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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE – Unsuspected Pnp’ers Who knew they partied? A recent series of posts on Breeding Zone, discussing whether or not your friends are aware of your partying activities got me thinking about the times I discovered someone I knew and would never have expected indulged, was instead well-acquainted with enhanced sex. For 16 years, I've managed to keep my party life from interfering with my two careers or other "normal world" day-to-day activities. Some periods I attend pnp parties once or twice a week, some periods a few times a month, sometimes only once a month. In answer to your question, CERTAIN friends know I party (certainly my husband knows I do, though he does not - our open sexual relationship for the past 27+ years and our opposite work schedules mean I do so only during those times he is working which he is cool with). Only one of my straight friends knows I party, and select gay/bi friends. Usually those are friends I've either met "in the scene" who have crossed over into being actual real-world friends that one could rely on, rather than just pnp-buds (who are fine too, so long as one realizes the limitations and true parameters of that kind of interaction). However, every once in a while I'm surprised to discover someone I never expected is a partier, and I always get a kick out of hooking up in a situation like that. When my husband and I lived in Hell’s Kitchen in the 90s, directly across the air-shaft that sank through the center of our apartment building lived two guys who like us were musical theater performers – these guys were both hot and ripped African-American dancers (my hubby and I are Anglo – and like them I had a muscled dancer bod). It got to the point where we would all do 3 ways and 4 ways together… the catch being that either one or both of them would come to our place, or I would go to theirs by climbing across the airshaft 4 stories up! (My hubby, an opera singer, could not do the same). To be fair, the ventilation shaft was shaped like a hexagon <=> and we crawled across where in the angle where the two windows met. Like us, one of them was really kinky and the other pretty vanilla so no enhancements were ever included. They eventually moved out to LA to do music videos. Then, a few years later, after I had started to pnp a bit more, I bumped into Craig, the kinky one, at a buddy’s afternoon chemparty and finally got to play with him in a supercharged way – we did so several times during the time he was back in New York for a show – it was great to finally fuck that beautiful hot ass bareback and get fucked by his fat black cock the same way, along with some major hole play between us. There was a hot but conservative couple I knew that for years were very vocally anti-party - we'd played together, but it took longer for me to get to their place then the un-enhanced sex would actually take, and so I didn't go out often. Then one day out of the blue they had a total switch and my numerous sessions with them since have been very hoT - I've written about them in my true experiences blog on this site. The same for an actor/director I knew only professionally - we'd starred in two productions together and he'd directed me in a third... what a Christmas Present it was when this guy - a married guy with kids who had a TV series in the 80s and is in a ton of movies we've all seen - got me alone at a rehearsal for "A Christmas Carol" and told me he was bisexual and a 'mutual friend' had assured him that I could mentor him in the T-fueled gay sex scene which I gladly said I would... this was made even more ironic in that I was playing Bob Crachit and he was playing Ebenezer Scrooge at the time. Imagine if you will seeing Crachit and Scrooge naked, blowing clouds and booty bumping, with Crachit topping and breeding a leather restrained Scrooge and giving him chem piss... yeah we played that up in our first sex session (even used the British accents...). One of our other first sessions took place in his house one evening, in his office/library room while his soon-to-be ex-wife was out – we swapped pipe hits while fucking on his desk and blowing clouds on the family pics on his desk. When they separated, he took an apartment in Upper Manhattan and we pnp’d there frequently. Another surprise was recent and very, very welcome. During the '90s when I lived in Hell's Kitchen, there were a number of regularly scheduled sex parties in NYC. There was one I attended very frequently where the guys running it would not charge me the entrance fee if I would come early and get the sex started (having no inhibitions). One of the event runners, Bill, was one of the hottest guys I'd ever had sex with and we'd frequently save our last encounter of the night for each other when we'd flip-fuck, both of us having spent the rest of evening topping others. While I would do some bottoming on some nights, he never did at all, except for me and one other guy and only at the end of the party, because the other guys in management didn't want his big cock and butch leather reputation to be sullied among the other customers/guests - apparently, they felt, correctly it seems, that the possibility of being fucked by him brought lots of guys back week after week. Bill and I also very naughtily broke the “always use a condom” pledge that was part of the event rules somewhat frequently… however, it was usually so late that there’d be no one to notice who ever would have complained or reported it, and hell, he was one of the event runners! Anyway, these parties were very much NOT chem-friendly so how would I know he was into it? After 12 years without seeing each other, he read one of my "real experience" blogs on Tumblr, and as he said "I knew immediately that had to be you!" and sent a message. Funny, he was afraid I wouldn't remember, or that I'd not be interested - WRONG!! I nearly fell out of my chair trying to respond immediately - it's nice to know that someone you think was one of the most amazing sex partners EVER thinks the same of you! The first time I saw him after those 12 years, I met him in midtown to introduce him to my candyman. After sitting around with a few other guys and blowing clouds with them, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other – and since nothing was going to be happening where we were for at least a few more hours – we found a nearby hotel room, raced over there, got naked, loaded up our pipes and dove all over each other. We both ate hole for what seemed like hours, since we’re both addicted to rimming and we each do it VERY well. It was a very hot, unexpected surprise (we hadn’t planned on playing until the following week) and though it was only a couple of hours, it was just so much fun to really LET GO with this kindred spirit. Just this past weekend, I introduced him to a hot versatile couple I play with sometimes in the Bronx, and it was the first time I saw him slammed (he’s done so very infrequently)… it was amazing to watch him truly relax and just have FUN while the four of us flip fucked and enjoyed each other all around. So we've now partied together - one on one, which is unusual for me - several times now and the sessions have been awesome. We also relate on a number of other levels including having husbands with physical disabilities, and its great to have someone to talk about that with as well - its been double bonus time for both of us!
