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Not sure if this counts, but here’s a picture of my hard cock in my buddy’s hole - as well as the aftermath of his freshly bred hole!

Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language. But I hope you will still have fun. Part 1 I knew early on that I was more interested in men than women. When I was young, I found some of my father's sex magazines. They were magazines about gay men. I was most interested in the stories where one man dominated another and fucked him regularly. I found stories in which the passive partner was forcibly locked in a chastity belt particularly horny. When I was 18, I took the opportunity to go to a sex store in the next biggest town. It was a normal sex store for heteros. I was quite nervous and only bought a few things, a cockring and a dildo. I wore the cockring almost all the time from then on, so I was always horny. I especially loved stimulating myself briefly until I cum, but then not letting myself come. Over time, I got better and better at this and after just a few weeks I was able to keep myself horny all the time. Whenever I was undisturbed, I fucked myself with the dildo, but also without letting myself come. About six months after my first visit to the sex store, I went there again. As I had been constantly stimulating myself for over two months without cumming, I was extremely horny. Besides my cockring, I only put on a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Through the jeans, you could see my thick, extended 8.5“ cock and my big balls very clearly. I actually wanted to go to the same sex store as the first time, but on the way there I came across a gay sex store. So I decided to give it a try there. Visibly nervous, I entered the sex store and was amazed by what I saw. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by what I saw, but my horniness increased immeasurably. At first I just looked around the store. I immediately noticed three people in the sex store. Two employees, about 20 years old, who were dressed very sexy. Both were only wearing boots, jocks and a muslin shirt that exposed their fat pierced nipples. What was striking was that they both wore cuffs on their ankles, wrists and around their necks, which were secured with locks. Behind the counter stood a man of around 40 to 50 years of age dressed completely in leather. I immediately suspected that the boys were the leather man's slaves. I grabbed a shopping basket and headed for the books. I quickly found a book about how a boy was kept strictly chaste by his master. Then I looked around and found what I was looking for in the dildos and plugs. On the way to the jocks, I passed a small display case. It immediately took my breath away when I saw what was there. It was filled with all kinds of chastity devices. I stood in front of it for quite a while, so I didn't notice at first that one of the boys standing next to me. When I noticed him, I was a little startled, but he immediately put me at ease by addressing me. "Hi, I'm Mike. Are you interested in the chastity belts? You're welcome to try some." Somewhat taken by surprise, I just stammered "Yes, I would be happy to." He opened the showcase, took out a few items and just told me to follow him into the changing room. On the way to the changing room, he grabbed a few other items, went to the counter and was handed a small brown bottle by the leather guy. In the changing room, he asked me to strip completely. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't the official changing room of the store, but that it was a bit out of the way. A little hesitantly, I undressed completely in front of him. When I stood naked in front of him, he immediately grabbed my stiff cock and commented appreciatively on what a hot piece I had between my legs. With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and without much resistance, he penetrated my hole with one finger. At the same time, he remarked that he could understand that with such a hot ass I would have to restrain my cock with a chastity belt. However, before I was to try on the various CBs, he wanted to prepare me accordingly. So he led me a few meters further to a shower. He put a cream on me and after a few minutes I had to shower it off. It took less than 10 minutes until I was completely depilated from the neck down. However, before I could get out of the shower, he came to me and said he needed to prepare me even better. I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he reached into the bag with all the things he had collected and took out a small attachment for the shower hose. After a few minutes, he told me to bend forward. Then he pushed the attachment into my cunt and turned on lukewarm water. He rinsed my ass several times until only clear water ran out of me. He then filled another half liter of water into a bag and added a fairly large amount of white powder. After shaking the bag, he connected it to the metal tube and let the entire amount of water flow into me. He pulled the metal tube out of my ass and immediately sealed it with a plug he had chosen. Before I could say anything, I felt an intense burning sensation inside me. The boy just grinned broadly and asked if I could feel anything yet. I couldn't say anything to him, I just moaned really loudly. "Man, I'm so horny all of a sudden" I said to him. I could hardly control myself not to grab his cock, suck it hard and then let him fuck me. He seemed to guess my thoughts because he quickly pulled his jock down. I could immediately see that his cock was firmly locked in a chastity belt. "Unfortunately, I can't fuck you with my cock because it's been locked away in the CB for over two years. But our master will give you a good pounding and pump your ass full of his cum". I was just about to reply when I was kicked hard in the balls from behind. "Shut up, you pig!" I heard the leather guy from behind immediately afterwards as I went to my knees in pain. He grabbed me and pulled me up. "I love turning big cocks into very small cocks". He pushed my head down and I had to look down at my super small cock. "It won't get any bigger, I will teach you that and the chastity device that you will wear permanently from now on will make sure of that". He gave the slave boy a sign and within a few moments I had been fitted with a chastity cage. It was much smaller than the two boys'. Then I was pushed back into the shower and the plug was removed. After I had emptied myself, he pulled me to a bench and pushed me forward. My ass was well up in the air and I could already feel him squirting something into my ass. It burned like hell but after a short time my ass wanted to be filled. "Ha, ha, you cunt, does the pig need a fat cock"? I could already feel a fat glans on my hole and a fat PA. "I'm going to ride you in now my new slave and before you get out of here, your ass will be well filled with lots of cum". No sooner said than done. With one deep thrust he penetrated me completely.

