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Alright men, I have a challenge for you. There is a video I've been searching for that I can't find no matter how many searches I pose on Google. I'm going to try to describe it, giving as many details as I can, hoping someone here knows the video. It's of a man masturbating in what looks like a home office. I believe there are plastic bins in the background and a door in sight. The video is homemade. I believe he's married. I think that may have been an important part of the video. He has a beard, and from the light, I believe he is either ginger or has brown hair close to ginger. The lighting is low. I believe it was done at night. He has a hot body, showing abs. His skin is slightly pale. I also believe he's hairy. His dick is huge. I think it was his dick that made this video hot. As you can see, these are pretty general descriptions, and I'm having trouble finding the video. If you think you find it, can you post a link to the video? I've been searching for this video for years. Goodluck men. I hope you find the video that has launched a thousand loads.
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Before Jay, there was Anthony & Mikey. You might say that they were my “can I really do this” litmus test. I met Mikey in an M4M AOL chatroom. It turned out we were both off school and were both bored and extremely horny. He was 20 compared to my freshly-turned 18. We both looked pretty similar: tall, skinny, smooth and with dark brown hair and eyes. Perhaps discovering we looked alike led to what happened. “Are you a sub?” Mikey asked. “I’m pretty sure I am. Although it’s not like I have any real-life experience to say for sure,” I typed back. “Experience is one thing I can help with!” he replied back. With both of us being bottoms, I was a bit confused as to how he could help me. “What are you doing for lunch? Come to the mall and have lunch with me and my master.” I felt a flurry of emotions as I sat there staring at the monitor. As dumb as it sounds now, I thought to myself that this would be the first “real gay thing” I had done in public. I wasn’t sure if I was suddenly admitting I might be gay, but going out on a lunch date with two gay guys seemed like a first step. “Okay. Why not!” I nervously replied. My hands were shaking so much that three simple words seemed nearly impossible to type. After I signed off, I was at at loss for what to do. Was this an actual date? Was I going to be having actual sex? What do I wear? Why was I even freaking out about what to wear? “Mikey said it was just lunch,” I mumbled to myself. I ended up quickly showering and throwing on my jeans and a simple t-shirt. As I walked into the mall, I wasn’t really sure what to do. I didn’t seem to see anyone that looked like Mikey’s pic. As I sat down on the bench near the mall entrance, I briefly contemplated that this was just a cruel joke. Maybe I was just early. Or, maybe someone was having a laugh at my expense. I sat there for what felt like an eternity, but was in actuality probably only a few minutes. “Ben?” I heard a voice from behind me before a hand landed on my right shoulder. A jolt of energy surged through me and I jumped a bit. “Sorry!” I said standing up embarrassed. It was Mikey standing in front of me. He was cuter and younger looking than his picture. “I didn’t mean to spook you,” he said with a smile. “This is your first time, huh?” he added. “Meeting other guys that is.” I laughed nervously, “That obvious huh?” “Come on. Sir is excited to meet you. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve seen him this worked up before.” Mikey led me over to this little Mexican eatery that existed outside of the food court. “This is Sir,” he said introducing me to a much older, stockier man in his forties. He had that delicate balance between beefy, muscular and chubby. With light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he had a certain undeniable magnetism. I was at a bit of a loss on what to say. “Hello...Sir.” It felt weird to refer to him like that. “You can call me Anthony,” he said with a chuckle. “While I appreciate the effort, you’re not my slave like Mikey is; at least not yet,” he added with another chuckle and pat on my back. We got our food and sat down at a double table with four chairs. I sat by myself on one side with Anthony directly across from me. I’m not sure, but I think that may have been the most nervous I have ever been. With people all around us, all I thought about was who did I know that was going to see me out on my gay lunch date? As we started talking about work, school and family, I became much more relaxed. It felt like we were all just friends hanging out together despite this undeniable undercurrent to the whole lunch. “Oh shit,” Mikey suddenly said while looking down at his watch. “I need to run or I’m going to be late for my Chemistry lab. It was nice meeting you, Ben. Go easy on him, Sir,” he said with a sly smile. “You know me,” Anthony quickly retorted. Mikey locked eyes with me. During that moment, I was unfamiliar with the emotion those chocolate eyes were conveying. After an intense but fleeting moment, Mikey turned his head back towards Anthony. “I do know you. That’s why I’m telling you to go easy. Ben’s a naive little lamb that I feel like I’m abandoning to a wolf.” “We’re either prey or predator,” Anthony retorted. “Don’t you agree, Ben?” I’ll admit that I