evilqueerpig

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What he hit was your second sphincter

I'm not capable of monogamy, so any partner would need to be as SLUTTY as me for it to work.

I hit a local ABS last Friday. Making my way around the booths, I spotted a HOT Black man leaning against the wall. Ever the SLUT, I approached him and place my hand on his crotch, immediately I felt a stirring there. "You like Black cock?" he asked, shoving his hand down the back of my shorts and fingering my hole. "I like all cock, but I LOVE Black cock! Nuthin's better!" "That's a New York accent I hear." he said. "Fuckin A!" I responded, "Brooklyn to be specific. Moved down here 12 years ago to escape the winters and I was also running out of men." Still fingering my hole he said, "Damn, that's one sweet white booty. Guess you left Brooklyn before I got a chance to tap that ass. Mind if I ask you something?" Feeling his cock throb, I replied, "Ask anything you want, I rarely say no!" With a dazzling smile, he asked, "How would you like to have five Black cocks?" Licking my lips, I replied, "Bring them on! The more the piggier! Just one thing you need to know, I'm strictly bareback and no pulling out!" "Fuck!" he exclaimed, "If you're as freaky as I think you are, I can see why you were running out of men. Me and four of my buds drove down from Brooklyn for a long weekend. They're back at the motel right now and I just came here to scope out this place. Like you, we're all strict barebackers and no pulling out, also, we're all POZ and three of us are versatile. If you want to join us, I'll call my crew and run it by them." "Call them now!" I demanded, "We're wasting precious piggy time! If they're agreeable, my car's in the lot and I can follow you." Grabbing his cellphone from his pocket, he hit a contact. "Are all you guys in one room? Good, put this on speaker phone so you can all hear what I'm about to say. I found a pig from Brooklyn who's a freak for Black cock and strictly bareback, just like us. Yea, he knows we're all POZ and he's cool with it." Interrupting his conversation, I said, "I'm POZ too!" "Did you hear that?" he asked over the phone. "Let me ask him. Do you party? If not, do you mind if we do?" "Hell yeah, I party!" I said. "We'll see you in twenty minutes." he said as he ended the call. We left the ABS together and since his truck was parked two spaces away from my car, following him was no problem. I parked next to him and he led me to the motel room. Inside were four more HOT Black men, all naked and all with identical Bio Hazard tats on their upper thighs. "Let's get naked too and get this party stared!" my new friend said. Seconds later, we were both naked and I saw that he also had a Bio Hazard tat. One of the guys passed around a bag with Cialis and a bottle of water to wash it down with. Next, we each put a hit of X under our tongues. At the urging of my new friend, I turned around and showed the guys my ass. "Hot!" "Fuckable!" was the general consensus from the group as they fondled my butt. Once the Cialis took effect, I noticed that all of them were impressively endowed, the smallest cock a thick eight inches and the largest tenand a half inches with a slight curve. "Let's blow some clouds!" one of them said, producing a loaded pipe and a torch. One by one, each guy sat next to me, took a hit from the pipe and shotgunned with me. It wasn't long before I was totally tweaked. Before the inevitable fucking started, I made an announcement. "If you guys don't think it's too freaky, I want you all to feed me your chempiss!" "You'll have to share with me!" the guy with the biggest cock said. Pointing at the guy with the eight inch cock, I said, "You'll be first in my ass! In situations like this, spit is my preferred lube, so someone will rim my ass while I get your cock nice and slick!" I laid back on the bed and sucked the eight incher down my throat, while another guy shoved his tongue deep into my hole. Five minutes later, the first guy slowly squeezed his cock up my hole as I sucked the next one who would breed me. Periodically, someone would piss down my throat and they were all amazed that I never spilled a drop. One by one, all five fucked me and my ass was making squishy noises. When the guy with the biggest cock pulled out, we agreed it was time to chill. Naturally, we wound up chatting about Brooklyn and as it turned out, they all live in the same neighborhood where I grew up. The pipe was passed around again and another round of fucking began. Aside from someone going out for a food run, we spent the entire weekend partying and fucking. None of us bothered to shower and their funk only turned me on more. Given the haze of the chems, I can't be certain, but I'm fairly sure I took a good fifty loads of POZCUM up my ass. When it was time for me to go, they unanimously proclaimed me "Number One Freak" and said they hoped to do this again. I LOVE being a PIG!

I've always believed in the old adage, "nothing ventured, nothing gained".....so when I see a guy I want, I'm far from shy. Why take a chance on missing out on a great fuck and possibly, a great guy?

Deliciously twisted!

