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The chems cum in part 2 part 1 I used to go to a nude beach divided into a gay side and straight side. Pretty chill during the week. I was on my belly and pretending to read when I noticed a hot guy strolling toward the bathroom. I pulled my gym shorts on and casually followed. Inside were 5 guys most at the urinal. A few including the one I’d followed stroking their dicks. I pissed and went to the sink but instead of washing my hands I just grabbed the sink and leaned over with my ass out. Before I knew it a short but hot guy shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose- good thing because then the guy I’d followed came over, spit on his hand and worked some spit into my tight hole then spit on his cock and shoved it in. Sure it hurt at first (why didn’t I snort some meth before?!) but not for long. One of the guys was standing on a bench so he could see outside the high window for anyone approaching. The guy was pretty quick pounding my hole as I kept getting fed poppers. Getting encouragement - “yeah, fuck that hole” and “yeah fuck that whore”- and of course “yeah you fuck so good with that big cock” from me. He blew his big load, and came up to the sink so I could bend down to clean his cock off— while the next guy slid his cock in and started long stroke fucking me- steady not too fast. Same kinda comments, faster pace and load #2. I took 2 more guys after that. Then it was just me w the poppers in my hand. I admit to being a little embarrassed feeling like a scummy worthless bottom faggot as I walked back to my towel. But happily enjoying the cum oozing out of my we’ll fucked hole. I dozed a while. A shadow woke me up and the guy I’d followed was standing there, big smile. He said something like “you’re a hot pig”. I reached behind me into my shorts and scooped some cum out of my ass and licked my fingers without losing eye contact and without saying a word. He said “I live just up the street and I’m having a few buddies over. I think you’d like them.”

I have had a couple of instances where the man will fuck me and not cum. I am not a fan of that. There is a top that I play with occasionally that needs to fuck for about an hour before he can cum. His orgasms are really intense. He will orgasm for about 45 seconds. He has a big cock and is in his late 60’s so I am ok with waiting for his Poz load. I was however fucked by a young guy a couple of months ago that kept fucking but didn’t cum. I tried all of my tricks to get him to cum but he wouldn’t. After about an hour and a half I called it quits. I have been in situations where I was in a group setting and men were using me where they didn’t cum right away. I am ok with that because they were taking turns in me. Multiple men is different than just one that is not coming.

Part 3: The Insertion David broke the kiss after several several minutes of heavy kissing and making out. He guided me onto his king size bed. He had me lay on my stomach with my legs slightly spread. He then rubbed my cheeks to help relax my hole. After a few minutes David spread my cheeks and then I felt his tongue on my hole. I had to latch onto the rails of his headboard because it felt so fucking amazing. At this point all he was doing is circling around the outside of my hole and it had my cock ready to explode. After several minutes of him just rimming my hole he then slowly started inserting his tongue inside my hole. This was all it took to send me over the edge and I came hard. But to my own surprise my cock remained hard after my orgasm had subsided. My hole must have clamped down on David's tongue for a bit because I didn't feel any more penetration. Once I had calmed down my hole loosened it's grip on his tongue and he continued tongue fucking my hole. After a few minutes David removed his tongue from my hole and reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the lube he had. He poured the lube on my hole first and began working it inside of me. He had done a hell of a job prepping my hole because he easily slid three fingers inside without any resistance. Once he had my hole lubed up he lathered his cock up and rubbed it all over his cock. I was so hungry for his cock that the thought of a condom never crossed my mind and he didn't mention it either. Once he was lubed up he put the head of his cock right at my waiting hole. The time has finally arrived where my complete virginity was about to be taken. Even after preparing my hole and loosening my hole up there was still a little resistance from my hole. David told me to push like I was taking a poop but not too much and he should start slipping in. I did as he told me to do and sure enough his cock slipped through my outer ring. There was definitely some pain. But not enough for me to stop him. I don't know where it came from but David produced a bottle and he told me to close one nostril and inhale three times and then do the same thing on the other side. I did as he instructed and immediately I felt like my head was spinning. It definitely has an effect on my hole because I felt it relax and David's cock slid in further. After a few minutes David's cock was all the way in. He laid on top of me for around a minute or so so my ass could get used to his cock inside of it. Once my hole was accustomed to his cock he told to inhale from the bottle again. This time around I felt like I was stoned but completely relaxed and ready to be fucked by David's beautiful cock. David licked my ear and told me to hang onto the head rails because my life was about to change. Little did I know what he meant but I was definitely about to find out.

I posted this on another BZ thread …. If you look up stats in Guinness Book of World records, you will see my name as the worlds best ass eater; I’ve won 18 consecutive gold medals. Seriously, I probably am the best tongue you ever will get up your hole. Whether I use my tongue, fingers, dick, toys, or my favorite, a speculum, I like to get your ass open and relaxed. I not only want to latch onto your ass hole, I want to dig my tongue up your ass. I want to feel the skin texture change from the wrinkles of your ass hole to that smooth porcelain finish inside. I want to hit nerve endings with the tip of my tongue that not only make your eyes roll back in your head, but make your eyes spin!

Part 8 ….As my ass contracts Ivan screams, ERRRHHHH and blows his load in my ass. I'm consumed by my orgasm and Tom catches me as I collapse into him as I ride the intense waves. I pull off his cock immediately feeling empty. As I lay beside Ivan, Tom pulls my legs apart and starts eating my ass. He's sucking deeply and pulling Ivan’s cum in his mouth. Tom then kisses me and drops the spoils in my mouth. We collapsed into a pile, both Ivan I drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Ivan’s just arrived and I have 2 toxic loads coating the insides of my ass…. We lay there for a while, relaxing in our post-fuck stupor. I compliment Ivan and Tom for such aggressive fun. Tom and I are joking a bit about my gaping hole, though Ivan doesn’t seem to get the references but agrees it was “much funnest”. We slowly emerge from the bedroom, grab a snack and some beer and slip into the pool as the sun sets over the valley. We do a little more weed and are having a blast. Ivan starts horsing around, doing back flips into the water and the mood is relaxed and fun. Ivan doesn’t drink. but Tom and I have each had at least 4 beers and are slightly buzzed. I am really enjoying their company as I reflect how much I needed this. It was just a bit over a year ago I started embraced wanting to become a cum dump and 5 months since getting pozzed. While it was an amazing journey testing positive was life altering. All of my sex anxiety of the years passed seemed to evaporate and felt liberated and at peace with myself. Knowing I no longer needed to worry about status and could fuck who I want and where I want. Tom was a good example of that. He was hot and being an ex-con added to the thrill. But, in the end Tom is just a guy trying to get by. We all have baggage and at least he is open and honest about it and seems to embrace that same attitude of liberation and being comfortable in his skin. The way he treats Ivan with respect and genuine concern about his well-being tells me my gut instinct in trusting this guy isn’t misplaced. He demonstrates that same respect with me, kind and gentle when it’s called for and then can flip it and taking control of me; pushing my limits and expanding my boundaries. I’d never have met this cool guy and would likely still be an uptight repressed man if Paul and Jason hadn’t both pozzed me and led me on this journey of self-discovery. Suddenly I feel water splash on me and snap back to the current moment. Playfully, Ivan dives under the water, grabs me from behind, twists me around and tries giving me a head under water. He’s pretty playful and clearly enjoying himself. Tom joins in and is trying to grab my ass. Surrounding me, Ivan, stands tall and pulls me to his chest and brings me into a bear hug. Wrapping my legs around him I lean back as Tom pulls me into a kiss. I’m floating between them when Ivan lifts me bends into me slightly and goes down on my cock. All 3 of us are hard again as we intertwine our bodies while kissing and playing in the water for a while. We are all aroused but in no hurry yet enjoying the erotic playtime. After a few minutes, I say “fuck, I need to pee”. I step out of the water and begin to dry off. Ivan, jumps out of the water runs to me, stops me; and says, “Sir, I like piss, I drink you”. Ivan drops to his knees and opens his mouth. I’ve not indulged in any piss play before though I do get really turned on by porn that incorporates it. Looking a bit lost, Tom sees my reaction and comes over to me and says, fuck yes dude, fill him up. I’m half hard and struggle a bit but finally release a trickle. Ivan quickly swallows and asks for more. Working through my pee shyness, I concentrate, and finally relax and my stream starts flowing. Ivan engulfs my cock with his warm mouth and starts swallowing. The sensation is amazing as my cock is submerged in the warm fluid in his mouth. I proceed to empty my bladder, and Ivan completely takes at least 3 mouthfuls. Ivan sucks and licks me dry. I’m hard again and can’t believe I just did that. Tom gets an evil look in his eyes and says to me, “get on your knees and I’ll show you what it’s really like”. I hesitate, start to stammer, and Tom looks me sternly in the eye, and commands, “now bitch, I’m not asking”. He forcefully grabs me by the neck with one hand and shoves me down by the shoulder with the other. Tightening his grip, I submit to his domination. Relaxing his hand as he says, “good boy, now open”. Knowing I don’t have a choice in the matter I open my mouth as he shoves his now slightly hard dick in. I feel warm liquid enter my mouth as Tom gives me a small sample. The taste is nothing like I imagined and find it slightly bitter but acidic almost like a cider but a bit salty. Not completely unpleasant at all I decide. Seeing I’m ready he lets go as his piss fills my mouth. I’m struggling to keep up with his flow when Tom grabs my face and says “swallow faster bitch, I don’t want you wasting a drop”. I start guzzling the best I can as I swallow mouthful after mouthful. Ivan demands some and Tom halts the flow, shoves me aside where Ivan quickly drops and takes my place. I’m thinking damn that was hot. I fucking love it when Tom gets dominate and a bit rough. I want to explore both further with him in the future for sure. Tom finishes draining his bladder down Ivan’s throat. Tom’s cock is hard and instructs tells Ivan and I to get our asses to the bedroom so he can breed my hole.