This weekend, I went to a Horse Fair with a prison twist in London. My first to such event. You choose to be an inmate(similar to a mare in other events), guards(stallion) or trustees(stable lads). Inmates must choose a red hood(bb) or white hood(condom). I was an inmate with red hood. First we stripped naked. Harnesses, rings or cages are allowed. We put on a prison orange jumpsuit. Then we were taken into the main room. This was huge with an industrial cold look. Rows of benches ready for mass fucking. Wow! Scary or exciting? Next we were hand-cuffed. A blackout eye mask is put on followed by the red hood. This stage was tense - fears, anxious and horny. Heard a guy shouted out to change his hood from red to white. I think 90% were wearing red. We were groped roughly by different hands before the orange jumpsuit was removed. Then I was told to bend down on a bench. Within minutes, my hole took a raw cock, then another, and another, it went on and on. I lost count but I think total for the night was about 15 to 20, some may be repeats, I don’t nor care. I probably took about 4 to 6 loads. Other than fucking, I was ordered by a guard to suck including some of the inmates. After an hour or so, I used the safe word to take a toilet break. A trustee guided me there where I was then allowed to remove my hood and mask. I noticed my hole was leaking cum profusely. As the trustee prepared to take me back to the mainroom, he said I should lubed up before returning. I told him I have tons of cum in me already. He checked fingering my hole and ordered me to suck him a bit. Nice moment. Afterthoughts - my personal thoughts, I know others will have own opinions: - the experience of being a fuckhole for countless anonymous tops is surreal. You hear grunting and feel cocks pulsating, then you know they are enjoying your slutty hole. You focus on the cocks taking turn to fuck you. - the comradeships with the other inmates was fun. Holding each others hands as we were being fucked endlessly. Towards the end when hoods were removed, I fucked a cub. - I would have liked to be ordered to felch those cum filled holes and be felched myself. - When changing to leave, good to see all the satisfied faces on those hot used bodies. - I will definitely go again, hopefully less anxious next time. As amazing as it was, I won’t say this beats everything else for me personally but we need variety. I am thankful such experience is accessible. Kudos to the organisers. Berlin next month … 🐷

First of all, I suspect we can agree to disagree on a number of things, and that's ok. If we can still talk about them in a civil discourse, we're doing better as a group than much of society at the moment. For those who know, I'm libertarian and conservative. I'm also staunchly pro-Second Amendment (the gun isn't the issue, the capacity and stability of the person holding it sure is though). Where the far left has gone is looting, rioting, and 'mostly peaceful protests' that have perhaps been "mostly" but certainly not "peaceful". I think the moderates and conservatives this weekend set a good example by coming together in prayer, vigil, and remembrance. We can argue that perhaps, but that means we'd still be talking and having a civil discourse. I'm happy to do that, but I suspect that we won't reach much agreement. Kirk lived his faith, embraced liberty, and carefully studied and debated his topics. And he wasn't afraid to go on campuses where he wasn't always welcomed and engaged in discourse. People like King or Lincoln or Jesus did the same and lived his convictions without fear. I don't condone violence. I won't celebrate his death. But if the goal of assassinating Kirk was to silence those who disagreed with the radical left, I'll tell you it's had the opposite effect. I'm not going on social media and posting videos of doing the happy dance because someone was killed. But those who are seem to be learning that actions have consequences, and becoming a societal pariah is one of those. Unemployed is another. Here we agree. I'm not going to say I agreed 100% with everything Charlie said, especially his views on gays, etc. I'm writing on here, so I accept people as they are and don't expect total conformity. I applaud his conviction despite not always agreeing. Keep in mind that a lot of us on the right are very accepting and tolerant, as those who've had those conversations have learned. Including this writer. Hopefully we can exchange views without downvoting or flaming or any other vitriol. As a society, though, we need to get along and cultivate understanding and sanity. Peace.

I’ve had some great times fucking whored out Boys. It’s fucking hot knowing they’ve been ordered by their owners to submit to anyhing I want. I’m always fuck them rough. They expect it. I’ve seeded every whore I’ve fucked.

Was on grindr and found a guy living just 2 floors down in my building He fucked me well. Was a quick and intense fuck as we both didn‘t have too much time Now I‘m sitting here with a load in my ass and waiting for my bf to get home 😉 Will meet the guy. It‘s just to convenient. Especially since we never discussed status