Embrace your newfound freedom and live life on your own terms.

I've NEVER had a condom on/in me......if it's not bareback, it's not fucking.......and it's not happening!

Welcome to Breeding Zone. IMHO, there's not a better site to be found. Hopefully, someone here will get to take your cherry.

For me, physical traits are secondary to a man who knows what he wants and that he wants it from me!

If you're willing to be verbal yourself, you might get him to "fuck your faggot ass!"

I'm merely a SLUT and not an authority on sex, yet it seems to me that Eeyore is seriously lacking in self esteem and/or self confidence. For some reason, he might feel he has nothing to offer a man sexually and after that long a dry spell, he has become content with his celibacy.

How can anyone help but smile when with you?

Speaking for myself, I thank RawTop for creating this site. Between the threads, forums, blogs, groups and other features, it keeps me CUMMING back for more!

Granted, I can stand to lose quite a few pounds, nevertheless, it doesn't change who I am as a man. If you'd like a way to overcome your own issues with body image, see yourself in my eyes while your cock is breeding my hole.

Every man is entitled to his own opinions and preferences, so rather than judge what others have written here, I'll simply relate my own experiences. As a child of the 60's in Brooklyn, New York, I grew up with my own set of prejudices. I knew I was QUEER at an early age, but it wasn't until I fully embraced my sexuality that I realized I needed to shed my biases and see only people and not their ethnicities. Given my SLUTTY nature, I never really "dated" but when I "hooked up" with a man, it was and is about the man and not the color of his skin or how hot his cock or ass is. For 10 years, I was partnered in an "open relationship", but my ex had a "white guys only" policy when it came to sex, though he had friends of all colors. Over the years, I've had numerous fuck buds and two men who were more, because our feelings were deeper than sex. To be specific, one of those men I loved like a brother and he returned those feelings. Like me, he was versatile, kinky and PIGGY and after months of chatting online, we finally met and we clicked in that first moment. The fact that he was black was a nonissue, he was a sweet man and our first kiss was electric. He was nicely hung, just a shade under 10" and that first time he fucked me, it was as if he knew how to slowly slide into my ass and his cock felt at home inside of me. To this day, I've never tasted a sweeter hole than his and there have been hundreds, if not thousands. More than once, I'd rimmed him to climax. With him, it was piggy and passionate and the man knew how to kiss. We'd felch and snowball and spend hours making out and snuggling. Going back to an earlier poster, black men do have their own musk and it's particularly strong in their pubes and pits. In conclusion, when I turn a man down, it's because he's a jerk and that's the only reason.

The largest PA I got fucked with was a 00Ga.....and the top also had a "ladder" and scrotal piercings......awesome sensations!

As someone who's NEVER had a condom on/in me, HIV was merely inevitable. When I was diagnosed, I knew it wouldn't really change my life. Being POZ doesn't define me, but we're all individuals, so let's not judge those who don't share our opinions.

Get out of the relationship ASAP. If you can't trust the guy, don't risk getting hurt.

I got into watersports accidentally. Hooked up with a hot Latino at NYC Pride. Went back to his place where we sucked/fucked, smoked some weed and polished off two 6 packs. The next morning, I went to wake him up with a blowjob, but his bladder opened before his eyes. At first, he freaked, but I clamped down on his pissing cock and didn't let go until he was drained. He said that he'd never done it and I told him that it was my first time, but definitely not my last. Yes, it was strong and bitter, but I loved the taste. I drank from his tap a few more times before leaving and on my way home to Brooklyn, I stopped off and bought a yellow hanky.

Back when I lived in Brooklyn, LURE was my haunt. Always flagged yellow and earned my rep as a pisspig. Didn't need the restroom to drink from the tap. I miss those bad old days.

Play with the hot guy first...then arrive at the piggy party fashionably late....to paraphrase the old adage, you can have your ass and fuck it too!

Sounds like you had a personal triumph. Do you still want him to fuck you?

I came out in the Summer of 1977.....had a brief fling with my first man who taught me the joys of versatility and since then, I've NEVER had a condom on/in me. Even after HIV/AIDS reared it's ugly head, I refused to give up being a bareback pig. To me, if it's not bareback, it's not fucking. NYC was paradise for those who declined to heed the warnings and condoms were rarely used and status rarely discussed in the baths and other sex clubs. Figured the roll of the dice would catch up with me and sure enough, on Friday August 13th, 1999, I was diagnosed POZ. I've always lived my life on my own terms and that will never change. Now, being POZ is no longer a death sentence, merely a life sentence.