was lost. There was clearly substance to their conversation that I was lacking knowledge of. “I have my own take on that subject.” “And which are you then, Ben?” Anthony asked inquisitively. “Don’t answer that, Ben,” Mikey quickly interjected. “You’re too virginal to answer that in complete honesty.” He leaned into Anthony ear and whispered something inaudible to me. “I can’t promise that,” Anthony replied. Mikey shot me another somewhat unsettling glance. Leaning over towards me, he whispered, “Sorry. I do really have to go. Otherwise, I’d stay with you.” I didn’t know how to feel in the moment. It all felt like complex layers of linguistic entendre. With Mike gone, Anthony crossed his arms flat on the table and looked at me intently. “So...prey or predator. Tell me your unique take on the dichotomy?” “Sometimes, I believe one can be predatory prey.” Anthony looked intrigued if not a bit dismissive as well. “Do elaborate.” “I’m not saying this applies to me necessarily…” I started to say. “But it totally applies to you,” Anthony interrupted with a smile. I smiled back. “Fine. In some moments, I crave something with such wanton abandon that I actively hunt for the thing that I know will hurt me...or rather to satiate my hunger. I’m not simply passive in waiting for my predator to find me. Sometimes, I’ll leave the comfort of my den, so to speak, and search for a hunter. I’ll lay out my traps rather than the reverse.” He sat that smiling ear to ear. “That’s a point if view that has never been conveyed to me before. So...the obvious question then is did you seek out Mikey so you could leave your den?” “Mikey was merely coincidence that we were online in the same room, but…” I hesitated to finish my thought. I wasn’t even entirely positive that my current thought was even actually valid or truthful to why I decided to go to lunch. “But?” Anthony probed. I felt my cock flinch in my underwear suddenly. “But, I maybe have chosen to leave my safe den to meet you as Mikey’s master.” “Really...why?” “Like he said. I don’t have experience being a real-life submissive. Perhaps, the temptation to present myself to you and see what you’d do to me was something that I craved more than I could resist.” I felt my cock suddenly become fully erect in my jeans. Whatever happened next, I knew I wasn’t going to be in control. My secret lusts that I normally kept chained and repressed were now in control. I was merely along for the ride at my desires behest. “And what did you hope would happen to you, Ben?” With people coming and going all around us, I’m a bit surprised that Anthony was able to engage me to a point where those people didn’t exist. Talking so openly about this side of me was something I never thought I would do out in the open. “I don’t like to put artificial restrictions on what can happen to me,” I playfully but honestly replied. “How can I put restrictions on things that I’ve never experienced in the flesh? Seems like I would potentially miss out on a lot of experiences that I might have enjoyed.” “But what about when you experience something bad?” “Knowing me,” I replied, “my brain is capable of transforming bad things into something enjoyable or exciting in one way or another.” “That’s what I like to hear,” Anthony said with a devilish grin. “Come. Let me show you my special, little, fortress of solitude.” I followed Anthony down the main corridor of the mall until we made a left into one of the offshoot arms containing the more boutique stores. He walked us to a nearly-hidden door that was only discernible from a push-button keypad on the wall. Pushing a series of numbers, the practically seamless door popped open. “Woah,” I said in amazement. “Kinda neat, huh? It’s the service corridor to this section of the mall. Deliveries, maintenance, and things like that all take place through these secret-ish tunnels.” I followed him down the long, cinder-block hallway with painted concrete floor. On our left, we passed a series of doors that either had a three-digit number or sometimes a store name written on masking tape below the number line. Some even had peepholes like a hotel room door. “Pretty sparse on lighting,” I said while noticing the general lack of overhead lights. “At night, when I have to stay late doing inventory for my store, it can get pretty spooky in here. Without the ambient noise of shoppers and music playing through the speakers everywhere, these areas feel more like haunted tombs.” I felt shivers run through my arms, down my spine, and all the way through my legs to my feet. I definitely felt the sudden fear, anxiety, and paradoxical sexual tension of being prey begin to course through my veins. “You know,” Anthony continued, “they have cameras everywhere else in this godforsaken tribute to capitalism except, of course, for the bathrooms and these private hallways.” Another serious round of chills flowed inside of me as we stopped next to a door on our right marked “Danger. No Admittance.” Anthony produced a key-ring burdened with countless, unmarked keys. “It does say danger,” I remarked as his fingers flipped through key after key. “I thought that hunting prey liked danger?” he responded coyly while opening the door. He extended his left arm to hold the door open while looking at me. “Well? After you.” I suppose a part of me was considering that I had bitten off more than I could chew. But, what could I do now? Turn around and run away? Mikey whispering