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I am pretty young when it comes to how stuff came about in the community, but I have always had a fetish for a guy in leather chaps or chaps in general. Even as far as making my own jean chaps. So my question is how did chaps come into play for sex in our community?
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I got to Sunday’s Cycle sportive early just so I can check out the guys standing around in their skin-tight lycra. I don’t know where some guys hide their cock and balls as absolutely nothing shows, whilst others proudly exhibit their big fat dicks and cum laden balls. I continue scanning the cyclists searching for those that make a show and then spy two guys deep in conversation; both resplendent in their pale blue Italia team Castelli spandex gear (the ones with the Scorpion logo) that certainly left nothing to the imagination with every ripped muscle and impressive bulge showing. I was mesmerised not only by their obvious big cocks but one had tattoos and piercings, both tits and it looked like his cock was too. Fuck, I’m instantly horny as hell making my own cock swells up and begins to strain the gossamer thin fabric of my bib shorts. Shit! The non-pierced one has seen me staring, nudges his mate and now they are both looking at me, they nod and smile…embarrassed I nod back and scoot off for the start line. A few miles in to the ride a group of about two dozen get to a major junction and have to stop due to traffic and unclip; from behind someone nudges my butt, “Oops sorry” but the hand is still there and a finger traces the curve of my buttock followed by a barely discernible “A fine ass Mr. Peachy, like forbidden fruit, ripe for plucking.” Did I just imagine that? Blushing at the thought I turn to see Mr. Piercings grinning at me…. there’s a break in the traffic and off we go again. 25 miles in to the 100 miler I pull in to the first feed station and as I grab a handful of pick-me-up jells, some sweets and an energy drink I can’t help but notice the two Italia guys are there too. Before resuming my ride, I join the queue for the toilet and when my turn comes low and behold the unpierced guy is standing next to me at the two urinals. He heaves his shaved cock and balls out and I can’t help but take a look as he openly strokes himself to full hardness, but it’s not only his size that I’m drawn to but what looks to be a large red cross tattoo at the base of his penis. I struggle to pee but finally manage it, put my dick away and get out as quick as I can. During the next 25 miles, all I can think about is his hard cock and tattoo… The next feed station is in a field opposite some empty farm buildings where I stop and take my food supplies. As I stand warming in the mid-morning sunshine I’m grabbed by the non-pierced guy, “Follow me round the back here, there’s a toilet and I’ve got the key!” Trance like I follow. Once locked in the tiny cubicle we didn’t speak, our lips locked tongues exploring each other’s mouth, his hands and fingers working over my body, I couldn’t resist to what he was doing to me thinking only with my dick and not my head. As he works my nips with one hand he’s unzipping my top with the other and slips it off my shoulders. In no time my bib short straps are rolled off my shoulders too and pulled fully down leaving my cock and ass free for him to hold and explore. Somehow he squeezes himself on the floor spins me round and rubs and kneads my ass cheeks, kissing my neck, shoulders, back then pulls my pert buttocks apart and dives in for my winking hole. Breathing hard I’m moaning out loud as he lubes my hole with spit as he alternatively rims and finger fucks me. “Oh, oh, ummmm, yeah!” I wail in ecstasy at his ministrations. Coaxing me for permission he asks, “You like that stud? Feels good for you? I’d like to put my dick in there…..” To each question All I can answer is “mmmmm” probed and licked into agreement and as he bends me forwards his powerful legs push mine apart as best he can with my shorts still around my ankles! Simultaneously his cock nudges my hole and with one long deep thrust is balls deep in. “Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” I scream in shock, resistance was not an option, I was hurting yet still wanting that big cock. He gives my tits a hard squeeze and my ass opens up nicely for him, allowing him to pile drive my hole making the toilet door bang to the rhythm of his fuck actions. “Yeah, oh yeah” I coo in both pain and pleasure though now my hole is making wet fart sound…surely he hasn’t cum yet? No matter what my pussy is much slicker now allowing me to push back against each forward thrust getting all the pleasure from his long cock. His “Uhh, uhhh, UHHHH’s” grew louder with each frantic lunge in my cunt. He grips my hips, make one final grand slam up my ass, kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “Cumming” As he still pumps his hard cock in and out of my sloppy hole there’s a bang on the door, a key inserted and the door unlocked. Pierced guy is standing there, cock out, hard with a long strand of pre-cum hanging right down to the floor from his piercing. I can’t help myself but lean forward and lick the sweet salty goo from his cock head. Still pinned from behind I can’t move as he slides his whole shaft through my wide-open lips and down my rapacious gullet, stabbing in and out a few times before announcing, “My turn” Cum ran down my legs when his mate pulled out and grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself up, it’s only then we all notice pink streaked semen on the paper. “Shit! I’m bleeding!” “That’s normal for us, don’t worry about it, it’ll just act as lubricant for our nuclear sperm to marinate in your fertile cunt fellah.” I guess letting me know I had just taken my first known lethal Poz injection. Swinging his thick 8” in front of me smearing my face and lips with his juices “you want this?” With the damage done I nod, reach out and pull on his tit ring making him moan out loud and his cock jerk emitting more dangerous fluids and before I can get to it he’s spits in his hand, rubs the spittle over his shaft, turns me round, forcibly pushes me down so I have to grab the toilet seat for support. He rubs his POZ cock in my ass crack and rams it home until his full balls slap my ass cheeks. I grimace in pain despite the previous fucking, cum and blood to ease the way, I’m breathing hard, his hands gipping my hips so hard his nails are digging in holding me in place as his thick steel hard cock repeated impales my ravaged hole. “Fucking the shit out of you, gonna fill with cum, my POZ babies are gonna be flooding you guts real soon” Rocking back and forth on his hard shaft, I shout “Yeah, give it to me!” Fully skewered on one final thrust he bellows, “Take my charged load” as his dangerous cargo pumps into my bruised and torn pussy with each onslaught. Panting hard, still bent over, he pulls out stuffs his cock back in his shorts and the two march off. By the time I get back to my bike it is the only one left there, I hop on, cum leaking out into my shorts seat pad I ride off in to the distance inhaling the crisp autumn air, listen to the rustling of the leaves on the light breeze as the birds freely chirrup in the trees. All was right in the World.
