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Went to the bookstore and theater in the next city over. It's located in an industrial area and gets a lot of rough looking men when I go. Load#1 mids 50s gay daddy with average dadbod white hair scruff in the booth with a gloryhole. I offered to suck his 6x5 thick cock thru the hole and was able to woof it down, he kept pulling back to keep from shooting. After about the 5th time almost getting it i was about to give up and stood up to leave. But instead I backed my ass to the hole and about 30 seconds of pounding resulted in a load groan and a salty load up my hole Load #1.5 Not a full load but kind of a load, after about an hour of nothing worth playing with, in walks a str8 beefy daddy with a hat salt and pepper hair and beard late 40s wearing jeans boots and a those fishing shirts redneck bubbas like to wear. He went into the booth with no gloryhole and didn't come out. I went in the booth next door and watched him in the peephole, didn't take him long to watch the movie and and work his average size 5inch cock to explosion. Seeing him shoot his load onto the bench and then leave, I decided to go lick it off the seat before spitting and working it into my hole. Load#2 tall Chubby bear with gotee mid40s with gayish hair style, but 6.5 average cut cock came into my booth, and didn't take me long to suck him hard, before he bent me forward and went to town to breed my hole, took about 3 mins before I got his load. Load #3: Now that my ass was nice and lubed up with some loads, I found myself in another gloryhole booth, when a 40s chubby male was working on his thick 6 incher, I motioned for him to stick it thru and I went to town sucking it thru the hole. Wasn't two minutes before I stand up and back my ass onto it. I fucked myself against the hole for a minute or two until I heard the moan from the adjoining booth as well as the flexing of his cock exploding in my hole. Ended up going to the theatre part of the store had a couple tugs and sucks with some average guys but no loads. Load #4: waiting in the theatre I was approached by a chubby 50's bald clean shaven daddy, he had a nice round belly and a thick uncut 5 incher. I was perfect eye level with it as I sucked him hard sitting in a chair. I took a chance and stood up and bent over hoping he would fuck me, and he sure did. Pounded my hole hard as I bent over the chair for a good five minutes. Drew a bit of a crowd, as he was very vocal when he finally bred my hole. Load#5, went back to the gloryhole boothes where I saw a 60s gruff looking construction daddy with a white bushy mustache and 5 o clock shadow. After he wouldn't go into the other side of a gloryhole booth, I was able to coax him into going into a booth with me in it. He was a great kisser and he had a hairy chest, I got down and engulfed his 5 incher average cut cock for a couple minutes. Went back up for some kissing before I backed my cum filled ass on his cock. He started to get soft after a minute of fucking. I went back down on my knees and was able to suck him to completion while working his nipples. I was also able to taste the other loads from my hole on his cock. Load #6: Back to the theatre, i watched a older daddy 60s with white mustache and average dadbod build and 7.5 inch cut cock getting sucked on a couch. I watched for a bit before the cocksucker got tired and offered the Purdy cock to me. I got down on my knees and started sucking it and was deep throating it for a good 5 minutes. The previous cocksucker was now getting sucked by another bystander and started advocating for my guy to fuck me. My guy stood up, and I bent over the couch and he started fucking me with a nice rhythm for a few minutes. The group next to us started to cum very loudly which sped up my daddy and sent him over the edge which resulted in another load for my hole. Load #7 Beefy 50s salt and peppered goteed bald daddy with nice ball belly and bubble ass followed me into another booth. We starting to run out of time and i hate to waste my load in my hand, so he seemed like a nice daddy for me to breed. I starting making out with him for a good while as I was playing with his nipples and hairy chest. He bent over and started sucking my cock as I started to finger his hole. He stood up after a few minutes and before I could fuck him, he had me on my knees sucking his cock. Wasn't sucking more than 30 seconds and he was shooting his load down my throat. No fuck though. Load#8 was out of time and headed out when I saw a hot redneck beefy late 50s married daddy with white close cropped beard in blue jeans and boots coming out a big pickup and walking in. I suddenly had a few more minutes. He went into the first gloryhole booth and I followed suit in the one adjoining. He didn't do anything when I offered to suck, so I decided to stick my cock thru. He instantly started sucking my 7.5 cut cock down and was doing a good job, but it takes my forever to shoot from oral. I told him to let me see that ass. He dropped his jeans and presented his ass to the gloryhole. I was able to work it in nice and slow and open it up, this daddy has taken cock before cause he started fucking himself hard raw and quick pressing against the hole. About three minutes of backing up on my cock I bred that beefy ass of his with my three day dirty load. I withdrew and waited for his mouth to clean it off. He cleaned my cock up and I left full loaded and relieved.

All or Nothing: On my way home from visiting my gf in London I chanced across an advert for something to do with homeless people, it was one of these that had a photo of a guy attached and a brief short story. I don't know if it was staged photo or not but he looked homeless, dirty face, tangled, unkempt hair, beard. Not ugly but wasn't what society considered attractive (a feeling I knew all too well and often as a result the kind of guy I gravitated to for the hope of some fun). His story read that he was homeless, sick, had done nothing wrong, lost his home, couldn't find work.....wait a minute, sick?? Suddenly a light went off in my dark perverse mind. I was always drawn to the darkest, nastiest, even grossest men on sites for raw encounters and more and this was maybe the ultimate dark perversion in raw breeding fun. There's a good chance a homeless guy wouldn't be medicated but I wasn't am idiot, just cause a guy is homeless doesn't make him either gay or willing to fuck a guy. I needed a plan. I decided London was the best choice, biggest city near me and surely a sizable homeless community. I started by visiting a few homeless shelters looking for my 'boyfriend' who might have gone missing, this led me to a couple of small communities of gay guys who looked out for their own on the streets, some promising individuals but all lacked something, an air of sickness, a potential for filth, something. I told them my bf was a PNP boy (a term I'd learnt on the sites I perused) and they directed me to a park in Brixton where a guy named Des frequented but was warned he was very rough. Hopes soared! I made my way to the park in question, hung around for about 3 hours and soon eyed the prize, cautiously I made my way to a guy under a tree smoking a rollie and stopped dead in my tracks. This guy was disgusting!

I was in NYC last week I was there to see some broadway shows I went on sniffies for a brief moment I was hit on by a young usher He was at the show Wicked He asked if I was free. Yes but it had to be quick because we both were going to a 1 pm show. In a few minutes he was at my door He was extremely cute and was wearing his black usher uniform. He got undressed quickly and had a wonderful dick. I sucked him a little and he was feeling my ass. He them spit on my ass and went right in. He said he only fucked bare. In a few minutes he grew quicker and i could feel him cum Boy did he cum He then said he had a girlfriend but he occasionally liked an older ass to fuck.I asked him his age and he said 22. He dressed quickly and said if he had time he might hit me up again. That never happened but. I went to my show with his cum dripping out of me

Quick pump and dump during lunch hour left my hole with 2 extra loads from a hot builder on his break. came by and I was already in my jock and my hole had a load that my partner deposited before leaving the house. he had a nice 8", cut and very thick cock and since we never discussed statuses or condoms I knew it was going to be raw. I dropped to my knees to free his cock and took him in my mouth all the way, smelling his man scent and sweat which drove me wild. he kept moaning and telling me what a good cocksucker I am and if I do a good job he's gonna spread the news to all his coworkers (yay for me!) soon after he pushed me off his cock, I assumed the position and presented my hole and he dove right in with his tongue, as he was tasting my man cum in me he asked how many loads I have in me and I told him just 1 for now, sir. That got him wild and he repositioned himself on top me and just rammed his cock all the way in. i love the feeling of being used and he definitely knew how to use a slut. he went on like that for about 15 minutes till he announced he was going to breed my cunt and soon after I felt that wonderful warmth being spread in my hole. it was a HUGE load and it felt like he was just shooting for a min, he saw my surprise look and just told me that he has hyperspermia and that he can shoot several times in a row. He pulled out and I had trouble to keep in all in me so I asked him to plug my hole as I clean his cock, tasting his sweet cum and my ass juices (YUM!) That got him hard again and soon after I was on my back as he pulled out the plug and shoving back his rock hard cock! This time it was even rougher fuck and it was a race for him to cum since he had to get back to work till he again announced that he was cumming. The second time was even more intense and it felt like he was never going to stop shooting cum in me. Honestly it felt like I was bred by at least 10 men (and I know that feeling lol) when he finally stopped shooting his enormous load he just laid on top me kissing as his cock deflated and plopped out of my hole. he immediately shoved back the plug and told me to keep his babies as I went on back to clean his cock from all the cum. i was feeling exhausted and so full of cum and I just love it!!! as he left he told me he's definitely gonna be stopping by more and that he's definitely gonna share me with the rest!

Let a guy bareback me the other night, but he had to fuck me in his walk in closet because his girlfriend was sleeping in the living room. He fucked me so hard in that closet and without saying a single word shot his load in me. Then I shot mine on his face and licked it off. We didn't wake her, which I thought was nice. Next time I'm making him breed me in their bed though. Fuck the closet.

Prelude: As a guy I've failed in life, growing up I fancied guys and girls, particularly a boy in my class but to avoid the ridicule I kept it to myself. I did the expected thing, found myself a girlfriend, didn't last, found another, same result. Around 20 I found Gaydar and despite the plethora of opportunities I never saw myself as attractive (skinny and spotty) so my entire gay exploration involved a single meet with a guy, brief suck, hand job and him cumming over my chest. By my late 20's I met a woman, ended up married in my early 30's we played out our lives but it was ultimately boring. I hovered around the gay sites on occasion often drawn to the darker aspects like bareback and HIV+ guys, met 2 older gentlemen who were nudists but my fears led to a half-baked lie and I left their home before anything could happen. I eventually cheated on her with another woman, she found out (or maybe I subconsciously let her?) and I ended up a bachelor alone. Perhaps this was my time to explore guys?

