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It seems I’ve always been attracted to rough and wild men. It’s like the attraction between two magnets. I know if I were to take time to turn them around and really get to know them, I’d probably feel repulse and they’d certainly be repulsed by my ‘good boy’ persona. Just at first sight I can’t help myself. My erotic imagination goes into overdrive. As a kid I was adamantly opposed to smoking, but the Marlboro man on the cigarette adds was the hero of what I wanted to look like when I grew up. At a church teen retreat I met a ruggedly handsome, foul mouthed, teen who my heart melted for. I couldn’t get enough time with him. He had a tortured streak deep inside that sucked my desire in even deeper. He was his schools drug dealer, and even sold to his little brother. I couldn’t find it within myself to judge him. Nothing came of that silly teen romance, but I remember it as one of the formative experiences of my life. For the most part as a non-drinker I was never really that comfortable in gay bars, but I found myself going regularly to a seedy hotel that had a male stripper night. I was so jealous of the strippers’ gorgeous bodies and their confidence to take it all off in front of a crowd. And in Vancouver they took it all off, full frontal views of their usually huge, gorgeous erections. There was one man that was always there in the audience. Usually with a woman or two. He always seemed half drunk in that happy smiley loose limbed kind of way. He had that classic rugged handsomeness that always pulled me in. And the charismatic presence that I couldn’t help but feel jealous over. I found myself worshiping him from a distance. Even though he was with women I frequently saw him slip out for a smoke or slide into the bathroom with a guy or three. There was no doubt in my mind what was happening in those bathroom forays. On my fifth night seeing him I still couldn’t even muster the courage to say hi. Imagine my surprise when he crossed the crowed room and came directly to me. Without a word he grabbed me by the collar and towed me across the room almost pulling my shirt off. As we approached the bathroom he hissed at me; “I’m gonna breed your nerdy ass.” Before opening the door, he opened his shirt and there on his beautiful right chest was a biohazard tattoo. He barked, “Don’t look so shocked, I know ‘goodie two shoes boys’ like you really want my toxic sperm.” When the bathroom door opened out came a tall handsome tanned blond-haired Dane. Clearly, they were friends from way back from the passionate kiss that ensued. I was summarily pushed aside and as the two turned to go into the bathroom he asked me to ‘take care’ of his women friend until he got back. He read the look of disappointment on my face and said, “You know the rules, you know how it works, buy her a drink.” After he left, I considered trying to figure out these strange rules, but in the end I just walked away feeling dejected and used. I would see him every stripper night after that. I’d still feel attracted to his rugged handsome aura, but I managed to stay away. As magnetic as my attraction to him was, as much as I knew I wanted to ride his raw cock in a bathroom stall, I just wasn’t sure I wanted his ‘special sperm.’ And I was totally confused that I was even giving it any thought. Recently I was in hospital for a few weeks. I was headed outside to get some fresh air. This took me passed ‘Admitting’. There at the wicket were two prison security guards checking in a prisoner dressed in a bright orange jump suite and cheap runners. The sleaves were rolled up so I could see crude tattoos on his arms, hands and fingers. The same quality of bad tattoos also emerged up the side of his neck and behind his ear. He had a seven-day scraggly beard and although his hair was clean it was long and raged, His face was on the handsome side with a decidedly strong jaw. I altered my course to be sure to get a look at the front of him. I was not disappointed, as I expected, the front buttons of the jumper suite were open halfway to his navel, gaping and exposing his sinewy lightly haired chest. And you guessed it, two crude dagger tattoos came down pointing toward each other on his pecs. I went on about my day, but these images of him kept creeping back into my mind. I was enjoying the freedom to move about after a week and a half confined to bedrest. I was gone from my private room for a couple hours. When I returned, I was informed someone else needed that room more than me and they were ready to move me to a ward. I fully expected this would happen eventually with my lack of private insurance. Curiosity got the better of me and later that night I roamed past my previous private room. Sure enough, guarding the door were two prison guards. Sneaking a glimpse inside I could see the ruggedly handsome prisoner shackled to the bed. He was now shirtless, I presumed even naked under the light sheet, and watching TV. He caught me staring and returned a glare. I suspect he meant for this to scare me away, but it was like the power of the magnetic attraction was turned to electric. You know, those magnets they use in wrecking yards to pick up vehicles they are lifting into the crushing machines. I would find myself wandering by his room for glimpses four and five times a day. Then I met him being led down the hall. One of the guard’s was speaking. “Ten minutes of fresh air, and you can have a smoke, but that’s it. Any funny business and even this privilege will be whipped from you. Do you understand?” He grunted the affirmative. Excursions through the smoking area were added to my escapes from the monotony of my room. Many times, I found him there sullenly sucking away on his fag, looking dejected by one and all, especially his board and hostile looking guards. Then one evening after dark I noticed a guard smoking with him. They were actually talking, joking and laughing. The guard held out his pack to me and offered for me to join them. I demurred; “Sorry I don’t smoke those things.” Grabbing his own crotch the prisoner laughed blurting; “Maybe not those, but you would this.” The guard also laughed good naturedly and my gaydar went off for both of them. We chatted casually for a bit until the guard spoke up; “Sorry guys, but I’ve got to bring this smoke break to a close. My partner will begin to wonder. If you can suck him off real fast behind that garbage bin I’ll keep watch. Then I’ve got to get him back.” The prisoner pulled me behind the bin and pushed me to my knees. His slender seven-inch cock was down my throat in a flash. I sucked for all I was worth as his hands manipulated my head to give me the face fuck of my life. With no warning he was soon blasting, painting my tonsils with his cum. Eight powerful spasms and I swallowed every one. It was only when he pulled out of my mouth that I noticed even his dick was tattooed. It was crude and also just in black, but it was definitely a stinging scorpion.

