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I awoke the next morning feeling strangely calm. No panic or depression blanketed me. Yes, the exhibitionist had gone too far, of that there was no question. But I also knew I needed to acknowledge and find safe places to let the exhibitionist out. I had overheard some of the guys at the firehall sing the praises of Craig’s list to arrange ‘hookups’ so for the first time I checked it out. I typed ‘safe sex, gay’ in the search bar and a couple dozen adds popped up. All but one were from individuals looking for a safe hookup. The one remaining ad took and held my attention if was for a ‘safe sex party’ on the upcoming Friday night. It promised 2 dozen guys who would sign a pledge on entering the venue, ‘they promised to only engage in safe sex, only fucking with condoms.’ ‘Perfect’ I thought, and made arrangements to be at the venue when the doors opened. There were plenty of hunky guys in the entry line, and the energy crackled with flirtation. I signed my pledge form stripped down to my jock strap and made my way to the bar. I was relieved to hear they would keep a running tab for me to settle up when I left. I bought shots for the three of us waiting at the bar, and out of gratitude the other two did the same. I walked away happily a little tipsy with a Gin and Tonic to nurse. Guys were still arriving, but the action had already started. As I sipped away at my drink I watched a couple of blow jobs, a few guys rimming and saw one top suite up and enter his eager bottom’s ass. I was feeling great and confident, in the safety of a committed crowd I wouldn’t fall into my stupid risky behaviour. I had staked out a good location to watch when a very tall slim bear cub slipped in beside me and moved his big hand to rest on my exposed ass cheek. I quickly looked him over from head to toe. His nicely formed head was shaved and a trim beard framed his handsome face with bedroom blue eyes. His smile was intoxicating. As I mentioned he was slim but his body was beautifully hairy. His thong underwear crotch was clearly almost bursting with an already semi hard on. I followed his bold move with my ass and grabbed his cloth covered cock. His first words to me were; “You want to sample this cock don’t you? And I don’t mean with your sweet mouth.” “Fuck me, what gave me away?” I responded “Your sexy jock is a dead give away.” By this point one of his fingers had found and penetrated my hole. He bent over and kissed me on the lips. “Come with me, I know the best place to fuck you.” As I followed him, I enquired; “So have you been to one of these party’s before? You seem to know your way around.” “Oh fuck man, many times. These parties are a blast.” “Yeah, I was drawn to a place with safe sex.” I blurted. I was led to a private dark nook away from most of the action and swept up in passionate making out. More than one moistened fingers were pushed up my ass. He stopped kissing me long enough to ask, “Do you mind if I get out of this thong?” “I’d mind if you didn’t!” I responded with laughter. I was moving to take his massive member in my mouth when he turned me and bent me against the black wall. His tongue was soon joining his fingers tickling and delighting my ass. I wasn’t hiding my moans of pleasure. At just the right moment he rose up behind me and hugged me from behind. The hair of his body felt amazing on my back. He began to nibble on my ear as his foreskin moved around my hole. He soon must have retracted it because the sensation on my sensitive ass changed. His raw mushroom head felt amazing teasing my hairy hole. The pleasure of my moans increased unmistakably. “You like my raw cock head teasing your hole, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear. I just moaned all the more. “How much of a rule breaker are you anyway? Tell me you want me to put the tip in, just the tip.” He teased. “Oh yeah, just the tip, you know me.” He was already increasing the pressure with his mushroom head at my hole as I continued. “But I can’t. I promised, I signed the pledge.” “Just the tip won’t break the pledge. Besides you know as well as I do breaking the rules makes it all the more exciting.” The tip had already penetrated my ring before he finished. I gasped in pain, but the gasp couldn’t hide the equal measure of delight. “How’s it feel to have broken your safe sex pledge?” he taunted. ”Magnificent, too bad there’s not an audience.” I confessed. He turned my head to notice the three guys standing in the light at the entrance to our nook. Each had an erection in their hands. “If we’re gonna break the rules you may as well bottom out in me with your naked cock.” I said loud enough for the audience to hear. He pushed balls deep in one swift move. This gasp was unmistakably pleasure with only a slight ting of pain. Asking for our observers; “How many times have you had a naked cock up this ass?” Quickly tabulating, I blurted a number. I had no idea if it was right, I don’t even remember if I said 6 or 7. “Great slut, and how many sheathed cocks have graced this hungry ass?” again he asked to the other guys watching. “None.” I said dejectedly. “None? You’ve always given up this ass without the use of a condom. You have heard of AIDS haven’t you?” “Doesn’t scare me one bit!” I lied with anger fueled false confidence. “And how many of those guys shot their load up your ass?” he challenged. I stepped up to the challenge, I had an audience; “Every one of them, every one of their anonymous breeding’s, 100 %” “And here you are with a raw cock up your ass at a ‘safe sex party’. You are a rule breaker, aren’t you? Are you man enough to tell these guys what you really want from me.” “Finish destroying my pledge, fuck and breed me with these guys as your witness. Make sure I leave hear with cum dripping out of my risk taking, rule breaking, slutty ass.” Yup, fuck me he did. And as his long slender erection shot all over my guts he bellowed; “Breeding your rule breaking ass!” He then encouraged our observers to follow his lead. Two of them slipped into my cum dripping ass, quickly raw fucked me and shot off their seed. When I returned to the bigger room a guy stepped away from watching a hot scene and blocked my path. “How many loads?” he queried. “What the fuck do you mean?” I asked in anger. ‘Why had I only worn an open ass jock strap?’ “I just watched you come out of Blake’s BB Nookie. He seduces newbies in there every party. They all leave with at least one load in their unsuspecting asses. When we realized what he was doing in there some of us decided to bend the rules as well. So, how many guys loads?” he again questioned. “Three … but I really came here to practice safe sex” I whined. “I know” his voice was warm and understanding, “Next time you can meet that ideal. In the meantime, come home with me and let’s see how many loads I can add to that soup in your ass.” “I shouldn’t.” I protested. I did. I ended the night with six stranger’s loads marinating in my guts.

Invited my two newest college boi fuck toys over for some fun last night. One I've previously mentioned, the other is also 18 and very twinkish. Told them that it would be a threesome, and if they wanted to come over, everyone was going to fuck and everyone was going to get fucked. Now, both of them have always been bottoms, and one of them previously said he's never topped before. Anyway, they both agreed and showed up around 7PM. Told them if they wanted daddy's dick and cum inside them tonight, I wanted to see a good show first. We all messed around for a bit, and then I sat back and watched as they played with one another. They made out for a while and sucked one another. Took a bit of prodding, but they both rimmed one another as well. After the initial ick factor wore off, they both seem to enjoy giving and receiving. Ask who wanted to top first and told them to go at it however they wanted, but each one had to inseminate the other. The one thing I did want them to do is ride one another and make out while doing so. They went at it like good bois and fucked until both had been filled with cum. Had them get on all fours next to one another so I could rim them, and then fuck them both. Bred one of them and plugged them both to keep their asses full of cum. By this time they were hard again and said it was time for them to fuck daddy. Both of them made me proud as they pounded my hole good and both bred me. Afterwards I plugged myself and fucked the other I hadn't bred yet. We laid around for a while, sucked one another, and got ready for another round. Told them we were going to do a fuck train and maybe even try a DP. Each one of us took turns in different positions, but I could tell they loved being in the middle. Asked them if they'd like to DP me, which they did without hesitation. I was in pure bliss having two rock hard 18 year old cocks up my asshole, and especially when they both bred me again. They spent the night and we fucked around more this morning before they went home. Both said they enjoyed topping a lot more than they thought they would, and will definitely do it again. They clearly hit it off and I would not be surprised if they started hooking up with one another.

As tempted as I was to be livid with myself for making the effort to go to a safe sex party and then with my first encounter totally destroy any credibility of my pledge, I remained calm and accepting. I had tried depression and despair, I hide tried judgement and shame. They had only fit like heavy energy wasting cloaks. Accepting the needs of my exhibitionist seemed to be far more life giving. Then I met Fred. I met him at a Saturday morning farmer’s market. There was something about him that emboldened me to invite him for a coffee after he was sold out and his truck was packed away. He was like the dark-haired opposite to my blondness. From the tuft of hair at the throat of his shirt I was pretty sure he shared my bodies hairiness. Our chat was relaxed and enjoyable, with just a hint of mutual flirt. We exchanged numbers and committed to a follow up date. On that date we both expressed our amazement that we had not ended up in bed having animalistic sex. Then we committed to taking this slow, whatever it was meant to be. No sex until at least the fifth date. I was astounded I had not only agreed to but even proposed such a preposterous thing. On my way home from that very date my car pulled into the cruising woods parking lot all on its own. I lied to myself that I had only meant no sex with him until at least the fifth date. I left the parking lot with three loads in my ass. The next night, in a cozy booth, in an Italian restaurant Fred laughed about how hard he had fought to keep himself from putting on some porn and masturbating after he got home. He’d had a long hot bath instead, slept like a baby, and woke incredibly proud of himself in the morning. He thanked me for my preposterous proposal. I smiled and cautiously asked, “So you think no sex means no porn?” “Yeah, of course.” He laughed, “Don’t worry, if you didn’t think that’s what you meant and beat off last night I can forgive you. You get a do over. No sex starts now. No porn until after our fifth date. Two to go after tonight.” “Rriiiiggghht!” I stretched the word hoping for comedic. He seemed to buy it We both desperately wanted to fuck so rushed the next two dates into breakfast the next morning, and drinks and a game the next day. We bee-lined to my student digs as soon as we could. The moment the door closed we ripped each other’s clothes off. My back was on the bed and heals in the air before he could say ‘Bob’s my uncle.’ He smiled at me, kinked his head, and it was his turn to stretch out “Rriiiggghht!” This didn’t stop him from diving for my hole with his mouth. Fred knew how to rim and tongue fuck. My ass almost went into orgasms this oral treatment felt so good. When he stood and teased my hole with the tip of his seven-inch erection he was smiling again; “You love my naked cock head teasing your hole don’t you?” “Mmmmm, yeah.” Was all I could manage. “Next thing you’ll ask me to just put the tip in before I suite up. Right?” “I can’t lie. I love skin on skin. I’m so fuckin turned on by you right now. Just the tip?” “First the naked tip, then balls deep, then just a little fucking and you’ll ask me not to cum in you. I know how this goes.” He was not annoyed but he stepped back and asked where I kept the condoms. Only then I remembered they had never been brought in from my car. “Ummm … they’re umm … out in my car. I’m sorry, but I’m okay with doing it without. We both want this.” He leaned in to kiss me and I thought the fuck was back on. After a sweet peck he pulled back and said “We do. Just safely.” Like a petulant child I wined; “But I hate condoms. I want to feel you skin to skin. I want you to shoot your baby makers inside me.” “You sweet talker. Sounds like a great plan.” He responded. “Great, fuck me now!” I blurted “I’d love to, but my cocks not going into you without a condom. Well at least not until we’ve both had time to be tested. So, either one of us go to your car right now or we’ll have to go to plan B.” “What’s plan B?” I wondered out loud. He engulfed my hard cock in his mouth and three fingers began to vigorously fuck my ass. When he pulled off to catch his breath he asked if I liked plan B. “I love plan B if it includes a chance to suck you off. Could that be arranged?” He was already climbing on the bed moving us into 69 position. With his cock deep down my throat I felt him reposition my tool in his mouth and a finger slid into my ass. His finger soon found my prostate and messaged away. It was not long before I was blasting deep down his throat. He moved up and laid beside me kissing me with his cummy lips. I went back to work on his beautiful erection for the next ten minutes. It was all I could do to keep myself from climbing up and mounting his cock with my ass. I swear he could read my mind, “You’re thinking about sitting on my raw cock and riding me like a bareback horse aren’t you.” I pulled off his cock long enough to say, “You can’t blame me, can you?” and I went right back to work with my mouth. “And you want to ride me until I unload painting your guts, right?” I didn’t have time to answer. His geyser was flooding my throat. “Let’s get tested tomorrow.” He said enthusiastically I was so proud of myself as I closed my door when he was leaving. I’d finally had sex and not ended up with the guys load in my ass. I’d had safe sex. Furthermore, he was willing to get tested so we could have condomless sex. This was a brilliant solution. As long as I only had sex with him, I wouldn’t need to worry anymore about safe sex. The two weeks wait for the results of the tests were excruciating. As well as my terror, I was certain my test would come back positive, there was holding off on our sex lives. Plan B was fine, and we used it often, but it just wasn’t real fucking. And we both ached to do it. We counted the days like waiting for Christmas. I had a further burden. My car kept wanting to go to the cruising forest. I lost the battle on the last night of the wait. At least I managed to restrict the sex to sucking down one guys load before I fled to safety. We got together for lunch so we could go to the clinic to get our results. As he predicted his tests were all clear. To my amazement so were mine. We made plans to meet at my digs that night and fuck like rabbits. His instructions were clear; “Don’t bring those fucking condoms up from your car.” I didn’t. I would never tell Fred, but the next day I went to another clinic and used a false name to have a second check. I was certain the first had been a false negative. This however didn’t stop or inhibit me for our celebratory fuck. Before the door was even closed we were tearing each other’s clothes off. I was no sooner naked than I was on my back with my feet in the air. He moved to dive down and eat my ass but I stopped him. “I prelubed with Vaseline just in case you tried to fool me with your own condoms. Get that naked cock in my starving ass right now.” He spread out the cock tip tease at my hole as long as he could. He was driving me crazy, and he loved it. “You ready for the tip?” he asked. “I was ready two weeks ago.” I complained. He breached my ring. The pain was exquisite. “Ok, ready for half my raw cock before I pull out and suite up.” He teased. “Vaseline! The condom won’t last two minutes.” I teased back. “Then I’ll just have to …” as he pushed in balls deep. After so many weeks it felt amazing to have the heat of a man’s cock resting inside my ass. We kissed passionately and then he asked; “Are you ready for more?” He didn’t wait for my answer and started pounding away. His hands had a vice grip on my shoulders and held me solid against his piston blasts. Only a dozen pumps in and he was grunting as his hot cum filled my insides. We cuddled for a half hour and we were ready for round two. I got him hard with my mouth and then sat on him guiding his naked cock into my dripping hole. I road him for a full hour before he blasted the second load into me. As we cuddled, I asked if he was good for three. He wasn’t very confident but said he would try. I worked his cock forever with my mouth until he admitted he was close. I jumped up and mounted his cock and he was soon spewing his babies all over my gut walls. He collapsed into a deep sleep beside me. I fingered my dripping ass and sucked off all the cum and asa juices.This satisfied me for a few minutes, but I was soon craving more cock and cum. As great as sharing my bed with him was, I couldn’t get the cruising woods out of my mind. I finally fell into a fitful sleep. The next two weeks were terrifying as I secretly waited for the results of the second test. This didn’t stop me from our daily unsafe sexual exploits. The sex with Fred was great, but I knew it also bored me. Every time I passed the cruising woods I had to fight the car from pulling in. I was so relieved when I left the second clinic with a negative result that I leaned against my car to regain the breath I had been holding. When I opened my eyes I saw the clinic shared their parking lot with an adult bookstore. Even though I had never been to one before I decided what better place to celebrate. I could suck a cock or three through a glory hole, have a great time, and Fred would never be the wiser. Within moments of entering, I was in a booth with a big fat cock in my mouth. I hadn’t bothered to peek at the body attached to the cock. I just sucked on it with relish and abandon. I got some sense that he might be getting close and without thinking stood, spun around, and backed my ass onto his naked cock. He unloaded in me immediately. When I came to my senses I thought; ‘Fuck, what a waist of that second test.’ “Fuck it!” I said out loud to no one. I heard him leave his booth and someone take his place. A small flaccid cock came through the glory hole and my mouth instinctively glommed onto it. When it was hard I quickly pushed into my ass. Through the gloryhole on the other side of the booth I could now see a guy’s face. He called quietly, “So is he doing you raw?” I responded, “Stick your boner through that hole and you can find out firsthand.” Within moments his long slender hard on was poking through the hole and just as quickly I spun and pushed my ass onto his naked cock. He unleashed deep inside me as we coupled. The guy through the other hole was now watching and suggested I open my door. I followed instructions and he entered my booth leaving the door wide open. He was a middle-aged fat man. I didn’t care. I bent against the back wall and he fucked me with great relish. After he deposited his load three more guys were watching through the open door. I motioned for them to come in and one after the other they quickly fucked and added their loads. No one said anything about condoms. I crawled into bed with Fred that night with six strangers’ questionable sperm in my ass. I was relieved when he didn’t start with his mouth at my ass. When he reached for the Vaseline I cracked and told him we wouldn’t need that. With no further questions he plunged into my sloppy hole balls deep. “So, how many guys fucked and bred you today?” He was calm as a cucumber. “Six.” “No wonder it’s making such a sloshing sound. Well, mine will make seven, and it’ll be the last load you ever get out of me. I’m not mad. I’ve known your true nature all along. You’re not the monogamous type. And I’d be willing to open our relationship, but I also know you couldn’t commit to using condoms. I should have just listened to you the first night and gone ahead and fucked you while the condoms were in your car. But then we wouldn’t have had these awesome few weeks.” He proceeded to make such gentle caring love to me. He was jerking me off as we came together. Him as promised in my ass, me all over my hairy tummy. He collapsed into a full body hug on top of me and I collapsed into tears. He just kept holding me and the tears progressed to wailing. He just rocked me like a baby. He kept this up until I was gasping to get my breath. He wiped tears from my eyes and cooed; “There, there my pet. You’ll be alright.” When I was completely over my cry he said to me, “Come along, get dressed, I know just what you need.” I had no idea what he was suggesting but was too drained to put up a fight or resist. He drove me to the cruising woods, had me strip and lean against a tree. As guys fucked and bred my ass he went and scouted out more coaching them to take me raw and egging them on until they made their deposits. We left as the sun was rising and I had seventeen guys cum marinating in my ass. Fred dropped me back home and I never saw him again. So much for a relationship and monogamy to keep my sex life safe.