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i have not done hard chems, but i definitely want to. Never been fucked bare, i want to be fucked up and then fucked raw and pozzed
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I was visiting Montreal for the first time and I found a charming guesthouse on AirBNB. It’s behind the home of a gay couple named Frank and Samuel. Frank is a college history professor and looks the part with salt and pepper hair, a masculine bushy mustache and fit runner’s body. His partner Samuel is a contractor, African-American, big and beefy from years of manual labor and a commitment to weight training. It is obvious they were still very much in love. My plan for the week was to see the sights, decompress from several stressful months at work and check out the local scene. I didn't really have much of an agenda - apart from relaxing and having a good time. My first night in town, I went to bed early because I was utterly spent from traveling. The next morning, I joined Frank on the patio for some coffee and breakfast. He asks me about my life back in California, what I hope to see in the city, typical small talk and then our of nowhere, as I was rinsing my coffee cup in the sink, he asked “So how many loads are you hoping to take this trip?” “Excuse me?” I managed to spurt-out. “I think you heard me,” he replied with a laugh. “Look, when you got in last night, I saw that you logged on to Scruff, so I took a chance that you might have the same screen name on BBRT. From the moment you first walked in here, something told me you were a barebacker…and sure, enough, there you were: the same basic stats, a hot body shot, obviously taken in the same room as the Scruff face shot. And I really like that you’re a four quadrant fucker.” “I’m so embarrassed,” I managed to reply. “Don’t be,” he said, spreading his legs a bit on the chair so his fat cockhead appears below the hem of his nylon running shorts. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” “What’s a four quadrant fucker?” I asked. “On BBRT, take loads oral, give loads oral, take loads anal, give loads anal,” he explained. “You were yes, yes, yes and yes. A four quadrant fucker.” “I like sharing things,” I replied with a smile. “Well, Samuel and I have a rule,” he explains, taking on a stern tone. “No one who stays with us is allowed to have strange men come over to breed them.” “I wasn’t planning—“ I stammered. “…unless we breed our guest first,” finished Frank. “When were you thinking this would happen?” I say, stroking my rock hard cock in my sweats, my pre-cum already leaking like crazy. “I’ve signed up for a city bus tour in two hours but I can cancel it. I think I’m more in the mood to take seed than take a tour.” “No reason you can’t do both,” says Frank. “I love the idea of the hot American riding around on a bus tour with a bunch of tourists with my cumload marinating in his ass, strangers smelling it but not knowing what it is, you being freaked out the whole time because you’re afraid it’s going to leak out and everyone will know what a cumwhore you are.” Frank picks up his cell phone and Facetimes with his lover Samuel who’s on a job site. “Hey, babe, any chance you can take your lunch early? We were right about Randy, total cumtaker. And he wants to milk a load out of you as soon as possible to get his trip started right.” “I can be there in fifteen minutes,” says Samuel. “Don’t anybody blow before I get there.” “Samuel loves to watch men cum,” Frank explains to me. “Who doesn’t?” I say. “Even if I don’t see the actual load because it’s going inside,” says Samuel. “I love to watch the balls contract and the shudder go through the fucker’s body. Fuck, my dick is already throbbing. Check it out.” Frank turns his phone to me so I can see the screen. Samuel smiles to the camera then tilts the camera down to his crotch and pulls his massive hard-on out of his shorts. Jesus, it’s huge. “Look what’s heading your way, boy,” he teases. Samuel happens to be holding a hammer in his other hand and his fuckstick is twice as thick as the hammer and almost as long. “Holy shit,” I say, my hole twitching at the sight of it. “Screw in a few,” says Samuel. I head to my bathroom to clean out and when I come back, Frank is writing on a dry erase board by the refrigerator. “Remind me again how many days you’re here, Randy?” “Counting today, seven,” I say, curious as to where this