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I paused the video and pulled up Craigslist and then logged into my account. I finished off my drink and poured another one. I clicked on the DRAFTS tab and there was my ad “Seeking a Positive Attitude”. I opened it up and took a swig of my drink and began to read it. Half way through I stopped and took some hits of poppers and then started reading it again from the beginning. When I finished reading my cock was bobbing up and down. I laughed. It was like my cock was shaking its head YES, publish it. I took another swallow of my drink and some more popper hits and then resumed watching the video. When the Poz bear began shooting his cum up the neg guy’s ass I found myself shaking all over and saying out loud, “Knock me up with your Poz seed!”. As the video finished I swallowed some more of my drink and took 4 huge hits of poppers. As the rush hit I yanked the butt plug out and rammed it back into my hole and then with a push I shoved even the base of the plug into my hole. As my ass lips closed with the entire plug inside of me, I reached over to my keyboard and hit Publish. I thought I was going to pass out from the high and the excitement so I sat back and tried to slow my breathing and calm myself down a little. As my thoughts came back together I stared at my screen. That was so fucking hot. Then I realized that I should get the base of the plug back out of my hole so the plug didn’t get lost in my bowels. With a little pressure I felt it begin to move and the base popped back out. I checked my email for any responses and then brought up the Craigslist window and refreshed it. There at the top was my ad “Seeking a Positive Attitude”. I began to get a little nervous about it. As I reflected, I told myself that it had been a slow night for responses and the chances of anyone responding to my ad were slim to none. Even if someone did respond, I could ignore it and not reply. Or I could tell them that I was scared and that we would have to keep it safe. But then my mind wandered and the little voice in my head said “But it would be so fucking hot!”. I noticed my cock bobbing up and down again saying “YES” and my body was shivering all over. I needed another drink to calm myself down. I changed back to a regular BB video and just worked on my drink as I watched it. I also let the poppers wear off some. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight. I was very high and drunk and decided that I would just finish my drink and do another popper session while I watched another video and stroked myself to an orgasm and then go to bed. I looked at my glass and it was almost empty so I refilled it. Then I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and began taking non-stop hits until I was super high then I hit play on the video. I had picked another one with a Poz guy breeding a neg guy. About a minute into the video I heard a notification sound signaling that I had an email. I paused the video and switched windows on my screen. There was an email from Daddy Dan. I opened it. “Still looking?” There was a high resolution photo attached. I opened it and there was a full body shot of a white furry daddy bear wearing nothing but a wife beater T-shirt. The outline of nipple rings could be seen under his shirt. But hanging between his legs was the cock of a God. It had to be 8.5 to 9” with an equally impressive set of low hanging balls. I felt my mouth begin to water and my asshole twitch. I took a big swig of my drink. It was late. I didn’t know which of my ads he had seen and was responding to. I was jerking off and going to bed. My cock was bobbing up and down again. I needed another sip of my drink and then took a couple of hits of poppers. “OmG !! NiCE cuck. HOrnY But tottlllly dwunk.” I responded. My glass was empty so I refilled it, then I heard another notification. “No problem. I enjoy partying. Are you interested in Daddy’s cock? What motel are you at?” I should shut my email down and not respond. I was very close to shooting my cum all over the place and even closer to passing out from all the alcohol and the Oxy. I failed to notice that there were photos attached to his last email. I took a couple of hits of poppers and opened them. The first was a frontal shot of Daddy in his T-shirt but now his cock was at full attention. It looked huge. The next was a photo taken from the side showing his full erect length. The last one was of his cock plunging RAW /BARE between a set of black very muscular looking ass cheeks. I should just go to bed but the little voice in my head said that I needed to feel the size and heat of that cock in my hand, feel it in my mouth, but it would never fit into my hole. And there was my damn cock bobbing up and down again. I should ask him his status. I should tell him I only play safe. But then he might not be interested. I could always ask him his status and mention safe play when he got to my room. He wouldn’t have a problem as long as he got off right? If I said “NO. STOP”, he wouldn’t force himself on me. That would be rape. I looked again at the high resolution photo of his cock plunging between the black ass cheeks as I gulped down half of my drink and took some big hits from my popper bottle. As my cock continued to bob, my fingers moved to my keyboard. “DAsy in bi inerstate not lo ng awake” My body was shivering all over from the excitement. I pulled the butt plug out and shoved it back in a couple of times before finishing my drink. Then I heard the notification sound. “I am about 10 minutes away. What room? I hesitated. I should not respond. I should go to bed. But my cock and my hole didn’t want me to. My conscious mind and my subconscious cock warred against each other. I don’t know how long I sat there as my fogged mind had lost sense of time. “13 9” I typed. I stared at the screen, then again at his photos, then back at my response. I grabbed my popper bottle and shoved it up my nostrils, first one side and then the other taking several big hits. My cock was bobbing wildly as I reached over and hit Send. As soon as I did it, I began to regret it. No problem. I could turn the lights off and ignore the knocking at the door when he arrived. He would just assume that I either gave him the wrong room number or that I had passed out. My mind was made up. I poured another drink and downed it in a few gulps then I poured another one. Daddy had said he was 10 minutes away. I had time to finish jerking off as I was on the edge and it shouldn’t take more than a minute to finish. I brought up the video I had been watching before of the Poz guy breeding the Neg guy. I had just minimized it before the email exchange with Daddy. I hit the play button and as the video resumed I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and took a couple of big hits. I had just taken hold of my cock when I heard a sharp knock at my motel room door. I froze. Oh my God. That must be Daddy. My cock almost shot off but every muscle in body became tense as I tried not to move and make any noise, and my orgasm was delayed. My mouth suddenly went dry and I was afraid that I was going to cough. Grabbing my glass, I swallowed half of the drink. Again, I heard a knock, a little louder than the last one. Don’t move my mind told me. Keep still. But my whole body began to shiver and I was afraid that I might fall out of the chair I was sitting on. I needed to relax. I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and taking the cap off I inserted the neck up my nostril and took a long deep hit then switched sides then repeated the cycle 2 more times, then put the cap back on the bottle as I held my breath. The rush hit and I felt like I was floating. The only thing I was aware of was a knocking at the door and my cock bobbing up and down!