The next time I found the same guard and the prisoner at the smoking area it was the next night, and it was after midnight. Even thought there was little chance of anyone coming around the guard waisted no time. He handcuffed the prisoner to the garbage bin where he had a free and unobstructed view of what the guard was about to do to me. “Drop those shorts and bend over here.” I didn’t ask any questions. I quickly did as instructed. The guards short, trimmed beard was scratching my ass cheeks as his tongue fucked my hole. Liberal amounts of spit were added and pushed in with his expert tongue action. Soon he stood and his raw thick short cock was lined up with my hole. I was tempted to mention a condom, but he was already inside me, and it felt amazing. “Yeah, raw fuck the nerd!” the prisoner goaded. The more he pistoned inside me the more I enjoyed it, and the more I was happy we were doing this raw. He pulled out and I turned to see him remove his shirt and drop his uniform pants and underwear to his ankles. He was a fine specimen of a 5’ 8’’ bear cub. I loved his hairy body especially when he was quickly back inside me and his hairy torso rubbed against my back. Freed of his clothes his pace picked up. I began to feel his sweat dripping onto my back and his breathing became ragged. He asked; “Fuck man, where do you want my load?” “Inside, breed me.” I was surprised to hear my response. “You better be on Prep!” he chocked out. “I’m not.” I confessed “Neither am I and I’ve taken a dozen toxic loads from this scorpion cocked prisoner over the last few weeks.” “If this guard breeds you, I breed you next!” the prisoner asserted. My brain was in panic mode. I couldn’t get any words out. “Fuck, Fuck, fuck take my load you fuckin nerd bitch. Yeah, breeding your unprotected ass. Fuuccckkkkk, feels amazing!” The prisoner had managed to all but slip out of his orange jump suite. It was bunched up by his cuffed wrist. His scorpion tattooed erection stood straight out from his tall lanky naked heavily tattooed body. “OK nerd, you heard the deal. You took the guards load, come here and get mine.” I don’t know what possessed me, but I stripped out of all my clothes and backed my cummy ass onto the prisoner’s scorpion cock. I bent over and took the guards slimy cock into my mouth to clean it off. The prisoner wasted no time in pounding me hard. All I could think in astonishment was I am loving getting fucked by this hard core rough and tumble prisoner. He’s going to breed my vulnerable ass with his toxic poison, and I’ve unknowingly been waiting my entire life for this moment. Soon he was panting; “Beg for it nerd slut, tell us what you need.” “Knock me up! Breed me. Cum in my ass … oh fuck yeah …. Just like that … oh fuck …. I need every drop.” He kept pounding the load in deep. When he finally pulled out, he reached in my ass and scratched me quite severely with his long finger nail. “Let’s make sure that takes.” I couldn’t wait for the next midnight to roll around. They were by the garbage bin smoking with a second tall handsome guard. The first guard stripped completely and leaned against to garbage bin. As the new guard ate out his co-workers ass I stripped naked. My cock was soon engulfed and covered with spit before being lined up with the bear cub’s hairy ass. My raw cock in his hot hole felt amazing. The second guard was soon eating out and tongue fucking my ass, so I held off starting the fuck. Soon the guard behind me stood and his mammoth erection was penetrating my vulnerable ass. I would later learn his was a full ten inches massive Cuban cigar thickness. The train fuck was now on. The harder the guard behind gave it to me, the harder the guard I was fucking got it. The Prisoner cursed and swore and cheered us all on. I was the first to blast inside the bear cub. My ass contractions brought the guard in me over the edge and my ass was being flooded. When he collected his breath and pulled out, I knew the drill. The prisoner had been handcuffed totally naked, so I was free to back onto his scorpion tattooed meat. I bent and the Cuban cigar dick was down my throat. When I had it clean, I noticed the high-quality biohazard tattoo on his left pelvis just above his immaculately trimmed pubic hair. Possibly my third toxic breeding, definitely my second. It never seemed to take him long for the prisoner to shoot his poison into my eager ass. Possibly four, definitely three. I felt I was now committed to my fate. Over the next few nights three more prison guards would pump their luscious man juices into my ass. Three hospital security guards had seen what was happening behind the garbage bin and pulled me into their supply closets to claim their fair share of my ass. I didn’t protest! By the time I was released from the hospital I had knowingly taken 10 highly toxic loads. My first morning back home the fuck flu hit like a ‘tanker’. I ended up back in hospital with dehydration. I don’t know why I confessed the entire story to my cute young social worker. I guess I got a perverse delight out of shocking him. He tried to play it cool, but it was obvious he was afraid I might try to sue the prison or the hospital. All I wanted was for the prisoner to get early parole. I had no idea what he was ‘in’ for, I didn’t care. I just hoped our paths would cross when he got out. I was ecstatic that such a rough and tumble bad boy had been the one to knock me up.

Thoroughly fucked for lunch I am slowly ramping up work again after the summer holidays so I have some free time on my home office days. Today was such a day and I woke up horny af so started trolling Grindr after my morning routine. Often nothing comes of it in the morning but today was different with lots of fuck possibilities. I decided to go with the 2 that could visit me at my place. First this guy that’s sort of Latino (partly) came over. He has a thick body so his dick was much bigger than his pics indicated (proportions!) and with his giant mushroom head I was soon in pig heaven as I came several times from the anal stimulation. He shot his load and went on his way after good 30 min. Turns out guy #2 was a bit early so he saw my first trick leave 😅😈 Guy #2 a total top. He talked about “fucking my pussy” so I replied with the same kind of language which he was really into. That fucker wore me out and fucked me for a good 45 min in all kinds of positions until he had a long shuddering orgasm as he pumped about 15-20 times into my hole as he collapsed on the bed. Now I’m in a teams meeting with cum leaking out of my buzzing hole. 🐽💦

Last night I went to club Orlando This place is very nice clean and well kept I rent a room and hot settled in I always lay on my stomach ass in the air and door open There is no doubt as to what I want. it was kind of slow I dozed off for a while Then I felt a hand rubbing my ass I turned around and saw this handsome young Hispanic guy He closed door and dropped towel and had one of the biggest dicks I have seen He started to rim me He then whispered to me in broken English I fuck you no condom He went right in and stated fucking me He railed me for like 10 min then he whispered I cum in your ass Then he did. He stayed on till he went soft Pullouout and whispered Later About 2 hours later he did come back and fucked me again

The whole story made me horny but this end sentence was the top of the cake. I wondered many times if some gayish guys on the other side of the monitor is were sucked or letting jizz leak out of their holes. In New York I fucked a guy whose ears were plugged in by a pair of airpods. I found it weird but who cares when you are pounding a bubble butt. After I had unloaded my cum in him, he explained that he was attending a teams work meeting. He switched off the camera and the mic of course. But it would have been more exciting if he had to make a comment while e.g., I was eating his ass. 😜😂😈

Nooooooo ...... DO continue - please ..... the mental image of Vance pulling his head out of that mass of congealed fat, complete with still-moving lips, summons forth a particularly disgusting mental image of two horrifically disgusting men, committed to sinking into the deepest well of human depravity imaginable. I wonder how much farther either of them can fall before they hit the bottom of the pit, but we'll find out in a couple of months, I guess. I think you could patent that mental image, if that were possible, and sell it as a weight-loss program .... you'd get rich quick !!!

As a bottom slut, i cant get enough of the tops that want me cummy fucked hole. those are the true pigs