that he was sorry to me back at the taco place was replaying over and over in my mind. Did he know this was going to happen? Is this what Mikey was whispering to Anthony about when Anthony replied that he couldn’t promise that? Did Mikey tell him not to bring me here? I felt like I was about to throw up, but I was also tired of just living a life of fantasy. I was getting tired of imaging all the dirty things I wanted to do only to end up just jerking off by myself. I had told myself in the car on the way to lunch that I would see this through no matter what. It was just that I figured the likelihood of anything really wild transpiring was virtually nil. “Fuck it,” I thought to myself. I bent down and crept underneath Anthony’s outstretched arm into the mystery room. Looking back on that moment years later, I realize how clever Anthony was. Making me bend down and walk underneath his arm into that room subtly put me in a mindset of being below him. That seemingly benign placement of bodies forced me to enter that room as undeniable prey. My hunt had concluded, and now I was going to reap my rewards. “That’a boy,” he said as I slipped past him. Looking around the room, it appeared to be a sort of boiler and electrical room. A large boiler surrounded by hurricane fencing took up a solid quarter of the room. On the opposite side, several industrial breaker boxes were mounted against the wall. A long, wooden table sat adjacent to them. It was covered with an assortment of tools, wires, and bins containing a vast array of miscellaneous screws, bolts, and so forth. “Not really super bright,” I said while trying to adjust the red hue cast by a single, red bulb installed into a socket mounted on a side wall. “I dunno,” Anthony said pressing up against my back with his burly body. “I kind of like the red. It makes it a bit like a horror movie. Perfect for someone in your position right now.” He started kissing my neck while reaching around my waist to unbutton my jeans. It was the first time that anyone had kissed me sexually. Mentally, I didn’t know how to react. Thank god my cock was in control instead. I melted back into him and he pushed my jeans and underwear down with his thumbs. “What if someone comes in here?” I panted as the band of my underwear popped over my erection leaving it to bobble about wildly for a few seconds. “Well,” Anthony said taking my cock in his left hand and whispering into my ear from behind, “you might even have more fun. It’s just me and the janitor that have a key. It’s our little play room when we find the right…” “Prey,” I cooed as his thumb tormented my highly sensitive frenulum. “Mmmhhh,” he moaned. I turned my head and we began kissing deeply as he continued to masterfully stroke my eager cock. I imagined the countless other boys that he had done this to in this very spot. I was surprised that I began to feel jealous. I possessed that annoying personality flaw of perfectionism. It was bad enough that, in that moment, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to be his most favorite prey. I worked myself out of my shoes as we continued to make out. Anthony then stepped down between my legs onto my jeans and underwear that laid around my ankles. As I stepped carefully out of those, he slipped my shirt off over my head. Soon, my smooth, white body stood naked and bathed in the blood-red light of the room’s lone source luminescence. Anthony walked in front of me and pulled on my cock to follow him. He escorted me to the cage around the boiler. By now, the once imperceptible heat the boiler continually gave off was quite apparent. As he opened the cage door’s padlock with yet another key, it was impossible not to feel the heat emanating from the steel beast. Sweat had begun to form on my arms and chest and trickle down my skin as Anthony guided me into the cage. I turned around expecting him to join me inside. Instead, he quickly closed and locked the door. “Get on your knees and press that little ass against the cage.” I climbed down onto my knees and positioned my body as requested. “Good...now reach back at your sides and grab the fencing with your fingers.” As I did, he used long, black zip-ties to secure my wrists and hands to the fencing behind me. “Are you scared yet?” he asked. “A little,” I admitted despite my cock’s leakage indicating that I was more in a state of anticipation and submission. I suddenly felt something round and hard pushing against my asshole. I grunted in response while wondering what might be attempting to violate me. “Lean forward,” he instructed. As I put my weight forward, the zip-ties dug into skin of my wrists as they began to bear my weight. I felt what had been teasing my pucker suddenly slide inside me. I moaned in intense pleasure at the first time someone else was penetrating me. As grand as it is fucking myself with a toy, it’s a million times better when someone else is taking control of my body for their own enjoyment. “Someone is an eager beaver,” Anthony teased while pushing a push-broom’s wooden handle deeper and deeper inside me. “Watch that little guy just swallow this up like it was candy. Does that feel good?” “Fuck yes,” I moaned as sweat dripped from my body onto the floor below. “Mikey didn’t care for this part of his initiation,” Anthony said as he began semi-roughly plunging the handle in and out of my ass. It was that tenuous line of being close to being in pain and crying out