I began making preparations for my trip a few days ahead of time. Whereas I normally masturbate once a day or at least every two days, I stopped for a week before the meeting. I wanted to be super horny. I picked up a big bottle of 190 proof (95% pure alcohol) Everclear at the liquor store. I stopped at a local adult store one day at lunch to buy a new bottle of poppers, a butt plug and a big bottle of lube. I consumed only liquids and protein shakes for 2 days before the meeting. When my wife asked why I didn’t want to eat dinner, I told her that I had eaten big lunches at work and wasn’t hungry. Finally I picked up a bottle of magnesium citrate and an enema kit at the pharmacy. These would insure that I was thoroughly cleaned out. Thursday morning I said goodbye to my wife and drove 3 hours to the meeting. I took a 5mg Cialis with my coffee as soon as I was out of the driveway. The city where the meeting was held has a large gay population and I found myself checking out guys as I drove wondering if they were gay. I could hardly keep my mind on the discussion during the meeting as my mind kept drifting to the fun I planned to have later. At lunchtime I took another Cialis. A couple of times during the afternoon session I developed an erection. Fortunately we were all sitting around a large conference table and I was able to get by with no one noticing it. The meeting ended at 4:00 and I headed to the motel I planned to stay at. I told the desk clerk that I preferred a room on the first floor and away from other occupied rooms if possible. I would be up late working and have the TV on late and didn’t want to disturb anyone in adjoining rooms. The clerk gave me a room towards the back, well away from other occupied rooms. After getting checked into my room I got things setup for the evening. I made myself the first drink of the evening and logged in to check my regular emails and my social media pages and relax. About 5:30 I called my wife and told her the meeting was over for the day and I had my room for the night. I told her that I was getting ready to meet up with some of the meeting attendees for cocktails and dinner and probably wouldn’t be back to my room until 10. She told me to enjoy myself. I totally planned on it but not in the way she was thinking. I stripped naked and using the enema I had purchased, I flushed myself out several times so I was squeaky clean. Then I touched up the shave job on my balls, around my hole, in my crack, and around my cock. Usually I shave about an inch above my cock but I was feeling extra wild and decided to shave my entire pubic mound smooth. Then a nice long shower and I was ready for the evening. As I sat down at my computer I made my 3rd drink of the evening and began logging into a number of hookup sites and posting ads looking for a partner or partners for later in the evening. I knew it was a weeknight and many people had to work the next day, but I was hopeful that I would find someone to play. Once my ads were posted, I began watching porn. I would casually play with my nipples, or my cock or my balls as I enjoyed the porn. If I got too close to cumming I would take a break for a few minutes and chat with friends on social media until my erection subsided and then I would go back to the porn. I continued to make drinks and by 9:30 I had a little buzz from them and was anxious to do some serious playing. I had gotten a couple of responses to my ads and a few guys had emailed me on the hookup sites, but nothing looked promising for a hookup. At 10 I called home and told my wife that I was back to my room from dinner. We chatted for a few minutes and I told her that it had been a long day and with a few drinks at dinner I was tired and was going to go to bed. We said goodnight and as I hung up the phone I drank the last of my drink and fixed another much stronger one. It was time to get down to some serious playtime and I was still hopeful for a hookup. I pulled up some of my favorite BB porn videos that I had downloaded from the internet and began watching them. I got out some of the wide rubber bands I use as cock rings and proceeded to put a couple on. They not only give me harder erections, but they also delay my orgasms. I wrapped one of them a couple of times around the top of my ball sac and then wrapped another one a couple of times around my whole package. Then I got the lube and lathered up my cock, balls, crack and hole. I began working first one, then 2, then 3 fingers into my hole gently opening it up. I was tight as it had been almost two years since I had anything other than my fingers in it. Then I finished my drink and made another as I again checked my email and hookup sites. My hole was feeling empty without my fingers in it so I got the butt plug and lubed it up and began inserting it. I worked it in an out letting my hole gradually expand. I love the idea of a wide gaping hole and it was a fantasy to someday be able to take a fist and forearm up my ass so I had bought