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Hi. I've been lurking around this forum for 11 years. Thanks for all the stories that I've busted a nut to. I AM NOT A WRITER. I apologize in advance for the editing. It was done on a horrible HP keyboard that I will be throwing away now. I think the story is easy enough for people to follow. Its styled well and no run on sentences, at least! The one thing that you will notice is that I repeatedly change from "tenses" from past and present. This was hard to correct since I was reliving the memories. If a good editor would like to help me fix that, it would be much appreciated. THIS IS MY FIRST WRITTEN STORY EVER. This isn't hardcore at all; but does involve slamming and homoerotica. I would like to tell some other stories so that I can release some memories out into the universe. Sadly one of these guys are gone and my therapist thought this (writing) might help ease some of my feelings. Hope you enjoy, guys. ▌│█║▌║▌║ E N J O Y ! ║▌║▌║█│▌ There's an undeniable tension between Ty and me, something more than just a drug dealer and an addict. It's a twisted sort of love, one we both seem to crave, even if we'll never admit it out loud. I find myself thinking about Ty often, wondering what it is that keeps drawing us together, despite our differences. He's an oddball, sure, but there's something about him that I can't resist – something raw, something real. I know he's fascinated with my body, with my cock, with the way I move and the way I am. And while he might not be able to admit it, I can tell that there's more to his desire than just a simple fixation on my physical form. When I do meth with Ty in the room, I can feel his eyes on me, his hunger for me palpable. It's an intensity that I've never felt before, and I can't help but get off on it. There's something about the power play, about knowing I'm in control that drives me wild. It's not just about the meth, either. Don't get me wrong, I love the high – the rush, the euphoria, the way it makes my body hum with pleasure. But there's something about sharing that experience with Ty that makes it that much more intense. It's like our addiction feeds off each other, like we're both getting high on something more than just the drug itself. I think about the way Ty watches me, the way his eyes follow my every move as I inject, the way he can't seem to look away even as I stroke my dick for his benefit. There's a raw honesty to his desire, an undeniable hunger that I can't help but feed into. I know Ty's caught up in his own addictions, both to me and to the meth, but I can't help but wonder if there's a part of him that sees something real in me, something more than just the trick he's dealing with. Maybe there's a part of him that's looking for something real in return, something beyond the high. I hope so, because I need him. I'm no saint, and I know that I'm taking advantage of his fascination, using it to my benefit. But I can't help but feel a connection to him, a bond that goes beyond the drugs and the sex. It's like we're both drowning, but we're drowning together, and there's a certain comfort in that. I think about how Ty will never have the life he wants, how his addiction to both me and the meth will keep him tethered to a world that's far from perfect. But at the same time, I can't deny the way he makes me feel, the way he pushes me to the edge and keeps me coming back for more. We're both damaged goods, Ty and I, but there's something about the way our lives intersect that makes us fit together in a way that's almost perfect. It's a twisted kind of love, one that I don't think either of us will ever find anywhere else. And as I get ready to slam another dose, as I **watch** Ty **watch** me, I can't help but think about how much I'd do for him, how far I'd go to keep our twisted little dance going. It's not just about the high anymore; it's about the connection we share, the bond that keeps us both __cumming__ back for more. <<author's note: testing forum for Markdown support>> I'm standing in our small, freshly cleaned bathroom. Ty can sometimes be a clean freak, especially concerning the bathroom and kitchen. Then again, sometimes other rooms of the house can look like the motel scenes from 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." The water is running in the shower, steam starting to fill the room. I've left the door wide open, on purpose, knowing full well that Ty would eventually wander in and catch a glimpse of the show I've got planned. The idea of teasing him, of making him watch and him to anxious or even possibly shy to do a damn thing about it, turns me on something fierce. In my right hand, I've got the tourniquet, loosely wound around my upper arm, ready to be tightened when the time comes. In the other, a folded-up piece of aluminum foil, carefully tucked away until the perfect moment to reveal it. My skin's already itching with anticipation, the rush of adrenaline and arousal coursing through me. I've always preferred slamming to snorting or smoking meth, for the sheer thrill of sticking the needle into my vein and watching the liquid turn into a rush of pleasure coursing through my body. It's a high like no other, and I can't get enough of it. The burn of the meth, the sting of the needle – it's all part of the ritual. The water's getting warmer, and I step into the shower, letting the hot spray dance across my skin, washing away any dirt and odor from the day as I prepare for the main event. I like some smells and odors, even masculine ones, but I have a paranoid fear that I sometimes smell and that it might turn a client off. I sometimes become fixated on that. So, I take my time, soaping up, rubbing myself down, and knowing Ty's likely watching me from the doorway. He's good at staying hidden in the shadows, but I know he's there. I can almost feel his eyes on me, devouring my every move, and it's making my dick swell in my hand as I stroke it, slowly, enjoying the sight of my own flesh. I don't want to brag, but for my size, my boy stick looks rather large; God did me out of proportion, thankfully. Most people first notice the width of it; fucker looks swollen all the time, plump, engorged, even when soft. Then, they normally mention the length next. Right at 9 inches. At least 8 and 3/4, for real for real. FRFR. I will confess to looking in mirrors and even turning myself on. I finish roughly washing my prized junk. My balls hanging somewhat low due to the heat from the water. I shaved yesterday in the standalone shower in the other bedroom. Ty gave me some excellent razor blades and sat in the bathroom with me, fixated