K. and I broke up today. It doesn’t feel real, and I’m still so numb about it all, although I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. We’ve been on a break for a couple of days, and I’ve been thinking about breaking up too—not because of anything he did. No. He was always perfect. It’s because I’ve realized that I can’t make him happy simply by being me. I feel like I can be myself around him, but it seems like he’s always holding his breath, describing our relationship as stepping into a minefield or walking on eggshells. It’s a familiar sentence—I’ve heard it before from someone else, too. It hurts because I don’t want to make anyone feel that way, least of all K.. I know I can be difficult at times, but who isn’t? None of us are perfect, and in our own little ways, we can all be hard to love. The real question is whether we’re willing to look past those difficulties and accept someone fully for who they are. Whenever we faced issues, we’d take some time to think about them, talk them through, and find ways to fix them. Sometimes, we’d tackle things immediately; other times, it took longer. But we always seemed to pull through. I thought this would be the same. I thought we’d take a break, gather our thoughts, and come back to each other with clearer minds. I even looked at the weather for the weekend to plan our trip to Chef Hat to buy crockery. I wanted to tell him about my research on the Sun Princess. I thought we’d study together, move on, and keep going. But this time feels different, and I’m not sure why. When he asked me if I was happy, I told him the truth: I was. Despite the bumps in our relationship, I’ve always recovered, put things behind me, and moved forward. I never held grudges because life is too short for that. But halfway through our conversation, I realized that no matter what I said, it wouldn’t change how he felt—about me, about us. So, instead of trying to say the right words, I stayed in the moment. I felt his presence, looked around the room, and thought of all the times we’d sat there together, playing games, hugging, just being. I feared it might be one of the last times we’d share that space, and that thought broke me. There’s something else I need to say: I’ve had so much joy watching K. grow during our time together. When we first met, he was afraid of aging, afraid of what came with it. He was strict with his diet, always chasing a certain look. But over time, I saw those fears ease. It brings a smile to my face to see him embrace aging, to hear him acknowledge his limitations—it makes him feel more human to me. And I’ve loved watching him indulge in food without worrying about gaining weight because, no matter what he looked like, I loved him all the same. I never told him this, but whenever I caught the time 11:11, I made a wish for us to stay together forever. Sometimes, I’d think about him at work, driving, or at home, wondering what he was up to. I wish I’d sent more texts to check in—he must have liked that. It’s something I regret not doing more often. I realized during our talk that he’s been unhappy for a long time, and I care deeply about his happiness. I love him enough to let him go if that’s what he needs to find peace. But admitting that out loud was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Letting go isn’t just about him, though. It’s about me, too. Clinging to the past feels easier than stepping into the unknown. But deep down, I believe we could find happiness together again. We’ve done it before. Why should this time be any different? And yet, I can’t ignore the weight of his unhappiness, or how long he’s been carrying it. I want to respect his decision, even though I want to hold on. I want to handle this with grace and maturity, so I told him where I stand: I want to give us another chance. But I know he needs time to think, to decide for himself what he truly wants. I don’t know what this means for us. I hope he comes back to me, but if he doesn’t, I’ll learn to accept it. There will be nights of crying, waves of anger, and moments of denial. But eventually, I’ll smile back on the great times we shared, and I’ll look forward with my chin held high. We’ve been together for two years, and I know we’re still learning about each other. Relationships don’t have timelines; everyone grows at their own pace. Maybe he’s used to learning about his partner faster. I never thought about our pace at all. I believed we were building something solid, fixing and rebuilding the metaphorical house of our relationship as it changed and grew. Now, I can only hope. And I wait, and I trust in the process.

About 10 years ago I was living on some family property in the mountains in "the back of beyond" (verrrry rural, dirt roads, almost-but-not-quite off grid). One fine day in the middle of winter (about 6" of snow on the ground) I connected with a guy online who was hot to trot and actually drove out there and we met up on an access road in the state forest. We walked down it a little way and then a few feet sideways into the woods and went at it. He spit-fucked me against a tree. Sooooo hot! I'm not sure what kind of temperature it was (certainly not as cold as -20C, probably more like -5C) but it was enough to button up in a hurry when we were done.

Give me a nice hole I can lick before I fill it with my load and I am in heaven. Eating a nice ass or pussy even is prob one of my fav things to do outside of breeding.

Grindr hookup last night. We said Dad and lad looking for young bottom. We got chatting to a 19yo boy and he was well up for it so we got him over. When he arrived he looked much younger than his years - like a fucking choirboy. We stripped off and got down to it. He sure surprised us. He spread his legs wide, presenting his hole. Drew mounted him and pounded his arse. The boy was loving it and begged Drew to breed him. Drew pumped his seed deep inside the boy’s hole and pulled out. Then he looked at me and asked “is Daddy gunna fuck me now” Those of you who know me know that “Daddy” is a trigger word for me. I forced my raging hardon up the lad’s hole and fucked him as hard as I could. He had no problem with me thrusting my cock roughly up his arse. I was surprised that such a young-looking lad had the experience of a cum dump. We kept hold of him for hours and we plastered 6 loads up his chute.

Vaseline is great for in the moment but I’m not a fan of how it makes me feel greasy for a long period of time. Plus it tends to get everywhere and hard to clean off. I prefer water base lube, especially when I’m just jacking off. the slickness doesn’t last as long as Vaseline or other oil based lubes but the clean up is super convenient. On the other hand, Vaseline causes a lot of condoms to fail so it’s a great stealthing tool for when your bottom wants to wrap it up.