Exploration, Covid-Stalled & Adventure: Fast forward to late-2019 I had settled in my new flat, was finally ready to take the plunge in the raw and kinky worlds of BBRT, Recon and NKP. Had found several guys who were interested, my desires into the darker aspects diminished as I realised more men were medicated than ever before but I still wanted it raw but I of course hesitated then of course the dreaded C hit, the world locked down, I ended up in my flat for another year just looking and not doing much. Once the dust settled and we all emerged I found myself a little chubbier than I had been and my semi-receding hairline was in full swing, in short, if I didn't consider myself attractive in my youth I certainly didn't now! Nevertheless I was determined to find something. A couple of promising meets fizzled out and more guys wanted either experience or younger, I was neither! Dejected I went back to what society expected of me, found a woman, dated, hadn't moved in yet but was becoming serious. But by now the gnawing at the back of my mind as a teen had become an unexplored, all-consuming just. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend or husband, I was just absolutely desperate for cock and cum, the darker and riskier the better. Then, the bow finally broke.

A lot of people think that the muscovite is jockeying for the tax breaks. Me, I think he has something else in mind much bigger. I think he’s laying the groundwork for an eventual presidential run himself with a side step in a high-powered position in the convicted felon’s administration.

I love doing that to the bottom I’m about to breed. I’ll have them get into 69 position and go down on my cock, their ass will be in my face and I’ll eat them out, taste the inside of their ass, get them nice and wet with spit and all the while my cock will be wicked hard, I swear I gain more than another half inch in length and girth when I’m rimming a sweet ass .

Being really pedantic here, but Malaysia, and Indonesia adopted Islam way before the colonial era. The people were definitely Hindu and Buddhist before the adoption of Islam. This is evidenced by 1. Candi Prambanan, ('candi' originally coming from the word 'chaitya') which is the temple dedicated to Brahma, one of the rare temples dedicated to this deity. 2. Candi Mendut, a Mahayana temple dedicated to Vairocana, Avalokitesvara, and Vajrapani. 3. Candi Plaosan, Borobudur, and the thousands of Hindu temples in Bali. There are hundreds of loanwords from Sanskrit. But, the Islamisation of Malaysia and Indonesia occurred with Arab, Persian, and Gujarati and Tamil Muslim traders coming to the area, from the 900s onwards. The Malacca Sultanate from 1400 onwards, and the various Sultanates really sped up the adoption of Islam way before the Portuguese and Dutch came to trade in the Spice Islands. Also, Bali is majority Hindu, and has been so since the 1400s as well. All in all, to say that Islam has been entrenched here for quite a long while. The modern interpretation of Islam is what I was talking about with the two countries becoming increasingly conservative, and anti LGBTQ,

Once my cherry was popped there was no desire to ever go back to covered cock. It had to be raw, and I’ve never asked a top to pull out. I expect Him to cum inside me. If a top wants to fuck using a condom, I’ll work him over hard to ditch the condom and breed me. Only exception I make is seriously hung safe-only tops. Any other average size safe only tops can find another hole to fuck.

I'd be hard pressed to say I've ever met a barebacker who went back to safe once they went raw.

To be sure the US was formed when global thinking was in "find and conquer" mode. It is clearly recorded in human history how consistently violent our species has proven to be. Does this mean we can seek and choose a more cooperative and peaceful coexistence? Yes, of course we can; and I submit our quarter of a millennia US experiment documents that effort. There is never, ever going to be a time we can change our past. Many will try to forget or make up stories about our past. But our actual path, the story of what actually happened is fact. There is lots of revisionist history, perhaps to try to explain a transition from our innate violence. None of us is solely responsible for our present state. But our present state is something that can be accurately described, and where we can make better if imperfect choices. It won't happen automatically though. Each one of us needs to make that decision of doing "the next right thing". And when most of us chooses that, we seem to do better.

I think "major freeloader" is waaaaay too gentle term. The North American Continent was invaded by "pale-faced" people, the first of which were befriended by the Native American peoples. When enough of my forbears had arrived, they proceeded to hunt down, murder or otherwise eradicate the indigenous folks that had lived on this continent for millennia. The few indigenous that managed to escape the wholesale slaughter were rounded up, forced onto what was then deemed "useless" land, and left to fend for themselves, which basically remains the case down to this very day. Of course, that outrage against humanity was followed up with the importation, enslavement of a race of people that has, at certain times, at least been acknowledged and some attempts at amelioration made, with further redress coming mostly from the flapping lips of those who at least give lip-service to the issue. "Freeloader" is far too kind a word to use regarding this eradication of an entire population.

@nananan you're concluding the government already abused them. Which is an interesting comment in the current public discourse. Mr T of course has already stated he wants to use the military to take care of anyone HE (not the rest of us necessarily) deems undesirable. Our control of course comes in WHO we select to govern. And thankfully it is because we elect, hopefully, a diverse set of legislators that we get the beneficial effects of averaging. It is more difficult for extreme positions to prevail in this situation. The part of the public discourse that is underplayed I believe is this whole "freedom" thing. It was never meant that we can do whatever we want. That opens up extremists to do whatever they want (cue MTG). The freedom the "freedom" party (if Republicans are, actually, that) advocates is that fifty percent of the population is incapable about making decisions about their own body. The domain that is us, as individuals, should remain able to believe, think and do with our bodies whatever we want. The domain that is what we DO to others, to maintain a healthy society, needs guardrails. The other part of the public discourse which troubles me is what we SAY. Thankfully it isn't laws so much as public pressure that tends to control this. Of course, this is first amendment stuff...

As a versatile fisting bottom, I cannot go past guys that have been used & worked over for extended periods with their holes so loose, sloppy & full of piss, cum & lube. Especialy full of crisco to get my face into, snort around, eating them out. Never say no to someone eatting me out at the same time. Sloppy used cunts, to die for😜😜😜.

I was contemplating Trump winning election but, something happens, to remove him from office & Vance after being groomed to step right in. Either way, I believe that Trump is being used as a fall guy for someone way, way more sinister & disastrous for the United States & the rest of the world.

Oh, I'm not saying the Branch Davidian thing wasn't an abuse of power. But my point is that they were armed, and it did them absolutely no good. People who think the second amendment is really about being able to face down a hostile government military are clueless twits: the military could obliterate every one of them without any loss of life on the government's side, if it so chose. The second amendment today is really about small-dicked insecure boy-men wanting a substitute penis that shoots bullets in rapid fire rather than semen, to prop up their fragile egos. That sounds great until you start to implement it. Which activities call for voluntarism, and which ones get covered by the general public/pool? 12,000 people die every year falling down stairs, with many, many thousands more injured, many requiring hospitalization for broken limbs, etc. Do we require "voluntarism" pools for everyone who needs to go to the second story of a building without an elevator? Why, or why not? At what level do we deem risk great enough to exclude it from coverage under general policies, and require those who take that risk to seek separate coverage or risk sharing?

Correct. There's still some legal debate as to what a "natural born citizen" is (does it mean citizen from birth, as most experts believe, or does it mean citizen born on US soil?). But Musk fits neither definition. Separately, I don't think Musk wants to be president, at least not of this country. It's too much like real work.

Same here, once I took that first load, I never played safe again.

He probably had hyperspermia. It's a real thing. Some of the videos are amazing. Lots of it on Twitter. Would love to suck off a guy like that or take his load in my ass.

Shouldn’t be an issue to meet up and get balls deep inside him. Undetectable is untransmissible. U=U. You can also go onto prep if you’re trying to be extra careful about that. I’ve done it probably few hundred times and never caught it. I guess it’s just a matter of the guy being truly undetectable, but it’s rare for tops to catch it…but nothings 100% safe unless you abstain or cover up. That just doesn’t feel good and not a great way to live your life. Fucking bare feels so much better.