Bill smiled when he saw Kevin descending the stairs, naked and carrying his clothes. Sid had told him about the scene upstairs "took to it like a duck to water," he'd said. Bill pictured the sperm swimming in Kevin's belly and thought it wouldn't be long before he and his partner, Eric, were both in the club. "Hello, Kevin," he said "Finished the job upstairs? Why are you naked?" Kevin flushed. "Yeah...the cistern is fixed. "He looked over to Sid who was sitting drinking tea in the little lounge off reception. "Er...Sid said it would be okay...you know...since I'm here..." He tailed off in embarrassment. Bill laughed. "Don't worry. I know him and Arthur fucked you silly upstairs. It's nice to have a newbie. Give me your stuff and I'll put it in a locker." Kevin's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat as he handed over his clothes and stood naked against the counter. Bill smiled to himself. The sauna was quite busy today, there were a couple of guys in the lounge with Sid eyeing up Kevin's ample backside and more were up in the TV lounge. He had an idea which would turn this nervous little guy into a pig and ensure he went home pregnant. "Let me show you around," he said "Let's start with the basement...."

I dropped into a deep depression. I struggled to get out of bed each morning. I stopped going to school entirely, I lost all faith in myself. I had only had sex twice in my life. Both times with strangers. And both times I had risked my life with unsafe sex. I had allowed both men to cum in my ass and strangely relished holding their questionable seed in me as long as I could. I must have a death wish. I couldn’t trust myself to have sex ever again. And life without sex seemed useless. I felt utterly hopeless. Each day dragged out in aimless torture for the next three weeks. Any time I thought about sex or saw something on the tube related to it I would deeply chastise my growing horniness. The only activity I could manage was to fulfill my voluntary shifts at the fire hall. Some of the guys began to notice and asked if I was OK. I lied and said I was fine. There was no way I could talk to any of them about my problem. I was so deeply ashamed. Time spent at the fire hall was the only time I felt any semblance of normalcy. What grew deep inside me was the sense of how much joy I felt being around handsome fit men. The shame would relax and I would remember the excitement I felt making the calendar and participating in ‘The Full Monte’. I got more clarity about how much exhibitionism is a deep part of my being and strangely makes me feel so fulfilled. I worked late that night and found myself pulling into the parking lot at the cruising woods on my way home. When the sick feeling emerged in my stomach, I reminded myself I didn’t need to do anything. I formulated a plan. A plan to celebrate my exhibitionist nature among men who would appreciate the view. After all, there were lots of cars, so there must be lots of men on the trails. Between two vehicles I stripped relishing the cool air gently flowing over my naked nether regions. I pulled my jeans back on commando and decided not to fasten the waist band button. I put my runners back on sockless and tossed my unused clothes back in my car. As I walked into the woods, I felt a lightness of being I hadn’t felt in weeks. I soon came upon two guys getting ready to fuck and my heart began to race as my cock began to respond. The top was rolling a condom onto his substantial cock. That’s when I remembered I hadn’t brought any condoms and a moment of panic set in. I quickly caught and calmed myself remembering my promise to only enjoy my exhibitionism. It occurred to me part of that was enjoying other’s exhibitionism. And these guys were certainly happy to have an audience. Their fuck didn’t last long until the top was blasting inside the bottom. I was excited to see the condom covered cock withdrawn, the bottom remove the condom and clean the cock with his mouth. I was sure I was inspired to insist on a condom if someone offered to fuck me. The next coupling I saw was an old, guy on his knees sucking offer a monster of a man with a proportionately mammoth dick. The old guy could barely fit the girth down his throat, yet he still managed to bring the giant to orgasm. The river of cum gushed out of his mouth and all over his face and hair. Again, I felt inspired thinking ‘I may not be able to get fucked but I can suck off a cock or two and be egged on by guys that stop to watch. I soon found a very nervous young guy who allowed me to suck him off. I was delighted with the taste of his load and swallowed it all. Observers had gathered round and in quick succession I sucked down two more loads. By the fourth blowjob my inner exhibitionist was in full throttle. I stood and bent to suck this stranger’s cock so that I could drop my jeans and fondle my own hard on. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my exposed hole. This was followed quickly by a mouth riming my pucker hole and whiskers scratching my ass cheeks. I thought to myself; ‘I should have expected this, but it’s safe enough, relax and enjoy!” Between the luscious cock in my mouth and the pleasurable ministrations to my hole I soon got lost in the moment. Somehow, I didn’t even notice the cock in my ass until the guy blew his load down my throat. As soon as my mouth was empty I turned my head and asked the bear in my ass if he was wearing a condom. “Do you have one?” he asked me. “No, don’t you? I replied. “I’m already balls deep, do you want me to stop?” he wondered. “Of course not.” I blurted. “Just don’t cum in me.” That’s when the gathered crowd started chanting; “Breed him, breed the slut!” His pace picked up and felt amazing, especially with an audience. “I’m very close. Where do you want my load?” “Come in him, breed his slutty ass!” the crowd answered. I saw and felt the excitement of the crowd, I instantly knew I couldn’t disappoint them. “Do as they ask, cum in my slutty ass.” He was pulsing away deep in me before I even finished saying this. The bear pulled out and another raw cock was deep inside me before I could think. The crowd was back to chanting “Breed him, breed the slut!” My exhibitionist was in full control and had no intention of disappointing my fans. When it was time, I begged for the next four loads to paint my gut walls. I returned to my car with five loads dripping from my ass. I felt higher than a kite. It was only when I climbed into bed that confusion crept in. ‘Why had I done and allowed such dangerous sex? Why had I once again put my health at such risk?’

