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So the be tldr is that I fucked my dentist yesterday. My bf and I go in together to get our teeth cleaned. He does his checkup on me, pokes around and leaves. He shows up that night and said he knew I sucked a lot of cock. Apparently, giving head leaves little red sores in the back of your mouth or something. This old bastard first wanted "to see what the fuss was about" and I blew him. He stuck around and fucked me after a break. I don't know how I feel about knowing that the hygienist and dentist knows exactly what I'm up to. Haha

The morning sun was just beginning to cast long shadows across the quiet suburban street as Ethan, nineteen and still clinging to the soft edges of boyhood, finished his paper route. He was a picture of youthful innocence—wide blue eyes, a smattering of freckles across his nose, and a lanky frame that suggested he hadn't quite grown into his own hands and feet. His last stop was always the old Miller place at the end of the cul-de-sac, a dark, imposing Victorian that seemed to absorb the light around it. The customer, Mr. Miller, was different from the others. He was a man in his late forties with a magnetic, almost predatory charm. He always answered the door in a silk robe, his eyes lingering on Ethan a little too long. Today was no exception. "Running a bit late today, Ethan," Mr. Miller said, his voice a low, smooth rumble. "Come in for a moment. I have your payment, and I brewed some fresh coffee. You look like you could use a break." Ethan hesitated, his innate shyness warring with his ingrained politeness. "Oh, I shouldn't, sir. I have to get home." "Nonsense," Mr. Miller insisted, stepping aside and gesturing with a fluid motion of his hand. "It'll only take a minute." The house was cool and dim, smelling of old books, expensive cologne, and something else... something sterile and medicinal. Ethan followed him into the kitchen, where a steaming mug of black coffee sat on the counter. "Drink up," Mr. Miller said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. Ethan took a hesitant sip. It was bitter, stronger than he liked, but he didn't want to be rude. He forced a few more swallows, the liquid burning a trail down to his stomach. A strange warmth began to spread through his limbs, a pleasant fuzziness that softened the sharp edges of his anxiety. "You know, Ethan," Mr. Miller began, leaning against the counter opposite him, "I've been watching you. You're a hard-working young man. Responsible." He circled slowly around Ethan, his presence overwhelming. "But you're also... untested. Untouched." Ethan's head was swimming. The room felt like it was tilting slightly. "I... I don't know what you mean." "I think you do," Mr. Miller whispered, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. He placed a hand on the small of Ethan's back, a firm, possessive touch that made the boy flinch. "All that innocence... it's a waste. It's begging to be broken." The drug was taking full effect now, a potent cocktail that dulled Ethan's will and amplified his senses. He felt a confusing mix of terror and a strange, illicit thrill. Mr. Miller's hands were on his hips, guiding him, leading him out of the kitchen and down a flight of wooden stairs into the basement. The basement was not what Ethan expected. It was finished, but starkly. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating a mattress on the floor and, in the corner, a tripod with a small, unblinking red light. "Don't be shy, boy," Mr. Miller murmured, his voice thick with desire. He began to unbutton Ethan's shirt, his fingers surprisingly gentle. "We're just going to... broaden your horizons." Ethan's mind was a fog, but he knew this was wrong. He tried to protest, to push the man's hands away, but his arms felt like lead. His words came out as a slurred mumble. Mr. Miller chuckled, a low, dark sound. "The camera loves a struggler, but it loves consent even more." He positioned Ethan in front of the lens. "Look into the camera, Ethan. Tell them what you want." Through the haze, Ethan felt a profound, humiliating sense of surrender. The words that came out of his mouth weren't his own, but they felt true in that drugged, manipulated moment. "Please," he heard himself beg, his voice cracking. "Please... fuck me. I want it." Mr. Miller smiled in triumph. He stripped Ethan efficiently, exposing his pale, untouched body to the camera's gaze. He positioned the trembling boy on his hands and knees on the mattress. The first touch of the man's fingers, slick with cold lube, made Ethan cry out—a sound of pain and a strange, unwelcome spark of pleasure. The cherry busting was brutal. Mr. Miller showed no mercy, his grip tight on Ethan's hips as he forced his way inside. Ethan screamed, a raw, ragged sound that was swallowed by the basement's oppressive silence. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat on his brow. Through it all, the camera recorded everything—the initial shock of pain, the humiliated grimaces, the broken sobs, and, to Ethan's eternal shame, the moments his drugged body betrayed him, arching back to meet the thrusts. He begged for more, just as he'd been told to do, his voice a pathetic, pleading whine that echoed his complete and total defilement. Weeks later, the memory was a nightmare he tried to bury. He'd quit his paper route, avoided the street, and tried to pretend it never happened. But the internet is a permanent archive. One night, on a whim, he typed his own name into a search engine. Buried in the results was a link to a video on a seedy amateur site. His heart hammered against his ribs as he clicked it. There he was. Larger than life, on the screen. The video quality was shockingly clear. He watched himself, looking young and terrified, beg to be fucked. He watched his own face contort in pain and humiliation as Mr. Miller took him. The audio was pristine—every whimper, every sob, every degrading plea he'd been forced to utter was captured for the world to hear. The title of the video was "Innocent Paperboy Begs for His First Load and HIV+ Breeding." A cold dread washed over him. HIV+. The word slammed into him with the force of a physical blow. He remembered the man's guttural whisper as he'd finished deep inside him: "Take my gift, boy. Take it all." The comments below the video were a cesspool of depraved praise. Users praised his "enthusiasm," his "natural submissiveness." They called him a "faggot cumdump" and a "cherry-popping slut." They marveled at how he "begged for the poz load." Ethan slammed his laptop shut, but the images were seared into his mind. He ran to the bathroom and threw up until his stomach was empty, his body wracked with violent, shuddering sobs. His innocence wasn't just gone; it had been packaged, sold, and used as a spectacle for the world's most depraved. He had been drugged, raped, and infected, and his own violated voice had been used to convict him in the court of public opinion. The boy who had delivered papers was gone, replaced by a ghost in a basement video, forever begging for a poison he never knew he was receiving. 1%

long ago I bottomed for a nasty "mean top" who was trying to introduce me to toys and fisting and he ripped my hole till it was bloody and i fucking enjoyed it. I'd love to get super high and fuck a hot guy dry until both his hole and my dick are bleeding.

