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Will be in West Hollywood and attending a few Oscar events/parties. Looking to get my ass fucked and filled with cum and piss while in town. One-on-One or gangbanged. Pump/dump scene ok. Total pig here. Very open minded. Also looking for a hot ass to eat out deep and dump my load into. Private and discreet (especially if you are in the public eye). Anon ok. Can host in my hotel suite. I m 5ft8, 150lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, 39y.o. Smooth, non-smoker, biz prof. Clean. No drugs. Poppers ok. You can respond direct with stats and pics to Eagerbeaverto@gmail.com
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It had been a long time since I'd been out to a club in rubber. I'd promised myself not to drink quite so much this time around, so with that in mind I thought I'd pace myself in case anything untoward should happen. I suppose wearing a short rubber chapsuit with a rubber thong and waders was suggesting stuff I probably would be too scared to give in to, but here I now was. Trying to not get drunk. A guy I'd been chatting on and off with was there. He seemed to be getting involved with most of the other men, but soon came over to where I was standing and exchanged small talk. He was wearing a short rubber surf suit and looked fucking beautiful, but after we exchanged pleasantries, I let him go on his way, further back into the club. Another hour or so had passed, and there I was, making my way around the sex area. Half prick-tease and half nervous, but my cock had stirred enough to be in the mood to join an encounter, so I started to eye up what was on offer. There he was again. Standing there. Drinking. Watching the guys wander about. I thought I'd try and see if he fancied jacking off at least, so I ventured closer to him. "Alright mate, see anything you like the look of?" I wanted to say "yeah, you" but batted it away as a "Yeah, a few things hehe". A mate of surfsuit joined us, believing we were about to get into it. He knelt down behind me and started to lick my hole. His tongue with the strip of the thong combined made me feel a bit hot and so I reached in to kiss Surfsuit while this was going on. "Mmmm" Surfsuit said "Good kisser aren't ya?" I blushed and smiled inwardly and took a blast of his poppers. Inhaling as much as Surfsuit did. By this time we were starting to explore each other more and I started working his rubbered crotch. "Want that, do yer?" I could only nod through the popper haze. He turned me around and pulled his cock out and started to teased my tongued hole. He was muttering into my ear as he also reached around and felt my hardening cock. "Yeah, you'd be a good addition to the team". I had a vague idea what he meant, but by now was too poppered up to really indulge into further conversation. "Open that arse up for me boy, you're ready". Again, through the haze, this was incredibly hot, and so then I started pulling my cheeks open wider for him to enter. "Yeah, nice hole lad. Bit tight, but that'll change" Fuck me, he was turning me on. I bent over and allowed him entry. Only brief flashes of "What the fuck am I doing?" going through my head. He started building up a rhythm, and there was no way I could just walk off while he was in me like this. Right now. It was ecstasy. He started to go faster, as I felt our union. This was the sluttiest I think I'd ever felt, and I was falling under the spell. Surfsuit stopped suddenly, and whispered into my ear "You're a dirty little rubberpig aren't yer? You do know that all the rubberpigs that sit on my cock end up converted, don't you?" I was panicking now. The sweat gushing and my cock straining. I was in no position to suddenly destroy this moment. It felt somewhat real. Like a union I never was aware of. As Surfsuit sped up, I heard him grunt and my arse became the recipient for his load. Fucking with a condom was fine, but to feel this guy's load in my hole was too much. My cock strained harder as he whispered again to me "I've been saving that load all week since you mentioned that you might come here. I've had my sight set on breeding you up. You're one of us now, pig. A brother. Welcome. Rejoice in your new existence". Then Surfsuit pulled me back up and pushed me down onto my knees and presented his cock for me to clean. As I got down to it, devouring his meat, he unzipped his suit slightly and there was the biohazard tattoo. My cock could not have got any harder by now, as he held my head down. Bobbing up and down on his cock with the tatt almost hypnotising me. "Good lad" He said. "Right, let's see about where your last neg load should go. I suggest up here", as he turned around and unzipped at his arse. I was beyond help at this point. Adrenalin of the encounter rushing through me. Caught up in the rapture of the encounter. Soon I was spasming my neg seed into his arse. It felt like a union. A connection. A circle. In the moment, I went to kiss him. The two of us were in each other now, regardless. "Man, it feels good taking the last neg load of a rubberpig, putting him on the road to brotherhood", he said, with a grin. As it all dawned on me, I started to worry in my mind that I'd done something deeply insane, yet the bugdad/ brother chat had won me, and my cock, over. No going back now. After that night, we continued to chat on and off. I felt a bit more kinship growing in me, gradually as I started to fall ill, yet feel indescribably horny. When I said this to him, he responded "Excellent, it has begun". It felt like I was in a cocoon of painkillers and wooziness and with these hard ons. I started looking and cruising more 'needs discussion' guys online, as I felt a weird kind of kinship grow within me. A few weeks later I was back at the club. I'd got myself my own surfsuit outfit, and felt more at home in that environment then I ever had. As that night went on, I too had begun to fuck randomly, now not needing to worry. As the gentleman who went down on my cock started to struggle slightly as I unzipped my suit to reveal my new biohazard tattoo, I revelled in this twisted new power as I came into his mouth, and welcomed a new brother. It's what the brotherhood does.
