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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. 🐽💦

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

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

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!)

I’ve never quite done that but gotten close sometimes as a trick was coming before the meeting was over and I had to be on voice explaining stuff as my ass was being eaten but it was like: I will send the summary over email BYYYEE I have to go RN 🤣

I can agree with @FelchingPisser, an active orgy makes me hornier too. Especially because I am versatile, I don’t mind if my hole is treated as well. on the other hand, I enjoyed being one of the tops every time I participated in gang bang. Then it doesn’t matter for me if I am the first, somewhere in the middle or the last one. Every position has its own advantage. However, if I was the first, I always tried to rejoin. Fucking a sloppy hole or lick all the predecessors’ jizzes out turn me extremely on.

Ah, i'd stop well shy of the title "medical expert." i know diseases like heart failure, diabetes, kidney disease, etc., more than i do sexual function. But one thing i do know is how to find reliable sources that are more evidence based vs authority based. There are several guys on BZ who have similar understanding and know the difference between speculation from and authority and study evidence. And science is always an ongoing process, the best studies always seem to have a disclaimer that "further studies are needed." The body is an infinite universe. One of the articles below alludes to the possible psychological effects, but couches the notion of "harm" with qualifiers like "it depends on the individual." You always read me so well, so You get how big a deal the psychological side of sex is to me. For me not cumming from having my penis stimulated is not an aversion to having an orgasm, but a question of how my Top relates to and perceives me. There seems a natural, and largely unconscious, inclination for us to transfer our individual notions andfeelings onto others. E.g., a Top may feel/think that because He loves having His cock stimulated and cumming that that is a universal thing, that all guys have cocks and all guys love cumming that way. For me? Psychosexually i do not perceive myself as having a "cock," but then to me a "cock" is something a Top has, or a Man Who wants/needs to penetrate, fuck, breed, etc., has. i don't have one of those, so if a Man treats me like Himself, we are not connecting (and You know what a big deal that is to me lol). On the other hand, there are some Men Who not only get how i am, but they are looking for and want/need guys like me. They don't see me as having a "cock" either. It's not pretend or role play, They really both get me and are particularly looking for guys like me. Those Men have found ways to use my penis and make me cum without seeing it or treating it like a "cock." i won't take up a lot of space here going into detail, but it has a huge mind fuck side to it for both of us and because there is compatibility, a huge bonding side to it as well. So, for me at least, it's not a matter of not cumming, but how it happens, when, why and how often can also factor in. Really, if i'm not cumming from having my penis stimulated for awhile because i am getting bred often, i'll end up cumming from getting bred. Meanwhile, here's some medical info on the topic: "People who choose not to ejaculate are unlikely to experience harmful side effects. The body breaks down unused sperm, which does not build up to trigger further problems. It may not be harmful for a person to not ejaculate, but it depends on the cause. Ejaculation refers to the expulsion of semen from the body. Typically, sexual stimulation causes the central nervous system to build arousal to the point of orgasm. During this process, sperm from the testicles travel through the epididymis and into the vas deferens. From here, it enters the urethra through the prostate’s ejaculatory ducts, mixing with seminal fluid, which comes from the seminal vesicles, and prostate secretions. The contraction of the pelvic muscles expels this fluid, now called semen, from the tip of the penis. Several factors can prevent stimulation leading to ejaculation. Ejaculation usually occurs with an orgasm, but not always. The causes of preventing ejaculation can be intentional or unintentional. " Intentionally preventing ejaculation Some people choose to delay ejaculation, such as during edging. Edging is when a person builds sexual stimulation almost to the point of orgasm but stops just before it occurs. Edging is unlikely to cause health problems. In rare cases, preventing ejaculation can cause epididymal hypertension, or “blue balls.” Other people intentionally prevent ejaculation entirely, such asTrusted Source those practicing Taoism."" [think before following links] https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/side-effects-of-not-releasing-sperm#side-effects "There isn’t conclusive evidence regarding how ejaculation frequency is tied to health. Here’s where the research currently stands. A 2018 surveyTrusted Source of research papers on this subject found that limiting the time between ejaculations may improve sperm quality. However, the study authors caution there’s not enough evidence to say for sure. A well-known 2016 study of almost 32,000 males that lasted from 1992 to 2010 suggests that ejaculating often (about 21 times a month) might lower the risk of prostate cancer. But this study used self-reported data. It’s hard to know for sure whether people’s answers are truly accurate, since they weren’t observed in a controlled lab setting. People don’t always remember things with 100 percent accuracy. A 2004 studyTrusted Source with this same group of males didn’t find any significant link between ejaculation and risk of prostate cancer. So, even though the 2016 study gained more than 12 years of extra data, the study didn’t change at all. Don’t take these kinds of results at face value. And a 2003 studyTrusted Source of more than 1,000 males with a diagnosis of prostate cancer also used self-report methods. Researchers asked a few questions that most people probably don’t know the exact answers to, like when they first ejaculated and how many partners they’d had up to that point." [think before following links] https://www.healthline.com/health/how-long-can-a-man-go-without-coming#risks