Id been a hesitant, guilty feeling bb bottom countless times in my past. I would always slut out and feel terrible and hold off for months, always to slut out again. My attitude changed significantly, when in vegas on a trip I caught a variety of bugs, but would live with hiv and herpes forever. For months I went through doctors appointments, the fallout in my relationship, the difficulties resulting both health and home from that event. Despite how I got it I behaved myself entirely, no sex at all, for quite awhile. My medication has not been very successful, and with the pandemic my appointments were fewer and further between. My viral Load was still sky high, and I wasnt exactly feeling my best. But alone in my new apartment, with nothing but work to keep me busy, my sluttiness began to resurge. I saw that somehow, out of the blue, club orlando had reopened. Though apparently much of what I loved about the place was still closed, guys could meet and hook up there again. I said the same things to myself I always did, ill suck some cock so I dont feel so horny, and left right away. The hours were shorter so I got there much earlier than normal, and noticed a fair number of cars nearby. I paid for a room, having heard the darkrooms were closed, and went in. some guys were still in masks walking around, and the crowd was in general older than i was used to, but it was still surprisingly busy. I was rock hard when I got to my room, I sniffed some poppers and put down my towel, leaving my door open. Wanting to see where the action was, I left naked with nothing but a mask, feeling more confident after losing all the weight I have. just 2 doors down I saw a guy who reminded me of myself not long ago, mid 20s, chubby, and on all fours sucking a fat black cock. Ive been a total bottom forever, but my dick twitched, and I could feel drops of precum at its tip. id never been so hard in my life, and with 60 pds off my waist my cock felt bigger than ever. The man being sucked waved me in, and I put my hands on the bottoms ass. I felt his asshole, tight, dry, he hadnt been fucked yet. I reached for lube at the nearby table, and started working my fingers in the bottoms asshole, he hadnt even looked up from his work. I stroked my cock, it was practically drooling, id never felt this way before. I looked at the condoms on the stand nearby, and remembered I wasnt just some neg guy anymore. It didnt seem to matter, I felt myself climb on the bed behind this guy, and start rubbing my ill admit still fairly small cock against his now wet asshole. I realized I was essentially dripping poison onto his hole, and felt a wave of lust. The realization gripped me as I held my cock steady and plunged its drippy length into his tight asshole. I shoved it hard as far as I could into him, and with it buried deep in his ass I immediately started cumming. I emptied a massive nut into his asshole, shuddering and gasping as I filled him with my diseased cum. I staggered back and left the room, leaving them behind, and made my way back to my room. I grabbed some lube and began slathering my asshole madly, then immediatley bent over on the bed with my asshole up. less than a minute later, hands began slapping my asscheeks, and I hit my poppers as a complete stranger I could not see lined up his raw cock and slid nicely into my ass. I grunted in lust, and moaned and begged for him to cum in me. He was stubby and short, an old man, but he dumped his load into my ass fast, and I was so turned on it was difficult to think. I was rock hard again, like magic, and I motioned him to bend over. He had to be 60, with a saggy ass and bald head. He bent over and I grabbed him and shoved my cock into him in one hard thrust. I fucked him as hard as I could for a few minutes, though I was struggling to hold off. Id never once felt the urge to top, but I was loving it. Several bystanders were at the door, and I told them anyone who wanted my ass could have it. saying that to them sent me over the edge, and I blew a second load into the old mans asshole. One of the bystanders asked if I knew my status as he fingered my hole, and I said I was poz. The old man I just fucked looked upset, and asked me again. I said yea I figured we were swapping poz loads. He left visibly distressed, I remembered the feeling. The man whod asked first slipped behind me and slowly worked his dick into my ass. He was big, but I was ready, he whispered in my ear that he had more poz cum for me, and I felt my dick twitch yet again, despite its second load. I had 3 more quick fucks after, each less than a minute, as older gents took turns using my ass. I was fucked out, and the club would close soon, so I got back in the car, but my cock was still hard. I felt cum dripping out of my asshole, and hopped on grindr on the drive home. I saw a profile, 18, "never done this before" a guy who wanted a small cock top to take anal for the first time. My cock started to hurt from the swelling. we started chatting, and suddenyl I saw the question that would ruin everything "Are you poz?" on the screen. I knew the law, I knew the ethics, I knew the right thing to do. My cock twitched as I went to affirm, but it was like I didnt have control, I typed "No, tested and neg" which was followed immediately by his address. I got the directions to his apartment, and when he let me in I was shocked. He was tiny, maybe 5'6, no body or facial hair, looked fresh out of highschool. I towered over him, I felt powerful, and I felt my cock slowly leak into my pants. I remembered what had worked for me, and walked in without acknowledging his greeting, undoing my pants. He nervously asked if I wanted a drink, but I stripped and sat on the couch, stroking my cock. I motioned to the floor in front of me, and he seemed nervous. "Suck it" I said, putting force into my voice, and he slowly crawled down and put his lips over my hard cock. I stripped off his shorts and began to lick my fingers and open up his asshole. I forcefully shoved my cock into his throat as I leaned over him, hearing him gag and choke. I had him moaning and gagging with 3 fingers in his small ass and my poz cock slowly leaking its poison down his innocent throat. I pulled him up into my lap, he made some protestrations, told me he had condoms in the drawer, I just ignored him and helped him into my lap, kissing him when he woudlnt shut up. he wriggled in my lap, each time I lined up his hole with my cock hed panic and wiggle away a bit. I pulled away from the kiss and looked him in the eyes "Sit on my cock faggot" The words struck him, Id felt the power of them before. I kissed him deep, pinned his hips with my arms, and felt him really struggle. He tried to bat away my hands, wriggle his ass, use his knees to get away, but never broke the kiss. I was twice his size and before long he began to weaken and I forced his ass into place. I felt his mewls of pain as I trapped him and slid my raw dick into his virgin teen asshole. He was still trying to stop me, as I used all my strength to slowly bury myself to the hilt, and then back. his resistance gave way entirely, and within seconds he melted into my mouth and I was working his ass on my cock like a human fleshlight. "Dont cum in me" he murmered, and I assured him I wouldnt. soon he was riding me without my input, slowly working those hips back and forth while sucking on my kneck. I felt the need rise in my cock, and I pulled him and kissed him deep again. I picked him up and put him on his back on the couch, and began hammer fucking his asshole as hard as I could. he squealed and cried and moaned and I couldnt hold back. I flooded his tiny asshole with my poz cum, shoving it deep in and holding it to keep the poison deep. I left like the place was on fire, didnt even put on my shoes, leaving him gasping on the couch.

News outlets are reporting that Project 2025 will not be officially released until after the election because "it's time to fight for our country." Bullshit. It's because they know it negatively affects Trump's chances. How do you know when Trump is lying? His lips are moving. How do you know when JD Vance is lying? He has pulled his head out of Trump's ass - and his lips are moving. **rant over [think before following links] https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/project-2025-leader-postpones-launch-of-his-book-with-vance-foreword-until-after-the-election#:~:text=WASHINGTON (AP) — As Project,after the November presidential election. [think before following links] https://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/project-2025s-new-leader-kevin-roberts-postpones-book-112646446

I like all three, so I am not a fan of gangbangs where six of us are just standing around waiting until the first person finishes and then the next guy goes until he shoots, and so on. I want all the tops to fuck him a little in constant rotation. That way we can all feel his ass go from tight to loose to gape and from dry to wet to sloppy. In this scenario I will likely be the first or second to open him up and be the last to shoot so I can cum with all those other loads coating my cock (and beard...)

We are having a storm here in Myrtle Beach SC and last night I got on grindr to see if anyone was around. I saw a top about 5 miles away and looked nice for a older guy. I texted him to see what he was doing. I he said trying to get a storm party going. He asked if I wanted to come over for a some fun. I said yes and he sent he's address. I got cleaned out and hot to go. I got there texted him im here and ran to the house due to the heavy rain. I was soaked. He let me in and was told to strip and was handed a towel. I was brought to the bedroom. He had porn on a big tv playing and said get comfortable. He said I see that your profile has you like groups. I'm trying to get a couple of tops over. So I sat on the bed and he stood in front of me took the towel and dropped his shorts. Good looking guy great body 7ish cut cock. That got me to grab his cock and start sucking like there is no tomorrow. He got really hard and felt some precum. He pulled back and said let me see your ass. I flipped over fast and shot my ass up to feel him start eating my ass very well. Got the tongue in deep. I started to moan which got him hot . I was hearing the porn and got us both hot. I said let see how your cock feels inside and he reached for lube and was playing with my hole as he lubed my hole. Then felt his hard cock at my hole then pushed as it was slowly going in. I moaned loud as it slowly went in. He pushed hard as his cock was all the way in. He started to thrust slowly to a fast thrust. It felt so good I kept on moaning as it felt so good. He was pounding harder and harder as he pushed me down and laid on top of me as my face got pushed in a pillow. Pumping hard and I heard a big moan from him and felt his cock throbbing as he laid motionless on me for a little. He got off and laid next to me. I rolled over and sucked his cock clean. He was loving it as I sucked and grabbed his balls and sucked on them. He said your turn as he pushed me on my back and sucked my cock which was wet with precum from the pounding I was getting hard and about to pop and he must of felt it sucked harder till I exploded. We laid there for a while watching porn as he had his hand playing with my cock and balls. Then started to finger my wet hole as I spread my leggs more. Horny? He asked want to get fucked again? I said absolutely love to get another load. He said I have a neighbor that would. Got on the phone and called him. They talked a bit as he described me then they hung up and did a video chat as he moved the phone from my face to my cock told me to turn over to show my ass. I heard him say I'll be over in a minute. He hung up fast as we laided there watching porn. We heard the door open and closed and then his neighbor was standing by the door to the bedroom. He wasted no time and stripped down. He said flip him over I want that ass. So I got flipped and my ass was pulled to the end of the bed and in no time his cock was in. He pounded hard as fuck and I moved over to the hosts lap to suck him as I was getting fucked. So I sucked and was getting fucked at the same time! It was amazing and I even was getting hard as the fucking was going on. The host was getting hard as fuck as I was sucking. Then the neighbor blew a good load. He pulled out and the host got up and moved into position as his cock slid in and pumped frantically and he lasted about 2 minutes and he blew another load. I got pushed to my back and the host saw I had a hard on and sucked the hell out of my cock and i blew a load in his mouth. Good fun stormy night..

one of things I like best about your stories, catcher4you is that you call out the name of the dildo so I can lock then up and imagine how they would feel be used on guys in story and in my pussy! THANKS 🐷🦯😈🐷😈

I have a regular FB that has full blown AIDS. He recharged me when I was on a med break. We spent an entire day with him fucking me anytime he wanted. He pumped 7 loads of his extremely Toxic, high viral loads deep in my ass. He would fuck me hard and deep, deposit his load and as he pulled out he would shove a plug in my ass! When I left that night he told me as after pumping in his 7th load that I had to keep the plug in as long as I could stand it. I got home at 9 pm, the plug finally had to come out at 1 am. Nothing dropped out. 3.5 weeks later I had a case of the flu, albeit a mild one compared to when I was originally infected, but it still took me down for a couple of days.

