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This story is a continuation to the original “Selling my Status” which had been start by a former. The member closed their account so the remains unfinished and in limbo. I have resurrected the story below but as a nod to the original story and discussion here is the link … Originally - “Selling my StaruS” I know how it sounds, but trust me, I don't want to work for the rest of my life. I unfortunately had some some wild, luxurious nights in my 20s that have sunken me in credit card debt that'll be paying forever in me 30s unless I get it under control now. I just think this is the easier way out. I watched a documentary once and that is how I got the idea initially; I figured, if girls can sell their hymens, why can't men sell their status? I thought it was fascinating that it has become it's own fetish in an of itself, but admittingly I was not that into it personally. I'm already planning on spending my life on PrEP anyway, so in reality, nothing really changes. I get a payday, he gets a fantasy fulfilled, and get to knock out a chunk of debt. win/win/win. I had found a website to post my ad on, and after spending some time enjoying some stories, I got up enough courage to post a message below: "32 yr old, vers/bottom looking to sell my status. Currently neg on PrEP, but for the right price I'd be willing to flush what I have left, and meet up a week later. Only serious inquires please" It had only took a few hours before I had a few messages, but mostly low balls or jokesters. Then one subject line in particular caught my eye.... "Re: Selling my Status - Bidding 50k Hey boy, I'd be interested in buying. I'll have 50k up front in a week, but I want to meet up tonight to meet in person. Let me know if you agree, this offer expires in an hour. Also, bring your PrEP." I got giddy with excitement! That would at least pay at least 3 credit cards out, and was double the price I was ever expecting. I replied back and agreed to meet up tonight, will order a Lyft in an hour. He replied back with his address, and I jumped in the shower. This was going better than ever expected! After the shower I plugged the address into the app, he had lived an hour away, and the ride was a bit pricey. But the chance at getting 50k was too good to pass up, and even though he lived in the country side, his house was huge, on a big secluded piece of property. The driver dropped me off at the front door, and I gathered up the courage to knock after thinking about how crazy this was. I had figured if things go south, then at least I'm still on PrEP. He opened the door, I just realized I hadn't even asked him for a picture before coming over. I was surprised at how good he looked. He was a bit older than me, just a few grey hairs showing on his head and beard. He had his shirt off, and jogging pants with sneakers. "Hi, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He reached in for a hug and I obliged, and slowly roamed his hands down to my butt before giving it a big squeeze. I blushed as he let go, and asked me to follow him to the living room to discuss terms. I followed him in and was shocked to find his coffee table was full of what looked like drugs and paraphernalia. I had only mostly only drank, and smoked a small bit of weed in college, so I immediately felt out of my element. Matt sensed my worry, and patted a hand on the couch near him. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I just have it outbecause that is what I do - sell them. How do you think I'd be able to afford this?" He smiled and laughed as I sat down. "So you mentioned you had a few things to chat about?" He reached for a blunt as I relaxed into the couch. "Do you mind?" he asked as he lit the end without waiting for my answer. "Not at all." He took a hit and passed it over to me, and I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude to the man whose about to pay my way out of debt. I passed it back as the body high hit. He took another hit before passing it back. "Hey, relax, I can sense your still tense yet." I started an inhale as he got up, and returned back to the couch with 2 Gatorades. He handed one to me and I again took it, not wanting to be rude. I took a couple sips from it as he started to go over his terms. "So just three things, really. Number 1, I can tell you're not into this as I am, but I still want you to have a fun time. I'm going to get you a bit high tonight, it'll help take the edge off, and you will actually enjoy some fun tonight. Will be a little introduction to the next weekend." That sounded reasonable, as I nodded to him. I started to feel a little woozy, but luckily was still seated. I tried to keep my attention focused on him. He patted his hand again near him, like I was some kind of dog. It was demeaning, but again,didn't want to be rude. As I slid over, I stumbled and fell, landing my head in his lap. He laughed, and motioned for my to roll over, so my face was towards his body. "Have you ever done Tina before?" I didn't want to sound like a loser, but I didn't even know what it was. "I haven't yet, but am down for whatever. You're really helping me out with this." He reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a pre-loaded pipe and reached under my legs with his other hands, pulling my up so I'm sitting in his lap. I can feel how big he was, andlet out a tiny "oh." "Don't worry, like I said we won't have to do anything tonight. Let me show you how this works. When it's time, inhale, okay?" He took the pipe, and lit it with a torch underneath, as white smoke filled the chamber. He inhaled, and then leaned in for a kiss. As our lips met, I inhaled as he passed the smoke into my lungs. He pulled back. "hold it, boy." a more stern command than he had been before, but I did as instructed, until he had me release. The rush felt amazing, but the horniness is what drove me mad. I stared into his eyes, as he looked down and bit his lips. Apparently, I had slipped my hand down my waistband to stroke myself. "Good boy." He placed the pipe in my mouth and told me to hold the stem. I did as he instructed. "I'm going to light this, but don't inhale until I tell you. After, don't exhale until I tell you." He lit the torch, and once the clouds filled completely, I instantly sucked in a huge hit on his command. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch, and I did as instructed. "exhale boy, then strip and lay on your belly, head over the armrest." It was like a lightbulb for my inhibition left my brain, and just started instinctively following his orders. Within 30 seconds I had been naked on this man's couch, head leaning over anticipating the next instruction. anticipating the next hit. He stripped out of his pants, revealing a huge biohazard symbol just above his cock. He walked over to the couch so his cock was directly in front of my mouth. "Suck it, boy." Without hesitation, I immediately took him in my mouth, feeling more and more turned on as I kept thinking about his tattoo. "Number 2, we're going to make a video soon, with you flushing your pills down the toilet. Then you're going to look into the camera, and explain why you did it. This video will only be for me to hold as evidence, incase you regret this later. Agreed?" He started thrusting in and out, and I could only muster a mumbled "yes" as he increased speed. He grabbed my hair to pull my head up, as he stuffed a bottle under my nose. "inhale, and don't stop." I took 4 big hits before he pulled the bottle away. I was flying in pig heaven, my throat being annihilated, getting hornier and hornier thinking about a poz load being shot down my throat. Then out of now where, he pulled out and stopped. "Get your pills." I rolled off the couch, and grabbed them. "Smile for the camera, hold the bottle out to show what it is, then down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm going to follow you, watch you flush, then get on your knees and start confessing. Make it sounds good if you really want this." I should have probably stopped here, but my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted this. I wanted his poz load. No wait?! I wanted his money. What was I thinking? The camera turned on, and I switched into my new role, as if I was acting. I smiled, showed him my bottle, gave it a shake - I just got this 3 month's supply, only 3 pills were missing. I turned and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the lid of the toilet, and without hesitation, poured the entire bottle into the toilet. I lingered over the plunger for a second, but the damage was already down. I pressed it down, and watched my neg status was down the toilet. He motioned my down from behind the camera, and I reacted. I dropped to my knees, one hand toying with my soft cock. I looked up at the camera, and began. "I just flushed my Truvada pills down the toilet. I am currently neg on them now, but in a week I won't be. I'm doing this so Matt can Poz me, change my status forever. Convert me." Matt finally spoke. "Good boy. Now open wide, when I aim it at your mouth, you swallow, otherwise I want you drenched it in." I had only been confused for a seconds before he started pissing in me as I knelt on the bathroom floor. I had started rubbing my cock harder as he covered me in it, before it hit my open mouth. I've never done this before, but was proud to find myself swallowing the last spurts of it down my throat. As he finished pissing, he turned off the video and set it down. "Good boy. Now last thing, Number 3. Give me your wallet, I'm keeping your credit and debit cards so you can't purchase any more. I'm also keeping a copy of your license, just incase. I want a confirmed conversion, so don't think about trying to get any more pills This will go on for as long as it takes, but if you don't cheat, I'll have it done in one. Now get dressed and get the fuck out, see you in a week." He opened the door, and threw me out naked. I had just got the last piece of clothing on before a new driver had appeared to take me home. I had been so horny though, I asked the driver for a redirect to the nearest glory hole. I was too horny tonight to not swallow a load or two.

Im still around. I just haven’t managed to get any more writing done yet. I have the next chapter started and in progress but writers block is still giving me trouble. But I will get back to writing when I’m able.

Got here Friday for a good bud’s wedding. He’s a stupid fuck, doing a stupid “destination wedding” under pressure from his wife-to-be. If he’s that pussy whipped he's doing this stupid BS he’s going to be broke for life, but hats not me. There’s two other wedding groups here so plenty of pent up guys looking for release. Sadly I was mostly blowjobs but a bit more for a couple guys. The hottest was a cute redheaded dude I flip-fucked in a bathroom raw. As we were getting hot and heavy he admitted he didn’t know his status but was willing to go raw. And we went raw, him a king two loads from me no pumping two rough loads balls deep in me. Later that same night, a hot 30-something otter dad-bod dude let me breed him and I rode his dick until he busted inside me. So far so good

100% keep it in as long as possible. If you really get your hole wrecked, you'll feel it get tingly and hot again as you push it out. My goal is always to absorb the DNA/strain so if its in there longer, better your chances.

You know, every now and then, I love to crack open a beer, hook up my shower enema bag, and get going at a good relaxing enema! I lay down in the tub with each leg resting on the rim of the tub, insert the enema hose(after a good lubing)get pass that second hole and then just let that warm water do its thing! I sip my beer, got some music playing, and usually look at porn on my phone while feel I things moving...when it's time, I pull out the hose, release, wash that shite down the drain and start over...something so relaxing about it as I take care of my hairy ass!..then I am ready for a good fisting and fucking!..

I love a challenge when a bottom wants me to wear a rubber. I’ll ask him to let me rub my bare cock on his asshole first. Then when’s he’s real horny I’ll ask him if I can slide my helmet Into his hole for a bit. If he doesn’t stop me I’ll go in a bit deeper. I’ll tell him how great his ass feels on my cock and keep trying to go deeper. If he’s moaning I know he’s loving it so I’ll tell him I gotta breed him and give him a minute to think about it. If he doesn’t try to stop me I’ll go all in and shoot my load in him. I’d never stealth a guy but I love persuading him to take my seed.

