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Another member on this site recently asked if any of us had slammed at work, or at least pnp'd. I actually have a few times... never slammed at work, but have blown clouds/snorted at work and had sex at work at the same time. In my blog here, I've written up some of the times I had pnp experiences as both a performer and as a Realtor (usually in an empty house or client's house who pnp'd and gave permission) but I actually HAVE had sex and partied some in office situations over the years. During the Recession, both performing work and house sales were down, so from 2005-2010 I also managed buildings in NYC, the management company I worked for had its office in Riverdale in the Bronx, in what was originally the pool house and club of a multi-building development... the offices were right next to the pool and my personal office was in one corner of the structure down a long corridor and had both a door to the inside corridor of the building, AND its own door to the exterior into a small fenced in area adjacent to the pool with a latched gate door. My boss' older son was a college age kid who just finished his freshman year and was now serving as a lifeguard at the complex pool during his summer vacation. I was frequently the last person in the offices, as most left by 5:30 and some nights I was there until 7 or 8 or later by myself. The pool closed at 6pm, and if the boss wanted to leave early and I was staying, he'd ask me to bring the kid home to the burbs where we all lived. I had no idea up until this point that the kid was gay, let alone that he appreciated chemplay. I mean, come on, he was only a freshman - though I was pretty "advanced" at that age I seldom meet too many others who were (or are). One of the first times this occurred, Stefan came into my office closing the door behind him, still in his long red lifeguard board shorts and a sleeveless white cotton top - open to show his washboard - and flipflops showing his oversized bare feet. I knew the kid was hot - frankly, so was his dad, my boss, and the company actually had a reputation of hiring very attractive and fit male employees - but this went beyond. While running his hand up and down his treasure trail, he mentioned that I was "busted". Tearing my gaze away from the pretty sight, I asked "why"? He proceeded to tell me he found my profile on Nasty Kink Pigs and a PNP oriented site that was popular at the time. The pictures being obviously me, I couldn't deny it, and he described them to me perfectly. Intrigued, I asked what he was doing on those sites and did his father know he was gay? He replied that he found those websites that year at college when he really found and accepted himself, and no he hadn't come out to his parents yet. He said he certainly wouldn't say anything about my extracurricular activities to his father so long as he and I could "indulge" them sometimes on the evenings I was driving him home... I told him I was flattered, and wanted to know exactly which activities on those sites he wanted to indulge in, and would I be playing teacher or did he have experience? He smirked and replied that he was looking for the bareback chem sex experiences he learned to love that year at college that took him from a naive virgin to a "probably poz party boi"... I was, suffice to say, a bit stunned. Now, to be fair, in the summer of 2006 he wasn't the only one with a 6-pack, at 43 I was still doing some modelling and in really great shape, so it wasn't TOTALLY insane for a hot college freshman to come on to an older guy, but JEEZUS this came out of nowhere, and DAMN was it hot. He proceeded to tell me he knew exactly how to make sure we were never caught (and we never were...) since my office was originally intended to be accessible after hours by the pool staff, the inside door to the rest of the offices could not only be locked and bolted, but the outside door could be locked and the gate to the little inner fenced area (the fence was 8 feet tall and opaque) could also be locked and bolted... to gain access from outside, someone would have to ring a "doorbell" and from the inside, if anyone entered the office suite, an electronic "beep" sounded in my office. There were no security cameras in my office, or at my end of the hall, or in the fenced area - and I could turn on the burglar alarm and exclude my office until I (or we) left. Stefan had thought it all out. With those assurances, I agreed. That first time he had a little bit of his own stuff in his pool bag, and I ran out to my car and brought my play bag in - out came two pipes and the clouds started. I kept asking if he was sure, and he said he liked fantasizing that I was his coach... DAMNATION he was hitting all the right buttons. That night was mostly just oral (we both rinsed off and washed up in the small shower the little bathroom my personal office had) sucking and rimming mutually... he had a real swimmer's body, 6'4", trim, slightly out-sized shoulders, long thin floppy dick and nice muscular if not large ass, green eyes, tanned white skin, torso naturally almost hairless except the