Getting Away – Part 6 Matt hears the music begin for the DJ Mardi Gras party. Matt heads towards the pool to find Paul and their stuff. Matt gets to the pool and sees their cooler next to a couple of the bears. He sits down, makes a drink, and asks if they’ve seen Paul. They say Paul left with a few guys about a half hour ago. They ask where Matt was and he says, “I met some new friends in the pool. We went to spend some time together.” They all laugh and one of the bears calls him a slut, but in a good-natured/envious tone. As Matt drinks his drink, he looks around and the pool area has mostly thinned out. Matt says, “This place is almost empty. Did everyone pair off to fuck?” One of the bears says, “Ha. Slut. No. Most of the guys are having dinner and getting ready for the party tonight.” Matt blushes a bit at his assumption that everyone was doing what he was doing. The guys say the party can get a bit wild and that some of their friends who have an RV set up close to the party usually have beer and a small bar. Matt asks if he can bring something and they say, “Bring whatever you and Paul want to drink and they’ll keep it for you.” The bears say, “Come by our campsite in a about an hour and we can head over together.” They clean up their area. The bears head back to their campsite. Matt carries the cooler back to the cabin. He sees a guy on their porch and says hi. The dude is smoking weed and is clearly high as fuck. Matt hears Paul say “I’m cumming” from inside the cabin. Matt smiles. He asks the dude on the porch, “What’s up?” The guy on the porch says, “I came already so I came out here to smoke some more while Paul fucks my friend.” High dude, speaking as much to himself as to Matt, continues, “Dude fucks bareback. No judgment, but damn. I got head from Jay while your dude was rearranging his ass. I love getting fucked and fucking but I only do it with condoms dude, ya know?” Matt just nods along. Jay and Paul come out. High dude offers the joint to them. Paul takes a puff, Jay takes a puff and Matt passes and the joint goes back to High dude. Paul introduces Matt to Jay who says, “Nice to meet you. I saw you in the pool earlier. You’re sexy. The guys I know say you are popular too.” Jay smiles and says, “Bottom to bottom. Don’t steal all the tops. We gotta get fucked too.” Matt laughs and says, “Sounds like you just got fucked.” Jay says, “Paul is a great fuck. I could do that again any time.” High dude says, “Jay you’re such a slutty cum dumpster man.” Paul says, “And he swallowed your load. Maybe show some gratitude.” Jay, Paul and Matt step away from High dude, clearly not liking what they are hearing. Jay apologetically says, “A lot of my friends think like this. I mean we all have sex right, but a bottom who has sex is somehow sluttier.” Matt says, “I feel that guys judge me more because I’m a bottom that likes to have sex.” Paul says, “I judge you both and rate you very highly.” Jay collects High Dude and heads out. As they are leaving Jay turns and says, “Hey can we keep this between us. I don’t want my friends to lecture me this weekend.” Paul says, “I never kiss and tell. Except Matt. He knows all.” Matt shrugs and says, “Secret is safe with me dude.” Matt and Paul go inside. Matt tells Paul the plan for liquor and the party. Paul finds a joint left behind by the guys. They go back on the porch to smoke it. Paul asks Matt if he had fun and Matt gives a few details. Paul shares a bit too. Matt tells Paul what the high dude said about fucking bareback. Paul says, “Yeah he caused a bit of a scene. For a dude that gets high, he was kind of an aggressive dick.” They finish the joint and head out, clean up, shower, and change for the party. Matt has changed into sneakers and some small blue shorts, the half shirt/jersey from earlier. Paul is in an open button down and shorts. Matt compliments Paul's shorts. Usually Paul wears cargo shorts, but tonight his shorts show off Paul’s nice thighs. Matt says, “Been a while since we’ve fucked huh? As much as these guys are fun. I miss our sex.” Paul grabs Matt’s hand and says, “Me too. I love how you love getting fucked. Later tonight maybe?” Matt says, “After the party? I want to dance.” Paul says, “Sounds good.” And almost as if this nice moment slips past the guys, Matt says, “But I don’t want to limit you tonight. You find some ass, go get it.” Paul chuckles and says, “You too.”

I went to Berlin Fickstutenmarkt at Folsom Europe in September as a mare. I eventually got fucked by 16 guys (presumably different but I have no real idea). Sounds like a lot but most were very short fucks. Sometimes only a couple of thrusts before moving on to the next hole! I reckon only a couple of the fucks lasted more than 30 secs. While I ticked this off my bucket list, overall it was a somewhat disappointing experience. I can't understand why they hold it on the actual day of the Folsom Europe Saturday street fair. It should be on the Sunday. Or the Friday night. Consequently it wasn't a packed event. And despite the many rules and regulations around how mares are managed and offered to tops, none of that seemed to be followed. It was a race to grab the slings and other good spots. And those bottoms at the front of the queue were then very aggressive and rude in protecting their spots and warning others to get away so as not to compete with them or their friends in the the first room. I was in the larger second room and it took quite a while for some of the tops to make it in there and start servicing the mares there. And numbers seemed to dwindle after a couple hours so they shut the second room down and moved those of us left into the bar area and first room. Would have been better if everyone was in that larger second room to stat with. Though, the furniture there possibly wasn't best suited to being th main room. I stayed as long as I could, around 4 hours, but it was pretty boring waiting 10 minutes or so in the dark, before a 15-20 second anonymous fuck, then nothing again for another 10-15 minutes. Anyway, I guess at least I've done it now. lab oratory on the Thursday naked night was so much better. With several hundred naked guys fucking all over the place as far as the eyes could see. Got fucked by four guys, all decent extended fucks, including one aggressive deep fucker who was inside me for about 45 mins in a public gynecologist chair as streams of guys walked past, touching me and appreciating the show! 😋 Good times! 😁

Last week I got a text from one of the guys. He said him and a couple of his friends and heading over to the same motel. He was wondering if I wanted to play. I said absolutely. A couple days later in the eairly afternoon he told me he is here and the room number. I got ready took a couple viagra just in case and headed over. I saw a few motorcycles in the parking lot as I parked. Knocked on the door and someone opened it. I saw three big hairy guys in naked in leather chaps and vests sitting on the couch stroking each other. I looked at the guy that opend the door and said I said wow you guys look hot. One of them got up and said come sit and have a beer. The room smelled like leather, beer and cigars. I sat in between two guys and the rest were sitting in the chairs. We talked a bit and passed a pipe to me to smoke some stuff. After a few minutes of talking I saw the guy next to me stroking his cock and the other one grabbed my legg hard then rubbed my legg. I was already getting hot. I leaned over to the hard cock and started to suck it. The other pulled my leggs so I was laying flat across his lap as I was sucking. I felt my sweat pants get pulled down as he slapped my ass then rubbed it. I just kept sucking. Then one sitting on a chair said enough of this shit got up grabbed my arm and pulled me to the floor grabbing my other arm dragged me over to the bed. Picked me up and threw me on the bed and pulled my sweat pants off. He grabbed my tee-shirt and ripped it off me pulled my leggs apart pulled my ass up and shoved his face in my ass. His grip on my ass as he spread them wide was so hard it hurt as he shoved his tongue was deep in my hole. I felt the bed move and the others were on it rubbing my back as I was getting rimmed. Someone sat by my head pulling my hair so I had my head lifted to suck. During this I heard someone say get the stuff. But as I was sucking the smell of his leather chaps got me got and sucked the best I could. I felt the guy rimming me stop as I felt cold stuff on my hole then a finger went in deep as it burned like hell. Heard some chuckles as they said he going to get et loose. All of a sudden felt like a pole was at my hole it was so hard as it slowly pushed in heard him moan as it went deep and I just laid my head on the guy I was sucking on his lap. Took his cock so deep and was it was feeling great I moaned. Then the pounding started! He pounded for some time as others were saying things. My head was lifted to suck. I tried to suck but the pounding was hard my head kept bouncing into the guys stomach. Someone started shoving pillows under my hips as someone stood over me on the bed and pulled my hips so the pillows were under me. Then the pounding continued till I heard a growl and heavy breathing. He pulled out started sucking more and felt precum and a moan has my head was pushed down till I gagged and almost puked. He moaned as his hand was on my head grabbed a handful of hair as my mouth got filled. He let go as he was breathing hard and rubbing my head and said don't move as I tasted and felt a stream of piss filling my mouth. I drank it all. He got off and walked away. I looked back and saw a big muscle one come up to me turned me over on my back lifted my leggs and said now my turn! He positioned his cock, pushed in as he grabbed my neck and pulled me towards him as he shoved his cock deep. He squeezed my neck so tight as he pumped hard I couldn't breathe. I gasp as it made him hotter he pounded so hard then he said he likes this he's hard as he pumped harder. He let go and I blew a small load as the rush hit me. He then moaned and blew a load in me pulled out and walked away. I heard one say I want that cock I'm me as I saw one of them grabbing him and pushed him over on me. As I layed there with this heavy guy laying on me he was getting fucked by one of them. We kissed as he was getting pounded for a while. When it was over he climbed to my head squated over my face and was told to suck it out. So I licked and got my lips around his hole and sucked as much cum out of it. He got off and I laid there recovering as they were talking, drinking and smoking cigars. I was sore as hell. But felt great. I was just laying there and one got up took his leather stuff off and threw them at me. He told me to put them on so I got the chaps on 2 times the size of me. The vest was hugh but got them on. Was told to stand by them so I did and one tied the side laces tighter. They said hot as fuck come sit and have a drink with us. So after a few minutes of drinking then smoking I was having a good time. I saw the time was about 11 and said wow time flies when having fun. They asked you have to go? I said im good till late tomorrow. One guy said excellent i want to fuck a few times. I laughed and said me too. He said great. We want to party the whole weekend. I said sounds fun. One said get on all fours here i want to see your ass in those chaps. So I did, he got up stroking and got to his knees and slid in my wet worn hole. He pumped for some time as the others stroked and watched someone had his foot hard on my head and made me lick his boots as I was getting pounded. He blew a load and as the foot got off my head I crawled up to him to suck him. Another guy got to my ass and stuck a few fingers in me as he said my hole is pouring out cum as they laughed. He got a lot of fingers in then asked for a cigar and he fucked my hole with his cigar for a bit. I got pulled off the cock and turned around to sit on it as I sat on it one got up and sucked me as I layed back on the guy I was sitting on. He nibbling my neck and ears got me hard as fuck. I got pushed off and was told to fuck this guy sitting next to us. He turned on the couch and stuck his ass up so I fucked him. I lasted maybe 2 minutes..lol Sat back down and grabbed my beer. I drank more. One brought out a laptop and we watched some gay gangbang porn for a long time. I was told to smoke and drink while watching. Had to be an hour or more. Then one got up and said I need to fuck walked to me pulled my arm as the others got up and pushed me towards the bed. I got pushed to my back then I felt my arms pulled as I heard on say I got the cord. Did something under the bed but then I felt cord wrapped around my wrists as they tied my arms wide. Then my leggs were tied to my wrists so they were up and wide. They stood there stroking as they were looking at me. Then one by one fucked me again. I asked to get untied it was getting painful but told to shut up as the pounding continued. I got nervous when I saw a knife but he just cut the cords off me. I was done. It had a be a couple of hours. I just laid there in good pain but exhausted. One came o er took off the leathers as I fell asleep. I woke up later and between two naked guys that were sleeping next to me and i looked at the room it was dark and saw the others on a mattress on the floor. I was so beat i feel back to sleep. I woke to someone rubbing my ass and leggs. When i opened my eyes to see he was laying on his side rubbing me. I said good morning he shush me as he continued. Then I felt a finger in my hole then two. He pulled out and continued rubbing my ass and leggs. I looked over on the other side the guy was still in deep sleep. I felt the guy rubbing me move as he pulled me away from the other and he rolled on me and felt his cock slide in he pumped slowly not to wake the others. I had my head turned looking at the other guy as he was sleeping. Then heard a quite moan as i felt him throbbing and rolled off. I just laid there for sometime I saw the sun was out and was bright. Then heard someone say wake up you fuckers. One by one they got up. One was getting dressed and said ill get breakfast and he left. I heard a motorcycle ride off. The other guy sleeping next to me said how are you? I said good, I slept well till I got fucked this morning. He said he's a horny fucker.. I giggled. As I rolled to my back he grabbed my cock and balls and squeezed them and said you have fun? I said definitely. He said we want to do this again in a few months. I said ok just let me know. He grabbed my head and brought me into a kiss then heavy tongue action as he moved on top of me. I wrapped my leggs around him as I felt his hard cock slide in and pumped away. The other guy laid on his side watching. I saw one guy standing and stroking as he watched. As soon as I got a load the other came and slid in and pumped hard as fuck. I had my leggs on his shoulders as I got another load. All I heard was someone saying great morning. It was then I heard a motorcycle and then the guy was carrying food. He said what the fuck guys, as he saw everyone on the bed. One said drop a load before you eat. He stripped and walked over lifted my leggs and started to eat my hole. I heard him sucking my hole stood up with a hard on and gave me a load. We all sat at the table and couch to eat. One made the crap coffee but I needed it. We talked for a long time and they invited me to see them at their clubhouse. They have slings, crosses and benches and all kinds of things. I said that sounds good. But it's 5 hours away. They said make a weekend out of it there are others that would like you too. I agreed After I got in the shower to clean up and one came in to piss looked at me and said want to drink? So I sat on the toilet and sucked him till he filled my belly with piss. I got up showered and dressed. As I walked out they said their good byes. I got in my car and saw it was 4pm when I finally left.