and moaning like a slut desperate for more violation “Initiation?” I moaned as my ass began to rock against the rough fencing. Anthony said nothing. I only felt him remove the handle and then press something thick through my impromptu cage. I heard his belt buckle hit the floor and then the rattle of the fencing as his grabbed it. A moment later, his cock was forcing my hole open. “Oooohhh fuck,” I moaned while feeling my restrained hands beginning to tingle. Anthony began what I can only describe as hate-fucking me. “Ooohhh god...ohhh fuck me,” I cried out into the sauna-like room. As he continued to pummel my ass, my mind would drift back to Mikey at the Mexican place. It almost seemed as if he didn’t want me to experience this carnal bliss. Was he jealous? Was he worried that he’d be replaced by me? It didn’t seem like he was jealous. I just couldn’t put my finger on what took place twenty minutes prior. I could hear Anthony grunt over the bubbling and grinding of the boiler a few feet in front of me. “Dumb...ungh...fucking...faggot...unnggghhh…slut.” “What?” I moaned as his cock felt like it was a steel I-beam sliding in and out of me. He didn’t answer. I could only hear more grunts, the sound of my ass being pounded, and the rattling of the fencing like a wild animal was trying to tear its way out of it. As it felt like I was about to pass out from either the heat or the anal throttling I was receiving, the crazed rattling of the cage stopped. Anthony let out a long, deep, animalistic growl. I stayed nearly motionless on my knees leaning forward while picturing my hands purple from lack of circulation thanks to the zip-ties. It took Anthony over a minute before he finally pulled out of my achingly, sore hole. A few seconds after that were the two quick snips of my bindings holding me in place. I fell forward onto the floor staring at my right hand. Every so slowly the pins and needles sensation dissipated and life began to return to my extremities. I rolled over onto my back and stared up at Anthony who was standing with his semi-flaccid cock in his hand. What do I even say in such a moment? Even if I had something primed and ready, it didn’t matter. A stream of hot piss shot forth from the tip of his dick and began spraying my chest. I felt hot, salty droplets of the spray hitting my face as his stream slowly moved upwards. Was he expecting me to? I opened my mouth just as his deluge reach my chin. Suddenly, his salty nectar was pouring into my mouth. Do I? Is he going to want me to? Swallow this? My mind was racing as his piss quickly filled my open maw. I didn’t have time to debate this any longer. I quickly gulped down his warm offering. I immediately began coughing. Anthony laughed as he let his remaining bit of piss rain down on my own cock. “You’ll have to get used to drinking piss if you want to be a proper slave,” he said as he snaked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. Anthony opened the cage to the boiler and tossed my clothes onto my piss-soaked body. “You can see yourself out. I need to get back to work,” he said coldly before turning away and existing the room. “Wow,” I said aloud in the empty room. “Discarded like a used condom.” The words leaving my lips suddenly clicked. I sat up and looked down between my legs. My ass was leaking his cum out onto floor. “Oh shit...I am the discarded condom.” I scooped up some of his leaking seed with two fingers from my left hand and laid back down. I slipped both cummy fingertips into my freshly fucked asshole and began jerking off with my free hand. Maybe it was stench of piss that I now reeked of and also continued to taste, or maybe it was the overall feeling of being successful prey, but I was quickly squirting my own cum onto my stomach. I laid on the filthy floor a while longer—almost reveling in my state of unbridled debauchery. I had stuck to my promise in the car on the way to the mall. I finally lived out a fantasy no matter what. I smelled like old piss; was sweating like a roasting piglet; and felt completely drained physically and mentally. I wondered if I should just continue to lay there naked and available. Maybe Anthony would return for seconds later. Or, maybe the janitor would suddenly walk in and see me splayed out and vulnerable. Part of me envisioned the janitor coming in and disposing of my clothes. He could keep me caged up and naked next to the boiler forever. I’d be their secret, permanent sex toy trapped in the mall. Countless people would go about their business outside that door never knowing that I was inside and being kept prisoner. I had to stop thinking such delightful thoughts or I’d end up needing to rub another load out. Besides, I wasn’t even sure what time it was. I should get my ass home before anyone else beat me to it. I desperately needed a shower...but maybe after I slipped the toilet brush in my bottom and had one more quick orgasm reliving the day’s adventure. I didn’t see Mikey online for a couple of weeks. I sort of assumed I’d hear from Anthony. Mikey surely gave him my email. I began to wonder if I was that bad of a fuck that I really was being tossed aside like a spent rubber. What had I done wrong? Was I that unworthy to be another slave in Anthony’s harem of boys? “Hey,” the instant message announced itself with a ding. “Dude!” I replied equal parts excited and pissed. “WTF?!?!” “I know...I know...I’m so sorry, Ben.” “Wait…for what? This feels