straycowboy

Several of you have told me you like my stories, and I have some others in mind , both true and fictional, both gay, bi, and straight. I have appreciated the responses. But as someone pointed out, waiting to read a story in parts can be annoying. On stories I have had to break up, I do try and finish them as quickly as I can to keep you from waiting. So I decided to place this poll. The question is this which is your preference, I finish the story and post it all at once, even if I do have to break it up into parts, or continue like I’ve been doing and posting as I finish a section of the story? I’ll abide by majority decision here.

II can only write so fast, but promise that I will get the rest posted soon. I'm also not sure, but I believe their is a message character limit, at least that is what I got as an error message when I first tried to post this one and a couple of others I broke into parts. I will be glad to let you know by private message when its complete if you'd like, so you can read it all at once..

I can empathize with what you arr going through. My personal response after my last two relationships would be to move on now, and not waste time on trying to prove trustworthiness, you never can in a situation like that. And their are always other people out there to meet and fall for.

I have found this site educational, and insightful. Its surprised me on a number of issues, that I would have expected viewpoints to lean the opposite way from which they went. The rape issue youngslut mentioned is one. However this being the internet, and the fact this site has a specific target audience means you should never accept the site as a true sampling of normal viewpoints at large. Fantasy, is also a good way to release those darker side each person has, without actually acting them out. I believe this site feeds that need in each of us on it, and perhaps helps to skewer the veiwpoints at times. Of course, I for one have always believed inhumanity, and that there is more good than not, so my view here may be a bit skewered too. LOL

Well I didn't think about that suppose we should ask rawtop ifit would be better in another forum?

I have a question for all. What are some of your more extreme fetishes, not fantasies, but the actual thing that turns you on. I have a few mild ones, but then I have the few that reveal the darker side of me. I’ll share mine; M/M in the General discussion section, M/F in the straight discussion section. What I’m trying to find here is how common are the darker ones. Biting, both me biting you, or you biting me during throws of passion, I can get painfully rock hard by a guy sinking his teeth into me as I fuck him, or me into him as we are doing it doggy style. Not necessarily drawing blood, and not the cock or balls. I don’t like being burned ,and do have a few scars from accidents in the past one is a J on my back from where a lit torch fell when I bent down to pick something up, dumb me. But I have always been turned on by watching a guy get branded. It makes me hard. I would like to have a brand on my shoulder sometime, but like I said, I don’t like burns. Another is I like to play rough with a guy. Watching a guy get the shit beat out of him because he wants it, makes me hard, and doing it to him, well even the thought has me hard right now. I have no idea where that comes from, but I only do it with guys that say up front they are into it, and then they set the limits, and only if they give me a way to know to stop so as not to injure them, if that makes sense. I won't bring it up, but if they do, then we see where it leads. And then only with me as top if a guy tries it with me there will be hell to pay. **Side note here. I have always regretted this one above, mainly because at some point in time I have beat all three of my exes into the ground. 1 started fight with me in a bar after we broke up, 2 tried to force me to let him inject me with whatever he was taking that night, and 3, I came home early one day, after we broke up, I had given him 4 weeks to find someplace else to live. He was beating the dog for an accident she had. I laid into him and beat him so bad. He had black eyes, and bloody nose, lucky I didn’t break any bones. Then asked him how it felt, and told him his time was up and threw his stuff into the street. Other than these three times, I never laid a finger on any of them, past spanking their rear. When just fucking you, I want you to have to walk bow-legged for a while and not be able to fuck from your ass being sore. If you are topping me, I want you to do the same. Again, though, I only do this if its made clear to me up front how far I can go. So, now I’ve shared, judge as you will. But please share some of yours. Tops and bottoms both.

Honest answer yes, you're wasting your time. Is that bad or good ? Only you can decide that. If you can be happy with the way things are going then stick with it. If you really need someone to love and share your life with, then move on. It doesn't mean you have to kick him to the road, just look for that person who can share their whole life with you. Who knows maybe after you find him you may both want to share this relationship, maybe not. Cross that bridge when you get there. Just remember be true to yourself, and honest with the guys you are interested in.

I give? I don't eat yogurt, so don't have any idea.