Showed up at his place and he told me to strip down. He led me to a back bedroom that was set up as his play area. He told me to get in the sling and get comfortable. He excused himself for a few while I got into the sling. When he returned, he asked if I wanted anything to loosen up. I replied yes and he opened his bag and pulled out a pipe. He handed it to me and said go for it. As I started blowing clouds, he began lubing up my ass. Without saying anything, he reached over grabbed a butt plug, sprinkled some powder on it, and started to push it in. It was bigger than I am used to so he massaged it until it popped in. After letting me smoke for a few minutes, he took the pipe and started strapping my arms and legs into the sling. Only thing he said to me while he was doing it was I don’t want you to touch yourself while you are getting fisted. About this time, everything started to kick in and all I wanted to do was touch myself. He slowly started to pull the butt plug out. The popping sound and the feeling when it came out took my breath away. He asked me if I was ready and I moaned yes. He gave me a big hit of poppers and started. He slid one, two, and then more fingers into me. When he reached the first stopping point, he worked his hand in and out. He told me to breathe a few time and just relax. The moment his hand slid in, my body shivered and I had an instant feeling of pleasure. He spent the next 30 minutes working my ass over. The guy was a man of few words. When he was done fisting me, he stood up and slid his dick in me. He started fucking me and after a few minutes began to grunt and pound me as he dropped his load in me. He unhooked me and I got out of the sling. He offered me the pipe again, which I didn’t refuse, and took some big hits before I left. When I went to the bathroom to clean up, I logged onto BBRTS since I knew I was going to still be high and horny when I left. I got dressed and headed out.

In what seemed like a blink, Dale entered the room and decked the lookalike that Brock had met at the entrance of the building. The man Brock had thought was his uncle. The man who had been so eager to get Brock's dick in him this morning. The imposter crumpled to the floor clutching his nose, which was bleeding profusely. Brock was caught off guard and shrunk back from the two men. Dr. Shah stood on reflex, seemingly more to protect his supplies than to intervene in the altercation. Dale turned to Brock and winced at the look on his nephew's face - watching someone lose trust in you in real time is never pleasant. "Sorry I'm late, bud." Dale offered. "What. The fuck. Is going on?" Brock asked with icy pointedness, still distancing himself from Dale and his doppelganger. "Brock, meet my brother Rod. My twin brother Rod," Dale said with an unamused dryness. Dale nudged Rod with the toe of his boot, rolling his brother a bit onto his back. As he rolled, his shirt rode up in the front and Brock noticed the conspicuous absence of a scorpion tattoo where Dale's was on his lower abdomen. "I'd planned for you to meet your dad a little differently," Dale said. The statement seemed more intended for Rod than Brock. "What is he doing here? What's going on?" Brock's brain itched a little when Rod was referred to as his dad. As though he couldn't figure out where to comfortably put that information in his brain. "The fuck did you tell him?" Dale's attention was back on Rod. Something was seething under the surface of his tone. Brock was pretty sure they crossed the line of "dysfunctional" long before this moment, but he got the impression that even if the brothers' sexual proclivities were "traditional," this family wouldn't even approach the realm of functional. "We just got in here, I was telling him about Dr. Shah," Rod forced out around his potentially broken nose. Dale looked to Brock, seemingly for confirmation and Brock nodded back tentatively. "We're here to get you tested, bud. To be absolutely certain the virus took. And if it did, to ensure it's my strain that you've got." Dale said matter of factly. Dale shot a withering glance at his brother. "As for why he's here, i suppose he thinks this is about him." "I got sick. I haven't had sex with anyone but you. Of course I got your strain," Brock sputtered. Realizing that wasn't quite true as of a few minutes ago. "Of course this is about me!" Rod shouted incredulously. "He's my kid!" "We have to be 100% certain," Dale said with a tone of finality, "because..." "Because you're dying," Dr. Shah finished for him. "Unless you start meds." A somber silence sat on the room like a lazy cat in the sun. Brock sat down on the exam table. Dale broke the silence by beginning to explain about the Scorpion Society. The basics, unbeknownst to Dale, Brock already knew. "The society was founded by the viral descendants of the first known case of HIV in North America. We have tasked ourselves with preserving the purity of the first strain. We do that by enforcing a strict hierarchy based on how far removed a person is from that strain." "The current Jarls are direct recipients of that first strain. Their role is to convert others by passing their strain along and coaching those who receive it. Those who keep their strain pure and unmedicated are eligible to be Thanes. Those who go on meds are welcome as citizens. Those who receive their strain from Thanes are also welcome as citizens regardless of meds. Anyone converted by citizens or outsiders is too far removed from the first strain and is not welcome." "Dale and I are both Jarls," Rod chimed in. He pulled the collar of his muscle shirt down to show off his orange scorpion tattoo on his left pec. "Dale runs the local nest. I run a nest up in Chicago." "So, what happens if a Jarl has to step down?" Brock asked, the gears beginning to turn. "Normally, the Thanes keep the nest running until everyone can be re-homed," Dale replied. "But in the case of my nest, the power vacuum left in my absence could threaten the entire Society." "So, where do I factor in?" Brock realized this question still had not been answered. Dale turned to Dr. Shah, who had finished prepping supplies and was wheeling a metal table over toward Brock. "I research viral heredity, Brock. In theory, infection under the right circumstances could result in a viral strain that is substantially similar enough to the existing Jarls that we can make a case for succession," Dr. Shah explained, "circumstances like if the strain passed to a close relative of an existing Jarl." "You want me to be in charge!?" Brock's heart was pounding in his temples and his ears were ringing even before he was consciously aware of the implications. "One step at a time, bud," Dale reassured him, "first things first, we need to confirm you're poz. But eventually, yes. That is the general idea." Dr. Shah was putting on exam gloves. Brock was unfazed by needles. In fact, he'd kind of always been fascinated by them. When he was younger he used to delight in watching his veins pop up distal to the tourniquet. His favorite nurse at his pediatricians office had always made it a a race, commentating on them like it was NASCAR or something. Dr. Shah had no trouble finding a suitable vein. Brock had been so wrapped up listening to the three men in the room talk about this undertaking that he'd been oblivious to the fact that he was well on his way to a raging erection. He blamed the sudden attention from the handsome doctor. Dr. Shah talked Brock through every step in the process as he sanitized his arm and prepared to insert the needle. The doctor's experience was evident, as Brock didn't even feel the stick. He only knew it happened because he watched it. Despite the lack of sensation, the whole thing felt very erotic to Brock. Brock observed as his blood - his presumably extremely viral blood - crept its way from the needle to the waiting vials. Brock's erection was now full mast, even beginning to throb. He could already feel his precum soaking through his briefs and making his jeans damp. When Dr. Shah had the blood he needed, he quickly placed samples in several places. Brock looked around the room and could see that his uncle rock hard and also making a mess of the front of his jeans. Rod had pulled the waistband of his shorts down and pulled his dick out of the pouch of his jock and was openly stroking, his precum making excellent lube. Dr. Shah returned to the side of the exam table, his own bulge very noticeable in his khaki chinos. "Now, let us get to work on the other sample," Dr. Shah said, a thread of lust running through his voice as he began to unbuckle his belt.