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With my first husband, we had both been bare only for years before we met (2005). We got tested after we got together (it was my first time in 3-4 years - I was definitely chasing without admitting it to myself) and stayed monogamous for a few years. When we decided to go open, he said, "Please, do not ask me to wear rubbers when I fuck." I told him that was fine, but if he was going bare, I was, too. We did the whole "only guys who (say they) are neg" thing for years eventually extending that to poz undetectable guys. I knew we were playing with fire; I will never know if he realized this. But we ended up staying neg long enough to go on PrEP. He just loved to watch other guys breed my ass - he couldn't get enough of it. We played separately, too, eventually; I just had more of a sex drive than he did. He died of a stroke in 2019. After being single for a couple of years, I met my current husband. He is much younger and well-hung; he keeps me well fucked enough that being monogamous hasn't been an issue.

I love eating ass, just as much as I love eating pussy. Something so intimate about tonguing someone’s shit hole. I never pass up an opportunity to eat a clean ass. I especially love it as foreplay to fucking and breeding it. it’s been about five years since I have had the opportunity to eat ass. The last time was with a younger Latin fuck buddy. His BF was away and he arranged a little get together with another bisexual married guy. While we were waiting for his friend to arrive, we shared a couple of hits of weed. I guess that helped me relax and got my kink into over drive. His buddy was a hung young black man. We all fooled around and we took turns breeding my Latin friend. Not sure what possessed me to start eating his dripping ass, but I couldn’t resist. My tongue Doug in deep and pulled our cum from his hole. All I remember was his moans of ecstasy. His pleasure was also mine. His married buddy got turned on by this and in no time was ready to deposit another load in my friend. although I haven’t had my hole eaten too many time, I did find it relaxing and helpful in taking a cock. Definitely an area I want to explore more with.

Sunday Jan 5: Horny day with 5 hookups with random guys on Grindr. It was just sort of in flow one after the other adding their loads. Relaxed at the beach. Then had an amazing second meetup with my bf and my new vacation bf top which I will call the petite Spaniard with the big dick. For those interested I have amassed quite a stable of GC vacation boyfriend tops at this point including the Bald sexy top, the top couple from UK, the German living in GC, the big cummer Austrian biker, the XL and Xthick Madrid top…. But I digress :))) So we did this time again a hot DP session and it was about 20 min of me just cumming handsfree like some horny bitch and the guys doing their best not to cum until after 20 min. They came at the same time which was so hot to feel the cum shoot inside me and leak outside at the same time. I was supposed to then go out but… I feel asleep on the couch!!! Doh!!! Monday Jan 6: 3 kings day in Spain with a fun parade and entertainment. It was a day filled with hotel hookups. I started the day by finally meeting my UK Top couple vacation boyfriends. This is the 4th trip we meet and each time amazing and better chemistry each time with us being so into it. It was a hot 90 min fuck where they fucked me five ways to Sunday and both bred me 2 times. I left with a buzzing hole and 4 loads heavier. I was plannning to go to the beach then but a couple of tops really wanted to sample my cummy hole and needed to dump their loads so I hosted a random neighbor and my new vacation bf the XL and XThick Madrid guy. Wow what a huge dick because he stretched me so good despite the DPs and all the other big dicks this trip. He told me he loved my ass as it was on of few that could take him fully inn and he loved feeling the cum around his dick. Went to the beach and then ended the evening with a couple of hookups at guys hotel rooms before calling it a night. Tuesday Jan 7- Thursday Jan 9: Work days (I had remote work) and hiking in the mountains. I agreed with my partner to take a little dick break since I had to work a bit (about half days, easing in) and then we would be healthy and hike in the afternoons. We had a few great trips around the island. Gran Canaria really is such a beautiful island to hike and enjoy nature! Despite this my partner gave me 4 loads during those days and I squeezed in a random little bathroom breeding by a super ugly older guy with a great dick during a toilet trip LOL. Thursday I went out to factory and had an amazing 1 hour taking dick and loads (I estimate 4-5, it was so wet). But then I was supposed to meet a friend and there was this whole back and forth between us and just missing each other etc so it put me out of the mood and I only got one more load after it. It could have been a night of 10-15 loads easily! Bah! Friday Jan 10: Sitting now in a German coffee shop enjoying my only meal of the day (bottom diet boys). Going to meet my UK top couple vacation bfs a little later for a nice 3some with 4 loads I hope. And I was bred by 2 guys with great dicks this morning before I could open my eyes so it’s looking like a promising Friday so far 💦💦💦💦💦💦

It was literally like a real life porn film with the tops cumming loudly and putting on a show and me begging them to breed me. So fucking hot!

As a married man, I can only offer my personal insights. I’m sure I am not the only married man whose wife won’t even attempt anal. I have always had a thing for breeding younger guy ass. Most ass, compared to pussy, are typically tighter and I never hit bottom; my wife complains if I get too rough and if I keep poking the floor of her pussy. Than their is the whole social stigma that’s two guys fucking is wrong and immoral. So not only am I fucking another dude, I’m also fucking social norms. Than of course their is the entire removal of any possibility of pregnancy. When I lived with guys I was fucking, I typically unloaded into them at least a couple times a day, usually more. I never had any afterthought if they remembered to take their bith control or not. It was so sexually liberating. Now that I rarely find local guys I want to fuck, but when I do, I am unleashing months, if not more, of sexual frustration into my subs ass. again, this is just my personal opinion.

30 years ago, there was still enormous pressure to conform to the norm. Being gay in rural UK in those days just wasn't an option. Although I knew I was at least Bi, if not gay, I chose to marry a woman. I have been married 25yrs but my wife went off sex 20 years ago. I needed to get off somehow, and meeting guys was the obvious answer, somehow it doesn't feel like cheating in the same way as if I was having an affair with another woman. Sex with men is totally different. It is far more adventurous and experimental. It was years before a guy persuaded me to get on prep and go BB, but when I did, it added a whole new dimension to my sex life. Thankfully society has changed and certainly in the UK, being gay is now generally accepted and we can all live the lives that we want to. Hopefully I am in the last generation who have had to hide their true feelings, just to conform to society.

fuck .. my hole is wide awake now! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Personally since I’d began to read Jaygusher stories I’m just craving for more stories with fit neg guys and old pox trolls (visualizing myself with old men wanting to bred me, resisting then giving them up my body ). It’s even became the type of scenario I search in porn (but it’s never as good as jay’s stories… the closest I find being a MAP video where a young guy come in a gay bar for the first time, the barman asking him “do you know what kind of bar it is”, then after the young had resisted to them the two guys from the bar double fuck him… good but not as good as the masterpiece Jay is giving us.)

Part 2: The Lead Up David continued loosening my hole very gently. I was beyond aroused with him fucking my mouth and loosening my hole. Once he had prepared my hole for his cock he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I was very disappointed because I was really enjoying his cock. I might have let out a little whimper honestly. David told me he wanted to continue on his bed which was right next door. We walked hand in hand into his bedroom and as soon as we entered he gave me my very first kiss. David was definitely a great kisser. My body was responding in ways I never imagined. I swear I felt one of my legs curl up like you see in the movies. My body trembled with excitement. As David kissed me his hand found my right nipple and he started rubbing it and slightly pinching it. In return I started moaning and my left hand went immediately to his cock. This was the first time I had actually touched another cock besides my own. It felt so hard but velvety at the same time. As I started to slowly jerk his cock David was alternating between both my nipples. We would stop kissing momentarily just to catch our breath and then continue kissing more. I just couldn't believe being with a man could be this fucking hot and erotic. David certainly knew what he was doing and I was enjoying every moment.