is going. “How many loads do you want to take and give before you go back to the states?” “I don’t know,” I say. “Well, the last cumwhore who stayed here took 15 in a weekend and still managed to see the city. He’s not half as hot as you, and he was strictly a bottom. You like to give loads, too, so let’s shoot for 25,” says Frank before writing RANDY’S LOAD COUNT on the board. “We only count it if you take sperm up your ass or if you cum up their ass. And we go by the honor system so we’ll take your word for it.” “Holy shit,” I say, turned on by the challenge laid before me. “What do I get if I make it to 25?” “25 fucking loads, man,” says Frank, with a laugh. “Ain’t that enough? You’re going to get greedy now? You want some kind of trophy?” “I’ll settle for a certificate,” I joke. Frank grabs my hand and leads me back to the guesthouse but instead of going through the door to the bedroom where I’m staying, he opens another door that leads to a stairway. I follow Frank downstairs to a room that’s like something out of Better Homes and Breedings. In the center is a bed with black nylon, cum-resistant sheets. In one corner there’s a sling. Near that, is a fuckbench. One wall houses an assortment of sex toys of every size, shape an color. My favorite feature of the room, though, is the opposite wall. It’s painted black, like a chalkboard, and all the studs who have fucked and bred here have signed it in sperm-white; some with their names, some with initials, some with BBRT handles like fratseeder, cumcraver, floodmyguts, italbbtop. Frank pushes me over the fuckbench, pulls down my shorts and starts eating my hole. While I settle in to the rimming, I look up and read some of the inscriptions: “F & S, I’ve never come harder than when you both shot in me from different ends at the same time. Next time, I won’t waste my load on the fuckbench. I’ll sperm up your guts like you did mine.” “Samuel, thank you for pushing my face into Frank’s cummy trench. I never felched like that before and now I’m addicted.” “Thanks for turning me into the cumswapping barebacker I’ve always dreamed of being.” Other studs just wrote catchy slogans like “Raw Is Law,” “BBBH Forever” and my personal favorite: “My sofa pulls out but I don’t.” I’m laughing at that one when I feel Frank’s cockhead pierce my hole. “Oh fuck,” I say. “Don’t have a lot of time for foreplay if you’re going to catch that bus tour,” he says. “Plus, I’ve been wanting to get inside you ever since I saw your picture on line.” He makes strong consistent strokes, each going a centimeter or so deeper than the previous stroke until all 8 of his vieny inches are inside me. “Way to take that dick, stud,” he says, rocking his hips from side to side to let me get used to his cock. I turn on my milking muscles. “You feel that?” “Oh God, yes. That’s amazing,” he gasps. “But you better stop because I don’t want to cum yet.” “Okay, I’ll tone it down,” I say. “Drill me, fucker. Get me nice and open so when your cum shoots out inside me, it’ll hit the walls like a squirt gun going off.” “Lots of comments about your fat cockhead on the Wall of No Shame, I see,” I remark. “Next time, I want to nurse that thing with my mouth.” “Why don’t you do it now?” says Frank. I hesitate to respond. I’ve never done ass to mouth before. The idea has always turned me on but I’ve never had the nerve to go for it. “He’s never done ass to mouth before, I bet,” says Samuel who I didn’t realize had entered the room. “It’s okay, lots of people haven’t.” Samuel bends down, puts his face in front of mine and snakes his tongue down my throat. “But you want to now, don’t you?” “Yes,” I say. “Slap that hot buttsplitter on his tongue, Frank, before he changes his mind,” says Samuel. Frank snakes his dick out of ass. I open my mouth, close my eyes and wait. Time stands still of a moment and then I feel his legendary cockknob land on my tongue. He circles it around a few times before slowly sliding his fresh-from-my-ass cock down my throat. “Taste your ass on my rod,” says Frank. “Smell yourself on my bush.” Tasting the mixture of our sweat, his pre-cum and my ass juice on his dick is intoxicating. I’m hooked on A2M. “You like the way my dick tastes?” I just groan because my mouth is full. “Mmmmmm.” It’s then I hear Samuel spit and feel his wet saliva land on my ass. I think he might smooth it around with his fingers but no, he dives in tongue first, eats me out for a few