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http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=xaSlF-G348-#.U697LrHb5as

oops, sorry, can you delete the high-jacking posts?

Very hot story!

I wouldn't be ashamed to utter please breed me!

great story!

Since there's no "like" button here - how about one that says "I've got wood"

I've done a bit of play on camera, always turned on by it. If someone had a secret camera set up, i would want to find out about it after it was all over and would want to be given a copy or told where it was going to be posted. If it were being live streamed, I would expect that i be aware ahead of time. If i was to be blurred or edited/cropped, i'd at least want to know it was out there. This would just piss me off - "how about bringing that phone over here so I can shove it up your cunt you rude piece of shit.."

I watched this movie, which was actually under 15 minutes. I agree with the sentiments of others that "Chaser" does not fit the film. The scene at the end can be interpreted a couple of different ways. Clearly, the doorman admired the main character but, did he admire him because he found him attractive? wanted to be like hiim having this connection to so many others? the doorman had participated and enjoyed the sexual experience with him so much that he wanted more - even to the point of wanting some type of relationship. The main character liked the doorman. Did he see him as being smart, funny/cheerful, intelligent or oddly interesting? The main character wasn't eager to take him up on his offer of coffee, but he wasn't dismissive either. (he is portrayed in this way) but was interested in nothing more than a casual acquaintance?

There are far too many unanswered questions with this story. I'm with JizzDumpWI. On Mount Everest? But with internet...and accessing BreedingZone. If help is really needed, there are many that would gladly be a resource, but this is not something for playing games with.

Personally, if i'm at a club and there's a hot bottom in a sling for use, i want something a little more interesting that just to be its fuckstick. Who's being used for satisfaction here? Now, if i found him wearing one of those chastity devices, he had an interesting piercing, nipple rings, etc. that would provide me with a little added entertainment. I like to admire a nice boy, exploring him, unwrapping him - so a jock is just going to invite me to see what is underneath. I'm pretty confident in my oral skills so I'd have you blowing your wad before your cock even reached the back of my throat - leaving me perhaps amused but still a bit disappointed and i'd be on to the next one. And sometimes I like to just sample all the available merchandise so may leave and return for more later. If you really want to improve your ability to please a top, work on your ability to hold back - don't really know how I learned to do that but have always been able to do it by instinct. Practice "edging"

I just found the site this week (by referral) and enjoyed it very much. In a way, it's like Facebook if it was XXXrated and for pigs!

A piggy heart/soul makes one a pig, not the activities you participate in, so feeling like a pig or recognizing a pig in others varies from person to person. But that's just my opinion.

I guess what i was meaning was more along the lines of if i (or other big dick guy) were in a group (of 2 or 20) - regardless of what I (or BDG) really wanted (such as to be the bottom on a given day) somebody would be trying to stuff their hole with the big dick. So largely relegated to position based on size. But, in any case, we adapt. Just offering a perspective that may sometimes be overlooked.

Had a guy ("E") that i used to play with often before I knew my status. He was going through a divorce and we met on one of those telephone chat lines when he responded to an add my partner and I had put on for 3somes. I was first to fuck him and since I've never been a rubber wearer, I would always fuck bare and pull out. His cock was not large but it was very hard and eager for attention - i was always happy to deepthroat him and that drove him wild. I gave him the same attention that I would give a 9" stud and loved his cum-for some reason even more so knowing he had fathered 3 boys. I trained his delicious ass well - I would eat it and he'd be squirming and backing up to take me inside him. After my partner and I split, "E" and I continued to see each other. My partner even vindictively phoned his wife to let her know what was going on between us. Regardless, "E" made it clear to me that he had fallen for me and was mine if i would have him after the divorce was final. After a 12 year relationship I really wasn't interested in being tied down and just wanted to be a single at the time. I moved to another side of town and we continued to see each other but less frequently. He was working much more and I would hear from him about every 2-3 months when he was wanting some play (usually asking if he could stop by "to see me" on his way home from work an hour or two later). I never told him no, but I was playing the field and he knew it. When we did get together, we still had a great time and even took a couple of weekend trips together. This was really the only time in my life that I had ever "dated" different guys. A few months later, I was diagnosed because of an infection. I told him and he still came by to spend time with me but obviously I was not up for play. Months later though, I was doing fine and he and I picked up where we left off - from my perspective we were friends with benefits. I now had a new group of playmates - all of them were poz and were fucking each other and swapping loads. My next sexual encounter with "E" started much as it always had - before long my face buried in that plump hairy ass of his. But wait, I thought, I couldn't fuck him any longer he knows i'm poz! But he was squirming and began sliding face down to position himself under me, making it clear he needed my cock. I obliged - thinking i would fuck until it was time to cum and pull out. I loved his tight warm hole as always and he could tell from my breathing that I was reaching climax. I was always very good with judging when to pull out, but about 3" inches of my cock was still inside of him as I began to spill my (now toxic) seed - I pulled out as quickly as possible but there was definitely venom that had spilt into him. Neither of us said nothing, but i knew and could tell he knew. I didn't intend to do it, but he put me at ease by rolling onto his back curled up next to me on the bed and we began kissing so deep that it was breath exchange. He began to jack his cock, cuddling with my arms around him and laying halfway across my lap with his hairy ass tucked against my softening cock. When he reached the point he was ready to cum, i quickly got my arm from under him bent over to drink his cum as he pumped. We kissed and cuddled some more as we drifted off. We saw each other less and less frequently after that and we never spoke of it. I usually see and talk with him briefly at a local annual festival - he has a partner, is doing well and seems to be happy. I think that even after all these years if we had a discrete opportunity we'd be fucking.