As a top, it depends on the person I'm fucking, and where we are at. I do like it when the bottom is loud though, and I have to cover their mouth , or give them my fingers to suck, or hold their head to my chest so they have something to bite into, me. LOL that just makes me harder, and I fuck harder as well as get more verbal.

How I became a Biker Bitch Part 2 “Now, I have my girlfriend's douche here for you to use” Magnum said, putting two buckets and a plastic bottle on the bar, adding "None of us like a shitty cock, and we’re civil, so we are going to give you the chance, unless you prefer....” He stopped mid-sentence as I walked over to the bar, asking "Really, couldn’t I at least do that in the bathroom?” “Nope. Right there where we can all watch you. You’re our bitch tonight.” I grabbed the buckets. One contained water, the other was empty. I took the buckets and the bottle to the middle of the floor and set the on the floor, resuming my plea “Please guys, this is really...” “Last chance” Magnum said as Jack stood-up. I could see he had pulled his cock out and, in looking around the room, I noticed only Magnum hadn't yet pulled his out. I felt utterly humiliated. Then it occurred to me that the treatment I was receiving was similar to that used at the prison to control prisoners, to break them down make them feel like they are beneath the guards. I found the turn of events difficult: once I humiliated my prisoners, now I was being humiliated. But, knowing I had to move-on, I grabbed the bottle and filled it from the one bucket of water then pushed the nozzle up into my ass. “Do it over the bucket - like you’re squatting” Hambone ordered. I complied, holding it for about a minute and let it flow out into the empty bucket. “Atta a boy” I heard Bill say, “You're a good slut.” I repeated the act several more times until the water, when expelled from my ass, seemed to be flowing cleanly. About then I saw Magnum making a drink. “You done?” he asked, with a grin. I just shook my head, not being able to look him in the eye. He responded “Answer me boy, I asked you a question. And look at me when I speak.” I looked up at him and said, almost in a whisper, “Yes, boss.” He barked in reply “I didn’t hear you. Speak up.” I repeated myself more loudly, although I still could not make eye contact, but with my head raised. “Yes, boss, I’m through.” “Good” he replied, continuing "Now, come have a drink with us before we get started.” I walked to the bar with my head hanging. Hambone slapped me on my bare ass. It stung. “Fuck” I blurted. He just snickered. Magnum hands me a drink. “Here, drink this, it’ll help you to relax.” “What is it I ask?” Just drink it. I promise we don’t want to hurt you. This will help you. We like you, and really want you to be one of us.” I take the drink, and take a sip. It’s Rum and coke, how is that going to help me I wonder. “Good now drink all of it.” he says, so I down the rest of it and sit the glass on the bar. Maybe they are through, and this is over I think to myself. “You’ll be feeling fine in a few minutes, I put something in there for you, so you won’t feel too much pain.” “ I don’t do drugs.” I say. “Ahh, yes, well you do now.” I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Magnum, please I’ll do anything, but I don’t get fucked. I’ll take a beating if that’s what you want. Just please don’t do this to me.” “You heard him.” It’s Jack behind me and he slaps my rear so hard I hit the bar. “He wants it rough.” “NO!, that’s not what I said.” as he shoves me over the bar and slams my head on it. I feel his cock at my hole. PLEASE DON’T!” I yell as he shoves the entire length in at once, without even spit for lube. I feel tears coming to my eyes as I try to catch my breath. “Oh, Damn you’re so tight.” “That feels so good.” Jack just keeps shoving in and pulling out of my ass, turning me into his punk. The guys around us are egging him on. “ Please stop, Please,” I say between pants and gasps of air. He doesn’t ignore me, unfortunately. He jerks my head up by my closely cropped hair, farther than I thought would be possible. “Once I’m in I don’t pull out until I cum.” He says, then slams my head back on the bar. I taste blood again. He moves his hand to the back of my neck and squeezes as he pushes down, making it hard to breath. He says, “FUCK YEAH, HERE IT CUMS FAGOT!” I feel him shoot, and he just keeps going for what seems like an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. I feel myself crying. To be continued. This is going to be a long one for me, and will take me a bit to get it all written for you. Hope I have it in the right forum. 　 　 　