seconds just to get my wet and then shoves his hammercock in me in one long stroke. I can’t help but pull of Frank’s dick and scream. “Fuck!” I yell. “You said you were in a hurry,” says Samuel as he pistons into my asshole. “You want me to stop?” “No, never,” I say. “Fuck my cumhole. Make it yours.” Samuel picks up the pace. The sounds of his cock head reaming through my asslips fills the room. Frank takes his cumstick out of my face and goes behind his husband to tweak his man nips. “My husband shoots huge,” says Frank. “Even when he’s already cum.” “Which I haven’t,” says Samuel. “Not in four days.” “Holy fuck, is that tour bus going to smell like fresh seed,” says Frank laughing. “That could be a little embarrassing,” says Samuel. “You want me to stop?” “Fuck no,” I moan. “Please, breed me. Please flood me with that hot sperm.” “I like how he said please,” Samuel says to Frank as my breath starts to get heavier. “Who says American boys have no manners?” “Flood my guts, Samuel!” I beg. “Please, please mark it with your seed.” Samuel picks up the pace to full-on pile driving, holding my shoulders tight so he doesn’t knock me through the wall. I feel his throbbing butt-splitter get even thicker in my hole and contract and release my ass muscles, getting us to the point of no return. There’s no no way he can’t breed me now. “It’s so sweet,” Samuel says to Frank. “You’re going to love sliding in here after I jizz him up.” “Do it,” I moan. “Give it to him, baby,” says Frank, who’s taken out his cell phone and is now pointing at the intersection of dick and ass, capturing the breed. “Breed me!” I shout. “Breed my ass!” “Here it cums, stud,” groans Samual. “I’m breeding you! Take my hot sperm! Suck it inside you!” With that, I feel rope after sticky rope of man-jizz pump into my hungry hole. It feels like a huge load, like I can almost feel it dripping down my ass-walls like wet paint. “I can feel it, fucker,” I gasp. “Keep it coming. I want every fucking drop inside me.” Samuel collapses on my back and I fall to my stomach, keeping my ass ring tight because I’m not ready to let that cock go. “You better hurry or you’ll miss your tour,” says Frank. “But you didn’t get to breed him, hon” says Samuel, his spent cock finally slithering out of my hole. “I can fuck him later,” says Frank. “Unless…” says Samuel. A few minutes later, Samuels barreling down the street in his SUV while Frank fucks me in the back seat. Every bump we hit, drives Frank’s dick deeper into me. “Fuck,” I moan. “That’s so fucking good, Frank.” “God, I love fucking a freshly bred ass,” says Frank between fuckstrokes. “GPS says we’ll be there in one minute,” says Samuel. “Give him your spunk, hon, and send him on his merry way.” “You ready to get bred again, Randy? You ready to take a huge sperm-load right up your ass?” “Cum in my ass, Frank!” I scream. “Give me that seed! “Unnnnngh! Unnnnnnghhh! I’m cumming! I’m breeding you! Fuckkkkkkkkk!” “Yes,” says Samuel over and over again as his lover’s load fills my hole. “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.” “Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I say. I start to stroke my cock, thinking I’ll get off before I get on the bus. “Jerk off if you want,” says Frank, “but the load won’t count to your total unless it goes in someone’s ass.” “Fine,” I say, pulling away from Frank’s dripping dick. “I’ll save it. I’m serious about this shit.” “I’ll be happy to take the load when you get back home later,” says Frank. “Unless you find someone to shoot it in before then.” “I think we have a prime candidate,” says Samuel pointing out the window. There, greeting guests outside a double-decker tour bus is my guide for the afternoon; a little fire plug of a sex bomb; maybe 5’ 6” with a totally jacked body, Pacific Islander, with smooth dark brown ski, friendly eyes and a blinding white smile. “Do we think he’s a barebacker?” I ask Frank and Samuel. “Don’t know,” says Samuel. “But those khaki shorts practically scream ‘Breed Me’.” I pull my shorts up over my twice-loaded ass, get my backpack ready to cover my still hard cock and hop out of the truck. “Ooh, fuck,” I say. “I’m so squishy back there.” “You’re welcome,” says Samuel. “Don’t be late,” says Frank jokingly. “You know how we worry about you.” MORE TO COME...I HOPE. Hope you guys enjoy and if any of you dirty minded fuckers get into hot phone, shoot me a message and let's get off together.
