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so does anyone know of a porn where you can obviously tell the bottom is feelin every inch and every moment of the fuck and not liking it but puts up with it anyway? or where the bottom is obviously being torn up from the fuck? I know there was actually a broke straight boys vid from a ong tome ago with Kodi and some ginger top who pulled out and you saw blood on his cock. i came every time i watched that vid cause Kodi was screamin like most bottoms do but you know this stuf was real pain and i fucking loved it. was wonderin if anyone knew of more like it.
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I'd been checking out BBRT, craigslist and haunting the dogs saunas of Sydney for quite a while. I loved the edginess of raw sex but always freaked out after getting drunk and making a small mistake. Nothing major just letting a random guy pop his knob in and out my hole a few times before slipping on a condom. It always still freaked me out. One night while visiting Sydney I got pretty drunk and hopped on BBRT, started chatting with the hot older guy ( I was 24, generally played safe, in shape from the gym, tall but slim and 7.5 cut). He was was so hot. Muscular, hung few nice tatts and poz. Normally I would have stopped at the fantasizing stage but I guess id had a few too many vodkas. I always fantasized about being used hard and raped just like the stories I read on breeding zone and nifty. I agreed to meet him at one of the seedier places (Sydney Sauna(. It had a reputation for older guys who liked it rough. Getting there I stripped out of my clothes and started to walk the corridors. It was a busy Friday night, with a loth of guys i normally wouldn't consider. I like older guys but some of these were too old not to mention out of shape. I decided to have sauna and wait for my guy to arrive. I was still bussing from the alcohol, id one through half a bottle of vodka before coming and had a fresh bottle of amyl tucked into my jock strap. The sauna was empty but the heat was nice, I enjoyed just relaxing back while the room gently spun. My cock was hard, it had a tendency to stay perpetually aroused in these paces, and I couldn't help but start playing with it. An old guy appeared out of the steam, out of shape and not my type but he got down and started sucking. He was good and started fingering me. Not what I was after but at that age who knocks back a blowie. Before too long the heat started getting to me, and i didn't what to blow that way. I tended to lose my horniness once I came and wanted to see how far I could go tonight. While I was neg and really always played safe the idea of finally getting with a known poz guy had me dripping. It was like the next stage of adventure, of risk, of kinkiness. I just wanted to experience what it was like for someone to take control of my body and use me, hurt me, leave me bred, bleeding and converted. Actually I didn't want to convert. I figured I can always get PEP the next day that just really wasn't in my mind at the time. I still figured I could blow him maybe let him tease my hole a bit, beside most of the guys round are undetectable and unlikely to pass it on. As I walked back past the front desk I saw him come in and followed him to the locker room. Tall and muscled, not bodybuilder like and definitely not in his prime. His cheeks were a bit sunken but he looked fit and sexy as hell. He stripped down an stowed his clothes in his locker. I caught a brief glimpse of his cock, it looked bigger than the pics online suggested, and just above his pubic hair a biohazard tattoo. My cock gave an involuntary pulse. He looked up and stared straight at me. He smiled and I shivered. Was I ready for this?
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hydrocele Hydrocele - Anyone Else Have any Experience With This Condition?
Guest posted a topic in HIV/AIDS & Sexual Health Issues
I had never heard of a hydrocele before this past weekend, and I doubt that I’ll ever forget it now that I’ve had to experience one. It is easily the most painful thing I have ever had to endure to date in my life - in any of its stages - and I wouldn’t wish this pain upon anyone. Seriously, I have a fluid-filled sack in my testicles that can be as small as three times the size of my testicle and at its largest (so far) - and hopefully biggest, but knowing my luck won’t be the case - nearly five and a half times my normal size -INSIDE- of my sack -WITH- my right ball that is seems to be playing Goldilocks right now in deciding what size is just right for it to be at while it causes me debilitating pain. I think that the worst part about all of this is that the doctors won’t do the surgery to fix it until I have whatever infection it was they said they found in my balls taken care of. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the pain meds I don’t think I would even be able to write this topic up right about now. Is there anyone else who has gone through something like this? And if so, how did you deal with it? -
Train Station Cruise Part Two - The Station Lot The train station was only about a mile from where I was. When I arrived, I pulled into the lot and parked all the way at the back edge of the train station lot where there are no lights - and where in nicer weather some cruising trails start and lead off into the woods. By then it was midnight; the storms remained at bay for the time being, and the last train would be coming through in the next 15 minutes. I shut off the car and lights, put down the windows, and started smoking my new 120s heavily. As I French inhaled, I scanned the scene. I come here late at night because it’s quiet, but still a pretty active scene. I noticed a car on the other side of the dark area. There was a man standing at the window, and it was pretty clear from the slight movements he made that there was someone in the car sucking him off through the window. I pulled one of my fat tits out of my bra and put a tight nipple clamp on, then lifted my skirt and started rubbing my clit as I watched the show. By the time I lit up again, the guy standing there tensed his ass, and I knew he was shooting his load in the cocksucker in the car’s mouth. He quickly looked around, then zipped up and walked away towards the cruising paths, disappearing into the dark. The little Latino boy that was sucking him off could see me now, and our eyes met as I played with my exposed tit for him. I could see him lean back slightly; it was clear he was now jerking himself off and watching me. I pulled my other udder from my tight bra and let him watch as I clamped it; I had brought my heaviest metal clamps, and my eyes rolled from the exquisite pain imparted by the clamps. I then started playing with my big tits, making sure he had a good view of my cleavage and clamped nipples as I continued smoking. As one hand continued teasing my fat titties, the other moved back down to the edge of my micro skirt and pulled it up just enough to expose my hard girlcock. I spun in my seat so that my voyeur friend could see as I stroked my hard clit. Before long, he mouthed the words, “Gonna cum”; I nodded at him and winked as I kneeled up on my seat, giving him a full view of everything. I watched as he came, shooting a few small ropes up onto his shirtless body. After resting for a moment, he mouthed the words “thank you” and started his car. I motioned to indicate that I was offering whatever he wanted, but he pointed at his watch, and his wedding band. I giggled as he drove off, knowing full well what he was giving up. I closed my eyes for a few moments, enjoying the scene of my new friend cumming over and over in my mind’s eye. Then I slid my micro skirt down, pulled the clamps from my nipples, and shoved my plump tits back into my tight bra. Eventually, the last train of the night arrived and let a few people off - 2 women and 3 men - before moving on to its last stop. The two women made a beeline to their cars, which were parked directly beneath the first set of overhead lot lights, got in, and drove away. I watched the three men walk further back towards where I was parked in the dark. One guy peeled off and got in a car halfway back and drove off. The other two walked towards their cars parked near mine way in the back. By the time they walked over to my car (girls, I’ve learned that smoking heavily at night is a good way to attract attention), I had my eyes closed (barely), one tit out of my bra and clamped again, another 120 lit and dangling from my lips as I inhaled, and I was running my purse vibe in and out of my pussy. I opened my eyes to see both guys staring at me, smiled wryly, and reached down and hit the rear liftgate switch. It slowly opened. I had reclined my seat just enough that I could easily slip into the rear bed of the SUV, which I quickly did (this is why I permanently leave the back seats down; I have a comfy memory foam mattress back there specifically for getting fucked by strangers - and it has memories of too many men to count unloading in me). I pulled my other tit out and clamped my hard nipple tightly. I’m completely