Well, here is Chapter Three. Enjoy! Adam yelped as Jack slid inside the cute neg twink. Jack knew his nine-inch cock would cause some damage inside the just devirgined teen. So, he started off long-dicking Adam as if he were the last piece of ass he would get. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! SO GOOD! FUCK ME HARDER “He just turned eighteen, so make sure you give him a big, nice gift,” chuckled Dean, as he watched his friend Jack, who had full-blown Aids, continue long-dicking Adam, now pulling completely out before slamming back inside the unknown teen he was going to infect with HIV+. All twinks deserved this to happen to them, Jack thought as he remembered his barely legal twink former lover, who had cheated on him and given him the disease ten years before. "Oh, he’s going to get a nice big birthday gift from me,” laughed Jack. He loved how tight the lil slut still was after taking His friend Dean’s thick eight-inch cock. Well, come morning, his tight boy's cunt wouldn’t be so tight and virginal. Jack was looking forward to later seeing the slut in action in the sling room. Dean was pleased with how far he had gotten with Adam in such a short time. After this group finished with his latest piece of boy pussy, it would be time for the sling room and another slam. The small teen was going to get his limits expanded in ways he never thought about before. Adam had been an innocent vanilla gay boy when he entered. In the morning, he’d leave a full-blown sub bareback slut with some new fetishes. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked, he wished he had started earlier. The thin man fucking him had such a nice, long cock, which reached a place Dean’s wonderful, thick cock hadn’t. He hoped he’d get fucked by someone as long as this man and as thick as Dean’s cock. Yet, no matter what, Adam wanted as much cock as he could get. It was as if his hole was hungry cock, for more than the three other guys in the room watching him getting fucked. He wanted as much as he could get tonight, after all, his parents thought he was sleeping over at a friend’s and would be gone all the next day. So, he was golden to stay longer than he originally planned. “FUCK!” Jack growled as his climax began to rise from his balls. The slut was going to get a three-day toxic load. “SHIT SLUT! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!” Jack howled as he began pumping his dirty load deep inside the barely eighteen-year-old twink who they were turning into a cumslut for poz jizz. “FUCK! YES! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!” Adam begged the gaunt man currently fucking him. Ever since Dean had bred him, he was now hooked on jizz filling him up. It made cocks slide more easily and felt amazing. Adam wanted more cum, he hoped everyone fucked him raw and gave him their loads. “Batter up,” laughed Jack as he pulled out of the now gaping hole. Jizz leaked out from the two large loads of poz cum recently deposited. It had a slight pinkish tint, which meant the virus was now seeping into the no-longer-innocent teen. “You want to go first, Jerry?” The breaded silver-haired bear of a man, Ben asked his partner. “Naw, you can stretch the lil' slut out,” chuckled the silver-haired Jerry, as he presented his almost Monster-can thick seven-inch cock to Adam to be worshiped by his mouth. “Want to see if he can handle a man’s cock,” the bearded bear replied with a smirk. “I’ll open him up for you then,” laughed the bearded bear, as he coated his cock with the leaking pinkish jizz. He was not long at six-and-a-half, but his thickness challenged most bottoms they shared. He couldn’t believe he was getting to fuck such a beautiful, barely eighteen-year-old. This was going to be a fuck to remember. “Here,” said Dean as he handed Ben a nice-sized shard. “Keep him powered up until we slam him in the sling room.” “You're going to put him in the sling room?” The twenty-two-year-old rugby player asked as he stroked his thick seven-inch cock. “You might want to hit him with some more impact,” it’s gonna hurt at first til Tina hits him,” laughed Ben. He continued after pushing the shard in deep. “Yeah, I plan to after you finish with him,” Dean replied with a smirk. “Can’t hog him all night, it’s only fair to share him and give him what he didn’t realize he wanted,” chuckled Dean, as he stroked his thick eight inches. “He wanted fucked, so going to help him get all the dick he wanted, after all, what twink isn’t a cumslut at heart. “FUCK!” howled Adam and Ben, each for their own reason. Adam for being painfully stretched open, while Ben for the tightness of Adam’s tight boy cunt. “I’d like to fuck him in there if you don’t mind,” smirked the twenty-two-year-old, as he watched the sixty-five sink his thick cock deep inside the eighteen-year-old. “OH, GOD!” Adam moaned as his eyes rolled back, as he was stretched wider than he thought possible. Before he had completely adjusted, the older bear began withdrawing, then suddenly slammed back inside. The cock fucking him wasn’t as large as the first two men's, but it slowly began to feel better and better. His ass began to hunger for the thick cock to use his hole. “That’s right slut, I’m your new god,” chuckled Ben. Jerry began forcing his cock in Adam’s mouth, enjoying how the teen’s moans felt against his thick seven inches. While the boy could only get a small part of his Monster-can thick dick in his mouth, the eighteen-year-old knew how to use his tongue. He was slurping down the flowing precum from Jerry’s cock as though he couldn’t get enough. “Yeah, you can fuck the cumslut in the sling room. You want me to slam him there or before?” Dean asked the handsome rugby player. “You can do it here. I’ll carry him over and put him in the sling, and slam right in him,” chuckled the twenty-two-year-old. “God…damn… this…is…good…pussy,” panted Ben as he pounded Adam like a human Fleshlight. Dean grinned as he watched these poz men fucked the innocent neg eighteen-year-old. He wondered when they would start telling him they were pozzing him. Dean was looking forward to seeing Adam’s reaction. “SHIT,,,LET…ME…BREED…THE…SLUT!” Jerry panted, pulling out of Adam’s mouth. Ben quickly pulled out of Adam’s hole, making room for his long-time partner. “FUCK!” Jerry howled as he slammed inside the cumslut and began unloading his poz load the neg bitch beneath him. “SHIT! …SO GOOD!” Jerry pants as he works his load into a pink forth, before pulling out. “Thanks…Hon,” grinned the sixty-year-old silver-haired bear at his lover. “No prob, lover,” said Ben as he slid back inside Adam. “This is such a good pussy.” “OH…FUCK…ME!” Adam begged Ben. “Give me your load!” He needed more jizz in his ass. It made fucking so much better. Ben grinned evilly as he pumped in and out harder and faster, nearing his own climax. “Beg for my charged load slut!” Ben commanded Adam. He needed the eighteen-year-old to beg for his poz load. “Beg!” “Breed me!” Adam begged the bear fucking him so good. “Breed my pussy! He continued wanting the man’s load. “Beg for my charged load,” Ben commanded. “GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!” Adam howled as his own climax hit hard. “BREED…ME!” His load plastered his 5’6”, 120 lbs. from his chest into his hair with his face looking like a glazed donut. The men in the room grinned at one another as Adam begged for a poz load. Before long, they’ll have the eighteen-year-old twink actually begging to be poz, they thought. Dean was pleased with how everything was going this night. Once the bear bred the cumslut he’d slam the twink again. He suspected the rugby player was going to really get off fucking the small teen in public. “TAKE…IT…SLUT!” Ben roared as he fired his toxic load deep inside the small teen pinned beneath him. “FUCKIN…SO…GOOD!” “Having fun?” Dean asked the cum-covered teen. Adam grinned up at Dean, “Yeah, I’m having a ball.” “Well, let’s get you spun nicely, and you can take some more charged loads,” Dean said as he took a syringe. “Hold still, or it’s gonna hurt,” he said as the rugby player tied an elastic band around Adam’s arm. Before he could say anything, Dean had darted him and pulled off the elastic band. Adam coughed hard before he was suddenly hit by a huge wave of pleasure which centered around his ass. He needed more cock, and he needed it now, “Fuck me! Someone fuck me!” he begged. “I think he’s ready for his introduction to the sling room,” grinned Dean as the rugby player picked Adam up in his arms. “Oh, you’re going to get more cock cumslut,” chuckled the twenty-two as he carried Adam out of Dean’s room. “I think you’re going to enjoy a nice audience, though, for them. I know I will.”