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Hey fellas, how's it going? I'm a total newbie to this lifestyle, so this may turn into a bit of an introductory post for me. Please either forgive me if I mess up the slang terms and stuff, or punish me and make sure I get it right next time ;p Basically, I'm a transman who's always been mostly into women, but also very into raunch and cum, too. I'm almost 5 months into my transition, and I feel like testosterone is definitely having an impact on my sexuality, an effect which I've heard is quite common. It's kind of hard to describe, but basically it feels like my masculinity is more animalistic than I expected- I was a fairly restrained, eloquent ladies man prior to starting T (testosterone, not Tina), but actually having testosterone controlling my urges and personality is making me care less about men's fashion and convincing women how charming I am, and more about down and dirty fucking and getting off. In the past, I've given and received golden showers (mostly with women, but occasionally with dudes or crossdressers), and it's one of my favorite activities. I love the physical sensations- the warmth as it splatters in my face, flowing over my skin and soaking my hair, the distinctive smell- and the way it feels emotionally- knowing that my partner is marking me like an animal, feeling like a piece of trash for getting off on something so filthy and depraved. Most of the women I've done it with are definitely *not* into pigplay though, so I've always had to wash off before we moved on to sex. My whole life, I've been extremely aroused by the idea of really filthy, nasty, depraved fucking- I mean just wallowing in our combined filth, letting it get ground into my hair and slathered thickly over every inch of my body, cumming hard from the awareness that I'm enjoying being utterly defiled. I gave up on the idea of brown showers when a girlfriend convinced me that it's gross, and the point was driven home the first time I witnessed a guy getting fucked up the ass and the smell of his shit being churned filled the room we were in- the smell definitely turned me off. But goddamn, a part of me still wants to know what that warm, stinking mess would feel like flowing over my bare skin, my face, even my coating my genitals in hot, thick slop and letting strangers fuck it into me, like lube. The part of me that wants to be a pig is making my dick throb right now, but there's another part of me that makes me too nervous to act on my filthy fantasies, and I want to silence that apprehension. I'm also hesitant about taking loads bareback- thanks to T, I can get creamed in both holes without worrying about pregnancy, but now I worry about disease. I've always wanted to be a cumdump, and when I've been with guys and felt their cock throbbing as they spurted seed, I wished they weren't wearing a condom. I fantasize a lot about how it would feel to get filled with thick, hot cum, to take loads one after the next until it's oozing down my legs and squelching obscenely with every thrust. The idea of being subjected to an anonymous, condomless gangbang makes my fun size fuckmeat rock hard. I want it so fucking bad, but, just like with scat, I'm too apprehensive about the consequences to pursue my fantasy. Okay, so here's the meat of my post: I want to give in to my fantasies about no holds barred pig play, and let myself get completely used in the filthiest ways possible. I've used IV drugs in the past (though not T yet), and know that injecting coke, for example, obliterates ALL my limits, and makes me so horny I'd happily consent to, and get off on, just about anything. From what I gather, T (not meaning testosterone, this time) is even better for bringing out one's inner depravity. I would love to find a partner, or a group, that would get off on busting a few of my cherries, and turning me from a straight boy who's secretly an inexperienced but eager pup, to a complete and total, fullblown fuckpig. The idea of being drugged, either with my knowledge or stealthed, in order to get me fucking and sucking shamelessly, and indulging in the nastiest raunch the top wants without hesitation, completely fueled by piglust, makes me so goddamn horny. I want that release. I want to silence my shame and doubt. Here's my main question, though: Is combining chem sex with pig play frowned upon? Can I be cosidered a pig if I need to be high to get really nasty? Or is drug-fueled debauchery accepted/normal? Thanks for reading all this, and thanks in advance for your feedback. Also, if anyone in the Boston area is into the idea of getting this little stray transboy fucked up and turning me into a total fucktoy, let's exchange numbers. I'll also send pics if you want, sorry I've been too apprehensive to post any in my profile.
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Has anyone heard anything about the progress of PReP in Canada? I know that Québec has put the treatment on its subsidized drug plan, but has there been progress elsewhere?
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Back in the early days of AIDS, poz guys were warned that if they continued to bareback with other poz guys, they were at risk of developing a "super bug" that couldn't be controlled by meds. I'm damn happy that I never listened to the warnings. I've taken loads from literally hundreds of poz pigs in my guts over more than 30 years. I am healthier, hornier and promiscuous as ever. Yeah, I know, a lot of other unlucky bastards didn't make it, and others struggle with HIV. But not having bareback sex with poz pigs isn't going to bring anyone back or help anyone. I feel honored and grateful that I carry the DNA from a lot of those pigs - and I continue to enjoy raw breeding with poz men with no apologies, fears or regrets.
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Hello! Back in September, I made a post (https://breeding.zone/topic/30071-should-i-have-unprotected-sex-with-an-undetectable-poz-fisting-partner/) talking about an undetectable poz fisting partner who was suggesting I might want to play bare with him. I'd go on PReP if it was on offer locally, but it isn't owing to gaps in public health coverage, and the discussion surrounded my decision-making process. Should I? Shouldn't I? Well, we finally did it. We talked about it again, and in the middle of an extended fisting session I ended up topping him bareback. (He also ended up tapping at my back door, though I don't think he did more than just-the-tip.) Inside, it felt rather nice and warm. So. I've done it once. Should I keep doing it?