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Bare Bottom in Macon, Georgia any one interested in breeding Me
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This account is inspired by another thread in this forum, “The Aids Old Troll” One of the hottest fucks I ever had was from a poz guy in his mid-50s with severe HIV lipodystrophy. He looked like a mutant, with severely lean, vascular arms and legs, a hard distended belly (also known as "Crix gut," a side effect from the drug crixivan) and a buffalo hump on his upper back. Of course, his pock-marked face also showed the ravages of HIV: hollow cheeks, deep lines and sunken but piercing eyes. The minute I saw him at the baths in LA in the late 90s, I knew that I had to have him - especially after I reached under his towel and felt the fat, heavy meat swinging between his pencil thin legs. Once we got to my room, the only way that I could take him was to sit on his dick because it hurt too much to do it any other way, even with my hole already lubed with two loads of poz cum. But it wasn't long before the pain subsided and there was only pleasure. That’s when we changed positions. First, I got on my hands and knees while he plowed my ass like a dog in heat. My dick got rock hard as I studied our reflection in the mirrors - not just from the intense pleasure of a fat dick ripping up my cunt, but mostly from watching this sick, deformed animal breeding me like his prey. By this time I was so high with lust that I knew I was in love with him - even if only for a fuck. I wanted him completely, so I flipped over on my back, spread my legs and willingly surrendered my guts as an incubator for his demon spawn. He mounted me and sank his poz cock deep inside my cunt. He was as crazed with lust, and he gripped my neck tightly with both hands as he continued to tear into the soft lining of my guts. He was stronger that I had expected, given his sick condition - but the kind of lust flowing through him was supernatural. He was breathing like a charging animal. I could have died in his grip, but I wasn’t afraid. Looking up at his wasted face, I was hypnotized by the mixture of pure desire and evil in his eyes. I felt as if were staring into the face of the devil himself as he drilled my bleeding cunt hard, rolled his eyes back and cried out. I felt his weapon pulsing inside me as his swollen balls spewed his toxic seed into my helpless body. We were both drenched in sweat as he lay on top of me. He let go of my neck, and I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs tightly around his diseased form. I kissed him passionately, letting go of his lips only to take his fingers in my mouth as he tenderly fed me the mixture of sperm and blood from my hole. We were lovers for maybe 15 minutes - but his DNA is in my cells forever.
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I have a good lineup of tops to use my hole for fun sat night 1/17 at my hotel in Portland. Always fun to look for more. PIG here. NO PNP!!!!! BUT, 420/Poppers friendly. Hoping to have a good cummy hole for men to use and reuse. Piss gladly accepted as well! DOM VERBAL Tops a PLUS PLUS! If inerested, let me know.
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I was in the Philly burbs on business recently, and after coming back from dinner with colleagues I was in the mood to get fucked. The wine had gotten to me so I opened the laptop I use when I travel, and hopped on Craigslist. Posted a simple ad: "Hotel visitor seeking anonymous tops to fuck my ass in my dark hotel room. Send cock pic for response." After a couple of the usual spam responses, I got one that had my cock twitching. He told me to give him my hotel and room number, and leave the door ajar while I waited naked on all 4s on the bed. Attached was the picture of the perfect cock for my hole: a solid 7 incher, thick and solid, hairless with a head was a bit smaller around than the shaft, making it the perfect missile to deliver a hot fucking. I immediately responded with the information he requested. He wrote back in less than a minute, telling me that he would email from the parking lot and that would be my cue to get ready. My hole was already cleaned out and I had about 15 minutes to wait, so I split my time between surfing bb porn and keeping an eye on my email. I broke out my brown bottle and took a couple of small hits, just to heighten the sense of horniness mixed with nervous anticipation. Right on time, a new message from my mystery guest appeared in my inbox: "I'm here." That was all I needed. I pulled the door open so it was resting ajar on the latch, grabbed my brown bottle, stripped naked and went into the bedroom. I should mention that when I travel, I stay at an all-suite hotel, where the door opens into a sitting room and the bedroom is in the back. I had no way of seeing who or what was coming through the door. I squirted some lube into my hand and slathered my crack, slipping a couple of fingers inside to make sure I was ready for action. I knelt on the bed facing away from the door, placed the lube on the comforter beside me, and assumed the position of doggy-style slut bottom. I was so turned on the precum was practically running from my cock onto the bed! In no time, I heard the suite door click shut as he entered. There was a pause and some rustling while he took off his clothes. I remember the sound of each of his shoes hitting the floor, two "thunks" followed by the rattle of his belt buckle. I took a huge hit of poppers and held my breath. In no time I could feel his presence behind me. The bedroom lights were off but there was some light coming from the sitting room, so he could make out my outline on the bed. As I was facing away from the bedroom door I had no idea who was there. I felt first one, then two fingers slide into my hungry hole. Then, to my immense disappointment, I heard the distinct sound that could only be the tearing of a condom wrapper. My buzz started to go away at that point, but I thought, he's here, I have to go through with it, so I took another hit off the brown bottle and waited. I heard the click of the lube cap, then the sound of him stroking the lube onto his rubber-covered cock. Without a word, he was inside me, pushing into my ass balls-deep in one fluid motion. I wasn't ready for such an onslaught and I let out a gasp, and he backed off a little for me to catch my breath. Then with his hands on my hips, he started to thrust. His cock felt amazing! There was a slight curve that I hadn't noticed in his pic, and he hit my prostate just right each time he slid deep inside me. I took another hit from the brown bottle and in no time I was flying. I began to thrust my ass back toward him, matching his thrusts to get him as deep inside me as I possibly could. I could tell that his cock was sheathed, but it was still the best fuck of my life. After about 15 minutes of pumping away in my ass, I felt him stop. That's when he spoke for the first time: "A hot ass like this deserves to be barebacked." The precum ran like a river from my cock as he slipped out of my ass and I heard the telltale rubber snap of the condom being pulled off that gorgeous, perfect cock. Without stopping to lube his shaft, he was back inside me, hitting my prostate with every thrust and sending me into sheer heaven! After another 5 minutes or so, my anonymous top muttered the only other words I would hear from him that night: "Where do you want my cum?" I was so turned on, between the poppers and his cock, and I squeaked out the only answer I could: "Inside me!" With no more urging, and not another word, he gripped my hips tight and I could feel the rhythm of his pumping change, then his cock jerked several times as he shot his load deep into my guts. He left his cock inside me once he was finished, lingering there for a moment. It was all I could do not to collapse on the bed. Before long, he pulled out and left the bedroom. As I lay there on the bed, exhausted, I heard his belt buckle rattle again from the sitting room. In no time I heard the click of the suite door, and I knew I was alone again. I played with my ass for a while after that, coating my fingers with his lube and licking them off. It was sticky and sweet, a combination of his cum and the lube. There was never a sweeter, sexier flavor. I'm headed back to that hotel in a few weeks, and I'll be posting again as soon as I get to my room!
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Was thinking of going to either cumunions or bears baths and beyond this weekend anyone interested in hooking up and swapping breedin sessions?