a good size plug. I got my water bottle with the paper toweling in it that I use for my poppers and then opened the new bottle of poppers I bought and poured a bit into the water bottle. I put the cap on tight and shook it up letting the toweling soak up the fresh poppers. I could feel the sides of the bottle getting harder and expanding as the vapor pressure built up inside. After about a minute I exhaled deeply then took the cap off the water bottle and shoved the neck into my nostril. Pinching the other side shut I took a huge hit. The seal between the bottle neck and my nose insured I was inhaling nothing but popper vapors. I switched sides doing it again as I felt the huge rush hit me. Quickly replacing the cap on the bottle I began pushing on the plug trying to get it fully inside. I could almost get it in but I was just too tight and the pain was too much. I had another drink and took more popper hits but still was unsuccessful. I was starting to get frustrated when an idea hit me. I had no problem ripping my hole open, actually the idea really turned me on, but I just didn’t want it to hurt so much I didn’t enjoy the experience. Being treated for back problems for many years I had been prescribed numerous pain medications. I always kept any remaining pills so that if I ever needed something for pain I had a variety to pick from. Trams, Vics and even some Oxy. I grabbed my shave kit from my overnight bag and looked to see what I had with me. Perusing my selection and the task I was trying to accomplish I decided on the Oxycontin. I only used this for excruciating back pain and most times only took a half a one. I had one and a half tablets left. Looking back, with all the alcohol I had drank already, I should have chosen something less strong. But I was going to get the whole plug up my ass even if I had to rip my sphincter in two. As I tried to decide whether to take the half a tablet or the whole one, I felt my rock hard cock bobbing up and down. Grabbing the water bottle I took another hit of poppers as I took the whole tablet and began to crush it up. Retrieving an empty water glass, I added the crushed up Oxy and a shot of the Everclear to dissolve it. I carry a couple of irrigation syringes in my shave kit. They are like hypodermic syringes except they don’t have a sharp needle on the end. I use them for nasal and ear irrigation. I grabbed one from my kit and as soon as the Oxy was all dissolved I sucked the mixture into the syringe, leaned over the edge of the bed, inserted it as deep as I could and depressed the plunger spraying the mixture of alcohol and drug onto the walls of my ass. I immediately felt the fiery burn of the alcohol but as it began to subside I felt a spreading warmth as the Oxy was absorbed. I set the syringe back in the water glass and sat back down at my laptop. As I waited for the Oxy to build to its full effect, I poured another drink and checked my social media page, the hook up sites and my email. There were a couple of responses but after a couple of messages back and forth it was clear that none of them were available to play that night as they had to work the next day. It was about 11PM and I was quite high from the alcohol and the Oxy and my erection had softened a bit. I grabbed another Cialis and swallowed it down with my drink as I went back to watching porn. I picked a hot BB video of a guy in a sling at a bathhouse being fucked by anonymous strangers. As my cock returned to a full erection I again began to work the butt plug in my hole. After 5 minutes or so I was ready. I had about two thirds of it in me when I stood up and braced the base of it firmly on the chair I had been sitting on. Then I grabbed my water bottle and took several huge hits of poppers. As the rush hit me I lowered myself slowly down feeling a lot of pressure and stretching as the remainder of the plug entered my hole. When I got to the widest part I stopped for a second, downed the rest of my drink and took another hit of poppers before I suddenly sat the rest of the way down feeling it pop all the way inside. I was in a state of euphoria as I began to slowly bounce up and down feeling the plug inside of me. I relaxed for a moment and poured another drink. I checked my email and the hookup sites again but there were no new responses. It was looking like I was not going to be hooking up with anyone as it was 11:15. Well I could have plenty of fun on my own. I brought up another favorite BB video. Except this one had a hot bear with a big dick and a bio hazard tattoo fucking a negative guy. As the video started I lathered up my cock and balls with lube and stroked myself to a rock hard erection. Then I took some big hits from my poppers. Pulling my legs up and spreading my knees wide I grabbed hold of the butt plug and began twisting it and pulling it in and out. I loved how my hole opened as I pulled it out and shoved it back in again. I knew my hole had to be gaping. I imagined it was me being fucked by the Poz guy.