This is my first story on here Bald Man Stealths Young Stud Daniel was sitting at the bar. He was from a small town in Oklahoma and recently transferred to a college in Miami. His hometown was extremely conservative, and he always had to hide the fact he was gay and always participated in masculine activities to hide it. He was on the football and baseball teams, and even had girlfriends to add to the illusion, but deep down, he knew that all he wanted was to get fucked hard by men. The only time he had ever had any gay experience was a time he jerked off in a bathroom with another guy while in Tulsa. But that was going to change tonight- and he would remember it forever. Daniel participates in intra-mural sports because he still likes athletics, keeping his body fit. He was around 5'10", trimmed his body hair very short, and has thick black hair and slightly tanned skin. His dick isn't huge (around 6.5") but he didn't intend on topping tonight. The bar that he was in was not too lively. It was a place to pick up guys and go fuck. He saw it on a website- it was far from his campus and was quite low-key. Even in Miami, he still didn't feel ready to come out. But what he didn't know was that this bar was frequented by HIV Postitive men, which he would soon come to know very well. A man approached him at the bar, he was older, had a swimmer's body, and he was around 45 and had a shaved head and a thick beard to match. Daniel always had an affinity men that looked like him. He was around 6'3", so he was substantially taller than him. The man looked at him and asked with a deep voice, "Can I buy you a drink?" Daniel looked at him, smiled, and said, "Sure. Just a beer is fine." "Well you heard him, a beer for the him please," he said to the bartender. The bartender quickly filled up a glass from the tap, placed a napkin on the bar, followed by the beer. "You don't look like you're from around here," the man said, noting Daniel's mannerisms and conservative way of dress. "I'm not. I'm actually from Bumfuck, USA," Daniel said while the man laughed. "You remind me of when I was your age. In college in a new city, looking to fuck the nearest man I could find," he said. "I moved here when I was around 19, and it has been a wild time. I'm Sean, by the way." "Daniel." They did the usual small talk about sports, the weather, etc, and drank a few beers until Sean looked at him and said, "Do you want to go back to my place?" Daniel responded with a shaky, "Yeah, sure!" Sean paid for both of their tabs, ordered an Uber, and they headed back to his apartment. When they walked in, Daniel was taken aback. It was on a higher floor of a pretty nice building, overlooking the Miami River with a huge window which took up the entire wall opposite of the entrance. It was night, so you could see the lights of the other buildings, but not much else. Inside the apartment was more interesting. It was a bit cold, and the furniture was quite modern with sharp edges that contrasted the grain of the black hardwood floors. To the right was a modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances and black cabinets. The room was entirely black and white, with only a few blood red accent pieces to break the contrast. To the left, he could see an unlit hallway which he somehow knew would lead down a dark path. Sean dropped his keys into a blood red dish sitting on a black table next to the door, snapping Daniel out of the almost hypnotic fugue the apartment gave him. "Wow this place is... nice," Daniel said in a wavering voice. It truly was nice compared to his shitty dorm room. "Do you want a drink?" Sean said as he made his way into the Kitchen area. "Sure," Daniel responded. Sean opened the freezer pulling out a bottle of vodka, and said, "Is vodka soda alright?" "Yeah," Daniel said. Sean poured two drinks and walked over and handed on to him. He looked at Daniel and commented, "You look nervous." "Yeah its just that... I've never really... done this before." "What, hook up with a random guy you just met in a bar before?" Sean said with a laugh. "Among other things," Daniel said, feeling a bit more relaxed. "It's alright. I used to be nervous doing this sort of thing too. It takes practice," he said slyly as he took the empty glass from Daniels hand and placing both glasses on the table. Daniel looked at him for a second and felt his face flush as Sean looked him in the eye. Sean then embraced and kissed him. Daniels legs felt wobbly. Daniel wondered whether it was the booze or how good it felt to finally touch a man like this. The kissing became more intense as Sean began unbuttoning his shirt. Daniel immediately went for his chest and began his descent. He took a pause at his belly button and noticed a biohazard tattoo and wondered what that meant. He didn't wonder for very long as he began to unbuckle Sean's belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and pulling them down. Underneath was a pair of white boxer briefs which struggled to keep what looked like a huge package contained. He pulled them down too, exposing what was an 8 inch dick and about as round as a beer can. He began sucking and jerking it, struggling with its size. Sean tilted his head back and let out a moan of pleasure. After a few minutes, Sean nudged him up and said, "Let's go to the bedroom." He took of his shoes, socks, and pants from around his ankles and headed for the hallway. Daniel followed, undressing himself completely on the way. The bedroom was similarly designed like the rest of the apartment. Black woods floors, white walls, and a black bed with blood red bedding atop of it. Sean turned around, embraced Daniel and kissed him once again. He reached down and stroked Daniel's hard cock for a few seconds. Immediately after, Sean took Daniel and pushed him on the bed and started sucking his dick. Daniel started moaning, looking down at Sean as he expertly pleasured him. He placed a hand on his completely smooth head and closed his eyes enjoying the moment. He started to tense up and said, "I think I'm gonna cum." Sean pulled up and said, "I'm not near finished with you yet." He flipped him over and started licking his asshole. Daniel moaned harder, never feeling any sensation like this before. After about 30 seconds of this, Sean pushed his index finger at his hole. "Damn you've got a tight ass," as he began sliding his finger into Daniel's virgin hole. Daniel let out a moan as Sean began fingering his with no lube. He immediately added another finger and pushed them deep into his hole. He twisted them around, and Daniel could feel his fingernails dig into the wall of his hole. Daniel thought that this must just be how it is as he moaned into the blood red pillow, writhing in ecstatic pleasure. Sean pulled his fingers out and said, "Turn over. I want to look at you while I do this." Daniel obliged, turn over and putting his legs around Sean as he got between them. Sean spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and started pushing at Daniel's hole. A thought crossed Daniel's mind to ask him to put on a condom, but it felt so good right now he didn't even care. As Sean managed to get his rock hard dick inside his tight hole, Daniel's eyes shot wide open as he let out a pained moan and gripped the blood red fabric of the bed spread. Sean leaned over him, kissing him as he started fucking him. Daniel felt Sean's dick picking up the pace, feeling the friction of the skin on skin struggling to be lubricated with only a bit of spit. Daniel was in a state of utter pleasure looking at Sean in the eye while he was getting fucked. After a few minutes Sean's fucking was getting more desperate. He was feeling his own pleasure peaking. Sean said, "I'm gonna cum." Daniel thought about asking him to pull out, but before the thought could come out of his mouth, Sean kissed him again. Daniel came right then, without touching his dick, feeling himself being pumped full of Sean's cum. Sean slowed down, moaning through the painful pleasure of fucking after you've cum. He pulled out and collapsed beside Daniel as they both panted, both of them staring at the ceiling while they lay on the blood red bed. Daniel did not know at that moment that Sean would be a part of him forever.

Please forgive me, for I have sinned. 😂 … The other night a gorgeous hunk of a drunk college frat boy bred me raw…. Pumped one of the most massive loads I’ve ever received deep up me. Unlike my normal preferences to leave it in to absorb, I pushed most of it out because I wanted to use it as lube to jack off to. It was glorious, and after I shot a huge satisfying load of my own, I took our combined cummy mixture and fingered it back into my hole and grabbed my dildo to worked that cum back up deep into my guts. 💦💦🔥🐽🥵

Unless someone is going to suck it out and feed it to me, I prefer to keep the load up my ass

I totally love being poz as it has turned me into being a total cumdump slut! I'll offer my ass up to anyone who wants to fuck me, breed me and use me, especially other poz guys 🍆💦☣️🦂🍑🔥!!

I was eight when I first started masturbating and nine when I first ejaculated. Shortly before I started ejaculating a friend who was in one of my classes and lived near me sucked my cock in the woods behind our neighborhood.

Always keep it in, some leak a bit if they are huge and my hole has be stretched out so much I don’t have a lot of muscle tone left to keep it in. Love the idea of keeping part of my tops deep inside me

So I am on vacation in Florida Staying at a resort near Orlando This am the pool was crowded with families. There was a middle age guy with three kids and they were playing in the pool I said to him nice family and he said yes they were going to Disney world I though nothing lore till later they came back They are right next door He knocked on my door and asked if I had any ice Gave him ice and I was in just my bathing suit. A few minutes later he came back to say thanks I invited him in and he said family was exhausting him. He then asked if I played with men at all, Sure He said he sometimes did too and proceeded to remove his suit. He had a nice dick He asked to see my ass, I dropped my suit and he proceeds to rub his dick on it. he then asked if he could fuck me Sure he then proceeds to shove his bare dick in my ass So he is fucking me raw while his wife and kids are in the next door room He blows his load in me and then leaves wondered what his family though

At this point thousands. I kept track until 100 and really started turning into a insatiable cum slut