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My Dad started sharing my cunt with his work buddies and drinking buddies within a year after he started fucking me, and has continued to do so to this day, most recently over the past Christmas - New Years holiday. I never, however, got the impression that he was doing so for money or favors of any kind. He is just proud of his faggot boy and my talents and wanted to share those skills with his friends. So he was acting out of generosity. I have, however, been whored out. The first time was in high school when my younger brother whored me out. He had been fucking me for some time, and had even been sharing my ass with some his teammates on the wrestling and football teams. For his generosity my brother was elected captain of each team. But one year my bro was having a very difficult time in a math course and needed a B at least to maintain his eligibility, so so he offered me to his math teacher in exchange for a grade. My brother instructed me meet him after school and the two of us walked into Mr. Patrick's room. "Listen, Bitch," my brother said to Mr. Patrick. I was shocked, but obviously my bro had taken an accurate reading of his math teacher. "I need a B in your stupid course if I'm going to play for the rest of the football season." Continuing, my brother said "I know you like boys. You can have my brother here for the rest of the marking period if I get that B." And it was settled, just like that. I went home that afternoon with Mr. Patrick, and he fucked me, no where near as well as did my Dad or even my brother, I can honestly report. Still, Mr.Patrick fucked me two or three times a week for the rest of the year. My bro got straight As in math that year. I had mixed feelings on my role in this. One one hand I honestly felt like a cheap whore, being offered out like that, but on the other hand, as I really worshiped my brother, I was proud I had been so helpful to him. Since then I have been whored out from time to time, by boy friends or fuck buddies. It usually happens when we are in a setting with other guys. My boyfriend or fuck buddy and his alpha friends will be talking about their conquests and my boyfriend will suggest I am a superior fuck. When sufficient interest had been expressed my boyfriend offers-up my cunt in exchange for something -- usually something trivial. "Get me beer and you can have my bitch" or "give me two bucks and he's yours for the rest of the night." I have come to accept these petty humiliations. I don't think of this as my boyfriend's view of the value of my sexual services. It is his way of reinforcing in my mind my role in life -- to service Men. And it is his way of asserting his dominance, to the world, and especially to me. And finally, he is letting me know I will serve him in any way that pleases him. My reward is in pleasing him.
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are there any non-med poz guys that go to midtowne? love to have you fill my hole if there are.
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Toronto area bareback pigs I'm looking to set up regular bareback breeding sessions Central location - Carlton Church area near the gay village Let me know if you are interested and any ideas for the breeding sessions. No drugs. Poppers ok. Open to tops, bottoms, vers. Pref 18 years old to 60 years old. Let's make this happen. Reply here or to: Eagerbeaverto@gmail.com
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First Day. I could tell something was bothering Toby as we sat in a crowded gay bar after work. "Are you okay, Toby?" "Yes, I am just tired and horny." "Well, you are always horny so that's nothing new. Well, if you want we can go home after I use the bathroom." I told him as I stood to walk over to the bathroom. Toby told me he has to pee as well and got up from the sofa and I saw part of his problem right in front of pants as he was rock hard and made a huge tent. I laughed as we both walked to the bathroom. The bathroom had one of those long open urinal and as Toby and I pissed next to each other, I was surprised to see Toby's big white cock pissing while he stayed hard. I mentioned that I couldn't piss while I am hard. He told me that he could piss while he's hard and that's why he loves to piss in an ass while he's fucking. Then he put his hand inside of my pants and started to push his finger into my hole. He was clearly super horny tonight and he was acting a bit more aggressive and for some reason I was starting to get horny as well. Finally I pushed him off and told him he should behave. As we left the bar, he told me we were stopping by at his friend's apt. before we head home. As we got to the building, he told me the truth that he's high on some drug and this was his dealer's apt before walking up the stairs. He wanted to make sure I won't be surprised and somehow offend his dealer with my reaction. The apartment was completely dark as a huge old black man with just sweat shorts opened the door. Toby told me to wait in the living room and went down the hall to a bedroom. As I sat down on the sofa, I saw the porn playing in a huge TV, the only light in the living room. It was a close up of a huge black cock fucking a white ass. I was getting mesmerized by the porn. I was about to readjust my hard on in a stranger's apartment when I saw a door to the bathroom open and appeared a young black boy completely naked and still wet from the shower. He saw my fixation with the porn and asked me, "Do you want to see that cock in person? " He walked over to me and I saw it was his cock I was watching on the screen and in person right in front of me. He stood over me and observed my reaction to the vision of his cock up close. I wanted to taste and feel every inches of it deep down in my throat but I also didn't want to appear too slutty. He told me to hand him the pipe from the coffee table and as I handed it to him, he told me to look up at his eyes until he says to look else where. While he and I stared into each other's eyes, he asked me if I smoked T before and I shook my head. He told me to wrap my lips on the glass pipe and inhale deep and long and hold it in til he tells me to let it out. As he held the pipe to me and lit it, I did as he told me to. Without losing my eye contact with him. When I couldn't hold it any more, he covered my lips with his, tightly and we pushed the smoke back and forth til we were breathing hard with lack of Oxygen. It was so intense as if his inside and my inside were becoming connected through our mouth. We repeated this few times and my body started to feel so hungry for touch or any stimulation yet I didn't touch myself or my body as I desired him to touch and feel me. This young black boy that I didn't know anything was hypnotizing my mind with his beautiful cock and drugs. He held the pipe to my lips again and told me to exhale as he pushes his cock into my mouth. As I exhaled thick white smoke, he jammed his cock so hard and so fast that made me feel a little fear and closed my throat on his cock. I started to choke. He told me to stop struggling and try again. After few more smokes, my mind was lost in lust. It was his balls bouncing on my chin that brought me back to reality. He helped me stay down with his hands behind my head. I could feel spit leaking around his cock down my chin. I stuck my tongue out and licked whatever I could reach of his balls with my tongue. His balls were so big and so low that I couldn't reach them so I just tongue bathed his ball sacs. His hands started to touch me roughly and his words became dirty. And I was starting to feel love for this boy. He slapped me really hard that my eyes teared up. But I even loved the pain that he gave me. He told me to look at the TV and now my face was on it with his cock buried deep in my mouth. He told me that we were taking a trip to the bedroom to see our friends while we keep his cock in my mouth. He slowly walked back as I crawled on my knees keeping pace with him. Finally we reached the door and he pushed it open and Toby was doing the same thing as me with his dealer. He led me to the bed and lifted me to put me on my back. When his cock left my mouth, I licked my lips with disappointment. He told me not to move and I held my self as best I could. I even held my breath I think. Toby sat by my side and started to tie a band around my arm. Soon I saw someone holding a needle close to me. I feared the needles so I closed my eyes and turned my head the other way and let them give me shot. At the same time, lube and some powder stuff were being pushed into me making me feel sharp burn. I bit my lips and didn't fight the pain. But as I felt the tip of a big hard cock at my hole's entrance, I started to moan, shiver and whimper with pleasure. Gradually my hole opened and welcomed this cock until felt his balls resting at the opening. Then I held on to his cock tightly with my hole muscle. He told me to relax and slapped me few times as he started to move his cock in and out of me slowly picking up the speed and power. it felt like heaven to be filled by him and pumped by him. Then he stopped while he was deep inside and held it there as he got a shot on his arms as well. Then he started to pound me harder. He was grunting and humping. Both Toby and the dealer watched us for a bit. In the middle of my heavenly fucking from this young man, Toby gave me a kiss and disappeared. When the dealer returned, they were talking about someone probably Toby. "That bitch just traded his friend for some drug and my piss in his ass." "Piss in the ass, damn that's nasty. Which reminds me." The young black man held his cock still and started to fill me with hot liquid with powerful jet stream that I felt it hit the walls of my inside. He also gave me so much that my flat tummy started to bulge out to accommodate him. The dealer so this from his angle and zoomed in the camera on my stomach. That nameless young black man left his cock inside my hole for almost a day filling me up over and over with his cum and piss. That was my first day of Christmas this year with a 12 inches of cock.