As time went by the deep desire to be fucked bare and filled with cum, worked at my subconscious. I began reading more stories about guys accepting loads from guys with no questions asked, knowing that some of the loads were probably Poz. The freedom to do this was hot! I read stories of guys who felt they never were able to be truly free to be themselves until after they were infected with HIV. Ideas that used to repulse me actually began to creep into my fantasies. I told myself that although it was wrong and sick to actually desire to be infected, it was okay to fantasize about, knowing that I would never ever do it. It wasn’t long before I clicked on links to videos of Poz guys fucking other Poz guys. I envied their freedom. Then one night when out of town and quite drunk and high on poppers I clicked on a link to a video of a Poz guy breeding a Neg guy and filling him with cum as the Neg guy begged to be Pozzed up. I shot the biggest load I think that I had ever done in my life. Once I acknowledged that the idea of HIV was hot I found myself thinking about it more and more. Sober I knew that I would never let it become reality, but when I would drink alcohol and do poppers I would feel my inhibitions lowering and I would fantasize letting a Poz guy bred me raw. But it was just fantasy. But as with other fantasies in the past I needed to keep pushing the limit to keep getting the same thrill out of it. I wrote a few stories about it to post on the BZ site. Somehow putting a fantasy into words and sharing it with others made the fantasies a little more real. That is how I got to the point of writing my ad. I was on one of my overnight business trips and had been drinking heavily, watching porn and doing poppers. I was really horny and had posted some ads but had not had any luck finding anyone to come to my motel room. I had been watching some Poz breeding videos and fantasizing that I was a Neg guy being bred by a Poz top with a bio hazard tattoo. I was scared but I wanted to be converted so that I could be free. I was so worked up I wanted to make the fantasy a little more real. “Seeking a Positive Attitude” was the title of my Craigslist ad. As I began typing the ad, I could feel my cock throbbing and my body begin shaking with the excitement of it all. “Hosting in my motel room for late night play. You: 35+ Body type: Any… skinny, average, bear+++ Race: Any Cock: Any. Large+++ BBC+++ Personality: Dominant, aggressive, you don’t know the meaning of the word NO. Verbal+++ Preference: RAW/BARE ONLY Once inside you never pull out until finished Status: The ad title says it all. No meds++++ HVL++++++ Me: Late 50s, white, married bi male. 6’, 220lb bear. 5.5” cut. Hairy body but shaved pubic area. Personality: Submissive and very kink friendly Status: Negative Naked in motel room, drinking, watching porn, doing poppers and playing with my cock and hole. If this ad is posted, then I am probably very drunk and very high and all inhibitions have been stripped away.” I attached a photo of me on all fours, head down on the bed showing my open and lubed hole. As I was typing, I poured myself 3-4 shots of Everclear and downed it. My body was shivering all over with excitement. I grabbed my popper bottle and began taking one hit after another non-stop as I read the ad over. As I put my finger over the button to publish the ad my cock erupted shooting cum all over the place. My body went limp from the intensity of my orgasm and I sat there in a daze for about 10 minutes without moving. Then I saved the ad as a draft for another time then crawled into bed and passed out. My draft ad became a tool to use to make my masturbation sessions much better. Not wanting to wear it out and lose the thrill, I saved it for when I was traveling and had been drinking and doing poppers and edging myself to porn for hours. I would log into my account and get ready to publish the ad when I got ready to cum. It always made my orgasm super intense. Management changes at work and budget cutting measures suddenly resulted in most meetings being held using Skype. This was more efficient as it eliminated hours of travel time and saved money, but it also did away with my overnight stays out of town. Almost two years had gone by since I had the opportunity to play while on a business trip. Another meeting was coming up but it was decided that this one would be best to do in person. It was only about 3 hours away so it didn’t warrant an overnight stay but I was in definite need of playtime. I decided that I would take the day after the meeting off as a vacation day. I told my wife that there was a lot of work to accomplish at the meeting and that it would spill over to a second day so I would be staying out of town for 1 night. The meeting was scheduled for a Thursday, so I would be back home Friday night.