Hej Guys, as a tech dinosaur, I have deleted 😱my prize "collection" of R rated emojis. Can any one help me find replacement sites to download: gay, sex, chems, anything to do with our lifestyle. Any other general, everyday emojis, food, sport, travel, animals, plants/flowers would also be greatly appreciated. As a mobile phone "Dufus" 😵‍💫🤭, I also have serious concerns about the correct placement of this discussion. IF no one sees me around, it's probably because I've earned another penalty 🙄😂 BUT, I will be back, after expiration 🥱🥱. Thanks 🙏Guys 😘😘, Erik.

I loved getting bred when it’s freezing. lol. The cold make me feel extra naked and slutty. Nothing warms me up more than hot loads. 🫶

If she wasn't utterly hostile to the gays, she would have been set for life with a gay fandom. Gloria Gaynor for example may have been deeply religious and may have harbored some homophobic thoughts in her private life, but she was smart enough to largely keep them to herself. The gays literally make or break your career.

Love rimming a nice hole. Can go on for ages. But given the choice… I’d much rather be rimmed by a guy with stubble/short beard. The feeling of some rough in my arsehole really works for me.

Getting my face buried in a hunky bear 🐻 is always enjoyable but, the best face fucking comes when two bottoms have had a busy night out, get well filled with piss, cum & lube, get home & spend some time just burying our faces in each others delicious 😋 sloppy holes. Usually toys get involved & another session of hot, raunchy bottom to bottom pig sex gets hot ♨️.

....where do I even start?

Let's see I've done it at 15, 17, 19, 22, 23, 25, 28, 30, 32

I wasn’t the star athlete in HS, but I was a jock. I lettered in football. i already was deviant in HS. They couldn’t figure me out. I was a dichotomy- stud for fucking the cheerleaders, but queer for fucking my teammates … and a fag for sucking them off.

That just made me weak in the knees. Would sure love to feel that!

I never experienced fuck flu; and as many as 50% of us never have either. It is hardly the definitive indicator; not getting fuck flu does NOT mean you're neg. I was infected several times in June 2023 by a friend of many years whose own "more certain pozzing" I witnessed in 2013. I didn't test poz until October 2023. The September test came back "indeterminate". That was confirmed by a second test, result non-reactive. And a few weeks later at my semiannual STI clinic screening Reactive was the result - with all the usual intake labs following. But I was looking for even subtle things that might be indicative of sero conversion and really, nothing of note. Had I not been looking for some metrics or the lesser syptom's in temperature, gut activity, aches and pains. Absolutely nothing that were I not looking for it, I would have otherwise noticed in the normal course of life.

Where do I sign up for a tongue-lashing?

Love vaseline when I'm a little partied up and edging myself between bottoms. In general I love fucking greasy holes. One day I'd love to fuck a really piggy guy using bacon fat for lube. LOL, but seriously tho....

Ben pulled on his trainers and put his head around the kitchen door where his Mum and Dad were putting away the massive amounts of washing up that had gone through the dishwasher in the last two days. “I’m just going out for a Boxing Day drink with Jake” he said as he put his woolly hat on. “Alright” said his Mum, just let us know if you’re going to be back late”. “Sure thing” he replied as he walked towards the front door. He got outside and jumped on his bike. It was pretty cold out but with his coat hat and gloves on and the effort from cycling, he stayed pretty warm. It only took about 15 minutes to get to the car park of the local woods. As he arrived he could see a single car parked with its back to the woods. It had no lights on and it was dark so it was hard to see the colour. There wasn’t another soul around, which was no surprise at 9pm on Boxing Day night. He locked up his bike and walked towards the car, suddenly a bit nervous as it started to register with him how deserted and dark the carpark was. As he got closer, the cars side lights pinged on and the internal light illuminated the inside. In the driver’s seat was a man in his late 40s with thick salt and pepper hair swept back. He was slim, with just very short stubble on his face. He smiled at Ben and indicated for him to get into the passenger seat. “Hey” he said “I bet you’re freezing!”. “Not too bad” replied Ben “the bike ride kept me warm”. The car was nice and warm and Ben quickly undid his coat and took off his hat and gloves. Ben was medium height and slim, with short brown hair and big puppy dog brown eyes. He’d been a skinny teenager but had joined the university triathlon team when he arrived there and was now slim but toned from all of the training. “I’m Kev” said the driver, holding out his hand for Ben to shake. “Ben” Ben replied, shaking Kev’s hand. It was a firm handshake and Ben loved the way Kev squeezed his hand confidently. Ben took him in. Kev was a little taller than him but a similar build with sparkling blue eyes and a kind smile. He was wearing jeans and a long sleeved top which was fairly tight and clung to his pecs. He wasn’t a big guy, but toned. “Nice to meet you Ben” said Kev, and a slightly awkward silence fell over them. Ben looked down at Kev’s crotch. There was a nice bulge pressing against the denim. Without saying anything, Kev reached for Ben’s hand, and put it his bulge, letting out a soft moan as he felt the lad gently squeeze. Ben kept his hand there and looked Kev in the eyes briefly and smiled, before starting to undo the older man’s jeans. Kev wriggled in the seat to work the jeans to his knees and switched the car lights off so they couldn’t be seen by any passers by. The moon was out which gave them enough light to work by. His hard cock was clearly visible under the grey fabric of his boxer briefs and a small dark patch was forming at his tip as precum started to leak in anticipation. Ben leant over and started to gently mouth Kev’s cock, Kev’s hand resting gently on his back. His lips and tongue also moved over Kev’s big balls and Kev continued to let out low moans. After a few minutes of this Ben started to peel down the underwear to expose Kev’s fat uncut cock. It wasn’t huge, about 6 inches, but thick with a throbbing red mushroom head that was leaking precum all over his thigh. Ben held it in his hand and licked the precum from the slit, before taking the whole head in his mouth. He worked it over with his lips and tongue for a while, before starting to take more and more of Kev’s shaft into his mouth. Kev’s hand was now on the back of his kneck, squeezing slightly which felt so good as he bobbed up and down. As he did this, Kev looked down at him left over the gearbox. His young arse looked amazing in his tight jeans, and Kev moved his hand down to caress it, making Ben moan on his cock. “Fuck, you’re good at that” whispered Kev, before gently pulling the younger man up for a kiss. He loved the taste of his own precum on Ben’s tongue. “How about we move this to the back seat” said Kev, and Ben nodded with a big smile. Kev pulled up his jeans and they both got into the back of the car. “Lean over the back of the seats and let me look at that arse” said Kev and Ben took off his coat and did as he was told. Kev ran his hands over the young guys cheeks before unbuttoning Ben’s jeans and yanking them to his knees. Ben’s bum was extra pale where his speedos had been during all those summer lido swims. Kev’s hands on it felt amazing at the older man stoked and squeezed his cheeks. Sitting beside Ben, Kev couldn’t believe how beautiful his arse was! He pulled Ben’s cheeks apart and exposed his tight pink hole, which stood out against the paleness of his skin. Kev leaned over and touched Ben’s hole gently with the tip of his tongue, making him shiver and moan. He started to lick it and then probe it with his tongue, loving the taste of it. Pulling Ben’s cheeks as wide as he could so he could get his tongue nice and deep. Ben was moaning almost constantly now and Kev reach round to give the lad’s hard cock a squeeze. It was dripping precum all over the back seat! With his other hand he slipped a finger inside Ben’s hole, circling it. It felt so tight! Kev spat on his hole and fingered it into Ben’s arse. “fuuuuck, that feels good” moaned Ben. “It’s going to feel even better once I get my dick inside you” he said,feeling his cock throbbing in his jeans at the thought of getting inside that tight young hole. He spanked Ben’s cheek gently and said, “follow me, I’ve got an idea”....