addicted to clamping my nipples hard; the pain seriously heightens my orgasms. It will also let me release my milk when I want to (or when the clamps are pulled or shaken off). I leaned back as I noticed both men had set their phones up at different angles - strangers as usual recording video of me (again, please, if you got ‘em, post ‘em. You have my official approval!). As I laid back, I spread my legs, slipped the vibe out of my pussy and put it between my ruby lips, sucking my pussy juices from it. I used my fingers to spread my pussy as wide as I could (I’m not a fan of gaped holes - I prefer pretty little cunts - and mine is still very tight with sweet plump lips, even with the hundreds of men who have fucked it). I looked at one of the cameras and said out loud, “Well… who’s gonna fuck my bare pussy first?” I quickly got my answer, as the two men climbed into the back of my SUV and guided me up onto all fours. I felt one guy’s bare cock head tap at my opening, while the other guy pushed his cock against my wet lips. The guy in front of me opens a small bottle and holds it to my nose, telling me to take a hit. Mmmmm… I love poppers being pushed on me. I took a few big hits; they immediately both shoved in hard, and I moaned in response - once again being spit roasted by total strangers who I’d never seen before they walked off the train. And I got lucky; both guys had huge dicks! As their thrusts pushed me back and forth, the clamps on my swinging udders shot agonizing pain down my spine. The weight of the clamps felt heavier with every jiggle of my fat hanging tits. The guys would alternate holding their bottle of poppers under my nostrils to keep me buzzed like they wanted me. A few more hits and my eyes rolled; I was high and loving it! The guy in my mouth saw this and forced his big cock all the way down my throat. Sometimes I’ll control my gag reflex, but even if I wanted to, Mr. Throatfucker didn’t give me a chance. Honestly, I was so high right then I probably didn’t have the wherewithal to do it anyway. And I loved it. I gagged hard as his cock pushed its way to the back of my throat and slid down it. I could feel my eyes tearing and running down my face, and was happy I wore non-waterproof mascara and eyeliner (guys *love* seeing your makeup run!). I felt Mr. Cuntstretcher grab my fat hips and start to slam even harder into my tight cunthole. That prompted Mr. Throatfucker to grab the sides of my head and start slamming his big member down my throat faster. I’m high, my fat udders are slapping the mattress, and I’m being spit roasted by two total strangers with huge cocks. I’m in total ecstasy; one big set of balls slapping my chin, the other smacking hard against my own swinging girlballs - fuck I *love* being used hard like this! I revel in it. Suddenly they push me over the edge, and my big hard swinging clit erupts into a huge orgasm, spraying my first load all over the mattress underneath me. My orgasms always cause me to flex my pussy; I feel Mr. Cuntstretcher’s cock thicken, and he pushes it as deep as he can, holding my big hips to keep himself inside. I feel it pulse as he shoots rope after rope of his bare seed deep in my unprotected womb. Fuck yes, knock me up with that bare seed. Feeling a stranger coat my cunt walls so deeply forces another orgasm out of me; I try to scream, but I can barely breathe with Mr. Throatfucker’s giant dick down my throat. I try to inhale through my big nose, but he jams a bottle up each nostril, forcing a tremendous hit on me all at once; I can only inhale the air in the bottles now. Just then, he forces his huge babymaker deeper in my throat as I feel his friend grab my hair from behind, lacing his fingers into it to hold the back of my head still; Mr. Throatfucker is cutting off my air completely as he starts to dump his big load deep down into my belly. I quickly rip the metal clamps off my nipples; the intense pain causes my eyes to roll back as another huge orgasm washes over me, enhanced by the almost total lack of air and the incredible high I’ve been forced to. The bottles are now pushed into my big nostrils far enough that they are staying on their own, and I couldn’t even move my hands to pull them out if I was sober enough to - or wanted to (which I didn’t). This gave him a perfect view of my big nipples squirting milk all over the mattress and myself and my hard girlcock shooting cum as my body jerked uncontrollably. My head spins as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over me; in my state of popper induced bliss I’m barely aware of my orgasms being exacerbated by the two men slapping and twisting my fat tits and fingering my pussy. I begin to suspect either something else was in that second bottle, or it was an extremely strong type of poppers that I haven’t been fed before. All I know is that I hope someone forces it on me again. Soon. His cock stops pulsing, and he slowly slides his huge monster out of my throat, sliding over my tongue as he extracts it, along with the two bottles of poppers. I get my first real taste of his cock and cum; it mixes with the smell of sex permeating the back of my car as it all wafts into my big Italian nose. Mr. Cuntstretcher slips out of my pussy too; I feel so empty without his huge cock in me (my pussy was made to be filled, which is why I take so many cocks). I quickly grab my plug and push it in my hole to keep yet another stranger’s load in my body where it belongs - at least until my cunt walls absorb it. I roll over on my back as the two men exit the back of my SUV and walk over to their phones. I grab my big tits and squeeze the last drops of milk from them, nursing from my own tits, my eyes moving between the two phones. I barely notice them reach for their phones, and am just sober enough to see the glint of the wedding bands on their hands. More husbands out barebacking this dirty slut before going home and getting into bed with their wives. (I hope you all go home and stick your cock in your wife’s cunt still wet with my pussy juice…) I closed my eyes; I savor these moments when I feel like a truly filthy slut; like a degraded street walking piece of trash. When I open them again, both phones and both men are gone. I think I hear their car doors and engines, and listen as they both drive away. I lie there for a little while, high, wiped out and well fucked. Eventually I manage to climb back into the front seat. I flip down the visor mirror and smile at my completely destroyed makeup and the mess they made of my hair. I love it. My senses were utterly overwhelmed; they usually are when I’m used this hard. I’m floating on a cloud, and still buzzed from the poppers they force fed me. I drive home slowly, naked except for the plug in my pussy, and finally pull into my driveway. I light another 120, which dangles from my lips once more, although the ruby red of earlier is long gone. I pull down the visor and flip open the mirror; I’m pleased with my utterly destroyed makeup. My hand wraps around my extremely hard clit, and I push the plug in deeper to massage my p-spot as I stroke. I’m quickly overtaken by another orgasm, and spray my load all over my belly, tits, face, and the steering wheel. I lean forward in my usual cum trance and lick my cum off the steering wheel. Finally satisfied, I walk in my house, flop down naked on my back on the living room couch, and fall asleep, filled with the huge bare loads of two total strangers, and covered in my own. Degrade me. Humiliate me. Say whatever you want. The simple fact is, I’m a fat filthy bareback cumslut, and I love it.
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I was in Palm Springs for Leather Pride and went to the Canyon Club pool party. Lots of naked fun, took my turns on the fuck bench and in a sling. I have stories but I want to talk about my prostate. Towards the end of the party I was in the pool when I saw a guy on his knees at the edge of the pool getting his ass eaten. Eating Ass....count me in! So I swam over and was allowed a turn. He gets an A rating from me for top notch hole. Later I am talking to the guys, they were a couple. Somehow we got on to prostates and I mentioned I get no stimulation from my prostate. The guy whose ass I ate offered to test me out. Right there on the edge of the pool, with him in the water this time, he stuck a finger in my hole and found my prostate. Did not feel good. All this time when the fucking got painful and I thought I had to pee it was cock hitting my prostate. I thought I had no feeling in my prostate turns out it is the opposite. I have to say its so disappointing. Now I want to know how common this is and can I do something about it. What I like about getting fucked is the head space I am in, the stretch of my hole and of course the thrill of taking loads but no joy from getting my p spot rammed. I am jealous of men who get enjoyable prostate stimulation. I have to say it was hot getting fingered right there by the pool with a crowd of guys all around watching. Got fucked in the pool too. I know that is a no-no but he sorta just did it and once he was in I couldn't bring myself to make him stop.