Some recent events, and recent posts on the Breeding zone have prompted me to write a work of fiction. Although, I have used myself as the main character, please remember this is a work of FICTION and any similarity to real people and future events will be argued to be nothing more than pure coincidence. Enjoy. How I became a Biker Bitch Part 1 It’s difficult to believe I’ve come to this. I was a bisexual top only a few days ago, and now, well, maybe I should start at the beginning. A few weeks ago when I went out with my sister to her favorite karaoke bar. I’d been there before, as a matter of fact, I go to all the bars in town. Anyway, this particular night as we were leaving she introduced me to Magnum, the leader of the biker gang which happened to be there that night. He said “Glad to meet you. You’re not drinking?” I’d just stopped a bit earlier, and told him I was driving her tonight, as we were in her car. " Oh, got it" he said, "Good to meet you" and with that he shook my hand. He wasn’t built quite like the other bikers, having a somewhat smallish frame, as opposed the rest of guys in the bike gang, who were generally big guys. I thought this a bit odd. When we get outside I asked my sister why she introduced Magnum to me. She explained that she wanted to know if was he bi. My response, “How the hell should I know?” “Well some of the girlfriends and wives think he is, and everyone knows you are, so they just thought you could tell. Everyone hates his girlfriend 'cause she gets so jealous of anyone, even guys. talk to him. Honestly most of us are hoping Magnum and his girlfriend break-up - she's completely controlling." I responded "Women, are such conniving……” shaking my head, “What business is it of yours, your not even in their club. I mean conspiring against a guy like that. I want no part of it” “But I will say this, if we were at the gay club and the guys kept playing with his rear and crotch like they did here tonight, I’d think they were all gay and he straight.” She laughed and that was the end of it. We started going to each karaoke night at the club. The first couple of weeks only a few of the bikers dropped in, on one Saturday night they all showed up again, including Magnum. I decided to buy him a beer, thinking it would be good to be friendly. I got two beers, and walking over to him, said "Howdy," handing him one of the beers, which he accepted with a broad 'thanks'. Showing him my beer, I remarked “See, I do drink” and with that I strolled-off, thinking "My good deed is done for the night." As the night progresses, everyone got drunk, of course. I had to go take a piss as I walked into the men's room, a biker walked in behind me, taking-up the adjoining urinal. To my surprise he struck-up a conversation asking “You’re Debbi’s brother, aren’t you?” “Well, yes” I replied. Extending his free hand, we clumsily shook hands and he introduced himself saying “I’m Hambone. I’ve heard about you.” “Oh, I hopes it’s not bad.” “I heard you’re a queer.” I replied “Not quite: I’m bi. I do like women.” He clarified "But you do like cock, right?" adding "What do you think of mine? Bet you’d love to suck it for me wouldn’t ya?” With that he turned to show it to me, then,without awaiting my reply, zipped-up and walked out the door. leaving me with my mouth hanging. His cock was a beauty. I could understand why they call him Hambone. While his cock seemed to be of average length, at least when soft, but boy was it thick. I don’t think I could have gotten my mouth around it if I had wanted to. Well I would have tried if he had been serious. LOL. I hadn't had sex with anyone in a long time, and I was just about to go out of my mind with the desire to have physical contact with another person, but I didn't really know what had been stopping me. I washed my hands and returned to the table, and my beer. Debbi and I were sitting at a table with one of the bikers, Mike, and his wife, Linda, as well as a couple other women who are friends of theirs as well as Debbi, who had just been called to the floor for a song when Magnum walked-up and invited me to accompany him out on the patio where a couple of other bikers were gathered. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but figuring the club was a public place, and as I didn’t sense any menace in the invitation, I accompanied him. Once out-side, one of the guys lit-up a joint and started passing it around. While I declined, Magnum opened saying “Some of the guys have talked it over, and we have decided to invite you to join our club.” “Wow, well uh, I’d love to belong to your club, but I’m afraid I don’t qualify. Believe me, you really don’t want me, I’d be an embarrassment. Thanks, though.” “How’s that?” he asked. “I don’t have a bike, nor do I have a good enough job to buy one, or even know how to ride, if I did have a way to buy one. Let alone the fact I used to be a prison guard, and some of your guys are ex-cons, the two don’t normally mix well. Then there's the fact I’m bi, and some of your guys would.…” He interrupted me,“Oh, I didn‘t know you were a guard.” He grinned widely and glanced at the two other bikers passing around the joint. "As for the job, I’m sure one of us can help you find one that pays enough, and I’m sure we can round up a bike you can borrow 'till you can buy one. And we can teach you to ride.” I asked, “Has anyone ever turned you down?” “Nope.” “Oh” I replied, and with that Magnum said “So it’s settled. Sure you don’t want?” offering me the joint again. “No thanks, really.” Magnum resumed by saying “We have a four month probationary period during which time you will be sponsored, so everything your sponsors tells you. You'll ride with them, everywhere they go.” As they finish the joint, and we started inside, and he told the other two guys "There's a meeting at my house after closing to start his initiation" gesturing at me. I looked-on dumbfounded. “I, I, I ah, really don’t know what to say.” Back at the table he told Debbi “Your brother has decided to join our club. I know he was riding with you, but one of us will get him home. He has to be at the meeting after the bar closes.” With that he walked-off. Turning to me Debbi said, “I didn’t know you wanted to join the biker club. You don’t even know how to ride.” “I was drafted. Maybe we should go NOW.” Mike spoke-up, “Oh, it’ll be fine. I’ll watch after him, Debbi.” To which I added “Well, he did offer to help me find a job. I can’t really turn that down. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll give it a shot.” “That’s the spirit” Mike said. I looked-up and saw Hambone talking with one of the bikers who was outside. He saw me, lifted his beer and with a smile, saluted me. Now, I was worried. Mike’s wife rode home with her friends and he drove me to Magnum’s place out in the country. On the way I asked him, “So, what goes on at this initiation anyway?” “It’s different for each guy. Mine was downing a bottle of jack, which I immediately threw up” and he chuckled at the memory as we pulled into the yard. I saw there are several bikes and a few trucks on the property, but not as many as I expected, which I pointed out to Mike. “Oh, yeah, well most of those belong to Magnum. There will only be six to eight guys here.” “Huh - I thought your club was bigger than that” I remarked, looking at him quizzically. “It is. These are the pack leaders, if you will. Or if you prefer club officers. They will initiate you, and then assign sponsors to you who will guide you for the next four months” he explained as he stopped the truck. I got out, but he didn’t. “Aren’t you coming in?” I asked. “Nope, I’m not an officer. They’ll get you home later, or call one of us to do it.” The two guys from the patio were waiting and escorted me inside. "I’m Jack" the larger guy said, "and this is Will." Jack was about six feet tall, tattooed all over. His arms were amazingly large. Frankly his size made me feel very small. Will was also a big guy, has a rough scraggly beard, a few scars on his arms, and also had numerous tattoos. When we entered the house I saw Magnum, Hambone, and three other big guys drinking at a bar in his house. I could smell the joint they were passing around. There was a pool table, a leather couch with a coffee table, and sliding glass doors. Outside I saw an in ground pool. Nice house, I thought to myself. About then I recognized one of the guys as a biker I had met many years earlier at the adult drive-in. All we did was mutual jacking in his car. I was sure it was him, but I couldn't remember his name. Then someone said “Well, I see our new guy is here. Time to started.” Jack and Wills grabbed my arms and I knew there was no way I could break free, but I tried anyway. “What the hell guys? Let me go.” They just laughed. Magnum and the other guys are smiling. “We aren’t going to hurt you” Magnum said, adding "Well, yeah, it’s going to hurt I’m sure, but you’re a cocksucker so you’ll enjoy it. See here's the plan. The boys and I, well, when we found out you were a cocksucker, and then you tell me you were a guard. You sort of picked your own initiation.” “Hell yeah!” Hambone said. I responded “Look guys, if you want me to suck your cocks, fine. I won’t resist, you don’t have to do this” and I gestured in Jack's direction. The guy from the drive-in, who was taking a drag off the joint spoke-up saying “ That’s not all we want, see a couple of us got raped in jail and now it’s payback time.” "Yeah" I heard Will say. I thought to myself What are my options here? I’ve got to talk them out of this - no place I could run to, and no way I could fight them off. “But, I wasn’t the one who did it, and I’ve never....” Then I felt the sting of Jack's huge hand on my face, and tasted blood. Magnum continued "We’ve decided to make it easier on you then they had it. Now we can do this the easy way, and you undress yourself for us like in prison, or....” Jack squeezed my arm and I clenched my teeth in pain. “Okay, Okay” I said. With my acquiescence Jack and Will let me go, and Jack knocked my hat off and slapped me on my ass, knocking slightly forward. “Hee-haw, Cowboy. Show us what you got.” I quickly regained my step. “Get em off, boy, or else, we’re waiting” Hambone said with an evil grin. I heard a chain lock being placed on the door behind me, then Jack and Will took a seat to watch me strip. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor, then went to lift my T-shirt. “Oh, this is taking too long” Jack remarked, and standing-up, he moved towards me. I froze, expecting to be punched. Instead he grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it off me. “Jack, let him do it” called-out one of the guys, to which Jack replied “Okay, Bill” and he resumed his seat. I unbuckled my belt, and reached down to pull off each one boot then the other and then dropped my jeans. Wearing only my underwear and socks, I stood there, hesitating. Magnum barked-out the order “Get them off, everything, even the socks.” So I pulled my underwear down and then removed my socks, and then stood-up, covering my crotch with my hands” feeling rather embarrassed. “Remove the hands. Stand there like you were an inmate” someone ordered. I lowered my hands to my sides. “Good, good. You’re doing so well.” Bill then remarked "That’s such a tiny cock you got there. I can’t see any woman wanting that. No wonder you’re a cocksucker." Of course everyone laughed. “I’m a grower” I responded. "Yeah sure" Hambone said as he unzipped his own jeans. to be continued.