I got married in 2004 and was divorced in 2016, I didn’t hang with guys till my honeymoon and my girl said and I quote “I don’t want to touch your asshole, I don’t want to use a strap on, that just means you’re fuckin gay. So you’re either with me or you’re gay”. That hurt, and then 3 MONTHS after the honeymoon without sex I found a leather daddy with a sling literally down the street and I would go for “2 hour runs” and I’d just run the 6 minute run to his house, get bred in the sling by him and eventually he whored me out. Probably with 20/30 guys in that sling over my marriage. she thought I was a fag so I decided to prove her right,

Ate maraschino cherries out of a hot twink hole during a group fisting session with some regular playmates. One of the guys was a particularly talented twink with a smooth hole. He could really open up his pussy into a nice round donut -- the type that lets you see into his guts. He and I were chilling on the sofa while a couple of other buddies were taking their turn in the sling. Went down to eat his smooth twink hole when I got the urge to eat something out of it. So, I stepped away and came back with a bottle of maraschino cherries, stuffed a few into his cunt and ate them out. It was super fucking hot!

He started to slide his cock deliciously in and out of me, taking his time as he enjoyed the feel of my cummy arsehole around his cock. "Mmmm....darling!" he gasped. " you have a sexy pussy!" The other man got off the sofa and headed out. "See you two lovebirds later!" He laughed. "Knock him up good, Terry!" Terry chuckled as the man left and whispered in my ear. " Is that what you want, baby? Do you want daddy's nasty sperm in you? Do you want my baby?" I was gasping with pleasure as I knelt on the old sofa, arse up, being fucked by this sagging old man. But his cock felt so good, and I was so high with the sleaziiness of it, I could only nod my head and say "Yes...breed me!" He sighed happily. "Good boy!." Then he thrust faster in and out until his cock was like a rod of iron in me "Here it comes!" He gasped and I felt his cock throb and throb, knowing with each contraction his toxic sperm was spurting into me. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lay heavily on my back. I could feel his ribs and his heart pounding. "Oh yes...you're all wet with my spunk now. Let's give it a chance to take, shall we?" He lay on me like an old pig. It was quiet and still as the others had left, and I could hear the clock ticking and smell the body odour on the sofa back beneath my chin. Eventually, his cock softened to the point where my hole expelled it with a soft hiss and he got heavily to his feet and slapped my bum. "There you go, son. Hope you enjoyed getting pregnant with me. See you later" Then he was gone and I was alone in that filthy room, sperm dripping out of me, wondering what the hell I'd done. And yet, my cock was rock hard and I was as excited as I've ever been. There was a noise in the door way and the thin, veiny man called Arthur who'd used me to get off came in and gave a dirty laugh. "Fuckin' hell! Look at you!" He laughed as I got to my feet, erection standing out with a drool of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Bet you didn't expect this, did yer? Bet you didn't plan to go home well and truly pozzed?" I shook my head and blushed, "I'm so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have done it" I said. But my hard-on showed a different story and he just leered at me "I think you knew what you were doing. You're just a filthy bastard like the rest of us." He turned, knelt on the sofa and spread his sagging, wrinkled buttocks revealing a puffy, slack brown hole glistening with lube. "C'mon," He said. "Give me your last neg load. This is what your arse is going to look like one day" He wriggled it obscenely at me. I couldn't resist. My heart was pounding and I knew now what I was. I got behind him, pressed my cock into his puffy lips and slid up him as Bill appeared again with his rubbish bag to empty the bin. He watched me fucking the wasted old body for a minute or two, then came and slipped his hand under my buttocks and squeezed my balls and fingered my cock were it entered the slimey hole. "That's it" He said. " Don't be shy. Shoot up him like his wants." He suddenly thrust his forefinger into Arthur along side my cock and I gasped with pleasure, feeling the orgasm approaching "C...cumimg! I gasped "Ooh, lovely! I can feel it shooting around my finger" Arthur was laughing as he took my load "Git your fucking finger out you dirty sod!" Bill did what he was told and winked at me as he licked the cum and juices from his forefinger. "Nice. " He said. " Sweet. And your last neg load. I know they've all fucked you. Welcome to our little club!"

Part 1: How it started My name is Mark and a little bit about me is I'm 18. 5' 11". 245 pounds. Kinda between sticky and muscular. Nothing to brag about but I have been going to the gym pretty regularly. I usually workout late at night just to avoid the crowds and there's usually just one other guy there. His name is David. We chat occasionally about nothing really. If we need a spot then we are each happy to help the other out. David is probably in his 40's with very little fat. He is probably around 6'7" or 6'8" because he towers over me. Weight wise we are probably about the same. I've never thought about my sexuality much but I have noticed David seems to be well endowed whenever we are changing together in the locker room. Me not so much. One night as I'm doing my back workout my back really starts tightening up. I mean it's at the point where I just can't get it to loosen up. David noticed my pain and suggested that maybe I needed a deep tissue massage on my back to help loosen it up. I've never had a massage before and wasn't sure where I could get one at this late at night. David then told me he was actually a massage therapist and he would be more than happy to give me a massage. I was a bit nervous but the pain won out. I didn't change and we grabbed our bags and I followed him back to his place which was only about 5 minutes from the gym. Gotta love living in a small town. followed David inside and he led me into his room with the massage table. I wasn't sure about what to leave on and he told me just to strip to my underwear and lay on my stomach. He had me put my face through a doughnut looking thing at the head of his massage table. I noticed he had really warm in the room but as I was just in my underwear it felt really good. David said he was going to get comfortable because he didn't want to get too hot. I didn't care. I mean after all, this was his house. He stripped down to a jockstrap and nothing more. He had some type of oil in a pot that he kept warm and as soon as he applied it I was gone. It was so warm and felt so good. David then started just rubbing my back at first trying to see if that would help with some of the tension. David definitely knew what he was doing because my back did start loosening up. But there was still a lot of tension. He then told me he needed to go deeper and suggested I remove my underwear to help him massage me deeper. I didn't think anything about it because he had already relaxed me to this point so I just lifted myself up slightly as he removed my underwear. He also removed his jockstrap saying he was getting hot working on my back. For some reason I didn't question it because it sounded reasonable to me. He was standing by my head as he really started getting deeper on my back. I let a low moan as he made a deep path down my back. I could feel the muscles starting to loosen up. I opened my eyes and noticed David was now sporting quite a hard on. And it wasn't far from my face. I felt my own cock stir a little bit as well. I wasn't sure if David was gay or not and wasn't sure how to proceed. But as he kept loosening my back up and I would moan I noticed his cock would twitch. Which in turn caused my own cock to twitch. He then stopped for a moment and said he was going to remove the doughnut to help get a better angle to my back. He then proceeded to start rubbing my back again but this time his cock was directly in line with my mouth. I had never considered sucking a cock before and really wasn't sure how to. So I just opened my mouth and let his cock just find it's way in. To my surprise he didn't pull back and gently started rocking back and forth slowly fucking my mouth. No words were spoken. My own cock was now so hard it was hurting. I was enjoying allowing David to fuck my mouth. I had totally forgotten about my back but he was definitely going deeper on my back and in my mouth. I could taste some saltiness leaking from his cock and knew he was giving me copious amounts of his precum. I don't know how long this went on but I knew I didn't want it to stop. After a while I no longer felt any pain in my back. David then rubbed some oil on my cheeks and around my hole. He ran a finger across my hole and I moaned around his cock. This must have been all it took because I felt his cock swell up and he started cumming down my throat. He must hadn't cum in quite a while because there was a lot. I impressed both of us by swallowing it all without spilling a drop. After he finished he didn't remove his cock and continued to fuck my mouth. He didn't go soft either. Damn I was loving being used like this. David then started inserting his finger into my hole to help loosen me up. I knew what he wanted next and I was more than happy to give it to him.