This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.

Part 1 I was surfing BBRTS came upon a profile 53 White 6' 2'' 220-229 Lbs easy + sleazy Nice guy with a dark side looking for pervy playmates. POZ, detectable, not currently on meds. Anon quickies are awesome. True versatility is key for longer sessions. My cock got instantly hard as I had fantasies about pozzing for awhile. One of my fantasies was to watch a poz guy breed a neg ass. So I thought I would chat with him and see if he would be willing to allow me to watch him breed someone. So I emailed him: Subject: How Pervy? What are you kinks? And he responded Let's see...I like anonymous sex, public sex, gloryholes, bathhouses, love guys who cheat and get off on cheating, introducing guys to new things, love being poz and sharing it with guys who want it, and some other things. Not into scat, pets, tots, women. What about you? I responded One of my kinks is I want to see someone pozzed. Him: You should come over sometime. You're very close. (We showed as less than a mile away from each other.) Along with the message he sent me a picture of his cock. It was a nicely curved 7 1/2 cock with his balls shaved and wrapped with a red ball stretcher. (instantly my cock got hard and my mouth salivated as i thought of his cock inside of me.) Me: If I came over it would be me watching myself get pozzed with a cock like that. It would be so hard to resist! Him: That sounds like a good show to me! Me: I want to watch someone get pozzed and not get pozzed myself. Him : Ok, we do not have to fuck to have fun. So tell me some of your kinks. Me: Some of the other kinks you have are the same for me.. Outdoor sex, anom sex I have a semi secluded back yard and pool.. had a bit of fun with it. Him: Tell me what you have done in your backyard. Me: One of my kinks Love to give bjs in the pool. I have given many a blowjobs in the pool and I have even been fucked in the pool too. I love to have a guy sit on the edge of the pool as I hang in the water sucking on their cock. Him: So hot! I would love to get a blowjob like that. Would be fun to join you in your secluded space sometime. Love being outdoors. For a couple days we did not talk but the weather started to get warmer and I got abit hornier. I found myself looking at his cock pic over and over wondering how it would taste in my mouth. Knowing that it is safe to swallow POZ cum I decided to reach out to him to invite him over for some “pool time.”

As far as I can tell, this Project 25 is anticipating exactly that scenario. Apparently, there are already - today - quite a number of Trumpettes in place on the state and local level in a number of States. Mutterings about 'civil war', all of that should be taken as a clear and present danger, to resurrect a time-worn phrase. That said, I'm assuming the generals in the Pentagon are already planning for some degree of insurrection. The way I see it, if every kid that's ever been insulted in middle school can get one of these rapid-fire, hand-held machine guns, things could go south really quickly. That disaffected kid that almost shot off Big Mouth could get one, or grab his dad's unlocked-up gun. There are accounts of this kind of bullshit almost daily. Now, Travis Kelsey's girlfriend* has had to cancel 3 shows in Austria because of threats to blow stuff up during the concerts. These are dangerous times. *can't quite come up with her name - no insult intended, ya'all ...

Since this thread is resurfacing, how about something really simple? Just close your eyes, and mentally re-play one of your favorite porn vids .... easy as pie, and the guy doesn't even have to know either.

Fuckkkk yes that is some great writing and hot as hell. Makes me want to be taking bare poz dick in my neg hole right now

At a local park in the bathroom stall. The thickest BBC I've ever had! He plugged my throat good!

I'm with FelchingPisser .... The more loads up the bottom's Hole, the better it looks, the better it smells, the better it tastes. I don't need a tight a Hole ... I'd much rather be the 12th guy than the 1st. Add in some felching and some snowballing, and that's a recipe for a perfect night of debauchery. Leaving an orgy with drained balls, face smeared with felched loads, Cock wet with other guy's loads, is the perfect way to wrap up a night in the pigpen with our brothers. (Someone needs to tell the spelling program we're using here, that felching is an actual word, and it's being spelled perfectly) .

Billy Bean, a former MLB player for the Detroit Tigers, Los Angeles Dodgers, and San Diego Padres, who after coming out served as MLB's "ambassador for inclusion" and later Senior Vice President of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion, died Tuesday of acute myeloid leukemia. He was 60. Bean was only the second major league player to come out of the closet. He came out publicly in 1999 in an interview with the Miami Herald, and later wrote a memoir, Going the Other Way, in collaboration with journalist Chris Bull.

App providers can't offer asylum. They can't offer police/security protection. They ARE providing awareness about risk reduction, by making it harder for bad actors to figure out they're gay by using geolocation to target them. For fuck's sake, they KNOW it's not safe to be gay - they already LIVE that back home. The idea that we should present a false idea that hey, it's completely safe to use geolocation even though the secret police are probably using it to see how many users it can identify in the dorm housing their athletes, because getting you laid is a lot more important than ACTUALLY keeping you safe, is just stupidity. Sheer stupidity.

The people it's meant to reach got it.

I did my monthly cum dump stay in the city last week. I was there for work and had a 4 day weekend so I knew I would have fun. One of my regular guys has to sneak away from his wife so he never have much time for more than a dump and go but he has always been really curious to try more. His wife just happened to be out of town so he offered to get 2 rooms if I would let him come play between guys. I thought that sounded great so I agreed. He said he wanted to be the first and last fuck of the weekend. He really got off on fucking me first with no lube and then coming in my room after every anon guy and fucking my hole for a few strokes to see how sloppy it was getting. I got off on how he inspected my hole and then made me clean his cock. We played a bunch but he wanted to be edged a lot so I only got a few of his loads. Friday after was pretty slow so I asked if he wanted to toy and fist me for a bit. He had never fisted anyone but really got into it. It turned in to a pretty rough fisting session and I really got off hearing guys comment on my hole. We did a lot of fisting the next 2 days and I got enough loads and was loose enough they were just running out. It was awesome. Most guys loved the loose hole.

Indeed @tallslenderguy In reviewing a well done CNN series on 1968; that was a form of a civil war I think; and I believe we'll AT LEAST see that this Fall. @hntnhole the operation of our government will dramatically change. A full on civil war might ensue. The Orange One is going to claim he won regardless of the facts; and how his people act might make Jan 6 look rather tame being in just one location. I think we need to be prepared for some difficult times.

As a bottom, I just want to enjoy some horny men. 😋

i don't think Trump has ever used or relied on substance to get a following. He uses short trigger phrases that appeal to his followers and sort of unites them: "immigrants are bad," "Joe is bad," "Kamala is crazy," etc., ad nauseam. He hasn't come up with any phrases that appeal to his followers with these new people, but i don't think he's never relied on evidence or substance, he just makes stuff up on the fly. He's on unfamiliar turf now and at a loss for three letter phrases.