Well it's better than being told at 16 you are an aberrant genetic mutation that probably won't survive to 20, and is most likely sterile. And it fits his definition pretty well I think.

I have managed 5 before, was a very hot night with one of my ex boyfriends. That ws the most I ever achieved in such a short time frame. The first time I cum is what normally takes me the longest. Sometimes as long as an hour, sometimes as short as 20 to 30 minutes. After that I can normally cum again in about 10 to 15 minutes. under normal circumstances I can ussually manage 3.

See in my opinion, if you as bottom are heavy into a fetish, or want to do something in particular. Tell me, I will oblige to te best of my ability while we are in that scene. Outside of that I am still going to treat you with respectand dignity. You want me to beat you till you're bleeding, give a way to know you want to stop, and I'll oblige. You want to be humiliated because of the size of your cock, so be it, just let me know beforehand. on another note, of the very few times I have bottomed, 2 have been with guys with small cocks, I was much easier for me to handle, and even enjoy being fucked. The one was literally 2 inches long, and about 1 in in diameter hard, but he knew how to use it. He bottomed for me many times, a cute little 23 year old bi muscular dude, that I would have loved to have dated, if he could have gotten over his drinking and drug problems. The other was a mexican who was ok,and he was around 3.5 hard. Mine personally I am a grower, so mine starts out barely an inch, but grows to an average size of 6/7 or larger if you get me that excited. Another top friend once talked me into letting him see just how big he could get me from edging and stimulation. In 2 hours he managed me to a painful just under 9 inches that day, he was so excited he then deepthroated me till I came. So maybe, some of you guys just need the right incentive.