Over the summer I'd been turning out this skinny white boy, Chris, who'd just graduated high school and was curious and wanting to do more with guys. Chris had played some with buds, but was scared about hooking up with random guys yet wanted to try it. He's that generic bland kind of pale, blonde haired guy, smooth hairless body, nice sized uncut cock, and curious about what it was like to get with a Latino guy. That's how I came into the picture. I was the first Latino guy to fuck him (so he said) and I was the first Latino guy he fucked (or so he said). He's a good fuck, his enthusiasm and excitement making up for his clumbsiness and lack of experience. I taught him how cruising works, the do's and don'ts, trying to make suggestive small talk and such. I explained how to hook up at the gym, and at the trail nearby and introduced him to Sniffies and Grindr. It was funny to be with him encouraging him on picking up a guy and he did good on his first try, going over to a guy's place to flip fuck. His dick gets a lot of attention but sadly he's more of a bottom, but it depended on the guy. He quickly came to like how raunchy Latino guys are and how easy it was to pick them up. And they liked him too. I took him to the club where they have CumUnion on Manana as they have play times on Sunday and he had a lot of fun there. I wanted to see how far he'd go, so I told him about a place on Webb Chappel Extension where guys hang out down in the concrete drainage channel looking to hook up. Chris was curious and so we went down one night and I explained to him what to wear, what not to wear, what to bring and what not to bring. He was kind of freaked out as some of the guys down in the drainage channel were kind of rough and thuggy but as soon as one flashed his big thick uncut cock he was down on it sucking it for all he was worth, pulling off his t-shirt. I was playing with a papi nearby and it was clear Chris didn't speak Spanish well enought to get by as the guy wanted him to finger his ass while he got sucked. I finally told Chris what the guy wanted and he started doing it, which got the guy moaning. Soon the guy told me to tell Chris to stand up and pull his shorts down as he wanted to fuck him. Chris did as told and the guy was spitting on his ass and working his cock in with just the spit and no condom. Chris pretty much never asked guys their status and just took them raw. I never asked him about his status, just presumed he was on prep but who knows. Chris was whining and moaning like crazy and most guys turned to watch the show going on. A few headed over for a better look. The guy fucking Chris was saying horrible nasty stuff to him in Spanish and I wasn't about to translate, but it was hot to watch and listen too. I was getting drilled by a hot papi chulo and was too into it to say or do anything about Chris. Other guys were stroking their cocks clearly wanting for the guy to finish and take their turn loading Chris's ass. Once the guy finished in Chris another guy took over breeding him. The guy breeding me finished and soon enough another guy took his place. I was having fun and left Chris on his own. Clearly he was getting what he wanted. The crowd thinned as guys got what they wanted and finally Chris said "no mas" to more guys drilling him and said he was ready to go. As we walked back to my car I'd asked him how many guys he'd taken and Chris admitted he didn't know. "That was kind of fucked up bro" he admitted. Back at the car we smoked a couple joints and drank few beers to chill out a bit. He admitted he didn't know if he could do that again as it was pretty raunchy and nasty. Yet a few days later I saw him back on Sniffies looking. I'd explained to him about the one neighborhood place that has a Friday night thing were guys show up and do whatever. It's mostly Latino guys but not as trashy or scary as the rough cholos that hang out in the gulley. He agreed to try it but that he would back out if he felt uncomfortable. Most of the guys there are like me, younger, not thugs, not trashy, but dealing with the pent up BS that we all deal with. It's pretty dim in the rooms, mattresses on the floors, and a chill vibe. Chris was undressing in the living room and a cute younger guy and he connected. They wound up going back to one of the rooms and I'm sure they had fun. I'm not gonna lie, I like the rougher papi chulos but found lots to like, and hook up with. I knew it would be more Chris's vibe and didn't feel the need to check in on him. Once I was spent I wound up bottoming and after a few loads walked around to see if I could find Chris. He was in one of the rooms gettting fucked with another guy's cock in his mouth. When the guys were finished I told Chris I was going to go as I was spent and he asked me if I could give him a ride back to his car so he could come back. Clearly he was enjoying it a lot and he told the guys who had been eyeing him for their chance he would be back soon. I dropped Chris back at his car and he sped off back to the house to get more. So Chris is back this weekend and messaged me to see if the house was still doing their Friday night thing, if the guys were still down in the drainage ditch and if the club on Manana is still doing their Sunday thing. I said all three were still a thing and out of curiosity went to the house on Friday night and he was there getting drilled. It was funny as he'd grown this scraggly ass beard and gotten a tattoo but he was his old self letting random dudes drill him raw, begging them not to pull out and to cum inside him. I swung by the drainage ditch Saturday night but there weren't many guys there looking as it was the end of the month and a lot of the guys needed to find ways to pay the rent. You could see quite a few guys on corners in the area, shirts off and clearly hustling near the signs saying the area is being monitored for activity. I always found that funny about the signs and yet the boys are out there selling anyhow, some flashing their cocks to passersby. I'd check Sniffies every once in a while and he was on there, so he was probably hooking up with guys off of it. Maybe the ditch was too much for him. I texted Chris to see if he was going to go to Manana tomorrow and he said he was and that we should have breakfast together before we headed over. Sunday came and we met up at the shitty Waffle House in the area. Chris looked like shit, his eyes bloodshot and he seemed draggy. He admitted he'd been partying with a couple who took turns drilling him and they were up fucking until late in the night. I joked he probably still had their loads in him and he admitted as much. He has a fake ID now and was at TMZ and then the Tin Room and got picked up by them at Tin Room and that he'd been hooking up with random guys throughout the day. I loved that his ass was already loaded and told him I wanted to add my load to it as soon as he got there. He got an evil grin on his face and said he wanted that and wanted to fuck me too, but that he was spent from last night. I didn't say anything but I knew as soon as he took a few loads he'd be horned up again. We got to the club on Manana and stripped down at the lockers and headed in. I wanted to fuck him in a booth, but he wanted it out in the open so guys could see he could be had. We found a bench and he bent over pulling his under pants down as I stroked myself hard and then slid inside him raw. His ass gave no resistence so clearly he'd been drilled like crazy yesterday. I was stroking balls deep in him, long deep full strokes almost all the way out and all the way in as he was loudly begging for my cock. Slowly guys wandered over to watch the show with one guy stuffing his cock down Chris's mouth and another finding its way in my ass. Taking the dick threw off my rythmn but also horned me up majorly as the guy started talking dirty to me. I let out a loud groan as I came, blasting my load deep in Chris's guts and not long after I could feel the guy fucking me blast inside me. I'd slid out of Chris and another guy moved in to fuck his ass as the guy fucking me kept stroking and telling me he wanted to cum inside me again. I was so into the guy drilling me I was scarcely paying attention to Chris had taken the other guy's load and now had another guy breeding him. The guy busted his second load in me and it didn't take long to find another guy who wanted to fuck me and we went into a booth to fuck. He was a kind of raunchy sketchy looking alternative Anglo guy who wanted me to fuck him like I had Chris and then he wanted to drill me and I gave him what he wanted. He was really into getting drilled rough and I brought it. Shooting my load inside him brought out a loud cry from him as he begged me not to pull out. It was my turn and he was pretty rough, choking me as he slid in me with no lube and fucking me mercilessly, calling me a whore and a dirty slut, saying he wanted to rape me and use me. You can't rape the willing, but I played along saying he should rape me, fuck me hard and with no mercy. And he delivered. I could feel my face flush as he serious was choking me out, pounding in me roughly as he called me a dirty faggot, a cumdump and more. It was a relief when he finally came as I wasn't sure how much more I could take. At the end I offered my number and told him I was really into him and wanted it again. Big mistake. He said no and that he couldn't do that and I told him that was cool. I know guys like him. This is their secret freak. They don't want to get to know the guy better or even see them again. It was one time and it was hot, but it was the law of diminishing returns. I've been there too. Outside the booth, Chris was still bent over the bench taking yet another cock. Who knows how many guys he'd taken while I was in the booth. After the hottie in the booth I wasn't sure there was anywhere to go but down, so I headed into the blackout room to take any load offered. I wasn't picky but also needed something less manic than the dude who'd bred me last. I love the smell in these rooms, a heady mix of jizz, ass, lube poppers, and sweat. A couple guys wanted me to fuck them but I had to explain I was spent. I was in there probably a hour and took three loads and by then I was done. I went back out to shower dress and leave and Chris was still there getting drilled, this time riding a dude's cock while a second guy was fucking him. There was still a crowd watching as he was truly putting on a show. I was transfixed watching as he was a totally different guy from the bloodshot sloppy mess a few hours before. One guy blasted his load inside him and then the other and I leaned in to say I was heading out. Chris seemed in a trace, merely mumbling "cool dude" and I was wondering if he was on something. I'm not his BF and not his guardian angel. Hell, if I'm you're guardian angel you are fucking out of luck bro. I headed out. He's a big boy and I'd prepared him for gay life as much as I could. I didn't hear from him again on Sunday. I did my own thing just as he was doing his own. I went out on my Monday morning jog, Labor Day, and saw he was on Sniffies and texted him. He said he had fun at Manana, but needed to sleep it off when he got home. He'd played with a few guys later that evening off Sniffies and was looking for more this morning. He had to pack up and head back to UT and said we should do lunch. At lunch he admitted he'd been tag-teamed by two Latino boys that morning and he'd bred them both too. He finally admitted he was gay and there was no point in trying to claim he was bi. "I guess it was something I had to tell myself and I believed it" but he admitted he wasn't interested in dating, he just wanted to have fun. I told him that was my philosophy as well. I can always settle down at some point but I want to have fun. I don't want to feel trapped with one guy and not able to try new things. He smirked an evil smile and laughed saying I got him. And I do. Chris is a lot like me ever though we're VERY different. We had a nice hug in the parking lot before he got in his car and headed back to Austin for more adventures.

I'm blessed to have a fuckbuddy who can go for 3-4 rounds when he's got the time to hang out instead of a pump and go. Today was a longer breeding session. Nearly four hours, I took three loads. He's very well equipped to satisfy a power bottom pain pig like me. Shorter than most cocks but beer can thick and he's not afraid to force it in, pound it, yank it out hard and force it in again. An absolute hole destroyer. At one point on my back I thought he was going to split me like a piece of firewood. I think it was round three I was on my side and he edged in me for close to half an hour before putting me on my back again to finish. This was the aftermath. I haven't been wrecked like this in ages.

"Former President Donald Trump's recent acknowledgment that he lost the 2020 election has rattled prominent far-right figures, with some saying they will lead a campaign to keep him from being elected in 2024. At least three times in recent weeks Trump, the 2024 Republican party nominee, has acknowledged that he lost in 2020 "by a whisker." "He beat us by a whisker. It was a terrible thing," Trump said of President Joe Biden during a 45 minute interview Aug. 4 with podcaster Lex Fridman. He used similar language at an Aug. 30 Moms for Liberty summit and an Aug. 23 press event at the Southern border. Despite frequently and falsely claiming that he actually won the election and making the issue a central point of his 2024 bid, Trump has occasionally over the last few years admitted that he lost. Trump lost the popular vote to Biden by 7 million votes and the Electoral College by 74 electoral votes. His effort to overturn the election culminated in Jan. 6, 2021 attack on the U.S. Capitol by Trump supporters hoping to stop the certification of his defeat. The reaction to Trump's most recent comments from some far-right activists and influencers has been unusually stark. White nationalist Nick Fuentes blasted Trump Sept. 4 for admitting that he lost the 2020 election, and said that he will work to get voters not to back Trump. "So, why did we do Stop the Steal? Why did did anyone go to Jan. 6? Why did any one go to jail? ... It would have been good to know that before 1,600 people got charged," Fuentes said on his podcast, referring to the criminal charges for those who invaded and ransacked the Capitol. "It would’ve been good to know that before (I) had all my money frozen, put on a no-fly list, banned from everything, lost all my bank and payment processing.”" [think before following links] https://www.yahoo.com/gma/trump-admits-lost-2020-leading-192730313.html?spot_im_highlight_immediate=true&spot_im_reply_id=sp_Rba9aFpG_f18f1714-13c9-3b18-b348-5a85722416cb_c_2lff0F0LeWFfQTJXSvgsf4oqoPH_r_2lk23HqSlALpL4bFKAkyJ6TiW0V&utm_source=spotim&utm_medium=e-mail&utm_campaign=liked-message&spot_im_redirect_source=email "Why?" indeed Nick. That's the question the non fringe part of the country has been asking for years. Why would you, or anyone, chose to disbelieve all the systems we have in place to ensure fraud and stolen elections don't happen. Instead believe all the people running those systems are part of a conspiracy, and not one of them is going to blow a whistle. Instead you believe one guy who needs a thesaurus and isn't very good at lying? In trumpland, everything you lost is just a "whisker."

Part 3 Subject 6 looked up at Carson as he approached the glass. “How are you feeling today?”, Carson asked, as he pulled a clipboard from the wall. Subject 6 looked longingly at Carson’s piercing adorned cock longingly. “I am good Sir. How much longer will I have to stay here?” “Not much longer.” Carson asked him the standard questions he did every week. This stall was designed to be self sustaining. The Subject had everything he could need, bathroom with shower, bed, small kitchenette, even a tv and books so he didn’t get bored. “You know the drill”, Carson said as he put on gloves and took a kit from the table nearby. He opened the pass through, and took a few samples of blood from the Subjects arm, a urine sample, and saliva swab. Next, he opened the lower pass through. The subject removed the grey shirt and joggers he wore, and presented his caged cock. Carson took a key from the wall, and removed the cage. With a gloved hand, he worked a large quantity of lube onto the Subjects cock, and with the other slid a finger into his waiting hole. The Subject began to moan. “Yes sir, that feels so good sir. Please sir, I want to feel your dick in my hole like you promised.” “Shhh, soon boy.” The Subject began to buck, after a week caged and his prostate getting massaged, it didn’t take long before Carson could tell he was about to cum. He took a sample cup, and fingered the prostate harder, almost violently, until the Subject came into the specimen cup. Carson put the subjects deflated cock back into the cage, and logged the samples into a computer nearby. This particular Subject had only been here about a month. At this stage of the trial, Carson really did not need him, it was more for the study than anything. The Subject was a drop out, he failed some class or another one too many times. When he came to Carson it was off of some dating app. Carson had carefully explained the purpose of the trial, and had him sign all of the necessary paperwork. “To improve the human experience”, he told all of his subjects. He flicked a switch, and the blue light disappeared, the glass had turned opaque. He could hear the Subject still panting behind the glass. Carson moved down the barn to the next stall, to see Subject 5.