on my downstairs area. I didn't get hard because I was nervous about having an audience while also handling something so sharp. I have accidentally made some stupid motions while fucked up tweaking that did damage to my joystick. I mean, what kinda kinky pervert wants to watch somebody shave their junk? Other than my homeboy Ty? I'm not sure why Ty's so into me; Jesse, this dirty, filthy addict. But I've learned to use his fascination to my advantage, toying with his desire while getting my fix. It's a game we play, and I'm always one step ahead. The water's now steaming hot, and I turn it off, leaving a puddle of water at my feet as I step out of the shower, dripping wet. I towel off my hair, letting one small towel slip to the floor as I bend over to pick up another and also the foil from where I'd left it. The aluminum crinkles in my hand as I open it, revealing the clear shards inside. I've never been one for subtlety, and I hold the foil up for Ty to see, watching his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me, still naked under the larger towel, getting ready to shoot up. He's probably got a lil bit of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth; probably pre-cum leaking out of his semi-aroused pole. My body was still slick with water; the water droplets on my tattooed arms began to evaporate as I focused on the task at hand. With the crystal now on the counter, I begin carefully preparing a shot. I take out a clean syringe and a small spoon, and I measure out a heroic dosage of clear onto the spoon. I then add a few drops of water to the spoon, and I stir the shards and powder until there’s nothing left but a smooth, liquid pool in the spoon's concave center. After adding my filter, I carefully draw the solution into the syringe, making sure to remove any air bubbles. My movements were practiced and precise, the result of years of experience. I could have done this in my sleep; hell, I think I have worked some shots up in my sleep. But, never while driving, I promise. I find the vein in my arm with practiced ease, running my fingers over the crook of my elbow, feeling for the right spot. With my other hand, I grab the syringe from the counter, filled with my hefty dose of dope, noting the liquid filled chamber. I'm not one to skimp on my high, and Ty can watch as much of it as he wants. This is gonna be a master-blaster. So stand back, or get closer, either one! The tourniquet, now tight around my arm, I trace my throbbing vein just like a hunter would sight through a rifle, to insure myself where I'm aiming. I'm getting ready to slide the needle when I notice how quiet it is. I normally turn on the bathroom fan, but didn't because I wanted to retain the heat and humidity from the shower. In the quietness, I notice I can hear Ty's breathing quickening as I set up the show for him. And, I smile, or maybe smirk, knowing he's getting off on this as much as I am. I plunge the needle in, feeling the cold metal bite into my flesh, then slide it smoothly into my vein. I push the plunger down, watching the meth enter my body, feeling it course through my veins like wildfire. I let out a low groan as the meth hits my system, the rush of pleasure and euphoria spreading through my body like a wildfire. I mutter some curse words. I guess my mouth must've been open because a tiny trail of slobber ran down my chin and landed on my abs. My dick involuntarily twitches, moving the towel still wrapped around my waist. It's a sign that it will eventually be rock hard and ready for anything. I toss the used syringe into the sink, letting it clatter against the porcelain, and reach for the towel to wipe my arm clean. I stand up and turn back to face the door, my almost nude body glistening with water, my skin taut and flushed with excitement. Ty's there, leaning against the doorway, his eyes locked on me. I think I can still hear his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's wearing a blinding white t-shirt and athletic pants that button up each side, like you're able to just rip them off. Though I sometimes still get confused about my attraction to some males, I'm no longer ashamed of it. So, as Beetlejuice would say, "it's Showtime..." "You like what you see?" I ask, my voice thick with arousal. Ty swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as he nods. "So fuckin'' much," he whispers, his eyes locked on my downstairs, which seems to be throbbing or vibrating from the drugs. I grab my one eyed anaconda and shake it at him. I know I've got him right where I want him, trapped in his desire for me, unable to do anything but watch. It's a heady feeling, having the power to turn him inside out with just a look, a touch, or a comment. "Hey, Ty. I'm not ignorant, man. I know you want it, don't you?" I ask, stroking my dick slowly. "I bet you even want to taste it? Even want to feel it inside you, don't you, man?" He swallows again, his voice shaking as he nods. "More than anything." "Then why tha fuck don't you come here and get it?" I taunt him, enjoying the power play. "I'm right here, all wet and ready, and you're too He nods, his eyes locked on my hand as I continue to stroke my dick, feeling it flex and then grow in my grip. I almost never get dope dick; but I sometimes can't bust a nut. This shot of clear, though, appears to be getting me rock-hard and ready to burst though. So, luckily, I know it's only a matter of time before I will be cumming. I lean back against the counter, spreading my legs, giving Ty a clear view of my cock as I stroke it faster and faster. The water on the floor steams up as I work myself into a frenzy, watching him watch me. "You like that, Ty?" I ask, my voice rough with need. "You like watching me play with my dick while you're stuck outside? Wishin' you could feel it for yourself?" He nods again, his face flushed, his eyes transfixed on my hand. "More than anything," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. I can see the outline of his cock straining against his Adidas pants, and I can almost taste his need as much as my own. It's a heady combination, knowing I've got him right where I want him, trapped in his desire for me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of my hand on my own cock, the meth-induced euphoria making every touch feel electric. I stroke faster, my breathing quickening, the sounds of my own pleasure filling the room as Ty watches me lose myself in the moment.. "God, I'm close," I say, my voice ragged. "So fucking close. I'm gonna come, Ty, and you're gonna watch it all." He nods, his eyes wide, watching as I begin to really pump my piston, noticing my dick twitching in my hand, as my body puts itself on auto-pilot, preparing to empty my nuts and blow my load. The meth's got me wired, and I can feel the tension in my balls building, the pressure rising, ready to burst. My nut sack narrowed around my balls. I could feel that familiar sensation I craved of my cream-filled balls rising, snuggling up to meet my body. I could feel them drawing up and tightening, even feel my boy-juice flowing up from my sacred jewels and loading into my giant cum cannon. "Fuck, Ty," I gasp, my eyes still closed, focused on the sensation coursing through me. "I'm gonna come, yo!" He swallows, his eyes locked on my cock, and I can see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he struggles to contain his own desire. I don't think he's blinked a single eyelid since this drama began. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body twitching and spasming as I erupt, shooting ropes of cum across the bathroom in every direction. I keep stroking my shaft, avoiding the sensitive head, a trick a mutual friend of ours showed me he could do that allowed him to double nut. My hips began bucking uncontrollably, and more jizz flew out of my balls, splattering loudly against the mirror, spraying the sink, coating the floor, and even a jet landed on the wall adjaent to the sink, painting the room in my silky hot spunk. I lean against the counter, panting as I watch the mess I've made, knowing that Ty's going to be the one to clean it up. With a smirk, I say, "You can clean that up for me, you straight chasing relentless cock worshipper. Its all yours, and plenty of it, my white nigga." Ty nods, his eyes locked on the cum-coated surfaces, his hand reaching out as if he's about to touch it, but stops short once more. His eyes flick to mine, and I can see the desire burning in them. "Don't worry, you sick fuck, I'm gonna let you have a taste," I say, enjoying the power play one last time. "Just hurry and clean it up." His face lights up with excitement, and he moves to start wiping the cum from the mirror, the sink, and the floor. As he gets up off the floor to clean the wall, I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his own arousal. "Once you're done here, you can do that other thang you do," I say, watching him work. "I'm high as fuck, so you might get an encore in just a bit. I mean, if you’re up for it,” Ty nods, his voice shaking as he speaks. "Fuck yeah, bruh. That's what I'm talking about." He finishes cleaning the bathroom, and I watch as he leans over the sink to retrieve one last smear of my cum from the mirror. To my surprise, he brings his finger to his mouth and licks it off, savoring it, with a satisfied grin on his face. "Goddamn, Ty. What the fuck? You really really like my boy cream, don't you? Dayumm, like you for real for real, aintcha?" I ask, my voice thick with curiosity. "Shit, man," I continued. "You fuckin' addicted to dope, dick, and my jizz. After all, they say it's the other white cream," I chuckled, trying to fashion a joke together but, as it turns out, I was too blasted to follow it through, and so it fell flat. Ty wasn't concerned about my comedy failings. He still was sucking MY semen from HIS finger. "Man, I gotta admit that I do find that pretty hot. I mean, never have I ever had any client or fuck buddy that was such an openly dedicated and enthusiastic cum guzzler." He sheepishly nods, his eyes locked on mine, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I think I just might be ah-dick-ted," he said amusingly, his voice low and husky. "But, its more that I feel closer to you when I eat your cum, like there's something more so intimate, yet twisted, about it. Look, this friendship we've forged, this relationship we have, has come along way in the past year, don't you think? Sometimes I forget that the only reason I even know you is because you STOLE my boyfriend’s Harley while he was in jail. The one I was still making payments on!" <<author’s note: I hope to work this story in eventually. Remind me if I don’t! >> I raise an eyebrow, the memory also just reemerging to the front of my consciousness as well. Amused by his admission. "Well, consider yourself lucky then. I'll give you as much baby batter as you need to keep you hooked." Wow. That def fed my ego: I have somebody, by their own admission, saying that they are addicted to my precious jock juice. Ty laughs, or tries to, as he is hampered by continuing to lick his finger clean. "I'll take all you've got, Jesse. Every last muthafuckin' drop." And with that, he stands, walks over, and sloppily kisses me on the lips. (I forgot to mention that we both have big, full, natural lips. So, all of our kisses are sloppy, no matter who we’re making out with. Plus, Ty totes like 4 tubes of various tubes of Nivea chap sticks at all times because he hates dry lip, which he said he gets from certain batches of meth. If we ever smoke clear with our friends, we use a shabong. When Ty passes it, they know better to complain and just grab a towel and wipe it off from his previous nigga-lippin’ action.) He heads back toward his bedroom to get more drugs, leaving me alone to enjoy the afterglow of my high and the twisted dynamic of our relationship. I can't help but wear a goofy smile as I sit there on the sofa knowing he'll be thinking about that orgasm, my orgasm, for days. He loves me in an inconceivable way, but I know its real. Ty used to have all kinds of guys around, whether he wanted them there or not. They were usually boys younger than me, which were plentiful in and around Athens. He preferred the backwoods guys over the university ones. But, for slightly over a year now, since I've been around, he obviously marked me as his territory, and I haven't seen any more dudes hanging around in a long time. I sometimes check his phone. He never deletes anything and really is too honest to cheat. Nada. Other than porn, which I love too, there’s no signs of a significant or insignificant other. I think to myself how lucky I am. I mean, he brought me out of homelessness. Once I realized he was a genuine person and got over his intense preoccupation with me, I realized I had the dick and the power in this relationship. I will reflect on this later, I tell myself. For now, I'm freshly drained but still buzzing. My hormones and neurotransmitters are sending signals to my in the facis...Jed move away from there. Ty and I had lots of sayings and inside jokes between us.) I feel the high beginning to wash over me in waves. It's a high like no other, and I know that no matter how many times I do it, I'll always be coming back for more. The end.