The bass thumped through the floor, a deep, rhythmic pulse that vibrated in Alex’s molars. He stood at the edge of the dimly lit common area of The Steamworks, a labyrinth of tile and shadow he’d only ever read about online. The air was thick with humidity, chlorine, and a musky, anonymous scent. At twenty-two, this was his pilgrimage, his first step into the world his desires pointed toward, yet his body thrummed with a virgin’s paralyzing anxiety. He’d rented a small private room, a cubicle just big enough for a narrow cot, a locker, and his racing heart. The door had a simple hook latch, not a lock. He told himself it was for safety, for air flow. He lay down on the stiff vinyl, listening to the muffled laughter, the slap of sandals on wet floor, the relentless, enveloping music. His plan had been to gather his courage, to venture out, to maybe just talk to someone. But the sensory overload was immense. The thumping bass began to feel like a lullaby for the overwhelmed. His eyes, gritty with nervous exhaustion, grew heavy. The distant sounds blurred into a single, oceanic roar. He fell into a deep, sudden sleep. He didn’t hear the door sigh open. He didn’t feel the shift in the air as a larger, older body filled the doorway. He only began to surface from the depths of sleep when a heavy weight settled on him, a hand clamping firmly over his mouth. His eyes flew open to near-total darkness—the curtain had been drawn across the glass block window. A silhouette loomed, featureless in the gloom. “Shhh,” a voice, gravelly and calm, breathed into his ear. “Just relax. It’s easier.” Panic fired through Alex’s nerves, but his body was leaden, trapped in the syrupy residue of sleep and shock. He tried to buck, to twist, but the man was strong, practiced. Alex heard the soft, definitive *click* of the hook latch being secured. Trapped. The man’s other hand worked efficiently, impersonally. The violation was a quiet, methodical theft. There was no passion, no desire, only a cold, crushing exercise of power. The music swelled in the hallway, perfectly masking any stifled whimper, any rustle of the vinyl cot. Time distorted, stretching into an eternity of helpless shame. The man finished as quietly as he had begun, adjusting his own towel. Before he left, he leaned close again, his breath smelling of mint and stale coffee. “Leave the latch open,” he whispered, a grotesque parody of advice. “A nice boy like you shouldn’t sleep alone. Let the party in.” Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Alex curled into a tight, trembling ball, feeling shattered and filthy. For long minutes, he couldn’t move. The act itself was a nightmare, but the words… *Leave the latch open*. They echoed in the hollow space where his courage had been. He felt a desperate, irrational need to defy the command, to lock the world out. Shakily, he pushed himself up and fumbled for the hook latch. His fingers, slick with sweat, finally managed to secure it. *Safe*. He leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the locker, taking ragged breaths. He just needed a moment. Just a moment to think, to process the incomprehensible. A soft knock at the door, barely audible over the music, made him jump. Then another. More insistent. Confusion cut through his shock. Had the man come back? A wave of nausea hit him. He remained silent, frozen. The knocking stopped. He heard a faint shuffling in the corridor. Then, a sliver of light appeared at the bottom of the door as the hook latch, from the outside, was quietly, expertly, lifted and pushed open. The door swung inward. Standing in the hallway wasn’t the older man. It was a stranger, younger, with a towel slung low on his hips. He looked at Alex’s tear-streaked face, his hunched posture, and his expression showed no surprise, only a casual, waiting appraisal. He didn’t enter. He just… waited. And then Alex saw past him. His blood turned to ice. Behind the first man, illuminated in the gloomy red hallway light, was another. And behind him, another. A silent, patient queue of silhouettes stretched down the tiled corridor, a line of men waiting their turn. No one spoke. No one met his horrified, darting eyes. They just stood, a procession of shadows, having been instructed, by the monster who started it all, that the door to room seven would be open. That the new boy inside was available. The last thread of Alex’s reality snapped. The thumping music was no longer a beat; it was the drumming march of his own doom. The line did not advance. It simply existed, a living, breathing testament to his violation and the disease—both physical and existential—that had just been seeded in his blood. The horror was no longer a single act in the dark. It was the future, waiting in the hall, and it had already formed an orderly line.

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Well guys after some searching i have a Throat Goat Date tomorrow at 2pm UK time this guy trained a few lads to stop gagging so wish me luck i'll try and get a few clips in