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Over the years, I've given myself permission to indulge in my more perverted interests that I keep hidden deep inside. I like to bring them out and play once in a while. My unspoken attraction to the dom/sub relationship led me to the world of leather and kink, and I found many playmates in my community to have fun with once I learned the ground rules and how to ask for what I wanted. But in a way, even those encounters were not enough. I think they were merely a gateway to a world of fantasy that has gloriously rotted my brain since then. I've not indulged in chems, as I know enough to realize I have an addictive personality and wouldn't know how to stop wisely. And I haven't actually indulged in anything illegal, but not for lack of desire. My body is not what it was, and I feel a bit more relegated to the world of imagination now than realistically accomplishing anything truly perverse in reality. I have a healthy fantasy life that has led me down the ladder into popper-bating, non-con incest fiction, younger/older, military, pain, and a bit of k9 kink as well. I am also a big fan of kink art, especially works that clearly depict age differences or males in painful situations (Some of my favorite artists include Michael Kerwin, Joseph, Heredia, Ian Hanks, Player, Josman, Roger, & Merida on the classics end, and some great Pixiv yaoi, bara, and shota artists on the contemporary side) . Some would say I'm a sloth and not brave enough to actually do anything in real life, but I like to think of myself as a juror that is still deliberating. Right now, I'm perfectly happy jerking off at home. I have a 00guage PA that has been earned over many years, and a collection of porn that I'm constantly adding to. I have joined a lot of the free sites that I know of, and I'm now flush with a bit more cash to explore paying for some sites that specialize in my fields of interest and maybe even support one of my favorite porn stars if I feel like it. I have more sounds coming and will eventually invest in a Prince Wand. I'm of an age where the more contemporary communication modes (kik and [deleted]) are still new to me, and i'm a bit befuddled by the user interface. I haven't indulged in streaming services yet, but I may explore that in the future as I finally shed the guilt of being discovered as a kinklover by particular people and communities in my life. This particular site seems to hit several of my own interests--poz and bareback sex being the most obvious, but I do love reading a good pozzing story in the fiction section. Makes me drip. My husband has kinks of his own that I let him indulge in, and he doesn't interfere with the ones I let him know about on my end. I know there's more going on with him than he shares, and I'm okay with that. I don't share everything that gets my rocks off with him, either. He doesn't know the depths of my [banned word] interests, and somehow that makes it a lot hotter. If I happen to find friends that help me play, as I discovered in the leather community, I know that he simply doesn't want to know details already. And that's good. Because I can be the evil sadist [banned word] I want to be and not worry. This is enough for now, I'll share more someday in the future.
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all of the stories here are about great sex, well, I have had some disappointments. men who really want to fuck me, who can't get it hard, too stones, or who cum all over me before I feel their cock inside me. I know I am really tight (verdammt eng as a German businessman said), and I have often been so in need of cum that I have cried on my way back home after these misses. Yesterday was different, I had hooked up with a man through a fried of mine, he had warned me and said he was brutal, didn't use any other lube than spit and precum, and he liked to use a dildo after fucking. He was not very tall, but fit. I met him in his office late, when I rang the bell I was so excited, wearing just my bike shorts and a tight tshirt showing my nipples. I had lubed my hole - big mistake he looked quite good, beard and gray hair. he was sitting in his chair, I had to turn around, take off my trousers and bend, when I saw the lube traces he got angry and slapped me in my face, He demanded that I licked his cock - big head, thick, nbot circumcised, he was wearing a cock ring and his balls were impressive. he closed my nostrils and held my head in a grip until I almost fainted. and his cock went deep into my throat. then he made me lean over his desk, and said that since I was a fuckings sissy who had luber, he didn't want to open me with his tongue or hand, and tyhen he just forced my legs apart and his cock deep inside me, sooooo PAINFUL, but he really took his time, after a while he sat on his chair and made me sit on his cock facing him, all the time he said that I was so good I deserved something more, he opened a drawer and pulled out a dildo, pushed me off him and on the desk with my legs apart. he managed to get the head of the dildo inside , but i begged him to put some lube on, he did and then he started fucking me with it. he could see it turned me on to be abused like that and told me to cum, I DID. after that he masturbated in my face, told me tolick him clean, asked if I had been fucked much (yes) by more than one (yes), and said he wanted to call a friend next time, and then we could go to his house and he could piss in my hole after fucking. I almost came again.
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I am regularly being fucked hard by a mature hispanic Daddy who turn me on big time. He has trained me to sit down on his cock when I enter his bed room (once in his office) without hesitating, But he is big, and it hurts bad, he likes to spank me and slap me, and he really fucks me for a long time. if I cry he fuck me more and slaps me. when he pull out, he asks me to fuck myself with a 9 inch dildo, to make the cum stay inside me. Once he dreagged me into the shower and pissed on me while I fucked myself with a brush handle. Now he talks about letting a colleague fuck me. he is a small man, but he scares me a bit - he seems really cold, but he knows the I sometimes come to the office to be fucked because when he sees me on the way out, he eyes me and rubs his crotch. Still, the idea of being whored out by my Master is a turn on.
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This aggressive top guy at a local university wants to rough brush my hole. I’m into the idea cause he is so aggressive/masc/tatted etc. But he told me “it will be brutal” if I let him. And I’ll be restrained. anyone have experience with this? How bad is it?
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Hi guys, I love deepthroat and I ve thought I am a good cocksucker until my last experience. The man I sucked had a big thick straight cock. I used to suck some curved cocks which were compatible with my throat, but his cock was really straight what was problem for my throat. He fucked my throat in a car and we tried more positions, but it wasnt pleasurable for me at all. The main problem was my tonque. The deeper he went with his cock, the bigger pain I felt. My teeth bited my tonque and it extrelmy limited the penetration. I love deepthroat and I am used to feel "pain" in my throat because of deepthroated cock, but that pain which was caused by my own teeth on my tonque was intolerable. Has somebody these bad experiences too? Do you have some tricks tips for me? I ve read sth about deepthroat anaesthetic spray, could it help?Have u ever tried it? Thanks a lot for your advices
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Who else wants a real gay sadism site, not just one where a light slap turns the guy a bit pink, but a savage bullwhipping that cuts flesh, blow after blow, and salt rubbed in the cuts?
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I've always wanted to get fisted. I've tried now on 3 occasions, including last night. Each time, I've been able to get all fingers and thumb in. I can't get past the wide part of the hand. The guy last night kept telling me to push, which I did, and got further then ever before. But I still couldn't take it. We used lots of lube, LOTS. We moved from bare hand (great) to glove (boo, but the rules) and then back to bare hand. Any advice from other guys? I can take big dicks with little to no problem, but can't get my brain to accommodate a fist.