Of course, we're all individuals, so there is no one type of Top, bottom, versatile, etc., guy. For me, it's not "selfish" for a Top to not touch my penis or make me cum. That said, reading replies and just my general experience, i don't think it's unusual for a total bottom to not be concerned about coming? i'm one of the total bottoms at the far end of the spectrum and in my ideal world, i don't cum from having my penis stimulated. i don't perceive myself as having a "cock," Sure, i have an organ between my legs, but even though i'm not fem, to me what i have is wired more like a clit than a cock. It feels good physically to have it touched, and i can orgasm that way, but it's not wired for penetrating and fucking with. If i cum from being penetrated and fucked, that's awesome, but not something i expect. The only orgasm i want or need is the one a Top has inside of me. For me, that is my orgasm. As long as i am getting regularly fucked and bred and a Man is having His orgasm inside of me, to me that is me having an orgasm. It's not fanciful or altruistic for me, like i am somehow serving or inferior, i love that. i don't see it as 'selfish' when a Man doesn't want me to orgasm from stimulating my penis, for me, that's understanding. That means my Top understands that i'm a total bottom, that i'm not like Him and He is not transferring His desires and needs onto Himself thinking i need to cum like He does... i don't . The orgasm i want and need is the one He fucks inside of me.

I don't get it. Was this meme for or against him? Dems really shouldn't do memes.

I use big squash or eggplant

I'm the odd man out here, I love when a guy pulls out, I tell them before hand I'd rather swallow their load then feel it run down my leg. It's tops choice but most like that I'll swallow. My biggest disappointment about bb is not being able to feel the load squirts in my ass the same way I can in my mouth. Feeling my ass get lubed with cum is hot but still rather swallow that delicious seed.

I think most guys will admit that when they're watching porn, they will get more exited if the action does not include a condom. The porn industry have stared to listen to their consumers and have hired guys who will submit to regular testing to minimize the risk to their co-workers. With the availability of Prep a lot of guys are now happy to bareback. They tended to be more fixated about HIV when it was a potential death sentence and some younger guys have said to me that that they're not afraid of testing poz. With current meds. it's highly likely that they would live a normal life span. It's also been mentioned in the media that there is a new drug being tested that may only need to be injected twice a year to prevent infection. There are still guys out there that see a poz status as a badge of honour and are actively chasing before it becomes almost impossible for them to convert.

Chris I had been watching the love of my life take loads from a god of a man for hours now when finally master said he had to get back to the bar. After master left Martin came up to me and asked “Are you okay baby” as he asked he put his hand under him and pushed some of masters seed into it which he used to give me a hand job. “I don’t know what’s going on” I said desperately “Oh it’s okay baby I’m just showing you a new life” he said comfortingly “So I’m gonna become a slave to master too” I asked half scared half aroused “Oh no baby I’m sorry that was the plan but then you had to go and take Greg’s load and master doesn’t like used good” he said as I shot my load after a pathetic minute of jerking. “ no you’re gonna be put up in the scorpion to be used by everyone” “What” I asked in shock “Oh well for a few nights you’ll be tied to a table with your hole open and exposed then once the novelty is over you’ll be thrown onto the street” Martin said as he continued to jerk my now entirely soft cock “ why would you do that to me” I asked nearly in tears “Isn’t it obvious, it’ll make my master a shit ton of money” he said as he stood up and walked to the side of the room. He picked up a rag and sprayed something on it before forcing it into my face. I came to feeling myself tied down with an amazing sensation coming from behind. “Ah you’re up good” Martin said to me as he stood in front of the bench I was tied to “master has decided to be generous and lace all the lube with meth so you’ll be nice and spun” I felt a new sensation rolling through me as I took cock after cock that night. It was so amazing unlike anything I’d ever experienced. After I had taken the last load Martin and his master came in front of my bench directly in my sight and had the most intense sex I’d ever seen. Martin was in his arms begging for more, seeming to be in pure ecstasy. When Martin finally got his load he walked over to me, shoved his ass to my mouth and pushed the load into me. This continued for three nights until when I was expecting to watch Martin get fucked In front of me again, he instead untied me and helped me to my feet. When I stood for the first time in days I felt the cum go rushing from my destroyed asshole down my legs. Martin guided me to the door before pushed me to the ground outside. “The prostitutes are around the corner” he said before shutting the door. I made my way to the corner and was almost immediately picked up. I sucked a man’s dick for five dollars. I sucked 3 more men before I met my pimp. He was old and fat but he gave me a thong and a bed as long as I brought in the money. I spent years working that corner. I would occasionally see Martin in front of the bloody scorpion but never went by it.

