amazingly generous , I needed to say thanks to him. And I feel like I just keep getting more, fuckin awesome, thanks. " His deep baritone voice made every hair on my body stand on edge. "Well I look forward to gifting you some more. " And with that my legs were lifted over his shoulders and his 8 inch raw manhood was eased into my eager ass. Balls deep he checked to be sure I was OK. Then he kissed square on the lips and it began. We didn't fuck ... we made love. He was an awesome combination of gentle yet firm, strong yet tender. Between passionate kisses he cooed his enjoyment of my wet hot ass in my ear. I couldn't help but moan my pleasure and excitement. This was so enjoyable, I lost track of time. I also didn't want it to end. Finally I noticed his pace pick up and for the first time he wasn't hugging me chest to furry chest. I watched his beautiful smiling face and took in his powerful hairy torso. That's when I saw the tattoo hiding in his thick black hair just under his left collar bone. A four inch biohazard! I quickly looked under the other collar bone and sure enough there was another tattoo, a six inch scorpion. He didn't miss the look on my face, smiled and nodded as if to say without words, 'yup, I'm about to gift you for life!'. As I was frantically wanting to pull away, reverse this course, I heard my voice; "Fuck yeah, cum in my ass, poz my negative ass, knock me up you gorgeous stud." He was blasting away before I was half way through my declaration. I was in the midst of a hands free orgasm spray both our faces, chests and stomachs. Meanwhile my ass was also orgasming, milking his dangerous tool. I counted eight pulses from his toxic canoon. When I caught my breath I moaned, "Holy fuck man, you just pozzed my vulnerable ass didn't you?" He responded, "Well yeah. But that was the third unmedicated poz load to paint your guts tonight." The sunken face daddy and the albino raised their hands and smiled. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. I had three strangers poz loads in my ass which was definitely stretched, torn and incredibly vulnerable after being fucked by the handsome bear's mammoth cock. My handsome prince then spoke again. "3 highly toxic loads in you, and 4 more yet to come. I hope you knew when you offered yourself tonight you would be leaving knocked up. That or you have incredible luck if you're not chasing. " I sighed, " Fuck man! I’m not chasing! But this is fucking incredible . Thanks "

I peed and had a quick shower being sure to keep my ass tight. I didn't want the handsome bear's cum to be anywhere but in my gut. When I left the bathroom through the bedroom door I walked into a full fledged orgy of 8 smoking hot guys. How had I not heard any of this? Guys were sucking and fucking everywhere. The host was legs up on his back being fucked by the cutest blonde cub. When he saw me he gently tapped the cub off him,stood and raised his hand. Silence decended on the room before he spoke for all to hear. "The orgy is over boys. Our guest of honor is here. " Walking over and placing a hand on my shoulder he continued. "He's stretched and prelubed with my cum. And he's here for all your loads. No questions asked, no load refused. He's negative and not on PreP. Draw a number from this jar to determine the order you get to breed his ass." #! Was a very tall, hairless albino. His cock was a nice thickness and ten inches with no curve. He waisted not time slipping it into me as I lay on the side of the king size bed my feet in the air. No for play, no kissing, nothing. Straight in and right to fucking. His only words about 12 strokes in, "I don't last long ." True to his word he was unloading. Only when he finished cumming did he bend down and kiss me. As he pulled out he declared for all to hear, "Next." And the next guy was almost his complete opposite. 5' 4", black, muscular, with a rock solid 5 inch cock that curved up and to the right. This guy started by sucking my cock for a bit followed by some sensual kissing as he guided his raw rod into my cummy ass. Once balls deep he instructed me that his tits were wired to his cock. I latched onto both of them with my hands. He may have been smaller in stature but his fuck was more powerful and lasted 10 minutes. Then he asked; "You ready?" I eagerly responded; "Cum in me, breed my ass. " And he did with ten powerful convulsions! #3 appeared to be in his mid sixties. Still in good physical shape, a life long gym bunny I suspect. Although fit his handsome face did seem a bit gaunt and sunken. He was moderately hairy with an amazing bubble but. His cock was hard and quite average. He kissed me on the lips as he wasted no time mounting me once again missionary. Watching his face as he raw dogged me I thought, 'this is the one,. He'll declare his status poz as he breeds me'. But no. When I could tell he was close he spoke up. "I'm ready slut. Tell me you want it inside. " "Fuck yeah man, cum in me!" He howled like a wolf as blast after blast shot into me. Four fuckin strangers loads mixed in my ass in less than 1 hour. This was amazing. I suspected one was poz but was surprised he didn't say so. Maybe not. Maybe I was going to get away with my foolhardy offer. I really wasn't chasing, but fuck the excitement of the danger was bloody awesome. At least four more loads to go. How might the Russian Roulette Wheel spin. With four loads I just wanted more. My attitude was an enthusiastic, 'bring those raw cocks and loads boys!'