my record for drinking cum is 26 loads. the record for my ass is 3 times that

Stretching the pale blue Lycra cycle suit around my every muscle, making sure the suit was as tight as possible. I pulled and wriggled them as snuggly as I could up my ass because I just love the feel of the second skin around my cheeks and hole. I adjusted my dick in an upright position, but it always falls to 3 o’clock to show nicely as soon as I move. It was already a hot day when the 100-mile cycling Sportive mass start set off although we quickly strung out into groups going at our own pace. I latched on to the back of a pack from a cycle club all in tight white lycra that leaves nothing to the imagination especially as everyone is commando under the figure hugging material. For mile after mile, I watched this one young guy’s ass cheeks pumping up & down rhythmically as if it was calling my name beckoning me to stroke it until my cock was pressing painfully hard against my thigh! When we made it to the first food stop, I thought about continuing on as there was no way I could A.) Hide my erection B.) Make it go down I got off the bike with some difficulty but was quickly calmed as he smiled when he noticed the bulge in my lycra clad crotch, "What brought that on?" he enquired smirking. "Errrr….Must be the heat" as I adjusted myself so my cock was pointing straight up again and less obvious. "Yeah, IT sure is hot", he grinned, looking at me and winked. The innuendo made my cock swell even harder and I felt pre-cum ouse from my piss slit leaving a noticeable wet spot too. "I'm surprised you could even ride with that in the way!" He grinned deftly ushering me away from his team mates. "No problem man, I just stood on the pedals out of the saddle" We laughed and sat on a bench eating sweets and sipping energy drinks and as we got our breath back he asked, "Has it gone down enough to carry on yet?" "Well….., almost" I admitted, as I was semi-hard simply because I couldn't get the image of his supple ass out of my mind. "We can stay here until you're ready, or maybe wait a bit more until the rush dies down so we can sneak into the disabled toilet to......." he said, looking me meaningfully in the eyes. Whilst this has always been a fantasy for me, now presented with the opportunity I hesitated until I looked down to see his cock, a monster, was straining against the front of his bibshorts. It took my breath away, ‘Jesus H Christ’ I thought, then couldn’t help myself, reached over to grasp his fat tool through the ultra-thin material. "Oh wow! Mmmmm, that’s a great feeling", he gasped “Not here” I said, “Wait until we find somewhere secluded en-route. Looks like your buddies went on without you” "Yeah, such a shame that" before dropping to a whisper "Coz it looks as if you have enough there to satisfy the lot of us!" Now we both had trouble and dare not stand to get back on our bikes until we were decent again to continue in the event. After a few more miles we entered a wooded area next to the main river and suddenly the climate changed with a sharp downpour. I forgot what effect water had on my pale outfit and his white lycra. Within minutes we were soaked and you could see through both suits leaving nothing to the imagination. “This wasn’t forecast, I didn’t bring any wet weather gear, did you?” “No, me either.” “Let’s shelter under that bridge, look up ahead.” “Perfect!” We got off our bikes and laid them down on the ground. Chris, as I later learnt his name to be, came nearer to me and began stroking my bulging dick. “That outfit really suits you,” he said grinning from ear to ear, stroking me more and more. My dick hardened to it's full length instantly. I began stroking his arse, poking my fingers in between his legs but the seat padding was in the way. As he unzipped my top and peeled back the bib shorts his hand was quickly inside playing with my balls, I wonder if he noticed my biohazard tattoo? At this point I was so excited I knew I just had to get hold of his dick. So, I too began peeling his suit off starting at the top; it was still sticky because of the rain. He stripped right down until his throbbing dick emerged in its full glory. He crouched down and put my dick into his mouth. He licked and stroked it, and occasionally rubbed his hands around my hole. As he did this to me I jacked him as hard as I could. His hard dick felt really good in my hand, hot and steaming. This was heaven. He continued to lick my dick and I couldn’t contain myself. I almost came in his mouth there and then, but managed to hold it back. “I’ll have to give it you, soon” I said still wondering if he realised I am POZ. We kissed lightly, then more ardently as the heat grew stronger between us until our lips parted with a breathless smack. "Stand up Chris" I urged and pushed my face into his burning crotch to savour the aroma of his sweat, while he held my head & kept a lookout as I eased his shorts down over those firm cheeks that I had admired for most of the day. His fat shaft sprang out to greet my probing tongue, a nicely proportioned 8" dick, that I could just about wrap my fist around to jerk, while I licked along the velvety flesh and sucked one of his shaved balls into my mouth. "Oh God YESSSSS!" he groaned, stroking my hair, while I gently stroked the flesh back and forth over his shiny engorged nobhead. I groaned & gripped the base of my dick as I gently beat my meat as at the same time I wrapped my lips around his balls, licking & kissing them while my hand slid along his sweat-slick cock. Panting hard, coming up for air, “I’ve got to fuck your arse, the arse that’s been teasing me all morning.” I say and he immediately replies, “Fuck yeah” without hesitation. I bent him over and put my dick right up to his arse, spat on his hole then thrust and thrust with both my hands wrapped around his glorious dick. He groaned as I fucked him, harder and harder, with no finesse just a primal animal urge to spill my demon seed. My head next to his, breathing hard in his ear I tell him, “Now I’m in your hole, I own it and don’t pull out till I’ve cum, OK?” “Yes” is the response and as I fucked and wanked him he moaned with ecstasy as his dick swelled to release the most amount of cum I’d ever seen spraying a dozen or more jets of cum like a geyser. I banged a few more times, hard deep stokes and with the image of his potentially last Neg load shooting I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer "Aahhhh, fuck yessssssssss" I screamed then forgetting myself huffed “Pozzing your hole NOW” as jet after jet of diseased spunk rocketed into his guts. His ass muscles twitched and pulsed as if stroking my shaft as we lightly kissed. “Fuck that was hot” he said still slightly bent with my rock-hard cock plugging his hole not allowing any of my Poz babies to escape, “loved the dirty talk, added to the thrill of the al fresco sex and the possibility of getting caught. Look, I’m still hard! Suck me off eh?” Still unsure if he realises I’ve just probably pozzed him I pull out, drop to my knees in front of him and quickly ram four fingers in his bruised hole to replace my cock. Oh yeah, like that, yes, yes", he urged as he pumped his hips to meet my mouth as my hand sawed in and out hopefully massaging my DNA further in to his system. "Mmmmm," he moaned appreciatively as his pre-cum cock coated my tongue and his head was flung back I bobbed my head over his throbbing cock to suck harder and faster, slap, slap slap his balls went up against my chin until I felt his dick swell and twitch. I eagerly pulled him hard into my throat until I gagged, he was grunting with every stroke as his orgasm rushed closer till I pulled off and came up for air. "Don't stop, oh God don't stop" he cried and pulled my mouth onto his cock as he fucked my mouth faster "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmph" I gasped & squeezed his cummy hole even harder until he cried out "I'm cumming, cumming, YES, YES, YESSSSS!" as a stream of hot manjuice shot down my throat making me splutter, followed by another blast of thick cum poured over my tongue, then another as he bucked against me with trembling thighs, as I rammed my fingers extra hard into the former tight, rosy hole of his ass eliciting the last powerful shot of salty cum. "Mmmmm, I love it, pure cum!" I gasped as a string of cum drooled from my lips. I stood up & we kissed passionately swapping that last blast of cum between us. “What’s your name?” I asked, “Chris.” “I’m Joey,” I said. “Do you and your mates ride around here a lot then?” I asked him. “Most mornings, before work or weekends, you?” “I like to come here to these woods and fuck or play with myself in my lycra when there’s no one else around.” “FUCK!” was his surprised reponse at my openness, and turned on by it by the way his cock was beginning to spring back to life… I couldn’t believe what I had done telling Chris, “I’d often fantasized of this happening one day while out cycling and now it’s come true it was an absolute POSITIVE joy.” “Hey what’s all this positive shit, you trying to tell me something…..?”

There are a couple of cruising spots around town, I'd use sniffes to check for them - as some have been cracked down on recently. Looks like you'll just miss the CumUnion parties at ALL Worlds and CCBC. Those can be fun too. There's a bus trip up from San Diego on Sunday the 10th, so there will be some non-locals in town at the bars. Also Desert Bloom (fisting party) is going on at 541 that night. Sun/Mon/Tues are relatively quiet nights, but you might check out the bookstores - Perez and Hidden Joy. They can be fun with the right after work crowd. There is a naked hiking group (on MeWe) that meets on Tuesdays at 8am. They do night time Full Moon hikes too.

Hear! Hear! And I don't care if they speak English. Talking dirty in any language is easily understandable and just as HOT.