Chapter 9 i had waited a week, my mind stewing. Rather than go and see my family doc I made an appointment at the sexual health clinic. I was told to fill in the forms prior to going in. Under the risk category I ticked the box ‘men who have sex with men’ . Was I finally halfway to admitting what my true sexuality was? ‘hi I’m Archie’ the medic introduced himself. ‘So explain the issue Neil, I’m here to help not judge’ ‘I think I may have hiv’ I blurted. ‘I’ve started having sex with guys and I was Ill a week or so ago’ ’ok , so did you wear a condom or was the guy fucking you?’ Archie continued. ’er it was different guys and it was all bare, I kinda preferred that’ I responded feeling a bit more relaxed now it was out in the open. ‘ I know what you mean’ Archie continued’ im gay and I’m bareback only! Oh and I’m poz as well so don’t worry I know what you’re going through’ Archie took my blood for the tests and I sat outside waiting to be called back in. ‘we’ll Neil, I have the results. I won’t beat around the bush, yes you are hiv positive.’ The words hit me like a hammer. What would I tell Jess. I could hide it but my thoughts immediately went to cock. I couldn’t help it. Archie was continuing to tell me things but his voice was a blur. What could I do. I had a feeling my choices were being made for me. ‘So do you want meds immediately, or wait and come back in a couple of months when you have processed things?’ ‘Er wait’ I think I mumbled. ‘it’s a lot to process Neil, but one thing I can advise is to enjoy your new status. Don’t deny who you are, you love cock, and guys , just enjoy going bare now you know who you are’ Archie’s words washed over me. I did know who I was. I also knew deep down that I just wanted men now, I looked around me as I walked from the clinic. I was noticing the guys not the girls. My mind was set. I needed to tell Jess. I got home and the house was dark. I walked in and Jess was sitting alone with my iPad. She was upset. ‘When we’re you going to tell me? ‘ she said ‘tell you what?’ I stammered. ‘That you’re gay? I’ve looked at your history. It’s all guys, it’s all cock, lots of it. Not a girl to be seen. I thought the piercings were odd’ it was now or never’ sorry. Yes I’ve been fighting it for a while. Yes I am gay. Sorry’ I mumbled. ‘I’ll leave’ I turned and left. I rang my sister for somewhere to stay. She took me in. It also involved coming out to her too which she found amusing. ‘So my big bro likes cock then! We will have to compare notes. ‘ it broke the tension, but immediately I felt better. It was a weight off my mind. The following day my sister called Jess to go and collect my things. I wandered round town to kill time. Again I wandered into the gay village and past the tattoo parlour. I peered in . Lana was there again. I entered. I’ve come to finish that tattoo. ‘Ok come through’ she waved me through the back. ‘What are you having?’ ‘ I want that bio hazard finishing’ I said ‘you’re right I’m poz’ I continued’ and I’ve split with my girlfriend and come out, so you can now do that apple in pride colours’ ’im never wrong with things like that, I knew you were a cocksucker the moment I saw you.’ She added’ I think you should also have another piercing, leave it to me, trust me’ i left an hour later with my new tattoos and a PA. I was feeling a new person , the real me. I got back to my sisters and she had returned with my stuff. ‘ Jess was really unwell’ she said. ‘She thinks she’s picked up that bug you had the other week’ my cock became hard just thinking about it. That sex we had after I had seroconverting, I must have pozzed Jess. I couldn’t tell her, if she asked I would blame it on her holiday tattooist. But the thought that I had pozzed her made me horny. Time to go to the sauna again , I thought, and now breed some more neg guys! My new sleazy life was about to start!

Chapter 8 I had gone to bed, and although i was awake when Jess got in i pretended to be asleep. It was an odd feeling i just didnt want sex with her and so i feigned sleep. I was still imagining cock. However the next morning when i awoke i didnt feel great. My throat was burning and my head was pounding. I didnt think that i had drunk particularly that much but i felt awful . I took painkillers and received little sympathy from Jess. ‘you will drink loads when you're out with your mates’ was all the response i got. I spent most of the day in bed but couldn't get warm. The painkillers hadn't touched anything and my throat was still sore the following day . After a second day in bed I got some sympathy from Jess. ‘ You must have picked up a bug or something whilst I was away , its obviously not a hangover now’ she said. I was just tired and rang in sick to work. After four days I started picking up and gradually feeling a little better. Jess managed to have sex with me once but all i could think of was the guys in the sauna. ‘There that will get you feeling better’ she said as i lay there exhausted. I still wasn't 100% and my glands felt swollen. I made a note to go to the docs as soon as i felt a little better. But then it occurred to me that if i was getting better there was no need to go. Over the next few days i got to my feet and felt much improved. I had taken the week off work and it was Friday afternoon. I would be ok to go into work the next week but i was feeling well enough to wander into town just for some outside life whilst Jess was at work. I found myself wandering near the gay village , just on the outskirts. I wasnt going to venture in but carried on walking. By chance my route took me past the tattoo parlour where i had my snake tattoo done. I peered in and saw Lana. She waved me in and i entered. ‘ Come for some more work? I know its addictive once you start’ she said. ‘No I was just passing as i was just in town. I've not been great this last week, i thought i had a bad hangover at first but I think it was a bug or something, not sure. I seem ok now though’ Lara smiled. She asked what my symptoms had been . ‘Yeah theres a bit of that about. I know the exact tattoo for you, come on im free now , ill show you. Come in the back, you dont have to have anything done if you dont want’ . I had nothing else planned. ‘Sit down in my chair’ Lana commanded. ‘Look Ill do the outline for free, then if you want it coloured come back and i’ll charge half price. Well?’ ‘Where?’ Was all i could ask.’ ‘Ill do something in the apple in the snakes mouth’she said referring to my existing tattoo. The one she had joked i would get in the pride colours. At least that subject had gone. ‘ trust me, my last tattoo was good wasnt it?’ ‘Ok’ Lana got to work , and it wasnt long before she had done the outline. It was an odd choice i thought ‘its symbolic’ she said. ‘ A lot of gay men have them. ‘ ’but im not gay’ I muttered. ‘You can carry on fooling yourself and suck cock in pub toilets, and let random guys fuck you and breed you like a bitch, or you can own it’ Lana said ‘ proper fags own it’ I think you will too sooner or later. Look do u like sucking cock ? ‘ i nodded ‘thought so.and you like being fucked?’ I nodded again. ‘And you think of cock all day ‘ ‘yes ‘ I whispered. ‘Sounds pretty fucking gay to me’ Lana added. ‘Back to the tattoo then. The good thing is that you have taken the first step in becomming a fag. This tattoo. Its a bio hazard tattoo. All piggy bottoms get them and dom girls get them too - see i have one’ she pulled down her leggings showing the cheek of her ass and I saw a small biohazard tattoo as she called it on her ass cheek. ‘ you can colour it in but you should know its significance. Im guessing from what you said that you have seroconverted. I would make an appointment with your doctor . Youre hiv positive like all of us here - and like all of Brad’s pupils. Youre now one of us. And no self respecting goody two shoes girl is going to want a poz fag fucking her and breeding her. So embrace it!’ The words hit me like a hammer. ‘Hiv positive?’ I mumbled. ‘Yes its the first step to becoming your true self’ Lana responded. ‘ but no one was ill, they would have said i’m sure’ I stammered. ‘ no one is usually these days. Its taken as read if you bareback you either have it, want it or dont care.anyways you will get it. Like you have. Looks like your choice is made. come back when you want it finishing’ I hurried out of the studio. My mind was whirling. What would Jess say. Where was my life heading ? One thing was certain, it was changing. I had to see my doc, this could all be a bad dream . to be continued……..