It was a Friday night, and 18-year-old college freshman Alex had just finished his last class of the week. Excited to let loose after being cooped up in lectures all day, he decided to sneak into his favourite bar with some friends. The loud music, bright lights, and strong drinks were exactly what he needed to unwind before a long weekend ahead. As the night wore on, Alex found himself alone at the bar nursing his third beer when an older man approached him. He couldn't place the exact age but guessed mid-forties he had that certain charisma that only came with age and experience. "Hey there handsome," the man said with a smile, "What's your name?" Alex hesitated before answering; something about this stranger made him uneasy. But he couldn't shake off the allure of attention from someone seemingly older and wiser. So he told him his name and found out that his name was Mark. They hit it off instantly, talking, drinking and dancing. Before long, Alex decided to call it a night, he wanted to head back to his dorm place. On their way out of the bar, however, Mark offered him a ride and the offer to crash at his place. Since it was late Alex gratefully accepted his offer, they got into Mark's car and drove off. Alex quickly found himself inside a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking downtown Boston, things took an unexpected turn for Alex when he found himself face-to-face with a fully stocked bar and two lines of cocaine laid out on a glass table. Confused but curious at the same time, Alex watched as Mark casually snorted up one line before turning to him with devilish eyes gleaming in anticipation. "I think you should try this," said Mark, his voice now laced with authority and command as he held out the second line towards Alex who hesitated for a moment before taking it from him nervously. The coldness of the powder against his nostrils snapped him back to reality—this wasn't just about having fun anymore; this man wanted something more from him. As if reading his thoughts, Mark produced handcuffs from somewhere behind his back and snapped one onto each wrist before locking them securely together against a heavy-duty eye-hook in the headboard of his king-size bed. Panic set in for Alex as he realised what was about to happen, or rather, what Mark had planned for him all along. Mark climbed onto the bed and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a well-toned torso with a scorpion tattoo just above his briefs. Mark lowered his briefs releasing his angry 9" engorged cock. His gaze locked onto Alex's terrified eyes before he pounced on him like a predator stalking its prey. In one swift motion, Mark pulled down Alex's jeans and underwear exposing his ass cheeks to the cool air of the room. Mark grabbed onto Alex's hips roughly and flipped him over, pushing him face-first onto the bed, hard enough that the impact sent pain shooting through his body. Alex felt his ass cheeks spread wide open for Mark. He felt the hot breath of his attacker against his neck before Mark thrust his oozing raw cock into Alex, his enormous cock splitting open the tight ass of his victim. With each powerful stroke, Alex felt the head of Mark's cock slicking up his busted hole in thick pre-cum that oozed out like venom, seeping into every crevice within Alex's body as it relentlessly invaded him. Mark's voice grew more menacing with each thrust, his words dripping with toxic intent. "You think you can resist me? You're mine now, boy. I'm going to fill you up so full of my cum that there won't be any room left for anyone else in your pathetic little life." He laughed darkly as he saw the realisation dawn on Alex's face—this was no game anymore; he had been violated beyond repair. Tears streaming down Alex's cheeks, crying out in despair knowing that there was nothing he could do now but endure this painful torment inflicted upon him by an experienced predator who seemed to take sadistic pleasure in watching him squirm underneath him. Mark leaned over him, chuckling darkly at Alex's moans and whimpers, whispering dirty words of encouragement into his ear while pounding away relentlessly at his now ruined fuck hole, driving home the message that he was helpless under Mark's control now. The fucking continued for what seemed like an eternity until a humiliated Alex felt a warm stream of liquid seeping out of him and onto the sheets below, signalling his ultimate submission to this twisted game of power play between an experienced daddy figure and a vulnerable young man who had willingly walked into his den of sin. The feelings of humiliation and degradation were overwhelming as Mark's monstrous cock pounded away mercilessly at his prostrate form, leaving no doubt in Alex's mind that he had been utterly defeated. Alex sensed a change in Mark's breathing, feeling the familiar pulsing sensation against his prostate gland, Alex knew that it was too late now. Mark's toxic load was about to explode within him, filling up his hole with his potent cum until there was no room left for anything. "Please don't cum in me!" Alex begged. With a primal roar that echoed through the empty penthouse suite, Mark let loose his venomous load inside Alex's ass like an eruption of molten lava from a volcano's core. The hot sticky fluid flowed freely out of him in massive waves, each stroke sending another torrent surging into Alex's already overwhelmed system until finally...with one last powerful thrust...Mark released his hold on Alex and collapsed onto the bed beside him—panting heavily as he stared down at his ruined victim with an unholy gleam in his eyes. As Mark finally pulled out of him with a loud groan followed by a long slow stroke that sent shivers down Alex's spine, he looked into those cold dead eyes once more before collapsing into an exhausted heap beside him. "Enjoy my Poz babies slut., that was a toxic potent load you just took. No one's going to watch your worthless hole now. Imagine being used up and un-fuckable at 18?" Mark laughed in his face. Alex cried silently into the pillow as he felt the cold steel of a butt plug against his tight hole as Mark forced it home to keep his Poz babies in Alex. A sensation so foreign and unwelcome that Alex couldn't help but scream out in pain as it slowly began its descent into his body.

Back when I used to play safe, there was only one instance where I stopped a guy who wanted to fuck me bare without putting on the condom first. I didn't really feel comfortable with him. All the other times, I didn't really mind a bit of raw foreplay before getting to the main event. I think the most memorable was when I was playing with this guy in a relationship. It had been a few weeks and we were playing as usual. At one point, He massaged his dick into my hole raw and I looked at him and asked, "What about your boyfriend?" He said, "it's okay..." and just continued.

I did exactly this with one bottom who insisted on me wearing a condom. I was rubbing my cock head on his pucker smearing it with precum, and then pushed the head of my cock in. He started out by saying stop but quickly changed his mind "because me being married means I'm probably safe". So I just carried on and fucked him bareback. I did warn him when I was about to cum but he was enjoying himself too much to tell me to pull out.

You not only can get a buzz, but it can also be very dangerous. Alcohol is absorbed very fast this way. Always cut beer or anything alcoholic going up your ass with water. I was always told 3 or 4 parts water to 1 part beer or wine.

I was 13 the first time I came. I'd been playing with myself regular for over a year, would have dry orgasms that felt great but no cum. I had some porn that showed jizz on girls so knew that I was supposed to shoot stuff. Finally happened, I was humping my pillow and it finally happened, it was amazing. From that point on I was cumming at least once a day. Had my first str8 sex at 14, didn't have guy sex until my 20's.

@Jaygusher - Thank you for informing your Fan-Club .... your writing brings us sooo much joy and drives us mad with lust and it makes all of us cummmmm each time - BUT YOU TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED as you are such a GIFTED AUTHOR and understands how to get us going ..... WE WILL BE HERE AWAITING IN ANTICIPATION your next chapter ... :-)) Don't you all here agree?!!!

Love it…always praying they don’t wanna stop and will just load me. Most do, but some don’t…so sad when they’re true to their word. Same if topping. I know it’s non-consensual but will have “An accident” and cum inside them. Love to hear them change their minds and beg for my load. At a wedding in Hilton Head and have bred some straight/bi fratty boys who were so drunk they never asked my status, didn’t ask me to wrap, or didn’t give a shit. Loaded their slutty needy holes.