Load 8, the new girlfriend I’m late to the party about 15 minutes. Gerald meets me at the gate and reminds me of it. I’m actually the guest of a different host, but that is just how he is. “Well I see you changed shirts”, he says. “By the way, do you know your crotch is wet.” he laughs, and winks at me. as we both walk in and he starts introducing me to people. I won’t go over the details of the party, it‘s not necessary, but it was here I met my next ex. The brother’s sister. I actually asked him for permission to ask her out that night, and he said yes. He told her what a great guy I was, and how good I was in bed. I told her I was bi, earlier in the evening. I do this as a rule, honest and upfront about who I am with potential dates, so she wasn‘t surprised when he told her. That night we wound up staying in his living room on an air mattress. We stayed up and talked, I gave her a back massage. We kissed, I helped her out of her costume, she helped me out of my shirt. We laid down on the mattress, she was naked, and I tossed my hat on the couch, kicked my boots and socks off, then shucked my jeans. We laid their embracing each other for a few minutes just kissing and feeling each other close. I had never really been one into a person’s odor myself, but I noticed hers, as I nibbled oh her ear, I also inhaled the smell of her hair. I licked down her neck and she giggled and said “that tickles.” but she didn’t ask me to stop. I gently sucked on her neck for a few minutes, not enough to leave marks, as my hands were roaming other places. I used the tips of my fingers to barely touch her thighs and stroke them ever so lightly. I then with just my tongue, worked my way down to her nipples, which were fully erect. She was moaning as I took each nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. I brought my hands up to her breasts and gently caressed them as I sucked, and made swirls with my tongue on just the very tip of each as I switched between the two. She had wonderful breasts, She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me as tight as she could against her breast as her moans turned to gasping and her body got tense against mine then she trembled. When she relaxed some I worked my tongue down her abdomen, lingering around her bellybutton, just swirling my tongue around it for a bit, then moved on down to the inside of her thigh, as she spread her legs wider for me. As my tongue was caressing her inside thighs, my fingers were tracing circles on her outside thighs. She kept shifting positions getting very restless. Her breathing went back to gasping, and she saying oh, oh, oh,. I moved my tongue up to her pussy, which was dripping. I breathed in her aroma, and licked the fluids at the edge, then worked my tongue inside, she tensed again and trembled. Then she reached down and grabbed my head and said “stop it, I cant take any more.” So I stopped, and went back up to her mouth and kissed her, and pulled her close and held her in my arms. I was as hard as ever, but I was also worn out. We drifted off to sleep with her head laying on my chest. The next morning she awoke before me. Well only a couple of minutes at most. I felt her kiss on my cheek, and awoke. “Good morning”, she said. We had managed to loose the cover during the night and were both lying there naked. “Uhm, good morning”, I replied. She was nestled up with my arm around her, playing with my chest hair. As I became more awake the sensations were turning me on big time. I started licking her earlobe, then she said, you’re definitely horny this morning as she reached down and grabbed my hard cock. She pulled away from me and smiled a devilish grin at me, as she jacked my cock up and down. Then she moved down and started sucking me, just the head at first, then slowly taking all of my cock in her mouth. She sucked me fro a few minutes then looked up at me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back up to my mouth and kissed her. She climbed on top of my chest, and I slid down where my tongue could reach her pussy, and stated using it to get her all wet, I could taste her fluids leaking out, and she started breathing really hard. And then she backed away from my tongue. “Ahhh”, I said she positioned her pussy over my cock and lowered herself on to me. Her turn to say “Awww“ as she started bouncing up and down on my cock. The feelings were ecstatic, her pussy was so tight, it gripped my cock like she was wearing gloves, and she was so slick it was sending chills up my spine making it hard for me to concentrate. Watching her breast bounce, I reached up to cup them. This was about the time the brother and his boyfriend Gerald walked in on us. The brother just said “well’ I see you two hit it off.” Gerald’s response was, “no way, I can’t watch this, neither can you, that’s just wrong in so many ways.” You can’t watch her, with him, well her, that’s just wrong, she’s your sister.“ as he pulled the brother back into the other room. The brother was laughing at him. She continued ridding me without missing a beat. I could feel her cum running down my cock, and I started thrusting up to meet her it took me a few minutes to cum. And she got a look of bliss in her face, I’m sure I must have had too. I could hear from the other room, Gerald yelled, “we’re putting coffee on when you two get done let us know.” She just laid down on me and kissed me , with my still hard cock inside her. We pulled the covers over us and stayed that way till it softened and slipped out. I dated her for a year, and even asked her to marry me. I would up calling the cop a couple of weeks into dating, and telling him I had started dating again, and wouldn’t be over again. He was disappointed, but understood. She had said I could sleep with guys, but no other women when we started dating, then changed her mind several months into the relationship to only if we play together. I never fucked the brother again, and can say for certain I never will for any reason, he was part of what broke us up. He kept lying to her, telling her I was screwing around on her, but she was the only one I had sex with that whole time. She was also the last person I had sex with June 19, 2009 at 11 pm.