If the rest of the person (their face, their body, their brain, their hair, their ears...) is important to your attraction, IMO that's completely normal. Attraction is in the brain, and everyone has their own likes and dislikes that go way beyond just a penis. That probably isn't going to change much. If you want to be sluttier, you have two options: 1. Find more men that meet your idea of what's attractive. This can be tough, but moving to a big city could be helpful, or moving to a place where the proportion of men you find attractive is higher (like, if you find asian men attractive, moving to Asia, or to the west coast of the US, would work). 2. Learn how to enjoy sex even if the guy is not all that attractive to you. This is something you do by practicing. Try it out and instead of focusing on the fact that he's not all that attractive, focus on what is enjoyable and sexy about the experience. Maybe his responses to what you are doing. Maybe his voice (which you didn't think about before). There are many possibilities. Learning this is also likely to make you a much better lover, which has its own benefits (repeat encounters!)

Woke up feeling extremely horny on Sunday morning, definitely needing to get some cock. Decided I was going to head into the boiler house sauna in Dublin so cleaned out, showered and headed into town. Arrived at the sauna around 12:30, paid the entrance fee and headed inside, changed in the locker room and headed upstairs. There were a nice number and type of guys already walking about including a few hot daddy types that I definitely liked the look of. I grabbed a quick shower to make sure I was as fresh as possible lubed up my ass and headed into the steam room. I’d never seen it so busy there was at least 10 guys in there. I had my towel over my shoulder as I leaned against the wall eyes closed taking in the heat. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand start to play with my cock. Soon the hand had reached behind and started to finger my ass. A bottle of poppers was held to my nose, I inhaled deep in both nostrils and let the rush wash over me. The 1 finger was replaced with 2 then 3 fingers and I was given the bottle again this time inhaling deep about 3 or 4 times. I was putty in the guys hands as he pushed me forward and bent me over the bench in the steam room the fingers were taken out and my hole felt so empty. I needed something more. I didn’t need to wait long as soon I felt a cock teasing my hole. Normally at this point in a sauna I reach for the condoms as I generally play safe in a sauna type setting but today the thought never entered my head. I was horny, high from the poppers and totally lost in the attention my hole was now receiving. The teasing went on for another bit as I took more hits of poppers, as the rush hit I pushed back onto his bare cock taking him deep inside. He started to fuck me firmly and steadily and as he did a cock was presented to my mouth which I proceeded to greedily devour. I was lost in a cock-bliss but still aware of the audience. The guy fucking me gradually increased his pace and after a few frenzied seconds of slamming my ass he moaned loudly and came hard pumping a load inside me. I continued to suck the cock in my mouth and soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of tasty cum which I happily swallowed. The guy pulled his cock from my ass and leaned over, whispered in my ear enjoy my babies slut, he turned and left the steam room. Instantly I wondered does that mean what I think it does - did I just take a poz load. I didn’t have time to dwell on it as no sooner had he gone that another replaced it. I hadn’t planned on taking loads and certainly not multiple loads but I couldn’t help myself, another few hits from the popper bottle under my nose and I was lost in a world of pleasure. In the end I swallowed 3 loads and took at least three in my ass and had a couple more shot on my back, maybe they were pox loads, maybe they weren’t but fuck I loved being the centre of attention. After I got home that evening I did freak out a little but soon after resigned myself to what will he will be. My next test results will let me know.

I was bored. I had had a row with my girlfriend and she hadnt called in 3 days. To make matters worse she was going on a week’s holiday tomorrow with her girlfriends. That meant it would be nearly two weeks before I would fuck again. I was already feeling a bit horny. The row was about something stupid. She knew about my small fetish for watching blow job porn with the guy cumming over the girls face. What she didn’t know was that sometimes I wished I was the girl not the guy. That had been increasing over the last few months though and she had found a couple of porn clips of guys sucking cock in my internet history. I blagged that it was accidental and it had just apppeared on my screen after a straight blow job clip but she wasn’t having any of it, hence the row. ‘ ’I’ll just leave you to your faggot porn then!’ She had shouted as she slammed the door. I knew she would come back but thought it would be before now. However , I was feeling horny. I google searched a chat line as I was playing gently with my cock, and watching the cocksucking porn I had on. I decided to try a gay line, I hadn’t done it before and it was anonymous so who would know? I recorded a brief ‘about me’ message saying I was inexperienced, hoping a daddy type might take interest. After two or three flaky messages that I didn’t return, I heard a deeper voiced ad, that got me going. ‘Daddy here , experienced, looking to teach and pass on his experience to newbies’ He sounded hot. I left a message explaining this was only the third or fourth time I had been on the line and was looking to learn. I didn’t want to sound a complete novice. I had no intention to meet him, it was anonymous wank porn after all. He replied to my message, ‘im happy to teach willing learners who are open minded. Where are you based boy?’ I responded truthfully, his voice just sounded as though I had to tell him everything. ‘ That’s the next town to me, I’m only six miles away ‘ he replied. ‘So do you like sucking cock boy?’ He asked ’Yes ‘ I replied ‘ and swallowing cum’ . Why did I add that ? I wondered. It was probably something to do with the porn I was watching, the girl was taking a good face fucking and getting a mouthful of the guys cum as well. My cock was hard as I was stroking it. My sensible reasoning brain was gone, replaced by horny cock brain. ‘Good boy! ‘ came the reply ‘have you a pen? Take down this number and come off the line. Send me a text. And don’t cum before you do’ . I hung up and scribbled down the number, he could tell I was wanking then. I was horny. Another girl was sucking cock on the iPad I front of me. Without stopping to think I just sent a quick text saying ‘hi’ , then returned to watching the blowjob, stroking my cock slowly. I didn’t want to cum too soon. My phone rang, breaking my concentration on the screen. ‘Hello’ I answered, without concentrating. ‘Hello Neil, this is Brad, we were just speaking on the line’ . I recognised the deep voice. ‘Oh, hi ‘ was all I could stammer. ‘it’s ok, I’m guessing you’re playing with your boner then , Neil? Are you? ‘ ’erm yes’ I stuttered. ‘That’s ok, but I have an idea! Why don’t you come round here, and let me help you with that, I’m sure you’ll like it, and I can start your lessons if you like? You will be able to suck my cock and swallow my cum just like you really want?’ His location pinged on my phone with the address. ‘See you in 20 mins, don’t be late’ and he hung up. Fuck I thought! I was still horny, I hadn’t cum. Should I go or just shoot my load now and forget it. He seemed a decent guy and I had always wanted to try sucking cock. Just as a one off to scratch the itch. I was straight after all, with a girlfriend.He didn’t sound creepy, ‘fuck it’ I thought. I have his address so if he tries weird shit I know where he lived. That meant he was genuine to my horny cock brain. I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my boner away, slipped on my trainers and grabbed my keys. ‘On my way’ I texted as I started the car. I wondered what lay in store as I followed the sat an. At least I would get to finally suck cock …. Though I remembered I did say I swallowed. The thought got me hard again as. I turned into Brad’s Avenue. to be continued ………

Vrry hot. Look forward to reading more if you decide to continue

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It may have changed quite a bit since I last gave a toss about Grindr, but from what I remember, Grindr didn’t even care one iota about gay culture, safety, human rights….Maybe someone can update me on any changes? Boit man is correct. App providers aren’t offering asylum nor can they. It’s ridiculous to think that they are the answer when their business model isn’t about making gay people safe. It’s about making money through advertising. Why should we expect anything to be other than business as usual?

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I've seen some really dumb takes on things this week but this - so far - takes the cake. 1. The west is still much safer a place to be, overall, than virtually any country in the Middle East. 2. The fact that the west is till not perfect - and moreover, is going to have lots of morality police types from "back home" trying to catch these athletes in compromised situations - means that, contrary to your bleating, Grindr is proactively taking steps to make it HARDER for the morality police to target their countrymen while in a foreign country. Whereas in many of those countries, the Secret Police would RELY on those geolocation features to pinpoint where gay men are so they can arrest, torture, and kill them. Maybe I'm naive but I think when presented with the choice of an app that isn't fully featured but which is making proactive steps to protect these foreign athletes from danger back home, vs. an app that exposes their location to a level that could easily be used to target them, most would choose the former.