As my regular readers know I’m a big fan of Gran Canaria, so I booked a trip with my bf for New Years and into January. I have been taking it slow the first few days, I did score a few hookups but I wasn’t on Grindr only nice repeat regulars from earlier trips including this amazing piggy top that is just 👌🏻🐽. So those plus boyfriend loads about 9 the first 3 days. Also noteworthy is the new expanded darkroom at Tom’s which has gone from boring as hell to a fun place to fuck. Take note fellow travelers! Now I want to tell you about my New Year’s Day. My bf wanted my ass nice and cummy before loading me so the plan was to take some loads if possible before going out and then go to Noxon. We had to switch apartments so it wasn’t optimal and I was ready for play around 18:00. Started off with a quick anon load from a neighbor. Then I visited a Scottish guy in his hotel and had a nice 40 min fuck. Then a bit later 2 more ROUGH fuckers had their way with me with the whole spitting in the face banging hard show etc. I went out with 4 loads lubing my hole but they mostly had gone out of me from the rough last fucker, but the hole was at least nice and open. Quick drink at Tom’s first to get started. I had to peek in the darkroom of course and had first several extremely aggressive bottoms try for me (I can give off this jock type energy, it’s not uncommon for me) until I found a short French king that had an amazing dick that I sucked and then he fucked and bred me nicely. He had more loads to give but his bf was waiting so I ended the session right there with the 5th load. Noxon next! Bought a beer. Went inside to find a grand total of ONE person 🤣 I’m sure Noxon has better nights as nothing is wrong with their facilities, but we just had our beer at the terrace and then decided for Factory. My bf has started liking putting on a show so we went to the big central mattress room where a lot of guys are just fucking and he fucked me there for 5 min. Sure enough as shit attracts flies this attracted about 6 guys to fuck me the next 30-40 min and two of them came loudly and one silently! Hot! Loads 6 and 7 and 8. My favorite was this really big dicked Viking type he really took his time (I’d say about 20 min in front of everyone) and his girth and length was really opening me up more in the best possible way. After being the main attraction for over an hour there I needed a break then so we went to the bar for our drink coupon. The second round into the darkroom we started with a sling fuck for a nice 15-20 min. Some other guy joined but didn’t cum. Then some older Germans in a very rude way almost kicked us out of the sling cause they wanted to use it for fisting 🤣 well it turned out to be a blessing in disguise as then ensued the highlight of the night. Now back in the orgy room which had a lot of guys at this point and lots of fucking going on multiple tops and multiple bottoms going at it. I bent over the mattress stuck my ass out. Some guy felt it up and it was wet to his liking so he started a nice fuck. As he was there a little line formed of guys wanting their turn, always a bottoms favorite 😍. He took less than 10 min until he was getting close and told me to beg for the load which I happily did as he came loudly and deeply inside me. Immediately a guy lines his dick up to my hole (didn’t see him) and enters the cummy mess easily. He bangs for his life and cums in about 1 min. He then was immediately replaced by a guy that had been jerking off to the whole thing, he fucked maybe 3-4 strokes then came hard and BIG into my sloppy ass. Then he again was immediately replaced by another guy that did the same thing and came in less 1 min. At the same time some daddy asked if I liked it in my mouth as he fed me his load. It was like experiencing the cum highlights from a porn movie in real life. Loads 9, 10, 11, 12, 13(mouth). Absolutely super hot to get 4 breedings in 5 minutes and 1 in the mouth. My ass was a wonderfully cumsloppy mess at this point and Viking type guy was back and happily enjoyed it for about 15 min of round two but didn’t cum that time. Action had then sort of fizzled out around us so it was about time to end the night on a high note with my BFs load fucked inside me with him never having felt me that wet 💦💦💦 before adding his and the final 13th load inside my now extremely wet and open ass. I could have gone longer but the timing was right and one does get tired after several hours of use 🤣😈

We are in the middle of an extreme cold snap in Ontario at the moment. This got me wondering who keeps fucking outside even in extreme cold conditions. I don't normally but a number of years ago hooked up with a guy on Squirt. Neither of us had a place to host. So I met him in a small park near both of us around midnight. It was about 20 degrees Celsius below zero. Fuckin fridged! When he arrived we skipped all foreplay. I dropped my pants; despite the cold I'd gone commando. I turned and leaned against a tree. He unzipped, spit on his cock and roughly pushed in my hole. Thankfully his cock wasn't very big. It was among the quickest pump and dumps I've ever received. He pulled out and fled before I could even thank him. I loved to hear if you've had a similar experience?

My mother taught me to never talk bad about the dead, only good. Anita Bryant is dead. Good!

Never feel embarrassed about being a worthless bottom. There are many of us who celebrate your skills. I’d even get off watching your naked walk of shame … and try to figure out how to snare you!

I've gotta get there... I am in dire need of getting used big time.

If we learned anything from the Anita Bryant fiasco it's that, with some coordination, you can run the homophobes "out of town". Sure she had her time in the spotlight. It did revitalize a lack luster career, where winning Miss Oklahoma didn't translate into a successful vocal career. Her book "The Anita Bryant Story: The Survival of Our Nation's Families and the Threat of Militant Homosexuality " was released in 1977. She did have two top 10 Billboard hits, and even appeared on "Dick Clark's American Bandstand". She managed to grab three Grammy nominations, and sang at the 1971 Super Bowl. But those things don't translate necessarily into long term cash. What hurt Bryant was the fact the Florida Citrus Commission dropped her as a spokeswoman. Since the 1977 referendum, Bryant divorced her husband and left south Florida for good. Though she continued to perform her one time conservative friends dropped her as well, stating her divorce was not in line with being a good role model. She may have taken a pie in the face, but reports state that she had no regrets about her decisions and her stance against gay rights. She's just a joke from the past, and considering what gays are facing with the current administration in the US, frankly we have more things to be concerned about.

As far as I know, I never suffered from the fuck flu.