This story is quite long and though I have come to a point where I could stop and it would be a complete story in itself, I plan to continue adding to it. I think the background and build up is necessary to understand and feel the full affect. Because of the length of what I have written so far, I will post it in installments giving readers a chance to digest each segment. I am posting it in this section even though the beginning installments contain no mention of chems except alcohol and poppers. Chems do come into play later and I wanted to keep it all together. Comments are welcome and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. I will add that a large portion of the story is based upon real life events with the remainder of it being fantasy just waiting for the right time, the right place, the right situation, and the right people for it to become reality. Enjoy. “Seeking a Positive Attitude” was the title of the ad that just popped up in Casual Encounters M for M on Craigslist. I didn’t need to open it to know what it said, because it was my ad. I wrote it. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am a late 50’s, bi white male. Just your average guy. Six feet tall, about 220 lbs. I am slowly working on losing about 40 lbs. but currently I am a bit of bear. I am considered attractive by both women and men. I have a good professional career and my wife (female) and I enjoy a comfortable upper middle class life. Respected by my coworkers, friends, and neighbors, nobody even suspects that I also enjoy sex with men or the wild fantasies I have. Playtime is typically just quick masturbation sessions while watching porn when I have some alone time. My choice of porn is very broad including straight, bi, tranny, and of course gay. Occasionally I have the opportunity to stop by an adult bookstore and sometimes I will get lucky and have a quick hookup. Honestly I would love to be able to hookup much more often. I occasionally have an out of town meeting for work that requires me to stay overnight. On these trips I usually try to hit an adult bookstore or two, maybe an adult theater, or a bathhouse. Although I enjoy my time and may suck a cock or two, get mine sucked, and jerk off, rarely do I get involved with any anal play or fucking. Not that I am not interested in it. Just the opposite. I would love to be fucked bare/RAW and filled to overflowing with cum. The problem is I am scared of HIV and the impact it could have on my life. Many years ago, I did have one friend that I would hook up with regularly, who I knew was Neg, that I would let fuck me raw, but he moved away. I guess I could allow a guy to fuck me with a condom, but as soon as the condoms come out, I lose interest. I am a bit of a popper freak. Poppers make me very horny and loosen me up. I use a plastic water bottle with paper toweling in it saturated with poppers. It allows me to use them in any position without worrying about spilling them, plus the hits are much bigger and stronger. There have been a few isolated occurrences where I have had too much to drink and been doing poppers that my inhibitions have dropped enough and I have let a guy slip into my raw. I have always been a compulsive masturbator. Sometimes it is to porn, but when the time and place are not conducive to watching porn I have to rely on my fantasies. In my youth the fantasies were pretty vanilla but over time the fantasies lost their excitement and I would need to come up with a wilder one to get the same thrill. In a way I guess it is kind of like a drug addict. Over time the high is not as great as you get used to the drug and you have to increase the dosage. Over the years my masturbation fantasies grew from straight vanilla porn or fantasizing about someone I knew or saw on the street to fantasies of group sex, kinky sex, BDSM, bisexual and gay sex. As the fantasies grew so did the type of porn I would seek out to watch. First there were VCR tapes, then DVDs and eventually I could find anything I wanted on the internet. Even though I enjoyed watching gay porn and fantasized about gay sex, it was many years before I experienced it. But as with all of my fantasies, eventually the time, place and people would be right to experience it in reality. Once I finally tried gay sex, I was hooked. Sex with females required wining and dining and several dates to get to first base. Gay sex was almost always available 24-7 at a bookstore, theater, or bathhouse. Although I often saw others having sex bare, I only played safe. As the years went by, I discovered hookup sites like BBRT and BZ and others. Reading stories of guys fucking bareback always got me hard as a rock. The ones involving bug chasing, stealthing, converting, etc. repulsed me though. Why would anyone want to be infected with HIV or even worse knowingly infect someone else? But something about the stories kept me coming back to read more of them. Maybe it was the freedom to fuck anyone or be fucked by anyone after converting. I envied that freedom although it scared me and I would never actually do it. Soon I began to fantasize about being bred raw, letting strange guys shoot their load deep inside me. How hot would that be? Wouldn’t it be great to be able to let loose and not worry about HIV or AIDS and just let anyone give it to me bare? This was fine to fantasize about, but I would never really do it. I was safe to masturbate and hit my poppers and imagine an entire night in a bathhouse getting bred raw by every guy. But over time, just like all of my other past fantasies, eventually a desire to experience it in real life began to grow. But I would never actually allow myself to do it. It was too risky. I had read many many stories of guys saying they were negative and stealthing guys. I did not want HIV. But I would envy the guys I saw at the bookstores and bathhouses playing bare. How much fun they were having and I wasn’t. Our sexual urges are buried deep in our subconscious and exist at a primal level. Thus they are always lurking below our conscious thoughts, affecting them and driving them without our knowing it. My unfulfilled fantasies began to affect my behavior and my conscious desires. Over the past couple of years hormone changes had caused my wife’s desire for sex to dwindle to almost nothing. Rather than be upset about it, I actually was happy with it. The older I got the less I was interested in sex with females. The lack of sex did make me very horny but I preferred to get my release with men or through masturbation. I also found that I enjoyed drinking alcohol and using poppers when I masturbated or hooked up with a guy. It lowered my inhibitions and I began thinking maybe I could get over my fear and on occasion take a raw load if I believed the guy was negative. I also began watching a lot of bareback porn. If the guy had a condom on I would immediately stop watching it and find something else. On my out of town business trips I began packing a bottle of vodka or grain alcohol and something to mix with it in my suitcase. I typically would try to stay at motels rather than hotels. If I did invite a guy to my room at a motel he could just park outside my room and come in without having the bother of lobby staff at a hotel, especially late at night. My routine was pretty much the same. I would get ice in the ice bucket and have a drink or two as I got settled in my room and got my laptop setup. Then I would call my wife and let her know I was checked into a place for the night and then go out to eat, usually having a couple of more drinks. After dinner I would then head back to my room. My wife liked to know that I was back to my room safely so I would give her a quick call and tell her I was going to relax and watch some TV. In actuality I would fix another drink and log into all of my favorite hookup sites and let guys know I was looking to hook up and then post a few ads online. When I was finished I would get naked and head for the bathroom to clean myself out, touch up the shave job all around my cock, my balls and my hole and then take a shower. I would be naked the rest of the night. The rest of the evening I would watch porn on my computer, regularly check my email and the hookup sites for any responses, drink and edge my cock. I use wide rubber bands as cock rings as they provide lots of flexibility. They can go around my entire package, around just my ball sac, use it as a ball separator, or just wrap around the base of my cock. Plus depending on the number of twists I can make it any tightness that I want. With the rubber band cock rings I can keep my cock hard and on the edge for hours. If there were any guys interested in hooking up I would let them know that I was looking for late night play as I knew I would be on the phone saying goodnight to my wife around 11 PM. Little did she know that while we talked that I was naked, playing with my cock and watching porn (with the sound turned off). As soon as I would hang up the phone with my wife, I would post another ad or two online as I began making stronger drinks so that I would quickly begin to get high. I would also begin to takes hits of poppers. Although earlier in the evening I typically watched a variety of porn, I now would begin to watch strictly gay bareback porn. I would also begin playing with my hole. If I was lucky enough to find a guy that wanted to hook up, I would ask their status, let them know I required they wear a condom if they fucked me, etc. Sometimes I would just suck them or masturbate them to orgasm. A couple of times when I was really drunk and high on poppers I did let the guy stick his cock in me bare, but then I would get scared and make him pull out.