Over the next few weeks during my hospitalization the young nurse, working on my ward or not, would sneak into my room. His mouth would get me hard and he’d sink his usually cummy hole onto my ridged toxic poz pole. I must have attempted to knock him up a two dozen times. Each time he would get as excited as if it were his first time. His gratitude was immense! I loved shooting toxic poz cum into his willing ass. Every time my orgasm was immense, as if I wanted to put every part on myself, all of my light and all of my deepest darkest self, deep into this young man. In doing so somehow I was staking an irreversible claim on the gold mine of his being. Yet at the same time I didn’t want to be the one to poz his ass. Not out of any moral qualm. No, he was a consenting adult. If not me he was so determined he’d find another person to knock him up. No, I didn’t want to be the one to end the excitement of his chase. Yes, he could move on to other thrills. Like the thrill I was feeling in filling a willing victim with my toxic seed. But the adrenaline rush and danger of the risk would end. And this tint of fear for him was not just in the sexual consummation of unsafe sex. It was in the wait. ‘Is this the time the fuck flu will follow in a week or two? Is this the sexual health clinic visit where I will get the fateful news that I have indeed seroconverted? Is this the time I will have to face the question, ‘How will I really feel knowing I’ve taken on the life sentence of this disease coursing through my veins even if undetectable. Fuck … will the drugs even work their magic on me? Or will I be one of that unlucky minority that the drugs don’t work on? Will these moments of folly for momentary selfish sexual pleasure in the end shorten my life?’ But I also knew all this just added to the thrill for this promiscuous cum slut whore. Despite my mixed feelings I kept sticking it to him and flooding his ass with my biohazard. The first guy and the nurse had awakened a deep dark side of my soul. A side of me that relished such a power over willing victims. It was as if in some way they were willingly handing me the power to fill them with the dark power of death. I found I now wanted to merge with such a dark force in other men’s souls. Yes, it was as if I had finally found my tribe by traveling more fully down this obscure road of being the breeder of uninhibited poz dark life force. When the nurse told me he had two friends, two fuck buddies, who desperately wanted me to knock them up I didn’t hesitate to agree. When I met them, I realized I would have been crazy to turn down sex with these young gorgeous men. The first was a black man with a trained swimmers body. His skin was so silky, shiny and dark. Our naked bodies slipped together like taylor designed fitted silk sheets. His stereotypical huge black cock looked and felt amazing sliding into my hairy white hole. The look on his handsome face as he ejaculated deep inside me was animalistic and stunningly beautiful. Yes, he was a top, a tops top. Every man he met in sexual encounter submitted to his beautiful raw member claiming their ass, even if they had never bottomed before. When I learned this, I expected he would want a blood slam, or artificial insemination of my poz biohazard juices. But no, he wanted me to be the first and only guy to fuck him. He wanted me to do so as long as it took to give him even more power to make men succumb and give their asses and lives away to his magnetic personality, sexually domination, and toxic power. Every time we met, he would dominate me. He’d greet me naked at his front door, pull me inside, strip me in his front hallway and then lead me by my cock to his sex playroom. I would then be strapped into the sling. He’d expertly eat out my ass and prelube me with spit alone. He especially loved when I arrived with a load or four on board. He’d feltch some out and snowball the cum and ass juice for me to swallow. Then his magnificent horse cock would start it’s magic journey deep into my gut. He’d relentlessly fuck me, often for forty-five glorious minutes. Only then would there be this ever so subtle shift in his chest that let me know he was about to loose complete and utter control. The wild panther in him would take over. His handsome face would contort into what could best be described as a snarl. He would pant heavily as if in panicked distress to get his breath. His entire body would be convulsing and I could usually feel blast after blast of his cum painting my gut walls. Very rare when a guy cums so deep inside me. I figured it must be the power and force with which his come fired out of his big cock slit. Then for me, and no one else, he would climb in the sling and submit his powerful ass to my ‘death stick’. I loved the site of my raw dad cock disappearing in his tight silky black pucker hole. I would usually have only a moment to slide my hands over his strong shoulders, eight pack, and soft magic black skin. Then I too would loose control blasting everything in me deep into this stunning black swimmer hunk. Then would come my gratitude fuck. It never lasted as long as the first but as he struggled to get his breath after such a powerful orgasm his lips would cover mine in a passionate kiss. It was as if he was needing me to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation. I not only had a second one of his loads in my gut, but I had also brought him totally out of control and I was the one breathing his next life into him with my kisses and powerful toxic seed. The second was like a Viking warior. Muscles for days, long braided cooper coloured hair shaved at the sides and back of his head. Scruffy beard. And where is skin wasn’t covered with Celtic tattoos it was covered with freckles. His magnificent cock was thicker than anything that had ever gone up my ass. And yes, he too was 100 percent top. He was only allowing me to fuck him to receive my toxic seed. And chose this method after hearing his black friend was taking it directly from my cock. He wanted to be converted to convert. His goal was To knock up as many of the men who flocked to him as he possibly could. And they flocked to him! There were at least three of his harem of bottom wanabees at every one of our sexual encounters. Their specific job was to win a ride on his thick stick by fucking and breeding me as I took him from behind. No missionary or kissing with this macho man! I would arrive at the hotel room he had arranged so his playroom would never be defiled by his level of stoop to submission. His three slaves would ceremonially stirp him. Then they would attack me ripping everything I might be wearing to shreds until I too was stark naked. Then he would have me choke on his cock until he was satisfied I was totally humble before him. Only then would he bend over the bed offering his ass for me to mount doggy style. This was man sex, savage, vicious. The ongoing assault on my ass as I fucked him kept me from cumming as soon as I often did. Even his minions breeding my ass over and over didn’t trigger my ejaculation. His verbal abuse and demanding I seed his ass and knock him up didn’t even bring me over the top. I frequently wondered if I was even going to be able to cum, and if not, I worried what would his punishment be? And then it would happen, his ass would orgasm and milk my biohazard load deep into him. I would barely finish, and he would jump up, pin me on my back to the bed, throw my legs over my shoulders and piston his thick tool into my dripping ass. I never failed to feel I would be torn apart. Thankfully I was always rewarded with him viciously blasting his copious load deep into my gut. These encounters only started two weeks after my orthopedic doctor declared I was completely and totally healed. Ready to return to all pre accident activities. The Viking was my first success. He came down with a vicious fuck flu after only three of my breedings. I was summoned immediately, and the two of us bred his harem of six negative bottoms to celebrate our success. I loved the sex with the black swimmer and was very pleased that it took a dozen passionate love making sessions before he got sick, and the positive blood test was conclusive. For the next six months or so I bred my cute gay male nurse. Every time his test results came back negative. He was not upset, this allowed him to continue with his dangerous chasing game. His ass was taking strangers loads as frequently as ever. He even had regular sessions with his two top friends after I knocked them up. Negative test followed negative test. My encounters with him ended when my doctor put me back on meds and I was soon once again undetectable. As far as I knew and expected I had infected two top studs. I often reflect on how many willing men they have passed on my strain. All thanks to that cute young night nurse. The end