I arrived at the generous handsome bear's hotel room door at 8 p.m. sharp. Part of me was scared as hell; what the fuck was I thinking? How many guys was I offering my ass to? Would any of them be toxic? Holy fuckin shit, why hadn't I gotten on PreP? I'd had so many opportunities. How Could I have been so fuckin lazy? But the bigger part of me had little room for these worries. It was consumed with anticipatory questions. How big is the bear's cock? How many different raw cocks would get into me? How many delicious loads would paint my gut walls? How many would be dangerously toxic? Would they tell me before knocking me up? Would I go ahead and take their poison anyway? Fuck, how I love the danger! The bear answered the door in a plush white bath robe that showed off the thick grey hair matting his chest and the beautiful tan of his skin. Another question rushed in ... does he have a tan line, or like me take the sun naked. I was willing to wager ... no tan line. He didn't only have a room but a luxurious suite. He pulled me in for a hug and passionate kiss and soon maneuvered me towards the couch. His bathrobe was dropped and most of my questions were answered. Especially the size of his member. Only semi erect and it was already thick and eight inches long. Maybe he is a shower not a grower I thought. Not so, when I got it in my mouth it became beer can thick and eventually 12 inches in length. Holy shit, I thought, what have I got myself into . Despite my reservations I performed oral for the next 5 minutes. Then he reminded me my offer included fucking my face. I grabbed his hips and impaled him balls deep down my throat. It was only a couple minutes but he pounded my face. I was coughing and spitting up a storm. "Get out of your clothes slut, time for me to get acquainted with your ass." He ordered. I quickly stripped and bent over the arm of the couch. Soon he was rimming my hole like an expert, always focused on getting me wetter and wetter. When his tounge started to fuck me I was in heaven, completely forgetting what was about to come. Then his mouth left my hole and I could feel his raw mushroom head teasing my rear entry. Refusing to give into my fears I pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back to impale myself on the head of his monster. I was in utterly unbearable pain, but there was no way I was going to pull away, or ask him to stop. I owed him a great thank you fuck and come hell or high water he was going to have free access to my tight hole. I just kept breathing deeply and pushing back until he was balls deep. He didn't wait for permission, he just took that as permission to power fuck my ass. For the next half hour it only got more and more intense. And then he went into overdrive and I knew his load was close. Inside my ass started to feel like a cum tsunami. Blast after Blast of his hot cum painted my gut walls. Then he collapsed on my back and lay there regaining his breath. It was only after a moment that I began to think and fear this might be it. Just him, no buddies. I decided to take the high road and not complain. He finally climbed off me and pointed me towards the bathroom door. He encouraged me to make myself comfortable and take the second door that led into the bedroom when I was ready. Damn I thought. Only him and no toxic excitement. But if that's what he wanted for his money, who was I to complain.

I have a thick dick and sliding into a pre-lubed and pre-fucked hole is usually so much easier. It's an amazing, loose, warm, silky feel. But what really gets me going is when I can hear the bottoms guts sloshing around with the cum of many men while I'm fucking him. Then I know I'm with a talented and well-used cumdump. I understand that feeling and switch between feeling a bit jealous and a bit thankful to share a talented hole with other men knowing they have had their pleasure in him as I am about to.