I have not done catheter play, but I have shoved lots of things down my piss hole, the full length of my cock.

I don't know any place on the east end of town that carries them. Locally I usually buy them at the little shop inside of Bar Codes (a gay dive bar on Edgewater Drive). There's also a little shop at Parliament House on Orange Blossom Trail, but they are only open in the evenings and they charge a lot more. You seem to be new to using them. I will give you a few tips. I love using them a lot. Unfortunately I found that if the rim of the little brown bottle touched my nose (the rim often gets wet with the popper liquid) the skin on my nose would get burned and blister. Plus it is next to impossible to use them while flat on your back without spilling them. I use an empty bottled water bottle or soda bottle. Be sure the lid fits well. It should be clean and totally dry inside as moisture saps the strength out of poppers. I usually let it air dry another couple of days even after I think it is dry. Then fold a sheet of paper towel so that you can get it into the bottle. Then using an eye dropper or carefully pour just enough poppers into the bottle to saturate the paper towel without any free liquid in the bottle, then put the lid on. Now no more nose burns. I can use them in any position. And because of the much larger volume for vapors to build up in, you will find the hits are much much stronger so be careful. As needed to maintain the strength, you can add a little more liquid every now and then to keep the towel moist. I have used the same water bottle with towel for 3 years now.

Due to this thread discussing things to reduce inhibitions, you should probably ask the moderator to move this thread to the Sex with Enhancements section.