Escorting through the AIDS pandemic … bareback! In the spring of 1988, I had finished my first year of college and was heading home for the summer to work with our small-town fire department. I had been volunteering with them since I was 16. By sixteen I had matured into a 6 foot, handsome, blonde, with a gym bunny body. It was a gift of pure genetics, I didn’t have to work to develop my six pack abs and muscular arms and shoulders. Well, other than the years of helping my dad milk the cows and other farm chores. Every year the fire hall chose a charity to support, and the guys posed for a beefcake calendar. You’ve all seen these, each month a shirtless fireman hunk in a suggestive sexy pose somewhere in the fire hall. They always wanted to include me, but my age was a problem. That was until the spring of 1988, and I couldn’t have been happier. On the day of my photo shoot the photographer had me strip down to my waterproof trousers and rubber boots. I hung off the back of one of the trucks. After a half hour of taking shots he told me it just wasn’t working for him. He suggested we go outside and hook up a fire hose, he wanted to capture me with more action. I was game. In front of the station glass doors he captured stunning shots of my half naked self spraying the hose full blast. My face was plastered with a mischievous smile from ear to ear. The calendars sold like hot cakes and the women who bought them wanted me to sign their copies. I took a razing from the other jealous guys, but it was all good natured. Fast forward to the next fall. I decided to volunteer with the fire department in the city where I was going to college. They jumped at my application when they saw all my experience. They too had a tradition of fundraising for their community. Being in a big city they didn’t feel as restricted in picking their cause as my small-town fire department had been. They had chosen to raise funds for an organization that supported sex workers; providing legal, health and counselling support. Rather than a beefcake calendar they were planning a talent show evening culminating in a ‘Full Monty’ style dance by six of the hunkiest firefighters. The calendar shoot had awakened me to my exhibitionist side and I was delighted to be chosen. The evenings of the next six weeks were devoted to working with a dance coach. It was a stretch to finish my studies, but I was committed to putting my best foot forward. By the last week our team of six were very comfortable mirroring each others moves and stripping down to our flesh-coloured jock straps. We were one hot looking line up by the end of the dance. Too bad the final reveal had floodlights flash on behind us blinding the audience, On the second last night of rehearsal, three days before the show, the dance instructor sat us down at the start of our evening. He informed us it was decision time. The group of us needed to vote on how far we were willing to go. Would we end the show in the jock straps, or in the spirit of supporting sex workers were we willing to go ‘all the way’, Full Monty, full frontal nudity! You can imagine, the debate went on for quite some time. Two of the family men were adamant they would withdraw if the group chose full frontal nudity. A secrete ballot was finally held. Two against going ‘all the way’, one spoiled ballot and three in favour of ‘full frontal nudity.’ In case you’re wondering, I didn’t spoil my ballot. None of my family was coming to this show. The two fathers left and four of us started into the rehearsal with some stretches and rudimentary movement review. The tension in the room was palpable. As it didn’t dissipate with time our dance instructor named the elephant in the room. “You’re all distracted by the thought of getting naked, aren’t you?” A couple of the guys looked at the ceiling, one guy looked at his feet, and I looked to the dance instructor and almost imperceptibly nodded my head. “Fair enough guys. I suggest you just get out of your clothes right now.” To emphasize his point, he pulled his tee-shirt over his head and released the draw string on his sweatpants. When we saw he was commando we all quickly shucked our clothes. If there had been tension before you could now cut it with a knife. We repeated some stretches and some dance moves, but it was clear this wasn’t getting us anywhere. We were handed skipping ropes and told to skip as fast as we could. We skipped naked for five minutes, at ten minutes I was dripping wet and sure he’d stop us, but we powered on to fifteen. When we were instructed to stop we all collapsed to the floor wet hair clinging to our scalp and wherever else our bodies were covered. The instructor must have anticipated this because we were each tossed a big fluffy towel. As we were drying ourselves, he wrapped his towel around his middle and began a sultry dance through our naked bodies. When he had our attention, he moved up on to our rehearsal stage and turned on some sexy saxophone recording. He continued to strut his stuff eventually loosening his towel and using it to perform the most erotic tantalizing performance I had ever witnessed. Eventually he tossed the towel all together and added stroking his member to the hypnotic dance. As the recording built to it’s climax, he had a ragging hard on and was beating off with a mission. On the final super seductive note his cum spewed all over the stage. The four of us stood silent for a bit. Then slowly began to clap and soon we collapsed in uproarious laughter. “Your turn guys. Who’s going first.” We all instantly flushed red with embarrassment. He looked directly at me and nodded. I pulled on my sweat shorts and wife beater t before mounting the stage. The sexy sax music began, and my inner exhibitionist screamed “let’s have at it!” I was so lost in the euphoria of this opportunity I didn’t even notice stripping off my shirt. Feeling the cool air on my hairy chest and nipples, I also notice my sweats were tenting a bit. I was already semi hard. I added playing with my dick through my shorts to my routine. That’s when the dance instructor starting hooting and adding encouragement. The others soon joined in. When I was ready to doff my shorts, I turned my back to the group. They cat called and whistled as I shook my naked ass at them. When I finally turned, I was jacking my 8 inch erection. I was so turned on I couldn’t hold back and roped after rope of my cum spewed over the edge of the stage. When the cheering died down the instructor spoke up. “That’s exactly what we need. Who’s next.” One by one the other three strutted their stuff. The next two didn’t cum on stage. But gave pretty good performances overall. The last guy, Ted, had grabbed the costume for the show and slipped into it. His strip tease was flawless. When he was down to his jock strap, he jumped off the stage and dance seductively among us. On the third pass through the group, he started touching, an arm, a muscular chest, he kissed one guys neck and touched my semi hard cock. He never missed a beat of the music. As the recording was building to it’s climax Ted moved in on our instructor. The instructor reached out and started jerking Ted’s magnificent ten-inch pole. Just before the last note the instructor leaned forward taking Ted’s cock deep into his throat. We watched in awe as pulse after pulse of Ted’s ejaculation pumped down the throat of our instructor. He swallowed every drop. After a long moment of shear silence our clapping and cheering broke out. When this subsided, we were informed that was enough for tonight. Tomorrow we’d practice our performance for the last time before the show. The final practice went extremely well. Everyone was totally focused, and we only needed to polish two our three moves before reaching the big reveal. I knew the moment was coming soon and had growing concern as I realized I was sporting a semi. The moment came to release the final strap of my jock and out popped my semi. I quickly covered my privates with my hands. “Don’t do that,” the familiar voice of our instructor. “Full Monte, remember.” I dropped my hands and looked to see two of the other guys were also semi-hard. Our cocks looked amazing! On the night of the show, I was so funkin pumped! So were the others, especially Ted. The crowd went wild the moment we danced out on stage. Our timing and coordination came off extremely well and the energy from the crowed was electrifying. Our backs were turned to the crowd when the rip-pants flew off. They now had an unobstructed view of our naked asses and went wild with cheers and cat calls. In the moment before I was to turn around, I realized I was fully hard. My eight-inch cock was peaking over the waist band of my jock. There was no time to adjust so I spun around. On the way around I noticed Ted’s ten-inch monster had escaped out the side of his pouch. The one full minute of dancing until the full reveal felt like an eternity to me. Our hats were moved to cover our crotches, the last strap released, the jocks fell to the floor, and quickly our hats were flung into the screaming crowd. The flood lights from behind us that were meant to blind the audience which had always worked perfectly in rehearsal didn’t illuminate. Four totally naked, full-frontal nudity, handsome men, two with raging hard ons stood front and center on the well lit stage. We eventually looked at each other and started our bows. The crowd was on its feet and raising the roof. We kept taking more bows. Eventually Ted took hold of my hard cock and guided me off stage. The other two slipped off the other side. To shouts of “encore, encore” we went out for three more bows. At the after-party Ted and I were approached by a photographer. He brought us a round of tequila shots and complimented us on the show. We chatted for a bit and were given another round of shots before he proposed we pose for him and the ‘naked men’ coffee table book he was currently working on. A week later Ted and I arrived at the warehouse with the photographer’s living space and studio. He was generous with drinks from his well stocked bar. He showed us three or four sets of shots of guys for his project. They were all very handsome and sexy. The photos were of excellent quality and very artistic. The cocks were at varying stages of soft and hard, some full-on raging boners. There was no deception as far as what he was looking for from us. It was finally time to get out of our clothes and in front of the camara. Classical music played loudly and Ted stripped and went first. It was clear he was every bit and more the exhibitionist than me. By the time he got to his hard on shots I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I was already hard when I stripped for my turn. The photographer told me not to worry. He made me so at ease that a half hour later I had relaxed to a semi. As I’m a grower and not a shower so I was not disappointed he didn’t get any pics of my flaccid cock. We were encouraged to stay nude, and three more rounds of shots were served. “I’d love to photograph the two of you together. I loved the way you led him off stage pulling on his beautiful hard dick Ted. Might you be willing to get intimate in front of my camara. I’ll fully understand if I’m asking too much.” Ted didn’t hesitate; “Sounds fucking awesome man, I’m up for it.” I demurred and half chuckled, “Ummm …. I …. Um, I don’t know … you might need to ply me with more booze ….” The glasses were poured almost before I finished stuttering. Three more shots slid down my throat in quick succession. You need to know I had never been intimate with anyone before this moment. Small town firehalls are very homophobic, or at least they were back in the 1980’s. Long hours of work on the farm and with my studies, I’ve never been the sharpest pencil in the drawer, so had to study long and hard to satisfy my hard working conservative parents. And the AIDS epidemic! I had thought I might be gay. I loved being naked and seeing the other guys in the school showers. But even in my first year of college I had not allowed myself to do anything, even though there had been offers. Ted grabbing my dick on stage had been the first anyone else had ever touched my private organ. Ted leaned in and kissed me. My mouth responded eagerly and naturally. As he pulled away, he asked, “Is that OK? Might we continue?” “Can you guys do that again? Can I capture this on film?” I didn’t say a word, I quickly poured myself another shot, tipped it back, leaned in pulling Ted in for a passionate kiss and released any inhibitions that might have been clinging and holding me back. I was so swept up in Ted and my naked bodies exploring each other that I totally forgot about the rapped clicking of the camara. When Ted deep throated my hard cock, I immediately blasted my load deep down his throat. When he pulled off licking his lips I crumbled in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control myself!” Ted reassured me, “Fuck man, that was fucking amazing! You have nothing to apologize for.” “He’s right, that was amazing. And I’m certain I got great shots. So fucking hot guys, so fucking hot. Don’t stop there, please continue.” It felt a little awkward for a few minutes but soon Ted had captivated me with his passionate love making skills. We moved to a king-size bed and my body was being worshiped with tender passionate kisses. Soon I was on my back with my legs in the air and Ted was giving me my first glorious rimming. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I was so turned on that this handsome butch man was willing to put his mouth on my ass. Soon his tongue was darting in and out of my hole and I blasted another load all over my belly and chest. Ted didn’t miss a beat lapping up the cum as he made his way up to kiss me on the mouth. I had tasted my cum before, just never on the lips of another human being. My head was spinning. “I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?” Ted whispered in my ear I could already feel his mammoth cock tapping at my hole. When I didn’t respond Ted asked the photographer, “Do you have any condoms? I wasn’t expecting this and didn’t come prepared?” “Sure. But let me get some closeups of your naked cock teasing his hole first. Would that be OK?” They both looked at me and I meekly nodded. The photographer moved close, and the camera clicked away. Ted’s raw cock was being messaged against my wet hole and it felt amazing. I almost missed hearing the photographer suggesting; “Just push in the tip. This is too fucking hot. You’ll take the tip won’t you?” I meekly nodded. The pain of penetration was unbelievable, and I tried to push Ted’s monster out. He was clearly experienced with this response and far stronger than me. The photographer spoke; “I know it hurts now but give me a few moments to record this with pictures, the pain will subside. And it’s just the tip.” As closeup picks were clicked of my impaled hairy ass and grimacing face I noticed the pain was subsiding. I was further surprised to notice a strong thought forming in my mind; “I want more than the tip.” As if reading my mind the photographer spoke again; “Yes, go for it, let him in a bit further. These are amazing shots.” I looked into Ted’s questioning eyes, relaxed my ass and pushed further onto his raw cock. My mind was screaming at me, “He’s not wearing a condom, what the fuck are you doing.” But my body just kept sucking his huge tool in deeper and deeper. “Hold it there. I want to capture your pubes pressed against his ass. …. Great. Now pull out halfway so there is no question you are in him naked.” As Ted followed these instructions he spoke, clearly nervous; “Your ass feels amazing. It’s been so long since I was in an ass raw, I love this. … but I don’t know how long I can last. It feels so wrong, so fucking bad, and I love it.” “So do I … love it that is … just don’t cum in me. I need you to really fuck me before you pull out … I need to remember my first fuck as amazing.” “Give him what he wants!” from the photographer. Ted began to pound, and I pushed onto his raw tool with every bit of exuberance he was offering. Within a few strokes he was warning with ragged breath; “Fuck man, I’m so close!” “Don’t cum in me, … and don’t stop … this is amazing!” “Fuck … oh fuck!” He was flooding my ass. “Shit, did you just cum in my ass?” “I couldn’t help it. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” His deflating cock was still deep in my ass. “Let me get closups as you pull out. …. Great …. Can you push some cum out …. This is too rich not to photograph.” I followed the directions as I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t have allowed that, but fuck it feels great … all of it.” That’s when Ted dove to fletch out my hole. The camera kept clicking up to and including the moment Ted moved up dropping some of his cum from his mouth into mine. We moved into a deep embrace and kiss and got lost once again in each other. Before I could give it any thought his member had hardened and was sliding back into my now well lubricated hole. We fucked in a dozen different positions for the next hour. When I knew he was getting close I begged him to cum in me. Before we were done, he had pumped two more loads into me painting my gut walls. Ted and I chatted in the shower. I admitted how much I enjoyed the experience and how frighted I was until I heard him confess, he hadn’t fucked anyone raw in a long time. All the blood drained from his face. “Shit man, I’m sorry. I got carried away at a sex party last week. This hot guy I was making out with just wanted to put the tip in. My defenses were down. I left the party with four strangers loads dripping from my hole. FUCK, we should have used a condom!”

6. Taking Sir’s load had made my ex so horny for raw cock that when Sir wouldn’t fuck him he’d given in and found someone else. Was that what Sir wanted me to do? Is that what I had to do if I wanted him inside me again? Was that something I was interested in? It was one thing to give in to Sir’s irresistible animal magnetism, but to be fucked by some random guy… As I thought about it thought my cock started to stiffen, and my hole gave a twitch. I thought about my ex taking guy after guy that first night after he told me about Sir. I thought about the freedom he described after giving in. Was this what Sir had been describing when he said that for boys like me getting bred was addictive? I’d thought he’d just meant I’d be addicted to his loads, but now… the more I thought about it… I wanted his, I wanted to be his boy… but I also wanted that freedom. I wanted to feel another man cum inside me… but was I ready? My phone buzzed and I snatched it up thinking it was probably from Sir or another tidbit from my ex. I was almost disappointed to see it was from my friend Jack. “What are you doing tonight? Let’s go out!” It said. I didn’t really want to go out… I wanted to spend my night talking Sir’s cock over and over but that wasn’t going to happen unless… Maybe a distraction would be good, get me out of this cycle of horniness and desperation. Maybe that would make what I wanted easier. “Sure!” I responded, “Where?” “I was thinking Tank.” Tank was one of three gay bars in town and usually skewed older, but they did usually have a good DJ on the weekends and the drinks weren’t terribly expensive so it could be a good time. “Ok! Meet you at the bus stop at 9?” “Perfect see you then!” I took a quick shower; rummaged through my clothes and found something good for going out in (fun but nothing slutty); had a quick bite to eat; and headed down to the bus stop. Jack was already waiting for me when I got there. Jack and I had met the year before in my lit class and had hit it off right away. I’d often suspected that he had a little bit of a crush on me, but as I’d been in a committed relationship I’d never really thought about him in that way. Now, seeing him under the light of the bus shelter, I took him in a new. He was tall, blonde, and tousle haired. He had clear green eyes and a little light-colored stubble on his cheeks. Tonight he was dressed in a black sheer tank that showed off his square shoulders and strong but thin arms, and tight black jeans. He definitely looked like he was dressed to get laid. “Hi!” He shouted as I got closer, “Oh my god, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” “I know. This semester’s been killer. I feel like I haven’t seen anyone.” “Seriously. How’s things, how’s Dan?” I paused hearing my ex’s name. How did I explain what happened? I opted for half of the truth, “He and I… well… we broke up. But its ok! Its mutual and we’re both happy with where we’re at. We still talk and its totally cool.” “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” “No really, its ok. It was a little bit ago,” a small white lie to get out of explain that he’d cucked me as he became a cumdump for an older man that I was now lusting after, “and we’re both very happy with it.” “Well, then you need this night out as much as I do!” He grinned, his eyes flicking up and down my body quickly. What did he have in mind, I wondered. The bus trip was quiet and uneventful. We chatted easily about school, the couple of dates Jack had been on. We’d never really talked about sex much but the news about my breakup seemed to have emboldened Jack. While in the past stories about him going on dates always trailed off with a “and then we…you know” he now finished with, “and I fucked him for the rest of the night.” Hearing Jack talk about topping made me see in him a bit of a new light. My eyes drifted to the crotch of his tight jeans, hunting for a hint of what was packed inside. Once I thought Jack caught me looking. He just grinned. Tank was packed. You wouldn’t have thought there were enough gay men in a town this size to fill up a gay bar let alone three but on the weekends there they were. We fought our way to the bar, ordered two cocktails and started checking out the place. It took us a couple of drinks to get up our courage but we were both soon out on the dance floor wiggling about with abandon. Eventually we ran into a few other guys we knew from school and formed a circle all dancing together, chatting a little over the music. Jack and I kept catching each other’s eye across the circle. Then suddenly this narrow waisted twink appeared grinding against Jack. I found myself a little jealous and Jack took the boy by the waist and started to grind against his ass. I watched the dance, getting more and more bold till the boy spun around and started making out with Jack. Then they vanished. Caught up in the twisting mass of bodies on the dance floor they receded into the distance and I lost them. I pushed it out of my mind and started dancing with another one of our friends. It was fun dancing with abandon again, not feeling like I was doing something wrong grinding against someone. I spun around the group, dancing with everyone in turn, all laughing and drunken grins but nothing forward or intentionally sexual. I’d lost track of time when Jack finally reappeared. “Where have you been,” I said, as Jack came up dancing next to me. “Oh, here and there,” he grinned cheekily. “And what happened to your new friend?” I asked cheekily, to disguise the flash of jealousy I felt. “Well if you must know,” Jack said leaning in close to my ear, “I bred him in the bathroom and he’s now dancing with his friends with my load deep in his guts.” I was shocked to hear Jack talk like that. He was so clean cut and mild mannered looking I had been surprised to learn he was a top, and I was downright shocked to find out he was a fucking raw. “Did I shock you,” he chuckled, “Let me guess, even with your monogamous BF you always used condoms?” “Well… yes… yes we did…” “Prude,” he said smiling, and very my ass a playful smack. “I said we did… I didn’t say I still do.” My four tequila sodas had made me feel bold. “Great, now I’ll have competition as a college top who fucks raw.” He rolled his eyes but was still smiling. I leaned in close to his ear and said, “What makes you think I’m still a top?” “Shit! You broke up with your boyfriend, became a bottom and ditched the condoms. That’s quite the reversal.” “Too bad you already fucked that twink…” “Why is that?” We were nose to nose now. If one of us moved our head an inch we’d be kissing. “Cause I then I could have been the one dancing with your load inside me.” His hand shot up and grabbed the back of my head pulling me into a desperate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and I pressed myself into him. I grabbed at his waist, holding myself tight against his body and our mouths crushed together. His fingers intertwined with my hair and he pulled my face back. “You really want me to breed you in the bathroom of this bar?” I looked Jack in the eyes, seeing the hunger that now burned there, swallowed, and said, “Fuck yes. I want your load deep inside me.” “Follow me then slut.” He grabbed my hand and lead me off through the crowd. We slipped past the line for the main bathroom and a around a corner of the bar to a small single occupancy handicapped stall. Jack confidently pulled the door open and ushered me inside. As soon as the door locked his hands were all over me. He pulled me into another frantic kiss as his hands made their way down my body. He found my belt and undid it, quickly dropping my pants to the ground. In one swift motion he spun me around and bent me over so I was holding on to the railing sticking out of the wall. He tugged off my briefs and let out a low whistle. “Fuck you’ve got a nice ass. Perfectly furry. Its going to look so good wrapped around my cock.” He spat on my hole and dove forward jamming his tongue into my ass. I moaned loudly as he began to tongue fuck me. I reached back with one hand and pulled his head into my hole, trying to drive his tongue deeper. Jack worked fast, soon my hole was slick with spit and starting to bloom open. He stood up and dropped another big wad of spit onto his hand before smearing the head and shaft of his thick cock with it. He bent over me, lined up his cock, and sunk it inside my quivering guts. It was different than taking Sir’s cock. Jack’s didn’t come with the mysterious hypnotic qualities, but it felt good. It felt better than good, it felt amazing. I whimpered as he bottomed out in me, chewing on the back of my neck. He quickly picked up the pace. This was a bathroom pump and dump not a romantic night of passion. He held onto my hips firmly and drove his cock deep inside me over and over again. I was sweating and babbling like a dumb slut. I guess I am a dumb slut, I thought, I’m bent over in a bathroom stall taking a guy’s raw cock with hundreds of people on the other side of a thin door. The sound of the dance floor pounded in my ears as Jack hammered away at my hole. “Fuck yes, your hole feels so fucking good,” he growled into my ear. “If breaking up with Dan is what it took to get you to be a slutty cumdump… fuck… I’m glad you broke up.” “Yeah… fuck! Use my hole Jack! Breed me. Give me your load.” “I never imagined I’d hear you begging for cock. Its so hot.” “I need it! I need your cum inside me. It feels so fucking good! Breed my hole!” “Take it you fucking slut! Take my fucking load.” He rammed his cock as deep in my hole as it he could and held it there as he unloaded in me. Heat spread through my guts as his load flooded my hole. I moaned and whimpered, savoring every throb of his cock. “Fuck that felt so good.” I said as he pulled out. “Seriously,” Jack said pulling me around to kiss me again. “It was so fucking hot hearing you beg for my cock. “I’m glad,” I broke our kiss and got on my knees. I quickly cleaned his cock before tucking it back in his jeans and getting up to kiss him again, “and hopefully that won’t be the last time you fuck me.” “Any time you need it slut.” He kissed me again, and said, “I’m going to go back to dancing. Enjoy the load.” He opened the door and left me there with my pants and underwear still around my ankles, my cock hard as a rock and completely ignored. I quickly locked the door to the bathroom, bent over and took as good a picture of my freshly fucked hole as I could and sent it to Sir saying. “I’m sorry Sir, I couldn’t take it anymore. I found out a friend is a top and only fucks raw… I couldn’t help myself.” Sir’s text came right away. “Good boy. How did it feel taking someone else’s raw cock?” “It felt amazing! Not as good as yours Sir, but it was so fucking hot. He bred me in the bathroom of a bar.” “Fucking pig! I’m proud of you.” Just then there came a knock on the door. Panicked I finally pulled up my pants, and made to leave the bathroom. I was surprised when I opened the door and another one of the guys we’d been hanging out with was standing there. “Oh good, you’re still here,” he said looking a little sheepish. “What?” I asked, still standing in the door of the bathroom. “Well… um… Jack said…” he paused and got up his courage, “Jack said he just dumped a big load in you and… and if I hurried I might be able to get some sloppy seconds.” I looked at him, suddenly feeling very bold and powerful. “Are you saying you want to fuck me too?” “I’ve got a three day load I need to blow and I love fucking a cummy hole.” “Get inside,” I said and pulled him in the bathroom. Ten minutes later, with another load planted deep in my hole, I texted Sir. “You’ll never believe what just happened Sir.”