Chapter 8 – All Good Things Must End In Chapters 1 through 7, I tell about a little celebration my friend, Matt, put together for my birthday. We’ve been partying, and several other guys have been through it to play with us. Jim just left us and I’m now hanging out with Rob. Matt is nowhere to be seen, and I just found out that he’s been whoring me out for $20 from each guy. Rob and I hung out on the bed for a while, talking and replenishing fluids. Of course, we kept our hands and fingers busy with our holes and each other’s. We blew some clouds, and then Rob laid between my legs, nuzzling my dick. He was on his stomach, showing me that beautiful hairy ass, capped with that sweet triangle of fur that pointed down to it from the base of his spine. I was enjoying his work and the view before me when Matt returned to the room with more drinks. “How’s it going?” he asked. I just looked at him and smiled. Rob nodded his head, never taking my cock out of his mouth. Matt walked over and fingered Rob’s hole a bit, prompting a moan of pleasure from him. “Time to get swirly,” Matt said as he removed his fingers from Rob’s ass. Rob sat up, and Matt passed around the G-laden drinks that he had brought us. “Bottoms up!” Rob declared. Fuck, yeah, my bottom would be up in just a few minutes. Matt wanted more T, so he lit the torch and blew some clouds. He shared them with us, making us even more spun. Then, he told me to get in the sling. Once I was settled in the sling, Matt prepared to fist me. With the T and G flowing through my body, this would likely be a wild experience. No teasing, no prodding, no massaging this time. Instead, Matt went in with a fist. My ass gladly accepted his hand and swallowed it down past his wrist. Matt twisted his hand around inside my hole, letting me feel as his knuckles rode across the tender flesh at my entrance. He’d stroke over my prostate, sending shudders of bliss through my body. He pulled out, entered me again, and repeated similar motions. He did this several times, and each insertion was easier and smoother than the one before. Now, he decided to go deep. Matt took it slowly, so much so that I was pushing my ass down on the sling to take him in faster. “Easy, pig. You’re gonna get it all the way soon”, he purred. I decided to lay back and enjoy the ride. Rob came up with a bottle of poppers, which he put under my nose. I instinctively inhaled the potent fumes. Then, he placed the bottle under my other nostril. I let out the breath I had been holding and took a longer, deeper hit this time. I held it as long as I could and then blew it out. My ass relaxed even more when the poppers hit. I could feel myself open up to Matt’s invading hand and wanted him to get to places he’d never been inside me. That glowing eye of a poppers high took over, and I just laid back, let my legs fall open more, and enjoyed the sensations. Matt was driving deeper and deeper into me while I was in a popper haze. The T and G were also helping to keep me relaxed, open, and up for most anything. When the poppers rush wore off, I found that Matt had already breached my innermost barrier, and his fingers were prodding my colon. Again, instinct took over, and I spread my ass open to let him go as deep as he wanted. “Fuck, I’m in up to my elbow!” Matt exclaimed. “It looks so fucking hot!” I didn’t have words to describe to them what I was feeling, but I knew that the look of ecstasy on my face told them everything they needed to know. My good friend was fisting my ass, and he was deeper inside me than any man had ever been. The sensations were amazing, but the joy of having this experience with Matt and Rob made it even more special. Matt slowly and sensually pulled his fist from my ass. When he was all the way out, he patted my hole a few times, then looked at Rob and said, “Your turn”. Rob didn’t even sit down. Instead, he stood and placed his fist at my hole. “Take it,” he commanded. I hooked my feet on the sling uprights and pulled myself onto his fist. This position, plus the fact that he was standing, gave me a whole new set of sensations. The angles were different, and my sliding on the sling constantly changed them. I took him to about mid-forearm before I moved away from him. I was going to ride his fist in the sling. With Rob standing, he could brace his arm against his body and let me slide back and forth on his fist. Looking down at his hot, hairy body and handsome face, enraptured by watching my hole swallow his arm, was so stimulating to me. I had an assgasm, pumping out some thick ropes of long-held cum out of my cock. Matt, of course, was there to lick it up. Rob had a different idea. He had me get out of the sling, and then he laid down on the floor with his arm in the air under the rim seat. I knew what he wanted and walked over to where he was. Using the arms and straps of the rim seat, I lowered my ass onto his arm. The chair provided enough stability that I could rise up and down easily on his arm. He had a great view of my ass descending onto his arm, and he was stroking his cock with his other hand. At one point, we needed some more lube, so I climbed off his arm, and Matt smeared lube all over Rob’s hand and arm. He told me to do some poppers before I took Rob’s fist again. This time, I did just one hit, and not a huge one. I knew I’d be eager to get Rob deep and wanted to maintain some semblance of sanity as I did it. I held my ass poised right above Rob’s fist as I waited for the poppers flush to hit. He was teasing me with his fingers but was waiting for my action. Once the poppers were in effect, I slowly lowered myself onto his arm. Fuck, this felt amazing! My ass was open and ready to take him deep. I kept sliding down, knowing that Rob was letting me control the speed and depth. I did have to fuck myself up and down on his arm a few times, but I kept a steady descent onto his fist. He was as deep as he was going to get. My ass was on fire, and I was one happy pig. I started some slow motions, rising up before sinking down again. I would clench my ass on the upward motion and then push out as I slid back down. The sensations were intense and amazing to me. After some time, even my ass (and my arms) tired out. I slid all the way up, removing Rob’s hand from my ass, and leaned back in the chair. Rob pulled his arm back and swung around a little so that he could massage my hole. It was spread wide for him as I leaned back so he could rub it and prod it with his fingers. But he knew that I was not ready for another fisting. We all ended up on the bed again. Everyone needed some time to relax and recover from the intensity of our experience. Rob eventually said he needed to leave and try to get some sleep. He dressed but, before he left, gave Matt two twenties from his wallet. “This was worth it!” he exclaimed. After Rob left, Matt and I passed out on the bed for a while. I woke up to find Matt cleaning up the space. I volunteered to help, but he told me he’d handle it since it was my birthday weekend. Before I left for home, he handed me $100 that he’d collected from the guys that he had pimped me out to. It was a great weekend and, as it turned out, a profitable one too!