this is the story of how i became a bottom bitch for the city's best BBC escort PART 1 His name was Tom. We met right after he moved here, he wasn't in the trade at the time. young, actually; he was 19 and I was 23. I was a tall, thin, hung, vers guy at the time. 6'4" 190, with a very thick 8" uncut cock that got a lot of attention. Of course, I suspected his black dick was even bigger. Our first few meetings were just awkward casual stuff, making out here and there, nothing serious. That changed though, one night, when he invited me over to his new apartment. I didn't really know what to expect, but given how hot he was, I was never going to turn him down. Black guys in my town were very rare, and he was 6'1", 200lb, built and packing a 9" uncut thick piece I'd only begun to play with. I knew I wanted him, I just didn't know how badly. At any rate, he told me to head to his place that night, and I obeyed. When I got there, he was chilling on his couch, smoking a joint and watching some bareback porn. I immediately noticed the glass pipe and a small bag of crystal on his table; i'd done the stuff only once before, and I ended up getting raped all night by a guy I'd never seen again - but it was one of the best nights of my life, all the same. I sat down next to him. "You smoke t?" he asked, caressing my thigh. "Done it before, never smoked it though." "You'll like it." he said, as he reached for the pipe and lit it. He took a huge toke, winked at me, and tugged at my shirt. I exhaled as I fell into him, and we kissed gently as he blew the smoke back into my lungs. "See? Have some more." He passed me the pipe, and torched the chamber for me, as I sucked it back, several times more. I sat back, as he did the same. All of a sudden, my body was buzzing; my ass was tingling; my cock shriveled into my balls. As he finished toking, I took off my shirt. "That's better. Make yourself comfortable." He put down the pipe on the table, and sat back down on the couch. All of a sudden, I noticed that his cock was hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, half hard and drooling from the tip. I couldn't stop staring at it. I was transfixed - it was so big, so beautiful, a real man's dick, and I wanted it. Bad. "You like that big black dick, don't you? Why don't you show me how much you like it?" He grabbed my wrist, and drew my hand right onto his dribbling, half-hard member. I grabbed on like my life depended on it and started stroking it. "Show me how much you like that dick, boy." I fell off the couch to my knees, and started sucking on his dick. I couldn't wait to see it erect, it was already huge in my hand, i knew it would be choking my throat in no time. "Yeah, suck that dick, show me how bad you want it." His dick was still semi-hard so I could take it to his balls, but with every stroke it was stiffening, and hitting the back of my throat. "Look at me while you suck my dick." I realized I'd basically tuned out, eyes closed. I looked up. His eyes were locked on mine. It was a completely different person than I'd known before we smoked up. He stroked through my hair, and then grabbed it firmly. "Look at me while you suck my dick," he told me, staring right at me. "I promise," I babbled between strokes, unable to resist. I kept going down on him, eyes locked on his - and his cock just kept getting bigger, and bigger - i couldn't take it anymore. "Good boy. I love watching those sweet white lips on my nigger meat." He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me. "Those lips on my cock head, that's what really gets me off. It's so sensitive - I want you to work that head for me, okay babe?" I nodded, and he pushed me right back down into his crotch. As I engulfed his cockhead with my lips, he kept stroking through my hair and staring right into my eyes. With every moan his cock got harder and harder, until it was an enormous 9" wrist-thick piece of big black meat. "Look how hard you got me, boy. What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" He pulled me up by my hair again, and reached around to finger my hole. I moaned. "What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" he repeated. "I want you..." I whispered. My grip tightened around his now rock-hard, 9x7 uncut member. "WHAT?" "I want you." I said, a little louder. "You want me to WHAT, boy?" "I want you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck this little white hole do you?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me, and I groaned. "Yeah, it looks like you want some nigger meat in this white boy hole of yours." A second finger pushed its way in. "You want me to fuck this white boy pussy?" His fingers were pushing deeper and deeper, and I was losing control. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "What do you want?" "I want you tu fuck my white boy pussy." I said, surprising even myself. He rubbed the fingers he'd pulled out of my ass against my lips. "Get on the bed and spread your legs, I want to eat that hole before I fuck it." He slapped my ass and pushed me off the couch in the diretion of the bedroom. Obviously, I didn't need any further encouragement - all I could think about was his throbbling, droooling, massive cock. I basically leapt onto the bed into the doggy position, legs spread wide. "That is a nice ass you have there, boy. Now you hold still." He grabbed my ass cheeks and groped them, then spread them, and started licking my hole. I lost my mind immediately; the combination of the foreplay and the tina send me completely over the edge. The more he ate my hole the more I needed him, as his tongue drove deeper and deeper into me. It was the most overwhelming rimming I'd ever received. It didn't last long, as he could clearly sense how hungry I was. "That is some nice white boy butt you have there, boy," he whispered in my ear, as he slipped his thumb back into my asshole. "Are you going to let me fuck it?" "Yes, please, please fuck my white boy hole!" I nearly shouted, as his thumb rubbed against my prostate, and my shrunken cock dribbled precum. He added another two fingers to his assault of my ass, pushing deeper, making me moan louder and louder. Then, with three fingers up my ass, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him, sitting me up on the bed. "I will. First, smoke a little more, okay?" He wiggled his fingers inside of me as he stared into my eyes. Then with his spare hand he picked up the pipe from the bedside and passed it to me along with a lighter. "I want to see you take three big tokes, and then I'll fuck this white boy pussy." He thumbed my prostate again and I groaned. I held the pipe as he lit the torch. One. Two. Three. He stared at me through every one, massaging my ass with his fingers. There was no escape. With every breath I was losing control more and more. "Good boy. Hold still, I need some too..." he pulled his hand out of my ass, and the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. "Oh no please don't-" I squealed. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Now shut up and spread your hole again while I get ready to fuck you." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up and kissed me, and then threw me back down onto the bed. "On your knees again, I want to see that hole," he demanded, as he lit the freshly-loaded pipe. I got back up into the doggy position, with my legs spread again. Now that my ass was lubed and fingered it was cold as hell, as well as tingling with hunger to be filled. I was intensely embarassed by my cold, wet rosebud being exposed to the world but knew I had no choice whatsoever. I heard him put the pipe down on the table, and then heard a slapping noise, which was him fastening a cockring to his giant 9" cock and big black balls. "Does that white hole want to get fucked?" he asked. I moaned. "You want some nigger meat in that white boy hole don't you?" I moaned again. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it in you." "I want you to fuck my boy hole," I whimpered, and his hands slid along my hips. His cock slipped through my asscrack, and then rubbed back and forth against my hole. "Tell me you want this nigger meat in your white boy hole," he said, breathing on my neck, his massive, throbbing cockhead pressing, ever so gently but firmly, against my asshole, threatening to enter, but not quite. "Beg for this nigger meat, or you're not getting fucked tonight." "Please, please, fuck my white boy hole, fuck it with your nigger meat, I need your nigger meat in me please, please, pleasssseeee..." I didn't have to fake my petulant tone as the threat of not getting fucked at all, with my ass already wet with anticipation, my whole body shaking with desire, had sent me into complete overdrive. Amd as I kept shouting please, please, please, he thrusted his whole nine inches balls deep into me in one swift, brutal stroke. I froze in ecstasy, as he nibbled my neck as his balls slapped against mine. "Oh am I ever going to fuck this hole of urs. Why didn't you tell me you had such a sweet little pussy, boy." He pulled his dick out to the tip and thrust it right back to the balls. "You white boys have the nicest pussy, and it loves getting fucked by nigger meat don't it?" He continued thrusting into me, over and over. I couldn't even speak, the pleasure was overwhelming. He drove his cock to the hilt, and grabbed my wrist. "Why are you jerking yourself?" his deep voice whispered into my ear again. I didn't even realise I had been furiously masturbating my limp dick since he'd begun fucking me. "That little boy dick isn't going to get hard tonight. You're a white boy pussy, that dick ain't good for nothing. Do you want to get fucked or not?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me, please...." "Good boy," he grabbed both of my wrists and shoved me down onto my stomach, and started thrusting his cock into my ass over and over. "A pussy boy like you doesn't touch his dick. Not if he wants to get fucked. All you need to worry about is how you're going to take this nigger meat, understand? My cock is the only one you're going to think about." I swear i could feel his dick harden even more and push deeper and deeper into my ass. "Tell me, pussy boy, that you won't touch yourself again." "I'm your pussy boy and I won't touch myself again I just want you to fuck me with your nigger meat please please keep fucking me with your nigger meat that's all I want..." He moaned, and shoved me down and doubled his pace of thrusting. "Good. If you need something to do with those soft white boy hands of yours, play with my nipples or my balls, keep your back arched... or smoke some more tina like the slut you are." he suddenly lifted me up and thrust the pipe into my face. "Breathe in, slut." He pushed his dick in to the balls again, and I could feel it throb it was so hard - was he ever getting off on this. So was I. I sucked in deeply. "See? No need to fight it, you have such a hot ass, it deserves dick in it." He took the pipe from me and inhaled a few times himself; each time I could feel his dick harden and heat up, like a threat, or a promise. He dropped the pipe over the bed and grabbed me tightly again. "I thought your white boy ass was going to turn out to be a bit of a slut, but I had no idea what a pussy little bitch you'd turn out to be," he roared at me, as he drilled my ass from behind over and over. He pulled out suddenly to fip me onto my back, and I instincively pulled my legs into my air and he slid his massive cock right back into my ass and continued fucking me. "Turns out you're a born pussy boy, aren't you. Look at this little pussy dick." On my back, there was no hiding my normally 8" dick shriveled to the size of a peanut. He stroked it idly, as if it were funny to him. "This is the last time I ever touch your dick, bitch. Understand? I don't ever want to see it again. All I want is this sweet white boy hole wrapped around my nigger meat. Deal?" He gripped my tiny, soft dick tighter, and picked up the pace of his fucking. "Deal!!" I moaned. "So you're not going to tuch your little boy dick ever again around me? Because you want this nigger meat in your pussy so bad?" "Yes I promise I'll never touch it again I just want you to fuck my white boy pussy!" as this spurted out of my mouth to my own surprise, he grabbed both of my legs and shoved me flat into the bed to fuck me even deeper. "Oh boy, you really are a bitch aren't you. This white ass is just desperate for big black cock. Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut?" He suddenly pulled out of me, and flipped me back onto my knees, and thrust three fingers deep into my hole. "Hahaha, look at you, you're not even going to budge as long as I'm in that pathetic little pussy of yours." He kept fingering my hole and it was true; I couldn't move, it was too fantastic. "You're completely addicted to nigger meat, and I'm going to show you what that means. You're mine now, boy, and I am not letting you go. This pussy is too sweet." I moaned and moaned as he continued fingering my ass. Little did I know what his other hand was up to. "Hold still." His hand withdrew, and I groaned - "HOLD STILL I SAID!" and I didn't dare budge. "A slut hole like this deserves a treat," he whispered. I could feel his cockhead return to my hole, rubbing against it again, this time with a warm tingling sensation. And with one fluid motion he was buried in my ass again, but this time with it came an enormous burning and then an overwhelming pleasure. He'd covered his massive erection in meth and was pounding it into my asshole - and now he was in complete control. Before I could even adjust to the overwhelming sensations he resumed fucking me silly. "What a slutty white boy you are, letting ur ass get booty bumped by nigger meat, what were you thinking? " he boomed, hammering my ass over and over, grabbing my hips tightly, pushing deeper and deeper into my ass than ever before, the meth setting it all on fire with need. "You can't say no to big black dick like this, can you? This pussy is all mine now." "ohhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered, the only word I could muster through the sensory overload. His cock driving the booty bump back and forth into my ass was only making him stiffer and stiffer, and I could barely understand anything beyond the massive black cock that was filling my insides with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck this sweet white boy pussy of yours all night long." He pulled his cock out to the head, and slapped each of my cheeks, and then thrust it back in to the balls. "But you want me to fuck you all night long, don't you boy?" "....yesssss....." I moaned, struggling not to black out. "Yeah? You want your white boy hole bred by this nigger meat don't you? Your boy pussy likes being filled up doesn't it?" My tiny boy cock was frantically spurting precum as he told me exactly what I already knew. There was nothing I wanted more than this god of a man to keep fucking me. "And you're not going to touch that little white boy dick either, are you?" He laughed, and flicked my soft dick with his finger. He pulled his dick out entirely and slapped me across the face to get a response. I nodded frantically and licked hungrily at his nipples. "Yes, I just want to be your boy pussy, I want you to fuck me all night, I want you to breed my hole, please keep fucking me, please, please, please!!" As I submitted completely he rammed his rock-hard cock back into me, drilling me over and over as I screamed nonsense, as his dick kept stroking me deeper and deeper. "GOOD BOY." He locked eyes with me again, and continued fucking me with long, steady strokes from head to balls of his fat 9" cock. "I am going to breed this hole. Repeatedly. As long as you keep being such a well behaved little bitch, you are going to get this dick in you. And that's what you need isn't it?" He pulled out his dick to spit on my hole, and started circling his cockhead around it. "You're addicted to nigger meat now aren't you." "YES YES I'M ADDICTED I NEED IT IN ME PLEASE PUT IT BACK KEEP FUCKING ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG AND BREED MY WHITE HOLE OVER AND OVER" I was thrashing around, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He grabbed me by the throat and drew me to him. His eyes locked onto mine again, dead serious. His cockhead slipped into my hole, just barely. "This is what you are now. A pussy full of nigger meat. What a lucky boy you are. Lots of bitches want this cock, but I picked your pussy to fill up tonight. " I just nodded, as his steel-hard cock slipped back into me. He smiled, and began fucking me relentlessly. "Let's see how many loads I can leave in this hole for you... here comes number one!" He kept fucking me harder and harder. He started groping me frantically, as his cock swelled within me. He lifted me up entirely, and threw me on top of him, and began slamming my ass from below. I started cumming from him fucking me, my tiny boy dick spurting jizz onto his chest. He grinned, slammed his big black cock as deep as it'd go in me, and shot his massive load deep into my guts. I crumpled on top of him, and he kissed me on my neck. "Stay here with me, boy, and I will keep that pussy feeling good." I did. We fucked for another eight hours. He had three more major orgasms, but who knows how many loads he left in my ass. He fucked a few loads out of me as well, without touching my cock of course. We finished well after dawn. When he finally let me go home, he left me with instructions. Keep all his cum in my ass as long as possible, When I came back, I had to wear a jockstrap to hide my cock if I ever wanted to get fucked again. I had to stop shaving my ass crack, as he liked it hairy. And I had to show up spotlessly clean and ready to fuck all night long next time he asked, because once he started in on my ass he couldn't stop. And obviously, I had to smoke tina with him. I agreed to everything instantly. The next time couldn't come soon enough.

TOTALLY agree!

Government always benefits whoever has the most money the most. Definitely since Reagan. Every other stakeholder has been pushed aside. Inflation is mostly because capitalism is working exactly as defined. Government taxing the poor and middle class isn't the problem. Inflation has been really low for the last couple decades, especially since the last time the wealthy blew up the economy in 2008. The problem the poor and middle class have is that all the gains for productivity are going to the top half of one percent, and the top hundredth of one percent even more. Someone is feeding you very bad information. If you want to start with just hard financial data, start with Pikkety's work. But you can also watch Robert Reich's youtube series that basically follows his freshman class.

FWIW: I am, or will be, new to DoxyPEP as my sexual activity level (since it was introduced) hasn't justified it. But I'll be making a visit to a much more "active" climate soon, so I decided to broach the topic with my HIV doctor. I was a little hesitant as his practice is owned by AHF, which was downright negative about PrEP at first and very cautious about DoxyPEP. But to my pleasant surprise he said immediately it was a good thing, and wrote a prescription on the spot for me. I don't know whether or not I'll actually need it, but I'm very pleased it's going to be an option.

I just realised I didn't post after last week's visit to the sauna. My YTD count is 74 loads from 149 fucks. Last week was 5 fucks and 3 loads. The best was a tall young guy in the darkroom. BIG thick cock. I couldn't believe my luck, but he must have seen I was an older guy. Anyway, once he was in, he obviously planned to stay in, until ... well, he fucked and fucked, then blew possibly the biggest load I've ever taken! While he was still in me, it was squirting out and running down my balls. It was incredible.

One of the best things about Trump sycophants is how very many of them eventually reach that "Fuck Around, Find Out" moment.

Here's the thing: you don't get to decide for yourself what's "moral" for everyone else. Sorry, but nobody died and made you king. Every homeowner would have to pay a buttload of money to pay off their mortgages, car notes, and credit card debt, too, but we don't denounce people for buying houses, cars, and other items. Debt is a tool, and like any tool, whether it's used wisely depends in large measure on what you're using it for. When you use it to finance buying an asset, like a house or car, you're investing in something that returns a benefit, whether it's shelter or the ability to get to work to earn money to pay off the house and car (and to eat, and to buy soap, and whatever else you spend your earnings on). When government spends money on highways, it's investing in infrastructure. When it spends it on education, it's investing in the future productivity of upcoming generations. When it invests in pollution remediation, it's investing in the health of those future citizens. When it provides health care or food or shelter for those who can't afford it, it's helping protect a workforce to help support future generations. I'm not saying all government spending is wise; I'm saying that just because YOU think it's not a "core function" doesn't mean it's not worthwhile spending.