It was a few hours later when I finally awoke. I was on my bed, nude. A towel was stretched beneath me, and it was mostly damp from me sweating profusely. I struggled to sit up and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in my room I realized it must be night time. I was hit with a wave of nausea, and I struggled to jump off the bed. Just barely I made it to the toilet and began throwing up, hard. Thankfully there wasn't much in my stomach, so after the first heave or two it was mostly just my stomach trying desperately to react in the way my brain was asking it to. I felt a hand on my upper back, right between my shoulders, and my head snapped up in shock. "It's okay, just remember to breathe." It was G, there in my bathroom. He was kneeling beside me as a final heave caused my head to fly forward and down. I grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped my mouth and nose, and flushed it all down the toilet. Gerry helped me to my feet, though I was wobbly and unsteady. I felt gross, sweaty all over, exhausted, and my ass was as sore as I had ever felt it. I had broken flashes of us in the woods, me on my back accepting cock into my ass. I began to lose my balance and I fell forward gently up against G. At that moment my eyes began to focus and I realized I was up against his hairy chest, my eyes looking just below my head at his POZ chest tattoo. My eyes drifted down and in that moment I realized we were both naked. In the time I had been asleep, G had apparently texted Dirk--who knew where I lived--and gotten a destination for where to take me. He had fished my house keys from my soiled shorts in his backpack, and had managed to carry that and me into my apartment. He had carried me back to my bedroom, fetched a towel, and laid me out. He had pulled the clothes he had lent me off and, with our pile of soiled clothes and his spare outfit as well, started a quick load of laundry to clean them all up. I didn't realize it in the moment, but he had also lifted my legs and removed the butt plug from my ass. I stood there, braced up against him. Slowly he shuffled us over to the shower, and he reached inside and started the water. He held his hand out, checking the temperature, and when it was just warm enough to not be hot for me, he helped me in, following me right behind. He slid the glass door shut and held me against him, my back on his chest as the water cascade down on me. Reaching forward, he grabbed a bar of soap and gently began rubbing it all over the front of me. He stepped back just a bit and then began soaping up my back. With a sufficient lather worked up, he stepped forward again and slowly rocked himself against my back, cleaning his own chest in the process. I felt his cock beginning to rise between my ass cheeks, and as he returned the soap to the hanging shelf beneath the showerhead, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a bit into his hand. He stepped back again and as he began to rub some into my hair, I felt his cock head rise up to meet my ass. He rinsed my hair, being careful to keep the soap from my eyes, and then again took the bar of soap in his hand. He dropped behind me, his right arm still reaching up and around my front, keeping me upright. He used his left arm to gently push my legs apart a bit and began soaping up my legs, my balls, and my cock. My ass however, was not to be soaped. He put the bar of soap on the shower floor in front of me, and using his free hand pulled my left ass cheek out, giving him a clear view of my hole. He dove in with his tongue and began cleaning around my hole. He spit a few times on my hole, but proceeded each time to use his tongue to swirl his saliva around. He pulled his face away and stood up behind me, but didn't release his grip on my left cheek. Instead, he positioned his rock hard member and slid most of the way into my ass in one go. I grimaced a bit and fell back on him, driving a bit more of his cock into my ass. He wrapped me up in a bear hug and began pile-driving my ass. Given it had been a few hours, he didn't last long, and I felt him pull me back against him as his hips thrust forward and his cum rocketed into my hole yet again. He remained hard, even as his thrusting subsided, and with a final couple passes under the showerhead, he turned off the water and opened the door. We stepped out of the shower together, him still buried in my ass. He grabbed a towel he had laid on the sink and proceeded to towel our torsos off. Needing to step back to dry our lower halves, he pulled back and yanked his cock out of my ass. I heard the sound of a glob of cum hit the floor, and as he toweled us off I felt him kiss both cheeks. With ourselves dried from the shower, and me still wobbly and warm, he guided me to the bed. He pulled off the damp towel I had woken up on, and gently laid me on the bed on my right side, crawling on himself and spooning himself up behind me. He slid his right arm through and under my right armpit, and pulled me close. He reached down and with his left hand guided his still-erect, hooded member to my ass; he slid it right up into me in one push and returned me to a bear hug in my bed. Gently he rocked his cock inside my ass, and I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. He would deposit another three loads in my ass over the course of the night, never once slowing to cum, never withdrawing, and with the feverish heat radiating from my body never needing to put us under the covers.

I just took three loads earlier. I showed up to a guys house with two other guys watching straight porn and trying to hook up with girls on tindr. They were all jerking, we chilled, and they let me touch their cocks while the guy i was there for was in the shower. We ended up going into his room and he fucked me good and then after he finished he went back out and when he came in he asked if his friends could fuck because they had no luck with the girls. so they turned off the lights so it was really dark and they both took turns.

tasty 😈😋

I assume that the topic has come up in conversation? If it has then I have no issue telling my story. About a year ago a top asked me when I was pozzed and he was a random that I had met at the video store. I was taken aback because I didn’t know how he would know. My follow up question to him was just that. “How did you know?” He said that I have that look. I was sort of proud of that actually.

Bottoming was very very complicated for me as a young adult. I was abused as a kid (12-15). My abuser was not gentle or skilled. He didn't take my pleasure into account and didn't use much lube. Hence, I did NOT like being fucked, even though I would sometimes let men fuck me when I started cruising ABS around 16 and going home with people. I gritted it but did not enjoy it. Then I was living in New Haven and met a man through a personal ad (that's how you sometimes met back then!) I was 19. He had just finished dental school in Chicago and moved back to NYC. Chuck. Probably about 27. Cute, short, furry, NICE. Ticked ALL THE BOXES for me. I went to visit him in Brooklyn for the weekend. He took me to see Whoopi Goldberg's one woman show (which makes it the fall of 1984, she was not famous yet, that show made her famous). He got me stoned and fucked me and for the first time I was relaxed enough (thank you weed!) to let someone fuck me and enjoy it. I often wondered what happened to him. I've tried looking him up but could not find him. He would be about 68 now if he made it through the AIDS epidemic alive.

yeah -- as a top I'll say I love the sluts. sliding into cum filled ass or pussy, yes please. ive fucked holes loose enough to where it felt like I was just humping the air, but I always get that load worked out in them. Plus it's fun if I go to a cumdump event on sniffes or whatever, walking in and not knowing what kind of hole I'm going to cum in, the mystery of it, will they be tight? loose? cum filled? tested and clean or a true mystery hole not knowing if they have anything, all of it gets me throbbing

Love having my hole stretched wide by thick hard cock.