Thanks for your reply. We may have to agree to disagree on that one though @brnbk. Disclosing someone's specific location does nothing to protect a customer. Beyond that; hell yeah I think sites catering to us gay folk need to promote our diverse interests. In my experience gay bars are more often than not in the less desirable areas of their communities. And so being aware of what is around us is an essential part of being there. But if I am a participant at an event like the Olympics, I for one would shut off location features on my own phone first and most likely would not use Grindr but take advantage of the high density healthy co-attendees in person at watering holes and eating places (and I imagine spontaneously created cruising places).

If the Dems manage to blow it this time, it'll be the end of the US Government as we currently know it. Even if a general war manages to break out in the Middle East (which usually encourages the voting citizenry to 'circle the wagons" and support the current Administration), for which possibility there are US Navy ships on the way, loaded with fighter jets, gawd knows what else, as well as US troops, ostensibly to support all the US troops already in the general area. I've liked Walz since "the search" began a while ago, and I appreciate that choice. It wouldn't surprise me if it turned out that Shapiro and Harris came to some sort of agreement about the election cycle after her two terms as President are completed, 8 years from this November. He needs to be in situ in PA, which state is crucial to a Harris victory. His "warm-up" speech last night was the first time I've heard Shapiro in a complete speech-ette, and it was one damn fine barn-burner. I also find it surprising that the orange-utang's stumbling replies to the Walz announcement are so weak, so "scatter-shot" in nature. I thought that even he could offer at least some measure of a cogent response. He's such a damn coward, and a truly stupid one. It's a damn waste of perfectly good Big Macs that he bothers to feed himself.

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I just think geo locators, on any site, are problematic. I have posted on this subject previously that people have identified where I lived and knocked on my door, or worse yet, my neighbor's door. I don't use geo locators for that reason. When it comes to the Olympics, I can see just how this could be an issue. What if an athlete is not out to his team mates, or does not want it to be known that he is looking for sex. I know they are giving out condoms and that sex is not banned in the Olympic village, yet athletes who are adults are not allowed to consume alcohol. I can't imagine a country or an individual, who just won a medal, would not want to have a celebratory beer, glass of win or champagne. I have read that Team USA is being held to a "dry" criteria through the length of the Olympics. So a 30 year old guy can't have a beer after he won a medal? That strikes me as a bit controlling. But when it comes to the geo locator for Grindr at the Olympics, I agree that it does protect athletes. They are not banning the app, just that one part of it. I think that is the right move.

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I don't know if these stories _have_ to be fiction, but this is mostly true, even the dialog, which I've played over in my head countless times reliving the experience while jacking off. I've compressed some of the time to make it one story, some of these events didn't happen the same night but over many weeks and even months, but they did all occur, and more, but here is the main gist of what actually occurred the summer my best friend and I were 18 going on 19, both gay and naive and inexperienced, but ready and willing and driven mad by hormones to start our sex lives as young gay bottomboys. The summer after highschool my friend Laney and I were determined to get some adult male cock. We had been making out and sucking each other off all our senior year, and Laney had even fucked me a few times, but he had a thin, 6 inch teen boycock. He had been broken in by an uncle with a big cock and he kept regaling me with stories about how good a big, hard hairy mancock felt in his boypussy and I was determined to get fucked by a tattooed muscle-daddy. We had been checking online for months and knew a park in near the University where gays hung out and sometimes fucked in public or in the restrooms. We knew enough that risky behaviour like that could land you in jail with a record as a sex offender, so we weren't stupid enough to fuck in public, but we did hope to meet some horny big-cocked studs who would take us to their place and break both of us in. After some dead-ends with either fugly old trolls or fat, over-skinny or rotten-toothed park fags, we were pretty hopeless. Then we saw a notice for a hook-up party open house near the park that Friday. We didn't have an invite and we looked underage, so we knew we couldn't get in, but we hoped to hang out nearby and see what happened. Sure enough, standing outside the 10 foot high wrought iron fence watching hot daddies going in wearing bondage and leather gear we got plenty of lustful looks and lewd comments, but no outright invitation. Two heavily muscled and tattooed daddies with shaved heads but wearing casual clothes walked by, obviously a couple and not looking like they were going in. Still, the older one, probably in his 50s and with a greying goatee, stopped and challenged us. "What the fuck are you two twinks waiting for here?" Laney and I looked at each other, surprised. We had hoped for some action, but we were a little taken aback at being scolded. "We were trying to get invited to the party," I stammered lamely. "Trying to get invited in huh? And what do you think goes on in there?," asked the younger one, apparently in his late 40's, very good looking, with broad shoulders, a tapering waist and a muscular, tight ass behind a large, swollen package in his tight skinny jeans. "We wanted to hook-up," said Laney shyly. "Hook up huh?," said the older one. "And what exactly do you mean by 'hooking up'?" Laney and I looked at each other and smirked. "You know," I said "we are looking for some action." "You're a couple of young fags looking for some sex, basically" said the older one. The younger one laughed. "They might get more than they bargained for, Rane." "Do you really know what goes on at a hard-core party like that? You really think you're ready for something like that?" said the one named Rane. "We've been around, we know what's up," said Laney. "Walk with us, youngins," said Rane. "This is Michael and I'm Rane. You look like nice kids, but you have no idea. Let's go get a drink let us at least clue you in for what you are in for." "Are you old enough to drink, at least?" asked Michael. "Um, we're both 21," I lied. "Yeah right. Ok, how about we go to our apartment. We can get high there, anyway. I know you two hoodlums smoke pot," said Rane, putting a big arm around my neck kiddingly and dragging me down the sidewalk while Michael laughed and Laney followed nervously. When we got to their apartment Micheal, who said to call him 'Mike', rolled a fat one, broke out some cold ones and put on some Jethro Tull while Rane hit the can and changed into some shorts and a chopped off t-shirt and kicked off his shoes. "Get comfortable kiddos," said Rane, so we kicked off our shoes, unbuttoned our tight jeans and laid back watching wide-eyed at the hard-core gay bondage porn playing without sound on the wide-screen while we smoked the excellent ganja and inwardly drooled at these two hot hunks. We were still a little stunned and neither of us knew what to expect. "Ok twinks, first off, what do you mean when you say 'hook-up' with some horny, pervy stranger at a bondage party?" started Rane without preamble. Laney and I looked at each other, but feeling a little more at ease and bold with drink and pot, I blurted out "I'd drop to my knees, get his cock out and give him a killer blow-job!" Mike and Rane looked pained. "Well, no romance with the younger generation, just start right in grabbing his cock and slobbering on it. You ever heard of foreplay? Getting to know someone?" said Rane. "Not that they'd be doing any of that with that crowd," said Mike. "You know what would happen if you _did_ get inside? Those guys play rough. You'd probably get hustled into a back room, all your clothes would be off before you knew where you were, you'd be ass-up naked with a cock in your mouth and a bare-back cock up your ass in the first 10 minutes. Then, after you took a few loads, they'd pressure you into getting strapped into sling and you'd end up taking at least a dozen loads from anonymous guys while you were so fucked up on 'Tina you wouldn't feel the pain in your torn up, bleeding, unlubed ass." "Big guys, bikers, convicts, gang-banging black guys with thick, 10 inch cocks who don't take their time stretching your ass. If you aren't open enough for them to force their cock in, they use their fingers, one, three, four until you are opened up enough to jam their half-hard cock in, then they ream you for 10 minutes until they cum inside you, then the next guy takes over while you suck the ass and cum of the first guy's cock." said Rane harshly. "You'd get fucked so hard and so fast the friction would burn the little bit of lube from their cum and you're ass would be wrecked. After about the tenth guy you might probably be ruptured and would most likely need to go to the hospital the next day when you woke up, naked, sticky with cum and piss and a crystal meth hangover and maybe a prolapsed rectum." "That, and you'd probably be bruised all over, have black eyes, scraped knees and a dose of the clap, venereal warts, crabs and lice from the homeless guys who'd get you last." continued Mike. "And," finished Rane "with your ass fucked bloody and raw, you'd most likely be infected with HIV. If not then, in the next few days as they kept you trapped in the house, fucked up on drugs, selling your ass or giving it away to whoever wanted it, until they were tired of you and pushed you into the alley. You might even end up dead so you wouldn't go to the police and cry rape." "That's what happens to teenybopper wannabes who try to crash a hard-core gay skinhead bondage party. Not as sexy and fun as you imagined it jacking off last night, right?" said Rane. Laney and I looked at each other sheepishly. "Well what the fuck are we supposed to do? I admit, I don't know shit about coming on an older guy and who to trust and all that crap," I bitched, embarassed and feeling stupid. "We have played around together, but we are both attracted to older guys and we wanted to hook up." "What exactly do you mean by 'hooking up?'" said Rane again. "What are you going to do when you get alone with a guy, just go straight for his cock? You ever heard of getting to know someone? How about a little preliminary 'getting to know ya' casual fun?" "Well, like what?" I asked, not expecting it when Rane took me into his arms and pulled me close, looking into his eyes while he talked low and husky, obviously aroused. "You ever make out with an man?" he asked as he cupped my cheek with his strong hand and pulled my lips into his mouth, sucking my lips and nibbling my mouth before strongly invading my mouth with his insistent tongue. His mouth was very wet and I just melted as he drooled and fucked my mouth with his tongue. I kept my mouth tight around his tongue and just held onto his neck while he groped my body, rubbing my tummy under my shirt, going up for my nipple with his right hand while snaking the other down the back of my pants, pushing them down so he could squeeze my cheeks. He stood up with me, pushing my pants (I wore no underwear) down and I stepped out. He pushed hard on both sides of my cheeks near my asshole, rubbing all the way to the bone. It had the strange effect of relaxing my asshole and I felt empty and ready to be mounted. We had only been kissing for about five minutes! He broke off and started sucking my neck hard, giving me a sucker mark, then going for my nipple and biting and nipping it. I looked over to see Laney on his back on the couch, Mike with his cock out dry- fucking between Laney's thighs while they kissed deeply, moaning while they felt each other up. Obviously they were getting along fine. "Let's move this into the bedroom where we can get more comfortable," said Rane. (to be continued...)