treasure trail but waist down hairy like a satyr or something... Our sessions eventually included fucking each other on my desk or the floor or on a pool lounge chair brought inside, with porn playing all but silently on my computer from my external hard drive, and always with us blowing clouds, booty-bumping, snorting or hot-railing. The first session where we fucked, I had him fuck me first - he was rock hard and his youth and relative inexperience showed in his impatience to get his raw tool in me resulting in some soreness for me that evening and the next day - but his skills improved over time and that long cock of his was quite the enjoyable after-work treat, along with the copious loads he would fill me with. That same evening, when it was my turn to fuck him, I kept reminding him that I was poz, and was he SURE he wanted me to bareback him. He told me he was sure, and that he was fairly certain he'd been pozzed since he'd done several group scenes with guys he knew to be poz and took their loads... I was still a bit uncomfortable with that, and though I fucked him bare, I did not begin breeding him until he'd gotten his test results back a couple of weeks later (he was poz as he thought). He loved to spew out his filthiest fantasies as I pounded that hot frat boy hole. As summer progressed I was able to hook him up with my contact-buddy for supplies so he could pay less than in the burbs. A couple of times we had group scenes at my bud's place on Central Park West and the guys present would descend on Stefan like starving animals and he loved every minute, though we always had to leave reasonably early. He also had a friend up from school who stayed with him that summer for a week and came to the pool with him everyday that week - it was the only time we ever had a third join us in my office - a pretty Filipino kid, Alberto, with another swimmer's body but much shorter than Stefan, about 5'6" smooth all over and rippled with trim muscle, brown eyes and black hair with an incredible serpent tattoo wrapped down one leg. He was happy to blow clouds with us, and fortunately he was into "Daddies" like Stefan was, and really enjoyed getting spit-roasted from either end the three times he pnp'd with us. He even came in and gave me a blow job under my desk on one of the days they were heading home with my boss and not me! Stefan claimed to be jealous, but between him needing to be at his lifeguard post AND being 6'4" there was no way he could repeat that particular performance! Damn we had fun until he had to head back to school, and we repeated our hi-jinx the next summer (2007) as well. However, when the summer of 2008 rolled around he stayed at his school in Florida for the summer and eventually moved down there permanently and that crazy memorable set of experiences was over. And true to Stefan's promise, we never got caught! Though we both mentioned many times as we played how hot it would be to get his handsome dad high and convince him to join us. Considering the male employees he tended to hire, there certainly was a possibility that he was at least bi-sexual, but suffice to say, that was a fantasy we were NOT stupid enough to attempt! We already took enough chances!

Eastern Illinois—February, 2020 I didn’t try to do anything else in Memphis. The conference dragged on and I just saved my seed. I had plans: I was going home by way of Chicago to breed a piggy boy I had fucked during the IML Cum Union held in the Hole. I knew I would be dead and worthless in bed (or the sling) if I tried to make the trip to Chicago in one day. So I overnighted in the small town where I had found a new bookstore during my November and December contract. I had never done an evening there and I was curious to see how it was. I wanted to get a week’s worth of cum out of my balls so I could do a long session the next day in with the young man. I checked in to my hotel, ate and changed into old clothes. I got to the bookstore right at the end of the after work rush—if there was such a thing… I go through the door that leads to both the straight and gay theatres. The parking lot has enough cars to make me feel hopeful. I walk in and piss in the restroom in the hall between the two. I look in the gay theatre. No one. I move over to the straight. No one. No, that’s not true. In the shadows is an older man scrambling to cover his crotch with his coat as he becomes aware of me standing there. I sit down in a single chair across the room from him—where I can see him and he can see me. I unbutton and am instantly hard. It is a cream pie movie showing. Jizz is being shot into either ass or cunt (or both) in every scene. True interior shots, shot shallowly, so it can be worked out by the girl. Why can’t more gay porn do this?? My presence and my stroking, far from turning the other guy on, seems to make him nervous. Soon enough he stands up to leave. He walks by me, pausing to get a good eyeful. He goes to the door—and suddenly comes back. “You’re bigger than those guys,” he says loudly, gesturing to the screen. “You should be up there.” He reaches down and grabs my cock. Tight. “Damn that’s thick!” And