I don't consider it evidence of anyone's moderation. Perhaps the problem is that you are imagining why we welcome endorsements from the Cheneys so that your imagination can fit your narrative. As any Democrat worth his salt will tell you: the Cheneys do not agree with the Democratic Party's stance on pretty much anything (except same-sex marriage, given that one of Dick's daughters is a married lesbian; Liz was initially opposed to same-sex marriage but has come around). But they, and we, agree that Trump is an existential threat to democracy in this country, especially with a Supreme Court determined to give him immunity for almost anything he does as president. And the point we make is that if someone as conservative (in the true sense of the word) as Dick Cheney or Liz Cheney can accept and endorse Kamala Harris over the senile rapist who'll let the worst of the worst take over the government permanently, then we happily accept their help, and hope we both live to argue policy another day. They don't buy the idiotic rhetoric that Kamala represents a communist plot to destroy America or any of the other garbage the right and its idiot supporters are pushing.

Chapter 5 “Somebody is eager there, hm? You´re sexy when you let your slutty self take control baby!” said Jamal from beside me. I hadn´t even realized he had already sat down beside Taron again. I looked towards him and my eyes caught on his thick tool, sticking up from his thigh towards the ceiling, getting even thicker each second. I just noticed I was staring (again!), when Taron´s dick dropped out of my mouth. I blinked in surprise, took it in my hand and put it back in my mouth, before I realized both Taron and Jamal were having trouble holding back their laughter. “Fuck man!” Taron suddenly burst out “He´s such a perfect little slut!” Cupping my cheek he was looking down on me and saying “Aren´t you my fucking subby little slutboy?” I might have taken offense by that comment had I been in my right mind, but… oh well, I don´t need to tell you, do I? So I just nodded, grinning as far as his cock allowed me and went further down on it, while wriggling my togue in his piss slit. I loved this dick! Had it been this delicious a minute ago? Before I could answer this question, Taron´s hand pulled me up and Jamal put his lips on mine, making out with me while pushing another dense cloud down my lungs. I exhaled while I hungrily made out with him and loved the feeling of his short beard scraping my lips and his tongue invading my mouth that his friend´s cock had just been in mere seconds ago. Before I could lose myself in the sensation even more, he pulled back, pressing the stem of the pipe between my lips and lighting the bowl. “Deep hit now, boy. I´m gonna show you something amazing to give to your tops!” I was curious and took a long and slow drag from the pipe. “Hold it in! Very nice! And now go down on my cock… No exhaling!” I furrowed my brows at him, but did what I was told and gave my best to keep the smoke in me while sucking his dick into my mouth full of chemsmoke. He pressed his cock further into my mouth, opening up my throat and slowly snaking down back there. I was so glad in that moment for my lung capacity from swimming as a teenager! “Goood boy! Feel my cock blocking the smoke from exiting your lungs? Now my cock decides how much of that stuff you´re gonna have, hmmm?” he chuckled, while I grew a little restless about what he was doing. This was so hot, but I would need to get some air rather sooner than later, so I tried to withdraw without letting his dick fully slide out of my mouth. “None of that baby!” he shouted suddenly. I was surprised and looked up at his eyes, who had gone to slits while his hands grabbed my head in a vicelike grip, yanking me the few centimeters down his cock again that I had just gone up on my way to oxygen. “You´re gonna fucking breathe when I allow it, do you understand me?” he shouted down at me. I could just look at him, wide eyed and terrified. He saw that and a thin smile curled his lips. “Don´t look at me like this. You just need to learn who´s in charge here sweety. And I tell you something important: it´s nobody with an average white cock straining in their pants!” I was taken aback in that moment, because I realized three things: First, I was still clothed. Second, my cock WAS straining in my pants. And third: He was simply right. I fucking needed some air. But I also needed his cock down my throat and he was the one deciding in which order these things were happening. “Fuck yes! Now you´re giving in and relaxing this throat, don’t you?” I could just nod, my eyes watering, my lungs burning, still filled with t, my mind struggling to catch up on the events. “Tell you what, bitch: I´ll pull out the head now and you´ll breathe that smoke down my shaft as slowly as you can, got it?” I would have done everything in that moment, so I just followed suit. I enveloped his shaft and my head in a dense could of that smoke in the best tempo I could, before sucking in the air I so badly needed. “Goood boy! Such a good boy!” Taron growled from the side, while starting to rub my hair with his meaty hand. Jamal just smiled at me, proud like a father. Or an owner, teaching his dog a new trick. “Now, let´s get your sweet body out of this shirt and shorts and show us what´s underneath!” I wanted to please them and show off my ass in the blue and red jock I had chosen this morning in case I would get laid today. I loved the way it framed my butt and I was sure they would love it, too! So I stood up and almost fell out of my clothes before going back to my knees before these tow broadly grinning men. I just wanted to share my body and my holes and… fuck, what was happening to me? “Very nice boy! You put on a jock so you could show off your sweet butt and your hole, hm?” I just nodded before taking Taron´s dick back into my mouth and Jamal´s into my hand. I was losing all of my inhibitions, just doing what I wanted to do and being a slut for these two fuckers. And as a fortunate incident, these two things aligned perfectly well right now.

My emotions for the next three days were an equal concoction of terror and lust. I was terrified that my very first sexual experience might well have exposed me to the deadly virus of HIV. Visions from the news of guys with faces scared by Karposys Sarcoma haunted me constantly. At the same time my ass ached for another raw cock. It craved the pain of the initial penetration. It knew this pain would transform to the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. It longed to push back onto a pounding naked pole until the guy’s breath became rapped. My gut walls anticipated the spray of a guys cum. Any guys cum. I knew that once again I would hold it in like a precious treasure as long as I could. I was too frightened to go to a sexual health clinic. I didn’t sleep, nor could I study or focus in class. I totally bombed two tests at school. I knew I needed to sleep so took a long hot shower and ate three hash brownies before crawling naked into bed. The fresh clean sheets felt amazing, and I soon dropped into a deep sleep of the dead. Then the dreaming began. It all seemed so real I had no idea I was dreaming. I was back in the senior year of high school. My hunky phys-ed teacher was giving us a health lesson on sex education. He was stressing the importance of using condoms. He asked for a volunteer and the biggest nerd was first to raise his hand. The nerd was instructed to drop his pants and underwear before he bent over the teacher’s desk. Our teacher was now naked with a raging hard on and meticulously demonstrated applying a condom to his member. Copious amounts of Vaseline were applied to the condom covered cock and fingered into the nerd’s prone ass. The nerd’s mouth was covered to stifle his scream as the teachers cock breached the nerd’s hole. A vigorous pounding ensued until the teacher was clearly blasting inside the condom in the nerd’s ass. The ravaged condom and dripping nerd ass hole were displayed to the class. “What’s the lesson here class?” our teacher asked. It seemed I was the only one that knew the answer. I was next naked on the wings of our school stage. Our silver fox, ruggedly handsome, principle was finishing a similar lesson to the entire school assembly when he invited me to come on stage. I was instructed to bend over a fuck bench. The principle removed his tie and opened his shirt. He squatted behind me and began rimming my ass. Then he was standing stark naked behind me and teasing my hole with his naked cock. He spoke to the assembled student body; “You need to beware of this trick, there are consequences, and I will demonstrate them here and now.” Then he bent to my ear and in a stage whisper for all to hear he asked; “Can I just put the tip in?” I asked cautiously; “Just the tip?” “Unless you want more.” He winked at the audience. “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He assured After the tip of his beer can thick cock was in my ass, and I’d had time to adjust and relax he asked; “So how’s that feel? Do you want me to go in a bit deeper?” “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He once again assured. “OK. But just three more inches. Then pull out and condom up.” He pushed in as I pushed back. “Awe yeah, nice. Feel’s great for me and my raw cock. How about you?” he asked. “Fuck, I love it! Give me the rest. Bottom out …” He did and I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my but cheeks. “Can you just fuck me for a bit before the condom goes on? Remember, don’t cum in me.” The principle addressed the auditorium; “You’ll notice they will always make this request. Once your raw cock is inside, they all want to feel it fucking them. Stay tuned, the next step is also predictable.” The fuck he laid on was amazing. I didn’t want it to stop. Yet all too soon his breathing became erratic. He managed to wheaz out, “I’m close, where do you want my cum?” As my brain screamed ‘pull out, don’t cum in me, PULL OUT!’ my mouth said the opposite; “Inside me, cum in my ass.” “Anything you want. FFUUCCCKKKKK … breeding you now!” I awoke in a cold sweat with my nocturnal discharge soiling my no longer fresh sheets. It was 3:30 a.m. and clear I wasn’t going back to sleep. I slipped on jogging shorts and a clean wife beater t. I found the closest 24-hour drug store and bought three sizes of condoms. As well as my fire hall training, I had been a boy scout. I was now ready to ‘BE PREPARED”. I’d heard about the cruising woods in a park I passed on my way back home. I slowed and noticed one car in the parking lot. The driver was leaning against the hood, his presence highlighted by the occasional glow of his cigarette. I pulled a U-turn and entered the parking lot. As I approached the guy, I noticed he was wearing torn blue jeans and his shirt was open. There was a bit of hair in the middle of his chest, and he had quite an obvious beer belly. When he blurted as he rubbed his crotch, “Looks like you’re looking for some action”, any thoughts about his appearance went out of my mind. I just followed him into the woods. He backed me up against a tree and planted a cigarette infused kiss on my lips. My brain registered, ‘this is disgusting’ as my shorts tented. I couldn’t believe it as the words “Fuck me!” spilled from my lips. As he turned me around and pulled down my shorts, I could hear him say; “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.” I quickly pulled my t off and leaned on the tree trunk. I felt the heat of his bare chest hug my back and his hard cock poking at my hole. “Do you have a condom kid, or do you even care?” It was in that moment I realized I had left my purchase in my car. “Just fuck me already!” I blurted. He instantly plowed into me balls deep, no lube, no further warning. I screamed, the pain was so intense, but it didn’t deter him. He immediately pounded away at my burning hole. It took a while but eventually the transition from pain to intense pleasure occurred and when he would ease up, I found myself fucking my ass back onto his turgid organ. When I heard his breathing change and intensify over the slapping of our bodies I made my feeble request; “Don’t cum in me.” “Fuck, you want me to pull out?” he complained. “No! Not yet, keep fucking me ‘til the last second.” As he pushed in deeper than ever and held, he moaned; “Aww, ffuucckkk! Reached the last second. Loading your hole. Aww, yeah!!!” He went back to pumping his cum deeper into my vulnerable hole; “Fuck, damn you! But thanks, ‘cause secretly I wanted you to breed me. Your load feels amazing!” “Oh kid, it was no secret from the moment you made that U-turn.” I knew it was too late to ask but as we returned to our cars I asked, “Are you clean?” His reply left my blood running cold; “Kid I have no idea. I’ve got five strangers’ cum dripping from my ass. I was just waiting to unload before heading home to let them marinate in me the rest of the night. Good luck kid!”