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Come one come All to Mid America Fisters in Action (MAFIA) at Steamworks this Friday Sep 19. MAFIA will be taking over the 3d floor gym with slings and fuck benches from 10PM until ??? - Also Rough Trade is in the club, so it should be a great time as well if fisting is not your main interest. I will be there in Room 301 as well, taking all loads as always :-) Come on out on a Friday night, it's the weekend, you had a hard week and its time to fill some holes with the cum you have been saving all week :-) I am in town staying in the NW side by the airport (no car) so if your not up for Friday night, Saturday and Sunday could work as well. Email: totalasspig@net-dudes.net versfistpignj on asspig and bbrts Follow my ass on twitter @totalasspig
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So what sex acts are truly piggy? Sucking. No, unless you do something like blow the rugby tea. Fucking. Still no, even including barebacking. If you are a happily monogamous couple, you can fuck your brains out but its not piggy until you add the emu feathers and strawberry YooHoo. Even bug chasing is not necessarily piggy, if you are doing it for love. Rimming. Admittedly it's a challenge for some, especially at the beginning. The problem is there are two types of rimming, the polite rimming you do to please a top or get your bottom ready (not piggy) and the when you shout from under your rim seat "Serving number 12" at the baths. Watersports. To me there is nothing so unambiguously piggy as drinking a load of piss right from the spigot. Even getting pissed on is still pretty darn piggy and when you get to piss enemas, that is hardcore in my book. And face it, once you get into piss felching and fisting are around the corner.
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I saved myself for a long time. Fear of being out, fear of being rejected. I was full of fear, but one day, it all went away. I was living in Calgary at the time, and my need for sex finally overcame my anxieties. I met a handsome black dude in a club. He was tall, with dark ebony skin. He was in town buying antiques from an estate sale. I was in town to lose my virginity. We clicked, and we talked for a while, then went back to my place for sex. We didn't really talk about risks, or sex histories. I was a virgin, and I was too shy to ask the right questions. Besides, this was a dozen years ago, and there was a lot of don't ask/don't tell going on. It seems I had a natural affinity for giving a blow job, and I swallowed my first load of cum without a blink. After a bit of recovery time, I took the first of many dicks up my ass. It got plowed really good, and because I had taken the edge off with my blow job, it went on for a long time. When he came, the condom broke, and all that creamy goodness pumped inside me. I was thrilled, but he was a bit upset. Feeling cum in my ass made me feel nasty, but in a good way. After a few moments, I could feel my body react. I had goosebumps, and it felt like a warm soothing fire had been lit inside me. All my inhibitions were gone, but I was still one huge bundle of need. We fucked again. The sex was rougher, and I bled a bit. He held my legs above his shoulders, and drilled me in places he hadn't reached earlier. We didn't use a condom that time, and things feel even better. My new friend was done, but I was hornier than when I started. There was a gay bathhouse in town called Goliaths. My friend said he wanted to see me get fucked again, so we got a double room. He was popular at the baths, and knew a lot of people. I had a bit of coke earlier, so I was flying high. I pulled an eight man train that night. A couple guys looked a bit wasted, but I was wasted too. They said something about having the bug, and asked if I was okay with it. I said sure (not really knowing what bug they referred to), and they let the cum fly. I passed out at some point, and when I woke up a few hours later, all my new friends were gone. I had so much cum on my face that I had to pry my eyes open. My ass had been stuffed with the end of a towel, and when I pulled that out, I could tell it was a lot more dilated than I had even seen, plus it was pretty bloody. I felt wrecked: my ass WAS temporarily wrecked, and I looked like.the cat who got all the cream. Something changed in me that day. I liked the feeling I got from bottoming for a group of guys. I LOVED being treated like a slut, and being told what to do. I became addicted to cum, and I had a new place to pursue it. I didn't get HIV then, but I did get a double dose of STI's. Rather than being horrified, I was turned on by it, and I now chase bugs every chance i get. It didn't all cum together for me like that, but the more modest couplings I had in reality unlocked a door in my head, and I gave myself permission to try anything. Fiction and fact have swapped places many times, and I am now the slut of my dreams (and maybe yours?). -
Link to the article Interesting article. Highlights: 47% of men bareback at least some of the time Pushing condoms doesn't help PrEP may be a better way to stop HIV transmission So we aren't wrong when we suspect a lot of guys are barebackers. -
In a recent post to "Where did you get your last load", I saw that someone put the Midtowne policy on barebacking. That has been there as long as I have been going there - Mans Country in Chicago is the same way with signs up as well. I pay those signs no mind. I am spending my gay dollars at a gay establishment - I am a consenting adult, knowing and fully aware about HIV and STDS. If I am in the gang shower like when I was at Mans Country and some guys wants to fuck my ass, I bend over and let him take it. The one time I did even Chuck Renslow walking by, watched for about 20 seconds and left. Renslow is against barebacking and has even told all the bareback companies they are not welcome at IML. I've been barebacked at Midtowne in Houston as well - The Staff can ask you to stop, but you can always go to a room and do it. What happens behind closed doors is again the business of two adults. Each time I go the baths, I take the condoms and put them under the mattress. I have no use for them at all. What's your take on this? -
Ok, the easy part for a top is to shred his own condom, or remove it during the fucking. Now how many bottoms here have had to do the reverse? I know it sounds weird but there are tops that still wear a condom on their own wishes. Now if a top puts on the condom (booo) I will let himi in, but I will try to roll the condom off him each thrust he goes into me. It has worked a couple of times in which the top just takes the thing off and breeds me. I have heard of guys filling there hole with petrolium jelly, with hope of the condom breaking. what have you tried?