The sun beat down on the trio as they settled onto their towels, the warm sand shifting beneath them. Dan lay on his back, his eyes closed, the weight of the day already pressing on his chest. The beach was alive with the sounds of laughter, waves crashing, and the occasional call of seagulls overhead. It was a typical day at the gay nude beach, but for Dan, it felt anything but ordinary. Carl broke the silence, his voice low and curious. "So, Dan, how you holding up? The waiting, I mean. And the meds locked away. It’s gotta be driving you wild, right?" Dan hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns in the sand. "Yeah, it is. I mean, I’m horny all the time. It’s like this constant ache, you know? But I’m still not sure what I’m gonna do. It’s… a lot to think about." Jason, lying beside him, propped himself up on one elbow, his brown eyes narrowing slightly. "You’re not the only one who’s turned on by this, Dan. The whole situation, it’s fucking hot. But let me be clear—if you back out now, I’m not going back on my meds for a while. I’ll find someone else to infect. Someone who’s ready to take what I’m offering." Carl’s eyes lit up, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. "Fuck, Jason, remember when you and Jimmy infected me? It was the best feeling in the world. Taking load after load, feeling your virus in me. I was finally becoming the poz slut you showed me I’d always wanted to be." Jason nodded, his voice low and intense. "That’s the power of it, Carl. Knowing I’m spreading my virus, creating perfect sluts. It’s not just about the sex—it’s about the transformation. The surrender." Dan shifted uncomfortably, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced around the beach, his eyes landing on two older bears watching them from a distance. Their gazes were hungry, appraising. Carl followed his line of sight and smirked. "Looks like we’ve got an audience. Those bears over there, they’re definitely interested. What do you say, Dan? Ready to give them a show?" Dan’s throat went dry, but he nodded, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yeah, alright. Let’s do it." Carl and Dan stood, brushing the sand off their bodies, and began walking toward the trails that led to the more secluded areas of the beach, Carl carrying a small bag with lube, poppers and cum rags. The bears followed, their eyes locked on the two younger men. The air grew thicker, heavier, as they moved into the shadows of the trees. In a small clearing, away from prying eyes, the bears approached. They were burly, their bodies covered in thick hair, their eyes dark with desire. Without a word, Carl and Dan turned to face them, their bodies tense with anticipation. The taller bear grabbed Dan, pulling him close, his hands roaming over his body. Dan gasped as the man’s rough fingers traced his chest, his abs, before sliding down to his cock. The bear’s lips crashed against his, their tongues tangling in a hungry kiss. Meanwhile, the shorter bear pushed Carl against a tree, his hands gripping Carl’s hips as he lined up his thick, uncut cock with Carl’s waiting hole. Carl rubbed some lube on the bear's dick. Then he took a hit of poppers and moaned, his head falling back, as the bear thrust inside him, filling him completely. Dan was pushed to his knees, the taller bear’s cock in his hand. He looked up, his eyes meeting the bear’s, before he leaned forward, taking the man’s length into his mouth. He sucked greedily, his cheeks hollowing as he swallowed every inch. Carl tossed the taller bear the bottle of lube and the poppers. He took a hit, handed the poppers to Dan and told him to turn around. As Dan inhaled, he delighted in the feeling of the bear's fat mushroom head breaching his hole and sliding inside his ass. Being in the outdoors, listening to the grunts as Carl took the other bear's raw fuck, knowing anyone might wander by and see them made Dan feel so slutty. This was going to be such a good fuck. The bears were relentless, their bodies moving in rhythm, their grunts and moans filling the air. Carl and Dan took turns riding the bears’ raw cocks, their bodies slick with sweat, their holes stretching to accommodate the thickness. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through them, their moans echoing in the semi-secluded space. The two tops chatted to each other about Dan and Carl's holes, commenting on what good sluts they were. The guys finally made a choice about who was going to cum in who. The shorter bear picked up his rhythm fucking Dan against a tree and told him he wad going to give Dan his hot load. "Do it," Dan begged as the cock erupted deep in him. Then he heard the other bear asking Carl if he was ready to be recharged, and Carl saying "fuck yeah," followed by a loud moan from his top as the guy came. When it was over, the bears pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum. They stood there, breathing heavily, their eyes locked on Carl and Dan. Carl passed them a cum rag, and they cleaned each other off and tossed the rag back to him. Without a word, they turned and walked away, disappearing into the trails. Carl and Dan cleaned themselves up, their bodies still trembling from the encounter. They made their way back to where Jason was waiting, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. As they lay back down on the towels, Jason discreetly moved towards Dan, his hands reaching out to finger Dan's hole. He then put his finger in his mouth, a sly smile on his face. "Tastes poz," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The three lay together, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. Dan’s expression was unreadable, his mind racing. He was caught between desire and fear, between the thrill of surrender and the unknown consequences. Jason’s hand rested on Dan’s shoulder, his touch both comforting and possessive. "You’re getting to be such a hot slut Dan. Can't wait to add my load in there. Wanna head back to the bushes in a bit?" The beach around them buzzed with life, but in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the three of them. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the sand, as Dan sat there, his heart pounding, his mind swirling with thoughts he couldn’t yet articulate. But yes, he wanted Jason's poz and increasingly toxic load to mix with the one he'd already collected. "Give me 15," he said.