I understand completely how you feel. I am bi with a wife. She doesn't know I am bi. I too want to be a total pig, bareback, etc. But concern about HIV always gets in the way of letting loose. I do most of my play with guys when I am out of town for work. Due to random testing at work, I don't use anything illegal, so my way to loosen up is alcohol and poppers. Occasionally I will throw in some pain medication that I have. On a recent overnight trip I had a bottle of grain alcohol (Everclear). I spent the evening in my motel room naked, watching porn, posting ads online and drinking. As I got looser and hornier, my ads got more descriptive as to what I was open too... being fucked, bareback, watersports, etc. Then I began doing poppers as I began getting rough with my cock, balls and hole (I enjoy genital abuse and have extreme fantasies). As responses to the ads started to come in, I drank more and continued to do poppers. Had a guy come over to fuck me. I was so drunk and high on poppers, I tried to get him to do me bare and fill my ass with his cum,, but he insisted on using a condom. Damn. After he left I got almost violent with genitals (I was way to drunk to maintain an erection at that point) and was trying to get a beer can up my ass. I ended up in the bathtub pissing all over myself as I tried to rip my hole open. Then I rinsed off and passed out on the bed.

To be bound in a sling, chemmed up by a top, and then gangbanged mercilessly for an entire weekend by toxic Poz guys. When they are done my hole will be gaping and dripping. Someone will then proceed to either stuff me with a huge dildo, or use a sharp instrument to either tear or sever both my outer and inner sphincters. I know that will render me incontinent for the rest of my life but it will allow my hole to be abused my HUGE objects until eventually some day I'll succumb to the ultimate impalement.

The idea of having one of those put on me is a hot idea. Although what would be even hotter is to be tied down as it is put on and after the lock is closed watch as liquid solder is put into the keyhole so that it can never be unlocked.

I have found that the differences can be minimized depending on how you inhale them. I have inhaled them from the bottle with my nose. I have also inhaled them through my mouth. I have gotten a slightly different rush each way. But I have found that both methods cause burns on the skin around my nose or on my lips if there is a liquid film on the top of the bottle and it makes contact with the skin. Also you have to be in a position to use them without spilling them. I personally take an empty plastic bottle ( soda or bottled water bottle ). Be sure the bottle is clean and is thoroughly dry inside. I place some cotton balls or some paper towel into the bottle, then add poppers, saturating the cotton or toweling. Benefits are no loose liquid to spill so they can be used in any position, even on your back with your feet over your head. There is many more times the volume for the vapors to build up in, therefore HUGE hits are possible. Even old weak poppers can pack a punch due to the increased volume. I have also noticed that using them this way, any difference between brands is minimized and I often mix the last little bit of several brands / bottles into my plastic bottle.

I wonder if my desire stems from my 20s... most women and guys thought I was crazy when I shared my wildest fantasies. Therefore I sought out some street hooked hookers who might play along.Again not much luck. I finally found a cracked whore who not only was willing to play, but as time went on she actually started getting off on it too. I would pick her up and pay her, then we would stop by her dealer for a couple of rocks. Then she would give me directions to whatever abandoned condemned house she was crashing at. Often windows were broken, doors falling off hinges. Often times there were other addicts staying there too. We would go into one of the rooms usually with a dirty mattress on the floor. She would smoke her rock and then we would get naked and play until we had both gotten off. Then I would dress and leave. Maybe I began to associate the surroundings with mind blowing orgasms. This went on for a couple of years until she went to jail. While smoking dope one day she accidentally started a house on fire. She got out but her sister died in the fire.

There is a park in Baltimore, Maryland that has the ruins of an old fort, Fort Armistead. The ruins are now covered in graffiti. There are a few places to slip into for some fun. I was in town on a business trip and hung out at the fort one afternoon. I had read that this was a local cruising area. I did get into some oral and JO with one guy there, but it was a cold and rainy early spring day so he was the only guy there. He wasn't into fucking and it was too cold to get naked. But I imagine getting fucked there would be hot.

Depending on how tight I want it on any particular day I have rubber bands I have used for awhile which have become stretched out somewhat or I reach for the bag and grab a brand new one. Usually do 1 to 2 twists. Also you can use multiple bands... recently I did a single twist around the top of my nut sack cinching it. Then I did another single twist one around my entire package, then pulled and twisted and loop to slip over my cock and then worked it down to the base. I was watching some hot BB porn and doing some poppers. I had a good buzz and was doing a lot of play with my balls. I grabbed a 3rd rubber band and put it around the top of my sack.. . 1 twist and wrap it around, pull on it and do a 2nd twist and wrapped it around. It took a bit of work and some more poppers but I managed to pull it tight enough for a 3rd twist and get it looped over my balls. Then I pulled enough slack from 1 of the first two bands to do a a twist and work 1 ball through. It came up between them separating them nice and taut. My nuts began to take on a bluish tinge. When I came nothing shot out. The bands where too tight to unwrap so when I was done I had to use nail clippers to cut the bands off. When the one that had a loop around my cock was cut my cum shot out about 6'.