Chapter 3 when the applause died down everyone walked up to me and started to touch my body just like before. I loved all the attention they were giving to my nipples cock and ass they all made me feel so welcomed and so horny. My new boss stood up there next to me and gave me a grand introduction. Boys this is Chad and he has been accepted as our new house boy. This brought on another round of applause and cheering from everyone. So now we must christien him into his new role and new life the only way we know how to so i hope everyone has saved up their loads because everyone here needs to put a load in this boy before the end of the night to make sure his new status is brought on quickly. I want everyone to form a line one for poz and one with aids so we can make sure Chad knows how serious we are about making him a member of our life, As hosts and roommates we will have the first crack at his neg cherry. With that they rolled over a fuck bench to the pedistal and each man there was forming two lines as instructed behind the two signs on the floor i just now saw. One had poz and a biohazard sign on it and the other had aids and a skull and crossbones on it. They also put a few cameras on tripods around the fuck bench to get everything on film. My new boss carried me to the fuck bench and positioned me on it and handcuffed my wrists and ankels to the sides and everyone formed around me gropping eachother to keep eachother hard for what is to be a long night ahead. My new bosses were the closest near me since they were going to be the first to go at my ass and their death sticks were raging hard with their toxic precum dripping from their cocks. I licked my lips and was eager to start this night off right. My boss with the biggest cock was positioning himself to my ass and my boss with aids was starting to shove his aids cock in my mouth. Lucky for me I have no gag reflex so he was able to slide it all at once down my throat with no problem causing the group around me to burst into applause with my accomplishment while my other boss shoved his entire cock in one fell swoop causing me to moan in extreme pain and pleasure. I felt like my ass was split in two and was on fire. I bucked hard in pain and did all I could not to bite into the cock in my mouth. Thankfully someone shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and the pain quickly turned to pleasure and they then both pile drived into me causing me more and more pleasure. I could start to feel both of them start to swell more and more and then with one final slam they both unloaded their toxic cum into my holes causing me to moan loudly and shoot one of my last neg loads. They both pulled out of me and as i could feel the cum dripping from my hole someone played over the loudspeaker ROUND 2 and the party was in full swing.

Hubert Humphrey, 1968. And he was more or less treated as a kind of incumbent which worked against him (he didn't apparently even get the brownie points for the massive civil rights laws that LBJ had pushed through - he just got the negative points from the racists and also the anti-war movement - and they should have given him points for civil rights and the war on poverty but they didn't), he just got the negatives.

I really get off on getting a good blow job, cumming in the guys mouth and having him snowball my cum back to me.

It was fairly quiet, though Arthur emerged from the sauna as I was mopping the floor outside. "Where is everyone?" He asked. I told him about Martin and the gangbang in the basement. He licked his lips and his cock had risen beneath his scrawny belly, the purple head drooling precum from the puffy slit. " Wow!" He said. " I need a piece of that!" with a grin, he scuttled off downstairs with his cock in his hand. I finished my work and went back to the desk for some tea. I was just reading the paper when there were footsteps and voices on the basement stairs. Bill emerged with another man holding Martin between them. The lad was