Taking a lunchtime tradie lads load My Grindr sounded with a message from a 29 yr old tradie lad. He asked if I was free for a quick fuck n go. He told me he hadn’t fucked a guy in 2 months so was unlikely to last long. It sounded perfect to me, I just needed a strangers load deep in my cunt! He told me he wanted to walk in and see me bent over with a dildo up my ass so he could take it out and put his cock inside me instead. It sounded perfect so I sent the address and he made his way over. I was upstairs on the bed on all fours wearing a jock, mask and harness and my FUCK ME BREED ME socks when he arrived. He made his way upstairs and found me ready where he commented, ‘fucking perfect’. He took his top off and his shorts, so was stood in his boxers, work-boots and white socks. I took a popper hit as he gently pulled the plug from my hole and reinserted it for good measure. He tagged my ass SLUT and signed it MY. Then he did just what he promised, he pulled the plug and slid straight into the gape left behind. His dick was pouring precum so he lubed my cunt with it. He picked up the pace straight away and I could tell he just needed to loose his nutt in me. His throbbing dick explored my cunt good I told him I wanted to see what he could see so I passed him the phone. He then videoed himself fucking my ass. It felt horny as fuck and it wasn’t long before he was as ready to breed me. I begged for his load he spunked in my hole and filled me with cum. He said he wouldn’t last long and watching the video back it takes him just 60 seconds to film himself fuck and breed my cunt. I love his slutty pull out that shows his cum leaking from my cunt. He literally pulled his shorts back on and left, my cunt nicely bred by this tradie lads dick!

"Nasty bug chasing pig!" He yelled at me, pulling out and slamming back in. I groaned in pleasure as he did it again and again. It was all I could do to hold my position and not let him push me away. "Thank you, Sir," I moaned back to him as he jack hammered my bloodied cunt. I picked his phone up again to look at the picture he'd took, before turning it around and taking another. This time I took a selfie, lifting it high and getting Sir's torso in the frame. I looked great, washed out and blue from the poppers and smeared with blood over my back. I could see red starting to spread up my cheeks and up Sir's crotch. My dick couldn't get any harder, even if I tried. Deciding to help, I dropped the phone and my face into the bed and reached both my hands back. I grabbed my wet cheeks and pulled them apart, helping Sir open my hole just a little further. "Fuck yeah, boy. Stretch that cunt," was all he said as he continued to fuck me hard. He spat and I heard it land, but I didn't feel it. I lay still for a short while, accepting the fuck he was giving my hole and moaning throughout. I realised I could lie there forever, enjoying his thick dick and knowing he was knocking me up. "Ride me, pig," he ordered and pulled out. He climbed on the bed, arranged pillows for himself and waited for me to get on top of him. His dick was still red and now so were his balls and up to his muscular V. His hard fucking must have spread it out. I wondered how my hole looked. I brought my hands up and saw my fingers covered in my own blood, too. As I moved on my knees to my top, I could help but grab my dick and give it a few pumps. I was so turned on and I was still a little shocked that I was enjoying such a rough fuck and bleeding on a poz cock. I lifted a leg over his waist, used his chest to steady myself and lined his dick up with my hole again. I sank slowly down to his balls, both of us moaning our delight. I shifted my legs up and my feet forward, ready to ride and noticed that I'd left red streaks where my fingers had dragged down his chest. Once again I started pumping my dick as I started riding his. I realised I'd made my own dick bloody and decided to go all in. I moved both my hands to my ass cheeks and purposefully swirled them around, covering them. I moved one back to my dick, painting my member and my balls red, while I used the other to trace his biohazard. Once I was satisfied, I did it again to both our nipples and then I put two handprints on his chest. "You're a nasty pig, boy. I can't believe you're smearing us both with your bloody cunt. Nasty little pig!" He was thrusting up into me, meeting my equally forceful ride. "Don't stop, boy! We look amazing right now!" "You turn me on so much, Sir. Thank you for this. Thank you for everything," I told him. I lavished praise on him, while we fucked. I told him how good his dick made me feel, how his body turned me on, how good looking he was. I met his thrusts with enthusiasm, trying to work him to orgasm. I realised he'd been rubbing his fingers at my hole whilst I'd been talking and then rubbing his hands up and over me. As I looked down at myself, I had red marks all over my chest. "Fuck, Sir. I'm red all over," I panted. "Yeah, boy. You look great," he said with a grin. "Will you cum in me?" I pleaded. "Of course, boy. Do you want my load right now? Wanna get your split hole pozzed?" "Yes, Sir! Please poz me! I'm ready, put your toxic load in me!" I begged. "I hope you are ready, pig. You're bleeding and I'm not on meds. You're sure to get it, boy. Are you sure you want it? Last chance," he said, speeding up his thrusts. Before I could reply to him, he had pulled me down to his chest and flipped me over without letting his dick slip out of me. I yelped a little before grabbing the backs of my knees and relaxing my hole again. From this angle he started hitting my prostate with his deep thrusting and I made a noise each time his dick brushed against it. "Don't stop, Sir. Don't stop," I pleaded. All I could do was watch as he pounded my cunt, making small drops of blood fly up, speckling us both with fresh droplets. "You're gonna get it, boy. You're gonna get pozzed. I'm gonna fucking poz you. I'm cumming," he roared. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and he finally stopped his motion, sliding balls deep and lying on top of me. I let go of my legs, clamped them to the sides of his torso and moved my arms to embrace him. I didn't ever want to move.