Getting Away, Part 4 Matt and Paul leave lunch with the bears. Their campsite is in a wooded area and Matt and Paul don’t exactly remember which path they took from the pool. It doesn’t really matter since they know they are on the campground. In a few minutes, they step into a clearing near some RVs and get turned in the right direction. As the boys pass the RVs, they hear a cat call. They turn to see “July bottom” and his friends. Matt says, “Hey I saw these guys earlier and said hi. They started drinking hours ago. We are way under their level of drunkenness right now.” Paul’s smile slowly turns to a sly grin as he remembers the two twunks in this group who he met last night. Paul says, “Let’s go say hi.” Matt knowingly rolls his eyes but grabs Paul’s hand and pretends to pull a reluctant Paul over to the group. As they near the group, Paul squeezes Matt’s waist with one arm, pulls him close and says, “You’re the best. Let’s have some fun. See you back at the cabin.” It’s a good-looking group of about a dozen or so guys. Paul heads over to the twunks and Matt stops to speak with “July bottom” and his friends. Matt feels a bit underdressed. The guys take time to admire his chosen white speedo and loose tank top. “July bottom” runs his hand on Matt’s back just above his ass. Matt is a little surprised the guy is making a move so quickly. Paul comes over and hands Matt a drink. Matt asks what it is. Paul says, “Drink up. It’s just vodka on ice. The boys think we need to catch up.” Matt shrugs and takes a slug of vodka. Almost as if the gods heard Matt deflecting the comments about his outfit, the guys dance mix CD begins to play ‘Mr. Vain’ by Culture Beat. Matt laughs at the irony of the timing. He begins to dance and pulls Paul close. As they dance closely and feel each other’s bodies, Matt starts singing the lyrics….”Calling Mr. Vain…..I know what I want and I want it now. I want you cuz I’m Mr. Vain.” “July bottom” slides behind Matt and rubs up on the twink’s barely dressed figure. He, Matt and Paul grind on each other for a couple of minutes. When the song ends, they laugh and disentangle themselves. Matt returns to talking and drinking with the group. His solo cup of vodka is refilled once or twice. Matt notices one of the guys has a new Nokia phone. Matt says, “Wow that is really small. How do you like it? I haven’t decided whether to get a cellphone or not.” The guy says, “Reception sucks out here. But, a cellphone changes your life man.” “July bottom” says to Matt, “It’s 2000 Matt, you should really get a cellphone.” One of the other guys says, “You can get one in a color to match those hot speedos.” Matt realizes that he has caught up on the booze. He lets one of the guys examine his speedo closer. “July bottom” puts his hand on Matt’s lower back again. Matt feels the hand slip inside the speedo to feel Matt’s ass. Matt wants to see how far “July bottom” will go so he doesn’t move away or object. He feels the man’s fingers slide into his ass crack and touch his hole. Matt looks at “July bottom” and smiles. Even though Matt just got fucked about an hour ago, he asks “July bottom” which RV is his. “July bottom” replies, “That retro silver one. I try to rent that one to be near these guys when I come up. Want to see it?” Matt replies, “Definitely.” As Matt and “July bottom” climbs the steps into his trailer, he sees Paul and the twunks walking into the wooded area. When they enter the trailer, Matt can clearly see the bed at the end. “July bottom” casually shows Matt a few cool retro features. Matt feels “July bottom’s” hands on his hips slipping inside his speedo. Matt takes off his tank top as “July bottom” pushes off his speedo. Matt turns around, unzips “July bottom’s” shorts, they fall to the floor and takes out a nice 6” fat cock. He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. Matt is sucking for a little bit, when “July bottom” pulls Matt up and says, “I want to eat your ass.” Matt bends over the counter and spreads his legs. “July bottom” sees a wet, well fucked hole. He asks, “Been fucked today?” Matt blushes but says yes. “Did Snake fuck you?” and Matt says yes. “July bottom” leans in and licks Matt’s ass. Then he sticks his tongue in Matt’s ass. Matt moans as the tongue enters his ass. “July bottom” stops eating Matt’s ass and smiles. Already knowing the answer but wanting to hear the twink say it out loud, “July bottom” asks, “I can taste him. Did he breed you?” Matt moans yes and the man goes back to eating Matt’s ass. The man moves Matt to his bed. Matt notices there isn’t a lot of room in the bedroom. But he does notice the box of condoms and the lube on a windowsill. Matt lies on his back as the man he only knows as “July bottom” kisses him. Matt can feel the man on top of him and spreads and lifts his legs, so his feet are on the bed on each side of the man. They are making out and Matt can taste himself and Snake’s cum in his mouth. “July bottom” lifts Matt’s legs and starts eating his ass again. As he does, Matt is stroking his own cock. After a few minutes, Matt starts to babble a bit. Matt knows he can take this guy’s cock and when he feels it on his hole as “July bottom” comes up for another kiss; Matt says “Please fuck me.” “July bottom” says, “In a minute.” He puts his cock directly on Matt’s hole and he feels the bottom pushing to take his cock. "July bottom" thinks this twink is easy. “July bottom” asks, “Do you have a condom?” Matt says, “No. Do you?” “July bottom” kisses Matt, pushes his bare cock head on Matt’s hole a bit harder and says, “Above your head. Condoms and lube.” Matt, as “July bottom” expected, doesn’t reach for either the condoms or the lube. “July bottom” asks, “Snake didn’t use a condom when he fucked you did he?” Matt says, “No.” “July bottom” pushes a bit harder against Matt’s hole and the whole head pops inside. Matt moans loudly mostly from built up anticipation. “July bottom” says, “Yeah. He didn’t use one when he fucked me either. That cock felt so good sliding in me bareback. I came as I rode his cock. Did you like it?” Matt says, “Yeah. It felt so good.” Like a reward for his honest and slutty answers, “July bottom” says, “Good Boy!” and slides more of his cock in Matt’s ass. Matt opens his legs wider hoping the other man would start fucking him, but “July bottom” asks another question instead, “Can I fuck you bareback?” Matt, lost in desire and realizing he is about to let another bareback bottom fuck him, moans loudly and says, “Yes you can fuck me bareback.” With that answer “July bottom” slides the rest of his cock into Matt’s ass. Matt feels the man’s balls against his ass and says, “Fuck me.” But “July bottom” has one more question, “Can I cum in your ass like Snake did?” Matt, desperate to get fucked now, looks up at “July bottom” and says, “Cum wherever you want.” And with that answer “July bottom” kisses Matt passionately and begins a slow fuck. The slow fuck speeds up as the two men find their rhythm. Matt is moaning loudly and saying, “fuck me” and “fuck my ass.” The guys outside can hear Matt and start to cheer a bit. A couple of guys sneak over to watch through the window as the twink gets fucked by their friend. One says to the other, “$10 bucks he got the twink to go bareback.” The other guy says, “No bet. The condoms are still on the windowsill right in front of us. That slut is taking it raw.” “July bottom” is speeding up now, grunting and sweating. Matt knows the man fucking him is close. He reaches down and grabs “July bottom’s” ass. Concentrating on the feelings in his cock, “July bottom” is lost in the fuck making his cock tingle until he feels Matt grab his ass. “July bottom” says “You want my load, don't you?” Matt says, “Fuck yeah. Give me your load." "July bottom" is so turned on that this twink wants his load. He speeds up and he cums hard in the twink with a roar. More cheering outside from his friends. The two guys at the window watching Matt take their friend’s load are no longer quiet and bang on the trailer near the window. “July bottom” says, “Fuck off” at his friends, pulls out of Matt’s ass and goes down on Matt's cock. Matt was already so close from his cock rubbing on “July bottom’s” hairy belly that he cums almost immediately at the new, wet sensation on his cock. "July bottom" swallows Matt's load.

If the US government deported ALL the illegal immigrants, the aim of Trump & the current Republican movement, the US economy would collapse. It is these people who fill the job vacancies, that "legal" citizens refuse to do, because moneybags like Trump refuse to pay a decent wage to. That is simple economic FACT.

You can love whomever you want, but disagreeing is silly because the poster stated objectively true facts. Vance DID whine about being fact-checked during the debate - millions of people saw him do it - and Trump DID bail on a 60 Minutes interview because they wouldn't agree to not fact-checking him, a demand his campaign made. You can disagree with facts, I suppose, but that doesn't cast a flattering light on your observational skills.

This is my first story. Please be kind. Work had been crazy, so with things finally slowing down I decided to take a couple of weeks off during the holidays. Since I hadn’t been home in years I finally caved into my mom and booked a ticket to see her. A little about me. I just turned 30, but look younger. I’m 5’6”, brown hair, green eyes. I’m nothing special just average. I’m more bottom, oh who am I kidding I’m a total bottom. I hate topping my cock is just way to small. But if I’m honest I really haven’t been with anyone in way too long. The last couple of times I bottomed it just wasn’t that enjoyable. I always got fucked safe, had a few tops want to breed me but I was too scared and demanded they suit up. So here I was at my moms hoping to enjoy a few weeks of peace and quiet when she informs me that she’s volunteered my services to help her neighbors son clean out his dad’s house. The next morning I knocked on the door and waited impatiently for someone I’d never met to let me in so I could get this over with. Imagine my surprise when this fucking god of a man opened the door. He was easily over 6’ dark blue eyes, closely trimmed beard, hair sticking out from the collar of his white T-shirt that looked like it had been painted on. I guessed he was somewhere in his 50s and damn I was in love. I have a thing for hot hairy daddies. I was staring at him, my mouth on the floor. “Hi there son, can I help you?” “Um sorry, I’m Chad. My mom volunteered me to help you clean out your house.” “Of course, come on in. I’m Max” he said as he stuck his hand out to me. Oh fuck I was in so much trouble. He closed the door behind me and proceeded to explain that his dad had recently passed away but he’d been putting off cleaning out the house. “I really appreciate this Chad. I’m sure you’d much rather be spending time with your wife or girlfriend.” “Nope, totally single and it sure as hell wouldn’t be with a woman if I was with someone.” OMG I can’t believe I just said that. He got this big grin on his handsome face. “Good to know”. We worked side by side for a couple of hours and made small talk. Him mostly asking about my life in the city. We’d both worked up quite a sweat so during a break he took his T-shirt off and started to use it to dry off his chest. He had few tats on his upper arm and a scorpion on his hip. I could feel my little cock starting to chub up. He caught me staring and asked if liked what I saw. “You’re gorgeous Sir.” Sir where the fuck did that come. He dropped his shirt and started to play with his nipples. “Why don’t you come over here son and help daddy out.” Next thing I knew I was standing in front of him. I placed one of my hands on his chest while he took my other hand and placed it on his hard cock through his pants. I leaned into him to smell his musky odor and sighed. I heard him chuckle “you like daddy’s smell son?” “Yes sir!” He grabbed my face and pushed me towards his sweaty pit. He raised his arm and I buried my face licking his pit clean. “Damn my boy’s a pig. Clean the other one too.” After a few minutes he pulled me out of his pits and pressed on my shoulders to get me on my knees. I was now face to face with his very tight bulge, he didn’t appear to be wearing underwear so there was a rather large wet spot on his jeans. He grinned down at me at said “what you waiting for son, take it out and start sucking.” I quickly unzipped his pants and the most beautiful 8” cock jumped out to meet me. It was dripping with precum. I couldn’t wait to taste him. I started sucking on his dick taking him in as far as I could. I started chocking a bit so he pulled out so I could breathe. “Get him nice and wet boy, the only lube you’re getting is my precum and your spit.” Oh fuck I was in so much trouble.