I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Graduated high school and now I was trying to occupy my summer with what to do until college started in the spring. My dad figured I needed community service work to help my résumé. So he suggested that I give some assistance to Mr. Wilson, the man who lives on our block. Apparently he was living with late stage AIDS and was having a hard time taking care of things around the house. I was planning on studying to become a nurse so it sounded like good practice. Mr. Wilson didn’t require anything too crazy. Just some general clean up around the house. When I arrived he greeted me at the door “Welcome Nick. Thanks for coming by. Come in.” He was in his late 60s early 70s. Pale, bald, thin and gaunt in the face, thin arms and legs, with a potbelly. He guided me in to his living room. His house was a bit of a mess. A lot of laundry magazines and dishes everywhere. It looked like it would take a little bit more effort to clean up than I thought. But it didn’t seem very bad. “So what would you like me to start with first Mr. Wilson?“ “Oh just anywhere you like. I’ve let the place go quite a bit. I haven’t had much energy these days understandably.“ I understood. I figured he was having a hard time what was his condition. So I started picking up dishes left about. And washed them. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to pick up the clothes laying about. Some of his underwear and socks had a distinctive smell coming from them like a mix of body odor and something slightly fishy? I was in the laundry room sorting his clothes. Separating the colors and the whites. When I held his underwear in my hand I felt around the crotch area and it felt strangely hard. I reached on the inside of them and felt something dry on the inside of the crotch area. It took me a second but then I realized what it was and quickly put them in the washer. “So what do you plan on doing after the summer?“ Mr. Wilson was watching me sort the clothes. “Oh I plan on going to school and studying to be a nurse.“ “Fantastic, I could possibly hire you to take care of me full-time. That is if I last that long.“ “You seem healthy enough sir I’m sure you’ll be fine.“ “Oh that’s kind of you to say. But the disease has took its toll on me quite a bit. It’s running rampant in me, more so than it seems on the surface.“ “Well I would be happy to help you with whatever you need. It would be good training for me.“ Mr. Wilson smiled. “Becoming the nurse is serious stuff. You have to do all sorts of things. Manage medication‘s, IVs, sponge baths for those who can’t manage.” “Oh it will be no trouble for me at all sir. I like to help people, and taking care of the sick and elderly seems like a good calling.“ “Yes it is very noble. i’m glad I can give you experience. Say young lad, since you’ll need the training anyway, would you mind helping me with a sponge bath? It gets difficult for me moving around.“ I was taken aback by that request a little bit. It’s not what I was expected to do to help him with. But he was right, I will need to do these sorts of things if I am going to become a nurse. “Oh um sure. I’ll just finish up with the clothes and I’ll see you, where?” “In my bedroom. It’ll be easier if I am laying down in bed.“ Yeah I guess that made sense. Where else would you do it? I finished with the laundry and gathered what I needed for cleaning up Mr. Wilson. Bucket of hot soapy water, a couple of rags. I met him in his room, and he was naked on the bed. I had to admit it was a little shocking being alone in a room with a naked man. As I got to work on Mr. Wilson. I was running the rag up and down his legs trying to be a diligent caregiver. I ran my rag up his thigh and got close to his crotch area. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there. “You should clean that area as well Nick. It’s all part of normal nurse work.“ I put the rag on his penis and started wiping it clean. Going around his balls and underneath his shaft. As I was cleaning him he was getting an erection. It was large, very large “Oh it looks like you’ve awoken some thing. Never mind that. It happens when it receives any stimulation. I am human after all. So I do have urges.“ “Right. I understand.” I wiped his erect penis up-and-down a couple of times. Mr. Wilson was looking at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before.” “11.5 inches my boy. Trust me I have satisfied many men in my days, and unfortunately perforated a few.“ That made me blush. That type of talk seemed a little bit too lewd for this situation. “You should clean underneath the foreskin as well.“ “How do I do that?“ “Well young man.“ Mr. Wilson sat upright. “You should hold the shaft and peel the foreskin back. You can clean me more efficiently that way. It’s important to clean under there you know. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.“ Mr. Wilson stood up and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. His erect cock was now staring directly at me, The head of his dick peering through the forskin. “Now young lad. Take your hand and grab my penis.“ So I brought my hand up and gripped his dick. “Now take your other hand and wrap it around my cock head and pull back on it.“ I reached my other hand and did as instructed. I pulled back his foreskin and his mushroom head cock was staring at me fully exposed. Even with both my hands gripping his shaft there was still plenty my hands couldn’t cover. The thought occurred to me that I was now on my knees gripping onto Mr. Wilson’s penis with both hands. I was getting nervous and for a moment I forgot what to do. “Well? Are you forgetting something?“ “Oh right! The rag.” The rag was on the floor by Mr. Wilson’s feet. I let go of his penis and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Wilson squatting down at the same time. “Let me help you with that.” Both our hands met as we reached for the rag. In the awkwardness of it I grabbed the rag and we both got up. But in both of our maneuvers Mr. Wilson’s penis slapped my forehead and slid down my face as I motioned my head up. “Oh no I’m so sorry!“ I pulled my head away completely embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry it was just a little bump. It’s just a penis, it won’t hurt you.“ I brushed off the incident and I wrapped the rag around his penis and started stroking it to get it clean. “Oh yeah, that’s a good technique. You’ll get it nice and clean that way.“ I only stroked it a few times. I wasn’t trying to stimulate him, but this seemed like the only way to properly wash him. Once I was done I instructed him to lay back down on the bed and I continued to give him a bath. Cleaning the rest of him. It went without further incident. I continued to clean his bedroom. Mr. Wilson watching me and helping me organize some of his things. He didn’t put his clothes back on, he remained naked and his large penis still rockhard. “You don’t mind me walking around all naturale do you? I find it more comfortable this way.” I didn’t want to be rude. After all I am training to be a caregiver so I had to put his needs first. “Of course. It’s your house you can do whatever you like.“ I assured him with a smile. Deep down I was uncomfortable with it. I was picking up things here and there. I came across a box of magazines, they were porno magazines. “Oh don’t mind those. Just something to get me off when I need to. Here let me show you my favorite one.“ He took out a particular magazine and flipped to a page. He revealed photos of an older man who looked similar to him bareback fucking a young 18 or 19 year old who looked similar to me. I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to look at his porn. “Oh that looks pretty wild.“ “Indeed. This sort of thing really gets me boned up.“ He was now stroking his cock next to me. He was looking at me a little sad. “Hey Nick, do you think you could do me a big favor?“ “What is it?“ “Do you think you could help me get off? It’s been so long since I’ve been in the presence of such a handsome young man like you. I would really appreciate it.“ “I don’t think I can do that. It wouldn’t be appropriate.“ “Relax my boy. You’re just helping out an old man like you were meant to you when you came here, isn’t that right? Please I assure you you will be totally fine I just want to see your ass while I rub one out.“ I wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. I wanted to be helpful, I wanted to help him with his needs. But I didn’t think that I could do something like that. But he was such a lonely man. I figured it might be OK as long as he’s just jacking off and nothing more comes of it. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “Absolutely. I will take it to the grave with me.” “Uh, okay, as long as we are safe. What do you need me to do?“ “Splendid! Well first takeoff all your clothes and lay face down on my bed. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.“ I slowly strip down and climbed onto his bed laying down like he asked. Mr. Wilson climbed on the bed and got on top of me straddling my thighs, his dick slapping my ass crack. “Hey! What are-“ “Relax Nick. I’m just getting a good look at your ass. Now just lay there and let this old man enjoy the sight of you.” This felt like a very compromising position, but I assumed that it would all be over fairly soon. Mr. Wilson was stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my butt cheeks with the other. “Yeah, that is such a beautiful ass of yours, I would so love to dig my cock in there.“ “Please don’t joke like that sir. You have aids remember?“ “Of course, how can I forget? I have a very high viral load. And I haven’t gotten off in quite a few days. And theoretically if I did fuck that beautiful tight ass of yours, you would definitely get what I have he he.” That type of verbal treatment was very unsettling. But he was a lonely old man, I figured I would let him say what he wanted and blow a load out. He slapped his cock against my ass few times. My God it was so big. But while he rubbed his cock against my ass cheeks, he wasn’t stroking it. It seemed like he was dragging it out. “Hey there Nick I’m having a hard time getting off. Do you think you could let me grind my tip against your hole a little bit? I won’t penetrate, I just want to hump a little. It would definitely help me shoot.“ “Isn’t that pushing things little too far? What if it goes inside?“ “Nonsense. We don’t have any lube and you’re so young and tight there’s no way it will go in. You’ll be perfectly safe. Please?“ I was very hesitant. Things were escalating a little. But theoretically what he said seemed completely safe. As long as it didn’t actually go inside me then there wasn’t any risk. “O-okay. But just humping on the outside OK?“ “Of course! Now get on your hands and knees doggy style for me.“ We repositioned and I got on my knees. Mr. Wilson spread my cheeks and start slapping his cock against my ass hole. He swirled his tip around it and then positioned it right at the center of my ring. He put his hands on my hips and started rocking his hips back-and-forth. “Ah yes this feels much better, you’re smooth little pucker is doing the trick.“ his humping wasn’t too hard. He was staying outside of me like he assured me. I was able to relax and let him have his fun. He was rubbing my ass cheeks and feeling up my back as his hips rocks into me. I could feel my asshole being pushed with each thrust. It felt kind of good. Especially with such a monstrously huge cock. Then I felt something. My asshole was getting wet. Mr. Wilson was leaking pre out of his dick. His thrusting was still relatively tame so it didn’t seem like it was all that bad but I was getting a little worried about my hole getting lubed up. “Oh yeah thats better. I can feel myself leaking.” His humping started getting harder. I felt my ass hole getting hit roughly by his dick. I kept myself clenched but Mr. Wilson was getting more enthusiastic. As his movements became stronger and his cock leaked more I could feel his tip starting to part my ass. It felt like it was slowly digging into me. “Mr. Wilson you should be careful. I think you’re starting to go in.“ “Nonsense boy. I’m still completely outside of you. My wet cock head is just kissing you. Don’t be afraid to have your hole kiss it back.“ “Are you getting close yet?” “I’m building up to it. Why? Do you want it to end now? Doesn’t my cock feel good?” “It feels great sir. You have a wonderful cock. You just need to careful is all.” The more he humped my hole the more the tip started digging in. At this point his tip was halfway into my ring. His hands were exploring my body as his hips kept grinding forward. “Ow, that’s starting to go a little too far. You should ease up“ “it’s fine. Just enjoy my cock. Young men like you should be lucky to have experienced old men like me show you how good you can feel with your ass. Besides, I can tell your ass is very inexperienced. It’s gonna take a lot more than what I’m doing to penetrate you. For example if I were to jam forward like this!” As Mr. Wilson’s tip was halfway in my ring, he jammed his hips forward and his head popped inside of me. He then quickly pulled out and continued his humping, not easing up on the force though. “OUCH! That went in!” It hurt when he popped inside of me. It was true that I’ve had very little experience with sex. So the pain of his initial entry shot through me. “Well so it did. Oops, it’s all right I will try to stay out of you.” My ass felt vulnerable after that initial plunge. I was having a really hard time keeping him out of me. His thrusting unrelenting. Then I felt his cock head pop into me again and then right back out. “Oof. That feels good.“ “Sir you shouldn’t do that!“ his thrusting continued. With the way my hole was getting wet from his cock. It felt like every fifth or sixth thrust his cock head entered me again. Then every second or third thrust it entered. Then Mr. Lewis picked up a piece of ramming his cock head in and out of my hole constantly. “Don’t worry about all this Nick. It’s just popping in to say hello. Your ass is really inviting.“ The feeling of his cock head going in and out of my ring was horrifying yet felt good at the same time. But still I wanted him to stop and continue with grinding my hole just from the outside. “Sir please it’s going inside me!” “That’s not going inside of you, this is going inside of you.“ Mr. Wilson then thrust into his cock in my ass, sliding in what felt like 5 or 6 inches and then pulled out and continued with the tip of his cock going in and out. “Ow! That was too deep!” “See that was going inside of you. This is just the entrance. Now just focus on how good my cock is.. I’m getting close.” “Oh God, you’ll cum outside right?“ “Sure, sure. let me Focus on your beautiful ass.” Mr. Wilson was now wrapping his arms around my torso. I felt his cock starting to dig in deeper. He wasn’t just fucking me with the tip anymore. He was sliding at least half his cock in me, like previously. “Oh fuck this is so much better, the inside of your colon is definitely working my cock up to an eruption!” “Sir please pull out! That’s too far!“ The cock going up my ass is starting to drive me crazy. I couldn’t deny that it was probably the best fucking I have ever felt in my life. But I knew exactly what kind of cock was inside of me. A poz cock, and not just a poz cock, a full-blown AIDS cock. “Just a moment kid. I’m so close! Please just focus on squeezing that ass on this dirty cock. Work this load out of me!” Suddenly he started slamming his cock all the way in and out. I felt the full length of his 11 1/2 inch dick pulverizing my insides. Every time he went balls deep it felt like I was getting stabbed on the inside causing pleasure as he passed over my prostate and pain as he slid far past that. “Sir! What are you doing!? This is too much! Ouch! It hurts!” The ball slapping fucks were relentless. His pace started to quicken rapidly. His body trembling. “Just hold out a little longer Nick! You’re such a good boy! I’m going to reward my good boy by shooting AIDS poison in you! Fuck! I’m about to create a partner in hospice in just few more-“ he now let his body collapse onto me. His cock furiously slamming down into me. “AAAAAGH FUCK!” His cock started violently spasming deep inside. I could feel blast after blast of his toxic cum shooting into me. And it had a bit of a sting to it to due to have roughly he fucked me on the inside, almost like acid. “Ahhhhh. That was good Nick. Such a wonderful ass.” I was in shock. I couldn’t speak. Mr. Wilson slowly got up. His long cock pulling out. “Oops, little bit of blood on my cock. Guess I tore you up in there. It happens to almost all they guys I fuck.” My ass hurt. I could barely get up. I slowly got my close on while Mr. Wilson stayed nude. “Well then. Now that I was able to get off, you can continue your work.” I looked at him as if he was crazy. How could I work after what he did? But there’s no way I could leave, if I did I’d be terrified of him telling anyone what happened. So I swallowed my pride and got back to cleaning his house.