like for something more than ghosting me.” “I told him that I didn’t want him to do what he did. That’s what I whispered to him. That’s why I apologized for having to leave to you. I told him that you were too...new.” “Okay...what are you talking about?” “I help, Sir...I help him find new boys like you that are maybe a little naive but are eager to be dirty.” “Okay…” “He likes to do what he calls his ‘initiation’ with them.” “Right. He said you hated yours but he didn’t say anything more. He just started fucking with a broom and then with his...you know…” “Yah...I know. He does that to every new boy I find for him.” “Oh…” I felt truly unimportant and not remotely special. “Ugh...he likes to convert innocent guys like you.” “Into his slave. Yeah. So, I didn’t pass his initiation. It sucks.” “Have you been sick lately?” “What? No lol I’ve been sad at being ghosted by you two, but no, I’ve been fine otherwise.” “Well, then you didn’t pass the initiation. Be glad. Listen, I gotta go. Be safe. You seem like a nice guy. I’m sorry you ended up in that situation.” What situation was he talking about? What was I missing? “I mean I had a great time. There’s nothing to be sorry about, Mikey.” Undeliverable. He had signed off. I never heard from Mikey again, and I avoided the mall. I was too embarrassed at the thought of running into Anthony. I was a disappointment to him when I thought everything went well. But, a couple of weeks after I last talked to Mikey, I was chatting with a new guy. Somehow my adventure with Mikey and Anthony became the topic of conversation. “Oh, bro! I know Anthony and Mikey!” “Okay, so give me insight to what I did wrong.” “Seriously?” “Yes!” “Dude...Mikey lures...well recruits may be more fair of a word...he recruits guys for Anthony to bareback.” “Right. He fucked me bareback.” “And you haven’t gotten sick?” “What the fuck? Mikey asked me too. Why is everyone concerned?” “Because he has AIDS and isn’t on any meds. His initiation is breeding negative holes and giving them his super viral loads. That’s their thing. How did you not know?” How the fuck would I know? It was the first time we talked. I was completely new to the gay community on AOL at the time. I laid in bed that night remembering every thought, feeling, taste and smell of my time in the boiler cage. As much as I tried to resist an erection thinking about what had happened, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching under the covers to pleasure my cock. I thought about how hard he fucked me with the broom and then his cock. He must have been so excited at the chance to flood a virgin hole. I shot my load while realizing that I happily scooped up his cum and finger-fucked my own sore hole with his poz seed. I realized that was one of my best orgasms laying there covered in his piss while fingering myself. As I licked the cum from my fingers safe at home in bed, I started to imagine my own cum was now tainted. It could have happened. Hell, I did everything inadvertently to make it happen. I slid into the chair behind my desk after locking my bedroom door. My fingers quickly started typing away in an IRC channel dedicated to poz men in my city. The bug had bitten me.
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This is a test of my human broadcasting System. Hopefully the link to my video on Xtube works. Upfront this is maybe not the audience for my amatuer masturbation videos. But it is my experience from a unique vantage point. Video making and sharing is in part a Fetish but mostly it is a safe and creative expression of my mascu;inity. It stands as my proof, as my witness to the control I have over my body and my life. And that sentiment can be indentified in each our of connnections. In this phase of my life which amounts to a mid-life puberty crisis, submission is my declaration of control. Whatever happens, however the session turns I have made each choice , I own my consequences as I own my decisions to engage. My control = I am responsible. My body, my expression, my control. And there is nothing like taking a foot long cock till I blindly Cum to my own satisfaction. Sharing my videos furthers my grasp to edit my section of the reality perspective. And I have myself that gift of orgam, I am not dependent on you to get my but on. MAybe you are the accesory , the enterainment, maybe you ass belongs to me.hus link goes to my Xtube videos. It's simple low key me and and my toys. Just me and the absolute pleasure I get from fucking myself. Roughdraft HBG UrBoiHenry solo Masturbation
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I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.
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I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.
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This poll might read like one that you take in a psychology class, but I'm very interested in exploring the psyche of men who masturbate anally. Specifically, I'm curious how the frequency of anal masturbation may or may not correlate with the desire or activity to masturbate "traditionally" (using one's penis) and whether or not there is a connection between how often someone masturbates anally and how often they reach orgasm while masturbating. I hope this isn't too clunky, I know it reads very scientific, but I am really am curious about this stuff. Any feedback you would like to give in this thread is appreciated.