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A sigma male aka the lone wolf is a confident, self-reliant, charming, mysterious, and introverted man. He’s not ready to commit to anyone and only has a few friends in his life. He’s almost the same as an alpha male but he doesn’t have a pack following him. He loves risks and adventures and is a self-aware man Does this sound like you ? Look forward to hearing your thoughts Have a great week Carlos 😀
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My boy and I have been together for seven years and have amazing sex. He's an insatiable piggy bottom who lets me cream his tight asshole every chance I get. He can bounce up and down it like a champ. We have only played together with other boys once and it was intense. See, we always play bare, and I just thought that he'd make other guys bag it up. Not so. When my boy's best friends from High School, who were now boyfriends, came to the city to visit, we put them up on our sofa bed. We have a small apartment, but the bedroom is separate enough to provide some privacy. First night they were on the sofa bed, we could hear them fucking. It sounded like Ron was really pounding Jonathan's ass hard. My boy got turned on listening and we snuck to the cracked door and watched for a few seconds before he backed up on to my precum-oozing cock. I fucked him in the doorway until I blasted my load up his hole, my cum leaking down his tanned thighs as Ron blasted inside his boy. We quietly closed the door as Jonathan shot his load all over Ron's burly chest. The next morning, our guests headed out to do some sightseeing, while my boy and I hopped on the train for work. We made plans to meet up at a bar and go dancing that night. (I gave them the addresses of some really sleazy adult stores in Hell's Kitchen and Chelsea in case they needed somewhere to go during the day. Don't know if they went.) I wrapped up everything at my office a few hours earlier than usual. I thought I'd head uptown and change before our night out. When I got to the apartment door, I could hear heavy breathing and moans from inside. I remembered we hadn't given our guests a set of keys and thought my boy must have been watching some bareback porn on the TV. Boy was I wrong. Opening the door, I saw my boy, being double penetrated by Ron and Jonathan. Ron was on his back, with Jonathan's sticky cock slamming back and forth into my boy's hole. His jaw dropped when he saw me and pulled off their cocks. The boyfriends laughed as my boy tried to make an excuse. “It's not what it looks like,” he shrieked. I chuckled as I unbottoned my shirt and dropped my trousers. “It looks like a helluva good time to me. Mind if I join in,” I asked. His eyes lit up and I shoved my now-hard cock as far and as roughly as I could down his mouth. I then noticed the lack of ripped condom packages on the bed. No lube either. Fuck, he's giving it up raw again! I thought, “at least time the tops aren't total strangers!” The other boys repositioned and went back to raw tag teaming his sweet hungry hole. I asked them both to tell me when they were close. Ron asked if it was okay to cream my boy's tight hole. I said, “You're both clean right?” He smiled but didn't reply. As his breathing quicken, I shot some of my load down my boy's velvety throat and some on his slutty slack-jawed face. He was in pig heaven. I got down on all fours close to my boy's ass as Ron started to shoot. Jonathan pulled his slimy dick out as Ron creamed my boy's tight hole. That sent Jonathan over the edge and he shot a few spurts on his boyfriend's raw dick before jamming his cock up there too. They both loaded him up real good, then pulled out. I shoved my own cummy cock up his hole and came again after just a few strokes. We were a sweaty mess. Ron said that they had got the idea to try to seduce my boy after a hot Hell's Kitchen gloryhole session. They called my boy at work and asked him to come home early so they could let them in. “So this wasn't the whole reason for coming to the city after all, breeding my boy?,” I asked? “Well now. Jonathan tested POZ this summer and we were going to a breeding party to see if I could take some loads too,” Ron said, rather matter-of-factly. Shit. The last time my boy took another guy's raw load, there was a good chance that it had been POZ. He dodged a bullet that time, but his ass was well-used and torn up. What if it took? My boy asked me, “Will you suck out the cum? That may make safer?” Well, safety was out the window at this point, and when I saw him fingering his sloppy cummy mancunt, I couldn't resist. I fingered out all three loads, felching for all I was worth, jealously swallowing it all, Jonathan's POZ cream, mixed with Ron's and mine. I got hard again and came in Jonathan's hungry mouth. We cleaned up and went dancing, getting horny and sweaty again before heading home and having another delicious fourway. This time, I took Ron's load and perhaps one of my boy's last NEG loads. Hot. Fucking hot. -
Part 1 This is the story about the time I went to Sacramento, California for a work meeting, and had the time of my life! My name is Ricky, I am from Washington (State) and was working for a major healthcare provider, 24 years old, 5’10, 160 pounds, fit build, 6.5 uncut and just thankful and happy to have a secure stable job in high demand. I had also been parTying on occasion since I was 22 and loved it, but kept it discreet and rare. So in June, I was told I needed to fly down to Sacramento for a 3-day training. I was excited to go! I had never been to California and was looking forward to it! While I made my travel arrangements, I had the thought I should take a few extra days off and stay there. Explore and see what kinda trouble I could get into. The company allowed us to take extra time, I’ll I’d need to do was pay for the room for a few days, the flight was all paid for by them! With that I made my flight arrangements, and paid for the extra nights in the hotel at a discounted rate! I needed a break from my boyfriend, taking care of my younger siblings (our mom passed away suddenly when I was 22 and I became instaparent) and just all the stress that living in Washington brings. I got my A4A, and BBRT account set up and was on the hunt to set up some encounters while I was there. That’s when I came across a profile on A4A which practically made me drop to the floor with lust! His name was Scott, he was 38, POZ, and parTyed! I shot him a message and asked if he’d be interested in meeting up. He replied immediately with “fuck yeah boy! I wanna breed that ass!” 