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Got home from work last night, felt horny hooked on line hoping to get fucked. A guy off Grindr started hitting me up and we exchanged pics and, unusually for Grindr - he liked to fuck raw. He said he was huge and his cock pig was fabulous. I was straight into preparation mode and he said he could come in an hour. His cock was magnificent, thick, about 9" and he ccok tapered from the head to a very thick base. He was telling me how he liked to fuck hard and in no time we were in my bed. I soon realised his get off was being brutal with his weapon and he liked discomfort or pain in the bottoms he fucks, He started saying things like "if you can't handle my cock I am going to fuck you anyway" and "you better be able to handle this hard big cock slut". Taking his meat was never going to be a problem but I played along, telling him how big it was and responding yes when he asked if it was hurting. It was like two worlds - privately loving the thick cock in me but pretending it hurt and whimpering. He fucked me good for 20 minutes before he dropped his wad in me and I spent the whole time in private ecstacy. His cock made me so horny I wanted seconds but alas he left. I managed to pick up a safe fuck off Grindr an hour or so later that helped scratch my itch. I sucked out the condom and went to bed happy.
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So I’m a 30 year old physician living in New Orleans. I’m 5’6”. 140lbs and like to think I have a face that has been called “pretty fucking cute” by some folks. I am however a slut with a never ending need to get fucked at baseline who is currently in a “healthy” “happy” “monogamous” relationship. I’ve been getting fucked raw behind his back for years but this New Years, I made a resolution to be faithful to him. I deleted all the apps from my phone and was happy for once to not be tempted. A few days ago, my sister texted me telling me that her father in law was going to be staying in New Orleans for a day on a convoluted connecting flight schedule from Turkey to Canada to see them. I had never met the man but I wanted to be polite and reached out to him via email inviting him to stay with us while he was visiting. He agreed with a “Thank you”. When I went to pick him up, I was a bit nervous. He was a fifty two year old, old fashioned Turkish Muslim man who had spent most of his life in a modern albeit Muslim country. Even his last name Ozturk meant “pure Turk”. I wasn’t sure how he was gonna take to staying with me and my husband. When the plane landed and people were coming off I held a sign with his last name. Halfway through the hoard of people exiting, I noticed a tall dark ugly looking man come towards me. He was dressed in khaki pants and a T-shirt. He was definitely a bear of a man with a big buff chest that showed that he had been a labouror for most of his life but a belly that also signified that he was one of those dad’s that didn’t care about how he looked. He wasn’t blessed in the face department and had a pretty big nose and one very bushy unibrow. His beard was thick and unkempt. What struck me even from afar as he walked towards me were his arms and neck. He was so hairy, I literally had throughly he was wearing a turtleneck undershirt and I was corrected as he came closer. “Hello, you are the doctor brother?” In a heavy thick accent. “Yes I am the doctor. Your daughter in law’s brother. It’s really nice to meet you and Ozturk. My car is right there. Can I help you with your bag?” He politely refused. We placed his luggage in the trunk and he got into the passenger seat. As he sat down, I felt a gust of very strong musk that can only be described as a man who had never used deodorant getting off a 17 hour flight. It was strong! I drove home as quickly as possible because I knew the smell was unbearable and yet for some reason I was so attracted to this ugly hunk of pure masculinity that was sitting right next to me. I reminded myself I had to behave because he was a house guest and my sisters father in law. We went home and I walked him to the guest room and showed him the guest bathroom. My husband was still gonna be at work for a few hours and I told him I’d bring him some fresh towels and that he could rest for a bit before dinner. I went to get my finest towels and as I entered the bathroom assuming he was in the room since bathroom door was ajar. As soon as I entered I made eye contact with what I can best describe as a naked 6’3” hairy Neanderthal in nothing but thick black socks standing in front of the toilet with his eyes fixed at me. I quickly said, “Oh my God I’m sorry”. And started to turn around but he replied, “No. No. Put towel.” As uncomfortable as I was, I turned my gaze away ensuring to keep my eyes and face away from him and reached out to place the towels on the towel rack right next to where he was standing. Suddenly I heard a distinct sound of liquid pouring. I instinctly turned towards the sound and saw a bushy cock, a good six inches long soft, and almost as thick in girth. It was cut with a big mushroom head. He had started to piss with me literally half a foot away from him. His dark urine was as pungent as the smell that eluded from him. Only smelled different and strongly of ammonia. I realized I had been looking at his cock and I quickly turned my eyes up to make eye contact with him. He looked at me straight in the eyes and grinned. “Like?” “Uhhh. Yeah you’ve got a pretty big dick there.” I said uncomfortably trying to slowly move away. I had turned my face to the wall and wasn’t gonna make any more embarrassing eye contact. “You want?” he said as he continued to empty his bladder. I looked back up at him. He was still grinning. I knew even with his broken English, what he meant. I courageously walked back up to him and grabbed his penis. He never took a pause in his piss streak and I could feel his cock start to harden as I held it. By the time he was finished pissing, he was so thick I could barely close my fingers around it. It was a good nine inches in length. I got down on my knees and licked the head of his cock. Salty. From the piss still on it. I grabbed his hairy smelly balls and tried to start to deep throat him. He started to moan. I tried to engulf his whole baby maker to the base and found myself gagging as his thick pubic hair touched my face and entered my mouth. I started to pull back to breathe but he held my head making me struggle as he started to pump my face. I knew I couldn’t pull away and I took a deep breath with my nose and continued to attempt to please him. His grip on my hair loosened. After about ten minutes of me blowing him he tugged at my hair and pulled me off and up. He turned me around me still on my knees and pushed my face down to the ground exposing my ass up. He placed a foot over my face and I smelled his reeking socks. God it was like he hadn’t changed his socks in a week. I felt him feeling around my anus and felt two thick dry fingers push through. I yelped in pain. He pushed harder on my face with his foot. He then repositioned himself and started to enter me with no lube but the saliva from my mouth when I was servicing him. It was excruciating and I started to tear up and scream. “Its too big.” I screamed as I tried to push him out. “No.” He barked and pushed all the way in as he started to pump. It hurt like hell and I knew I was probably bleeding but there was no stopping him at this point. He started to pump harder as his low hanging hairy balls slapped against mine. I tried to stay in position but quickly started to buckle with pain and tried to squirm away. He grabbed me with one hand holding my face up and the other around me to hold down both my arms. And then he put his whole weight on me. I was there lying on the cold bathroom floor struggling with this mammoth of a man laying on top of me and pumping hard. After what seemed like a century but what was probably like twenty minutes, I noted that his thrusts became deeper and harder and faster. He started do breathe differently. I knew he was close. And then just like that, he yelled something in Turkish. And beat my cunt hard with his hammer like cock. After about nine thrusts and volleys (I counted), he was done. He loosened his grasp on me. I lay there face down on the cold tile with him on top of me, still inside me, hurting, bleeding, feeling defiled and dirty. And yet all I could focus on was how his manly armpits smelled like bad onions and that I had been taken by my sister’s father in law in my own house. He eventually got off me and I tried to clean up the bloody cummy mess that was the bathroom. As he left the bathroom I yelled, “Dinner is at 8 downstairs Mr Ozturk.” So much for my New Years resolution of staying faithful.
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Ive been curious about this for a while. Does anyone have experience being fucked or fucking without ANY sort of lubricant? I mean NO SPIT, NO PRECUM nothing... A friend of mine who gets really hard wants to try. He wants me restrained for it and said it might take some time. I like the idea but is it possible/practical??