The Third Day of Christmas After two incredible life-changing (and life-affirming) fucks the last two days, I wanted to put more effort into preparing for our time alone at home and use the bed to its full advantage. Plus, I thought a little romance might be nice for the two of us, since we both had more or less admitted that we had a thing going on. The rest of Boxing Day I had spent in a contented haze, enjoying the feeling of being in love and knowing that someone wanted me out in the world. Everyone commented on my contentment. I floated through our movie night and when it came time for bed spent a couple of hours getting my room setup before I fell asleep, tossing and turning in excitement for the next day. * * * * * When morning finally came around, there was the usual hectic hubbub as my parents and siblings scrambled to get ready to leave. I decided to not bother with getting dressed in real clothes, and instead just threw a bathrobe on over my underwear to make it down for a bite of breakfast. My bowl of cereal and I took up residence on the couch to catch up on the news while I waited to hear from Chett about his plans. I didn’t have long to wait when a text message came through at 8:30: I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR ME! I’LL BE OVER IN ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES. I responded with a string of emojis and finished slurping down my cereal and returned the bowl to the kitchen. Headed back to my bedroom, I shut the blinds, lit a few candles, and checked that the room was picked up and clean. My heart was hammering in my chest (more from excitement than nerves at this point) when the doorbell rang and I went down the stairs to let Chett in. Throwing open the door, I did’t have time to react before Chett was through the doorway, door slammed back into its frame, and I was picked up and pinned to the wall. Our passionate kissing was like a fire I couldn’t put out, and I wanted to melt and just share the same space as him always. When Chett pulled away and my feet touched the floor again, I looked up and saw a burning need in his eyes — a look that if he couldn’t have me he wouldn’t make it. I gently reached out, took his hand and led him through to my bedroom. He paused to take everything in. I had the candles burning, had made my bed with a couple of the throw pillows my mom had given me that I almost never used, included some snacks and drinks for us, and tried to make an effort to keep the place tidy. While I hadn’t meant to put the brakes on our sex life, I could see that Chett wanted to take in a part of my life he had never seen. Quietly walking over to my bookcases, he ran his fingers over the spines of musical scores and books on psychology. “I knew you were a nerd, but I had no idea you were this cool.” How he managed to say that without sarcasm or irony I will never know, but when he turned to me I could see that he meant it. I reached out to snag his hand in mine and led him back to the bed. “You are welcome to investigate my room whenever you would like, but right now I have something I need from you.” I opened the front of my robe and fell backwards onto my bed. Chett’s intensity came back in a rush, and he had stripped down to his underwear faster than I would have thought possible. I heard my breath hitch as he slowly worked his hands up over my feet, caressing my calves and thighs until they stopped just below where my boxer briefs met my legs. Breathing was already difficult before he leaned down and kissed me around my bellybutton and slowly lowered himself onto the bed between my legs. Keeping me on edge, Chett worked his lips and tongue all over my torso and chest. I could feel the hair on my body stand up as his tongue and lips caressed my nipples and traced a line between my ribs all the way up to my neck. I leaned down to meet his lips with mine, but he gave me a maniacal look as he pulled away. “Not yet, you have to earn a kiss from me.” His grinning face disappeared back down to my belly. I could feel his teeth getting involved in my torso and when he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and began teasing them down my legs. My light treasure trail began to be exposed as he slowly worked my cock free. I was hard, straining the elastic band of my boxer briefs as he pulled them slowly southward, allowing the fabric to rub roughly against my shaft. He stopped halfway down my penis and transferred his hands to my ass, grabbing the fabric at the back and slowly pulling the waistband over my cheeks and caressing the skin before returning to the front and continuing the slow reveal. When he finally got to the head of my penis, he let my dick fly back and hit my abs while he pulled my underwear the rest of the way down. The slow teasing nature of his ministrations had me feeling revved up and ready for whatever adventure he had planned, and I was ready for him to throw my legs over my ears and pound me into the mattress. Instead, he returned to his position between my legs and slowly licked up my balls and shaft until he met the head of my penis and began lapping at the underside of my frenulum. My senses went into overdrive as he continued to run his tongue around and around the head while I squirmed beneath him. “How the. . . FUCK. . . did you learn. . . mmmh. . . how to do that?” Meeting my eyes and pulling his mouth away from my crotch, he simply responded, “practice makes perfect.” With those words, he dove back onto my penis, sucking the head and first couple of inches into his mouth. My back flew into an arch as my nerve endings experienced a sensation I didn’t know was humanly possible. I was breathless as the warm, wet sensation of Chett’s mouth enveloped my cock head and his tongue gently probed my piss slit. He continued to lick, moving his head around and applying suction to further stimulate my dick. What I always had thought of as a way of relieving waste had taken over my life as the things that gave me the most pleasure. Chett’s talented mouth and tongue continued their work, moving lower and lower down my penis as I began to probe the depths of his throat. I couldn’t control the noises I was making, and when he started stroking and pinching my nipples it was all over. The orgasm rose so quickly I didn’t have time to warn him before I was emptying my balls deep down his throat. Chett let out a guttural moan of pleasure which only further stimulated my dick, and I was reduced to a quivering puddle on my bed. Before I could do much recovery, Chett let my penis slither out of is mouth and plop wetly onto my abs before coming up to kiss me deeply, only the barest hint of saltiness to show I was there before. “You better not think that you are done. . . I will always be happy to get you off, but you need to be ready to return the favor.” An evil smile spread across his face as he pressed into me. His pierced dick felt slick as he probed my ass to find his home. I knew he must have been excited if he produced that much precum. “Take a deep breath for me.” I breathed in deeply and held it, staring through his eyes into his soul. I saw a dark glint before he commanded, “release.” The breath I had taken came out in one great “whoosh” as he planted his cock deep into my ass with one go. I must have cried out in pain, because the dark glint in his eyes was replaced by a look of genuine concern for a moment. The searing pain that I felt when he entered me dry was replaced by a longing ache to be used and filled. “Don’t stop, fuck me like you mean it.” Chett didn’t hesitate. He began pile driving his cock into my prostate with a ferocity I hadn’t seen so far in any of our animalistic fucking we had done the last couple of days. I felt every thrust as if it were a divine gift. Every subtle movement of his body felt and reacted to. Cursing, sweating me, switching between feeling the deep physical satisfaction of having sex with this man somehow magnified into an all-consuming heat by the love that I felt for him. . . I wanted us to never stop. “You have no idea how destroyed I am making you right now.” Chett kept driving into me like a god who couldn’t stop. “You are never going to be able to go back to who you were before this.” “I don’t want to.” I was screaming from being absolutely wrecked. “I want to be this way forever. I want to be yours forever.” What looked like a tear fell out of his eyes and splattered against my cheek as his now-familiar growing and shuddering warned me of an impending orgasm. His final thrust nearly tore me in half as he marked my insides as belonging to him. Each cord on his neck standing out, each muscle tense. It was like watching a thoroughbred winning a race — utterly captivating. It was only after he pulled out of me that my emotions got the better of me and I started sobbing uncontrollably. Chett’s face changed in an instant from utter satisfaction to the deepest worry and concern. “Jordy, what’s wrong?” His arms snaked around me and he kept his weight on top of me like the world’s most secure weighted blanket. “I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am just feeling all these emotions I can’t explain and I don’t understand. And because I have felt how good this is physically, I don’t think I could ever be with someone else.” Chett grabbed me tighter. I could still feel his softening dick in my ass, but felt that this was even more intimate than the experience we just finished. “I don’t know how to say this, but you have destroyed me forever.” My shuddering sobs slowed for a moment. Sensing my disbelief he continued, “It is true; I will admit I have more experience having sex than you do, but I have never felt like this before. I think it is because I care about you more deeply than a hookup or a friend. You are a person that I want to see succeed and get everything you want. Anything I have the power to give, I will. I want you to be successful and happy. And while I want to be a part of giving you success and happiness, I also want to share every possible connection with you.” I let out an hysterical half sob/half laugh. “And for the record, yes, I love you.” That was enough of a sock to get me to sit up and take notice. “You love me?” Chett’s confident grin returned, “are you going to tell me that you don’t feel the same way?” I knew he was right. Without having to search my heart, I knew that he was going to be correct and I was going to have to come to terms with the fact that I had been in love with him for years, just unable to get anything moving on that front. I pulled his face to mine for a deep kiss and we cuddled as his dick finally slipped out of my ass. After an hour of us just being content sharing space with each other, I asked, “what are your plans for tomorrow? I would love it if you could stay here, but I have to get my room cleaned up and aired out. . . I’m pretty sure this smells like men and sex in here.” I blushed a bit at the thought of being caught by a sibling or my parents. “I was planning on taking a couple of days out of town to do some hiking or something. Why?” The disappointment rolling over me was on my face before I could stop it. “Oh, well, that sounds like it will be fun for you.” Chett didn’t hesitate when asking, “do you wanna go with me? My folks have a little cabin about an hour away. We could stay up there for a couple of days, just the two of us.” I shivered against him. “Only if you’re sure I won’t be in the way.” Chett kissed my earlobe, “You are never in the way. Consider anything that I do, anywhere I go for you to always feel free to join me.” I smiled and acknowledged his generosity. “I appreciate that offer, and I hope you know I am an open book and would love to spend time with you, but I also know that we need our space, too. This is all new to me, but with you being in college and me being stuck in this place for another few months, I want to make sure that you have the freedom to do what you want and be with your friends.” He nodded and gave me a squeeze. “You’re right. But I would love it if you would be able to join me in New York once you finish school. I know this is very early to be saying this, but it would be fun to room together and keep this up if you’re down.” I had been thinking the same thing all day but didn’t want to voice my hopes in case he wasn’t that serious. “We should definitely talk about that.” Before he could reply, I heard the front door slam and my mom’s voice floating up the stairs, “Hey Jordy, I got home early and thought we might be able to go out and take a look at some new shoes for you while you’re home.” My eyes flew wide in panic. “Shit-fucker! We have to get you out of here!” Chett sprang up off the bed with a silent giggle while he collected his clothes and threw everything back on. “Don’t worry about me. But get permission to head to the cabin for a few days. I think we will have a great time.” I wiped my leaking ass with a nearby pair of underwear and started rummaging around my drawers to find clothes to throw on and not look like I had been having the fuck of my life before being interrupted by my mother. “Yeah, consider it done.” Chett pulled me into him with one leg in a pair of jeans for a kiss before letting me go staggering back onto the bed while he opened the window. “What the fuck are you doing Chett?” “I don’t want to walk past your mom!” “I’ll go distract her, just be quiet closing the door.” I was rewarded with one more kiss as I went to do battle with my mother to allow my lover to escape unnoticed. It was only when I got back up to my bedroom after shopping and dinner with my mom that I noticed Chett had left his underwear on my bed and mine were mysteriously absent.