I was kinda bored the other night so I headed to the park. There was a new moon, and it was extremely dark. A couple cars were in the lot, but for all I knew they were bashers or undercover cops. The park can be a dangerous place at night, so I erred on the better side of caution. Once in the Tearoom I stopped to let my eyes adjust. It was pitch black, except for incandescent flickers as vehicles traversed the lot. At the urinal, a Tall Dude was getting sucked by a Young Guy. I must have missed part of the action cause his pants were already down around his feet. An Old Fart stole up behind him, spat on his Shaft, and rammed it up the Youngster's Ass. The Kid squealed like a pig, though it sounded kinda funny since his mouth was stuffed with Cock. The Punk struggled to pull off; but the Dude fucking his face gripped his head tightly, and the Troll behind him locked his arms about his waist. He was impaled beyond escape. A few minutes later both men cried out as they shot inside the Kid. The Boy protested vehemently, but choked and gagged as the Tall One spooged down his throat. The two Assailants pulled out; and the defeated, ravaged Youth slumped to the floor. One of the men wrapped his arm around the other, like they were lovers or good friends. The Troll rebuked the Punk, "You're a Tight Fuck, Sonny Boy; but ya gotta learn to play the game." I glanced down at the sobbing Youth. He looked like he was gonna puke, but climbed slowly to his knees. He asked why I hadn't intervened. I shrugged; but he persisted, "WHY!?" "I thought you were havin’ a good time." "Getting’ raped by a couple of Perverts? You call that fun? Fuck you!” Ungrateful Dude! That Boy's response reminded me of how I was ungrateful once. It was during a thunderstorm. I didn't think anyone'd be in the park, but decided to chance it. I was surprised to find several cars in the lot, one of which was a black van. No sooner did I walk into the john than I saw a huge bulky man standing near the urinal. Fuck was he built! In his late 30's, 6'5", solid muscle, bald head, and wearing fatigues. Needless to say I was more than wary—especially of someone who towered over me like that. I looked at him awestruck as I walked past. I'd gotten soaked from the rainstorm and dried myself with toilet paper. I saw the Guy was staring at my stall. I didn't know if he was cruisin’ me or what—so I decided to get the hell outta there. As I walked by he grabbed my arm. He pulled out his Cock. It was a Monster—9", thick as a beer can. He pushed me to my knees and slapped that Monster ‘cross my face, commanding, "SUCK IT!" I did as I was told. It was hard getting the whole thing down my throat, but he fed it to me slowly. Gradually my lips grew moist with his PreCum. He ordered me to follow him to his black van. I noticed all the other cars had gone. It was just he and I left in the park. He pushed me inside. "Got a handle, Sonny?" 'Of course, you Stupid Shit!' I thought; but replied succinctly, "My name is Charles." "Well, Charlie Boy, you and me are gonna party.” He pulled a syringe outta his pocket. Till then I'd done nothing more extreme than Poppers. The Dude took off his jacket and stuck the needle his arm. Fascinated I watched the liquid shit disperse. "Your turn, Boy." He pulled off my Tee. "I don't like needles, Sir." "Yer gonna love this one." God, it was sleazy the way he grinned. He grabbed my trembling arm and plunged the dirty needle in. With the enthusiasm of a condemned man, I watched the once clear fluid, now tainted pink, inject into my bloodstream. I sat transfixed and waited. He roused me from my reverie by gnawing on my Nips. He pulled me to his chest and demanded I succor him in kind. He pushed me down on his Mammoth Shaft and soon Spittle and Precum were drooling from my lips. As I struggled to take him down my throat, he berated me with oaths and curses. I grew erect. It was the drug, I knew. Soon I was slurping on his thick Dick like a Sex-Crazed Prostitute. It was the drug, I knew. The Fag made me pig-out on every inch of his athletic bod. I sucked his Dick. I took his Loads. He batted me about, and I deserved it. The drug again, I knew. He sat on my face, and I ate his shitty Hole. He fucked me raw and took Viagra to keep erect. In turn I used the Poppers he provided. His beefy fist squirreled up my Rectum—up to the wrist—while I begged and moaned for his whole arm. It was the drug, I knew. How hot he was and what and what a worthless Shit I was! The drug again, I knew. He convinced me I was a Fuckin' Slut who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head in accession to all Cummers. It was the drug, I knew. I licked his jockstrap and sucked it clean—the Sweat and Piss and Shit and Cum out of his undergarment. The influence of the drug, I knew. My Pussy was on fire by then. I could have taken a fuckin’ baseball bat and wanted to fuck on forever. The drug again, I knew. I stuck my fingers up my Ass, scooping out the red-brown Goop, and ravaged down the sacrilegious excrement. I woke in the morning, slumped over my steering wheel, with one horrendously sore Ass. I’d learned what a Fuckin' Slut I was—who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head for ingress by all Cummers. I had to be honest—confront myself. It wasn’t just the drug. I knew!

Seeing a guy in a jock is hot, but when I’m fucking a hot hole, I love a guy who is completely naked! I love the feeling of complete skin on skin, nothing between us.

If I've invited someone to fuck me bareback I assume he's going to cum in my ass whether he tells me or not. It can be hot to hear him telling me he's getting ready to blow, but only because I would tell him how much I want his seed. If someone invited me to fuck him I make my expectations clear at the start. I only fuck bareback. I don't pull out for any reason until after I cum. I don't care if it hurts you, I'm not stopping until after I cum.

I've been jacking off all week thinking about converting a neg guy

See to me, this is probably the way - maybe with prep (in hindsight I probably should have just done it myself but with my natural resistance I was concerned that it might cause issues). I have just started the journey but I will be starting meds tomorrow and I aim to get to undetectable as quickly as possible. it’s not even about me - my genetic and chosen families don’t need to be burdened with my health issues, nor do I have any intention on being constantly sick (I’ve already been through that with chronic UC and esophagitis and it’s no fun). Plus I have a great job, a fantastic circle and a life filled with love, fun and opportunities to experience and continue to evolve, inspire and enlighten that I intend to enjoy to the absolute fullest for as long as it is even slightly better than average. I’ve had so many scares- I mean back in the day we had to wait ten days for our test results and that was like torture) - and walked hand in hand with too many others who were not as fortunate as those of us who lived long enough for it not to be a death sentence - to be remotely afraid or even anxious. I know I’ll be fine. But if I could go back to last year and get on prep id much rather take a pill every day because I want to avoid it than to have to take one every day to keep from getting sick. That should be an easy choice and I have no qualms about saying it here despite the obvious. I had natural resistance but that’s not immunity and I knew that and took my chances anyway because I have been at peace with the idea of being infected since I first got bred back in the 80s by a HS classmate. I freaked out and got tested. He died a few years later. Same thing happened many times in my life. Lost three BEST friends and too many others to count and yet I still took as many loads from as many hung black tops as I possibly could with very little care about safety (always hated condoms). I GOT OVER FOR DECADES. And because I did, I will survive and everything will be fine until it isn’t because something happens. im not looking forward to having to disclose. I’m not looking forward to worrying about my health insurance and whether I can afford my meds. I’m not looking forward to telling my husband (although I know it’ll be okay it’s still a shitty conversation to have to have) and I’m not looking forward to dealing with opportunistic infections, side effects from the meds or having to see my doctor every couple months for maintenance. But I’m lucky and blessed and I know it - so to those here who are still negative, think twice before wishing for something else to have to deal with in your life. Its a complication that none of us need. I’m not saying don’t be a whore - be all kinds of whore! But I don’t encourage chasing. The phrase “be careful what you wish for” comes to mind. if you’re on the fence, get on prep until you actually WANT to get pozzed. If that’s your thing, cool. But if you’re just a lazy slut like me who doesn’t actually want to catch anything but doesn’t want to have to be careful, just get on prep and have some doxy handy and then give that hole to anyone who wants it by all means. I know its a breeding forum. But if our society crumbles and becomes a war zone or any one of the many apocalyptic possibilities comes to pass, it’s gonna be a bitch to find meds and a whole bunch of us are gonna end up dropping dead, so I also suggest squirreling away as many pills (arv or prep/doxy) as possible now so you aren’t fucked when shit goes down, which it eventually and inefficiently will.

I remember well summer mornings crowding through Penn station to get out to Freeport with my little igloo cooler and a sheet and walking all the way down to the east end of Jones Beach to be naked with other gay men in the dunes, on the beach, in the water. it was so perfect! And when I was old enough to earn more money and I could go out to Fire Island for the summer. It looks exactly like southern Long Island's coast of sand dunes and beach.

100% gay and total proud faggot here. I like men romantically and love to be a submissive slut.