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over the last few years, ive learned to enjoy a good solo ride on a dildo and have gradually worked my way up a few sizes. recently, ive hit a bit of a hitch in my stretching/training and am hoping someone might have some insight for me. im using models from pipedream's king cock collection, if anyone is familiar with the brand/line, as they are excellent quality for the price and price is indeed a factor for me. during a normal session, i start with the 8 inch model to open up and get things loosened up, then i go to a larger size. i also have the 9, 11, and 12 inch models. and if youre familiar with them, you know the rather steep increase in size between the 11 and 12. the 11 is my most recent purchase and ive quickly mastered taking it balls deep but am not quite able to make the transition to the 12 yet. some days im able to get the head and first couple of inches in, other days, not so much. the 'bad idea' part of my brain says i could manage it with enough lube, some fresh and intense poppers, and some determination.. but id rather find a toy whose dimensions are between the two, to maintain the gradual stretching and obviously to avoid potential injury. but ive not yet been able to locate such a toy in any of my searches through various sites from amazon to random online shops. included below are the specs for the 11 and 12, respectively. if anyone knows a source or brand that makes or offers something in between these two, please clue me in! i'll go ahead and state that im looking to avoid any sort of inflatable dildo, as i do not trust their stability. any leads are greatly appreciated and my apologies for the lengthy post. oh, one last thing.. id REALLY prefer it to be a suction cup base as well. makes things much easier for me. (both models are easily viewed on amazon, but if requested, id be glad to post links to each one) the 11 inch: Circumference: 7.8 inches Insertable Length: 8.86 inches Length: 11.61 inches Width/Diameter: 4.53 inches the 12 inch: Circumference: 9.41 inches Insertable Length: 9.5 inches Length: 12 inches Width/Diameter: 5.35 inches
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DO SOME GUYS REALLY NEVER BEAT OFF? So I met this big, hunky guy who was a contractor something, something on this job site. The home-owner had just called me and said he had to cancel. Well here I am with this ox of a man, nodding acknowledging (as is the custom) and hearing me get off the phone with the one who 'wasn't coming'. The hunky guy said "you aren't from here, are you?" Other than that he wasn't big on words other than making awkward small talk asking me what kinda work I do. I was no longer pissed about wasting a long drive for a no-show. Hell no, the hulk was the game-changer! I have time for him and well, talked more than I normally would. I noticed his crotch looked DISTENDED and I guess he noticed I stared at it. Now let me explain: I used to think of myself as more of a top but at 5'11 and 180 lbs, a guy 6' 3,4.5" whatever is pretty intimidating. And that crotch! Hiding a weapon of ass-destruction! Somehow emboldened I felt compelled to say: "Damn dude, looks like you are PACKING!" In a basically straight world you take your chances with lines like that. I'm not sure why things moved as quickly as they did, I presume my ear-rings and my friendly demeanor got him riled up. So with a quick 'look around' and knowing nobody was coming, he pulled out his junk, all of it, cock and balls, obviously GOING COMMANDO! And was like "DAMN, that is fucking gorgeous!". He didn't have to say anything else. I was on it! His cock-shaft and knob was all leathery and dry, yes a bit of construction dust but whatever. Basically no pink skin, all just tan, leathery cock-hide, a well-used, RUGGED BULL-COCK! No other way to describe. He pulled me back around a corner as he sat on a pile of dry-wall and pulled my head on his crotch. Blowing him was pointless, no way I could get that huge cock could in my mouth. I gave it a feeble try though but fuck, hell no! He wasn't big on talk overall, but quickly let me know: "I can't get off on blow-jobs!" And when I tried to jerk him off (for starters) he quickly added "I never beat off either!" I figured he was probably a liar but he didn't look like he could tell a good fib! I asked him: "How do you get off then?" He said: "Hop on it! That's THE ONLY WAY I ever get off!" I was getting hard just thinking that the bull of a dude never had to beat off, saved up his loads for some warm, moist hole. ANY HOLE! I imagined that somehow he was always SO LUCKY that somebody always volunteered to take his load... I found that incredibly hot and sat on his cock. Well I tried, and although he was already wet from precuming (for lube) that monster barely budged into the chute. Fucking A! So my thing is: I NEVER let a dude see me flinch when I bottom! I can't stand 'whimper porn' with Armand Rizzo making like a beaten girl! SOUND OFF! So, anyway, come hell and high water I was eager to take impale myself on that monster... although it felt like it was tearing me in half.... for better or worse. Barely getting comfortable the fucker came like gang-busters almost right away, after just a few aggressive riding moves up and down on that rippling shaft! Dude came, pumped like a fire-hose, showed no emotions, just nutted like crazy! Is it possible that some guys really NEVER beat off? Always get action? It has become a major fetish for me since then: Rugged duded, leathery cocks, guys who are so horny when they fuck they come almost immediately... is that 'a thing'???- 7 replies
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Well it's been awhile since I've posted a poll question so here's a new one for you all. So let's say you're at home on a week day evening and not looking to or can't find a good hook up. So you choose to kick back, throw on your favorite porn (TIM porn for me *oink*) and stoke one out. Well for those of us uncut fuckers it's so easy! But for cut guys a little lube goes a long way. So what I want to know from you is, what's your favorite brand of lube that you swear by and the worst lube you wouldn't touch with a condom (j/k)? For me the best is Gun Oil water or silicone based The worst was I.D. doesn't last long,gets sticky, and smells like KY!
