davescott1125

Finally got around to continuing this story - Part 4 The combination of the all the alcohol, pain medication, the poppers, Maximum Impact, plus the emotional/sexual overload from feeling John’s toxic load pumped deep in my ass, pushed me into a trance. When I slowly returned to consciousness, I could feel John’s hard cock pressing against my butt cheeks. He had an arm wrapped around me and was alternating between playing with my nipples and playing with my cock and balls. “How long have I been out of it?”, I asked John. “About 20 minutes. How are you feeling?”, John asked. “I still feel the alcohol and the high from the pain pill, but the high from the other things has worn off.” John got up off the bed and helped me sit up. He reached into his bag and took out a bottle of Gatorade, handing it to me. “Drink up. You need to keep yourself hydrated. Is the evening meeting your expectations?” “This is way above anything I imagined. The intensity of it was unreal.” As I sat there drinking the Gatorade I noticed that my cock was rock hard. It was bobbing up and down as if was shaking it’s head in agreement. “From the moment I began sucking your gorgeous cock, until you were pumping your load deep in my ass, all I could think about was your cock and my ass. I forgot all about my cock and my own orgasm. It was like my ass was the only source of my pleasure. My cock and balls ceased to exist.” John smiled. “Good. I am glad you enjoyed it. You found the symbol cleverly disguised in my tattoo. Are you still okay with me shooting my load deep in you?” “YES! It is so freeing! The fear is completely gone. I feel free to give into all my fantasies and desires now without fear or guilt.” John reached down and cupped my smooth shaved ball sack in his hand and began to slowly squeeze and release my balls, like he was pumping them up. “It is time for another decision. You wanted my raw cock in your ass and you gave into your desire. You fantasized about a Poz cock shooting deep in you. You suspected that I was Poz and you had many opportunities to stop throughout the day, yet decision after decision that you made brought you closer to realizing your fantasy. Yes I am Poz and I stopped my meds about 9 months ago so I have a high viral load. Right now my toxic cum is slowly being absorbed into your body. The grain alcohol and the pain pill dissolved in it will have slightly irritated the lining of your ass, so absorption of my cum is easier. You can lay here and sleep for a few hours until the alcohol has worn off then safely drive home. You have 24 to 48 hours to get to a clinic and start on Post Exposure meds to keep you from becoming Poz. You can also choose to continue playing some more tonight and see how much more thrilling the night can be. Decision time.” John’s gentle squeezing of my balls had my cock rock hard and throbbing. It was bobbing up and down, YES, YES, YES. The thought of John’s toxic cum seeping into my blood was making my ass tingle. I had plenty of time to get to a clinic and start meds. What would it hurt to play some more? “Will I get another load of your toxic cum deep in my ass?” “Yes, if you decide to continue playing tonight, and probably some loads from others if you want. They may or may not be Poz ones. Decision time.” I am sure John knew what my decision was going to be, but putting the choice on me a step at a time built the desires and slowly gnawed away at any logical thoughts. “I want to get fucked some more”, I said. I had finished the bottle of Gatorade. John opened another bottle and poured some more into my empty bottle. Then he pulled out a cock ring and proceeded to put it on over my cock and balls. “The pain pill will be wearing off in another hour or so, and the alcohol will also be wearing off. You are free to play just the way you are, but you seem to really enjoy being high. I have something to enhance the experience if you want. Decision time.” John held out a blue pill, which I knew was a Viagra. He also had a small vial with a clear liquid that he was poised to add to my Gatorade. I had taken Viagra before, so I had no concerns. I had no idea what the other stuff was but the thought of a repeat of being aware of nothing but a cock in my ass was driving my decision. The cock ring was accentuating my shaved cock and balls and my cock was bobbing up and down. John watched as I looked down at my bobbing cock. Then I looked up at John, staring directly into his eyes. He knew that my cock had answered for me. With a big smile John poured a little of the clear liquid into my Gatorade and swirled it around to mix it. He held the Gatorade bottle and the Viagra out to me. “Decision time.”. I could take the Viagra with a little sip of the Gatorade. Then I could see how the stuff in the Gatorade affected me. What would it hurt to just take a little bit of it? Once I knew how it affected me, I could drink a little more if I wanted to or stop and dump it down the drain. As I shifted my weight sitting on the bed, I felt something bump against my leg. It was the soda bottle with the cotton balls and poppers. John had a huge smile on his face as he watched me grab the soda bottle. Unscrewing the top, I shoved it up my right nostril and took a huge hit, I held it in for a few seconds then shoved it up my left nostril and took another huge hit. I put the top back on as I held in the second hit. Then as the rush hit I took the Viagra and Gatorade bottle from John. I popped the Viagra into my mouth and then a huge drink of the Gatorade. As soon as I swallowed it down, I raised the bottle to my lips again and quickly gulped the rest of it down. John had grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He grabbed my bottle with the poppers in one hand and grabbed my rock hard cock with his other one. With a little tug from him I stood up. Opening the door to the room he said, “Let’s go play”.