I was traveling to SF and wasn’t sure what to expect around hooking up. My hotel was in the marina and well, had a great time. Fucked 3 Asian boys and took several loads including one from a muscle model Latino guy. my last night I was messaged on sniffies by a blank profile. I almost didn’t reply when I saw his age said 21. I said, I’m 48 is that ok. He responded with a huge YES!. After getting the sense he wasn’t interested I kinda gave up. Until he massaged me and said, I’m here, which room number. I have it to him and he said he wanted to make out. In walked this tiny adorable Twinkie kid with a cute smile. He walked over to me and I put my arm around his waste and we made out for the next 4 plus hours. i explored his body with my tongue and mouth, licking his neck and his thigh and ate his perfect little bubble ass out. He was moaning like crazy. It turned me on. Best part, after he was relaxed I inserted my thing into his pussy, swirled it around and when I tell you I was holding a box of fireworks, the kid went nuts in ecstasy. the night ended whe I shot a massive load all over him. I did try fucking him but my 8” was too big and yes I went slow and learned from this experience… as a top, I love to be considerate and respectful of my bottoms. We cuddled and talked and he showed me how open minded and intelligent our gay youth still is… max was his name and it was the max experience - corny talk by an older man 😜

This seems to be one place to get firsthand information. Not looking for medical advice just experiences from others. I have a referral to see a urologist due to results from a blood test. PSA level was 5.7 (but dropped a month later to 4.7) and the free PSA was 14%. Those results put in at a 24% chance of having prostate cancer. I've been doing research and it looks like this diagnosis has more of an impact on gay men than straight. I'm hopefully jumping the gun and have nothing to worry about. I'm hearing lots of doctors (and people in general) want to jump and remove the cancer (aka prostate in this case) and there could be other options. Anyone have any experience or thoughts?

I fucking love the feeling of having my throat full of cock. Balls deep.

Human nature is very complex and complicated .... so well said. I'm turned on by Ethan's submissive nature ... even more so by mine!!!

Was back in town yesterday and went back to the ABS - I wasn’t expecting much, but wound up sucking off 6 guys over the course of a couple of hours. It was a nice way to spend the afternoon.

They used me like a toy, blindfolded, locked cock and flying on poppers, my holes were there for them to please however they want. I don't know how many, men or loads, but for 7 hours straight I took the pounding I needed. Throat fucked hard. Hole fucked even harder. Was DP'd for hours and fisted deep. Only fluid I was allowed to drink was piss and the cum I cleaned off the cocks the bred me. When they were done, they shoved a plug up my loaded, loose pussy and thrown into an Uber to get back to my partner. I am a slut I am a pig I am a cumdump and I love it all. to be continued...