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I’d been going to the baths in the early ‘80s for a few months before I discovered the best place in the house to cruise for a sure fuck and load up my hungry hole: the dark room in the back. It took me a while to realize that was where all the horny guys with skinny, wasted bodies and KS lesions were hanging out – in the darkness, where they could hide their disease and still connect for anonymous sex. I was young fresh meat, and it wasn’t long after stepping into the shadows until a sexual predator with AIDS was pulling me into a narrow space, pinning me against the wall and shoving his tongue down my throat in a wet, sloppy kiss. His dick was already rock hard and dripping poison, and I couldn’t wait to drop to my knees and make love to that deadly piece of meat. After a few minutes, I was back up on my feet and making out with my soon-to-be breeder, kissing him deeply and licking the KS lesions on his neck chest. My body tensed when I felt his bony fingers probing my butt while we kissed, because I knew it wouldn’t belong before he spun me around and shoved his dick deep inside my unlubed cunt. No matter how many guys took me this way, the first thrust was always a shock,and he put his bony hand over my mouth to stifle the moans while he stabbed and drilled inside my guts. I knew that he would never stop and pull out without impregnating me, and it was so fukkin hot knowing that our love-making would end with him planting his seed inside my body, the way men are meant to fuck and breed. When he finally slammed his cock deep inside and shook as his balls emptied their toxic sperm into my guts, I felt a deep sense of connection, joy and satisfaction in knowing that I was serving my life purpose – to be a carrier and guardian for his DNA long after he was gone and to breed new strains with as many poz men as possible. We continued to kiss and make out while he worked his seed into my guts with his dick before sliding out of my bloody, freshly tainted hole. After a while he left, but by then another poz predator already had my body in his grip, and my night of ecstasy was just beginning.
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I had not been feeling very good at all, so I called and doctor who was able to get me in to his office in about an hour thanks to a cancellation. I made the appointment, but by the time I arrived I could hardly move nor breathe. I really felt horrible. Doctor took a couple of tests and quickly determined I had pneumonia and hustled me across the street to the hospital real quick. Soon there were iv tubes running in me and fluids and antibiotics being fed into me. More tests and more tests and finally the doctor came by and told me I had probably gotten to him in time as my lungs were really full of gunk for sure, adding I would be at the hospital for at least a few days. He also ordered up some breathing treatments to help clear up the passageways. The respiratory therapist who showed-up was a young hot looking twink guy. WOW. Just looking at him standing there, in his scrubs - my breathing was definitely labored. His clothing was a bit small for his build, and definitely hugged him around the waist very nicely. I could still see he was sporting a very nice looking bulge in his crotch. I was sure he was checking me out too and basically I was naked but for one of those stupid hospital gowns. Not much I could do feeling so bad but look. I was also sure that he purposely leaned against my arm as he put the breathing mask on my face and I could feel that nice bulge I had seen. He seemed to be very well hung and I was loving it even if it only lasted a few seconds. The treatment was over way too fast as I could not take my eyes off of him. He again leaned against me as he took the mask off and told me he would be back again in about 4 hours for another one. He smiled so wonderfully as he went out the door. Sure enough the cute guy was back in 4 hours and again he leaned against my arm as he put the mask on and again as he took it off. He was looking me right in the eyes as he did it too, and smiled big at my staring back. He leaned in and whispered to me that he knew I couldn't do anything but wait until I felt better and he would see what could be done. I gasped at that wondering what he had in mind with me down in the hospital in bed. He was off then till the next morning. When he did return it was the same thing almost. As he went to put the mask on me he leaned in again and this time his cock was right against my hand. I could not resist and took ahold of his cock through his scrubs. It felt fantastic and was big enough around I definitely could not get my hand clear around it. I rubbed it the whole time of my treatment, stroking it and his low moans made me horny as hell for him even more than I had been. Too quickly it was over though and he told me he would see me later again, this time leaning down and planting a quick kiss on me. On his next trip in, he started to talk a little as I rubbed his cock again. He told me I didn't know him but he knew who I was from some pics on my profiles he had seen online. He mentioned seeing me on BBRT, BZ, MH and a couple of others and thought I was hot and wanted me as soon as possible, when I got to feeling better. He was again off then till the next day, leaving me with a lot to think about. I was especially intrigued by what he meant about me being so hot as I am really only about average looks and my cock barely average. Oh, well, he was hot enough for two I thought. By the next morning I was finally feeling quite a bit better finally. Even managed to get out of bed to use the toilet instead of a pan. LOL Still breathing hard by the time I got back to bed though but much better anyway. The morning treatment was not much as he seemed preoccupied and no talking really just in and almost out. But, he stopped for a minute on the way out and told me, we could be in luck for the afternoon as the nurse and aide on duty then were the laziest they had and would not leave the nurses station for almost anything other than an emergency and away he went, leaving me wondering again. He came in in a hurry that afternoon. He told me we had some time and wanted to have a little fun. I was all for that. As he prepared by treatment he was kind of fidgeting some. As he leaned to put the mask on again he leaned against my hand but this time as I grasped him his trousers were down and I grabbed bare cock and it was