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I had a nice sex life until one night when an inept cocksucker who couldn't keep his damn teeth off my meat ruined my life forever. We were both drunk and I was nodding off in a back room at a sex club when the equally drunk but wide awake excuse for a cuntmouth thought my almost 8" would be a great snack. I was almost asleep when he started blowing me and scraping my cock with his damn teeth. After one really painful stroke I finally pushed his head off. He got the message as well as saw another target and left. The pain from his abuse subsided and I drifted off to sleep. I awoke with a hardon and a guy trying to sit on it. It felt good although I also needed to take a piss. The asshole pumped himself on my turgid dick as I lay back and enjoyed it thinking this is the pleasure my dick should have felt when that cocksucker was blowing me just a few hours before. I did get off after he worked it for what seemed like half an hour, rewarding us with a nice load up his ass. By the time I finished cumming in him I also realized my dick was feeling pain from the cocksucker's abuse and was hoping I didn't catch anything from the cocksucker's mouth, the previous loads the asshole I'd just came in may have had in him or from the asshole's canal itself. The asshole left and a while later I finally got up and headed to the showers. I was a little hung over but it wasn't as bad as some of the headbangers I'd had over the past two decades or more. I looked at my dick in the harsh flourescent light and early morning light coming in through a frosted glass window at the end of the shower room. I could see the red marks from the cocksucker's teeth as well as what looked like what could have been scab from the cocksucking that was sloughed off when the asshole pumped on my dick. I washed my dick off and took a whole shower, stepped over to a watersports bottom laying near the drain at the end of the row of showers and doused him good before finishing my shower. I felt better after relieving myself in the watersports bottom's face and headed to the locker room vowing to never mix drinking and sex again. That vow was a day late and a dollar short. A few weeks later I got the tell-tale flu sickness of HIV infection. I never found out if I got it from the cocksucker whose teeth cut up my dick or from the asshole who sat on it those few hours later or from soneone else I'd fucked in the interim. I should have gone home or at least locked myself in a cubicle at the club after pushing the cocksucker's head off but I was too out of it. I also wondered if I had passed it on to others I'd fucked since then. Over the time from the incident to when I caught that flu I had fucked two assholes and been sucked off several times as well as gave a couple of guys a drink of my warm beer on tap. I was an average looking working man of forty or so, somewhat ruddy complexion, clean shaven with dark black hair and a medium build. My callused hands with their constantly dirty nails earned my living for me on jobs ranging from sweeping warehouse floors to operating forklifts, repairing and tuning up trucks, doing plumbing and HVAC, erecting fences, agricultural work and other jobs. Only other gay and bi guys knew I was into getting my rocks off in men. Even my ex-wife whom I'd caught slutting around didn't know, mainly because I was much more discreet and careful with my affairs than she was. After that flu I put off cruising for a while, just going to work and going about my normal routines and jacking off, since I was feeling fatigued. My doctor put me on some meds and I increased my diet to try to keep my weight up. Of course my rough sometimes chapped hands werent the best for jacking off and my dick longed to pump cum up an ass and use a mouth as a cunt and urinal. I didn't want to be a vector for the AIDS but there were assholes and cocksuckers that needed filling and who needed to submit to us men and make us feel good, not to mention that many who had been seeded. I bought a few various cunts at a smut shop including artificial vaginas and an Accu-Jack type of machine. I had saved money by not going to bars and sex clubs over the two or three months since I'd realized what I had so I could well afford the porn and cunts which were nice to fuck for a while augmented by the porn I read with the pictures I looked at while jacking off or fucking one of the cunts. The Accu-jack failed after just a month and the smut shop gave me the runaround so I fucked the cunt it had manually. I fixed the machine myself a week later and resumed laying back reading the porn magazines while the machine gave me a better blow than some cocksuckers did. My first post-discovery sex came about when I saw someone who had been on my shit list way back when we were snotnoses. I was surprised as hell to see him in a leather bar aand not only that but flagging a red hankie out his right hip pocket. I let the shock wear off and then casually walked his way and gave him the once-over, silently lamenting I had no red hanky of my own to flag out my left hip pocket. I then realized how easily I could poz his ass, if he wasnt pozzed already. He seemed to see a gleam in my eye and came to me. "Hi there. Score yet?" I greeted him. "Not yet" he replied. He said he was looking to get fisted. I said I wanted to fist someone and fuck him. He looked at my hands and seemed not too interested so I suggested I buy him a drink. After an hour we finally ended up going to his place, a decent looking apartment in a seedy looking