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Vinny's place was a large loft that had been under rent control for ages. In the middle of the main room lay a sling surrounded by chaise sofas. We gathered on the sectionals right after we got the delivery. Pure unbroken rocks with minimal shards & dust. I took the liberty to prepare our special supper. 4 glasses of vodka topped with G. I added 3 times the amount in one. From the drawers, 2 bottles of poppers, a sachet of K and an oral syringe. I turned the oven on to concoct Rowan's dessert. He was tongue tied to Vinny now while slowly getting undressed by Jonas. I returned to interrupt them with tonight's treats. The same metal tray we've used countless of times sparked Rowan's curiosity. None of us elaborated further on what they were. Vinny called it an illicit charcuterie board. Jonas withdrew some pipes and torch after we downed the drinks to start the night. Rowan, now topless, kept his gaze on me. In his drunken state, he had no qualms taking the smoke from Jonas when they made out again. Vinny and I went to the other side of the room to gather our tools. A few whips, ropes & toys for his first round. We came back to see Rowan getting eaten by Jonas, nude and submissible. Childs play, Vinny and I taught. He was hornier now, impatient to get off. It was still early and we knew how important it was to take our time. It was hard to see Rowan sit still. We all still had our clothes on but he was sweating the most. It gave me flashbacks. More clouds were blown and we started to watch some porn Vinny put up on the projector. Vinny always had something to say so the conversations never waned. Rowan tried to keep up with us but we could tell he was eyeing the sling. "So Mark-Mason....you don't find Rowan here cute? Look at him, he wants a bit of you too" Jonas almost slipped. Thankfully it flew over Rowan. "Nah, not really, not my type" "What is your type?" Rowan's eyes were glossy and dilated when he spoke up. He shot a different look at me now. "The submissive kind - the kind to hate themselves but can't deny that they're a hungry hole. A fag." Vinny had his hand by Rowan's neck, questioning him if he was one. "I don't know.. what do you think?" "It's not what I think but how you see yourself. We're not going to coerce you to do anything you don't want to. You're free to explore with us.." I agreed with Vinny and kept my gaze on Rowan more now. Jonas then told him that he has a couple of ideas while fondling him. Vinny revealed the gears and made Rowan wore a leather jock and harness. An excitement elicited from him when he saw his reflection. I passed the syringe to Jonas who easily led him to douche. When they returned to the room, Vinny and I had already cleared the furniture to make space for the sling. "How bout it? You've been looking at it for a while now.." He said no more words. Only lust in his eyes as he approached it. Jonas carried him to mount himself in the straps. I brought the locks to secure his limbs tight. He gave in with no resistance. . We let him get comfortable in it while we hit another round of clouds. We also put a gas mask on him to connect a tube for the smoke. Jonas was the first to undress. He came up to the sling and I heard Rowan muffling bout his tattoos. Did he know what the biohazard on Jonas' navel meant? Rowan was starting to spin now from how heavy he was breathing. It was futile for more smoke was being fed through the mask. Jonas took out 5 different sizes of dildos. "Let's do this slow and steady. It's your first time doing this no? Don't nod, we want you to say it" "Yes, it's my f-f-first time.." "And you're going to leave this place as a hole aren't you?" "Yes..." Jonas gave him a light slap to correct him. Everything that had transpired between them from the bar had dissipated. "Yes what?" "Yes...Sir?" "Good...and not just a hole but a fuh? A fuh what?" "A fag" "Good boy, good boy." He screeched at the first 2 dildos entering him. By the 4th, his hole had started to loosen up. Vinny and I stood by both of his sides with Jonas right in front. I held his head and took the mask off to look at him once more. A look that verified everything. "You're not wrong, Rowan. We have met. Remember me? The fag?" Rowan started to struggle. He had no response. Jonas had to revert to how he was to calm Rowan down. "Hey hey don't worry we're friends now aren't we..? We've been getting along so well..." I chuckled and continued to hold his head. "Yeah Rowan. What are old pals for? Don't think too much, you're in a safe space. I'll be back..." Vinny too held his head to assure him that we meant no harm. "Just enjoy the moment. Mark doesn't have to be here. You're not his type. It can be just us two..." "But..but I want him. I need him. Please." Clearly, he was spinning. Just as expected. "If you say so.." The 3 of us exchanged the familiar unspoken look. It conveyed that the plan was going accordingly. Either way, I left momentarily to browse BBRT, hoping to find some last minute tops looking to drop their loads in the area.