divine. I started to stroke him and as I did he leaned over a little more and reached under my gown and grabbed my cock. I was hard already but he made it a rock in no time and played with my balls too. Then I felt his hand go between my legs and started to rub my hole. He looked at me then and told me he knew I was a bottom from my profiles he had read. I smiled and nodded and spread my legs so he could play easier with my hole. He pulled away for a sec and I saw him get something out and it turned out to be some lube which he then started to apply to my hole. I was loving it and then his finger started into me and I moaned for sure as the pleasure erupted inside me. In no time I felt another finger and then another finger enter me as he opened my hole up wider and wider and drove his fingers roughly in me deeper also. I was writhing on the bed and was soon ready for anything he wanted to do. He then looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready for more and I nodded yes. He climbed on the bed and carefully lifted my legs up and out. He lined up his cock head with my hole and slowly started to slip it in a little at a time. Stroking it in a little at a time, so slowly and so agonizingly fantastic, until I finally felt his balls hit me in the ass as he bottomed out. He held still for a bit and then spoke to me telling me how he had read every single line of my online profiles, so he was sure he knew exactly what I wanted from him. I was curious as to that but then as he said it he pulled almost all the way out of my hole and slammed back in hard. I gasped but only for a second as he did not stop but immediately went into fast speed and pounded my hole fast and furious and hard and as deep as he could. It hurt a little to start with but soon I was in heaven for sure as that is the way I definitely love it. fast, hard, deep and filling my hole as full as possible on every stroke. He kept up a little whispering to me. He was telling me how nice my hole felt, so hot, and he had just what I wanted and knew I was going to love it. At times he would reach between us and run a couple of fingers in me as he fucked me good and I could feel the extra stretch that did and then one time he reached and leaned up some and I was sure he tried to get as many fingers in me at the same time as his cock as he could. It was kind of uncomfortable and I groaned a little with it. As he brought his hand back away though he lifted it between us and I gasped as I saw what looked like a little blood on his fingers. He leaned towards me again and told me he thought he tore my hole a little that last time, but he was smiling when he said it. I started to ask what he did that for when he all at once grabbed my legs and lifted them way up and caught me off guard and I could not get a good breath to ask then as he really tipped me up and pounded deep into me even harder and faster. He was breathing heavy too I noticed and then he leaned in and told me here it comes, just what you wanted and needed. He ground into me then and I could feel his cock throb and feel the heat of his cum as it erupted inside me. He ground his cock as deep as he could and kept doing it for what seemed forever but felt so good. He finally settled down a little and told me there, it is done and I had what I had always wanted in me. I looked confused I know and asked him what he meant. He told me he read everything I had every written online and he knew I wanted his gift. I was still puzzled and he then lifted his top and there around one of his nipples was the sign. Yes, that sign, the biohazard symbol. I knew too well what that meant. I gasped and asked what the hell, I hadn't wanted that. He told me it was on every one of my profiles that I was poz friendly, and would take any load no matter who, and I had written some stories about bug chasing on BZ. He just knew I wanted to become poz and was really happy to help me out. He got up then and told me, Hey, I am done for today but I will see you in the morning and maybe we can do this again, huh? I could only lay there and wonder, what the hell did I get myself into on just fantasizing so much.
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It was 1983, and the fear of AIDS was everywhere – especially at the baths, where some guys tried to hide their KS lesions and other symptoms while cruising for sex. I was a college senior just before graduation, not really concerned about getting a disease – just horny as hell to whore my ass out and take as many cocks in my ass as possible in eight hours. But I could see the signs of AIDS on guys cruising the hall, and I did start to wonder if this was worth contracting a virus that would change my life forever – and maybe even end it sooner. Anyway, it was dark when the first guy came into my room, so I didn’t get a good look at him before he pinned me down, kissed me deeply and began pushing the head of his hard cock against my hole. My hormones were on fire, and I didn’t think twice before spreading my legs, taking a huge hit of poppers and laying back as he slid his raw cock deep inside my guts. I was in heaven! It was only after a few strokes, when the popper rush began to lift, that I saw the KS lesions on his left shoulder and chest. For a split second I freaked, realizing that his AIDS cock was already leaking precum into my body, and he was well on his way to spewing diseased sperm out of his balls directly into my bleeding ass. But the reality was that I never wanted this fuck was AWESOME and I never wanted it to end, so instead I just pulled him deeply into my guts and shot a huge load without even touching my cock as soon as I felt him trembling and releasing his poison inside me. After he got off me and left, I could have run to the toilet and shit out his virus in a weak, belated effort to avoid the bug. But there was already another guy waiting outside my door, looking skinny and wasted while stroking his hard dick without a rubber in sight. My rational side kicked in, and I felt that my ‘cherry’ had already been busted with poz virus growing inside my flesh even as I lay there – so why not? Right then and there, my fate was sealed. So for there the next eight hours, there was no fear or second thoughts - just bliss - as I took every cock that walked into my room with not even pretending to care about “safe sex.” It only took the first one to open my body, mind and blood system to every raw cock and poz strain that followed that night … and for the rest of my life.