I got bred four times throughout my time at cumunion in the dark room last night! Definitely more than I've ever done in one night, and it feels amazing. I loved taking raw cock and moaning for them - it's like a dream come true. It's kind of hard to believe I've taken this hot step now, but now I'm feeling like I should have done this a long time ago and I just want more men inside me. I've been on a bit of a personal journey to embrace riskier fun and embrace my bottom side more. I usually play with older men, and so a lot of the time I happen to end up topping even if I wanted to bottom. Yesterday I decided I really, really needed to bottom and get cum inside of me, and I followed through. I usually get a bit nervous about it and concerned about what my partner might think, but I just knew I had to do it yesterday. I had a light dinner with the partner before heading out and told them I'd be going to the bars, I did not tell him I was planning on getting men to breed me, but he knows I play haha. I left the house cleaned out and prelubed, and had some more drinks at the bars before heading over to cumunion. It was a decent crowd, and the dark room wasn't quite actually dark haha, but it served its purpose, lots of men fucking and breeding. I was determined to bottom, I can't quite recall all the details of how I got into position when and where for each of the fucks, but I did keep track of how many times I got fucked, and by the end of the night I'd been bred four times. The most memorable fuck I was on my knees bent over for a man to fuck me from behind, he was huge and made me moan loudly, so I huffed my poppers and was fortunately able to take him all the way and let him have his way with me. Recounting it now, I'm so horny for being a cumdump this way, which I've never really done before. I never saw who was fucking me, so it was all totally anonymous no questions asked no loads refused breeding. Amazing. I went home later, and I bred my partner with the loads still inside me and told him I'm a slutty boy. I'm a lot less concerned now with what he might think of me doing this, so that's great as well. I'll be looking forward to the next time I get to have men breed me again.

Looks like the site was down for ~5 hrs. (oops!) Turns out I forgot to renew my (DDOS-protected) DNS hosting… I just renewed it for 2 years, so that won't happen again anytime soon.

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Brock felt as though his virus was leaching the life from Dr. Shah. Brock understood the headspace the doctor now occupied. He had been there himself two months ago. It simultaneously felt like an eternity ago and also yesterday. What Brock didn't expect was the sense of power he felt. In a way he had just taken a man's life. No. That wasn't quite right. A man had given him his life. Willingly offered it. Demanded that Brock take it. Not directly, mind you. HIV was more survivable than ever and getting more so every year. But Dr. Shah now faced a lifetime of monitoring and medications with serious risk of side effects. Not only was the doctor fully aware of this, it was his career - his entire life's work. Brock had been holding Dr. Shah tenderly and savoring the moment while he processed all of this. That tenderness faded gradually as Brock's virus locked it away in the back of his mind. It was time to go back to work. Brock became acutely aware that his prick was still turgid. And that he was wearing too much clothing. Brock turned the doctor to face him. "I guess we are in uncharted territory here," he said to the crowd as much as Dr. Shah. "While the Society may never have another succession, in the event we do, let's begin a new tradition. "Uncle Dale, the doctor should receive your original strain as well." Brock spotted his uncle in the crowd. He had stripped down to nothing but a metal cock ring. Knowing his uncle, the cock ring was more for aesthetic than anything. His uncle nodded and began making his way toward Brock and the doctor. "And for all those who remained gathered - those Jarls who voted for the survival and furtherance of the society - let us baptize our newest member and wash him in as many of the first generation strains as we have gathered here," Brock barely recognized the confidence and command in his own voice. Maybe it was the virus speaking. A murmur of excitement shot through the crowd. Most everyone seemed excited about the idea. Uncle Dale and some of the crowd cleared way for a large, padded platform that had been pushed out of the way for the meeting. Dr. Shah, still looked a bit bewildered, but he also appeared very content. Brock led the doctor over to the oversized platform. By the vinyl upholstery, brock suspected this was specifically made for such a purpose. Brock laid the doctor down and confiscated the doctor's white briefs before moving out of the way so his uncle could have his turn. Brock brought the doctor's briefs to his face and inhaled deeply. The doctor's natural musk was intoxicating. Not a high like the amyl, this invoked desire. Brock's virus helped him sort through the mixture of pheromones. It was like a litmus test of the doctor's thoughts leading up to tonight. Lust. Fear. Excitement. Anger. More lust. Brock was vaguely aware of his uncle beginning to penetrate the doctor. "Kiddo, you stretched him out so much! It's like throwing a hot dog down a hallway over here," he chided. Brock could only smirk. Brock surveyed the crowd of Jarls. The majority of them appeared to be his uncle's age or older. Builds ranging from "Peter Pan" perpetual twinks up to burly, ball-gutted bears. The cocks on display were equally varied. Brock felt a flash of something else through the haze of power. Community. Despite being half the age of the youngest guy here, Brock felt a powerful sense of belonging. Brock glanced back over at his uncle. He seemed to be having a good time. He had no difficulty sinking his 8" cock into the doctor. Some of Brock's jizz oozed out around his prick. Like some kind of donut filled with coconut milk. "My god, bud! How much cum did you shoot in the good doctor?!" His uncle joked some more. Brock selected the first Jarl and guided him over to the side of the fuck table. "Introduce yourself to our friend the doctor and me, then christen him with your load," Brock commanded. "Brian. Baton Rouge nest," the man said shortly. He had a delightful accent. Brian looked to be in his 50s. He was was athletically built and nearly hairless. What caught Brock's attention was his height. Brock wasn't great at judging the height of people shorter than himself. By his approximation Brian stood 5'3". In contrast to the size of his body, his cock looked huge, but it was a good 3" shorter than Brock's. Brock watched as Brian easily pushed himself to orgasm. Where Brock had always been a powerful shooter, Brian's orgasm seeped from the tip of his circumcised dick like a thick syrup and dropped onto the doctor's furry chest in a puddle. Seeing his fellow Jarl's load drove Uncle Dale into a brief frenzy. To be fair, Brock felt a surge of feral desire from his own virus recognizing itself in the spill of Brian's precious reproductive nectar. Every depraved fucker in the room perked up a bit. Brock had to stay focused, though. Brock took another deep inhale of the doctor's briefs and began working his way through the crowd. David from L.A. was an unexpectedly femme bear who looked like he could break most of them in half. His short, fat prick shot for distance. Most of his load missed the doctor entirely, but some thin drops landed here and there from the doctor's neck to his shins. The moment of frenzy ripped through the crowd as the scent of his cum filled the air. Brock raised the briefs to his face again. Alex from Brooklyn. Tall. Skinny. Hairless. His cock was like himself in penis form. Probably 10" long, below average girth. His ejaculation was one medium force shot of thick, white cream. Anthony from Atlanta. Medium height, built like a linebacker. His gorgeous, uncut black cock contrasted nicely with his pearl-white load. After each load, the frenzy built a bit more in the crowd and the doctor's scent went further and further to Brock's head. Uncle Dale's moans caught Brock's attention. He had the doctor's knees on his shoulders and was ready to explode. Dr. Shah was notably quiet. Some grunting and heavy breathing, but otherwise he seemed to be in a trance. His olive skin was streaked with at least 20 loads of cum of all manners of size and viscosity. "You're going to have to tag in again, kiddo," Dale said after he caught his breath. If Dr. Shah's hole had looked like a donut filled with coconut oil before, it now looked like someone had smashed that donut in a fit of lunacy. "I'll trade you." He smirked.

So agree with you

I fucked a ho. He was handsome and had a tight hole. I couldn't last too long and blew a nice big load into him. While we were cuddling afterwards, I got hard again and spread his legs to enter him. He was watching the clock and warned me I only had a couple minutes left. I said that was all I needed, rammed my dick in him, and pounded hard until I filled him up.

Can you NOT READ. NO COUNTRY contributes to NATO. NO one is free loading. Trump makes up storie & tells lies. The US pays more INTO US DEFENCE SPENDING because their 2.5% GDP is so much greater than other NATO members. Even when the TRUTH IS LAID BARE twats will still believe their idiot & false Messiah.