Sometime in August 2024, in west-central London. Marco turned up at Felipe's place at 11pm as agreed. He was excited, as he was really attracted to the pictures he had seen of Felipe on the hookup app, and couldn't wait to get fucked by him and also to fuck with him. A good couple of hours flip-fucking was in order, and badly needed, as it had been several months since Marco last had sex due to a very busy work schedule. Due to the fact that it was such a late hour, he didn't knock on the door of Felipe's apartment, as he didn't know if perhaps some of the neighbours in the other apartments in the apartment block were sleeping, so he sent Felipe a text message saying "I'm here". Felipe sent a message back saying "Ok let yourself in, the door is open, I'm still in the bathroom. Just go straight through to the room directly in front of you as you come through the front door. I'll be with you in a few moments." So, Marco went in. To his left was a room and also a room directly in front, which he had been told to go to by Felipe. He could hear water running, from what sounded like a shower head, from the room on the left, so he assumed maybe Felipe was in there still preparing (douching, probably !). He went into the room in front, and it was a rather small room with a large double bed and a couple of windows that were open, seemingly to let cool air into the room, as it was the height of summer. The lighting in the room was subdued; the main light was off and the room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp on a chest of drawers. The room was not the tidiest, there were a few clothes on the floor and bags (plastic bags and also rucksacks and a couple of duffel bags). That didn't bother Marco at all, as Marco himself isn't the tidiest person in the world, but he did observe that the room was slightly messy. He sat down on the edge of the bed and just waited, and had a little scroll through his social media accounts, and checked the profiles of a few of the hot amateur porn guys he follows on Twitter, which made him really horny. About 5 minutes later Felipe came into the room, completely naked and drying his hair with a towel. "Hey, sorry about that. I wasn't quite ready when you arrived." Felipe said, drying his hair and then throwing the towel down onto the back of a chair beside the bed. Marco smiled: "Oh, that's alright. I'm good. Looking forward to enjoying your cock and ass, man!" Felipe laughed: "Good. I'm looking forward to it all too. By the way you look way better in person than in your pictures." Marco laughed, too, and simply said, "Oh, thanks man", as he started to unzip his trousers and strip off. Since Felipe was already naked, he thought to himself 'why not?'. Felipe was originally from Colombia (Medellin) rather small in height, maybe only around 5 ft 6, and very slim/slender, with nice abs that you could just about make out if you looked closely enough (not so clearly defined as some guys, but they were definitely there). He was maybe around mid to late thirties. He had an average sized dick, around 6 inches, uncut, with very nice smooth balls. His ass was also smooth; in fact, he was completely hairless all over (ass, balls, pubic area). Marco was English-born but of Portuguese heritage on his father's side (English on his mother's side). He was a bit taller in height than Felipe, perhaps around 5 ft 8 or 5 ft 9, and also rather slim. He was late thirties to early forties. His dick was larger than average, around 8 inches and very thick, with an upward curve. He had pubic hair but neatly trimmed, and balls that were slightly hairy too. Marco was now naked, and Felipe walked over to him, embraced him with a hug, and gave him a deep, slow, passionate kiss. "Mmmm. Fuck. You're a really good kisser" Marco told him, his big dick now very much standing to attention. "Que rico!" Felipe said, grinning, as he took Marco's dick in his hand and squeezed it hard. "I want that dick inside me." "Oh, you're gonna have it in you, babe. So deep. I love to go deep." Marco said, excitedly. Felipe walked to the other side of the room and opened up the chest of drawers with the lamp on it. He rummaged through a couple of the drawers before exclaiming: "Aha! There it is." He turned around and started putting a black coloured cock ring around his balls and dick. Marco thought it actually looked really hot and sexy. Felipe then started rummaging through the drawers again. "Hmmm. Where is it, I know it's in here somewhere...." Marco wondered what Felipe was looking for now: "What is it you're looking for?" he asked, while stroking his hard dick and admiring Felipe's smooth as fuck ass. "This!" Felipe said, and turned around and threw a cock ring at Marco. "Oh thanks," Marco said as he chuckled slightly, "but I don't really need this. I'll be okay thanks." Felipe grinned widely, with some beautiful white teeth showing: "Oh, believe me: you're definitely gonna need it." Marco was confused why Felipe had said that, and he didn't want to offend him or anything, so he just put the cock ring on. He actually liked how it looked, and loved how it actually applied a nice feeling of pressure around his dick and also his balls. "Actually it's quite nice wearing this" he told Felipe. Felipe went over to the windowsill and picked up a glass pipe that Marco hadn't previously noticed, perhaps due to the low lighting. It was a glass water bong-type thing. Felipe put his mouth against the top of the pipe and, using a torch lighter that produced an aesthetically-pleasing little blue flame, he lit the small bowl just underneath the part of the pipe that Felipe was sucking. Marco didn't do so-called 'chems' and had never done anything harder than marijuana (except for some ecstasy pills that he used to take at raves and in the nightclubs when he was younger, and the odd line or two of coke here and there, but that was a long time ago). He didn't know what Felipe was smoking and wondered if it was weed. He didn't ask, as he wasn't really interested; he didn't care. Felipe stopped sucking on the pipe and burning the bowl underneath the glass stem he had been sucking. He took a deep breath and held it in for roughly 5 full seconds, before letting out what was a very thick cloud of white smoke. Marco had never seen clouds from smoke so thick and so white. He thought to himself, 'that must be pretty good weed'. Felipe extended his arm out to Marco, offering him the pipe: "Here. Your turn." "Wh....what is it?" Marco nervously asked, wondering if he should take some if it was just weed. He had done weed in the past, a long time ago, and did enjoy it. "Tina." Felipe said. "Tina?" Marco said, with the sound of genuine ignorance in his voice. "Yes, Tina." Felipe said. "You don't know it? You never done it before?" Marco smiled and laughed slightly, shaking his head. Felipe smiled, too. It was the smile of someone who knew exactly what kind of night was in store. "Babe," Felipe said as he crossed the room to stand directly in front of Marco, who noticed that Felipe's dick was now hard with really tightened looking balls, "Smoke some of this. Take a couple of really long, deep hits. You know what I mean?" Marco shook his head, feeling slightly apprehensive. "No, not really." Felipe knew he was dealing with a novice. And he loved it. "Okay, babe. Put your mouth here, and suck" he told Marco, pointing at the top of the glass stem that protruded from the main body of the pipe. "I'm gonna hold the lighter and burn the bowl, okay. I will burn the Tina. All you need to do is hold the pipe for me, and keep sucking very hard and very deep on the pipe, and don't stop until I stop burning with the lighter, okay?" Marco felt very apprehensive. He felt very nervous. "Felipe, babe, I've never done this before." He smiled and chuckled nervously. Felipe put his hand on Marco's shoulder: "Babe, listen to me. With this stuff, you're gonna have the best sex you have ever had in your life. I mean it. I guarantee it. You never experienced this kind of pleasure or sex before. This stuff was made for sex. You are gonna go to another planet, and experience insane pleasure and insane sex like you never thought was possible. Believe me, there is nothing to be scared of. You already feeling horny, yeah?" Marco nodded: "Yeah, definitely. You're so hot man, and I was looking at your pictures on Grindr on my way here in the Uber. I've been feeling horny ever since we started chatting a few hours ago and we exchanged pictures." Marco put one hand on Felipe's ass, and squeezed one of the cheeks. It was so smooth and so soft; it made his dick throb slightly. "Oh man," Marco said, "I'm so excited. Your Latino ass is so smooth." Felipe looked into Marco's eyes intently: "Well, you know you're already so horny? This stuff....'Tina'....is gonna make you feel a horniness that you never even knew was possible to feel. Trust me. You're gonna have the most amazing sexual experience of your life with me tonight. So put your mouth on the pipe and start sucking in." Felipe started up the torch lighter, and held the blue flame underneath the bowl, which Marco noticed had what appeared to be white crystals in it. Marco opened his mouth, put his lips against the top of the stem and started sucking in. He noticed that Felipe watched the bowl very intently as he held the flame underneath it. He was moving the flame back and forth and up and down and all around the bowl. Marco could feel that he needed air, and his eyes went wide and he looked at Felipe as though to say "I'm running out of air"....Felipe looked at Marco and simply said, "Keep going. Keep sucking. Don't stop yet. Take it deeper, come on. Suck deeper." Marco did so. He could feel himself running out of breath. He wasn't used to this. Felipe looked at him again and said, "Keep going. I'm gonna stop burning the pipe in a second, okay? When I stop, you can stop sucking on the pipe and I want you told take the smoke down into your lungs and hold it in for at least 5 full seconds, okay? No less than 5 seconds." Marco nodded, and sucked in as hard and as deep as he could, as Felipe commanded. Then, Felipe let go of the lighter and stopped burning the bowl. Marco stopped sucking and held the smoke in his lungs. He started counting to 5.... .....TO BE CONTINUED.....

This is actually a true story (I hope you stroke to finish!) This guy was visiting our office on business from Wyoming , during a 3 person meeting with my boss and him i noticed he kept looking down at my bulge which started to grow because i noticed him looking ,i was trying to hide it from my boss because now it was becoming a full blown hard-On, (i get really hard sometimes when people look at my cock) today was bad timing for me because i wore boxers to work, as i got harder my 8 inches ended up sticking out the top of my pants so i was trying to hide it under my shirt but every time my boss would turn away from me i'd flash my boner at this guy , after the meeting i'm waking down the hall and he's practically begging for me to meet him for a drink and "Hang out", i told him "I don't drink but I'll come by and fuck you if you'd like". he was shocked at my honesty, and said oh no he'd never fooled around with a guy before without his wife and he hasn't been fucked before, he admitted he want to play with my cock because he'd never seen one this big in real life, He seemed like a nice guy so i'm like hey i who am i to turn down a blow job, lol so i went to his hotel room after work, he was drinking and talking about how he was thinking he was more Bi than straight and wanted to try sucking my dick, so of course i let him, before long he was trying to deep throat me but couldn't (He got a good 5 inches down without choking), i said hey let me try a something he said "what" i said "Can i eat your ass?" he was very hesitant but the minute my tongue touched his hole he was moaning and dripping pre-cum all over, eventually he got so horny he started say stuff like "Eat my Boi-Pussy" he got so out of his mind with horniness he started begging me to fuck his hole! after a good 30 or 40 mins of me pounding him into tomorrow in a lot of different positions eventually i'm fucking him back up on his knees and i'm really close about to cum and all of a sudden he's shooting his load all over the bed, just cuming uncontrollably without touching himself. i feel his hole spasming around my cock gripping it like a vice so tight around like a suction and i begin cuming too, pumping him full of my load, i spray a huge load deep in his guts i feel it pumping into him . as i pull my cock out it leaks and pours out of the wide open gaping hole I made. It started out sooooo tight but i really opened him up, he said that was better than any Pegging his wife ever gave him! i said i know "I'm a really good fuck"

Sort of yes I was getting fucked by this young guy at his house All of a sudden the bedroom door opened and his girlfriend was there She said that was hot and after he finished fucking me would I consider fucking her, she was on pill so I fucked her a came inside her Her bf then wanted to drop another load in me She lay naked next to me while bf fucked me overall very hot

Fuck, Breeding Zone you always makes me cum with your stories! Yes i'm a cock whore , i love all kinds of cocks on all types of guys! So This happened........ I was at work on Tuesday in slacks and Boxershorts! I don't usually where Boxers I should have known better I mostly try to wear Jocks or really tight briefs to keep my dick down and in place (I get hard all day everyday for no reason!) but I was running late today and just got dressed in the underwear I was sleeping in. in any case i knew every time I walked from my desk for coffee or to get a file I know people could see my cock bounce on my leg, it made a big bulge too Evan while standing still . anyway i made the mistake of opening Breading Zone reading "your Last Load.." while at my desk! My cock got so hard and when I get excited i start leaking pre-cum, so much was oozing out and through my thin boxer shorts i looked like i had wet myself, so when i thought no one was looking i stood up (quickly putting my hand in my pocket to try and cover) and went to the bathroom to try and dry off my pants in the restroom, when i got there it was a little worse cause the pre-cum that had run down my leg was soaking through too! I remembered we have one of those hand dryers in the smaller bathrooms on the first floor so I head down there it's mostly empty after lunch (my desk is on the sixth floor) so now i'm in the elevator headed downstairs wearing wet pants (Khaki color) and a semi-hard on! luckily no one else gets on. I make it to the little bathroom with no encounters, the little Bathroom has four stalls and three urinals, unfortunately bathroom door doesn't lock and i have to take my pants off to dry them, so I'm thinking I better do it quick before the janitor come in to cleanup! so picture this, i'm stand in front of the Hand blower in my favorite light blue CK Boxer shorts (which are wet too) drying my pants and not one but two guys come in , i tried to hide my dick but i know they saw it poking out plus you could see a big outline thru my wet boxers, one guy laughingly said "Dude, what happen?" i said "i spilled some water I'm trying to dry 'em off" they both went to pee, one guy was a White Guy about 5' 10 , the other guy looked about 6 even he looked to be maybe latino/white mix. The latin guy finished first said "Good luck with all that!" as he zipped up and washed his hands i stepped aside so he could dry his hands i saw him glance down at my bulge (the head was sticking to the thin wet fabric really visible) I saw him smile and he said "later" to his friend who was still peeing, i went back to drying my pants and was almost done. i glanced over at the guy still there , looking at the wall peeing, from my angle i could see he had a nice dick it seemed pretty big , it looked like it was uncut maybe about 7 inches and that was soft, I saw him finish and zipped up , he went to wash his hands then came over to the blower to dry 'em, I backed to make room for him to use the dryer, my pants were through drying and i was gonna put them back on but he looked at me and said "Aren't you gonna dry off your underwear?" he had a big grin on his face with the look that was kinda saying i dare you..... so i said "oh you're right I think I should" so i took off my boxers in the middle of the bathroom at work (well near work) with my hairy balls and my now getting rock Hard cock out he was like "holy shit!" i said "what?" he blurted out "Nice Cock" then realizing what he said he started to turn beet red he was so embarrassed and was gonna leave, that's when i said "i think yours is nice too!" instead of heading to the door he had me follow him into the stall he sat down and started to suck my cock! i got even harder than before in his mouth, I started trying to get my whole cock down his throat but he started to gag and eyes were all watery still choking on my dick he dropped his pants and his White boxer briefs and started to jack his cock too. i was so hard now, but Evan though he was jacking like there was no tomorrow he wasn't hard at all , then he asked me "Have you ever fucked a guy before?" i said "yeah once or twice" (more like 1 or 2 hundred, lol) turns out he was bi but had never been fucked, only to happy to help, i turned him around put his face near the toilet, using his spit for lube i began to plow this alleged virgin hole. it was pretty fucking tight, i could feel it tear a little as i started to plow into him. he kinda screamed a little so i said "damn , I'm sorry should i stop?" he said "no no keep going" an started breathing really heavy so i pushed about another inch in , I reached around to feel his cock and damn it was so hard now and almost 8 1/2 - 9 inches, i push in another slow inch so i'm about 5 inches in now, both his hands are on the back of the wall, i'm thinking i gotta get back upstairs I've been gone about 30 min already they're gonna be looking for me soon! so i'm like fuck it i'm going for it and i shove my cock in and start to fuck him all the way in and all the way out i pump him about two more times his ass is finally opening up then he starts moaning and shooting his load all over the toilet without touching his dick! he was cumming and shooting so far it hits the back wall, he says pull out fuck! with his dick still dripping he turns around and sucks my dick i grab his head and don't let him have any air then i pull out a little and when i'm about to cum i shove my cock so far down his throat that as i'm cumming he has to swallow! i'm still cumming as i let him breath and some of my cum shoots out his nose and i'm cumming on his face now and he's stoking himself and shoots all over my shoes! we get dressed and get the fuck out! turns out he was there for an interview on another floor. i felt a little bad because I think I really split his hole I saw he had a little bit of blood and my cum soaking in his underwear, needless to say my dick was finally soft enough and stayed a manageable size for the rest of the work day, you could still see my bulge but no more wet spot!! that was last Tuesday, i wonder if he got the job? oh i go down to that first floor bathroom all the time now who knows, i might get lucky again!

Thank you for that, as an older top I’m always grateful when a man of any age fills my ass with chempiss, it’s my second favorite after a load of hot cum.

Chapter 2 I was going crazy sucking his cock. His precum tasted so good I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. He was moaning so I figured I was doing a good job and if I got him off down my throat he wouldn’t actually fuck me. After a few minutes he tapped my head and pulled his cock from my mouth. I whimpered. “Damn boy you’re a good cock sucker. Any longer and I’d be blasting my load down your throat. Can’t have that happening now can we.” He pulled me up so we were standing face to face. He leaned down and started kissing me. “Mmm son there is no doubt you have a very talented mouth. How about we see if your ass is just as good. You’ve got way too many clothes on boy strip.” Without even thinking I started taking my clothes off. I wanted to please him so bad. I took my pants off and was left standing in a just a jock. “Damn son I didn’t expect that from you.” “Sorry daddy, I was planning on checking out the park over in the next town today. I heard rumors that it was a great place to meet guys and I was hoping to suck some cock so I cleaned out just in case. Then mom waylaid my plans and had me come help you.” Oh fuck I was rambling and couldn’t shut up. I did that when I was nervous. He started chuckling. “Nothing to apologize for son. You look hot in that jock. Leave it on, you won’t be using your dick today anyway. Now turn around and bend over and let daddy take a look at your ass.” I did as instructed and could hear him growling behind him. “Damn boy I’m going to enjoy destroying that ass! Come with me let’s move this to the bedroom. Get on the bed on all fours.” I did as he instructed. I couldn’t remember ever being this horny before. Suddenly I felt his hands on my ass and his finger lightly circling my hole. I let out a moan. Next thing I knew his tongue was licking me. “Holy shit” I screamed out. “You like that boy?” “Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop please that feels so good.” He dove back in and was really eating my ass out. I was moaning and panting so hard. Soon he removed his tongue and replaced it with a finger opening me up more. “Damn you’re tight son. When was the last time you were fucked?” “Couple of years Sir.” “Damn! Why so long? Your boy pussy is begging to be used.” “I know I’m a bottom sir but it just never really felt good and hurt so much and they weren’t even as big as you daddy.” “Did they use condoms boy?” “Yes sir, always fucked safe sir.” “Hmm I think that’s the problem son. True bottoms NEVER make their tops use condoms.” “What about catching something?” “You’re negative right son? Are you on prep?” “Yes I’m neg. I was on prep a few years ago but stopped last year since I wasn’t really getting fucked.” “Mmm son you just made daddy’s dick get even harder. Do you trust me son?” “Of course daddy.” I moaned again as he now had three fingers inside me. “Have you ever had a poz cock inside your boy?” “No of course not daddy.” “See son I have a theory about you. I knew the second I saw you this morning that you were a nasty pig. You just hadn’t found the right man to show you your true nature. Bottom pigs like you son should take any load offered them and NEVER question the top. Now answer me honestly son, why’d you stop taking prep?” I was going crazy. I couldn’t think straight his fingers felt so amazing in my ass. He was totally breaking down my last barriers. “Because I secretly wanted a poz daddy to make me his boy but was too afraid to admit it sir,” I screamed out. Holy shit had I really just said that out loud. I’d never admitted that to anyone before. “Good boy I’m so proud of you! Now you have a choice son. I can remove my fingers from your ass and you can get dressed, leave and never come back or you can beg your daddy to stick his toxic cock deep inside your boy pussy and set you free. What’s it going to be boy?”