So I have trained myself and now have no gag reflex. The key is to learn to control your body’s automatic response to having something jammed down your throat! First you need to increase your ability to hold your breath for extended periods of time. You can do this in several ways but I recommend just doing regular breathing exercises to expand your lung capacity. If you over oxygenate your body, you can go without oxygen for a long time. Then you need to get comfortable breathing exclusively through your nose, so you can breathe with your mouth full. Personally I love to use a little blow to numb my throat which makes it that much easier to throat a big dick deep for a long time without any problems. it should be said that some tops like it when you gag and choke on them - I know one who legit wants me to throw up lol - but in my decades of experience they all appreciate a sucker who is enthusiastic about getting it all down their throat and has developed their skills to be able to handle even the biggest of dicks

I want a turn ! As a bigger dick guy I’ve had many “tops “ express how they want me do dick them down as they don’t want to miss the opportunity- Big dicks do more . If they know how to fuck right, no matter how tight you imply to be - it feels fucking amazing- I love being a total vers slut -

I was bored yesterday so I went to the cruse club. I got two loads in my ass in the first 10 minutes, just two horny dudes that had been waiting for someone they wanted to drop a load into. It was hot, the first guy had a thinner dick which was good for a warm up. The second guy was well built and had a fatter cock. Thin cock guy left right after, the other guy stayed and I gave him my load before I left. There was a guy bent over a bench and he was a bit thin and not my type so much, but I put my cock in him and fucked him for a few minutes, another guy, rugby play build - hot, was watching us and he wanted to put his cock in, so I moved out of the way. He fucked the thin guy. The room was tiny, so I stood behind the rugby guy, I was hard watching him fuck, there were mirrors on the wall. Rugby guy reached back and grabbed my cock to rub on his hole, I was hard as, so I lined up my cock with this hole and slid in. We had a hot and sweaty fuck sandwich, rugby guy in the middle. After a few minutes, rugby guy pulled out and moved me to fuck the thin guy and rugby guy fucked me with his decently large cock, so I was in the middle of the fuck sandwich. We switched around few times, after about half an hour, rugby guy blew his load in the thin guy while I had my cock in his ass. I went for some water and to chill in the theatre room for a bit, and the I saw a hot guy in tighty-whities. He was not up for a play. But I went into the dark room. The dark room is an orgy room with a rubber mattress floor. The fat cock guy who gave me my second load was there. We got down on the mattress floor and I wrestled him a bit until I was on top, pinned him down, with my cock in him. He was into it, it was hot and sweaty in there, lots of lube. I put my weight on him and fucked him fast and slow for about 20 minutes, another guy, I don't know who, climbed on my lubed up ass and tried to get his cock in. He took a couple of tries to get his cock in and while I was fucking fat cock guy, top guy took about 20 thrusts to drop his load, he blew some of his load in me and several heavy spirts up my back. He sneaked out of the dark room, and I never saw him. This got me super horny, and I locked in on fat cock guy and I blew my load, I rested on top of him until all my cum was drained deep in his ass. ---- When I went home I went to take a piss before I took a shower and the cum leaked out of my ass, I drained it out, it was the most cum I have ever had leak out. One or two of those guys, shot a huge load. I reckon it was the guy that topped me in the orgy room, because the spirts that went up my back were so heavy.

So I don’t think anyone has posted anything about this yet …. I have been seeing TONs of stuff online about this show … clips from tge show and clips of various podcasters comments about the show…. So finally figured out how to load HBO on my computer fortunately didn’t watch it until all of the episodes had been posted (and I had seen all the spoilers so I didn’t get too stressed out as I knew how it ended) so was just able to enjoy binging all 6 hours so not a “barebacking” show … in fact in one scene they make a point of pulling out the condoms… but they also make a joke about them …. After that (in contrast to the old Queer as Folk where condom use was pointed and obvious) you don’t see any … so I just kind assume (or at least can fantasize) that they are doing it raw but the sex scenes are (I think) REALLY fucking hot …. Both in action … and just the chemistry the actors have, and I think those acting it really good — at at times outstanding but mainly — in these crazy MAGA times … it was really wonderful to see a show that was that in your face these guys are having really hit sex … like all they tune … and a very sensitive portrayal of gay men Anybody also a fan? (For our friends in England I think it starts airing January 10th or so) I have also been hooked on watching some of these podcasts… one a regular hockey podcast… 3 straight guys …. And kind of wonderful watching them over the six episodes to like really get into the sex scenes… and be cheering on our very gay heroes

I stayed there and rubbed my cock thru my shorts. About 5 minutes later another guy walked in. He had a body odor smell. He stuck his cock thru and my eyes opened wide. It was a thick 8" black cock. He smelled dirty but his cock was gorgeous. He might have been homeless. The campus has a few there. They don't bother anyone and they usually keep to themselves. They use campus showers and bathrooms. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked him. He started to moan. I tasted his salty and grime on his cock. I started to deep throat him and he started to buck and moan. "Uhhh fuck. Damn faggot you got a nice throat." he said as he started to push against the divider. He cock reaching my tonsils he was so long. I kept sucking him. He started to leak a lot of precum. I kept at it sucking his huge thick meat. "Fuck bitch giving me your pussy. I know how to make it feel good" he said "No sorry just sucking tonight" I said "Alright have it your way. You are missing out" he said He started to pump down my throat. After a few minutes he started to moan loudly and said "Here it comes bitch" as he started to spurt huge cum into my mouth. Between his size and the amount of cum I some of it started to leak out of my mouth. I caught it was my hand and swallowed and put it back on his cock and sucked it all up. "Damn you one cum whore aren't you" he said moaning and still hard and pushing thru the hole. I was amazed after cumming and me kept sucking him he kept hard and pushing thru. I could also taste cum leak from his cock. After another 5 minutes he moaned and started to cum again. Granted not as much but another 3-4 spurts of cum. I just sucked, tasted and swallowed. "Damn bitch you are one fucking cum whore" he said He pulled back zipped up and left. I licked my lips and fingers of his cum. I had sucked off two strangers, one who was homeless. I was still horny and also felt very alone. here in a men's bathroom on campus on a Friday night. What had my life become?

This happened the other night. It was a typical night of me driving around my area looking for breeders on sniffies, and around midnight an anonymous profile hit me up. He sent pics—black guy, in his 30s, lean and muscular, around 5’8” and he had a big dick, 9 inches or so I think. He didn’t send a face pic, but being the cock whore I am I didn’t care so much. He asked me to come over to his apartment complex, but he said he couldn’t host since he had a roommate. He told me they have shared community restrooms in the building, but that we needed to be quiet-ish. When I arrived, he texted me to meet him inside and gave me the directions on how to find the room. I arrived to the community restroom and found him waiting for me. I locked the door behind me and took off all my clothes so that I was completely naked, revealing my caged cock. I got on my knees, removed his belt, and unzipped his pants. Even when soft, he was very well hung. He had a nice bush and big balls too. After licking his shaft and tasting his balls, I started sucking his cock. I can still vividly remember it. I loved the feeling of his long, thick cock in my mouth. I sucked him until he was fully hard, then I turned around and leaned against the wall. He pushed his cock into my hole, and it hurt at first. I pushed my hole out and bit down on my arm so that I could take the pain easier (the “bite the pillow” mentality usually works for me). I continued to bite down and take deep breaths until my hole started to relax and he was able to go faster. After a couple of minutes, he pointed to the tub and beckoned me to get on the edge. I got my knees on the edge of the tub and put my hands on the shower wall. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, but I didn’t mention it or complain about the discomfort. I took a deep hit of poppers and my mind went into full cock whore mode. He began thrusting deep, with harder and faster strokes. It hurt so good and I couldn’t get enough. I’m pretty sure we both stopped caring about the noise or whether the other tenants could hear us. After just a few minutes he was pounding me hard from behind and grunting loudly, and I was moaning like a submissive little bitch. He didn’t announce that he was about to cum. He gave me 3-5 slower, harder thrusts, paused, then got up. I knew in that moment he came inside me. I turned around, got on my knees and sucked his cock, cleaning it off for him. After sucking him, I put my clothes back on, gathered myself, told him thank you, and showed myself out of the building.