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The fuckin' gym is made for sex. First there's all those hot guys roaming around in spandex shorts and sleeveless tees or boy beaters -- strutting, flexing, checking out their abs in the mirrors. Then there's the unsupervised maze-like locker room. We're not even talking about the steam room or the sauna. If i didn't have to go to work once in a while i could spend my entire life in the gym. Well, the other day, after an extensive leg workout (i am always drained on leg day), i come around the corner in the locker room and come upon a guy jerking off. He obviously had been at it for a while as his breathing was getting short and he was pumping like a mad man. "Oh, dude," I said, "don't waste it." With that I immediately got down on my knees, brushed his hands aside and enveloped his cock in my mouth just as he started to shoot, three or four volleys of sweet cum. "Thanks man," was all he said as he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the showers. I was rock hard, not just from the work out and from giving thr dude head, but from the view of his awesome bubble butt wrapped in that towel as he headed for the shower. I could use a shower myself, so I grabbed a towel out of my locker, and not wrapping it around me, but rather holding it at my side, i strolled over toward the shower, my hard on leading the way (i am not the shy type). i did a quick rinse in the shower and headed into the steam room. The heat grabbed me, and it took a while for me to see my way to one of the tiled benches that lined the walls of the steam room, Surprisingly, i was the only one there. I leaned against the tiled wall, and before long started masturbating myself. As my jerking became more intense, i reached behind me and inserted first one, then a second finger up my asshole. I was in no hurry. I wanted the amazing feeling to go on for ever. I had been edging myself for, perhaps, fifteen to twenty minutes when the door to the steam room opened, and an absolutely awesome guy steps inside. I had admired him on the work out floor: he was over six feet tall, blond, incredible upper body, maybe ten percent body fat (if that much), totally ripped, with a nice sized and pretty thick circumcised cock. There was about 25 linear feet of bench in the steam room, but the Adonis sat right next to me, and immediately said "Take your fuckin' fingers out of your cunt, bitch." I complied immediately, even if I wasn't sure why. Then he said, "As long as you've opened up your twat, you can sit on this." He guided me onto his steel-like dick, which pointed straight up to the ceiling, and I rode it for the next ten minutes or so until he unloaded. As soon as he unloaded, he lifted me off of him and instructed "Don't lose any of that cum, bitch," and he walked out of the steam room. I waited a few minutes, at least until I figured he had showered, dressed and had left the gym. Then I showered and headed back to my locker, where, upon opening the locker door, I found on the shelf a good sized butt plug and a note that simple read "Don't lose any of that cum, bitch."
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I had fisted numerous redhankie bottoms since turning twenty-one, mainly as a sideline for the FF bottoms who wanted it in addition to sucking me off and rimming me and other bottoms who were too stretched for us cut guys to dickfuck. At thirty I ended up with the virus due to having fisted an asshole that an infected stud had fucked. The stud's virus entered through a cut and scrape on my hand from a small spill off my mountain bike earlier that day I had forgotten about. I was a fairly handsome man of average height and weight, sported a full beard and a respectable seven inches of cut meat. I met Foster in a beer bar and we hit it off well because he was one of the brave FF bottoms not put off by my nails which I clipped straight across which increased the chances of cutting an asshole's rectum. He was in his twenties, an inch or two under six feet, cleanshaven, slender, had little body hair, sported 6 inches and was fairly goodlooking. His ass was fisted often. I myself was masculine Top a couple inches over 6', a healthy 220 lbs, had a buzzcut, glasses, full beard, good body hair, my 7" and size 12 feet. After I fisted him a couple of times and he gave me a few blowjobs he wanted me to fuck his ass with my dick. "If you want to get dick-fucked, and especially if you want your ass pozzed, you need to empty your ass and douche it out." I told him. I explained that a clean hole was so any shit wouldnt get in the way of my jizz carrying its load into his rectal walls but the real reason was that I was tired of having to wash the hell out of my hands and clean my nails after each time I fisted him. The black dirt and grease from my job at the junkyard and my part time gardening job didnt look very bad under my nails, just part of many of us men in several lines of work but the look and stink and infection hazard of what looked and smelled obviously like shit wasnt my nor anyone else's cup of tea. We both had that Saturday off so he complied with my instructions to give himself a good enema after taking a dump and call me after he was cleaned out. Once he called I headed to his place where we stripped and got ready. "Remember, I'm poz. If I cum in your ass, especially after I fist you I'll infect you." I warned him. "If you poz me it wont be so bad because I'd be pozzed by a masculine stud who turns me on." he gushed. I had him suck my dick hard, then he got into position while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. It was when I stuck my dick into him that