Wow. It has been 3 years since I wrote this. Time to write another chapter.

I used to get burns on my nostrils but came up with a solution that not only solved the burn problem but increased the rush. We all know it is the vapors that we want. I clean out a plastic soda bottle and allow it to thouroughly dry out. You don't want any moisture in it. Then I take a piece of paper towel and put it in the bottle. Then using an eye dropper I get liquid from my brown bottle and put it in my soda bottle, saturating rhe paper towel, then put the cap on tight. You can feel the bottle expand as the vapors fill it. With no free liquid you can take hits in any position with no spilling. The huge volume of vapors allows for massive hits. Use caution. Just add a liquid as needed to keep the paper towel moist. I have used the same bottle for over a year.

I was in my late 20s when I sucked my first cock. Even though I enjoyed eating my own cum out of my wife's/girlfriends pussy, I was late 30s before I sucked a guy to completion and swallowed his cum.

I have made my cock bleed a couple of times from inserting things up my piss tube. As I get turned on by fantasies of destroying my cock, making it useless, seeing red on whatever I have inserted turns me on more.

So how did your wife take you castrating yourself? I banded both my cock and balls a year ago when my wife was out of town. I got drunk and high. I decided I was ready for my fantasies to become reality. I began drinking straight 150 proof vodka. I decided to drink until I passed out. Figured they would be dead in the morning. But about an hour after I passed out I woke up needing to piss. It hurt like hell so I had to unband so I could piss. Everything survived that time.

I love shoving things in my piss hole. In the beginning I used metal crochet hooks. Started with small ones and worked up to big ones. With the big ones it would bulge out on the underside of my cock. The skin would be so tight and thin along the bottom of my shaft. With a growing interest in body modification I was very tempted to take a scalpel and do a full meatomy. Now I use a piece of copper tubing. I sanded one end to round the edges off and polished so it easily slides in. The tube allows me to piss and cum through the tube while my cock is tightly banded during penectomy play.

Thanks.

I opened the folder and immediately clicked on the video of Jimbo's big black cock with the spike in it slipping into my hole. I grabbed my poppers and began taking massive non-stop hits. In only a couple of minutes I was super high and I began violently jerking my cock. Just as the video showed me begging for the toxic load, I shot my cum catching most of it in my hand. I immediately raised it to my mouth and licked up all my cum. As I came down from the poppers, I cleaned up. I needed to get dressed and check out of my motel room. I threw on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't bother putting on underwear. With only about $1000 to my name I couldn't stay in $180/night motel rooms. I also needed to find a place for the few belongs I had in the company vehicle. After I checked out of the motel room I started putting things in order. First I rented a small storage unit to store my belongings in. I needed to find a place to sleep inexpensively, someplace I could shower, and it would need to be close to public transportation. It also needed to be near businesses where I might be able to find a job. After checking out a few areas of town I decided that my best bet was to be near downtown. I couldn't start looking for a job until Monday, so next thing was to find a cheap place to sleep. There was a gay bathhouse in town. I had never visited it, but had been to bathhouses when I was out of town for work. I checked out their website with my phone. For $27 I could get a room for 10 hours. Plus it had showers, gym, etc. With the money I had, the bathhouse would work until I got a job and could save up money for an apartment. Suddenly I became aware that my cock was rock hard in my shorts and bobbing up and down saying YES.

As a closet married bi guy... wife doesn't know... to be POZed. It will result in a divorce. I will lose $$$$$$. I will become a BB slut. Probably pursue my deepest fantasies and become a nullo.

There is really very little pain. It is the thrill of doing it, pushing limits. Is there a thrill of possibly doing damage... yes.

I have pierced my scrotum and put needles through my nuts and quite enjoy the experience.

I love to be watched. A local gay bar has an area out back surrounded by a privacy fence. There are tables and chairs and many guys just hang out and enjoy their beers and talking with others. There are also some areas that are a vit more private that guys head to play or watch others play. That is where I head with my beer. If there is play going on I will pull out my cock and begin stroking. If there isn't I will often began stroking, hoping to get some action started. As I stroke I will let my shorts slide down a little. I may also turn my ass towards anyone watching. My hope is that someone will take the hint and come over and touch me. I am sub, so I will stand motionless, hoping they will take the lead. I want them to strip me naked. If others are watching and stroking as I am stripped, it turns me on big time. Once I am naked I want to be fucked while everyone watches.