Chapter 5 I entered Brad’s house the same way as I usually did, under darkness. Once in his main room, the tv was on again, showing a guy in a sling. ’Underss’ came the command . I quickly stripped. I stood there whilst Brad inspected me. ‘ the piercings look good, the tattoo is a good choice. Now put this on’ . He handed me a harness. I was a little awkward, I hadn’t used one before but had seen them in the gay porn I had been watching. ‘You will get used to wearing this and not a lot else when you are bottoming for guys. You can take this , you will have to hide it from your girlfriend. If she is still your girlfriend when she returns’ Brad commanded. My thoughts were scrambling, I hadn’t missed Jess , but wasn’t sure what I felt anymore. ‘Kneel’ I knelt and sucked Brad s cock as it appeared in front of me. I then had more poppers pushed in front of my face. ‘Inhale’ I did so. My head swam as Brad’s muscular arms lifted me up. He put a blindfold on me and led me to another room. I was disorientated, as Brad positioned me into what I worked out was a sling. My arms and legs were tied in silence. ‘Have you been using the butt plug?’ ‘Yes Sir’ I replied, eagerly. ‘Good, keep using it, I want you to get used to your ass being stretched and filled’ my teacher continued. ‘ I am going to gradually stretch your ass so eventually it will be able to take anything and everything. I think you want that don’t you?’ I nodded automatically ‘yes sir’ I felt cold fingers pushing into my hole, first one then two. Some cold lube was being worked in me, then a third finger. More lube and I felt a fourth. My ass felt fully stretched as Brad started pushing his four fingers in and out slowly. I grunted as I felt as though I was splitting apart as Brad’s hand started moving in and out faster. ‘I’m going to stretch you, it may bleed a little first time but nothing to worry about. You will want more until you can take a fist’ he explained as he picked up pace and started pummelling my hole, before suddenly pulling out. Before I could catch my breath, his hand was replaced by his cock, the temporary empty feeling immediately changing to feeling my ass full of cock. ‘ you are a natural’ Brad continued’ I’ve not had many pupils as eager as you to change. I can tell you just love cock and it won’t be long before you are living a new life’ Brad picked up pace, grabbing my harness as he pushed his cock deep in me. I felt helpless in the sling, my ass feeling full with cock as Brad used my hole. ‘Here comes today’s load ‘ he grunted as he came, holding me onto his cock as he pushed deep one last time. Brad slowly withdrew, and untied the bonds. ‘Dress, put your sweatshirt on over the harness. Keep that on, there is someone I’d like you to meet. You drive, I’ll direct you. I slipped on my joggers and sweatshirt, over the harness. Despite my hole being wet with cum, I felt sexy with it on. Brad directed me on a fifteen minute drive, to a local hospice. ‘I want you to meet my teacher. Bob . taught me what I’m teaching you. He made me who I am. He’s not well now but the nurses will allow us a little time with him. ‘ I followed Brad through the entrance and to a private room. ‘ I’ve brought you my newest student Bob’ Brad said as I followed him into the room. ‘Be good to him’ I looked at Bob. He was lying on a bed in his pyjamas. He was bald and looked thin and gaunt. His skin was blotchy and he clearly wasn’t well. I presumed he had cancer, but didn’t want to ask as he may have not wanted to talk about it ‘Hello son’ he whispered. Brad said ‘ I’ve got to check something with the nurses, be back in ten’ and popped out of the door. ‘Come here, I’ve heard about you’ Bob said quietly. I walked up to the side of his bed. ‘Let me show you something boy’ Bob said. He pushed back the covers and was naked from the waist down. But what grabbed my attention was his cock. It wasn’t very thick but it was really long, a good ten inches, and hard. ‘This has given me a lot of pleasure over the years, even if it got me in here’ he said as he started wanking his cock. I was mesmerised . ‘ I hear you love cock’ Bob said. ‘Play with an old man’s cock for me. It’s ok the nurses allow me privacy when I have a visitor’ instinctively I held out my hand and gripped around his cock, massaging it gently. Some precum oozed from the tip. My cock brain was taking over. My own cock was stiff in my joggers as I naturally lowered my head to suck on Bob’s cock. I savoured the taste as I wanked him ,. I felt Bobs hand feeling my bum, and as I continued sucking, I felt Bob slide my joggers down, allowing my stiff cock to spring free. I closed my eyes as I worked his cock, one of Bobs hands stroking my own cock, the other sliding over my ass, before a finger snaked between my cheeks and slid smoothly onto my hole, the cum leaking out of my ass acting as lube. ‘Looks like I’m not the first in your hole tonight’ Bob whispered. I looked up, noticing for the first time a scorpion tattoo just like Brad’s on Bob’s abdomen. ‘climb up here on the bed’Bob said . I shrugged off my joggers and climbed on the bed, straddling Bob, my cock rock hard as Bob leaned forwards to take it in his mouth. I closed my eyes again as Bob expertly sucked my cock and fingered my hole shoving two fingers roughly in me. He stopped sucking and said ‘ Just gently sit back, let my cock slide in. I positioned the head at the entrance to my hole and lowered myself on him, impaling myself on his extra long pole. It slid in easily. My cock brain was in full flow as I picked up rhythm as I rode Bob. Before too long Bob whispered’ I’m nearly there, you will remember this fuck, let me cum in you’ I plunged down one last time on Bobs cock as he twitched, and I could feel him unload. I suddenly became aware of my surroundings as I slipped off him and climbed off the bed, quickly putting on my joggers and trainers. ‘thank you son, you’ve made an old man happy, and I hope I gave you what you wanted’ Bob whispered, holding my hand. ‘You did, your cock is incredible’ I replied, slightly missing the nuance of his words. Brad entered soon after and just asked me to step outside whilst he he’d a few words in private. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I was becoming a total cock whore, sucking and fucking any cock I saw. I would have to rein this in when Jess got back I thought, as Brad came out of the room. we walked back to the car in silence, with my mind racing. I loved the harness, my piercings and tattoos, I has to think carefully where I was heading. I dropped Brad off and drove home, where I slipped my own fingers in my hole to work some of the cum that was leaking out of me back in , before I showered. to be continued ………..