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Looking513 for any big dick to take me. There will not be a no from me.808 If we meet, I give my life to you, and you decide what happens to me. I’m fat, white, and useless. Looking for the torture I deserve until I’m broken to enjoy it. HMU2999
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At 45 I'd been poz for a decade but healthy due to my exercise, diet and meds regimen. My doctor had given me the standard warning that even if I was healthy looking and feeling, my cum was still toxic. I like as much: being in good shape yet still able to enjoy the thrill of pozzing someone by having a good time fucking him and loving how great my dick felt shooting my deadly poz seed deep in his ass. I chanced to meet a sickly looking guy in his twenties named Dennis. He wasnt HIV nor AIDS poz but had something else wrong and could have recovered had he not allowed me to fuck and poz his ass. He never asked about my HIV status, he was another naive fella who thought that someone who looked healthy was healthy especially because I weighed more than 200 lbs. We had met at a downtown bus stop where he was on his way home from his doctor's. He invited me to his place to fuck. It was all I could do to hide my excitement and keep my dick from tenting my jeans. Once at his small one-room apartment, he got two beers from the fridge and handed me one. I popped the top on mine and took a swig. He told me about his problem and that it wasnt contagious. I was glad of that because while I liked making punks sick with my poz sperms I also wanted to keep myself healthy. After shooting the shit for half an hour we stripped. He opened the sleeper sofa and set things up. He had no lube since he seldom had sex because he'd been recovering for well over a month. He was thin at maybe 130 pounds on a frame just under 6'. He had scarcely any body hair. He looked decently clean but definitely was somewhat gaunt. His ass however looked good to me, and I didn't need to have him suck my dick to hardness as I was already hard and oozing precum. "What position do you like?" I asked him. "I can do it on my back, on my stomach or doggie-style," he replied. I told him to lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his mailing-tube legs while I greased up with some of his hair groom cream which looked like the best stuff for lube that he had. I spat on his hole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. He said he hadn't been fucked in about a year. Inwardly I grinned knowing how much pain he'd feel as my dick expanded his hole and created fissures to facilitate passage of my dirty virus into his body. He stifled a screech as I let my weight drive my dick past his sphincter into his ass. I then lay on his back to keep him pinned under me and grabbed his toothpick arms. He got used to feeling my thick cut seven inches inside him and I began fucking him. My dick felt great in his tight cunt of an ass as I fucked it. I couldn't help but grin as I enjoyed myself adding him to my list of conquests. My loins took over, driving my dick in his ass in full length thrusts. Knowing he was still in pain added to my excitement and ego. I gradually sped up my tempo, keeping him feeling pain from me enjoying my pleasure. A few minutes more he was whimpering and whining about the pain. It only encouraged me to drill him faster and harder including some snaps of my hips which caused him to flinch under me. I closed in for the kill, thinking about how he'd end up months after I got my rocks off in him and fucked him even faster and harder. Another minute saw me pounding him into the bed. My nuts fired, pumping spurt after spurt of deadly poz cum deep up his bowels, my expanding dick stretching his hole even more so he felt more pain. My dick was in seventh heaven. I continued thrusting while pumping my dirty poz load off inside his ravaged ass. Once spent I thrust again and again to force my poz virus laden sperms into his torn anal walls to force my virus into his blooodstream. I then rested on his back, lazily slowly thrusting enjoying the afterfuck. The great feeling of the afterfuck lasted another five minutes and he begged me to withdraw because he couldn't take my weight on his back much more and his hole was hurting more. I remained on and in him another few minutes, and, before withdrawing, gave him a couple of brutal hip-snaps. He felt the pain of withdrawal, but as usual, when pozzing asses I pulled out slowly to keep as much of my deadly cum inside the asshole as possible. He lay there as a trickle of cum and blood leaked out of his ass. I held my dick out to him and had to persuade him to get up and suck it clean and kiss it and my balls. My size and strength seemed to intimidate him so he obeyed. I stood tall and proud having him finish his obligation to me while also being ready to knock his block off if he decided to try to bite me. He knew better than to try it. After he kissed my cock and balls I got dressed and thanked him for the piece of ass. he replied "You're welcome," as I left, my needs satiated. I went home and took a shower, lavishing special attention to my dick and balls. I saw him several times on the streets over the course of the next year year or two. A couple of guys said he was a chaser but also afraid. Each time I saw him he looked worse and worse. After that I never saw him again. I somehow learned that he had died from the combination of his sickness and the HIV/AIDS I'd pumped into him. Upon hearing as much my dick involuntarily hardened in my pants and left a slimy mess of pre-cum in my boxers.
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Met up with a straight guy recently. He wanted to try "torturing" a guys hole. Just wanted to fuck, no lube, just spit, no warm-up, just to purposfully hurt. I've only bottomed twice before this... But there was a catch.... I had to agree to 10min, AND I had to have someone else tie me up first and then he would come in. So anyway, it went like this.... I had a friend come tie me up, friend agreed to come back in 30 min, straight guy wallked in, laughed at me, forced it in with only a little spit. I literally freaked out, he just laughed and kept forcing it in me. He came, and he left. My friend came over after, untied me and took this pic..... zoom in under the hole to see the damage.
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This story is based loosely on some experiences that I have had with fuck-buds of mine... The character Daniel is based on a Mechanical Fitter I used to work with on a mine site in Western Australia - very cute, very lean, lithe body. Approximately 6'2", probably 180#. Duncan is based on a hot concreter I knew. I love guys who lay concrete - it is hard work and the accumulated sweat from a day in the hot Queensland sun is heaven. Most of the work is done wearing gumboots, so the guys effectively stand in an ankle deep puddle of their own sweat for most of the day. To say that their socks are a little piggy's idea of heaven is an understatement. Duncan is around 6'1" tall and about 185# The character Alister is based on an Australian CrossFit athlete who features prominently in my spank bank... He is 5'11", probably around 220# of pure muscle; and the sight of his hot body dripping sweat during his workouts is enough to make me swoon! So, the experiences are loosely based on some sessions I hae enjoyed with mates, the characters are guys I have met and lusted after!! This is actually my first story - so I hope it meets your expectations! Daniel did not play regularly. As a tradesman (tradie) on a mine site in remote areas of Western Australia, he did not have any opportunity whilst away from home; and the regular drug screening at work kept him on the straight and narrow. So he only played a couple of times a year; and tended to let himself off the leash in a spectacular fashion when he did. He had arranged to meet a regular fuck-bud of his, Duncan, and his partner Alister in Brisbane for a long weekend of partying. He spent a good few hours cleaning himself out, trimming his pubes, and generally getting excited about the next few days. He even prepped a few rigs in anticipation of the coming session. He arrived at the appointed time to find Al and Dunc prepared with the sling set up and some hardcore porn playing on the big screen. He quickly stripped off and hopped into the sling - both Duncan and Alister loved the fact that Daniel was a total bottom slut and the start of their sessions always involved them working Dan over with their toys before inviting a few guys around to take advantage of Dan's tight body. Duncan and Alister spent some time getting Dan bound tight with the sling's restraints. He was now totally exposed and at the mercy of the other two who quickly tied a tourniquet around his bicep, found a good vein, and delivered 0.2g of pure heaven into Dan's body. Dan felt the heat travel up and down his body. For some reason, he never coughed; but the rush he was feeling was incredible and all that he wanted was something in his ass... And quickly! Alister complied by shoving his cock deep into Dan's ass - pile driving as the spun out tradie was lost in the rush. As with most play