Chapter 1 – We Meet Again Jason is a long-time buddy of mine. When he lived near me, we’d get together a few times a month to party and play. About a year ago, he sold his startup company and moved to a place outside of Phoenix. He invited me to visit, promising there would be some fun times while I was there. I was excited to get away from winter and to see Jason again. We’d spent lots of time together over the years, but that had always been focused on a day or two for play. This would be the first time we spent a more extended time together, and I’d be staying at his house, too. We got along well, and I had high hopes for the trip. Jason picked me up at the airport, and we drove out into the mountains. He told me that his house was on a lake, and the area around it was secluded. He wasn’t kidding. When we got there, he had a beautiful house surrounded on three sides by trees. The back side was all about the lake. You couldn’t see any houses, and Jason told me that he often swam nude in the lake. He showed me to my room and suggested that I prep for some fun times with him. I got ready in the private bath, put on a jockstrap, then got dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. He told me to meet him in the lower level, so I headed there. Jason was waiting for me and working on his phone. He was naked except for a black leather harness and cock ring. When he saw me, he said, “There’s no need for clothing here,” so I stripped off the shorts and shirt and walked over to him. My cock was straining against the pouch of the jock strap. Jason’s dick was hard and shiny with precum. I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock into my mouth. Jason is in his 40s now. At a little over 6’ tall, he’s about the same height as me. We’re both in OK shape, but it looked like he had been hitting the gym more since he moved and tightened up his body since I saw him last. He’s got an incredible hairy chest that tapers down to a treasure trail leading to his cock. His trimmed pubes help his 7” cock stand out. With the cock ring on, his cock was nice and plump. I also knew that he had a hairy ass and a hole that liked to be used. I’m a little heavier than him and not as defined. There’s some hair on my chest and ass, but not as much as Jason has. My cock is 7.5” long. So, I’m on my knees, giving Jason a blow job. His cock is pumping out some precum, which I am eager to swallow. He let me suck him for a while, then he reached down and pulled me into a standing position so that he could suck my dick. That’s when I noticed that we were in a well-equipped playroom. A sling was set up with a stool at the base and a table on one side with poppers and water. A cart with lube and toys was near the stool. It looked like a fun space. After he sucked me for a while, Jason suggested that we get things started. He reached for a pipe and torch and began melting the crystals. He took a hit when the smoke was swirling and passed the tools on to me. I, too, took a big hit off the pipe. Damn, this was some good stuff! We’d be flying soon. We shared the pipe and got ready for action. Jason suggested that I get in the sling first. He lubed up both of his hands and started working on my hole. He was using fingers from both hands to poke and prod at my hole, teasing it to open up for him. It didn’t take long for him to have four fingers from each hand inside me, using them to stretch my hole, prepping it for his fist. He added more lube to his hands and squirted a healthy amount in my ass with a lube shooter. Then, he slowly inserted his hand, twisting it as he entered my ass. He paused at the widest part and used some twisting motions to let me experience the fullness of his hands inside me. He knows how much I enjoy being stretched like this. Next, he slid more of his hand in, getting in to about mid-forearm. Once he was settled in there, he gave me a minute to adjust. That first insertion is always fantastic, and he knew that there would be many more insertions to follow, so there was no need to rush. After a moment, Jason started some small movements inside me. He was flexing his hand and twisting it around, letting his knuckles graze over my inner walls. Jason was also working his hand deeper into me. He paused once he hit my second hole. We both knew that we would breach that barrier, but there was plenty of time for that. Jason then pulled his hand all the way out of my ass. He added more lube to it and slid back in. This time, he went all the way in on a single push. Jason worked my hole, pushing back and forth, all while twisting his hand around inside me. He was getting me well-opened, and I enjoyed the ride. Next, he pulled out and looked over his selection of toys. He always liked Mr. Hankey’s toys, and it appeared that he added significantly to his collection. Some of my old favorites were there, but there were plenty of new items. He chose a new one that looked like a super-sized version of a real cock and started to lube it up. This toy was thick from the start, and his insertion made me gasp in pleasure. He looked up at me and smiled then as he slowly drilled the dildo further into my ass. He occasionally paused to let me adjust to it, but he kept a steady pressure on it. Twisting and moving it forward got most of the toy inside me until he hit my inner sphincter. With the thickness of this toy, it was unlikely to go through my second hole yet, but it felt amazing having it there. Jason gently extracted the toy from my ass, pulling it all the way out and then shoving it back in. He repeated this action, pulling it all the way out before sliding it in again several times. Each time, the initial penetration of the head was easier, and my ass adjusted to accommodate the thickness, allowing the toy to slide in deep. He was shaking and twisting the toy as he fucked me with it. He was really getting into working over my ass with this, so I decided to take a hit of poppers and let him go wild on my ass. I took one small hit in my left nostril, blew it out, and then took a deep hit on my right side, which I held. When Jason knew that the rush was on me, he pulled the toy out and quickly shoved it back inside me. Now, he was moving the toy with great speed, letting my ass feel every penetration and each wrinkle and vein on the dildo as it slid through my chamber. Then, Jason dropped the toy on the ground and, as the poppers were wearing off, shoved his hand inside me again. This time, he was able to get deep inside me quickly and was poking at my second hole. He teased it just a bit and then slid his fingers through. Feeling him inside my colon was a huge turn on and I moaned in pleasure and appreciation. Jason suggested more poppers and held his hand still while I snorted the fumes. Then, he began his assault on my deepest areas, pushing through my second hole, moving his fingers ever deeper inside me. I was bucking around on the sling, reacting to the intensity of the workout he delivered. My cock had been leaking a steady stream of precum, but now a huge gush erupted from it, coating my hairy stomach. Jason was oblivious to this since he was so focused on my ass, so I reached down and scooped some of the fluids into my mouth. The sweet and salty taste turned me on and excited me for what was to come. Jason slowly slid his hand out of my ass. He took his time removing it, letting me feel the bumps and texture of his hairy paw as it was extracted from my ass. When he was all the way out, he again used both hands to spread my hole open. After the session we just had, it opened readily for him. He dipped in with his tongue and gave my hole a few licks. I shivered in delight as his tongue licked and probed my inner flesh. Then, he helped me out of the sling, and we swapped places so that he was now in the sling, legs spread and ass temptingly exposed to my yearning gaze.