Yes getting pubic hair caught up in the rubber band can be an issue, so I keep mine shaved bare. The rubber bands also play into some of my more extreme fantasies.

I was wondering if anyone else finds abandoned buildings in ruin a turn on. Do an Internet image search for Abandoned Hotels or Abandoned Hospitals. The ones that have been left to go to ruin... paint peeling off the walls, holes in the ceilings, maybe part of the roof has collapsed. Signs of vandalism and graffiti. Floors stained with who knows what. These places offer hallways, many different rooms and settings, small cubby holes and closets, huge ballrooms, etc. I imagine being naked except for a pair of construction work boots and maybe a construction vest, free to cum or piss on the floor wherever I am at. I imagine being discovered by some tattooed punks or burly bikers, and being used for their pleasure. Use all my holes as receptacles for their cum and piss. And when they are done leaving me lying on the floor in the filth. Something about this turns me on big time.

I first became familiar with cock rings 35 years ago when I saw a guy wearing one in an adult bookstore video booth. I loved how it made his package look bigger and sort of bulge out more from his body. As I am below average endowment ( 5.5"), I bought one and sure enough it made mine stand out more. But I also noticed that it reduced the sensitivity of my balls. Through my teenage years my balls had always been too sensitive to play with. But I found that when I put a cock ring on that my balls could be played with without discomfort. And I found that I loved to play with my balls. My cock ring became my favorite play toy. I didn't know I was bisexual back then but I used my ring whenever I masturbated. I had a leather one that had snaps on it so you could adjust the size /tightness. With my smaller endowment, the smallest size was just barely snug. After years of use, the leather ripped and the snaps tore out during a hot porn and JO session. I had been having fun playing with my balls and once my ring broke they became too sensitive again. Looking around for a substitute I spotted a wide rubber band on my desk. I fell in love with them. Rubber bands offer many possibilities. Wrap them around your entire package, or around just your balls, use a loop around the base of your cock, wrap it around the top of your ball sack and then use a loop to separate your balls. You can adjust the tightness just by using another loop or two. For the last 25 years all I have used is these wide rubber bands. I occasionally like to wrap them tight enough with a couple of loops around the base of my cock. When I orgasm, the band keeps my cum from shooting out and my cock from going soft. Continuing to master masturbate my erect cock with my trapped cum is fantastic.

Sitting at my desk at work with a hard cock from reading this. Squeezing under my desk.

My hands get shaky, and if I keep doing them, then my legs get shaky and my hole gets twitchy. At that point it is best to lay me down before I fall and then fuck me.

I have not done it in a couple of years, but I loved doing it. Despite advice to the contrary, and not having the financial resources to get some actual sounds, I used a set of metal knitting / crochet hooks (using the round non hooked end). I would wash them good with antibacterial soap and then 90%alcohol before inserting them in my cock. I loved working them bigger and bigger stretching my hole. I got up as big as 5/8" diameter shoved 7" down my 5.5" cock. I loved running my finger up and down the underside of my cock feeling my urethra bulging out. It stretched the skin so tight and thin. Having an interest in body modifications including genital, this got my mind going and thinking about how easy it would be to make a couple of cuts and open up and extend my piss hole.

Just looking to make a ggod quality conversion video that all will find as a stimulus to get themselves knocked up. I have been on the edge of the fence for many years. Now I an falliing to the poz side

Someone supply the cameraman and the POz top and we are good to go in Orlando, FL

I respect your opinion NLbear. I used to be that way. I have been denying my true desires for years..... that is over 30 years. I am now almost 60. with meds I will survive beyond my current life expectancy. so why not. I want to be free to be fucked by whomever, and whenever. But the fuck that makes me Poz is a onetime opportunity, so why not ********ize it on video to share.

I have watched most of the video links provided here, and in similar threads on here. Honestly there were MAYBE 1 or 2 that would provide good masturbation material for me. We need some good POZ breeding videos. so here is the offer.... I am a bi married (but no sex with the wife) 50s bottom male. Open to produce a high quality, good sound, lots of POZ talk and REAL video. When? a short window in last half of July. Where Orlando Florida area. You provide the video equipment which we will run a couple of test videos to be sure the video quality, angles, etc. are ideal for a good video. We will check audio quality, etc. I think the video should include the receiving of real test results..... Me Neg, and the top real High Viral load. yes there will be some preliminary enhancements (all legal for this video). Okay I will be consuming some alcohol and then lots of poppers. There will be some preliminary prep of my ass to insure conversion which will be videoed as well. The final scene will include the receiving of my follow up results. As you can see this is not a shoot and post video but a true, real life production which will take some time over a 3-6 month period. But the result.... the ultimate real life poz breeding video.