sessions, however, nobody was really in a state to top (ain't that a bitch?) and so Dan and Alister brought out the toys that they knew Dan craved. It started with a blindfold and a gas mask - first, Alister used a rank pair of sweaty underwear to blindfold Dan. Then, he fitted a gas mask to Dan's face and fed some poppers through the tube, making Dan breathe deeply. Once he had taken ten good huffs of the poppers, some clover tit clamps were attached to Dan's nubs, causing him to moan deeply and writhe in his bonds. With the mask no longer required, Alister grabbed a pair of socks that he had worn that day on site, gagging Dan with the rank, damp items. He had put some crushed ice cubes into the socks too. As the ice melted, it combined with the sweat crusted in the socks; and Dan was forced to swallow the salty brew while his body was being worked over. While the trio was waiting for Dan's nips to become numb, Alister and Duncan started to attach dozens of small clamps along Dan's ribcage, around his taint, his cock and balls, outlining his pecs, down his legs, on his fingers, his earlobes, his toes - pretty much anywhere they would attach. Soon, Dan's entire body was a mass of clips and clamps, giving him a delicious mixture of erotic pleasure and pain. By this time, Dan's nipples were numbed by the clamps. Alister and Duncan knew that they needed to be quick with the next bit... They detached the clamps, causing Dan to moan. As the blood was rushing into his deadened tits, they attached some suction cups to them, making the blood rush into the nipples even faster. The pain was exquisite and Dan was in heaven. To help him along, the other two sprayed some maximum on a rag and let Dan take a few huffs of that to get him more spun out. <to be continued?>
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It was bound to happen eventually. My private sex life finally crossed into my normal everyday life. From the outside the world saw me as a typical straight acting, skinny, furry, late twenties gay guy, they would never have suspected that I was such a slut. Until I applied for a job at the truck wash. I had seen the job posting online for a night cashier at the truck wash a few exits down from where I lived and had applied for it by sending my resume in an email. Unfortunately, just as I hit send and there was no way of retrieving my email I realized that I was sending my resume using my hookup email, takeloadsfromdads@yahoo.com. I tried in vain to press stop before the screen changed, but I just wasn’t fast enough. I tried everything I could think of to recall the email, but it was no good, it was out there. I imagined that some thick middle-aged human resource lady would take one look at the email and just delete it based on the email address. But what if she didn’t? I couldn’t reapply for fear that she would realize what it meant. If they contacted me I had already thought of a way to spin it into a freight meaning, I just had to think of what the acronym ‘dads’ might be. I let it go and kept applying for jobs the rest of the night. At some point I fell asleep at my desk and woke up around 11pm. There in my in-box was a response from the truck wash. My heart practically jumped out of my chest as I clicked to open the email. There was only one line of text, “If you really want the job, come down tonight before 4am. Craig” Now my heart was really racing. Had he noticed my email address? Deciding I needed the money more than my pride, I took a shower, then put on a pair of jeans, a pac-man t-shirt, socks and my leather boots. I would have put on underwear normally, but as I was tight for cash I didn’t want to spend money on laundry. I printed out a copy of my resume, put it in a folder and headed out. It was almost 12:30am when I got to the truck wash. It sat behind a truck stop next to the fuel island where the big rigs fill up. I parked my pickup and went to the window where the truckers pay for their washes. Behind the window was an older guy with tats, a grey fu manchu moustache, wearing a worn out Harley tank top. He didn’t smile or act like he gave a shit if anybody was at the window. He didn’t really even look up; he just knew somebody was standing at the window as he counted the one dollar bills in his drawer. “What.” “Hi, I’m looking for Craig.” He still didn’t look up. “Who are you.” “I’m Adam. I-I-I’m here about the job.” One eyebrow went up and he suddenly took an obvious interest in me. “Go around the left and knock on the door that says manager on it. Stay close to the wall in case the washer starts.” “Yes Sir. Thanks.” He grunted and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away. I walked in between the machinery for the car wash and the brick wall that made up the structure. About half way down there was a door that said ‘manager’ on a well-worn plaque that was intended to be used in such damp conditions. I knocked and waited just as a rig started pulling into the bay. A man in his late forties with a little bit of a beer gut and a full beard just starting to go gray opened the door and motioned me into the office. To the left was a desk with a bunch of filing cabinets behind it and two non-descript office chairs facing it. In front of me was a couch that looked as though it had been there since the place opened in the early eighties. It was orange with wood accents and looked like it had never been cleaned. To the right was a two-way mirror that looked out onto the gruff man that had given me instructions and a door into his little area. I didn’t realize it until the glare of the fluorescent bulbs in the wash bay were on the other side of the door, but the office was pretty dark, most likely to make the two-way mirror more effective. “So you’re Adam. Here, sit down, let’s talk.” He pointed to one of the stationary chair facings his desk. “Thanks for getting me an interview so quickly.” He sat directly in front of me on the corner of his desk. He was wearing a cheap button-down shirt tucked into a pair of very old and worn jeans. There was a big worn spot over his left front pocket where his keys must have usually been. Due to how low I was and how high he was, my line of sight was pretty much at his crotch. I either had to strain my neck to look up at him or stare at the bulge in his jeans. “No problem. Have you done this type of work before?” At that point I started to relax and the situation went from hyper-sexual in my mind to just a normal interview. We chatted for about twenty minutes about my work history, all the time I kept glancing at his crotch. Every time I would look I would see something new. First I noticed that the thinness of the fabric allowed me to see the definition of his cock and balls. Then as a I kept answering questions and glancing I noticed the ridge around the head of his dick. As we talked and he adjusted himself I noticed he had a PA in the head of his cock. This got me so excited I had to cover my crotch with my folder to hid my semi-erection. “Well Adam, you certainly sound like what we are looking for. I just have one more question.” “Yes Sir.” “What’s that email address all about. Takeloadsfromdads?” I could feel myself get instantly hot and flushed. He just laughed a little, got up off the desk and locked the door that I had come through. I sat frozen in my chair as he moved behind me and sat on the couch with his legs spread wide. “Come here.” I got up with my folder still in front of my completely hard cock that was dribbling pre-cum in my pants and stood in front of where he was seated. He snatched the folder away from me. He felt my erection under my button-fly. “Looks like you could use some more room in there.” He yanked my well-worn jeans open and my six inch dick jutted out at him like a flagpole on a skyscraper. “Nice.” In an instant his hot mouth enveloped my dick. As he sucked my cock he pulled my jeans down, took off my boots, slipped my jeans off and put my boots back on me. His thick weathered fingers cupped my ass cheeks as he pulled me in and out of his mouth. Slowly and methodically his fingers inched towards my asshole until he was probing my ass up to his first knuckle. Feeling how tight my ass was he spun me around, bent me over and started deeply tonging me. He was so into eating my ass his drool was running down my taint and dripping off my tightening balls. His beard felt amazing against my hole! As he got my hole wetter and wetter he started getting one finger after the other into my ass until he had three fingers probing me. His rough knuckles were better than any anal beads that had ever been used on me. When he had my hole open and pliable he turned me around to face him. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” “Yes Sir.” I lowered down onto my knees between his legs and undid his fly. He lifted his ass up, allowing me to pull his pants down. His thick uncut cock was only partially hard so the excess of his foreskin was loose and hanging from the end of his cock, held slightly open by the piercing through the head. His balls were huge and almost hairless. I pulled them out from between his legs, tongued them, rubbed them against my face and watched his cock get rock hard. “So you take loads from dads?” “Yes Sir.” “Where do you take them?” “That’s up to your Sir.” “Good boy. Get your feet up on this couch and stick that ass in my face.” I put a foot on the outside of either of his thighs as he grabbed my waist, pulling me towards his face and his tongue entered me. I was just able to bend over enough to play with his piercing and foreskin with my tongue. He guided my waist down until I could feel his thick cock and piercing pressing into my hole and then he let go of my waist. “Sit down on it.” I slowly felt the piercing and his cock push past my sphincter and gasped a little as my hole went past his thick mushroom head. “Come on whore, you can do better than that.” I tried getting more in, but it was so thick and my hole felt so stretched. Craig must have felt my resistance and was tired of waiting for me to get used to his pulsing cock entering me. Suddenly he grabbed my calves and pushed them out from under me, slamming my ass all the way down on his cock. I couldn’t help but scream from the intense pain. I could barely catch my breath. To take my mind off the pain in my ass Craig took both my nipples in his hands and twisted them hard. I screamed again and continued to try and get a footing or ahold of something that would let me lift off the enormous cock in my hole. “Stay still boy.” He grabbed my cock which was still hard and covered in pre-cum. “Looks like you like a little pain.” I don’t know if it was my internal programming or if I really did like it, but my answer was “Yes Sir.” He picked me up off the couch and tipped me over onto the dirty grey industrial carpet. My hands and feet were on the floor with my ass in the air. He leaned over, got the leather belt from his pants, looped it under my hips and fastened it behind me, effectively making a handle to use me with. With the feeling of spit hitting the juncture of his cock and my hole he started pounding away at my hole. The girth of his cock coupled with the minimal amount of lube that was drying up at every moment made me scream with every stroke. Every time he plowed into me and I screamed I could feel his cock swell with the pleasure of my pain. It wasn’t long before I could feel his warm seed flooding my ass and dripping out of my hole. He held me tight as his cock continued to pulse and push out the last remnants of his cum. He took his cock out of and yanked me around by my hair. “Clean off my cock.” Even in the dimly lit room I could see a slight hue of red from the damage he had inflicted on my hole. I could taste blood and cum as I sucked his cock clean. Once he was satisfied that his cock was clean, he pushed me back on to the floor. “Good boy.” I started to get up and was pushed down again. “You’re not done.” He put his pants and shoes back on and headed to the door that led out to the booth with the gruff cashier. “Stay.” “Yes Sir.” Craig went out to the cashier area and with very few words alerted the gruff man in the Harley tank top that something was waiting in the office. The man got up as Craig took his place behind the window. He walked in and found me on the floor. “Nice.” He patted his thigh like he was calling a dog. “Come here boy.” I crawled on my hands and knees over to where he stood. He patted me on the head with one hand while the fingers on the other hand probed my ass full of Craig’s cum. “Craig opened you up good.” He wiped his cummy fingers in my hair and on my face. “Undo pants and get my cock hard.” I unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock and balls out. It only took a few strokes of my tongue and his cock was hard, resembling a long beer can. He pulled my mouth off his cock. “Go on boy, get up on the couch and stick that ass out.” “Yes Sir.” I got up on the couch with my knees on the cushions and my arms against the back. He slapped my ass hard. “Put your feet on the couch.” I put my feet on the cushions, but I apparently still wasn’t in the desired position. He grabbed my balls with one hand and lifted me up while pushing my feet to the deepest part of the couch, making my ass stick way out and keeping me off balance. Without any warning he shoved his beer can cock up my ass and fucked me hard and fast. I screamed for the first two minutes as he pummeled my ass. Once I got used to his pace I started to enjoy and want his cock in me, but all to soon I felt his cock explode in my ass. Once he had pounded his last drop of cum in me he took his cock out, wiped it off with my t-shirt and headed back to his position in the booth as he buttoned he cock back into his pants. Craig came back into the sad little office as I tried to catch my breath. He fingered my hole, feeling the huge amount of cum in me. “Damn, Danny really filled your ass up.” “Yes Sir.” He kept playing with my hole and rubbing his cock. Before long I was hearing the sound of the fly of his jeans being pulled apart and then feeling his cock stab into my worn hole. He fucked me fast and quick. It only took a few minutes before I felt more cum being left in my ass. As before he had me clean off his cock before putting it back in his pants. Craig threw my cum covered shirt and my pants at me. “Get dressed.” “Yes Sir.” Once I was dressed I stood in front of his desk. “Did I get the job?” He looked up from his computer and smiled. “Come back tonight for your second round of interviews.” “Yes Sir.” With that I exited his office, got back in my pick up and drove home. All the way I kept thinking how hot it was going to be to squeeze the three loads out of my ass and use it to jack off and finally blow the load that had been building up through three fuckings.
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Does hypnosis help make taking anal not hurt?
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I'm very much into being fucked but often have a hard time getting my hole to cooperate with my mind. With any luck some of you more experienced bottoms will be able to help me take a man like a pro Being new to this and having very few friends to discuss it with, I'm not sure what it's "normally" like to take a cock. Should I always expect an incredibly acute burning sensation as the man presses into me? I've had to stop guys sometimes due to the pain, and have only been able to take a couple loads (which I love to do)- other times I've had to stop my top prematurely. How can I train my ass or brain to better accept a man?
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Craig and I had been friends since high school, class of 1980. We discovered gay sex our first year in college and quickly discovered our roles. From the start, I was strictly a top, whereas Craig was versatile. Since high school I gained just a little weight, upgrading from 170 to 200. I had also grown a good beard. I liked to masturbate a lot so I had also taken to keeping my nails bitten to the nubs. My cut dick was somewhere between seven and eight inches, with corresponding thickness. I liked to fuck tight asses as well as face-fuck the cocksuckers. I had tried using condoms but just couldn't get the feeling I needed in order to get my rocks off. Over the decade Craig went from about 200 to almost 300 pounds. He had a small, cut dick which measured about five inches, but he also got super hard, so he really enjoyed breaking anal cherries, as well as getting sucked off. I was pretty much an exclusive barebacker, and in fact, the only time I nutted wearing a condom was when I fucked one asshole using Bengay for lube, which, I found caused his ass to flex around my dick while I fucked him as he tried to escape the abject pain. Looking back it may have been one of the fucks I most enjoyed, maybe ranking with my all-time favorite fuck, which was the time I took Craig's anal cherry. Back in 1990 I was working in a small factory, but Craig, who I still occasionally fucked, had taken vocational courses in college and then went to trade school, and several jobs later was working in a junkyard. I was pozzed about this time when, having gone on a month-long vacation, during which time I went to visit family out west, and ended-up at a bar which led to my attending a sex party. When I awoke the next morning I had a hangover and a sore ass. I remembered someone handing me a beer, which I had only partially consumed, but honestly I don't remember much more of that night. Even so, life went on for a few weeks until I found myself feeling as if I had lost a fight with a gorilla. I went to see my doctor who ran a few tests, and eventually told me I was poz. I called Craig, who I hadn't seen, and, of course, with whom I hadn't fucked since the week before going on vacation and told him the bad news. "Looks like our sex life is over unless you want to get pozzed." "Things will be okay," he replied, and suggested I take things easy. I also called my boss who seemed understanding, probably because he himself was bi. I spent the next two months recovering from the fuck flu, and eventually, after a long hiatus, I finally felt like masturbating. It had been perhaps two months since I had last cum, and I readily shot my first poz load off into a bathroom sink. It felt good to get my rocks off, and I found myself thinking of the first blow job I had ever received, which, as it was, had been given by Craig, who had also been my first