Chapter 4 I had googled the Tattoo parlour, and was about to walk in. I had thought about having a tattoo for ages but hadn’t had the courage to go through with it. But something here was propelling me on. All I could think of was doing as I was told to get more of Brad’s cock. In fact all I could think of was Brad’s cock! I pushed the door open before I could change my mind. A guy stood in front of me. ‘Hi is Carl here?’ I asked. ‘You’re speaking to him ‘ the guy replied. ‘Ah , um erm my friend has recommended that I come to see you’ I said, a little nervously. ‘I see, would that be Brad?’ Carl asked . ‘Er yes’ .. ‘OK he sends a few newbies here from time to time, they always come back for more once they’ve broken the ice so to speak’ he said. ‘I’m fully booked today but Lara can do you if you want. She’s especially good with newbies. We wouldn’t want you backing out would we?’ ‘Er no’ I mumbled , as Lara smiled and waved me through to the back. She had dark hair, and two sleeve tattoos, it looked kind of sexy on her. ‘Right, you’re one of Brad’s are you?’ She asked. I wondered how many Brad sent. ‘We call him The Teacher , he turns guys, converts them , making them totally into cock when he’s finished with them’ she said nonchalantly. It was kind of hot her talking like this. ‘Take your t shirt off’ she ordered. ‘ I know just what guys like you need, trust me you will like it’ she added. I sat in the chair and she cleaned my nipple. I hadn’t expected this. She kept talking so I couldn’t interrupt to ask wht she was doing. ‘So I’m guessing you have a girlfriend? ‘ Er yes’ ‘ and she doesn’t know you like cock as well, or is this new?’ ‘It’s new’ I replied as I winced as a needle went through my nipple. ‘ Close your eyes a moment’ she ordered. ‘I’ll say when to open them. She started on my other nipple and I winced again as I felt the needle again. I just shut my eyes as she carried on talking. ‘So you’ve met Brad, and I’m guessing that you’ve sucked his cock and that he’s probably fucked you? Am I right? ‘ ‘Er yes’ I mumbled ‘And you liked it? ‘ I nodded. ‘Can’t blame you, I love cock and cum, but I’m a girl, I should do. You’re a guy. Which makes you gay in my book. Are you gay? ‘ ‘Er no, I think I’m bi, I still like girls’ ‘ok, you can fool yourself. All Brad’s pupils do. And they all convert into full time homo’s pretty quickly’ she said matter of factly. ‘There’ she said. ‘Open your eyes. ‘ I looked down and saw two nipple rings in my nipples. They looked kind of good but I worried they were a bit obviously gay. What would my girlfriend say.? ‘Just so you know, you can’t take them out, I’ve soldered the ends. Embrace that. I’ll now give you a small tattoo. It is this snake here.’ She showed me a picture of a snake with an open mouth , showing fangs. That looked a bit more masculine. ‘Turn ‘ she said. It is going on your hip so you can hide it if needs be. She set to work. A while later she was finished. The snake looked good, but it was super imposed over an apple , ‘That is the snake and the forbidden fruit - in your case cock’ Lara said. I’ve left the apple uncoloured, for a reason. Guys of Brad’s come back and ask for it to be coloured with ‘Pride’ rainbow colours when they accept their destiny’ she said ‘well I don’t think I’ll be having that ‘I said. ‘We’ll see… ‘ Lara smirked. Just come back to me when you want more’ I left and my phone pinged. ‘Good boy’ it was Brad. He gave me directions to a shop down a side street. ‘You need to train that ass of yours. This shop is discreet. You will buy a butt plug and some lube. Hide it at home, and use it. Train your ass. I felt as though I was losing control of myself, but did as I was told. My girlfriend was still away for three more days so I could use it and get rid of it before she returned. I could give the excuse of my tattoo and piercings as something I did on a whim, but I needed that butt plug. I was getting hard at the thought of that. I hadn’t yet realised I wasn’t getting hard at the thought of my girlfriend. where was this journey taking me? I bought the butt plug Brad recommended and sone lube, to the obvious amusement of the girl serving. ‘Didn’t have you down as a fag when you walked in’ she said ‘ but I guess it takes all sorts’ I mumbled something and left as quickly as I could. The truth was I wanted to get home and use it. I wanted to feel it sliding in my ass. ‘I’ll meet you tomorrow, same place , 8pm. Good boy!’ The text came in from Brad. I had pleased him and it felt good. I wondered what the next lesson would be. to be continued…….

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