Part 10: Closing Time Josh: 2:00 a.m. After the last customer left the bar, Josh cut on the lights and started placing the stools on the tables and the bar top so that he could sweep and mop. He was the closer that rainy night, and as such he was the sole employee left in the space. As he was filling the mop bucket in the back, he heard the front door open and close. “Shit,” He thought to himself realizing he’d left it unlocked. He walked out of the kitchen and saw Scott standing there, drenched. “Scott?” he hadn’t seen or heard from the medicated poz top since that fateful night about six months earlier when Scott’s condom broke while fucking Josh. “Hey.” Scott smiled. “What are you doing here?” “I… told Peter about our… about… us. And I guess I wanted you to know I ended it with him. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since… and I’m… just… so sorry. For fucking it all up.” Josh wasn’t really sure how to process the information. On one hand, Scott was his first true gay love and first sexual experience, so the notion that Scott left his long time partner to be with Josh was thrilling. On another hand, he’d been hurt by the abrupt end to their fling, plus a lot had transpired in the time that had passed. But still, seeing Scott standing there, clothing soaked in rain revealing the muscular form of the daddy he’d fallen for, Josh remained attracted to Scott and was moved. “Oh, god, Scott. I’m sorry about you and Peter. And, it’s ok -- I think our timing was just off. I had some shit to work through myself” Josh said as he walked to lock the front door. Scott watched the undergrad’s bubble butt bounce across the room, noting the outline of what appeared to be a jock strap through his tight jeans. Scott’s dick began to awaken from the cold and damp walk to the bar: he wanted to fuck this younger guy so badly. “I want you still if you’ll have me. I want to know you. I want to have you. I want to take care of you. I want to be inside you again. This time, I promise, I’ll have a backup rubber.” Scott grinned and chuckled. Josh wanted to get fucked by Scott again too, but his words escaped him as he grappled with how to update Scott on his exploits, “I want that too. I don’t really know where to begin or what to say or how to… it’s just that you don’t need to wrap up with me. After we… I just really couldn’t think about not having your poz dick in me so I… I wanted to be poz like you, with you, and I…” “Use your words baby. Relax.” Scott said, unable to decipher where Josh was going with this. “I guess I was stupid and careless… but not? I was intentional? Anyway, I have HIV now, Scott. I got pozzed after we…” Josh began, and Scott put his arm around him while processing the shocking news. “I was stupid, I guess, I chased it. I wanted it. I wanted to be connected to you. I know it sounds stupid now. I kind of fell for someone who had it, but that didn’t work out. And I know I’m damaged goods now. But I’m on meds so I’m managing it all but…” Scott threw his tongue down the pale white ginger’s throat, grinding his hardening cock against that of his uncut -- and now poz -- conquest. “You got HIV for, or because of, me?” Scott said, aroused at the twisted notion. Josh nodded his head. “That’s so fucking hot” he said as his hand drifted through Josh’s jock and to his puckered hole. Josh led Scott to the back office as they continued to kiss. Once inside sank to his knees and pulled down his senior’s soaking wet pants. Josh unleashed Scott’s cock from the white briefs. He recalled so many fantasies he’d had of touching this member again, of tasting it, of feeling it inside him. He took his time licking Scott’s daddy dick, from tip to base, relishing the man scent of this older god. Once Scott’s dick was throbbing and leaking precum, Josh stood up, backed onto the desk, sat with legs spread wide, and beckoned Scott’s dick invasion. Scott grinned and lined his pulsing cock up with Josh’s hole and pressed forward. It felt good to be inside Josh, skin to skin, penetrating the red headed prize. Ten minutes of ball deep pounding later, holding the undergad’s ankles wide, Scott grimaced and shouted “I’m cumming!” and finally shot his undetectable load deep into Josh’s guts. Luke and Billy: 2:15 a.m. Luke and Billy made out in the park restroom, shrouded in darkness, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the needing-to-be-serviced cocks that would arrive soon as people exited the bars around town. The door to the squat, cinderblock building opened and closed repeatedly, right on schedule, during the minutes that followed. Soon they were surrounded by horny men fondling, sucking and fucking one another in the shadows. A bony finger tapped Luke’s shoulder and leaned in, “I want to fuck your ass again.” Luke was ready to oblige whoever asked, so he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants to the floor. “Looks like you’re in the brotherhood now.” The voice whispered in Luke’s ear as Luke continued kissing Billy. The stranger was right. The bug had devoured Luke’s former self: his once ample, muscular frame was now thin; his once supple ass was an empty reminder of its former glory; his once beautiful, legendary cock was now mired with frequent blisters, bumps and scabs and toxic discharges. And yet he craved more. The stranger’s long, thin dick was wet with precum as the stranger spat down upon the tip. “I remember when you were a hot fucking thing in here. Sexy soccer stud. Now you’re just a crusty used cunt who no one wants.” Luke still thought of himself as the stud who thrived on sunshine, gym time, and nightlife. But as he felt this poison dick reentering his fuck chute, he turned his head and caught a look at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t that guy anymore. He’d become the toxic whore that Steve had foretold he would become. He saw himself, pale and thin, getting jackhammered from behind by someone equally gaunt and sickly. Luke squeezed his used sphincter around the toxic tool. He wanted more cum, and more he would get. Billy whispered in Luke’s ear “you and I are radioactive lovers. Look at you being used as the cum dump you are. I fucking love you.” And he resumed kissing Luke while the afflicted man pounded Luke’s used ass from behind. Luke’s tender hole could take no more when the man pulled completely out and shouted “I’m gonna fucking cum, you whore.” A spray of jism hit Luke’s tailbone as the stranger’s putrid dick slammed back inside Luke, unleashing volley after volley of fatal load. “I fucking love you too.” Luke whispered in Billy’s ear, relishing in their radioactive love. Steve: 3:00 a.m. Steve stood outside the leather bar smoking a cigarette before hailing a cab. The bug-chasing porn brand didn’t attract the initial pay-per-view online interest that Steve envisioned with the two clips, so Steve decided not to invest additional time or money in the venture. Luke remained an occasional fuck buddy of his, but Steve was not a man to settle down. Luke knew his place as Steve’s fuck hole and progeny, like Billy, but nothing more. So Steve continued pursing other asses to breed, other whores to make, other destinies to set in motion. The gay club next door also let out, and Steve spotted a shirtless guy in his twenties looking lost and without his flock. Steve eye fucked him for a minute or two as his cigarette burned down. Finally, Steve approached the prey and asked “Wanna come back to my place?” “Yeah," he replied, and off they went.

This is a bit of a boner killer - so consider yourself warned. I'm happy to share details if wanted. I'm sharing this because I think sites like this and others are places where we need to feel like we can be pigs without being defrauded or scammed. I myself am deep in pig/pnp culture so shits gonna happen but I don't think that should include being frauded and extorted by fakeass accounts who aren't even fags and are just here to take advantage of us. I've had shit stollen from my house, or money taken at a bathhouse - but it's a real ass person that fucked me and stole from me, not some fake ass person praying on me. DON'T JUST BLOCK IF IT IS TRULY PREDATORY: Plenty of dudes had encountered this and specifically the account involved here...I got several DMs after I posted about it. Some had fallen victim to the scheme, some had just blocked the account recognizing it was bullshit. No one had reported it. We all have felt wronged on this site, so we shouldn't REPORT people who just piss us off or are not into us, but if this is predatory fraudulent behavior we can help each other out by reporting. I exchanged quite a few emails with NKP fraud support today and I trust their intent to keep sites "safe" from fraud. This was one response from them: "I have been an admin on this site for about 12 years and see a lot of what happens. As a team, we catch a majority of the fake and scam accounts. Some are bound to make it past us. It is not just this site that has these scammers (I am sure there are many out there, not sure if it is any type of organized group). I see them on Grindr, scruff, etc. We take these complaints seriously and do what we can to prevent it from happening. They are like whack-a-mole. Take out one and another pops up. But we keep at it. Block and ban them as fast as we can. This is one reason we rely on our members to report this activity. the faster we prevent it and block it, the better." When I shared with several of the guys I was communicating with the profile that was involved in my friend/my experience, the response was "oh yeah, he's been around for a while." Notably, I did a Google image reverse search of his profile image. His profile image is that of a legit San Francisco based escort service, has substantial amounts of reviews, and the site itself has credibility in our community. I actually messaged the legit guy who responded shortly after saying the account was absolutely not him, he was not on NKP and never had been, and was pretty upset his image was being used. DO NOT SEND MONEY: If someone is an unknown to you, never send money. And if you have, don't fall victim to that scheme which then says "oh, shit, you think you could chip in for XXXX" and then I'll be on my way. THEY ARE COUNTING ON FEAR: I share a wide variety of things on these sites as do others; many of us have different comfort levels of how open we are. These predatory fuckers know that people who are frauded in these situations are less likely to report it to authorities (in the case of financial loss) because they would have to explain the situation in which they were defrauded. Don't let that rule you. Start by reporting to the site. One guy told me he had lost over $1000 via a scheme which finally led him to report it to the site. In the case of my friend and me, the lost was $200. I reported immediately. I hope this post comes off as well-intended as it was intended. I want to a be a pig. I wanna be in a community where I can be and I can fuck and use and be who I am. I just don't want motherfuckers ruining it by praying on us when we will never have a chance at their load. I've been stone cold sober for 48 hours and gonna take one more night of rest before being back on the train of swapping loads. Happy weekend fags.

i volunteer

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Tonight. The weekend started on Friday, after being fucked raw by a hung mate for over 12 hours and still no load (but a very awesome feeling hole, I love how it feels after a long hard pounding, I like to know I’ve been fucked) I hooked up with an overweight and unattractive to me guy. He came over, loved my little round ass and got hard and went in. For the absence of any doubt (or pulling out at the last minute) as he fucked me bare I made it clear I wanted his cum in me. He duly emptied himself in me and was very happy. I had a big strangers load in me, off a guy I didn’t like. I’m just a cumslut at times, I feel good for having no standards, any load off anyone is my standard.

Yah, the first time I literally exploded. I was laying in my bed using this handheld Wahl massager at the base of my head. It was just this insane eruption that shot up and hit my face and left a rope of cum down my chest and stomach haha No orgasm since has matched in intensity even when I've done long-term chastity and then was allowed to masturbate. It was probably that fear of what might happen as I finally came for the first time that made it so magical.

Austin stated in an interview if he did, I can’t remember the exact one, but it was either with masculine Jason or demystifying gay porn or one of the ones that are smaller blogs do that he was a sex addict and so I’m wondering that seems like it could be related. I don’t know if you’re a sex addict if you have more chances of being being a pedophile or a young person in your child pornography, but if there is some sort of correlation there or or relation, hopefully he can get some psychological treatment but I wouldn’t hold my breath. The federal prison system, is understaffed , and it seems like our prisons now are mostly just focused on punishment resident rehab rehab rehabilitation.