🤤🤤 That sent a chill throughout my body and I swear I was in love! He was everything I never knew I always wanted! He had the most beautiful blue eyes, 6’2”, 200 pounds, dark blond hair, 9” cut cock and a muscular build! I replied back with “fuck yeah, I’ll do anything you want!” So we set up a time and place to meet. My work meeting was Monday morning through Wednesday afternoon so we agreed to meet at the Arden Mall Wednesday evening, just to make sure we liked each other in person. Everything was set and I was excited, but I also was feeling a slight hesitation. I am a very bad boyfriend when it comes to being faithful sexually. I had already cheated on my boyfriend so many times I lost count, and secretly parTyed. That was hard to do because he used to parTy before we met so he could identify it easily. For two years I had been able to keep it from him 😈 I had taken so many POZ and unknown loads before, mainly at Steamworks and Club Z in Seattle while spun but they were all undetectable (so they claimed), Scott was POZ and unmedicated. That turned me on so much, because low key I wanted to be part of the brotherhood but still had never converted. I quickly pushed the hesitation out of my mind and decided that I wanted Scott to be the one, to be my daddy! For the next few weeks we exchanged several messages a day, discussing what we were into, what we wanted to do together, and before I knew it I found myself catching feelings for him. my boyfriend and I only fucked a couple times a month, so to cover my tracks I seduced him on Sunday afternoon and we fucked (with a condom 🤮). Poor guy was uncomfortable fucking BB (did he know I was a cheating slut?) and insisted on wearing one. Once that was over I packed my bags and he took me to SeaTac for my evening flight. We get to the departure zone, and before I get out of the car he kisses me and tells me he loves me. I kiss him back and instinctively tell him I love him too. He’s a good guy, but so vanilla… A good, wholesome daytime boyfriend you could introduce your family, friends, and coworkers to. Little did he know I had a dark, sexually thirsty dark side I needed to explore and fulfill. I walk into the airport, check in at the Alaska Airlines counter, and go through security. As I go through the line, I catch the eye of the TSA agent who gives me this subtle grin. Maybe he saw the poppers in my bag as it went through screening. This man was probably about 30, 6’ a solid 220, deep blue eyes and jet black hair (my FAVORITE combination)… I hand him my ID and ticket, he looks it over and smiles at me. my heart melted! He hands them back to me along with a piece of paper. I quickly stuff them in my pocket, get through security and hop on the train to the D gates. Once I’m there I pull the piece of paper out of my pocket. On it there was his name, Martin, his phone number, and “You down for a pump n dump before your flight? Text me!” I am always down for a pump n dump! Before leaving home I had prepped myself just in case! I quickly texted him “fuck yeah where can we meet?!?!?!?” He replied with “Boy turn around, I saw the poppers when scanning your bag and I followed you hoping you’d message me! There’s a discreet handicapped bathroom with a locking door around the corner, meet me there” Sure enough, I turned around and there he was! We locked eyes and he gave a slight head motion to the right, turned around, and started to walk towards the handicapped bathroom. I felt like the vampires in twilight when it comes to their speed and quickly rushed to follow him! Around the discreet corner I met him. He grabbed my hand, led pulled me into the bathroom, and after we entered he put a sign on the door that said “out of order” and locked it behind us. Once inside he grabs my hands, pushes me up against the wall, and kisses me so deeply, so passionately! He said “boy, the moment I saw you in my line I got hard knowing I wanted to breed you, gift you with my seed… my POZ seed!” I almost melted and said “fuck yeah daddy, I want you to load me up and breed me!” As we’re passionately kissing, we pull each others clothes off and standing there, each wearing NP jocks. His was black, mine was red. Just above his throbbing 8” cock was the tattoo I had come to love, the biohazard symbol! I ruffle through my bad and pull out my poppers. He turns me around so I’m facing the wall, he gets down and eats my ass, practically tongue fucking my hungry, hairy hole. I take about 8 hits of poppers, 4 in each nostril and am begging him to breed me! He stands up, spits on his cock, and pushes it against my hole. “You want daddy’s POZ cock don’t you boy” he whispers into my ear. “Fuck yeah daddy, breed my NEG hole” I whisper back. “You on PrEP boy?” he asks? “No daddy, I want to join the brotherhood” I say. I take a few more hits of poppers and push back on his throbbing BB cock and he pushing forward into me. Suddenly I feel him slide in. My hole was already pre lubed with the hope I’d get fucked soon. He slides his 8” fat python cock into me balls deep. He holds it there for a moment and whispers into my ear “that’s daddy’s good boy, a nice lubed up slut ready to take my BB load!” His cock had just the right curve to where he was pushing up against my prostate and I start to drip PC like crazy! His right hand grabs me by the throat, his left hand pushing my back into the wall, he pulls almost all the way out, then rams his cock back in! I let out an indescribable moan of pleasure, and he starts fucking me. “Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck me, harder daddy, yeah, use that NEG hole to satisfy you!” “Fuck yeah boy, this ass is MINE! Fuck, it feels so good! That’s it, push back hard on daddy’s dick! Milk that POZ cum out of me” He then starts piston fucking me for about 15 minutes then releases his right hand from my throat, grabs me by the hair and forced the side of my face info the wall while still using his left hand to push my upper body into the wall. He is ramming my HARD and I start to feel him tense up and growl as I push back hard on his dick. Finally I felt him start to shoot his load in me. As he’s doing so, my semi hard cock shoots a fat load right onto the bathroom wall. That caused my hole to tense up and clench around Martins dick, milking it as hard as I could, which only made him shoot more POZ seed into my thirsty hole! By now, we’re both panting like animals and he keeps his dick in me, his sweaty chest on my sweat back. He pulls my head around with his right hand and kisses me. “Fuck that was so good, this is the first time I’ve ever shot hands free” I say. He looks over and sees the waterfall of cum I shot into the wall. He scoops some up into his mouth, swashes it around in his mouth, swallows it, then kisses me. By then I feel his getting soft and ready to pull out of my hole. I clench as tight as I can when he finally pulls out, milling every last drop out of him as possible. When he finally does, he turns me around, grabs my hands and holds them over my head while he kisses me. My body is practically shaking, I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life! He whispers into my ear “Now you’re mine boy, always and forever. When you come back, I’ll be waiting. Your new life with me begins next week. I will allow you to keep your job, stay in contact with your family, and let you provide for those who depend on you. At the end of the day though, you’ll come home to me, your new daddy. I’m POZ but not currently medicated. I’ve waited years to convert the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, and that’s you!” All I could do was look him in the eye and say “yes daddy, I hope you were successful in knocking me up!” He said “good boy, now get dressed and while you’re in Sacramento, take as many loads as you can. When you come back we’ll go to the Poly clinic in downtown Seattle and have a special test run to see if the DNA from POZ load I gave you matches mine. If it does, I’m your daddy, if not, I’m your step daddy. Either way, you’re mine. I know where you live, where you work, and everything else about you.” With that, he gave me a passionate kiss, got dressed and left. Told me to wait a few minutes before I walked out too. And, that his load was to stay in me. I happily agreed and said no load I take ever leaves me. He gave me this evil grin and walked out. I got dressed and walked outa few minutes later. Then waited in line to board my flight.