Part 2: I knew these people were out there. I heard about some of the sleazier hookup sites from titles in breeding videos. A4A bottom with tight ass milks daddy top. Anon Sniffies top breeds me deep. Trick from BBRT takes load. There wasn't much for me on there, right? But I couldn't stay away, and one afternoon, the call got to be too strong. I opened up Safari (private browsing, of course), typed in BBRT, and started to sign up. I felt my cock starting to get harder as I began filling out the fields. Username: thicktopguy7 (the 7 was a bit of rounding up, but this was a hookup app). I entered my location, and began filling out the other fields. 27, 5'10, 170, average body hair. Cock? Large/ Cut. Race? White. Status: Negative. Smoker? No. Position? Top. Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Ask Me. I was just here to look around. Take Loads Anal: No. Looking for HIV status? Negative Only. Then it was time to write my profile text, and I felt my heart beat faster. Maybe it's best to keep it brief. Headline: Thick cocked top, looking to explore. Profile text: Horny guy new to BBRT and new to this. Looking around for now. Upload photos? Fuck no. Then it was to the main screen, and a new world was suddenly visible. My mouth felt dry, and my cock throbbed. The profile names alone started to set me off, and reading the lists of intos made it worse. There seemed to be bottoms everywhere, looking for now, ready to get fucked til they were dripping. The grainy photo quality both pissed me off and made it hotter. It felt sleazy and secret, like this was a website that should have been shut down years ago. There were some fucking hot guys here: smooth sub bottoms with pretty holes that begged to be stuffed full of cock. Not many face pics, which made sense – who'd want to be seen here? And then there were the top profiles. Even though I topped, I could appreciate a good cock. And there were some big, gorgeous cocks on there. Why were all these barebackers so hung? I found myself getting even harder reading the tops' profiles. Daddy breeder looking for NSA. Discreet Latino needs head. Fuck it, I need to jerk off. I opened a new window, and went right for a favorite in my bookmarks of a guy fucking an anon bottom, ass up. He savors every stroke in this hole, starting off quiet until he can't hold back, and starts growling and grunting as he gets closer and closer to filling him up. I let it play and went back to browsing BBRT, idly stroking my cock through my underwear every now and then. I started looking through more of the profiles, and one caught my eye. BreederSeederTop. Online now. 42, large uncut cock. Top. The small photo made it hard to see the fine details of what he looked like, but I could make out a muscular chest with a good coating of fuzzy hair, stubble on his chin, a wolfish grin, and the base of a thick cock. Fuck. His profile made me throb. "Never pull out. Raw is law. Into a lot, as long as my load ends up in your hole. A breeding you won't forget. Bi, straight, gay, discreet, married, whatever, just bend over. Public, groups, anon are a plus." My eyes flicked down the page: Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Yes. Take Loads Anal: No. Your Status: No Preference. My status: Ask Me. I looked back up at the rest of his profile. "Huge loads. The only good condom is a broken one." Fuck. I started writing him a message. “Hey. Fucking hot profile. 27 year old top guy, new to BBRT, how's it going? Sorry I don't have any pics, I'm a bit shy haha. Never been on a site like this before :p” I hit send and then closed the window. Too much, too fast. But I opened another window a minute later, and checked to see if he'd viewed my profile. He had. My heart quickened, and then I saw the new message alert. I clicked. “Hey, thanks. Not much. I've got a big load saved up and nowhere to put it yet. What are you up to shy boy? Got any pictures?” I hadn't expected to hear back from him. What now? My instinct to delete the message was strong, but my cock twitched again, and I started writing back. “I'm just setting up my profile and looking around. No pictures right away, sorry. I know that's kind of lame, but I don't want anyone to I know to see me here. I don't fuck bareback. Unfortunately, I'm a good boy haha” A few long minutes of waiting, and then another notification. “OK, good boy, that's fine for now. But why are you on a BB site if you don't fuck raw? And messaging tops? It's how we were made to fuck. If I don't breed every day or two, I start to go insane. There's no better feeling than unloading deep into a tight ass, lubed with spit and precum.” I wrote back. “Fuck, I bet dude 😜 It's hard to explain but I saw some bareback porn a while ago and it really got in my head, man. I can't stop thinking about it haha. Trust me, I've always wanted to fuck raw, but the craving keeps getting worse and worse. Honestly, I was horny and jerking off today and just decided to look around here, but that's all I'm really doing. You're hot as fuck though lol” Sent. I waited a few minutes, saw he'd opened the message and waited for a reply. “I get it, boy. I used condoms when I was a younger top, but those natural urges are strong. I listen to mine. I've bred every bottom I've fucked for a decade now, and I'm never going back to being good. Being bad is better. What turns you on about it? What was the video?” Boy? That's what I called bottoms. But at the same time, it didn't feel bad. It felt kinda good. I let it go for now. “Haha, it's hard to describe, but it just feels right.” I stopped typing. How much do I let on? Fuck it. “The video? It's a bit twisted, but... it was a guy topping a bottom, doggy style, with a condom, and he cut the tip off and came inside him. I'm sure it was fake, but it made me cum so fucking hard man.” Another few minutes of waiting. I could feel myself clenching my jaw. Another new message. “Good boys like you shouldn't be into stealthing. Although maybe you're not a good boy after all? I wonder if the video was one of mine 😈” Fuck. “Fuck dude. You've done it before? What was it like?” I looked at his profile while I waited a few more minutes. My status: Ask me. New message. “Fuck yeah. How do you think I've bred so many asses? My load always ends up inside, one way or another. I don't usually record it, but I have a few videos in my private collection. I could show you at my place sometime. When are you free?” This was too much. I rubbed my cock a few times through my underwear, and felt myself about to cum. I got my cock out just in time and gasped as I began to shoot. Fuck. I painted my chest, six or seven shots of cum, grunting with each throb. I took a few deep breaths, but my heart was still racing, and I still had the browser tab open. I looked back at his profile for a second, considered my options, hit the block button, and closed the window.