he twists it. As if that is supposed to feel good. I yelp. He lets go. And leaves. I am on my own for a good half hour. But the porn is great—so I’m entertained. A younger trucker comes in. A cub. Dirty blond hair under a ball cap. A fairly full redder blond beard. A leather jacket and rather grungy jeans that have been on him for a long time. He sits down in a chair against the low backwall. We can easily scope each other out. He loves the porn, too. He is unzipped in the first five minutes. Soon we are chatting. He’s never been here, he tells me, but other drivers have told him about stopping here for his overnight. He loves this movie. He loves to watch his seed run out of his girl friend, just like that. Then he adds: “I’m straight, but open…” He lets the sentence hang there. “Like my sucking your dick?” I ask. “I’m down for that, yeah.” His dick is rock hard and oozing. He is likely just over the regulation 6 inches and rather slender. I kneel in front of him. He has no issues in touching me like some straight men do. His hand rests on my shoulder, then the back of my neck. Lightly. Not holding me in place. His cock is responding to my lips and tongue. He is precumming like the clichéd faucet. I lap it up. His cock spasms as my throat tightens to swallow. “Jeez…” he croons. I do it again. His cock keeps oozing. I vary the rhythm. Now I deep throat his shaft on every stroke. This does it. He fires off a big load. Over and over. It’s creamy—and I can tell he’s a smoker. I swallow it all before cleaning his cock of every last drop. “That was great. Thanks.” I stand up and my cock juts out—right at his eye level. “Wow,” he mutters. He reaches up and hefts my hard dick. I am praying he’ll lick it—but he doesn’t. After all, he got off. I should have done it before he shot. I go back to my seat. He stays. Still hard. Still stroking to the hot porn. The door to the lobby opens. A man comes in and stands behind the low wall. I recognize him from my time here in the fall, but I have not played with him. He observes the two of us with our cocks out. I hear him unzip. I look back and he is obviously stroking his dick, though I can’t see it with the wall. The man is my age and a little shorter and heavier. I keep hoping he will step out from behind the wall. But he stays there. So I go to him, my cock swinging, fully on display. I am met by him on his knees. He gives me great head. Tonguing every inch. He doesn’t forget my balls. I stroke myself as he makes them good and wet. He stands up. It’s my turn to suck him. He’s so much thicker than the Trucker. I can’t take him as deeply in my throat. But I must be doing something right. He’s panting. I stand up. “Let’s move around,” I whisper in his ear, gesturing out from behind the wall. I willingly lead him right next to the Trucker. My new man goes back on his knees and blows me. The trucker’s eyes are riveted on us—at the live porn happening within inches of him. I reach down and hold onto the Trucker’s shoulder—as if for support, but really to include him. His hand tentatively brushes over my hairy ass cheeks and the strap on the jock I’m wearing. The new man stands up. “I’m going to shoot…you want it?” I go to my knees. He fires a much bigger load—from much bigger balls— straight down my throat. He grabs my shoulders and hangs on as his body shakes. When I have every drop I pull off him and stand up. He quickly does himself up and leaves, with a whispered, “Thanks—that was great.” I turn to the Trucker. “Damn. That was hot.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, and I have another load for you…” I go to my knees. He has no problem with my mouth being freshly filled by another man. I take him into my mouth. I have to work a little—but he gives me another load. More powerfully shot than the first. Blast after blast. I find the whole scene so hot I shoot my week’s worth of cum under his seat, as his cock finally goes limp in my mouth… This is the whole post, this time. To enjoy more follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/

I wanted to share this with other TWISTED FUCKERS. Some of you might think that what I’m about to say “crosses a line” – you’re entitled to that opinion and I respect that. But there are those who I'm confident will enjoy reading my experience, and if a few of you SICKO PIGS get horned, even better. This is absolutely true and contains ZERO made up elements added for effect or as filler for any shit parts. True, He’s not identified. He’s very real and has equally real reasons why that is the case. Funny how we never see ourselves as others see us. I never thought I'd want or have the headspace that would collar a guy.... but my Brother played with this guy and immediately suggested he'd be a good Boy for his younger Brother. I made a joke about me having his SLOPPY SECONDS - as usual (OINK!! love it really). Anyhow he put us in touch, we chatted for about 4 weeks before our first meet..... The kind of intense, TABOO, and TWISTED chats you rarely have with a PIG you haven't yet met. The only thing that he said he would NEVER be able to get his head round was BUG CHASERS. Fuck it I