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What and where is the Best Way to be a Slut/Whore ? 1) By Visiting Saunas / Bathouse 2) Refers by friends 3) Other ways
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To the bottoms who are out of the closet, are you also out as bottoms? I came out to my mom a long time ago and later she found some of my butt toys laying out on my bed. So I just told her I was a bottom and it felt liberating. She had a lot of questions and I just answered them for her. It wasn't bad at all. Now I think pretty much everyone who knows me knows I'm a bottom. I don't advertise it but I don't try to hide it either. To the people who are open about being bottoms to your family and friends, has it been a positive experience?
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Hey guys, just asking for a roll call for who may see this on guys in Texas who may be looking to network and expand their circle a bit. Friends or otherwise. I’m in small town and prolly only guy in town who uses this site. I am between Sweetwater and Sonora on the map. Central Texas. Message me to chat on a messenger for more personal stuff. Or if you see someone else in this thread that you may connect with, hit them up 👌🏻🙌🏼 waiting for covid to relax a bit before I start heading out to all diff cities again like I used too.
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Anyone know how to remove followers from your profile? Thanks
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Bb bttm with a tight ass is looking for a regular top bud to hang out with. wanting to be bred raw, leave your seed in me.poz friendly. Looking to take loads and piss in my tight ass No loads refused... Looking also for a reg bud to hang out with and fuck with... Bb bttm here into anything but scat.. Piss play...bb...cum swallowing...breeding... Submissive bottom here... Groups+++...younger+++... Anon....gangbang... Hmu
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Live in northeast PA, but visit philly often. Seeking top friends to cruise with, hang out at bars and bathhouses, and ofcourse fill my hole with cum regularly. Usually down weekends. Always happy to meet a group
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How do you mix being friends who completely against BB-ing, but also loving to BB yourself?
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Looking to increase my travel in the future. Would love to travel from city to city seeing the sights and playing with the local studs. But always like to get to know some guys in the area first to get an idea of what to do in the area and its just always nice to make some new friends. Also love being pimped out by guys. Do anything and take any cock that the master tells me to. Overall like being a filthy pig in order to amuse another man or 10 . If anyone is interested hit me up. Would love to get to know some people and become their personal cumdump.
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My buddy, Thomas, is currently behind bars and hopes to be out soon. In the meantime, he could use some pen-pals to write to on a regular basis. He is looking to pass the time and wants to get to know people and make new friends and gain some insight into life when he gets out so that he doesn't back slide. He is truly Bi and would love to hear back from everyone. He is open to write to all races. He does have a thing for BBC! Reach out if you want his e-mail address or visit the Florida Inmate search directly and look for #K88187. The address will be there and you can respond directly.
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A friend of mine and I used to fuck each other every now and then a while back, but we're both really bottoms so we've stopped that. Still, we're both pretty big sluts, so occasionally we share stories or recommendations for good tops. Well, he called me the other day and asked me if I'd be interested in a threesome. He'd recently been fucked by a guy who had expressed interest in having more than one ass to fuck, and my friend new I might be interested - especially as he promised me it really WAS a big cock! 23cm / 9" and with a matching thickness... Damn... Yup, I'd be up for that! The top wanted us to be ready for him, blindfolded and lubed up next to each other on the bed when he arrived, so last night I arrived at my friend's and we got ready - and waited... When the top arrived he instantly got naked, had a bit of a feel of both asses and forced a couple of fingers roughly inside me, and presumably also in my friend, judging by his moaning. And then the top moved on to the bed and my friend REALLY started moaning, and before long I could hear the sound of the top slamming pretty aggressively into my friend's ass! Fuck, it was so hot to lie there, naked and blindfolded and horned up on poppers, listening to my friend getting a rather rough fuck right next to me! And all I could do was wait, sniff some more poppers and hope it would soon be my turn, because judging by the sound of my friend it sounded like it would be worth the wait. Oh, boy... Oh, boy, was it worth the wait! After a while he shifted over behind me, and I've got to say that cockhead was pretty impressive! Damn, I was definitely not in doubt that this was a big cock that was being rammed inside me. I was definitely grateful to my friend for sharing such an amazing cock with me. The top fucked deep and hard; it was kind of painful when he went balls-deep - which was more or less every stroke! - but also just an amazing feeling of having such a large cock just hammer away at my insides. God, I love it... He switched back and forth between our holes quite a few time, and when he was eventually ready to cum he asked which of us bitches wanted to take his load... My friend was a good host and offered it to me - and I certainly didn't say no to it! A few quick, hard thrusts, and then he held his cock in me, buried to the hilt as he unloaded every last drop of cum in me. Then he pulled out, got dressed and left, and my friend and I kind of started giggling at the slightly absurd situation as we pulled off our blindfolds. I felt a bit guilty for my friend not getting any cum, so I offered to dump a quick load in him if he wanted to. You've got to be a gentleman about these things, right? Also, I was REALLY ready to bust a nut, so why waste it? A few thrusts in my friend's gaping, sloppy hole and then I shot in him - though for obvious reasons I wasn't able to deliver my load quite as deep as the top had done in me. (7" or so is all I can muster.) But damn, I was waving a flag in space, putting my cock in a hole that had just been fucked open by a 9" cock! I commented jokingly on this when I pulled out - so he got curious and ended up fucking me for a minute or so as well before adding his load to the top's in me... - So that was an interesting evening!
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Hey brothers! 23 here, always looking for new dudes to chat with. Send me stuff, I'm into everything. Weirder the better. Or we can just chat about music and stuff haha! kik/wickr/snapchat: Chaddydelrey lets go dudes!