Lubed, poppered up and waiting for your loads Sir.

I don’t mind being asked I always tell them that I’m toxic

First, I will confess that I'd never heard of him before his tragic death. Thus, I am unfamiliar with his message(s), or his points of view. What I am familiar with, however, is the fact that murdering people one doesn't agree with, politically, philosophically, religiously, what-ever-ly. is never, ever the answer. Apparently, as I've learned in the major-media coverage, his message was crisp, sometimes blunt, but never calling for blood. Yet, that's what some deranged kid answered with. How is it that some of us arrive at that answer? Silencing the opposition? Actually murdering someone we disagree with? Varying points of view can - and should be - vigorously debated in our country, and there's nothing wrong - and everything right about that. I'm not a doctor, I'm not a psychotherapist, nor competent to clinically comment on whatever is wrong in that regard. Surely, however, we can all agree to condemn murder as though that could ameliorate any political situation. I did notice, however, that the little man that runs the US Governmental Agency regarding events like these, held up the press conference for hours until his plane from DC managed to get to Utah, so his face could be included in the officials present at the press conference.

So for the last 4 weeks I’ve been getting involved with really hot anonymous hookups, which has lead to some intense booming for hours afterwards. Yesterday was the opposite. I didn’t jerk off for like 5 days so I gooned all night Sunday. But I was still horned as fuck so after work I stopped at the ABS closest to home. I had no interest, desire or intention of getting off. I just wanted to be a total cum hole. The place is pretty full of guys but not much action going on. I end up locking eyes with some dude in his late 20s and totally unkempt, like he spent the whole weekend in the basemen playing games. He sees me looking and he hops in to a glory hole booth so I jump into the adjacent one. He pushes through a beer can sized dick that looked amazing. It wasn’t long but oh so thick and dripping precum. I didn’t even bother to blow him. I just added some spit to his tip with my tongue. Took a hit of poppers and backed on him. He worked in and started pumping and came in an about 2 minutes. He stayed hard inside me and started again. This time he went for about 15 minutes and flooded me again. In that time I realize he came buckets because everything was getting really sloppy. I just took it while never touching my dick in any way. So now it’s getting a bit rank so I had to tidy up. This guy literally just gave me a cum enema. So once I tidied up and come back i see that that he is still stroking so we go into a larger booth together. Spins me around pulls my clothes down and works back in, bends me over and grabs me by the hips. He starts pummeling me for another 20 minutes. In that time I didn’t exist. I was high on poppers and just a real live flashlight for him to fuck into. And this time he came buckets. Cum was pouring out of me and down my legs. He just pushed me out of the way and left me there with the door open. I ran out of napkins to clean up so I just went home my clothes dripping cum. I have never been that degraded in a hookup like that, just something to be ejaculated in and discarded. Total worthlessness. It was so profound. Im going to try to do a repeat tonight.

I was in my 20s, often horny, and often bored. Work was good enough, life was good enough, and I was good enough. My job was remote and easy, and there was ample time to sit around, daydream, and edge. I was a top. It came naturally to me. I tried bottoming a few times, more out of a sense of obligation than desire. My hunger for hole was innate. I felt that primal urge when I saw a bottom, that desire to make them feel that mix of pleasure and pain. The feeling of grinding up against their ass, letting them feel my cock tease their hole, covering their mouth with mine while I slid in deeper and deeper. I had a thick cock that made bottoms gasp, and I shot big loads that often hit my face when I jerked off. My friends knew I was a top. I wasn't shy about it. I'd fucked some of them. Being a dom came easy to me. I liked being in control. I liked being a bit cocky, having that swagger, getting in a guy's head. I knew a little about kink, I'd been to gear nights, and I'd had older guys teach me the right lessons: respect your partners, respect consent, leave the people you hooked up with in a better place than you'd found them. And I'd taught those lessons to other friends, and the younger guys I'd hooked up with. I did the right things. But I wanted to do the wrong things. Despite all my talk of consent and respect, that wasn't what my brain really craved. I wanted to fuck who I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. And how I wanted it was raw, always. Not just raw. I wanted to corrupt guys. It turned me the fuck on seeing innocent twinks filled with cum, their tight holes opened up and flooded. Don't get me wrong, I loved it when guys were ready to fuck and get used from the start, but it was different with the innocent ones. The worst part? I wanted to stealth. Badly. So badly. And the cravings never seemed to go away. I'd never heard of it until I saw it for myself. It only took one video to break my brain: a grainy 240p of a guy snipping the top of a condom off mid fuck and shooting a load deep in a bottom on all fours. I came as soon as I realized what he was doing. I closed the browser window quickly, but later that day, I searched for the name of that video, got rock hard in seconds and blew another load. I tried being good. I kept ignoring these urges in reality, even if it made me cum fucking hard, every time. I always discussed testing before hookups, and still used condoms, even if what I wanted to do was rip them off, slide in deep and fill them full of my seed. I'd jerk off to bareback porn – always bareback porn – and imagine how warm and tight their holes must feel. But it was all a fantasy for me. Until I met him.

And we bottom whores thank you for the use and the cum loads

I would love an owner / mentor / pimp to whore me out!

I want that too but I want Drew’s Dad to be completely comfortable with the 3 of us regularly fucking before I arrange a group. He enjoys cumming in Drew’s arse and now my hole. He really likes watching me fuck and seed Drew. I’ve told him Drew and I want to fuck him so that’s the next step.