If I am topping a man, he does not get to say "Don't cum in my ass". As we are getting naked, I ask him if he wants my highly charged load. If he says yes, we continue, and I ask him if he wants my highly charged again, with the head of my dick at his hole. After I have my dick inside him for about 2 minutes, I ask him one more time if he wants my highly charged load. If he says no any time, I stop and get dressed. Of the nearly 300 men I have asked this series of questions to, none have ever declined the first or second asking. There have been 6 who decided on the third asking to decline. All 6 came back for another round and none declined the third asking a second time. 296 conversions and counting...

Part 6; My rugby stud replied ... 'Yes Doctor, where is that CUM from?' 'Well, I have worked in this wing for several years, and I frequently get my AIDS patients to cum in a plastic cup, which I add to a large sealed tub with filthy loads already collected that I keep in my own special freezer in the lab'. 'OMG Yeeeees' With that my son automatically put his hands behind his knees and pulled them as to further spread his already spread legs and gaping cunt. Our Doctor summoned me to come and watch what he was doing. He began to depress the plunger, and I could see the deadly seed from unknown toxic donors filling my sons gaping cunt. About half way through he slowly released the speculum taking it out, also removing the now half full syringe at the same time. Suddenly, and without any warning, he plunged his fist just past his wrist and steadily got to work to now open my little rugby stud wide open, as he ground in the copious amounts of nasty AIDS cum! He motioned me to the roll of Bio-Hazard stickers, and got me to put another one on, this time on my sons left pec. 'A matching pair. The second sticker represents the Syphilis we also detected'. With that my son threw his head back, arched his back, and moaned in ecstasy. Still naked I sat back down in my wheelchair, and just watched the Doctor totally wreck my sons cunt over the next hour or so. During this time he also unloaded the remaining nasty virulent unknown toxic cum from the syringe and worked it deeper and deeper into the willing and inflamed cunt flesh, as he contorted his face in evil lusting demonic expressions. 'Ohhh YES, you are one fucking nasty poz cump dump, aren't you boy' 'Yes Sir' 'I bet you'll be wanting a blood slam from your Daddy next' 'Oh FUUUCK YEEEEEES ... I'd LOVE that' 'You really are a fucking sick nasty fuck-pig, you know that!?' 'Yes Sir, I do' He got a syringe, opened up my cannula port, took some blood, walked over to my son, opened up his cannula port, attached the syringe, and summoned me over. He ordered me to put my thumb on top of his, and push, and in synergy we pressed the plunger down together. Bang ... My pure DNA meeting up with my mutated DNA in every part of my rugby studs sexy athletic body. 'Get on your knees you poz cunt' He opened his buttoned shirt, and pulled his pants and trousers down to reveal a very hairy torso, legs, and ass. The latter being pert and beefy. Another rugby build! His Dick bounced out of his pants, HARD, and oozing pre-cum. 'You don't remember me do you?' 'Er ... No' 'Our teams played a game of rugby a year ago, and I watched you shower. I knew one day I'd have you' 'I think I re... Before my son could say anymore, he shoved his rock hard pre-cum ozzing Doctor Dick right to the back of my sons throat... 'Shut the fuck up, cunt' He gagged, coughed, and spluttered at first, but soon they were in a steady deep-throating rhythm as my sweet son had his face fucked with a thick meaty weapon. 'I think it is time we cooled you down with some neg cum. You cannot have it poz the whole time you know' I knelt behind him, lifted his tail shirt up, and watched his beefy hairy ass grind in and out as he pumped my sons throat. I placed my pale scrawny hands on his alpha ass, and leaned in to sniff his musky sweaty hole. I gotten totally lost in the moment when I felt him tense up, grunt and growl as he unloaded his cum. Fuck, I wanted to taste it. 'Get up, sort yourself out, get dressed, and I want to see you in my patients room at 7pm when I come off of shift' As my son collected himself, I tugged on the shirt tail to my stud of a Doctor. He turned around, dick semi hard and slowly going down as it glistened with a mixture of cum and spit. He smiled at me, stroked my hair, and gently put his dick in my mouth. I moved my mouth and tongue to clean his spent dick. After a few minutes I suddenly felt a warm gush fill my mouth. I knew immediately what was going on, and happily began to drink his flowing piss. It felt wonderfully warm, leaving me with a satisfied inner glow. Having drunk his piss, my Doctor, and my son between them sorted everything out prior to the porter coming to collect me, including putting me in my gown again. My piss gifter addressed me ... 'After tonight I shall be off tomorrow and the day after, so, shall be back in a few days' Once back to my room, my sexy rugby son and I snuggled up in my hospital bed. He looked up at me, smiled ... 'I Love you Daddy. I couldn't be happier that it was you that pozzed me up' 'I Love you too, son' I lovingly kissed him on his forehead, his beads of converting sweat continued, yet again moistening my lips ... 'How do you feel about your new son moving in with his Dad, where I can look after you, and we together share a sexual and loving 'Daddy - son' life together?' I smiled inside and out ... 'I'd like that very much, son' Snuggling together we fell asleep until 6pm when dinner was served for the both of us. After we ate, we played cards again, and right in the middle of a game, the Doctor walked in. It was already 7pm! 'Grab your belongings, it's time for that chat. Oh, and my name is Richard, but you can call me Uncle Dick'. As they went to leave, Doctor Richard looked at me, giving me a wink as though to say, I am in control of your son now! ? ?