Hey, you just described me in nicer terms than the quacks I once had as doctors. Thanks, I never thought of myself as my own race before.

But reading responses from most of the bottoms in this and other threads, that would appear to be how most bottoms want to be treated. I understand though. I like those I date to be equal, and try to treat them that way. Now a fuckbud, I'll go with what turns them on, and makes them want my cock more. A random bottom, like at a bathhouse, I am more likely to not care.

Load 7 the cop Damn, I’m hungry, and my balls are aching, sort of like someone‘s squeezing them. Actually the slight pain is making me stay semi-hard. It’s already 3 pm, and I still have to go by my workplace and pick up something for my mom, then to the house, shower, let the dog out, and get back over to the cop’s house as I promised, and be at the Party’s by 7. No way, maybe I should call the cop and cancel. But I promised, and I always do my best to keep any promise I make, fuck, I wished I hadn’t done that, and he is such a good guy, and a hot kinky fuck. I call my neighbor from work, and he agrees to let the dog out for me, I grab an extra shirt I left there a few days ago, that still has a faint odor of cologne. I stop by a drive in burger place(didn’t think I should name it) then head on over to the cop’s house. I get there about 4:30. The cop answers the door nude as usual, when I show up. About the cop, I started fucking him shortly after I and my ex broke up. I Met him thru craiglist, he told me up front how he likes to be treated, and has such a sweet tight ass. He’s older than me at 45, muscular, and very masculine. He had just divorced his wife of 20 years, she got the kids, he kept the house and his drug habit. I found out he was a cop by accident the first time I fucked him. He forgot to close his closet door and I saw the uniform, complete with his badge, and real name. He was so afraid I’d tell someone, but I assured him I’m not like that. He’s a man in transition, from the life he had to another darker one that he now desires. I was the first to ever fuck him, and the tweaked out bastard loved it. “I was worried you weren’t going to show.” I can tell he’s high again, he has that twitchiness, and jerky movements, my 2nd ex bf had when he was . “I promised I’d be here.“ I say. We get into the bedroom and I tell him, “I can’t make any promises on how well I’ll perform though, I’ve already had sex several times.” He’s got the trannie porn on again, and it’s not a turn on for me. He likes his porn life size, it’s on a 72 inch screen. “Oh, oh, I know.” he opens a drawer and pulls out an unopened Aeros , and starts tearing the plastic off and hands it to me. “What’s this?” here let me show you with this one, and he grabs a second one that is laying on the dresser. He giggles, “I was going to try and use them both together , it feels so good it rubs your prostate, and just here under your balls and its shaped to stay in, I love it.” He’s grinning at me. “So you want me to wear this.” “well it will keep you hard. And it would turn me on big time having your smell, and thinking it was you when I do use it.” Shaking my head no,“ You are one kinky…Ok, I’ll try it.” and I laugh at the thought that I’m going to be fucking myself while I’m fucking him. Oh, this day is just getting wilder by the second. He climbs on the bed, takes a hit of poppers, and watches as I pull my belt out of my jeans, then remove my shirt button by button. Then I drop my jeans and slip them over my boots and throw them to him so he can sniff them, then he starts sucking on them. This and watching me strip always seems to turn him on so much. I don’t know why, my body is nothing especially compared to his, but it’s his fantasy. I think of all the guys he must have watched strip in jail, then the ones I watched as a guard. I go up to his face, and ask him you sure you don’t want to suck this today, it’s been in pussy and other guys holes?” “No I just want to smell, and he does, rubbing his face all over my crotch, and then up to my arm pits, then he licks my pits and inhales the rank aroma. He lets out a sigh takes another hit of poppers and says “I’m so ready.” “Turn around you little whore.” I say as I pick up my belt. I see the scars from our last session, and wonder what the guys at the gym, or work must think when they see bruises, and his otherwise perfect ass, all beat like this, as I deliver the first blow. My belt is leather belt that has a narrow stainless strap that wraps around either edge, so when it hits it always leaves