I absolutely HATE when a feeder pulls out of the cocksucker's mouth and shoots his cum pretty much everywhere but in the cocksucker's open mouth (face, over his head, on his chest, dribbles on the floor). The only thing that's worse is when the cocksucker gets done cum in his mouth and spits it out before returning to sucking cock. The waste of cum is absolutely unacceptable to me and a big turn off when watching porn. The best is when the cocksucker pauses as the feeder cums in his mouth and I can see his cock throbbing as it pumps cum in his mouth, then he opens his mouth and shows the camera his reward, then swallows.

One of my best scruff fails (I always screen grabbed my most idiotic encounters) this one from 10 yrs ago

Two more loads tonight from two new guys. One was kind and offered to get me an uber because of the rain. I opted to walk as it wasn't far, getting drenched on the way haha. I arrived, buzzed up, hooded at the door, you know the rest. Average length, thick, tender kind breeder. Pumped a good load into me. He pulled out and got chtty as I dressed. Lawyer a year older than myself. When I took off the hood to put on my hat he smiled, handed me a water and a twenty for a car home, then gave me a little kiss. 🙂 After getting home, a neighbor nearby found it hot that I'd just been fucked and invited me over. His building is around the block, so convenient. I went over, buzzed in (love an access code and open door 😈) and put on my hood before entering. He walked to me as I undressed at the door and started feeling me up, hand up my shirt and down my compression shorts and jockstrap, feeling my fucked hole. We were standing right by the entryway mirror, giving us both a hot view of my ass. His rock hard cock rubbing against me earned a suck before he directed me to his bed in front of big open industrial loft windows. He turned off the lights but the room was still plenty bright. Feeling on display was exhilarating. He ate me out for way longer than I anticipated before pressing into me with his spit-lubed uc cock. Fucked me for a while before announcing his load , shooting it deep, and slapping my ass as he quickly pulled out. Sucked his cock clean and got up to get dressed and head out.

NO !!! It does Not count as taking a load. Direct Deposits REQUIRED to count as a load. The ass can be filled with cum and a good feeling for the bottom, it does not count as officially taking a load. Some guys do "freeze" several loads and later inject it in the ass with a full feeling, it does not count. Swallow the load is acceptable but does not count. Especially for men that are chasing and/or bugchasers. HIV is not transferred if exposed to air. You can lick cum off a wall/floor or mixed with food and down your throat. Mailed cum to be inserted are all options, but Direct Deposits are REQUIRED to be counted as Officially taking a load.

After a day at the beach, Trey walked home. Because it was still extremely hot, he was only wearing basketball shorts. You could see the sweat from his neck slowly dripping down his hot body. The almost 19-year-old boy was blessed with good genes, which gave him a very athletic body that he didn't have to work hard for. Because of the defined v-shape, his basketball shorts hung low, which showed that he didn't have a six-pack but an eight-pack, and because of his tanned skin, his long blond hair looked even blonder. Suddenly, a car pulled up next to him and he heard the driver say "Do you need a ride?" Trey looked through the open window and saw that it was David — the former captain of the local football team that his brother also played for. This was the first time he had seen David since he was kicked off the team for unknown reasons when he was 21. Because he is also not wearing a t-shirt, Trey can clearly see that he had changed in the last 3 years. His muscular torso was covered in tattoos. "I have Gatorade from the cooler... if you like" says David. Trey thinks OKAY and hops in the car. David takes two bottles of Gatorade from the cooler on the back seat and gives one to Trey. David takes a sip and sees how Trey drinks three quarters of the bottle in one go. They drive away and while they are talking, David sees out of the corner of his eye that Trey is looking at his body. "Do you also want a tattoo?" David asks, to which Trey answers with "Yes, but I don't think my mother would approve". "Just wait a few years. When you live on your own, you can do what you want" David says laughing as he puts his hand on Trey's upper leg. Trey feels a shock go through his body because David's fingers touched his balls. Trey quickly looks away and sees that they are no longer driving towards his house. “You are driving the wrong way,” Trey says, to which David replies that he has to drop off the cooler with Gatorade first and that he would bring him home when it's done. “Is that okay?” he asks. To which Trey nods. After 5 minutes they arrive at a house with the windows taped shut. After David gets out and opens the cardoor to get the cooler, he asks if Trey wants to help him carry a gym bag. “Be careful, because there is expensive equipment in there,” David says. When they enter the house they are greeted by a dark guy in his late 20s with a muscular body who leads them to the kitchen. While David talks to the guy, Trey gets dizzy. David sees this and grabs him and brings him to the living room. “Sit down before you fall” David says. Trey plops down on the couch. What Trey doesn't know is that the Gatorade he drank earlier also contained G and liquid Viagra, which is now affecting his mind and body. When he looks around, he sees about 10 guys sitting on the couches and on the floor. Most of them are no longer wearing t-shirts and none of them are older than 25. Trey can't take his eyes off the athletic and muscular bodies in the room and sits there mesmerized as they work with bongs and blow out big white clouds. Trey had sex with lots of girls over the last 2 years and considers himself straight, although muscular male bodies have always intrigued him. But now he's feeling different, looking at them makes him fucking horny. Then suddenly someone plops down next to him on the couch. Trey turns his head and looks straight into the blue eyes of Kaden, who until last year worked as a lifeguard at the beach where he always goes. Every time he saw him on the beach, Trey was impressed by his body and could watch him from a distance for hours. Kaden blows out a cloud of smoke and asks “Do you want a hit?” Without knowing what he’s agreeing to, Trey nods and listens in a trance-like state to the explanation. When the stem is pressed between his lips and he hears “NOW” he begins to suck in steadily. When his lungs are full he blows it all out to quickly. “No, you have to hold it in your lungs longer before you blow it out… one more time!” says Kaden. After two more tries he gets the hang of it and blows thick clouds. After 7 hits Trey is so horny that he doesn't even realize that he has pulled his thick 10" cock out of his shorts and is pumping the shaft with both hands while a constant stream of precum flows from his glans. "WOW" says David to Shawn - the name of the dark muscular guy - while he is filming from a distance. "He's going to make a lot of money" answers Shawn who is filming another group with a camera. David moves a little closer to get a good view of Kaden explaining to Trey how a gunshot works. The first few are awkward, but on the third Trey pushes his tongue into Kaden's mouth, which ends in a fierce game of tongue wrestling. Kaden pulls his head away and stands on the couch. He pulls his hard 9” cock in advance and presses his glans against Trey’s lips, who automatically opens his mouth. Slowly the cock slides further into his mouth. Without being instructed he places his hands on Kaden’s hips and instinctively begins to suck and lick. In the meantime, pre-cum continues to flow from the glans of Trey’s cock — which is standing straight up. Kaden beckons a twink boy and points to that pre-cum covered cock. The twink takes a seat between Trey’s legs and swallows the entire length in one go. A wave of pleasure goes through Trey’s body, which relaxes his throat further, allowing Kaden to slide his cock deeper inside. Kaden takes Trey’s hands and maneuvers them to his nipples. The twink gets a point pressed into his hands by David and knows exactly what is expected. He takes the dick out of his mouth and wipes the cock clean and dry. The cock is so hard that the veins are clearly visible and while Trey is distracted the twink finds a vein. He pulls the plunger back to see if it’s in the vein and then slowly pushes the contents in. After removing the point, the twink massages the penis to ensure the Tina enters the bloodstream. Trey’s eyes open wide as an intense wave rips through his body. This is the signal for Kaden to pull his cock out. After heavy coughing , Trey throws his head back and tenses his abs, making his eight-pack even more visible and making his cock swell. Ropes of cum shoot out of his cock as he lets out a deep groan. The twink doesn’t hesitate for a moment, turns around and with force pushes his tight hole onto the cock. “I can feel his cum filling me up completely… can’t wait until his cum is toxic too” the twink moans! After 5 minutes the twink lets the cock slide out of his ass and there is still cum dripping from the glans. “I’m so fucking horny… I want more!” Trey groans. To which Kaden responds, “You’re going to get more, but we have to go to the bathroom first.” He helps him up and guides him to the bathroom. After half an hour, Trey comes out of the bathroom groaning and drops onto the couch. A huge horniness is building inside his ass, so he pulls up his leg and tries to push two of his fingers inside. Kaden sits between his legs and pushes his fingers away. He asks, “Can I help you?” and Trey groans “Yes”. He grabs lube and squirts it on the ass and on the fingers of his right hand. With his left hand he shakes some white powder from a bag over the fingers, after which he starts to push two inside. “An extra booty bump wouldn’t hurt” says Kaden grinning. The sphincter relaxes more and more and after 10 minutes there are 4 fingers inside. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you” says Kaden. To which Trey replies with “I didn’t know what I really wanted, but now I know I never want anything else”. “We can give you something that will bond us forever… a gift that makes you part of our group… Do you want that?” Kaden asks. “YES… GIVE” Trey pleads. “Just know that you can’t go back!” Kaden said. “I WANT IT… I WANT YOU!” This was what Kaden wanted to hear. He pulled his fingers out, lubed up his cock and placed the head of his cock against the closing sphincter. With a firm grip he pushed his cock in until he could take no more. Trey’s mouth was wide open but he made no sound. Kaden pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. He repeated this until the head of his cock passed the second sphincter. The feeling of the second sphincter gripping his cock head caused him to deposit his POZ seed deep inside that NEG ass for the first time. “Feel that… that’s my POZ seed that will bond us forever” Kaden groaned. As the second sphincter relaxed he began to fuck the ass hard. “GIVE ME MORE CUM… MAKE ME POZ TOO” Trey groaned. After 40 minutes of pumping and 4 loads of POZ seed Kaden pulled out and yells “Who’s next?”. “Me” shouted a familiar voice. “We are already blood relatives… but after today we share even more”. Trey watched as his nephew TJ, who is a month younger, took a seat between his legs and in one smooth movement slid his 8” cock inside. Later David told that TJ became part of the group on the day he turned 18. After TJ, more guests followed who deposited their POZ semen. The next day Trey was told that everything had been filmed and that they would put the film on their site “POZSLAM” where their donors could stream the film for a fee. He was given the choice: face unrecognizable and then not share in the proceeds or recognizable in the picture and no longer have to work. Trey chose the latter and was a success from day 1. In the first month all members had earned 7000 dollars each from that one film. Two weeks after the initiation Trey got the fuckflu and he tested positive. He also had someone in mind for the next meeting who could be an asset to the group. There is a 19-year-old Moroccan guy who has moved into the street and who is very eager to make new friends and Trey can't wait to pump gallons of POZ cum up his ass. SHALL I CONTINUE?