thought, he's so TABOO in so much other stuff that won't make a difference. Personally I've got total respect for the guys who take the initiative and HUNT VIRAL GIFTERS, and yeh they give me the BIGGEST HORN!!! We are both POZ but 2 days before that first meet the doctors confirmed that the HEP C (strain 4) BUG that I'd had treatment for and completed 6 months before had come back and I was BIO-HAZ HEP PIG AGAIN. So I did the honorable thing (as he was clearly special) and called him and offered him the chance to stop and walk away - no fault / no blame. He rejected the offer straight away. I was glad he did and was just happy to not be rejected like a fucking leper (I used to give a fuck about shit like that). He said that in line with his professed disagreement with the concept of BUG CHASING, he said we'd take "reasonable care". We met and we bonded from the start. Surprised me a bit but he took no "care" and to be honest I just loved sharing the toys, swapping PURE FUCKED UP BODY FLUIDS. It was clear he was CHASING MY BUG. So to show him how much I thought of him I'd decided within the first 2 hours to give him what he wanted and just get on with STELTHING HIM and worked on that basis for the rest of the weekend. As soon as we met for our second session a couple of weeks later he MANFULLY and with a totally clear head asked me to BREED HIM. Naturally, for me, I never thought twice and said I'd be PROUD for him carry MY STRAIN. I straight away I confessed that I was planning to STELTH him anyhow. He told me he would have expected nothing less from a TWISTED FUCK, and by the way he would have done the same if the situations were reversed. It was a no-brainer for me and offering my collar just felt totally natural. I was going to change his life forever I wanted to make it possession at an INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL level, so the world knew this FUCKING ANIMAL belonged to someone. Because a HANDLER had used him a few years before who'd offered him as a K9 CUM-DUMP to his hound and he'd soaked up all the DOG SPUNK due to the K9 bloating up and forming the KNOT that he’d been hoping for, I designated him as YORKI'S DOG. At our next session I set about KNOCKING UP MY DOG with a single-minded focus. I started by BLOOD FUCKING as much as possible over a 24 hour session. The first fist he took within 30 minutes of starting to play.... No great trick? Well to be fair it wasn’t an “easy” fist.... I just made a SOLID CLENCHED FIST, use my RIGHT HAND (the bigger of my two) and over the space of less then 5 minutes I steady GROUND my paw into HIS TOTALLY DRY & UN-PREPARED CUNT.... a first for him and he took it like a FUCKING HERO!! I needed his guts good and tendorised and PRIMED TO SOAK UP MY VIRAL BLOOD. We had a NASTY hard core DRUG FUELLED, METH AND G DRIVEN PIGFEST followed!! I wanted to breed him "naturally" and decided that he would NOT stay as my dog for long.... and that it felt right to follow my Big Brothers example who used a BLOOD BREEDING to turn his Boy into his SON. Besides he's too GOOD, not to mention MALIGNANT, to restrict with labels that often mean PIGS are less free to roam. Last week, before our 4th session I realised that "naturally" is NOT THE PIG WAY. The PIG WAY is to just fucking go for it. So I told him what I'd decided and that his first SLAM of the night would be a nice BIG POINT and the carrier fluid would be only about 20% of the usual saline - and the other 80% of the SLAM would be my FRESHLY DRAWN BLOOD, direct from my VEIN and IMMEDIATELY SLAMMED INTO HIS BLOOD STREAM. His eye's lit up and he said he wanted to make sure it was my strain and my I was his GIFTER. It was SOO INTENSE, FUCKED UP, NASTY but at the same time intimate and am now a VERY PROUD father. I will be able to let him know what it feels like to have a PROPER FATHER in a way that the guy who, MY SON tells me was a bad father (not in the GOOD way PIGS understand), who made his early life a crock of shit to the extent that the last useful thing he did or kindness he showed MY SON was to provide the spunk that lead to him being born. So far I think I'm fulfilling my paternal duties – It’s been less than 2 weeks since I gave him his first BLOOD SLAM, with his BIGGEST METH POINT that he’s had to date, plus started showing him all I know about the NASTIEST SEX plus I've set him free and took away the distraction of playing the 'waiting game" to get the LAST BIG BUG as it’s done and sorted leaving him free to enjoy the further decent into DARK & TWISTED places. What better way for a Father to love his Son?? He's going to waiting 13 weeks before going to get tested to see if my, our, objective has been achieved and know that he's carrying my bug forever. Not sure how we’ll celebrate when we get the news. He’ll excited like a kid waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve waiting for that one day. Me?? Yeh, can’t wait to see him complete, but at least he hasn’t got one “right of passage” to go through again. We’ve all experienced it. Which one?? The one where you find out for all these years there wasn’t really a Santa – It was YOUR FATHER ALL THE TIME