Older Neighbor Friend Part 2 Jake stayed buried in me....hand still on my cock. I noticed Jake was shaking a little as every drop of man cum left his body. Slowly, he stopped shaking and then his eyes opened and a big smile crossed his face. "oh fuck Tim, I am still dripping in you! That was so fucking hot. Your ass feels so good on my cock. Did you enjoy it too baby?" Jake asked I smiled wider than I had in a long time. "yes daddy, it was better than anything I could imagine". Jake slowly pulled his softening cock from in me and collapsed on top of me, head on my shoulder. He was breathing harder than me and I just wrapped my arms around him. I whispered to him, "I would love that again sometime". Jake raised his head from my shoulder and looked at me. "Tim, anytime you want me inside of you please let me know. I loved fucking you. Honestly Tim, I want to breed you so much". I closed my eyes and smiled, and then I felt his cum load making its way through my insides. I smiled even wider. Jake and I finally parted and agreed to take a quick shower and hit the pool one more time before I had to go. "Let me go start the shower Tim", Jake said as he got off of me and left me on his bed. "I will call you in when it is hot". I watched him walk into the bathroom, just making out his big balls as he walked. I heard the shower water start as I closed my eyes to relive what had just taken place. I was covered in my own cum and also laying in a growing pool of Jake's cum, as I could feel his load slowly leaking out of me. My mind flashed back to first seeing his beautiful cock at the pool to now. As my eyes were still closed, I reached my hand down to feel my now wet and slightly sore ass. I had never felt like this before. There was cum on my ass cheeks and on the bed. I moved my fingers up to my inner ass cheeks, spread my legs slightly, and ran a finger around my ass hole, it seemed puffy and so wet. I was amazed at how much cum there was. "Tim, the shower is nice and warm, come join me", I heard Jake say from the bathroom. I immediately snapped out of my dream and got up off the bed, my legs a little wobbly when my feet hit the floor. It was now that I started to feel the bigger part of Jake's load using gravity to exit my body. I could actually feel his cum starting to run down my inner thigh. Jake had a little bit bigger shower in his bathroom, which was very nice. I pulled the door open and saw him standing there, front to me and back to the shower, letting the water run down his body. I had to stare at his beautiful full man cock for a second. He was gorgeous, seemed to be a little less than semi hard. "Come on in and shut the door", he said. I got all the way in and pulled the glass door shut behind me. Jake said, "here babe, you stand under the water I have to piss". He grabbed me by the shoulders and led me around so I was under the water. Jake stood in front of me and turned slightly and started to pee. I couldn't take my eyes off of Jake's cock as it let loose a long stream of piss. Jake just let out a low groan. "whew, needed to pee bad, glad you don't mind", Jake said. "I love watching you pee Jake, if I am being honest". As Jake's stream slowed to a trickle he guided my hand to his cock and asked me to squeeze out the last. Of course I obliged and in doing so aimed his cock at me. Jake hit me with the last few spurts of his piss. That was a first, and it was very hot! "Damn Tim, that was nice to see. We might have to visit this again one day" Jake said smiling. "I agree with that sir". "Turn around Tim, let me wash your ass and get you clean". I turned my back to Jake and I felt him rubbing my back. I then heard him getting a wash cloth ready then felt him rubbing it around my ass cheeks, getting my body soapy. I felt one of my ass cheeks pulled apart and his finger enter me. My head fell back and my legs automatically spread open further. "Fuck boy, I can feel my cum in you. Sorry babe, I put a lot in you this time, but damn glad! it was needed". "please don't ever say sorry Jake, I loved it so much and wouldn't ever change a thing", I told him. Jake withdrew his finger from my aching ass and pulled me close, bring his face to ear. "I can't wait to fuck you again Tim, I hope it is soon". I felt Jake's big cock on the side of my ass cheek and starting to grow. "please sir, I need you to fuck me again, anytime you want". :watch out Tim, I just might get used to your ass on my cock". And now his cock was hard up against my back. I knew what I wanted so I reached back and held on to his big cock. At the same time I took a small step forward and bend over slightly. Then guided his big manly dick towards my ass crack. "are you sure Tim? I can wait, but it has to be soon". I continued guiding Jake's cock until I felt the head reach my wet hole. I turned to Jake, "please cum in me one more time today. please sir". Jake took his cock from my hand and told me, "spread your ass open for daddy, I need to be in your ass again". I did just that, pulling my ass apart. immediately I felt Jake's cock head poking at my sore ass ring. My own cock started growing immediately as his cock touched my hole. "that's it baby boy, open up for me", Jake said. I felt his cock head starting to spread me open. I started pushing out, as he had taught me, at the same time as he pushed his cock in. The sensation of my my sore ass ring was a little tender, but that gave way to the immense pleasure I started feeling from his cock spreading me open! 'pop' and his cock was in me, continuing to invade my insides again. I let go of my ass cheeks and braced myself on the wall ahead of me. I felt Jake's hands grip my waist as he continued to push into me. Fuck, it felt so amazing. This time Jake was not stopping, but pushing deep into me with one long stroke. Soon I felt Jake's body against my ass cheeks. "Tim, the heat from your ass is amazing. I can feel your body pulsing around my cock." I could feel it too. His cock was all the way in me, deeper that it was only a short time ago, I was sure of it. By now my cock was so hard and I needed to stroke it. As I began to stroke my cock I felt Jake start to pull out and then push back in again. This happened over and over, the pace quickening with each motion. "I need to fuck you Tim, fuck you deep and fill you with my load". "Please don't stop daddy, please fuck me full of your cum. I want it all". I was getting all that I wanted now. There was no stopping Jake now, not that I would, but I knew he was taking ownership of my ass and I was very happy. "Daddy I am cumming", I yelled. my orgasm started as soon as I told him that, he was stroking me just right and I shot another load onto his shower floor. I felt Jake grab my hips harder and shove as deep as he could. "take my load boy". I felt his cock grow and shoot and pulse in me like I already knew he could do. That cock was reaching so deep in me, I had never felt anything like it. To me, we were bonding and becoming one. Jake held me close and held us still. He was breathing so hard, which is so sexy to me. Jake started to relax his body and with that I could feel his cock shrinking and starting to slide out of me. "Damn boy, I do love fucking you. thank you for that again." As soon as Jake finally eased his wet cock out of me, I felt a huge drop of his cum drop out of me. Jake smacked my ass. I stood fully and turned around and looked down. Even shrinking Jake's big cock was just so damn sexy! I fell to my knees and lifted his heavy cock to my mouth. I had to taste his cock just out of me. His cock tasted a little musky, but wonderfully salty with his cum covering it. Jake put his hand on my head and pushed it back a bit to look into my eyes. "Tim, you are so amazing and so glad we met". He then lifted me and embraced me, kissing me deeply. Jake and I finished washing up and holding each other in the warm shower. It felt so great. This man could do anything to me, and with me. I loved being with him, it was everything I had wanted. When we were finally dressed again in shorts, it was time for me to head home. Jake walked me to the door, before opening it, kissed me deeply and grabbed my ass roughly. "Tim, please come back soon, anytime, ok?". "Jake, I want that so bad, I want to see you a lot". Jake smiled, "maybe I should just lock the door and never let you leave." We both laughed, but it was a great idea. Jake then looked a little serious. "Tim, I know that we both loved having natural sex today, and I am so thankful you wanted to do that with me, give yourself that way, but I know there is a risk with me fucking you raw. If you ever feel unsafe, please tell me and I will wear a condom. ok?. Just embraced Jake harder. Then I looked up at him in the eyes, "please don't ever meantion it again. I love your bare cock in me, the best feeling of my life so far.". I paused for a moment and then continued, "I just want so much more Jake". Jake kissed me again, "you will get it all then my baby boy".

Fisting trade lad My Grindr sounded with a message from a fit as fuck tradie lad working nearby and asking if he could toy my hole while he wanked off over his lunchtime. The thought of perhaps having him wank over my hole was too much to resist so I agreed. I asked him what he needed and he asked me to leave a couple of toys out for use while he wanked. I was to be hooded and ass up for anon and he loved playing with a cunt when his Mrs wasn’t around. I agreed and was in my pup mask and ass up when he arrived with a large butt plug fully inserted. He stripped off to his white Nike worn socks. He was soon pulling on the plug and stuffing it back it as he stretched my hole with it. I could hear him huffing on poppers. He swapped the plug for a dildo and gave my hole some deep and hard thrusts with it. Then he swapped to using his fingers to open and stretch my hole, I huffed on poppers and let him. It felt amazing as he took his time opening me up with one hand and wanking with other. He was trying to get his wanking hand into my hole. Then he changed his plan and used both hands to stretch me open. He was using his thumbs on the stretch when I felt his dick inside the gape. I could tell he was teasing my cunt and he removed his thumbs so my hole closed around his dick. He was suitably turned on to start fucking my cunt. So much for just wanting to toy my hole. I’m not sure if that was his intention but he was now just giving my cunt a good horny fucking and he was good too making use of my opened sloppy cunt. Then he was back on his knees working my hole open more stretching me to the limit with his fist and cock together. When he was done he shoved his dick back inside and told me it was time to get a load in that stretched cunt. He banged me until he was ready to breed me. He clearly got off using a sloppy cum bucket and was soon shooting jizz inside me. When he was done, like a typical straight guy, he couldn’t resist pulling his semi cum cock out and waving it about against my ass and sliding back inside my cummy hole for good measure. He tagged my ass FIST n FUCK, got dressed and left me used n dripping.

I bartend. It’s a lot of late nights. The best thing about it is spending my night getting revved up, and then being released out in to the darkness, horned and desperate to be used once my shift is over. Last weekend I was feeling exceptionally horny after my shift, and I decided to stop by a cruisey park after work. It was all the usual game. A dark park, cool breeze, shadows of trees mingling in the park lights as men hurry past each other not knowing if the fellow in the opposite direction is a cop, some dimwit, or the next notch on your belt. I was dressed in fitting jeans and solid black dress shirt unbuttoned down to my stomach that is carrying a little more ponch than I’d like. I’m more dad-bod than former athlete nowadays, but with a thick ass, tight hole, and desperate cum-hunger, I do more than okay. I walked slowly just enjoying the evening. The air was cooled off, and I enjoyed it blowing on my exposed hairy chest. I caught the eye of several men strolling along the paths, as they caught mine. But one fella in particular looked exceptionally sexy to me. He was tall, about 6’3. And thin. But he had a strut that oozed confidence. I hoped he was oozing something else. I made my way off the paved path, into a small clearing that was secluded by several boulders. It was almost as if this area was designed for men to sneak off and fuck. Talk trees blocked lights, and the boulders were the perfect objects to lean on and bend over. As I heard his footsteps get closer I unbuckled my belt to signal that I was not just out for an evening stroll. He approached and I finally got to see how young he was. Tall and lanky, with a beautiful dark complexion. He had a fitted hat on, a loose hoodie, snug jeans, and the latest Jordans. He couldn’t have been more than 25, and was rubbing the front of his jeans. ”Yo. Whatcha looking for?” I squatted down and said “Whatever you’ve got”. He walked over confidently and said “You want everything I got?” He slid down the front of his unbuttoned jeans, and pulled out his long cock. It must have been about 8 inches and thin, but it was perfect to me. I reached out and took it towards my mouth, feeling his soft skin and warmth on my lips as it filled me and I moaned “Mmmmmhmmmmm!” He sighed as I went to work. His cock rapidly thickening in girth as he groaned in approval. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Suck that cock.” I slid up and down as he rubbed my head. I pulled my poppers out, and inhaled slowly in one nostril as I slid down his shaft. Then slowly back up and down his shaft again, as I inhaled on the other nostril. “Fuck yeah, daddy! Sniff that shit. You gon’ need them!” By this point, I had undone my pants and shifted them to my ankles. My ass was exposed, as I prefer to wear a jockstrap (since you never know when someone will need access). I was slowly sucking his beautiful cock, and trying to slobber all over it, as I didn’t bring lube. But dripping drool all over my hand and working it on my hole to prepare myself. One way or another, I was leaving with a load in my ass tonight. He grabbed my head and forced his full manhood into my throat, as he pulled my hips upward. This was all so he could explore my hole. He massaged my cheeks gently, but it was all yo get to hole, already slick with my spit. He rubbed one finger around, and then inside me. That was when I felts his long and sharp nails. The finger inside me was lightly scratching me. I chalked it up to the impatience and inelegance of youth when it came to sex. ”You want my raw hole, baby?” I asked in my poppers induced haze, as drool dripped off his cock. “Fuck yeah bitch. Turn around and show me that pussy.” I complied and turned around placing my hand on the boulder. I took one more long hit of poppers, as I felt his thick cockhead start to probe my hole. He spread my cheeks with one hand, and aimed his cock with the other. My lips stretched around it slowly, and he took his time as he entered me. Every slight thrust forward opened me up a little more as he slid in. I winced in pain as he got to my second ring, but breathed relief as he pushed past it and releases another moan. ”Goddamn your pussy is tight!” “Open me up, baby! Use me to dump your fucking load.” He slid out slowly leaving his head in me, and then back inside me a little quicker. He started to do this rhythmically, as each thrust pushed me up against the boulder. He pulled out and spit on his cock and my hole. As he added this slickness, I took a long hit from my little brown bottle and begged home to fuck me some more. Before I knew it, he was back inside me and working up a quicker pace. His speed kept picking up, and I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. He grabbed my throat as he moved on top of my back, and turning my face towards his, impaled my mouth with his tongue. ”You want these babies?” He breathlessly asked in my ear as he pulled his mouth away from mine. ”Yes!” I exclaimed, “Shoot that seed deep in me! Give me your babies!” He picked up the pace, and I felt like I was getting ripped open, but he was somehow rubbing up against my prostate and the pleasure was too intense. I arched my back even further, and forced my ass as far back onto his cock as I could. He was breathing heavier, and suddenly yelled out, “Take my AIDS babies bitch!!!” My cock exploded in my jockstrap, as he thrusted his meat into my well worked hole. His full body weight was pinning me to the boulder, and his hand was pressing my face into the rock, as he used his other hand to remove his cock from me. I had spent the last several minutes up on my toes, as it was the perfect way to get his tall frame to meld with mine. But at this point I had collapsed on the ground. He stumbled backwards, breathing heavily. Then quickly pulled up his pants (probably worried that someone had just heard that, and cops were coming to shut us down). As I picked myself up, I could feel his warm cum start to slowly drip out of my ass. I quickly worked to catch it on my hand and taste it so it wouldn’t go to waste. ”Baby, that was amazing!” I said. ”Shut the fuck up slut!” He snapped at me, and turned around to jet off as he zipped up. He was gone as I turned around and leaned my back against the boulder. It then dawned on me that he said he had AIDS. But it was too late, and the poz chasing monster inside me was awakened. I was desperate for more. I pulled up my jeans and fixed myself, before I walked out of the clearing. I was on a mission to quench my unbearable poz thirst.

Yes the best stories are based on truth, names are changed and details altered slightly!