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Just wondering how many of you can feel it when a guy cums in you. Ive definitely gotten more sensitive to it. maybe it also depends on the size of the load too. I definitely felt it just now when a regular bred me. Hes not loud cummer either so I usually don't know until he pulls out completely and stops. Sometimes I reach back and check and I can tell by taste and smell that a loads been shot inside. But tonight must have been a big one. Id push it out except I tend to like to keep them inside as long as possible! Lube for the next one
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For my sophomore and most of my junior year in college i was in a "relationship" with my Economics professor. i got straight As; but in honesty i think the As had nothing to do with the fact that he was fucking me. i got an A in the introductory course that was taught by a different professor (and i had no interest in fucking her). True, the fact that he was fucking me 2-3 times a week might have encouraged him to give me the benefit of the doubt in grading, if that situation ever came up, but i think i pretty much earned those As. But i digress. my prof. was a stunning looking man, late 30s or early 40s, more than 6 feet tall, awesome body, prematurely graying hair, piercing blue eyes. He walked around campus like a true athlete and girls swooned. Sorry girls. This dude is seriously into boys. Anyway, we are laying on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire at the prof's lakeside lodge on a late November afternoon, in post-coital haze. Prof is sucking on a blunt and passes it to me. i take a hit and pass it back. "What are your plans for semester break?" He asks. Exams end just before Christmas and the second semester doesn't start until mid-January. "Don't have any plans, really. Probably go home and hang with my dad and brother. Why do you ask?" "Well, my buddy Jim is moving his sailboat from Florida to one of the islands and he's looking for crew. I'm going to help him out and i thought you might like to come along." i thought about it for a few moments. "I don't think so," i said. "i can't afford air fare to Florida and beside, i don't know the first thing about sailing. i wouldn't be any help." Prof. responded. "Don't worry about it boy. I'll cover our airfare. And believe me, you'll pick up on boating really quick. Come on, we'll have a great time in the sun." So i agreed and emailed my dad to tell him i would not be home for Christmas. As the departure date grew closer, prof started instructing me on the elements of sailing after we had fucked, and told me stories of his previous abventures in the islands and with his buddy Jim. When i suggested that i really needed to get some clothes for the island climate, prof told me not to worry, he'd make sure i had appropriate clothing. So, when he picked me up for the airport, on the day after my last exam, i had packed light -- couple pair of shorts, a couple tee shirts, tennis shoes, a couple pair of sox and toiletries. As it turned out, of these few things, i would use only the toiletries. When we arrived in MIami and got into our hotel room, prof handed me this tiny little plastic bag. "What's this?" i asked. ""All the clothing you'll need on the boat," he responded. i opened the bag and saw one of those absurd, expremely low cut Japanese speedoes, in black, and a thong in royal blue. As things turned out, i wouldn't wear even those "garments" very much.
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I'm at an orgy with eight to 10 naked, sweaty men, all at least 35 or older who are long-term poz or full-blown AIDS fukkers. All of them have the look of HIV: lean arms and legs, vascular muscle, obviously sunken facial cheeks, a few even with hard Crix bellies or buffalo hump. We are meeting in play room with slings, mattresses, tubs for piss play, lots of mirrors and porn on big TV monitors. All of us are stroking our big, heavy dicks. I am here to reaffirm my twisted devotion to poz seed by formally joining the AIDS Brotherhood. The initiation begins with me sucking every man’s cock and drinking hot piss from each one. I lie in a tub, and all gather around to drench and baptize me in their toxic urine. One skinny guy even has KS lesions (a rare find with today's meds), which I lick and bathe with my tongue like a hungry dog. The air is thick and rancid with the smell of poppers, ripe pits, piss stink and cigars. One fullblown fukker is around my age but looks older from the long-term effects of smoking, drinking and AIDS. He’s skinny and has deep facial wasting, but his cock is at least eight inches, thick and capped with a fat mushroom head and a 00-gauge PA. He pulls me up out of the tub, takes a hit from his cigar and locks his lips over mind, his tongue, spit and smoke flooding into my mouth. I slurp hungrily at his mouth and go weak from the smoke and an intense desire to become impregnated with this primal animal’s dirty seed. I fall to my knees to worship his body and his disease, thrilled that he will be the first tonight to ravage my stud cunt with his lethal cock and spew poison deep inside my guts. He will be my “maker.” Since I rarely bottom, I get slammed good to prepare my mind, body and soul for ritual AIDS rape. Soon I’m in the sling, flying high and begging for cock, cum and virus like a crack whore. The fullblown fukker slams his meat into my cunt, and the other men gather around me, stroke their cocks, piss on me and down my throat while praising s@tan and asking him to accept their new sacrifice. After my AIDS breeder shoots his toxic sperm in my guts, he catches his breath while pissing inside my hole too. He pulls out his meat, and the other pigs rush to my gaping hole to drink the unholy cesspool of poison cum, chem piss and a trace of blood gushing from my cunt. I lick the mixture off of my maker’s AIDS cock, and soon a second pig steps up to continue the ritual, and I continue sucking cocks, drinking piss and babbling praise to s@tan for welcoming me to his family. After a full night of ritual breeding and orgy fucking, my maker takes me to a bathhouse for the final test of my worthiness. First, I demonstrate full submission to AIDS and s@tan by shedding all pretensions of dignity and self respect. I wear a collar and walk around fully naked on a leash as he invites strangers to cum and fuck his new slave raw. Men jump at the chance to bareback my ass, and soon I am in our large room, getting fucked with the door open and more men watching. I am bred for hours and devolve into a shameless AIDS whore. At the next brotherhood gathering, I take my place as a full-fledged AIDS brother and devoted son of s@tan. My acceptance is celebrated with an orgy, where one of the brothers has brought a twink off the street. As the newest member of the family, I am given the honor of taking his flesh first. He waits in the sling I recently occupied like helpless prey. . . .
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What kind of a horny pig spends Christmas at the baths? For many years in the 1980s in LA, that was me - on Christmas eve AND Christmas day! Some guys there were like me, newcomers to the area who didn't have any family or anyone else to be with. But others were there because they had been rejected by everyone else because they were poz or had AIDS, and they had no where else to spend the day. There was something really twisted about spending the birthday of Christ naked, sweaty and fucking like animals. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, poppers and cum, and everyone really got into the "spirit" of the day! I spent hours of nonstop sex with diseased pigs, sometimes fucking but more often on my back in the orgy room taking load after load from incredibly horny, wasted fuckers. I remember one guy in particular breeding me after getting fucked himself. He had hot cum dripping from his own cunt while he pounded my ass, and occasionally he'd finger his hole and feed me the toxic milk while he continued pounding and finally unloaded his highly potent seed deep inside my guts. Another time, I was in my room sucking a sick guy's cock while another skinny pig with KS lesions was breeding my ass from behind. After the guy shot his load in my mouth, he kissed me and we swapped his bug back and forth with our tongues, making out while the top guy spewed his bug into my raw flesh. I looked up at the mirror over the mattress and saw a scene of utter depravity: three diseased pigs making love and sharing our bodies and toxic fluids. God bless us, everyone!