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While it wasn't my load, I was able to watch a good friend of mine pump his load fee inside of my boyfriend. When he pulled out, I licked his cock clean before he smacked my face and hopped in the shower to clean off and head back to his partner who thinks that they're monogamous.
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This story begins with a guy named Will, with whom I had been hooked up a few times while I was in high school. He was about 5'7" 170 with about 7.5" cock. Needless to say I had lot of fun with him, but I knew he wanted to see what else we could get into. So one weekend when his parents were away he texted me on Friday after school and said, "I have the place to myself for the weekend. Why don't you come over and just stay here until Sunday night?" To which I responded "I'm on my way." That night we spent to ourselves, sucking, fucking, kissing and all that stuff which was great. The next morning, he told me he wanted to invite a few friends over to chill. Of course I agreed, and around noon four of Will's friends showed-up. One I recognized from school, the others I didn't know. We chilled, played video games, watched some TV, you know, just typical guy things. The topic of sex came up and we all immediately got horny. Will was sitting next to me and moved my hand to his cock. I pulled away quietly saying "Not in front of everyone." To which he responded, "Why do you think they came over?" I was surprised he didn't tell me but got excited at the same time. I got in the middle of them while they all started to undress to which Will was the first one and immediately put my mouth on his cock. I saw the rest of the guys getting undressed and they were pretty big, the smallest was Will, which got me really excited. The biggest one was about 10" and beer can thick which scared me at first but I definitely wanted the challenge. I undressed and sucked all the guys until all were hard. Then they wanted to breed me so I had one guy in my ass and one in my mouth and playing with the others with my hands while Will wanted to be last. The first guy in my mouth finished real quick and never got to my ass while the 10" insisted on using my ass the most he could. The other two loaded me up in my ass then the biggest plowed me hard for about 30 minutes before unloading. Then it was Will's turn, with all the loads in my ass he didn't take very long before he added his seed to the mix. Shortly after he blew, the guys began leaving but not before each gave me his number, as well as taking mine, with the understanding I should give a text anytime I wanted a load. Finally Will and I were alone and cuddling, the loads still in my ass. "So, what did you think?" he asked. "That was hot. I honestly can't wait to see them again." He said, "They are coming over tomorrow too and bringing some friends, you think you can handle it?" I was a little reluctant but then said, "Yeah bring them on." To which he kissed me and we had a little one on one fun for the rest of the night. The next day, the four guys came back and they each brought one friend who was about the same size as they were. I got them all undressed and started to suck them off and then they all took turns in my ass and mouth until I was covered and full with cum. Again each of the new guys gave me his phone number, and again I finished that day's escapade when Will plowed the loads ever deeper into my ass, truly filling me up. Stay tuned for next occasion when I did a three-way with a guy with a 12" dick and Will, in addition to some BDSM with a bunch of guys. And much more.
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Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…
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I had a friend, well it's complicated, coming over last night. We met about nine years ago, he was 16 at the time, I was 19. We flirted back then, kissed a few times, but never actually fucked or anything because he was way too confused about coming to terms with his sexual orientation. We've been on and off through the years, so last December our contact started up again, this time more intense. Anyway, he got home last night and we started drinking a few beers and smoking. He's into weed, I'm into hookas, so we just blended the whole idea and started getting high. It hit hard and fast. He knows I'm a versatile top, but he's a top himself, so he knew that if there was going to be sex, he was going to top me. Yes, please. We started making out and I just grabbed his package. That sausage was soft, but you could feel it getting thicker and harder by the second. He moaned a bit when I put my hand under his boxers and grabbed his balls. The feeling of being stoned but conscious of what you're doing is actually kind of pleasant. We left the living room and crashed in my bed. We undressed and there he was: a 25-year-old male, with the right amount of hair, athletic but not muscular, clean shaven, with a 9-incher completely rock hard. I pushed him back, he fell on top of the sheets and I just started sucking. He was moaning and groaning. He also became extremely verbal: "Fuck, I've never felt that. Do it again," he said when I deepthroated him. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth wildly. We kissed and he started stroking my throbbing dick. In a matter of seconds, he was giving my head like there's no tomorrow. I seriously advice to try getting high and having sex, best feeling ever. While he was sucking me, he started to massage my hole and put a wet finger inside. I moaned and he kept finger-fucking me. We were ready to fuck. Even though I love BB sex, I got a box full of rubbers just in case. I'm not going to let a hottie escape because he doesn't want to go BB. The problem was that his cock is just too big, so my condoms would not fit. Well, they did, for a while. He started pounding my arse as I was on all fours, and I could feel the head of his cock in my stomach. When he started going wild, he said: "Fuck, babe. It broke." I turned around, looked at him, removed the rubber, lubbed it up and said to him: "put it back in." He asked me if I was sure, and after nodding he went back at it. What a fucking festival of sounds, heat, sweat! We were sweating like pigs, and this boy-turned-man was pounding the shit out of me bare. He pushed harder and said: "I'm gonna cum," and I only said: "do it." He groaned and moaned as he bred me, immediately falling over my back knackered. He asked me to stroke my cock and give him a facial, so I complied. Turned him around -he's way smaller than me- and started jacking off as he dirty-talked to me. I shot five or six times, I think. His face was all shiny and white. After that, we hit the shower, had something to eat and went to bed. He left about an hour ago. Who has been fucked or has fucked a friend from the past after many years?
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Been busy as of late and havent had much time to play and the fuck bud has been asking me to meetup with no success, so I am attempting to set him up with another fuck bud I have played with in the past. The current fud is a complete pussy bottom who will do just about anything you ask and the other is a vert top who has topped my ass a few times in the past... I was wondering, has anyone out there been lent out or has lent out their fuckbud ? How has it worked out for both parties? Any idea on making it more fun? It gets me horny thinking someone else is using that mouth and ass after I used it and referred it
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