That's just nasty - hot.

It was 1990 and I was seeing a guy but we didn't live together (he was in the middle of leaving his partner in a very ugly split). I had a roommate that was a bathhouse whore. Followed his guidance and went to the bathhouse on weekend when I was unable to see my guy. I never told him, but years later when we were actually living together we went to the baths together every chance we got. In fact, he loved me being a whore...he just wanted to control my activities more than I felt was necessary (another story). But, at that time, having just split from a partner with AIDS, i would never have knowingly even considered playing with someone that was poz. The one bathhouse attendant and I got to be close and were attracted to each other. We spent down time talking and playing video games. When his shift was over, he came by the open door to my room and was quite welcome to come in--it wasn't our first session. We enjoyed playing together - our cocks were pretty much equal in size and both of us were versatile. I would BB guys at the club (back then, IT was called Club Columbus) but I did not cum in them and would allow them to BB me with the same expectation. The attendant and I would switch off fucks and that night/early morning ended with him fucking me. We were resting for a bit until my room time was up, i'd go home and see him the next weekend. I checked out (he was able to just stay in the room since he worked there and would be on duty again in a couple of hours cleaning the facility). I went home to discover Dean's creamy jizz leaking from my ass. I panicked and started douching frantically and told myself things would be ok. Medical professionals would say later that probably made infection easier). Years later, when i was diagnosed, i thought back and realized that-although perhaps unintentionally-Dean had bred me. Reflecting on my status after diagnosis with AIDS (High VL & Low Tcells), and the circumstances under which it happened, I was glad it was Dean. Our sex was amazing and we had a deep connection to each other in that moment. The Fuck Flu - yeah, i had it. And from the same bath house i would also later have gonorrhea and Hepatitis A from rimming the hottest guy in the place for hours one night (about 1995). I saw Dean working at a big box store about 5 or 6 years ago. I'm not sure if he recognized me. I considered going back to ask him for a recharge.

It was 1990 and I was seeing a guy but we didn't live together (he was in the middle of leaving his partner in a very ugly split). I had a roommate that was a bathhouse whore. Followed his guidance and went to the bathhouse on weekend when I was unable to see my guy (never told him). Years later when we were actually living together we went to the baths together every chance we got. At that time, having just split from a partner with AIDS, i would never have knowingly even considered playing with someone that was poz. The one attendant and I got to be close and were attracted to each other and we spent down time talking and playing a video game. When his shift was over he came by the open door to my room and was quite welcome to come in. It wasn't our first session. We enjoyed playing together - our cocks were pretty much equal in size and both of us were versatile. I would BB guys but did not cum in them and would allow them to BB me with the same expectation. The attendant would switch off fucks and that night/early morning ended with him fucking me. We were resting for a bit until my room time was up, i'd go home and see him the next weekend. I checked out (he was able to just stay in the room since he worked there and would be on duty again in a couple of hours cleaning the facility). I went home to discover Dean's creamy jizz leaking from my ass. I panicked and started douching frantically and told myself things would be ok. Years later, when i was diagnosed, i thought back and realized that Dean had bred me - although perhaps unintentially. Reflecting on my status, and the circumstances under which it happened, I was glad it was Dean. Our sex was amazing and we had a deep connection to each other in that moment. The Fuck Flu - yeah, i had it. And from the same bath house i would also later have gonorrhea and Hepatitis A from rimming the hottest guy in the place for hours one night. I saw Dean working at a big box store about 5 or 6 years ago. I'm not sure if he recognized me. I considered going back to ask him for a recharge.

But i would appreciate if you (or someone) would suck them back out.

Well....if you really must!

Was this you? Did it define your sexual position? What happened when a bigger boy came in?

Even though i don't get the opportunity to perform in each role an equal number of times, at my core I feel that equally bottom and top. If i'm attracted to a top, i'm a bottom. If i'm attacted to a bottom, i'm a top. If i'm attracted to a versatile, it's hard to say what all we're going to get into. Which actually brings up something that was a pet peeve for a long time but i've since just "learned to love the bomb" and figured out that i'm unable to teach those pigs to sing. In the old days bottom and top had totally different meanings than today. A "top" was an active participant or ACTIVE. A "bottom" was a passive recipient or PASSIVE. Whether you were into fucking, sucking, pissing, or any other activity was defined in another way. Fucking was "Greek" and sucking "french" So today's run of the mill "Top" would have been a Greek active, and a "Bottom" a Greek passive. "The more you know."

I wonder if it is the more top-ish of us versatile guys that are concerned with being clean to the point of polished? If i suspect i'll be majorly on the receiving end - i'll spend a couple hours cleaning out with at minimum 3 water bottles filled to bulging until running clear. Call me obsessive

A few years ago a guy I was chatting with online was telling me how much he desired piss play and we arranged to meet when he got to town. For two weeks, i visited several busy and sometimes cruisy restrooms on campus with a jock strap in my pocket. I used it to wipe the front of each urinal and toilet, looking especially for the ones with dried yellow stripes down the front. The crystalized piss smelled sweetly strong. He loved the trophy I presented him with following our session.