Brock stared out the third floor window at the cloudy, rainy sky. He had tuned Mr. Bryant out a while ago. They were reviewing limits. Brock could do limits in his sleep - or, as he recently learned, gooned out of his mind on poppers with a raging erection. Not even Mr. Bryant's thick ass in his khakis could hold Brock's attention today, though. It was Wednesday. Brock had hoped to hear out of Dr. Shah first thing this morning. With each passing class period, he got more and more anxious that he wouldn't get the call. Had the virus not taken? Had all this new sexual confidence been a hallucination? A placebo? Brock's member pulsed in protest. Like hell it was. Brock could feel the virus pulse through him with every heartbeat. He could feel its desires every time a stiff breeze stirred past his dick. This was real. It had to be. His phone vibrating sent a jolt through him. His hand shot into his pocket, but the damage was done. Having finished writing the next problem on the board, Mr. Bryant's eyes locked onto him. He must have heard the vibrating. "Mr. Baird, since you seem to have more important things going on, what is the limit of this equation?" Mr. Bryant was pissed. No, not pissed. Disappointed. An anvil of guilt settled in Brock's stomach. Mr. Bryant was the one teacher Brock actually liked at this school. Brock hated this feeling he wasn't living up to Mr. Bryant's expectations. "There is no limit," Brock said, withering sheepishly under Mr. Bryant's steely gaze. "Correct. Now show us how you got there. And leave your phone on my desk. You know the rule. You can have it back at the end of the day." "But, Mr. Bryant...!" Brock started to protest. "But nothing Mr. Baird. Show all your work, please." Brock died a little inside as he worried he'd ruined his rapport with Mr. Bryant. As he placed his phone on Mr. Bryant's desk, he saw the voicemail notification from a university phone number. If he'd died before, that buried him. Brock worked through the problem, including the tricky substitution Mr. Bryant had been fishing for. This seemed to satisfy Mr. Bryant and he dismissed Brock back to his seat. "See me after school, Brock," he added, his tone had softened a bit. ---------- Brock shambled through the rest of the day in a zombified stupor. He eventually found himself with the key in the door of his Ford Probe when he remembered he was supposed to see Mr. Bryant. His head snapped up with the realization and he turned to head back into the building. His brain short-circuited a bit as he saw Mr. Bryant walking toward him already. "Uh...sorry, Mr. Bryant. I just remembered...I was about to head back in..." Brock stammered. Mr. Bryant held his phone out to him. "It's okay. I saw you at your locker and could tell you'd forgotten. What's going on, Brock?" His inquiry was beginning to feel like an inquisition. "You're very distracted the last couple of weeks. I get senioritis. I mean, hell, mine drove me off to join the navy and to be a nomad for two years before I knuckled under and got a big boy job. But this looks like more than senioritis, bud." Brock's mind swirled and he felt very light headed. Some part of him wanted to talk to Mr. Bryant. About EVERYTHING. "Mr. Bryant, I have been under a lot of pressure lately. My mom is working all the time, my class load this year is insane, and my uncle and dad..." Logic held just tight enough to the fringes of his mind and clipped that last thought before it could bloom out of his mouth. A wave of empathy swept over Mr. Bryant's face. "Brock, you can talk to me about anything..." Brock gave up trying to sort the tangle of emotions he was feeling and let it settle as a knot in the back of his throat. "I really appreciate that, Mr. Bryant. I need to sort some stuff out, but I'll tell you soon. I promise..." Mr. Bryant pulled Brock into a very tight hug. "I mean it, Brock. Anything." The hug lasted just a beat too long, which Brock and Mr. Bryant seemed to realize at the same moment, pulling away simultaneously. Mr. Bryant turned silently and headed back in the building. Brock dropped into the driver's seat of his car. ---------- Brock pulled into his driveway. He flipped open his phone and saw two voicemails and a text from Uncle Dale. The first voicemail was from Dr. Shah. "Hello Mr. Baird, this is Dr. Shah. I am calling you with some recent test results..." Brock thought he sounded very professional and by-the-book. The second voice mail was also from Dr. Shah. "Brock, your results came back even better than we could have hoped. I will see you on Saturday." His tone was very hushed and excited. The professional tone was gone and he sounded...almost giddy. Confused, Brock opened the text from Dale. "Meeting. Saturday. 9pm at the 'Block. Do NOT be late."

I wanted to give Kamala a chance because I thought she might change Biden's policy with Israel and while she paid some early lip service to that, her actions since have shown that the US under her leadership will continue to unconditionally support a genocidal colonial proxy of the Empire. I cannot in good conscience vote for that, and I am ashamed I voted for Biden in 2020 because I did not know that he would aid and abet a genocide.

I wish I grew up as a young gay male in the 70's and 80's. I love how male nudity was the norm for group swimming or p.e. showers. I hate how (almost) everyone has a hangup about nudity these days. Nude swimming used to be the natural norm with a group of boys/men. Celebrating the male form and not shaming it.

Sadly WhtHole encountered an issue on here with a chapter of one of his stories, and left the site some years ago angry and hurt. BUT most of the stories- he did write he did finish- actually most had an intertwined thread to the other stories or at least a character from other stories in them. If you search his profile name ( case sensitive) his writings go way back to like 2010 or so, and there were many stories he wrote for us.

I love rimming. Clean holes, sweaty holes, I’ll take them all. I’ll fuck you after, and rim you again.

Chests pressed together and his cock still in my hole, I moved my face to his and kissed him. We played in each others' mouths for a few minutes with my arms and legs still wrapped around him. "Thank you, Sir," I said, breaking my lips away from his. "I love that you've been trying to poz me this whole time, but I really feel like this is the one." "You're so welcome, boy. I've been loving every second trying to get you, too. Don't be disappointed if you're still neg in a couple months, though. It's not always straight forward, or as easy as the videos make it out," he told me. "I mean, blood coming out of your hole might mean that the virus can't get in those tears." He leaned in and kissed me again, his hand holding the back of my head. "But I'm gonna try my best tonight, this is gonna be our best opportunity so far, I think. I'm staying right in you, until I'm hard again," he continued. "Do you think your hole will be able to take a fist, or are you too sore all ripped up?" "No, Sir, you have to work it in. Make it take," I pleaded. Kissing me once more, he made out with me for a while. Eventually, I felt my gifter start moving his hips again and I moved my hands down to his ass cheeks, helping him thrust. He moaned into my mouth and I answered in kind. His dick was growing inside me, stretching me out again and I loved the sensation. This was a level of intimacy I hadn't expected when I'd sent that first message. I had thought I'd get a load or two and we'd never make contact again. Now I felt special. My hole was feeling tight now, so I knew he was fully erect inside me and he broke our kiss. "Squeeze my ass cheeks, boy, pull them apart, grip them tight. I can feel your load leaking out of me and it's so hot." Following his orders, I worked his ass cheeks while I moaned from his thrusting. "Oh fuck yes, boy," he groaned as he moved a hand back, brushing it past mine and swiping it up his ass crack. He brought it back up and stuck a finger in my mouth. My load, recently freed from his tight hole was now being worked across my tongue. I sucked on his finger like my life depended on it, moaning around it and holding eye contact. Pulling his finger out of my mouth, he put his hands on the bed and pushed up. Our chest hair, matted with dried blood, ripped apart like velcro. Both of us made a noise of pain, looking at each other with wide eyes and then we laughed. "I didn't expect that to happen," I said. "No, me neither. That hurt like a bitch. I'm never getting waxed, fuck that!" I laughed at him again. Neither of us had lost hairs, we had just plucked at them. It hadn't hurt too much, it was just unexpected and had shocked us both. From his new position, he was more forceful with his fucking. My moans reached a new pitch and my eyes rolled back as he started catching my prostate again. "I'm getting it again, aren't I boy? Your dick is leaking again," he told me. I felt his fingers working the head of my cock making me moan even more. He was making me feel so good. My hands found his arms and I went exploring, enjoying his muscular body. His fingers left my dick again, one of them sliding into my hole using my own precum as lube. "Oh fuck, Sir. You're making me so loose. You feel so good," I whined at him. "Yeah, boy. Gotta work my loads in, like you asked. Need to get you ready for my wrists, fist pig!" He was thrusting hard and fast again, breaking my moans up with each impact. "You fucking love it, boy. Enjoy my fat cock, bug slut. You're still bleeding a bit, boy. You're making my balls all red again." "Thank you, Sir," was all I could muster in that moment. "Thank you." I heard him chuckle and felt his finger leave my hole, for him to fuck me harder still. Moving my hands over him again, feeling his muscles work, I felt an orgasm build. I'd never felt this before, but he was truly pounding my g-spot. He was sweating again and as I moved my hands over to his pecs, I noticed the blood was no longer dry and I was smearing new patterns in it. "You're gonna make me cum, Sir," I panted. "I've never cum like this before." "Fuck yeah, boy. Keep doing what you're doing, we can cum together. Twist my nipples, bug chaser." I played with his nips, twisting like he said. I concentrated on the building pressure inside me, now unsure if I was going to cum or piss. I decided to trust my body and the man about to breed me again and let myself enjoy the moment. I got a face full of spit and he started calling me all sorts. I loved the names he called me, they weren't insults, more like exultations. Pig, chaser and other such things, whilst I begged for what he had. It took almost 10 minutes for him to work my load out from the inside. I was almost yelling as I blew on my own chest, incoherent noises and dripping sweat, I had finally cum hands free for the first time. I felt amazing. I looked up at the man above me, as wet as I was, still thrusting. He wasn't as forceful as a moment before, but he was still moving. "Did you cum, Sir?" I asked. "Yeah boy, I told you I was pozzing you again, but I think you were lost in your hole at the time," he grinned, looking proud of himself. "You've never cum like that?" "That was my first hands free, Sir," I said, still breathing heavily. "Fucking hot." He sounded smug. "I'll let your hole rest a bit before I wreck it."

My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.

My step dad caught me with my uncle when I was 15, Both started using me and I liked it. Uncle started when I was 12, playing with his dick when I stayed over there, which was often because mom worked afternoons and step dad was "too busy". Uncle paid attention to me so in turn I payed attention to his dick. It started with jacking him off, I remember watching his dick get rock hard and throbbing just before he shot his load, I got so excited as he shot that I took him in my mouth and swallowed the rest of his cum. Of course, this became a regular thing, over the course of he next couple years he taught me what he liked done to his cock and I was a good learner. One night he started playing with my ass and told me he was going to fuck that hole, he took me to the shower and taught me how to use an enema to be really clean down there. All the time uncle was watching his dick was dripping precum. He took his time opening me up with mouth, tongue and fingers, each new experience brought on more pleasure and me moaning for more. When he cockhead was positioned at my hole for the first time, I realized this is what I have always wanted and needed. He worked his big dick deep into me and I felt no pain, I took him all and loved it, Fucking became a regular thing, he would let his buddies use me too. When I was 15, step dad came over to uncles house to pick me up, we didn't hear him so he walked around back to the patio, where uncle was building up to a huge orgasm, step dad let him finish then walked out of the shadows with a hard cock and pushed in my hole before any of us said a word. From then on step dad and uncle used my ass and taught me how to be a good sub. Many years later and both are gone but I still remember like it was yesterday. If anyone wants to chat about their experiences, I am open. I love learning.