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Not what you think. when i was in my early twenties and my dad had been fucking me for maybe a year or a year and a half. my younger brother had also started fucking me and i was getting bred -- always bare -- pretty regularly. While when this first started i was jazzed at the knowledge that what i was doing was making my dad happy, i soon began to enjoy being fucked for the pleasure of being fucked itself. i never resisted when dad wanted to fuck me but there was a transition of sorts, and i began to want dad to fuck me. Of course, i would never ask for it. i understood the rules and the protocols, so to speak, and i instinctively knew that it would be bad for me to ask for it -- that somehow, it would ruin the relationship; that it would take something important out of the sex. And while i would satisfy my needs with my hand, i somehow knew that this probably was not appropriate either and i never jacked off at a time or place where i could be discovered, either by dad or by my brother. i understood that my life wa s not about me getting off, but about me helping dad and bro to get off. Then one night, after dinner, after i had cleaned up the kitchen and came into the den where dad was watching a basketbal game on TV, dad called me over to sit with him on the couch. He started actually making out with me -- kissing me (something he rarely did), intense kissing, his tongue half way down my throat, his hands all over my chest, my nips, His fingers up my cunt -- first two, then three. It didn't take long and i was totally naked as was dad. He draped me over the side of the couch, my ass up and my face buried in the cushions. He started fucking me, first, long, deliberate strokes, and then more frenetically; short strokes, in and out, rapidly. This went on an incredibly long time, all the time dad talking total trash. It was maybe half an hour, maybe longer. i totally lost track of time, but the basketball game on TV was over, and some asshole crime show was on, but neither of us was paying attention. The only thing that mattered to me was his cock and my cunt and what that incredible cock was doing to me. "I''m close boy," he finally announced. "You ready for my babies?" "Oh fuck yeah. Let me have it." And he did. And at that moment, i shot my load, totally spontaneously. i never touched my cock. I screamed. After he caught his breath dad asked if i had cum. i admitted i had, a little embarassed. "Oh no," Dad explained. "this is a turning point for you boy, a day you'll never forget." i said nothing, but Dad knew i was confused. He explained: "this is the day you first realized that the center of your sexuality is not your cock. It's your cunt. That's where your sexual center resides. That's what gets you hot. It was like a veil had been lifted form my sight, like a thousand questions that had haunted me had all been answered. And from that moment on, i could face the world with confidence, knowing what i was and what motivated me. From that moment on, i knew myself and my world. When a real mans sees a gorgeour woman or a stunning man, his dick chubs up. When i see a gorgeous man, my cunt twitches. i cum sometimes when being fucked without my dick even getting hard. i know what i am and what motivates me.
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What follows is true. This happened about 3 weeks ago (November 2014). Enjoy. I did. I am 22, 5'7, 120 pounds. I am bisexual, but only in the sense that two or three times a year I find myself craving cock enough to "go through with it." My first hookup was when I was several years earlier. I connected with a 30 year old guy through gay.com. We got together and he ruined me in his car. From that point on it was only a matter of time, I guess. I have long been a member of A4A, and until recently I thought that was the only place to look for dirty minded 40+ top daddies, who are, to be honest, my top interest. I like being treated like a boy slut by men old enough to be my father. I had met a few here and there, enough to learn how to properly shave my entire body, to fast for two days before sex, how to clean myself out perfectly. I even managed to find a 65 year old who lived a few miles from me and became, until recently, a regular fuck buddy, but a few weeks ago, after reading a story on breeding.zone, I decided to give BBRT a try. At first I wasn't sure if I should really put myself out as it seemed as if most of the guys were poz, but then the flood of older men in my area wanting to push their bare cocks into me kept me coming back. One guy in particular caught my attention, and led to the story that follows. Again, I have made no embellishments. This is true. We exchanged messages for a couple weeks. He was 50 whereas I was 22. I'm certain looking back that I must have been a cut of fresh meat on BBRT - skinny smooth twinks who love older tops, bareback sex, anonymous connections, glory holes, groups, and, what I now know caught his attention, stealth role-play. While I am by no means a bugchaser as the word 'stealth' might lead you to believe, I do go absolutely wild when I imagine a total stranger filming me as I take his condom covered cock up up my ass, only to have him take it off and 'force' me down and pump his cum deep in my ass while I beg him not to. My second fantasy is to meet a total stranger who has, without my knowledge, posted an ad online for anonymous tops to come fuck 'his boy'. Finally, I get off on the idea of being filmed doing any and all these things. I told him all this. I didn't know it at the time, but I as I wrote to him I was writing my own story. I had planned the hookup for weeks, even before I met him. I knew what I wanted and I knew I would find it. The only question was 'Who did I think could get me closest to making my fantasies come true?' This guy, however, fit the bill perfectly. He wrote me as if from his first message I was his boy, showing me photographs of another twenty-something year old guy for whom he had arranged a bareback gang bang. He also had a studio-quality video camera and also mentioned a small 'dungeon' in his basement, but it seemed as if he wanted to keep it for a surprise as he didn't provide any photographs. He did, however, show me his perfect seven inch cock. Had he been any bigger I might not have gone through with it as I've been fucked enough times to know that I can't handle much more than a seven inch dick. The rest of the package was equally appealing: he was a leather daddy type, not quite a biker but bald with a goatee, slightly stocky sporting a shaved cock and balls. I get off on that. He offered to host a week in advance, which made it the following Friday, instructing me to show up at 8:00 PM. He also told me to do exactly as he said, and in exchange for which he would "Make your wildest fantasies come true." I remember when he first said those words I made sure to tell him that if he ever did invite total strangers to use me, they would have to use condoms. He could fuck me bare, and I would take his load anywhere he wanted to put it, but I was clear headed at the time and drew a line between fantasy and reality. I don't remember exactly what he said but whatever it was, it worked. Now let me preface this by saying I would never list "party" in a hookup ad because of what I think it implies. There are too many people who are hardcore into things like tina for me to feel comfortable with associating myself with that group. However, on this particular occasion I had procured a healthy amount of molly from a