Have we, though? I definitely would have agreed with you about a year ago. Now, not so sure.

So this one I wanna share because it was a thing I really wanted to do for some time now, but lacked funds and/or bravery to do the couple occasions in the past. But I finally did it! I went to the Horse Trading Event as a mere. For those of you who don't know what that is, I attach the rules, but in short: mares have to be all naked and wear a bag on their head - white bag (condoms only), or red bag (bareback - which I picked of course) - you can't really see anything through the bag - then you are taken to one of the club's rooms and placed with other mares ready to get fucked - then stallions enter and can fuck, touch and do whatever with the mares. At first it was a little stresfull (even though I was under influence) - the first few dicks I took and sucked - I wasn't that much focused on the sex unfortunately, my heart was pounding and I felt that this is could be really good but I need a short break - I called the 'stable master', so he came, tied my hands and took me back to the upper floor to take my break. When I got back it was way better - they assigned me a different place to be bent over and I was less stressed this time, so I could finally enjoy those men using my fucking hole. I think the best thing in it is that they are anonymous of course - so you don't know who is fucking you, but the other thing is - you don't know how many men fucked you. That is because - sometimes there were multiple of them behind me, waiting for their turn, changing etc. And sometimes tops you know, pull it out to put it in again or to look at the sloppy gaping hole and show it to others - and then you feel the dick again, sometimes I was sure it was the same one - but sometimes not so sure and sometimes certain it's someone else 🤤. They also touched me freely and some of them loved to hold and touch my dick which hung and wiggled flaccid below - which I totally love - someone barebacking my hole and some other top or tops observing and playing with my body and dick freely - awesome. Sometimes I did even get hard ons because it felt so good. Some of them also pulled me up to kiss - this wasn't that comfortable for me but I let them of course. I had no problem with sucking cocks that's sure haha, or almost - it wasn't easy, especially when they choked me on their cock and held my head with it all in my throat while someone else was riding my hole - yeah, really, this was draining but I did not say a word, just tried to catch my breath so that they get what they want. The other thing that I loved about this experience was that I finally felt like a public hole for real - like for real, not having to search grindr for someone in need and wait for next one to come - but I was there, with this bag on my head, all naked and not allowed to reject any top - hearing their comments about me, my body, my ass or my loose hole was soooo mmmmpmmmhmhm, I felt like a total whore, no I was. a total whore. I took some loads (not too many you know - I'm not even sure the exact count but it was definitely one digit), but definitely plenty of men fucked me that night, and most of them bareback - I know this because after the event we separated so that the stallions could leave the place - and after some time - the mares too. But we could also stay for the regular party in the club if we liked - I've stayed for some time and one of the men approached me there and admitted that he was on the party and fucked me - he was concerned about stis haha, he did fuck me but in condom, but the most important thing is - he said his concerns are valid because EVERYONE there fucked me. I might've been, let's say, an attractive mare for them - but let's not brag uhh. Also this man just wanted more - I just asked him if he wants more and he confirmed - but I just sucked him off and took his load in my mouth - that's what he wanted. One other cool moment I remembered was when the event was ending and the stable masters tied us in a row - to take us out to the upper floor and to the dressing room to end the event, I was first in this train, they were leading me and the rest by the rope, we were naked all with bags still on our heads, and up there the club was open already for a little so there were already clients gathered - when they saw us I immediately heared something like 'Aaahhhh, this one's nice' in my direction (someone was pointing at me and showing to someone else - I saw the sillhouettes through the bag, there were lights fully on up there so I could). This felt so nice haha. I'm so glad I went and did this. This was my little dream to be treated like that - take anon cocks, be public and not refusing any loads or anyone. It was hella fun. Horse Trading Event Terms and conditions: Terms and Conditions 1. Upon entry, decide whether you are a stallion (active) or a mare (passive). 2. During the event, exchanging from mare to stallion or vice versa will not be possible. 3. Mares should go to the locker room, undress completely, and leave belongings in a locker. Allowed attire includes shoes, socks, cock ring, harness. 4. Mares can only enter the locker room independently. After undressing, a stablehand will take care of them. 5. Mares can choose between two colors – red and white. Red indicates preference for unprotected sex, while white strictly implies the use of protection (condom). A bag placed over the mare’s head by the stablehand must be in the chosen color (mare is responsible for correct bag selection; changing it during the event is not allowed). The mare is also responsible for verifying whether the stallion uses protection. If this rule is violated, report the situation to the stablehand. The stallion must leave the event and bear all consequences. 6. Mares cannot remove the bag during the event, except when using the restroom. 7. Playing between stallions is also prohibited. 8. Mares will be attended to by a stablehand, who will guide them to their designated spot where they will await their stallion. Mares cannot move on their own. To call a stablehand, raise your hand and shout „Stablehand” (it doesn’t have to be loud). 9. A stallion who selects a mare can also attend to her. They can take her to a different place of their choice or to a rest area for a drink, smoke, or conversation. The stallion must care for the mare. If she requests a break, please respect it. If she needs to use the restroom, guide her or inform the stablehand. Removing the mare’s bag in the rest area is not allowed, under the risk of being asked to leave the event. 10. Stallions are free to move around the venue – have drinks, evaluate mares, discuss their attributes, qualities, and exchange information about them. 11. Once a stallion selects a mare, she cannot reject him or refuse. Except in situations where the stallion doesn’t use color-coded mare bagging. Mating can occur where the mare is situated or in any location chosen by the stallion. After copulation, the stallion escorts the mare back to her spot or to the restroom. 12. Mares will only be asked to remove the bags once the last stallion leaves the event. If a mare wishes to leave, she must inform the stablehand. They will accompany her to the locker room, where she can change and exit the premises. 13. Any violations of the rules will result in exclusion from the event. Stablehands will maintain order. Using phones (recording/taking pictures) throughout the event is prohibited. 14. We are not liable for physical, mental, spiritual, or other damages – including health. In case safe sex practices are violated, we reserve the right to pursue legal charges. 15. By entering the venue, you accept these terms and conditions.