I can't believe it's been nearly a year already. Although they do say that time flies when you're having fun, and I've been having A LOT of fun, so perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised. On October 28th last year, my friends threw their annual Hallowe'en party. They usually invite around 20 people, and some go all out with their costumes while others show up in regular attire. Knowing the crowd that would be there, I had swiped a medical gown from my doctor's office while I was there for my physical. I intended to walk around all night with it tied behind my neck but otherwise open all the way down. In a more genteel setting I might have worn a pair of boxers underneath, but I knew this crowd would get a kick out of seeing my bare ass all night. And those who didn't, fuck 'em! I got to their house about an hour after the party's start time, and was the first to arrive. I was wearing regular clothes to avoid scandalizing the neighbors. Dave and Mark moved to a snooty, very 'Christian conservative' neighborhood a few years ago, and as much as I knew they did so in part to make a point, still I didn't want to cause any trouble. I rang the doorbell and Dave answered. He and Mark took a lot of pride in their party, and so it was no surprise that he was decked out in a suit straight out of the 1920s, complete with a toy Tommy gun slung over his shoulder. I could see the disappointment on his face when he saw me in regular street clothes. "Al Capone?" I asked. He nodded in reply. "And you're - Jay?" There was a tiny note of irritation in his voice. "I'm about to be 'Patient Jay'," I said. "Let me run to the bathroom real quick." On my way to the lavatory I passed Dave's husband Mark. "Dave's not going to be happy about that outfit," he remarked. "Nope, he's not," I replied. "I'm heading to change now, don't worry!" A few minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, naked as the day I was born except for the thin cotton of the medical gown. I was still the only guest there, so I headed for the kitchen to see if I could help set up. Dave and Mark were both distracted, placing plate after plate of party food on the kitchen island. "What do you think?" I asked from the doorway. As they turned to look in my direction, I spun in a circle so they could get the full effect. Both burst out laughing. "I love it!" cried Dave. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint!" The doorbell rang, and as Mark walked to the foyer, Dave turned on some music. They have an amazing whole-home setup that lets them stream music from their phone to speakers all over the house. The opening notes of 'Monster Mash' blared from a speaker mounted under a kitchen cabinet. So began a steady stream of guests, and within an hour most of the 20 invitees had arrived. The house buzzed with conversation and laughter as the drinks flowed freely and the plates on the kitchen island were slowly emptied. Many of Dave and Mark's friends were couples, but they had invited three other single guys besides me. One of them was Sankar, a mid-30s tech engineer. He had worn a half-assed costume that consisted of a green skull cap and a bright orange-red shirt with the Sriracha logo on it. I had never met him before, but I had heard through the grapevine - otherwise known as Dave and Mark - that he was nicely hung and loved to fuck bareback. Being a 'raw is law' bottom myself, I knew I had to get to know him. He was standing quietly in a corner of the dining room, holding a beer and looking less than enthused. I meandered through the crowd and positioned myself next to him. Leaning over, I introduced myself. "I'm Jay," I said, trying not to scream in his ear but wanting him to hear me over the noise of the party. "Sankar," he responded. "Nice costume." "Thanks!" I replied, then spun around to give him a glimpse of my tight bubble ass. His eyes lit up. "That's the best thing I've seen all night," he said with a smile. "Let's see it again." I spun around again for his amusement. When I came face to face with him once more, he had unzipped his pants and had pulled out his cock. Still soft, it was at least seven inches long and four inches around. My mouth began to salivate and my hole gave an involuntary twitch. "I'm nine-and-a-half inches hard," he said, looking me straight in the eye with a smirk, "and it's thick. Think you can handle it?" I was no novice at bottoming, and while he was on the larger side his cock was not the biggest I had ever taken in my ass. "Oh yeah," I replied. "Just one thing," he said, the tone in his voice becoming more serious, "I'm poz and detectable, so I only fuck with a condom unless you're on prep." His revelation caught me a little off guard, though not in a bad way. In fact, I felt my own cock stiffen at the news. I was a raw-is-law bottom for a reason, and had never once taken prep. Yet after thousands of random, anonymous encounters with men I met on my travels all over the country, I had yet to receive the 'gift' I so desperately craved. Dave and Mark knew I was chasing the virus, and I found myself wondering now, did they know his status? Perhaps they did, and had invited him in the hopes I might hit it off with him? I glanced around the room hoping to find one or both of them watching as I chatted up Sankar, but neither was in sight. I turned back to my new friend. "I've been on prep for years," I lied through my teeth. If Dave and Mark did know his status, they had obviously not told him that I was a bug chaser. "Cool," was his only reply. Standing before him as I was, I blocked the view of his cock from everyone else, so I was the only one who could see the massive slab of meat hanging from his fly. He looked past me to check the crowd, then spit in his hand and slowly rubbed his cock. Instantly, it began to grow. I suddenly grew light-headed and I had butterflies in my stomach. "Turn around," he said matter-of-factly, placing one hand on my hip and gently goading me to do his bidding. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty, but I readily complied. A little more spit, rubbed first on his cock and then onto my hole. He pushed the gown aside and guided me back toward him until I could feel the tip gently press against my asshole. I looked around at the crowd, and all seemed oblivious to what was going on in our little corner. More than one of the other guests - okay, most of them - had watched me get fucked on one or more occasions, and in a few cases I had opened my holes to them. Coupled with the fact that I had been having sex in adult theaters, video booths and public rooms for a few decades, I had no inhibition when it came to having an audience. I grabbed the back of one of the dining room chairs to steady myself as Sankar began to press his cock harder against my hole. My years of fun with large cocks paid off; the tip popped inside, and he grabbed both my hips and pulled me backward onto him. FUCK! It felt so good! I let out an involuntary moan that was just slightly - okay, a lot - louder than the music, and a few of the nearer guests looked over in our direction. "All right! A show!" one of them called out, drawing attention from even more of the partygoers. Soon the dining room was filled to capacity, with guys in various stages of inebriation goading us on. My ass had opened easily for Sankar's huge cock, and I happily bounced up and down, savoring the sense of being stretched wide with each thrust. He was holding me by my hips and I now had both hands on the back of the chair, using it as leverage to slam my pelvis against his and milk that wonderful toxic load from his balls. My mind began to go blank in what I like to refer to as a 'fuck fog', a state in which I am completely focused on the sensation of getting fucked and my only thought is of the rich, creamy reward I'm working for. As I descended into the haze, I caught a glimpse of Mark and Dave, standing at the front of the group of onlookers. The last thing I saw before I totally gave in was the two of them clinking their drink glasses together in a toast. Sankar's hips slapped against my ass with every thrust. In my mind's eye I could see the tiny drops of viral pre-cum already dribbling into my hole, looking for a way in so they could change my life forever. It was finally happening - a poz top was giving me his gift. The thought made me the happiest I had ever been. At last, it was time for him to knock me up. His hands grabbed my hips tighter and his pace quickened. I felt his huge cock swell even more, pressing more tightly against my sphincter as it prepared to fill me with seed. Then it happened. With a roar that may have awoken some of the neighbors, Sankar rammed his cock deep into my guts and unloaded. Shot after shot of poz cum filled my hole. As the pulses of his cock subsided and his grip on my hips relaxed, the crowd cheered. Coming out of my fog, I watched as Mark and Dave raised their glasses in salute. Sankar pulled his massive cock from me, and as I always do I spun around, squatted, and took it in my mouth to clean it off. It had the flavor of ass and cum that I love so much, perfectly balanced. Another round of applause, and the crowd broke up to get more food and drink and continue their conversations. As I squatted, some of the precious poz cum he had deposited inside me slipped out onto the hardwood floor. Desperate not to waste a single copy of the virus, I knelt on the floor and licked up every drop. I stayed close to Sankar that night, though while I was grabbing a drink in the kitchen I did warn Mark and Dave not to tell him that I wasn't on prep. I took another load from him once most of the guests had gone, and I saw him a few more times after the party. Alas, the company he worked for transferred him across the country a few months later. I had gotten the fuck flu and tested positive (hooray!), so I finally did tell him that I wasn't on prep. As I had feared, he severed communication and I haven't heard from him since. Mark and Dave didn't stay in touch with him, either. So here I am, coming up on the one-year anniversary of my pozzing. I completely understand why he severed ties, but I am sad that Sankar won't be there to help celebrate. This year's party is coming up on the 26th, and Mark, Dave and I will be raising a glass in his honor.

On Friday I was so horny that I decided to take the afternoon off and head over to the local porn cinema. When I got there it was quiet and I went into the booth with the big gloryhole. Took my trousers off and just put my ass on the hole. It did take a while and the door in the booth next to it closed. He started caressing my ass, fingering my hole and then pushing his raw cock inside. I hit my poppers and was in heaven. He fucked me hard, the booth was shaking, until I could her him dumping his load inside. He zipped up and left. No idea who he was. Not long after the door closed again and I could feel another cock pushing into my hole. He fucked me for a bit, pulled out and left. Another one came in and also pushed his raw cock inside. Fucked a bit and left. Then the second one came back and fucked me some more until he shot his load. After that it was dead. Shame, would have loved some more.

Yesterday I was on sniffles and I got contacted by a young Hispanic guy. He said he was just starting with men and could I help him Asked if was discreet because he was married sure and in about 15 min he was there. Very cute guy. Asked what he wanted and he said he wanted to ass fuck. He asked if he could fuck me. we got naked and he had a wonderful dick. There was a little sucking and then he got me on my back. He pushed his head in and then went all the way He fucked me till I saw he was close I just held him deep so he could not pull out. There was never a mention of condoms He came in me like he had never cum before must have pumped 5 times he pulled out and said he always wanted to ass fuck but his wife would not let him. We exchanged numbers and plan to fuck again

No you didn't use the word "tenant". You used a synonym.... "Trump had kept closed the boarders". Yes costs were lower pre pandemic. That didn't make Trump a miracle worker. Nor does it make Biden ineffective. You seem to have expected a major pandemic would have no other impact.

Oh yeah. I recall taking a raw load in a rubber club. Unzipped ass and cummy as I headed back to the bar. I was a bit freaked out but also a hunger developing. Wondering what the fuck I'd done. Drained my drink and thought 'this is it' and headed back into the dark room to complete my application

I love that moment between first taking corrupted seed, and wondering whether what the fuck you've done. That fork in the road i've seen in guys in saunas and clubs. They're dazed and confused and unable to process it -- they either get out of the place or, if the pregnancy has taken hold and their rebirth is beginning, carry on into the place for more.

Cool! Thats the place! Brings back memories. It was sleazy as I recall. I slipped out one afternoon from a conference in the metropole. I met this nice daddy with a small beard who took me upstairs, laid me on a couch in one of the rooms and fucked me with my legs over his shoulders. I remember I said how nice it was to feel his bare cock in me. He said something like yes, like nature intended then said "Are you poz like me?" How exciting to have a man's cock in you and be asked a question like that!

We've painted ourselves into this so it's our job to find our path out. EVERY site requires physical / health / other attributes (or "ASK ME" type responses) and nothing else, often with the ability to choose only one thing. There's a thread on here about "are there more bottoms than tops" but on any given night of the week, I might feel one way or the other, but I'm not updating my profile on BBRT to reflect it. We're then left with some freeform box of text to talk about who we might really be. Is it a lie to say that I'm a "vers bottom" when I'm exploring topping? Is there "aspiring top" that would encourage someone to take the chance that it might not be great? So, the situation we might create is you're a 62-year-old, healthy, lived an exceptional life and just ran a marathon, can fuck like you've never been fucked before, love slutty 30-year-old bottoms, you look like you're a million bucks. He's honest so ranks himself as "average" on body type. His dick is thick and awesome, but he calls it a "6'" and average. The 30-year-old bottom would have gotten the fuck of his life, had a great time, but at face value would have seen this "honesty" as "not my type." Imagine if I was the 30-year-old bottom and I was really wanting to experiment with being a top. Are we encouraging honesty? And if we can't say yes, then we probably aren't.

Kevin lay panting on the sofa, his arse still throbbing and wet from Sid's cock. He was alone with only the porn film breaking the silence. After a few moments, he got heavily to his feet. He could feel sperm between his buttocks and his hole was puffy and swollen when he touched it with his forefinger. What had he done? Was he carrying their babies? He thought back to his partner being off sick and realized that he probably had the fuck flu. He sighed deeply. And then there was the question of what would he tell his wife if his fears came true? Yet his cock had never felt so stiff below his ample belly and he felt sooo excited. He went back across the corridor and collected his clothes. He debated putting them on, leaving the sauna and hoping nothing would happen. Perhaps he would be lucky. He could go back to his old life..... He smiled at himself in the mirror. "Oh my..." He said out loud. "But what if I am pregnant now?" He giggled and reached back to feel the sperm between his cheeks. "I think it would be nice to do it some more." Carrying his clothes in a bundle, he made his way down the narrow staircase to the reception area.

Ok it’s finally happening. Have decided to finally throw caution to the wind and I’m going to take my first bare cock as a bottom tonight (or really this morning I guess). Met him on Sniffies. Great pics, good chat and no pressure. He’s on his way to my hotel room near Toronto Pearson airport. Honestly I can’t wait. Genuinely tingling with excitement. Will of course update you all!