friend, and had every intention of rolling my way through the best raw fucking of my life. I took two points before I got in the shower, and an hour later, as I was finishing up, I started to realize just how much fun I was about to have. I spent some time playing with my hole, making sure I was ready. I probably enema to an unhealthy extent, but it's critical to me that I am as clean on the inside as a human being can be. Finally finished, and pushing those last minute jitters out of my mind, I ate two more points, tucked six more into my sock, and hopped into the car. His house was in the suburbs of Denver, not too far but remote enough that no one would care what went on there. He opened the door and pulled me inside by the back of my neck. He was smoking a cigar. I was trembling uncontrollably. The molly had set in and I knew in a matter of minutes I would be doing some of the dirtiest things imaginable. "Good boy" he said, as he lead me down a dark staircase into a room flooded with red light. What I saw was entirely new to me. I have never been to a bathhouse or sex club, but after spending a night in this man's basement, maybe that isn't true. The room was about 20x20. Carpeted. The first thing that caught my eye was a large camera on a tripod in the corner. I had never seen a camera that large before. In the center of the room was a very nice king size bed. Other than two side tables that I'm sure were only there to hold the lube, condoms, and handcuffs I saw, the room was empty, but felt complete. This place was made for forbidden sex. "Strip," he ordered as he left me in the center of the room, returning to the tripod. I obeyed as he asked "What are you going to do tonight?" "Anything you tell me to." "Anything?" I hesitated for a moment, still unsure of what I had gotten myself into. "Yes." Just as I finished taking off the last of my clothes, he pulled out his phone with a devious looking grin, took a photo of me, and sent what was either a lengthy text message or many short ones. [Master filming his boy take loads in private dungeon NOW] My little boy needs cum from total strangers. Perfect hole. Send face and cock for daddy. PLAY ALONG.
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My friend George invited me to have Thanksgiving dinner at his place with some of his buddies. George occasionally fucks me, but he's really a friend more than a fuck buddy. We will sometimes go to a movie or to a basketball or baseball game, and talk politics or music or such. The fucking, when it happens, is merely incidental, but I can say George is an awesome fuck. Most often I cum without even touching myself when George fucks me. I just wish he fucked me more often. In any event, I drove over to George's place Thanksgiving day. George lives in a little house in the suburbs that he inherited from his mom and dad. When I arrived, I found George was already entertaining four totally hot guests, Jim, Ben and two guys named Ron, who i called Ron1 and Ron2. (None of these are their real names. I changed the names to protect the guilty.) It was a very pleasant Thanksgiving Dinner. George had done most of the cooking, although i think it was Ben who had brought a seriously delicious apple pie and the two Rons, who I later learned were lovers, had brought the traditional green bean casserole. We talked politics, current event, sports, but over post-dinner coffee and brandy and (yes) cigars, the talk turned ever so slightly toward sex. "Josh, here," George said, indicating me, "is the world's hottest cum slut." 'No shit," said Ron1. "I've fucked a lot of guys," George admitted. "And Josh here is probably the most educated ass cunt I've ever fucked. He's been taking cock since he was like 11 or 12 and knows a good fuck from a bad on. Ain't that right, boy?" said George, turning to me. He had never called me "boy" before, and i found it kind of thrilling. The conversation degenerated into a discussion among the five of them of guys they had fucked and comparisons of fucking technique. After a while, Jim said "I have an idea," and the five of them huddled. Then George came over and told me that they had come up with an experiment. "Let's go down to the playroom," he said. He led us all to the basement. to his well -equipped playroom that I never knew he had. He instructed me to strip and to lay down on a table, on my back. Ben came over with some tubing in his hand. George explained. "Ben is a nurse, and this is a Foley Catheter. He's going to insert it in your cock, up into your bladder. You're going to need it." I always obey, and i lay there quietly while Ben inserted the tube up my piss tube until i thought it was going to come out of my ear. Then George led me over to a fuck bench and had me lay down on it, ass in position. Then he explained. "We are going to secure you to the bench, boy. You will not be able to see or hear anything. Your body will be totally wrapped in duct tape. The only thing exposed and open will be your cunt. When we fuck you, which will each will do many times over the next couple of days, the only part of you body that will feel anything will be your cunt and the muscles and glands that line your ass cunt. This is an experiment to see if the fuck is any better when all the senses except the ass senses are blocked. And they proceeded to do just that. Someone put earplugs in my ears, a blindfold on my eyes and then a tight fitting hood over my head, with just holes through which I could breath. Then I was duct-taped to the to fuck bench, so that no part of my body could move. And when that was all accomplished, the first cock entered me. i immediately recognized it as George and while i recognized George's technique, the sensations were totally different than anything had ever experienced when he fucked me. It was awesome! George's spectacular dick brushed up against my prostrate and I would have sprung a hard on if I could, but my cock was tightly bound to the fuck bench with duct tape. About the third or fourth fuck, i came even though i could not get hard and my load dribbled out along the length of the Foley tube (or so I was told). Before I was unsecured two days later, the five of the had fucked me a total of 13 times. Not continuously. One or two of them would fuck me and then they would be gone -- the movies, maybe or watching a football game. And then one or more of them would show up again. In fact, I only knew one of the guys was present when I felt his cock head probing my cunt. But to be sure, they gave me the 13 most spectacular fucks I have ever enjoyed in my life The lesson learned: maybe all the trash talk and the foreplay and the tit torture and preliminary ass eating is of no consequence. The real joy of being fucked is his cock up my ass, Nothing else is necessary. .
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Mature masculine pocket Daddy has a big deep hole. Loves to parTy and get fucked long and deep. Never had a dick I couldn't handle...yet. Check my profile here, also on Adam4adam.com and asspig.com, same handle. Can host, parTy supplies avail as well. Evidently Austin has a problem with guys here who can't use a ruler, and who are unsure of the difference between a bottom and a top, lol....Located North of Parmer,, just off Mopac.
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im a young poz tgirl, looking to find a any guys around the same age who would be keen. Not sure if this will work, but just seeing whats out there. Live northside brisbane, so in and around that area would be great.
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