I agree with what you said. Extremism is to be condemned. Expressing one's opinions is a right. "I don't agree with you but I defend your right to say so" E.B. Hall

The first time I got fucked I knew that was it for me. I loved it!! I tried topping a few times because I thought (when I was 17/18) that is was expected (you fuck me/I fuck you). But pretty quickly found out there were gay guys who fucked but didn't take it up the butt. Those were the ones for me 😉

Great day today, Got used by daddy this morning, had more time than usual so sucked him while he lay back on the couch. Got his fat dick hard and lowered myself onto it, rode him for a few minutes and then he flipped me face down and pounded his load into me as hard and deep as he could. I could feel him twitching inside and shudder as he pulled out. He's free tomorrow so I plan to get used and abused again

bi guy here -- love me some pussy but embrace the fun, the benefits, and ease of fucking other men. My weakness will always be those damn femboys/cds/smooth holes. as a breeding top - i get off on spreading my seed. With guys, its so so much easier, no dates, no bullshit talk, no feelings, I spread my legs and someone gets to work on this cock. the other benefits that get me off even harder, not knowing their name, how old they are, in some cases what they even look like. Hole is hole, and I want to fuck as many of them as I can while I'm around 🙂

Thank you very much! I’ve been keeping it a little bit more trimmed now but look forward to growing it out again in the fall 😈

It's the Rough stock roundup in Vermont.

Can we suffice to say that the killer isn't "one of us" either?

That’s a beautiful cock and great balls

My boypussy in different aspects of use :)

Fucking love man holes. Here's mine, smooth

Yes Sir!

There just aint nothing better Than a Girthy big dick making its way into your fuckhole, No discussions on status, and the top insisting you take it all and you will enjoy every raw Inch

Outdoor one.

We need MORE WHORES

As a top, cumdumps are the boys i prefer. I'll choose the loose sloppy cunts over the tight virging hole. Sluts have fewer limits, and you can be filthier with them. I whore out my partners, cannot be monogamous. So i enjoy fucking other sluts when they're whored out by their owner. Especially fucking his loaded hole in front of his man is such a turn on. Make him moan and beg, see his owner get hard looking at random dude breeding his boy. Keep up the good work pig

me and a big friend ;)

Happy weekend. Another day of flying for me, so I did a quick chapter. Anyway, here is Part 15. The dilemma for Tony. As told by Mr. Ali. After we each started to catch our breath, I told Ahmed to go over the second cabinet on the wall and get a pair of ear plugs and put them in our princess and keep him medicated for a few minutes while I talk to Tony. Ahmed, did as instructed and gave the boy a little wink as he stuck the second ear plug in and opened the little brown medicine bottle. Once Lukas started to inhale he closed my eyes and I said, ‘There, that should keep him happy. Tony, I just thought of something, I realize I just unloaded my highly toxic load into your son, but I am concerned. Let me explain why. When you say ‘he is mine. What do you mean? Do you mean biologically?’ ‘Yes, I am Lukas biological father, his mother admitted it once I pressed her on it when he was just a little kid. It was just a one-time thing, but over the years I have watched him grow. He is a very cool kid. I am proud of him. His mother and father are really fucking idiots. He isn’t the brightest candle on the cake, but living with those two, it’s a miracle he isn’t more fucked up. Why does that matter?’ ‘Does the kid know you are his real father’? ‘Fuck no, like I said, he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so no he doesn’t and his parents sure the fuck aren’t going to tell him that the queer down the street is his bastard father. His calling me daddy is just the poppers and that he trust me… and it is just the effect from Brad’s hypnosis. He just knows me as the nice guy down the street who is giving him a job. After we bring him back out of it, that’s all he will know.’ ‘Well, here is the issue. If you are going to keep him as yours, you can do as you please. I see the way you look at him. Actually, I see the way he looks at you. He must love you at some level already. But look, if we are going to send them back to my country and live a dream you never even dreamt of, we HAVE to pass him off as a virgin, there are millions ridding on his virginity. I know once he wakes up from the poppers he wont remember, so I know for a fact that he will pass a lie detector test if they give him one, however, we have got to get him on PrEP. He has had 3 toxic loads shot into his bloody ass in the last couple of hours and he swallowed Ahmed’s load….and you know how toxic he is. I have..’ ‘Well, not to cut you off, but I fed him one over at Brad’s a few hours ago.’ ‘Shit, well…. I have some PrEP in the first cabinet over there. If we are going to exchange him with one of my clients, we have to get the PrEP in him now!!! What do you think? Should you reevaluate the trajectory this night is taking and get him medicated now? And I mean medicated for real, not keeping him stupid and confused on the magical bottle he loves so much or the max spray I see you have here. Or do we let him accept our gift and you keep him to do with as you please? Time is of the essence.’ Tony then walked up to his sweet princess. He lifted his chin with his index finger, looked him directly into the eyes and gave him a nice kiss on the forehead. He then looked at Ahmed and looked back at me and said….. Readers….. Thoughts? Opinions?