Last week before the stormy weather hit, I was up in the north of Scotland. It's been very much all work and no play for me for a while now and I was feeling tired and a bit low. In the early evening I visited a cruising ground. It was quiet at first but then a few guys appeared. I fucked an Afghan lad up against a tree. I guessed he was probably in his late 20s. It was only after we fucked that he told me he had just turned 20. He looked quite a bit older - he was tall, slim and bearded, with a really fit, hairy arse. He sucked my cock for a while and then pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over. I fucked him against a tree and enjoyed every minute of it. His arse was really tight, even though he told me he had another guy's load up him and after a really enjoyable fuck, I squirted my load up his arse to add to the one he already had up him. As he pulled up his pants, he thanked me and told me how much he had enjoyed the fuck and then smiled at me and kissed me. Made me feel a lot better and I decided to go back the following evening!

Only a man knows what a man needs..... That statement best answers the question in the topic. M2M sex has many benefits that prove to be just irresistable for married men. 1. It can be anonymous...which is the preferred scenario for a lot of married guys. No talking, no chit chat. Just fucking 2. Its very easy to get. No dates, no flowers, no endless messages, no feelings or emotions, or money spent 3. Its very very satisfying. The is no bullshit when 2 men fuck. No shame if you cum early. 4. It encourages you to release your primal urges. Just fuck/get fucked and breed/ get bred. Like how we are meant to. 5. Bareback M2M sex is highly addictive. Once you start, there is NO stopping I used to avoid married men, for ethical reasons. But now several of my regulars are white married guys. And ofcourse a lot of the random and anon guys i fuck are married too. Life is too short to live it whilst being denied what you really need and want.

My regret is not committing to being a whore sooner.

When are u cumming? I’m moving I will be there in January sir

Dawn was breaking by the time they finished with me. My face and bottom were covered in spunk, and my belly felt like it had been pumped full of it a well. I manged to retrieve my clothes and crawled out onto the beach. I dressed, but realised I still couldn’t go home like this. I remembered an old, brick toilet set back from the beach in some bushes and thought there might be a basin I could wash the worst of the filth off. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, so I crept up to the building and went inside. It smelt of piss and damp. There were some urinals and cubicles and a cracked wash basin which had running water. I took off my trousers and peeled my underpants off my sticky buttocks and ran some water in the bowl. It was difficult, but I managed to raise one leg on to the edge so I could apply water to my arsehole which was puffy and sore. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps and a short, fat man came through the door. He was wearing stained overalls, rubber boots and was carrying a mop and bucket. I froze with shock, and he grinned as he saw my bare arse and the puffy slit between the cheeks. “’ello.” He said. “what’s all this? Got yourself fucked did you?” I lowered my leg and stood there miserably as he laughed at my discomfort. “That’s why I like the early shift,” He said. “There’s often some dirty bastard washing his bum hole in the morning.” He put the bucket down and unzipped the front of his overalls. He had a fat, hairy belly and around the belly button was a large biohazard tattoo. When he pulled the zipper lower, a thick cock with a large mushroom cock fell into his fist and swelled into erection. “You alright in there, Mick?” Shouted a voice from outside. “Oh yeah,” He called back, turning me round and bending me over the washbasin. He dug out a battered tin of Vaseline and smeared it over my gaping hole. “This won’t take long, mate!” I felt his cock pushing into me. It forced my hole further open around the mushroom head, then slid into my gut with a delicious sliding feeling. “I’ll just clean the ladies, then, shall I?” Called the voice from outside. Mick was thrusting in and out, gasping with pleasure as he sodomised me over the basin. “Y..you…ooof…yeah you do that!” He gasped, lifting his belly onto my backside and going deeper up me. I was crushed over the cold porcelain as he worked himself to a climax. “Here it comes you dirty sod!” He grunted and I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he added his spunk to the cum already swimming inside me. “That’s better.” He sighed, pulling his cock out, wiping it with a dirty cloth and zipping up his overalls before wiping my bottom with the same rag. “Thanks,” I mumbled. He turned away and started mopping the floor. “Bye then.” I said. He ignored me, so I pulled on my underwear and trousers and went outside. Another man was emerging from the ladies with a bucket, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw me, then jerked his hips suggestively. I blushed and walked off with his laughter in my ears. By now it was nearly 9 o’clock and I knew Bill would be at the sauna, so I headed of there to get a shower. I let myself in and found him behind the desk drinking coffee. “Where you been?” He said, “Your mum’s been round looking for you.” I explained about what had happened and he gave a whistle of appreciation. “You ended up under the promenade, then? Bloody hell, they’re real tramps under there. Did you get fucked by an old guy with a warty cock and sores?” I nodded my head. “Then your arse will be swimming with bugs by now! His names John and he’s well known for having the clap and god knows what else!” As he spoke, I noticed his cock thicken and stiffen in his shorts and a dark pre-cum stain appear at the tip. “Mind you, there’s some find that gets them horny. Strip off and show me your arse.” I did as I was told, and he turned me round and stuck a finger up me, which slid in easily from the cleaner’s spunk from earlier. “We’d best phone your mum and tell her you’re ok.” He dropped his shorts and bent me over the counter and then dialled my home. As the phone rang, he slowly slid his cock up me and grunted with pleasure. “Oh yeah, nothing like an arse full of bugs around my cock.” I heard my mother answer and Bill said “That’s right, he’s here. I’m with him now.” He pushed his cock deeper and I squealed with pleasure. “Yeah, he’s happy enough….that’s so wet and dripping…no I was just saying there’s a drip in the shower…oof I’m going to cum..sorry I said I’ll make sure he comes straight home..ahhh.” With that he shot a huge load up me in spasms as my mother thanked him for looking out for me and rang off. Bill pulled out and I saw his cock was covered in slime. “”Lovely!” He said, pushing his cock back into his shorts. “I’ll leave it dirty to marinade” He ruffled my hair. “You’re a good one, a right dirty little pig. Lube yourself up and get off upstairs. They’ll be in soon and you’ve got work to do.”