a whelp. “You filthy little bitch.” Smack, smack, he whimpers as I beat his ass. “You ‘re nothing but a worthless little cumhole for men.” I deliver another hit, this time actually catching his balls and he screams in agony. But he doesn’t ask me to stop. “I’m sorry daddy.” he says. As I hit him again, and again. He’s crying and whimpering. His ass is red, and has definite cuts from the steel in my belt. I deliver another blow. “ Well Daddy’s going to teach you a lesson son.” “Please daddy don’t do that to me, I’ll be a good boy I promise.” I hit him again. “I’m going to fuck you’re little hole till you bleed boy.” “Now get down here.” As he turns around, he says “Thank you daddy, I’ll be good.’ tears are running down his face, and he takes a hit of poppers. I let him watch as I insert the areos, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I climb up behind him grab a towel that is lying on the bed and put it beside me. I spit on my cock and shove it in. He yells. “Shut up you little faggot”, and I slap his side, leaving another hand print. I lean over him and put my arm around his throat as I fuck him. I feel the effects of the aeros in my own hole and against my very sore nuts. Every time I thrust into his tight hole it makes me gasp, and is difficult to concentrate on the cop. I whisper in his ear between gasps and grunts. “You like that don’t you bitch.” He’s sobbing and doesn’t answer me. I reach down and slap his side again. “Answer me bitch, tell me are ready for Daddy’s cum?” I am pounding his ass as hard as I can, and feel my nuts drawing up between the pain I feel, and the areos, and the feeling of our sweaty skin making us slick and that tight hole milking my cock, well he was right. I came in his hole big time. “Yeah, you feel that boy? I just gave you my seed.” And I keep pumping until I start going soft. So I just lay across his back for a minute with my cock in him till it slips out. “ Thank you” he says. I sit back up remove the areos and wipe the sweat off. I look at his hole some of my cum is leaking out mixing with the sweat and blood as it does. “You ok?” I ask the cop. He’s stopped sobbing and sits up on the edge of the bed. “ Oh, yes. Thank you.” I get my jeans. “You really soaked them this time you know.”, I say. “Speaking of, would you piss on me before you leave.” he asks. “If that is what you want.” After I get my jeans back on, he leads me down the hall to the bathroom and he climbs in the tub. I needed to piss anyway, and was going to ask him. I let loose a stream on his hairy chest, and he moves his head so he can catch it in his mouth. He is one damn handsome man I think to myself as I notice just how bruised he is, and that his cock is getting hard. I feel really bad about the bruises, I don’t really want to hurt him, but it is what turns him on. As I finish pissing. I stand and watch as he jacks off and cums. It’s a huge load, he licks it up. I notice the clock on the wall 6:30, damn I’m cutting this close. “I’m going to have to go guy, but can I clean up a little before I do.” Sure,” and he gets up and grabs a washrag and towel out of the cabinet. “You can shower if you want.” I really don’t have time so I just wet the rag drop my jeans, and wipe myself down all over, so I don’t smell quite so rank, at least to me. He stands there watching and talks as I do so. I dry off a bit, and say thanks. We walk back to the bedroom where I get my shirt and he walks me to the door. When I get to my truck I reach into the center console and grab the deodorant I keep there, and the other shirt. He stands there watching me with another erection. I think to myself that’s pretty brazen considering his neighbors are less than 10 ft away, all they would have to do is walk outside. I’ll see you next time he says as I climb in my truck and drive to the party. to be continued

Well months in your wallet can lead to breakage, so if you do use it, and it happens, well at least you tried Speaking from personal experience.

Interesting thread. I do know that most viruses, incluing hiv have a very limited ph range they can live in. There are certain people who have genetic issues that can throw blood ph out of that range, but its more dangerous than if you did get hiv. So I wonder if would actually be possible to change the ph level in the rectum enough without harming you ?

This is one I would definitely have to think about, and trust my partner. If they are in love with me and willing to fill my needs, I will try to do the same for them. Fortunately for me bottoms don't normally ask that of a top.