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Was in town last night running errands at Walmart. I was going through the electronics section when I noticed a tall black guy looking at tv's and wearing grey sweats and i was able to see the outline of his big cock, I had to control myself from staring at it. when I left all I could think of was that bulge in those sweats. I headed over to the ABS to help satisfy my urge. It was fairly busy when I got there and was lucky to find a hard cock that I was able to suck off right a way. The crowed died off and I was there alone for the next two hours when walked in was this guy in his mid 20s looking to get sucked off. I could tell he had been drinking, but he said he was really horny and needed to get off. When I reached down to undue his belt I could feel his his hard cock pushing against his jeans, as I undid his jeans and pulled down his underwear I was greeted by a 7 inch fat hard cock which was already leaking pre cum. He stopped me from sucking after a few minutes because he was close. He started fingering my ass and wanted to fuck me and asked me if I had any lube and I didn't, I wasn't planing on this when I left the house. He ended up using spit for lube and even I don't like it he used a condom. He fucked me for about fifteen minutes then pulled out, took the condom off and had me finish sucking him off and as he started to cum pulled out of my mouth and shot all over my face and shirt. I waited about 20 more minutes but no one else came in so I left. I've had better nights there, but when I woke up this morning and could smell and see the cum stains on my shirt , it was a good night.

First time I felt a cummy hole with my throbbing cock I was much younger cruising a local gloryhole. One night someone turned around on me while he had been sucking me off for a while and the sensation of that sloppy drippy hole wrapping around my dick got me beyond rock hard. Knowing a mans hole is as hungry to receive my sperm as my cock is hungry to blast into it is a natural aphrodisiac that no drink or drug could ever replicate. I love sharing all body parts with multiple men, we're all here for a fun time. Let's play.

Woof. Damn, you are hot!!!

I share you passion, a penis has to be THE most beautiful organ on the body. I adore the feel of it, its hardness yet its softness in my mouth. There is no other object that gives me as much pleasure as a nice hard cock. Also, I love to hear the moans and whimpers a guy gives out when I worship is manhood. At the end when his seeds feed me, it is the ultimate reward. Yep! I'm addicted to cocks.