As the motel maid left with my fertile load in both her womb and her ass, I got up and headed for the shower. While in there, I douched myself out good. It was soothing after all the use my hole had over the last 2 nights. After drying off I remained naked and sat down at the desk in the room, and got on my laptop to assess my situation. First I logged into my bank accounts. My soon to be ex-wife had been busy Friday after she had seen the photos and videos. All of our joint bank accounts had been cleared out. Almost a million dollars, withdrawn or transferred. A single account in my name only had about $1000. Next I checked balances on my credit cards. Holy fuck! She had maxed them all out by taking cash withdrawals! At least I still had a job and a company SUV. Next I logged into my email. It was filled with the usual marketing and junk mail, but there was an email from my boss. Opening it, I starred in disbelief. He, several of my coworkers and the CEO had all received the link to the photos and videos. It was determined that I had violated company policies and thus terminated from my $125k a year job. I was to let them know by 8AM Monday where they could pick up the company vehicle. I closed my email and starred blankly at the screen. Little money, no place to live, no job, no car, few belongings... what was I going to do. As I starred, my vision seemed to narrow. Suddenly I was aware that I was looking at a single folder on my desktop... CONVERSION. I also became aware my cock was rock hard and bobbing up and down saying, YES.

The last chapter of this story involved sex with a woman, the hotel maid, so is in the bi/straight section. Follow the link above and then return back here.

That is fucking hot as hell.

I wonder if they wanted you hooded so you didn't see their biohazard tattoos.

About 25 years ago, I am now 65, I had been working in the yard all day and drinking beer. I had a bit of a buzz. When I finished I was sweaty and dirty and wanted a nice refreshing shower. I had pissed in the shower before but nothing sexual. As I soaped up my cock, balls and ass I began to feel horny and began slowly stroking. I also began feeling a need to piss which made my cock tingle more. I turned the water off and was planning to dry off, piss and head to the bedroom for a nice JO session. But the need to piss was growing and making me hornier. Next thing I know I was laying on my back in the shower and working my legs up the wall. My plan was to shoot my cum in my mouth. As I worked my cock the urge to piss kept growing and growing. God it felt good. The beer was making it hard to cum and the urge to piss was getting hard to control. Suddenly I began to piss, the stream hitting me in the chest. God it felt great. I aimed my cock spraying all over my chest. Watching the piss shoot out was so hot. Then instinct took over. I began directing my stream higher and I opened my mouth. Suddenly I knew I was going to piss in my mouth and I was going to swallow it.

Bi, actually much more gay than straight, married guy. Wife doesn't know. Due to testing at work, I could never use anything other than alcohol and poppers to party with, but I LOVE poppers. I usually play safe, but if I party my inhibitions drop and I have sometimes taken raw cock. I LOVE raw cock. I have a great life. I recently retired early, financially secure, travelling with my wife, enjoying life. If my wife knew I am basically gay, I like to party, and love risky sex, she would divorce me immediately and I would lose it all. This HOT story has fuelled fantasies I have JOed to for years. I don't want to repress my true inner slut anymore. I am ready to give it all up and parTy, take raw cock and dirty seed. I am ready to join the brotherhood.

I read this in the bathroom at my office and my cock got so hard I had to play with my ass, jerk off, and shoot a load so my cock would go down and I could leave the stall.

My interest in castration began almost 30 years ago, penectomy about 20 years ago. As a happy, healthy, well liked, respected, closet bisexual, professional guy I questioned my sanity with the wild fantasies I had. Family, friends and neighbors don't even suspect that I am bisexual. What would they think if they knew I had fantasies about castration and penectomy (receiving and or doing to someone else). What would they think if rhey knew all the things I have done or let others do to my cock and balls? After many years of introspection I understood the roots of the thoughts and how things developed theough my life. With understanding came acceptance. With acceptance came realization that it was okay for fantasies to become reality. I am still fully intact, but risky play over the years have put my genitals at risk of damage/destruction. And I am okay with that. The desire is there (to have it done to me or to do to others). Given the right time, place, scene, people, fantasies could/will become reality.