I’m a “dump it deep” guy, and love seeing the aftermath of froth, spunk bubbles and leakage 🤤

That was fucking HOT! No man should pull out of any hole to cum. I love it shot deep inside.

I leave it up to the top. What they say goes. I prefer a potent mix of cum and spit. And a little piss never hurts. Gets my hole so fuckin juicy and at that point i got no limit wit size and aggression

I had been talking to this guy on-line for a couple of weeks. He'd responded to my craigslist ad. I said I was a non-passable white crossdresser, kind of a guy in a skirt type, looking to give a bj. I had a blurry pic of me in a short leather skirt and thigh high stockings. He said he loved my pic and wanted to fuck my lips, but I saw a pic of his cock and thought no way, that black monster is way too big. In our chats, he asked if I liked "BB", I foolishly said yes, thinking that was Big Black (since he was a big black guy). He asked if I'd try a blindfold, I said cool. So after he promised he'd take it easy on me, and telling him there was no way I could deep throat a cock that big, he invited me over to his place. I put on that black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings, a tight white blouse, and pumps. Although not passable, guys I gave head to in this outfit always wanted my ass, but I just did oral. Mark answered the side door after I parked in his garage, as he wanted to be discreet. He got me a drink, and after some small talk, he just whipped out his massive cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, soft. I got on my knees, and got to work. At this point, I could take it all in my mouth, but he was starting to stiffen up, so I placed my hand on the base of his shaft. He said I was being a good slut, but to drop the hand. I did as I was told. Mark then said he had the blindfold, and not seeing might help. It did make sense to me at the time, so he put it on. He said I was taking it much deeper without seeing, so it was working. Mark asked how my knees were feeling, I said they were OK, but he offered to guide me to the bedroom where things were a little softer. Mark was being very kind, so I let him guide me to the other room. Mark had me kneel, and said I could lean forward, as there was a little bench. What a nice guy. As I have my arms on the bench, sucking on that huge cock in the dark, all of the sudden, my arms and legs are grabbed. Mark pulls his cock out and starts laughing. It feels like there are restraints on the bench for my wrists, and ankles on the floor. There are other men laughing too. What the fuck is going on I ask. Mark asks if I'm ready for my bareback breeding. I say no way! He says I agreed to bareback, and there was no turning back now. My panties are cut off and my ass quickly lubed. I started to scream, right when they gagged me. The first cock in my ass felt like it was as big as a thermos! I was crying while they laughed. The fucking of my virgin ass continued for what seemed like forever then stopped. Oh god! I had a man cumming in my ass! Once he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but I thought at least it was over. Boy was I wrong. Mark sad that I was just fucked by Justin, a skinny white guy with a 6 inch cock. That was 6 inches??? Oh shit.... So for what felt like hours I was fucked by several men, and cocks kept getting a little bigger, and hurting less for some reason. I was starting to like the feeling... Finally Mark said it was his turn. His huge cock slid in without too much problems, but it went REAL deep. He was fucking me slowly at first then asked if I was worried about AIDS. I shook my head yes. He said I was a silly little cunt, he was HIV poz and I never asked! OH SHIT! I tried to buck him off and push him out, this just made him piston fuck me harder. He buried his cock deep and said his dirty seed was going in my ass now, and I could feel it hot in my guts. For the next 2 days, I was kept bound, and every now and then fucked. The guys would tell me how sweet my ass was, and how hard it was to get a guy willing to take poz loads. I was far from willing, but Mark had told them I was going to act surprised. Then I was punched a couple of times in the head until I passed out. I woke up in my car, on the other side of town. Cum and blood on my legs, in my girl clothes, in the parking lot of a shopping center. The house where it happened was abandoned that day, with an eviction notice over a month old on the door. The e-mail account closed. So I was set up, and raped. Now I'm waiting to find out if they lied about being poz, or if I'm infected too.....

Sometimes, but usually no. Whores can usually take pretty big cocks dry. Like bone dry. Not even using spit.

I love it being dry. More chances of tearing both my ass or my cock which could make them bleed, making the sex dirty as fck and it turns me on a lot. Higher risk of stds.

A butt in chaps.. a harness to hang on to.. and my cock into a hot hole.. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I knew from 13 what sex was about. I think that's old enough for tops to be allowed to use as they wish.