I realized his ass was so loose it was like putting it into a train tunnel. "Who fisted you?" I asked. He told me he had been getting double-fisted by a big man with large hamhock hands and deep-clipped nails, their last session a few days before. "No way I can get off by fucking you. I'll have to jack off in my hand and fist you. Here suck it for me." I told him. He got up and sat on the side of the bed and started sucking my cock. His mouth was a good cunt and I would have let him suck me to orgasm and swallow my load but I needed to pozz his ass. I knew that even if I could cum by fucking him that if I merely fucked his ass I would have a hard time of infecting him so I pulled out of his mouth before I got too close to cumming. "Get on all fours." I told him. He complied and I began masturbating. I wasnt really into masturbating, preferring to thrust and cum inside someone but this time around was one of my good wanks because I would soon be infecting the asshole with my jizz-covered hand. He was waiting in anticipation, his ass seeming to quiver, while my meat felt the excitement building. I didnt need the full stimulation due to having been sucked nearly to orgasm so I filled my hand in just a couple of minutes, shooting rapid-fire spurts of poz jizz into it as I cupped my other hand to catch any stray cum. It was a good feeling orgasm, my dick pulsing with pleasure as I filled my hand with my toxic cum. After more pumps of my hand to get the rest out of my dick I was spent and ready to shove my hand in there. My hand was already slimy with the lube and now my cum. I scooped the little bit I had to catch out of my left hand with my right hand fingernails and thumbnail, closed my finger and thumbtips together and shoved my hand up his ass. Once I was wrist deep I splayed-out my fingers and thumb and twisted my wrist, my nails cutting his rectum inside as I shoved my hand deeper up his ass while I simultaneously smeared my cum into the cuts in his rectum. I had the feeling I was doing my job, my dick beginning to reharden even though I had just cummed. "Man I'm cumming!" he gushed as I continued to grind my HIV-laden spunk into his tunnel. Feeling the blood on my hand I closed my fist and pumped and twisted my fist in him a few times, literally fucking him with it, then opened my hand to give his rectum a last set of scrapes as I pulled out. My hand was streaked with blood and a couple of pearls of pink, a combination of blood and cum. "If I didnt poz you nothing will." I said as I stepped around and showed him my hand. He recoiled a bit but seemed excited. He had seen blood on hands before especially the first few times he was fisted. "Here, suck my dick clean." I told him as I stepped closer to his face. He raised up his head up, sucked my dick clean and kissed it. I told him to remain laying in his stomach on the bed for a couple of hours so my jizz wouldnt leak out of his gaping hole. I lay next to him and took a nap for those two hours, waking once when I felt him stir, to remind him to stay on his stomach. After my rest we got up. I checked his ass as he stood up. Only a drop or two oozed out his still wide-open hole. It seemed my jizz had entered his system so I knew my mission was accomplished. I got dressed and headed over to a sex club to get my ass rimmed while someone sucked me off. Two weeks later Foster caught the flu and felt miserable as hell. "At least you werent gangraped as a virgin like a punk in prison." I said. We discussed the flu, its symptoms and the forthcoming meds regimen and he felt comforted that I had suffered the same thing. Thinking back on the session, until then I nver knew that jerking off could feel so good, all because I used my cum to knock someone up with my virus. Then again it was the same effect that many of us poz Tops have when we know we're infecting someone. I introduced him to my doctor who tested him and found out it was my strain of HIV that had knocked him up. The doctor was a little surprised at his asshole, saying that even though he had seen fist fucks, it was just about the widest hole he'd seen, like a cave, and asked how I pozzed him. "You're quite resourceful Jim." he replied after I explained the details. He looked at my nails which once again sported the normal dirt and grime from dismantling old cars and working my gardening job. "You nailed that ass good Jim." the doctor said. The doctor then had to grab his crotch and rearrange his growing boner in his pants. Foster stared with a hungry look on his face. "Foster, you may suck it if you like." the doctor told him. Foster readily accepted and the doctor stood up while Foster knelt before him, opened his fly, took his cock out and sucked it into his mouth. The doctor and I smiled and grinned at each other. I stood up, stepped over to him and we men hugged and french kissed while Foster sucked him to orgasm and swallowed his load. Needless to say my own dick was rock hard from admiring my doctor using Foster's mouth for his sexual release. I had seen the good doctor fuck other guys in their asses and mouths and that he had pozzed a couple of assholes after catching the bug a couple of years before I caught it. After Foster finished swallowing the doctor's cum and kissed his cock he sucked me off, swallowed my poz load and kissed my cock and balls. A week later I got a biohazard tattoo just above my pubes and Foster got one that said "My ass loves Jim's jizz" above his hole. Foster did a decent job on sticking to his meds and not only bottomed but had shown he can also be the man in a relationship when he fucked and pozzed some little twentysomething twirp who worked in a convenience store.