Part 2 - Timmy's story I was 18 and all my friends had gone to University. I wasn't a good student, and so wasn't able to go. I was also aware I was attracted to guys, and this made me very shy in case anyone found out. My mum said I had to get a job. "There's a place around the corner advertising for staff." She said. "It's a men's sauna. Why don't you apply? I'm sure you'd enjoy it." As she said this, she gave me a sly look and I blushed with the thought she had guessed my secret. I was overweight and very nervous about my appearance and didn't want to go, but she insisted and took me round there next day. It was just a nondescript door in a row of houses with a sign that said "sauna" over it. We knocked, and a middle aged guy answered wearing only a singlet and shorts. He raised an eyebrow when mum said "This is Timmy. He's come about the job." Then she pushed me forward, blushing furiously. He looked me up and down and grinned, revealing blackened teeth and said "Well. I'll give him a trial for a couple of days and see how it goes." With that the door closed behind me and I found myself in a tiny reception areas. The place smelled of steam, body odour and damp and didn't look too clean. "What's your name?" He said. "And you'd better be 18" I told him my name was Timmy and yes I was 18 though I didn't look it. He nodded. "Well Timmy, I need someone to clean up, scrub the floors occasionally and generally help out." As he spoke, a naked man appeared and asked for a clean towel. He was 50 ish with a flabby body and a semi-hard cock beneath his belly. I gasped. I had never seen a naked man before and I couldn't help staring at his cock. "What's this, Bill?" He said. "He's cute" Bill saw me staring and laughed. "This is Timmy. He's going to help out. You and the other dirty fuckers in here keep your hands off him." Then he turned and leered at me "Unless you want them too, eh mate?" I blushed again, aware my cock was rigid in my trousers. What sort of place was this? The man took his towel and grinned. "You're gonna be really popular. They'll all want to get in your arse." Then he turned and walked off, and I clearly saw the crease between his buttocks was wet and glistening. Bill told me to change into some shorts and a singlet like him as it was so hot and steamy. I went behind the desk to change, but when I looked up there was a mirror on the wall and he could clearly see me naked as I slipped on the tight shorts and singlet. He handed me a black bag and told me to go and empty the bins upstairs where the rest areas were. "It's not that big. You'll find your way round. Now listen, you'll see plenty of naked guys, and probably men having sex with each other. Is that a problem?" I felt my heart lurch and was so excited and yet scared. "N...nno thats fine." I said. "Ok. You want to join in, that's up to you. I'm sure they'd love it. But they're dirty bastards. If you let them fuck you bare, you'll get knocked up. You understand?" I had had sex lessons at school and understood about safe sex. I just nodded, uncomfortable at the conversation and headed upstairs...

1. Tom 2. 69 3. Conversion party with equal number of neg and HVI tops 4. spin the wheel

Here's the next update. I know it was annoying to be given a full chapter of filler material, but trust me when I say it gives some information that is important to my other story (let's see who figures it out). Also, its fun leaving a chapter update on a cliff-hanger. Enjoy the next update. -- My First Times- Part 2 “Right there is the maze. Not that many guys use it, but it can be pretty hot,” Garrett said, pointing down a dim hallway that ended in a turn, “And that’s the theater. Guys in there tend to just get sucked unless a really hot movie is playing, then its a fuckfest.” As we walked around, I felt Garrett continue to play with my ass, much to my enjoyment. At first, the cigar he was smoking was a bit irritating to my senses, making my eyes water slightly as the thick, musky smoke swirled around us, making me cough slightly. However, as I got used to it, I became somewhat aroused, watching the sex god giving me the tour enjoy the smoke. “Over here is the sling room. Might work your way up to that since you're a newbie to all this,” he continued, eyeing me slightly as I continued to check out his perfect body. The tour continued with a quick show of the gloryholes, then to the steam room and pool, and finally to a dark room near a flight of stairs. Upstairs were the private rooms. “And this is the dark room. Anything goes in there. I would warn you to stay clear of there unless you want to get fucked non-stop by anyone with a hard prick. Can’t see them coming st you usually,” he continued, with a laugh, smile, and shake of his head. I slowly nodded, my mind racing with all the sites and sounds bombarding me. “So, bud, what brings you here tonight?” he asked pulling the cigar from his mouth and resting his hand on my shoulder as he began to play with my nipples. Looking down, I saw his massive piece of uncut cock was sticking in front of him. Not only a shower but a grower as the cock had to have gained another inch of girth and 2 inches in length. “You can play with it if you want, boy,” he said, flexing his abs and causing the monster to jerk forward, “It won’t bite… too much.” Tentatively, I reached out and grabbed it. Warm and thick, I could feel his pulse throbbing. Reaching back to his face he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and began to rub his hands along the front and sides of my smaller body. “Fuck that feels good,” I sighed, as I slowly hardened with his hands feeling me up. Slowly, I began to stroke him. “And that does too, baby,” he said around the cigar with a growl, “I can think of a few more things that would be even better.” I knew instantly what he meant. Only 20 mins being here and I might actually get my wish and be fucked by a hot muscle top. My mind raced. Should I do this? Is this really what I want? Wouldn’t it be better if I took my time and dated the right guy for my first time? I received my answer when I felt the first finger begin to probe my hole. “Fuck!” I gasped, enjoying the rough feeling of his finger diving slowly into my tight hole, “Yes!” With a big grin and a nod, he pulled his finger out and led me upstairs. I followed him as he climbed the stairs, my attention switching my the sudden change in sound and atmosphere from the stead soft thump of a club music to one of sounds of muffled moans of guys getting fucked. My ass instinctively clenched at the thought of my own virgin hole being stretched and filled as I followed Garrett down the long hall, a thick cloud of cigar smoke trailing behind him. Grabbing his key, Garrett opened one of the doors and we both stepped in. I followed behind him and quickly he gently pushed me back onto the bed. I let out a gasp as I fell back and bounced slightly on the mattress. I laid in a momentary daze as he lifted up my towel, and in one quick motion swallowed my 6in dick deep into his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” I blurted out as his throat muscles massaged my cock, the suction making me instantly want to lift up off the bed. It felt amazing, feeling him sucking my deep, his fingers wrapping around my balls and massaging them. I laid back and enjoyed to skilled top suck me for several minutes when he suddenly pulled off, my building orgasm going away from the sudden cold air hitting my wet, throbbing member. I lifted my head up and went to ask why he stopped when I saw him take a deep draw on his cigar. Blowing the smoke back in my face, he began rubbing my hole with his thumb. “Gotta stretch and lube you up,” he said, before spitting on my hole and shoving the thumb in, “Mind if I rim you and you hold my gar?” “Uh, well….” I said, pleasantly shocked. I had read about getting rimmed, but I never imagined would actually get to be rimmed. “I haven’t ever been rimmed before. I’m open to trying it though…” I said, grabbing the cigar from him tentatively. “Mind keeping it lit for me?” Garrett asked, spitting a second time on my hole and quickly adding a second thumb. I let out a slight moan as I felt the two large digits pull open my hole slightly further. Unable to form words at the moment I only nodded and laid back, bending my knees up and spreading them open, giving him more access. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I watched some of the smoke drift out of both ends before finally sticking it in my mouth. Cautiously, I stuck it in my mouth and started to puff on it. It tasted a lot different than what I expected, and nothing like how it smelled. Peppery, with a bit of a chocolate taste, and almost a cut grass. Aiming to keep the top now at my hole happy, I continued to smoke it as I felt him slowly massage my opening. I inhaled sharply when his fingers pulled out and I felt his hot, wet tongue start to lap at my cunt. The sensation felt AMAZING! I drew harder on the cigar in my mouth as he lifted his head up. “Fucking tasty hole boy!” Garret said, before diving back in. For several minutes I laid back, enjoying the rim job I was getting, Garrett’s tongue stabbing at my tight anus. After a few minutes, I felt my ass slowly open up under the constant assault of his tongue and fingers. Standing up over me, he pulled the cigar out of my mouth. “Damn bud,” he said, taking a deep inhale, “You’ve got the ass of a fucking virgin!” Looking down I blushed, I looked down, embarrassed. “Wait…” he said, noticing how uncomfortable I was becoming. “You’ve never been fucked before?” “N-no… sorry…” I said, pulling the towel that had came untied from my waist back around me. I waited for him to start laughing at me, or worse, to be kicked out of his room. However, he instead ran his spit-slicked thumb along the side of my face before lifting my chin upwards. “Why are you sorry?” he said exhaling another cloud of smoke in my face, “It’s fucking hot I get to be the one to bust your cherry!” With a smile, he moved his thumb to my bottom lip, urging it open. “Get my dick hard with your mouth babe, I want to mount that tight virgin hole and claim it.” I scooted over to the edge of the bed and sat up, bring my face perfectly level with his semi-hard monster. I slowly licked the head, surprised at how warm the PA at the tip of his cock was. Suddenly, he placed his hand on the back of my head, and my mouth enveloped his growing member. Slowly I began to suck, running my tongue along the bottom of his cock as I pulled back. “Fuck yeah, you’re a natural,” Garrett replied, his hand running through my hair tenderly. For the next few minutes, we continued, before he finally spoke. “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Finally, he pulled out and let me catch my breath. “Fuck! I need in that hole!” he growled, grabbing one of the condoms from next to me before letting out a frustrated sigh. I looked up at him, wondering what had him so mad. “The one time I need to put one on, and they’re all medium.” I watched as he slowly opened the packet and slowly unrolled the condom, barely able to roll it down his dick before it finally reached the end halfway down. Looking at me, he smiled. “Damn this fucker is tight. You sure you want to take this monster?” he asked, grinning at me before continuing, “Because once I start, I’m not stopping. Last chance.” Laying back, I pulled my knees to my chest and said softly, “Please fuck my hole.”