Interestingly, recent reports indicate that the Mexican Government was more responsible for severely limiting border crossings*, simply because they didn't want another go-around with the former US President. Good on Obrador (and Pardo), as far as I'm concerned. *Apparently, the undocumented, the refugees with sordid histories, etc, were sent back to Mexico's southern border, and then repatriated to the country of origin.

luckily this question pops up less and less as the years pass. my answer was usually some version of "one of the benefits of being gay is we don't have to follow all those weird restrictive rules of gender conduct that stifles you straight people so much. we can make up our own rules."

Great question. I have a feeling with air tags and other newer tracing devices that catching a cheating spouse may be easier or may confrontational. I met the man of my dreams this past weekend, lol. Kinda sad when he's already married and just fooling around on the side. I may never see him again.

There is broad agreement which lead, after years of kicking this around, to a bipartisan border agreement which the majority of our elected folk support. There is only one reason why that isn't in place now; improving our border security and that is Mr T. Let's stop pretending "that ain't so". You seem to be asserting that Trump ran a closed border (not tenants as you wrote). The rate was certainly slower but the quality of care and control lacked. Things have been too open under Biden. I find it laughable that we have RECORD travel and busy airports in this "decimated" economy so many are whining about. We know the global response to Covid majorly disrupted supply chains. Further right at that time as the fast food places wanted staff regardless of minimum wage laws, the effective minimum wage raised to about $15 and above. I have no history in hiring illegals, but I surmise that they sign on for less than that. We are living during peak employment times. Lot's of jobs, too few to fill them. But indeed cost of goods went up during covid and continued in many areas (but lowered in others). We haven't stablized from that yet. A dock worker strike would, of course, once again disrupt supply chain and once again lead to higher prices.

Indeed and thanks @BootmanLA. By agreement with my HIV doc I am not medicated. But I'll get a good cadence of labs going and we'll see how this progresses. I am at a point in life where fretting potential side effects 30 years from now makes no sense. And my genetics are doing a pretty good job of managing. I am not far above the "undetectable" line. And I prefer to play with guys who are equally well informed about risks and how HIV works.

It should not have developed a resistance (the proper term) to that particular med simply by being "off" the med. It's possible, but it's not inevitable. It's much more of a problem to be irregular about the medication - taking it for a few days, skipping a few doses, taking it again. Now - if you go off for 4 months and then re-start, even if the same med is effective, it may take a good while (as in a few months) to bring your VL down to an undetectable range again. And there IS a chance - again, not a great chance, but... - that the medication will be ineffective, or less effective, than it was before. *Fortunately*, there are several good medications out there, and if it turns out you HAVE become resistant to one, there's a good chance another will work.

I just know this is going to be a great story, especially as it's set in my part of town!

When I read these words (without seeing who they were from) they felt like what I would say. I used the exact words "unicorn" when someone in my life declared themselves a "domtop" - I said, "be careful, that's a dangerous designation...and it might pigeonhole you" and "how do you know?" and "but does that mean you wouldn't fuck another top?" The other thing during this really lengthy discussion of proportionality that occurs to me is - the collective "we" hopes for people to be more flexible...the resounding commentary from this thread seems to be "I wish we could all be more flexible." But we're not actually giving that vibe. So - let me say this - the best tops seem to know exactly what they are doing, how to do it, the rhythm with which to do it, and have the confidence to do it. The best bottoms I know seem to instinctually open to a top and move collectively with them. I wish I knew what the tops knew and could play with them without expectation, and I wish from the best bottoms I knew how they just opened themselves up. I'm pretty good at fucking but I don't do either as best as those who do it in my opinion. So, if we say you need to be "X" in order for us to hook up, then we might as well just be stuck exactly who we are. Tops will be tops, bottoms will be bottoms, and for whatever reason those so sure of their position will be confortable. I don't know where this stuff comes from, but I do think that: bottoms likely would like to top; a sizeable number of tops wonder what it's like to be a bottom. But we're not giving that space.

I wasn't trying to go Biblical...but kinda yeah? Don't we? Aren't we? isn't that the nature of all our complaints 🙂

Indeed, I would hope we keep talking until we find a set of facts we can agree upon. In recent years nuance seems to have been lost with overplay of comparatively less important things. We edit ourselves when we should just speak freely and accept "I disagree" with grace.

Sadly, lying has just become an acceptable practice on many levels of society and many different societies

The lack of gratitude for male aggression is atrocious.

I assume this would come from strangers or acquaintances. People who don’t know me. The cause amongst my friends, I’m very open about, and accord of, anything that needs to be done around the home. They also know that I am very proudly 50-50 versatile. ive never been asked the question in regards to non-sexual activities. Cleaning house, shopping, laundry. It’s an Anama to me that anyone would even ask that. I assumed that any question about roles in relationship would be sexual in nature. And again, I’m very comfortable being versatile. I’ve got a big dick and love to fuck. I’ve got a hungry hole that loves to get stuff. And I learned a very long time ago that makes me no less of a man to take things up my ass.

It’s great to know I can block/ignore other members.

Spent way too long at the bath last night, but it seems fall is finally here and summer "no fucking" season is finally over. Not sure how many holes I sampled, but bred 4 of them, got 5 poles in my hole with 3 of them dumping their cum in me. Even found a open ready slut presenting his well used hole to be bred again, without having to hunt and wait when I got ready to go home. Woke up to a cum fart this morning.

A silent breeding can be incredibly hot but there’s nothing as hot as a hot hung top telling me what to do and calling me all kinds of bitch and whore

I answer "neither, or we've got this whole gay thing wrong." There is no corresponding template to the hetero arrangement. My husband and I are both versabottoms though I am way more promiscuous than he is. We've fisted each other. We each do our own laundry. He cooks (he's a foodie and i'm a culinary philistine that just wants his chicken breast, pasta and baked potato/brown rice) but I do the cleaning. He's also the gear head of the household and I've helped him do the brakes on his pick-up truck. We both own motorcycles. There is just no equivalent that divides up the house into those 1950's stereotyped roles for the husband and wife.

To be honest, I don’t know the real answer, but for me being dominated by a black top with a BBC at least 8 inches long and nice and thick as well is a huge turn on. I’m married to black woman, and having a black top use and breed her white husband, is a big turnout for her. She doesn’t care what ethnicity bottom I top, but she prefers for me to be topped by a black man with a big cock. Even the strap on she pegs me with is a BBC. So what I guess it comes down to its physically there’s not any real big difference but mentally for me it’s a bigger turn on to be taken by black cock.

Chapter 5 By the time I dropped mom’s car off and walked over to daddy’s house it was already after noon. I was hoping he wouldn’t be too mad that I was late. I knocked on his door clenching my ass to make sure the plug stayed in. He opened up wearing just a pair of basketball shorts. It looked like he already had a chubby. “Hey boy was getting worried you’d woke up regretting what we did yesterday.” “No sir. Sorry I’m late. I was just so horny this morning I couldn’t wait for more cum. I went to the park to see if the rumors I’d heard were true.” “Well boy, were they?” I didn’t say a word, simply took off my clothes, bent over and let the plug drop from my cunt. “Holy shit boy. Look at that cunt. Your ass lips are all puffy.” I could feel some cum start to dribble down my leg. “How many loads son?” “Three and one more down my throat. I’m so sorry, but I was just so horny I needed more cum.” He ran his fingers down the inside of my leg capturing the cum that had leaked out. He brought his fingers to my mouth and told me to clean them off. “Don’t apologize son. Your true nature is simply coming through. I am so proud of you. Now get on all fours son daddy needs to taste that boy pussy.” I dropped to the floor and he dived into my ass sticking his tongue in as far as he could go. I lost track as to how long he ate me out. I was simply a blubbering slut moaning and begging him not to stop. He pulled his face away from my ass and ordered me to get on the bed now. I ran into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. I got on my back and lifted my legs in the air spreading my ass cheeks apart. He came strutting into the room with his big rock hard dick leading the way. “I am so proud of you son. You’ve become such a piggy slut in such a short time. Were any of those loads poz?” He was stroking his cock as he came closer to me. “Only one load was neg sir,” “Fuck yeah!! There’s no way your not going home knocked up you fucking slut!” He yelled as he shoved his dick deep inside me. “Fuck not so tight now, are you son?” “Harder daddy, knock me up, make me pregnant, ruin my cunt.” “Damn. You weren’t kidding were you honey. This guys a fucking slut.” My eyes flew open and I saw another guy standing next to daddy, naked slowly stroking his 9” thick cock. “Hey son. I want you to meet my husband. He flew in this morning.” “Imagine my surprise when my hubby here picked me up and told me about you. And I was figuring we’d have a hard time finding anyone to breed in this small town. Makes me so hard to hear you begging for his poz cum. You going let me add my poz load next?” “Yes. Yes. Yes. Fucking add your poz babies to my neg cunt.” Daddy started chuckling. “Son, I’m not so sure you have a neg cunt anymore.” Daddy pulled out and his husband took his place. I finally got a good look at the man. Over 6’ muscular, smooth chest with very hairy legs. My eyes went straight for the biohaz tat on his left pec. He caught me staring and said “you like that tat boy?” “Fuck yeah it’s beautiful sir!!” “Did your daddy tell you I was the one who knocked him up?” My eyes got real big as I looked over at daddy. “He’s right son. We met at a Bareback party. I took one look at his tat and knew I wanted him to poz my ass so I could spread the gift. Who knew we’d have so much in common. That was eight years ago. Been pozzing boys together ever since.” All the while daddy had been telling me their story his husband and been plowing my ass. He told me he was getting close so I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deep as he began shooting. They spent the rest of the day using my cunt keeping me filled from both ends. My ass was sore and puffy by the end of the day but I’d never been so happy. I finally had found my true calling in life. The rest of my vacation went much the same way as the first two days. If I wasn’t at daddy’s I’d be at the park. I lost count of how many loads I took. Mom was a little put out that we didn’t spend much time together but she couldn’t argue with how happy and relaxed I seemed. At the end of the two weeks I returned home. It was sad to say goodbye to daddy and his husband but I was forever grateful that he’d helped me discover my true nature. About two weeks after I got home I came down with the fuck flu. I called daddy immediately and told him congrats sir you’re going to a grandpa.

Thanks for all the comments guys. Chapter 3 Daddy pulled his fingers out of my ass and all rational thoughts left my brain. I’ve never felt so empty. I flipped over on my back raised my legs in the air, looked him in the eye and yelled “fuck me daddy please I need your cock now!” “Not good enough boy. You know what you need to say.” “Please give me your poz dick. I need you to poz my boy pussy now!!! He got an evil grin on his face and said “much better son. I knew I was right about you.” Then he slammed his hard cock deep inside causing me to scream out in shock and pain. He bottomed out and leaned down to kiss me deep. “Good boy. Breathe through the pain you’ll get used to daddy’s cock. I just needed to get inside you fast.” He let me get used to his big cock for a few minutes. All the while he was whispering in my ear telling me what a good slut I was and how he was going to ruin my neg cunt. I started to clamp down on his dick and he grinned and said “looks like you’re ready for the breeding to begin. Time to knock you up son.” He started to pull his cock out and when just the tip was left in my hole he started chuckling. “Mmm damn boy. Looks like I did some damage when I plowed into you. Got some blood on my dick.” “Oh fuck yeah” I moaned. “Knock me up daddy!” “Yeah boy. You like that toxic dick don’t you?” “Yes” I screamed. “Don’t stop, fuck me harder.” “Damn you slut. I’m not going last long. You ready for my 6 day load?” Just then he bottomed out and I could feel his cock spasming over and over shooting his toxic cum deep inside me. I clamped down hard on his cock milking every last drop. He collapsed on top of me leaving his dick buried inside in my ass. “Thank you daddy!” “I’m so proud of you son.” He slowly rolled off me pulling his cock from my not so tight hole. I immediately turned around so I could clean off his dick. I took one look at the pink cum clinging to his dick and couldn’t get it in my mouth fast enough. “Fuck that’s delicious!” “Mmm Good boy clean me off good. Now son be a good boy and keep your mouth on my dick.” All the sudden warm liquid started to fill my mouth. Oh fuck he was pissing down my throat. Oh damn that tasted good. What the hell was happening to me? This morning I was a plain boring vanilla guy who hadn’t been fucked in years and today I’ve taken a raw cock, let him shoot his poz load in me followed by a gut full of piss and I was still hornier than I’d ever been. He finished pissing and I just kept sucking. “Damn you’re a hungry boy. Keep sucking like that and your going to make me hard again.” Oh yeah what a way to motivate me. I could feel his cock starting to grow and was soon rock hard again. “Get on all fours boy.” I quickly assumed the position with my ass in the air wiggling my cunt like a dog in heat “Please fuck me again. I’m so horny.” He stuck the head in and I immediately backed up onto his dick until he was balls deep. “Damn boy, I’ve created a monster. And here I was afraid you might be having second thoughts.” “Need more, knock me up. Make me your poz son. Poz me. Poz me. Poz me.” I kept saying over and over. “This load’s going to take a little while longer slut but don’t worry you’ll have more toxic cum soon. I’m so proud of you son.” Sex had had never been this enjoyable. I wasn’t worried about anything. My little cock was totally soft but leaking so much precum my jock was sopping wet. I hadn’t even touched myself since we started. It was all about my boy pussy and milking every last drop of cum, poz cum, from the hard dick inside me. I don’t know how long he continued to fuck me but after awhile he let out a loud moan, slammed in hard and deep and filled my ass again. We both collapsed on the bed and he rolled me onto my side making sure to keep his dick buried inside me. “Thank you daddy. That was amazing.” He wrapped me in his strong arms. I drifted off to sleep feeling safe and extremely satisfied. I’m not sure how long I was asleep for but I woke up and heard this low moaning sound. Then realized it was coming from me. Daddy’s was hard again and slowly moving his cock in and out of me. “Mmm good my boy’s awake. I just can’t get enough of your cunt boy.” He reached around and placed his hand on my jock and squeezed. “Damn son did you cum.” “No sir, that’s just precum.” He stuck his fingers inside my jock and coated them in my juice. He stuck them in my mouth to clean off. I sucked his fingers just as he started to give me load number three. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his softening cock from my dripping boy pussy. “Clench tight son. Don’t want you to lose a drop. Roll over onto your stomach. I’ll be right back.” I could see him come back into the room carrying a butt plug. He got up on the bed. “Lift up a bit son. Let me in your jock, I need some lube.” He chuckled. He rubbed the plug in my precum then shoved it in my cunt. “Don’t want anything to leak out. Need to let my swimmers do their job.” I flipped over on my back and looked up at this hot daddy who had just changed my life. “Thank you sir! I had no idea how much fun cleaning out a house could be.” He got that evil grin on his face again. “How long you in town for son?” “Two weeks sir.” “Mmm good. I think that’s about how long it’s going to take to finish this project.”