I am a mid 60s bi married (to a woman) daddy bear. No sex at home in years. Wife thinks gay sex is unnatural so she doesn't know I am bi. I should just be content with my fantasies and jerking off. But as I have grown older I have gone from straight, to opportunistic passive bi top, to oppertunistic active bi top, to seeking out mutual gay encounters, to 50% - 50% straight - gay, to bi bottom, to submissive bi bottom, to where I am today. Yes I still find women sexually attractive and wouldn't turn down an opportunity, but with women I enjoy more sensual encounters. But I am definitely more gay than straight now. It is more primal animalistic fucking. It is all about getting off or getting someone else off. And did you ever see an animal use a condom? Animalistic sex should be bare/raw! The internet... the source of all knowledge on all subjects including animalistic sex. Porn sites, hookup sites, streaming sites, and then there is Breeding Zone. I should stay off these sites. I should just fantasize and jerk off. But my animalistic urges are not satisfied with that. Raw fucking, breeding is natures way. I try to fight off the urges, but an oppotunity arises and I head to an adult bookstore, or theater, or bathhouse. Or I post a hookup ad online. I shouldn't. I am married. I should stay safe. But my animalistic need takes over. Most of the time I succumb to my brain. Keep it safe. Just give oral or masturbate my partner. Or insist they wear a condom. But my animalistic desire wants to take over. The battle rages in me. So I drink alcohol. It dulls my mind. It quiets the urges. But it also lowers my inhibitions. So does inhaling from the little brown bottle. Let him enter my ass bare but then pull out. I know it is a risk, but it feels so good. Another drink, inhale some more. The war between my brain and my animalistic urges has stopped. It is natural. It is primal. I want to be bred. I want to feel that cock pulsing. Feel it filling me with seed. But after, the war begins to rage again. There is only one way to end the war in me. Only one way to silence the brain. I need to give up control. Dull the inhibitions. Just long enough to take the fertile seed. Hold the bottle under my nose. You know what I need. Keep me inhaling. Don't let me pull away. You are the dominate animal. Breed me and fill me with your fertile seed. Friday after work, I should go home, but I have an oppotunity. The animal in me wants to go to Hanks. I should just have a beer and head home, but the animal in me wants to buy a fresh bottle to inhale. I can go home now, but the animal wants another beer and to go out back. I can watch others play and jerk off, but I want to inhale a couple of hits. I can shoot my load and head home, but I lift my shirt so others can see I have a white jockstrap on under my pants. I feel hands touching me and I should pull away, but I want to inhale more. I feel hands undressing mebut I inhale more. I have become my animal self. I feel myself being held tight. I feel something being held under my nose. I just keep inhaling. This could be the end of the battle between the brain and the animal.

Early 60s bi white male. 6' 1" hairy Daddy bear. 250 lbs. I am married but wife is gone for the weekend.i need it RAW and Poz. You must host. I am free mornibgs or afternoons.

I may have another oppotunity this weekend. If I do, hopefully better luck. I really need a couple raw loads in my hole.

What are your experiences hooking up as we begin to return to normal post Covid? For the past 14 months my only sex has been with my hand. I have several comorbidities, so I have been overly cautious, to the extreme, to protect myself and loved ones from Covid-19. But now it is April 2021. I have received the vaccine and am now protected. When I received my second dose of the vaccine, it was like a heavy dome had been over me and suddenly it was lifted up and I could get out from under it. I had lost a few friends to Covid this past year, but I had survived the pandemic. This weekend I went to visit a relative in a city a couple of hours away. I used to live there as well. I was really looking forward to the trip because there is an adult bookstore / novelty shop / theater there. There is a booth area in the back with glory holes, several small theaters and also a few private viewing rooms. No nudity or activity is allowed in the front store area of course, but management is okay with anything in the booth or theater areas. I was planning on spending a couple of hours there, being naked, sucking cocks and hopefully getting filled with several loads in my ass. As I approached the front door I see a sign saying masks are required, so I put one on. Once inside, the guy at the front counter tells me I first have to go wash my hands. Upon returning to the counter the clerk took my temperature, then I was allowed to pay my admission fee. I was almost drooling with anticipation and my ass was twitching. The clerk then tells me to keep my mask on and practice social distancing. I first headed into the main theater. There were 2 guys in there about 10' apart, both with masks on. As I stepped in I was about 8' from one of the guys. The guy about ran out of the theater. The other guy got this scared look in his eyes if I came any closer. So I headed to one of the smaller theater areas which had gay porn playing. Guy #1 was in there. But this room was very small and difficult to social distance. Guy #1 immediately left. The movie was hot and I was alone so I took my mask off. I pulled my cock out and began stroking it. About a minute later another guy walks in. He is wearing a mask and when he sees that I am not, he immediaetly leaves. So I decided to check out the booth area and maybe get some cock through a glory hole. After about 10 minutes in the booth area with noone else there, I could barely keep an erection up as the whole experience was so non-sexual. I finally left after only being there about 20 minutes. I am now hesitant to drive 2 1/2 hours to a bathhouse. What have your experiences been?