As I had been told, the following weekend I met Joe, and he, Mark and I had a very intense weekend. Joe arrived at about 8:00 PM on Friday evening, greeting Mark and me with a bear hug. Just looking at him, my cock twitched with excitement, especially as his cock was bulging in his tight 501 Levi jeans. He was about 6' 2", was nicely built, had a full head of dark, even black hair, as well as a full black beard. Just my type. Mark led us down into the dungeon where we had a few drinks while watching the TIM film, Viral Loads. Seated between Mark and Joe, two hot leather men, my cock involuntarily got harder and harder. Noticing as much, and gauging I was ready, Mark pushed my head down onto Joe’s lap, ordering me to “Lick the wet spot on my buddy’s crotch.” Of course I was more than willing to do so. Joe opened his jeans and extracted his seven inch cock, which was, as I suspected, already hard. I devoured every inch. Mark, meanwhile, managed to rip a hole in the ass of my jeans, and vigorously fingered my hole with two fingers, and then even managed to place a wet kiss on my ass lips. Damn, my hole wanted to get more and more, and both Joe and Mark were just the men to give me what I wanted. Picking me up, Joe carried me to his sling where he expertly restrained me. This was the same sling where I had my ass had received its first poz load from Mark. Now it was time to willingly take more of his highly toxic cum deep into my ass. I had been anticipating this second baptism the entire week, and damn, my hole was more than ready. Before this would happen, however, Mark ordered me to worship his poz seed, and I was to accomplish that through the respectful worship of his cock, which he facilitated by standing directly behind my head, and allowing me to lick his soft cock and balls, sporadically, however, withdrawing from my reach, teasing me, urging me to describe the desire I felt for his manly member. The courtly language of the past sprung to mind, and seemed to suit the occasion: “Your cock is the erotic gifter of the pleasures I seek,” and “Let your member speak to me, and return my lust,” and again, “Oh sir, fill me with your cock and leave with me your toxic poz seed.” Slowly, with the dignity the occasion merited, Mark's cock rose to its full dignity, which, of course, turned-on Joe, who all this time had been preparing my ass with a large dildo which he inserted into my body through the hole Mark had ripped in the seat of my jeans. My cock, meanwhile, strained against my jeans, leaking pre-cum in generous quantities, which soaked through the jeans, and led Mark to pull my jeans off, and, securing my cock by the base to discourage further erection, he snapped a leather cod piece on my cock. Both leather men continued to use my body, Mark, by fucking my face, and Joe by rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, teasing my hole with his juicy dock head. Man, I was so fuckin’ horny. Perhaps thinking of the film we had been watching, Joe then used a baster to squirt a generous quantity of cum into my ass, confirming my unspoken question, that yes, it was poz cum. Just to add to the experience, Mark then slid a frozen cum popsicle into my mouth, which, in softening, left me feeling totally immersed in toxic poz cum: toxic poz cum dripping into my hole, and no less erotic, toxic poz cum was melting in my mouth. “It’s now time for you to receive more of my highly toxic cum,” Mark intoned, and apparently having choreographed the move, Mark and Joe moved the portable sling over to the leather breeding table, and in a deft movement, Mark slid a chrome speculum into my hungry hole, which made it easy for him to squeeze the contents of a condom into my cavity. I was gratified when Mark casually remarked the poz seed he was now giving me was from Joe, and that it constituted no less than four loads. As the last drops of Joe’s load disappeared into my hole, Mark removed the speculum, and inserted his magnificent, toxic gifter cock. My cock throbbed under its leather cod piece, and my hole was on fire. Mark’s cock felt so good. My ass muscles tightened around his cock, welcoming it, pleading with it to plunge deeper, ever deeper. Mark, however, was not one to be hurried, and established his own pace in splitting me open. Slowly, gradually, Mark moved deeper, ignoring my pleas that he plunge in balls-deep. Joe, meanwhile, was not one to stand aside idly, but rather he stood over my head, and slid his cock into my mouth, face-fucking me as only a leather man can carry off, his cock head drooling generous quantities of poz cum in the process, which told me he was approaching his climax, as was Mark, who groaned he was about to blow his toxic poz load into my hole – poz seed for both my willing and desirous mouth and my no less willing and desirous ass. Just then, as I thought Joe was about to blow his load deep in my throat, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and managed to order to me extend my tongue, which I did just in time for him to blow his load on my lips, face, chin and tongue. Oh man, his hot poz cum on my tongue, and while I was tempted to immediately relish it, Joe forestalled by action by immediately licking-up the stray drops of cum, and sharing all of it with me in a deep, all-encompassing kiss, a kiss that surely pushed Mark over the top, and he announced as much by yelling “Receive my poz load!” as he blew another deadly load in my hole.