neighborhood. There he knelt and kissed my crotch though my jeans and then opened my fly and sucked on my dick. I felt good with this punk who had harassed me sucking my pozz dick, already swallowing my precum as well as some of my dick cheeze from under my unfurling foreskin. His mouth was a good if not spectacular cunt, unlike the piece of shit at the sex club whose teeth subsequently got knocked down his throat by another intended victim. "OK let's get to fisting." I said after he had gotten my dick hard. I wanted to pump my first load up his ass after I fisted it. We stripped and he lay on his stomach on the rubber sheet on his mattress on the floor. I greased up my hand and got in position. I put my fingers and thumb together so my nails wouldnt snag on the way in and worked my greased fist up his hole. I had fisted a guy once years before but with a rubber glove on but this time I was barebacking my fist up this ass for a reason. I got in just past my wrist and then splayed my fingers and thumb and gave my wrist a twist, my hand rotating inside his hole, I could feel some added stuff, blood, joining the crap and lube inside him. I continued rotating my wrist as I pulled my hand back and then shoved it back in, my fingers and thumb still splayed as wide as would allow me to shove it back in. I then rotated again as I pulled back, stopping roatating only when my fingertips neared his sphincters. I balled up my fist and pumped it in him like it was a dick. My hand had blood on it as well as the other shit from his ass when I finally pulled out. My dick was rock hard so I simply took my position mounting him and shoved my dick right up his ass. He was as loose as my ex-wife's cunt but I could still get the friction I needed to get off in him. I fucked him with gay abandon, turned on by how great my orgasm would feel when I ejaculated in him. I fucked him harder and faster. He lay there contented although I could tell he had wanted a longer fisting session. That was not his call, I was there to get my rocks off in him and "breed" him. I felt myself reaching my goal and fucked him in a variety of strokes, some fast, some slow, some full, some short, then I jackhammered his ass and hilted myself as I pumped my poz sperms deep up his hole. I let my dick shoot my first volley of spunk up his ass, then I pulled almost out and slammed it home to pump more in. A few more thrusts and I was spent and laying on his back resting, my sperms swimming around in his rectum, some working their way into the cuts inside his twat. He seemed content from my cumming in him and I took a short nap on him, my dick still up his ass even though it softened quite a bit. An hour later I woke up, still on his back. My dick was still in his hole so I began carefully thrusting in him. Soon my dick started rehardening as I thrust more. He was awake too and asked me to fist him again. "After I get my second load off." I said as I continued thrusting in him. It took longer for me to get my second load off but it felt just as good as the first as I pumped it up his ass, my prick feeling the total bliss of using my "former" enemy for the piece of cunt he was. A few more thrusts and I was satiated. After resting and him saying I was one of the better fuckers I pulled out and stood up. "You ready to put it back in?" he asked, looking at my dirty hand. "I need you to suck my dick." I replied. He didn't seem too pleased but complied. I wanted to add insult to injury so to speak. He complied and sucked my dick clean. Had I more time I'd have lay on my back and let him suck it til I popped a third load in his mouth. I would have liked to give him a drink of my warm beer on tap or a golden shower but instead I went into his bathroom to clean up a little. I washed my hand of the crap he'd left on it from fisting him and pissed in his sink, then dried my hands off. He went into the bathroom to shit and I headed to his bedroom where I quickly got dressed and took off, not bothering to say goodbye or anything. I had accomplished my mission and needed to get home and get ready for work the next morning. I stopped at a decent restaurant for a nice dinner before heading home and taking a shower. I went to bed pleased about how great my dick felt when I injected my loads up that asshole. I never saw the dude for a couple of years, so I didn't know if I'd pozzed him or if he had already been pozzed before I fucked him.
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Tuesday night cruising a sex site finally connected with a hot versatile POZ guy uptown. Got to his place about 12:30 AM. Short guy with a very small waist, a big cock, and a hot smooth bubble butt ass. I wasted no time licking his balls and cock and moved down to lick his sweet ass! He sucked my cock and played with my ass. Turned him on all fours and tongue fucked his hot twitching hole until he begged for my throbbing and dripping thick uncut POZ cock. I slid it in and began a slow rhythmic fuck in that beautiful bubble butt. Such a turn on to see my big thick POZ cock in that small smooth ass! I talked dirty to him, telling him he was a POZ slut whore and that I was gonna shoot my AIDS load deep inside him. Finally I could hold back no more and I shot my deadly load inside that small ass! When I pulled out I resumed licking and sucking on his used hole - sweet. I was ready to go again and so was he. This time as I came in him he shot his wad all over the bed! I licked him clean. We parted to meet again. Looking for more guys like him.
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