Chapter III. I excused myself to take a piss, knowing that Adam’s POZ cock was about to get much closer to my boy’s raw hole. I made my way to the door and looked back. Of course my boy’s head was turned to Adam, staring at his cockhead peeking out of his jeans. He never saw me open and close the door, then hide behind a stack of boxes. Within seconds, my boy spun around and dove onto that POZ cock. He tugged at Adam’s jeans, popping buttons all the way down, and freeing that big beautiful uncut dick. Adam’s cock was so long that it reach up to his navel before his jeans were unbuttoned, and now stuck out at least 10” from his body. My boy swallowed every inch down to the root. Adam still had has camera in hand and was clicking away. "Better pull off that thing," he smirked, adding "Spin back around so your man doesn’t see you in this position, at least not unless he wants to." He looked up and over towards the stack of boxes. I suspected he knew I was still in the room! I reached for the door and opened it just as my boy swung back around. Adam’s cock was still hanging out, dangling right over my boy’s hole. I approached slowly, transfixed, as I watched a pearl of precum slowly leak out of Adam’s POZ cock and drip ever-so-slowly down and land right on my boy’s asshole. I knelt in front of my boy as he slurped my dick down to the root. I leaned forward and spread my boy’s cheeks. Adam snapped away as I worked that pearl of POZ precum into my boy’s ass. I fingered his ass as my boy moaned on my dick. Adam’s oozing cock was inches away from my boy’s ass as I kneaded his cheeks and worked my fingers in and out, getting him prime, loose and ready to take this stud’s raw POZ cock. I was on the verge of blowing my load down my boy’s throat as I reached out and wrapped my hand around Adam’s manhood. Every moment was captured by the camera as I guided that raw toxic cock into my boy’s hole. Adam thrust slowly forward as his foreskin pulled back. Every inch disappearing into my boy’s ass was rewarded with moans of pleasure from the three of us, and clicks of the camera. My boy gagged on my dick and pulled off to catch his breath. He smiled up at me, ‘I’m finally doing it. Taking POZ cock raw!’ I smiled and nodded to him. Adam began rocking back and forth driving his cock deeper and deeper into my boy with each thrust. He pulled away from the camera and handed it to me, nodding as he did so. I couldn’t believe that I was allowing this to happen, encouraging it even. I took the camera and started shooting. I moved around the sofa as Adam began pile-driving my boy’s ass. Adam’s pace quickened as his breath got more shallow. I knew he was close, and I leaned in as he bottomed out inside my boy, firing off, shooting his toxic load deep into my boy’s gut. I could see his balls clenching again and again, breeding my boy. Adam slowly pulled out, leaving my boy’s ass wide open. I could see white globs of POZ cum start to ooze out. Adam smeared the seed onto his hand and then onto my dick, leading me forward. He took the camera and began shooting as I entered my boy’s slack cummy silky hole. I knew I was working that POZ seed deeper into my boy’s hole, and that sent me over the edge in mere moments. It felt like I came a gallon, relishing the feeling of Adam’s POZ cum slipping over my raw cock, flowing deeper and deeper into my boy’s ass. I caught my breath as I realized that the camera had stopped clicking and the sound had been replaced by clapping. My boy and I heaved as Danny and Sam approached, both naked and hard. Adam patted us both on the back as he leaned forward to kiss Danny and Sam. "You boys finished, or do you want to keep this party going?" My boy grinned and smiled at me as he said, ‘I knew their plan would work!’ Only then did I realize that they had planned the whole thing. Danny started to arrange me on my knees beside my boy, both of us leaning on the back of the sofa with our asses prone. Sam slid up behind me as Danny eased up behind my boy. ‘You fuckers ready to take some more POZ cock!?!’ My boy leaned over and kissed me hard as Danny and Sam fingered our holes. When we pulled apart, we both answered with a breathless ‘Fuck yeah!’