piece of ass. I found myself remembering the pleasure I experienced when my dick broke his anal cherry, even as he writhed in pain. Fair was fair, however: he had fucked me first so he had been obligated to let me fuck him. A couple of weeks later I persuaded him to let me fuck him again and that time he came from getting fucked, so he was hooked. Our sex life became a rich mixture of getting my rocks off in his ass and mouth, me jacking him off and us putting our meat and cum to others. After I fully recovered from the fuck flu, I returned to work, and I could see I had been missed. Although my boss had hired a couple of temp guys, none of them could match my performance. A couple of weeks later Craig and I got together, and he confided he longed to fool around with me. Sure enough, he ended-up giving me a blow job, and I jacked him off. It felt good to use his talented mouth, get my rocks off in it and feel him swallow my cum with my cock in his mouth. I was on the crude drug cocktails and pondered if, by blowing me, Craig would likely end-up converting, especially since back in the mid-80s Craig had told me that if he ever got pozzed he'd want me to do it. I should explain that back then Craig and I were more or less monogamous. My dick was usually the only one up his ass, save for the dicks of a couple of friends of mine when we were still college where Craig occasionally played around with other guys, usually sucking them off, and I occasionally fucked other guys or had them suck me off. Craig and I also occasionally had oral sex, and I tried once or twice fucking him with a condom, but that didn't work for either of us. After I converted I looked into the dangers of each type of sex, top vs. bottom, oral vs. anal, and that the safest sex with a poz man of all was getting jacked off by one who kept his nails bitten or clipped to the nubs which prevented accidental cuts to the dick. As for penetration, getting sucked off by a poz cocksucker was safest and the most dangerous was getting fucked in the ass by a poz man. So when Craig and I resumed having sex after I converted, initially we had more oral sex and one time, after he had swallowed my poz cum and kissed my poz dick, we had a short discussion and decided that it was time for me to inject my HIV-laden cum into him up his fat ass. My dick hardened as we discussed how I'd take care of him when he caught the HIV flu and he assured me his medical coverage would pay for his treatments as mine was doing. The next afternoon he told me he had chosen to go on vacation in a month or so, which means if things worked out correctly, he would be hit with the fuck flu about the time he was scheduled to be off work. With that, we both stripped, hugged and french kissed, then he spat in my hand and I jacked him off. He shot-off his last load of neg cum in my hand. He sucked my dick to full hardness, left it wet with his spit and lay on his stomach on the bed while I smeared his cum onto my dick. My dick was rock hard and throbbing as I mounted my buddy and lined-up my shot. I put my weapon to his hole and drove it home with a quick thrust to instantly hilt it up his ass as he squealed in pain. My dick felt really nice in his snug hole. I flexed it and felt my masculine power as it expanded in him. He felt it too. He hadn't been fucked since the day before I started my vacation so his hole was tight and very easily abraded by my dick, which encouraged the opening of more fissures to facilitate passage of my toxic virus into his body. I began fucking him, and felt a sense of power over him, somewhat similar to how conquering I felt when I broke his cherry. Now I was breaking his HIV cherry and enjoying his hole which had tightened over the several weeks since I had last fucked him. This time, as I made it a point to pull out almost all the way, and to slam myself home as roughly as possible, just to make sure I tore-up his insides before my pre-cum began to provide too much lube. He felt the pain and asked what I was doing. "I'm preparing your ass to take my virus easier," I replied and rammed it home a few more times. I knew it hurt him but putting pain to holes provided more pleasure to my prick and usually resulted in better feeling more intense orgasms when I ejaculated. I pulled my dick out of him to check for blood and found some along with the usual other stuff from fucking ass. I rammed it back into him with a snap of my hips and fucked him, piston-thrusting in, intensely enjoying fucking him and thinking how great I would feel when I pumped my dirty cum into him and how my prick would pulse with pleasure with each spurt of my HIV-laden cum into him and how he horrible he'd feel three weeks later when he suffered the flu. I was so turned on I fucked him faster, harder, grinning in anticipation of my soon to come ultimate good feeling. I began breathing hard and working up a sweat as I fucked him good while he lay patiently under me accepting my self-serving thrusts in him. I knew he had trepidation about getting pozzed but then again he knew he'd get pozzed sooner or later and by someone else had I not fucked him soon enough. My thrusts became jerky as I got closer and I slowed my thrusts just a little, knowing that a slower speed near orgasm would result in a longer, better feeling orgasm, ejaculating more cum into him which would slightly increase my chances of infecting him. I had had mixed feelings about infecting my long time friend with such a life altering virus but as we'd discussed before, it would be better if I infected him instead of some Joe Blow. I varied my speed, got close and fucked him good, and then my dick exploded in one of my all-time best-feeling orgasms. I enjoyed the knowledge that my mighty meat was pumping spurt after spurt of HIV-laden cum into his ass, my virus-laden sperm forcing its way into his ravaged anal walls. After my initial eight or nine powerful spurts I repeatedly rammed it home to keep up that good feeling in my penis and to pump as much of my dirty virus into him as possible. I felt on top of the world conquering my friend a second and even more significant time. My hips took over thrusting my meat in him for another minute or two before i felt completely satiated. I rested on his back with my dick buried in his fat ass, feeling manly powerful like the studly mountain man who had conquered the fat asshole in the movie Deliverance. I had read the book as well as seen the movie and each time got a precum-slimey boner. Now thinking of the mountain stud having the virus and pumping it into the fat ass turned me on even more. I thrust every few seconds in Craig's ass while laying on his back and he massaged my still mostly hard dick with his ass muscles. "How's your ass?" I asked him. "Not too bad. About like the second time you fucked me. Oh, and I came," he replied. "Good. I'm going to leave it in and fuck you again when I reload," I told him. He felt a bit of pain but he agreed and I took a nap laying on his back, my dick still inside his ass. I also figured he might cum from getting fucked again. About forty five minutes later I awoke and felt my dick was still semi hard in his hole so I began taking short strokes in him while thinking of how he would suffer from the flu and my dick hardened in less than a minute. I began fucking him and enjoying how my hard stiff penis was forcing my virus from my first load into his bloodstream with each thrust in him. I had ass twice in a row before withdrawing many times as well a having someone suck me off for my second load and sometimes got the blowjob first and then fucked the guy's ass for my second piece. I sawed away in his ass and enjoyed the fuck, my first load of cum also providing additional lube but not too much, just what I needed to pleasure my penis and still further abrade his inner rectal tissues. It took about five minutes longer than my first fuck to nut in him. It was a great fuck with my dick feeling just as good pumping my second load up his ass as it had with my first. Again I brutally thrust and slammed it home while enjoying how great I felt pumping more virus up his ass and into his body. I also corkscrewed my hips and pinned him with my prick. Spent, I lay on his back and asked him if he had cum again. He said he hadn't but it felt good even with the pain from being fucked brutally. My dick, lodged in his hot ass, was in seventh heaven, and I found it quite comfortable to rest on his back, somewhat similar to laying on my good air mattress, so I remained in that position, on Craig's back, for another hour before my dick completely deflated and came out of his ass. I dismounted and lay beside him. He got up and sucked my dick clean, doing a thorough job in swallowing all his and my fluids. Then he lovingly kissed both my cock and each of my balls. Over the next several days I fucked him daily, and occasionally I let him blow me. Sure enough, right on time Craig came down with the fuck flu. Of course I honored my promise to care for him until he recovered, checking in on him before and after work. I showed him my hard dick a few times but he wasn't bitter. He knew the consequences of letting a man infect him and reasoned that it was better I had converted him than an otherwise unknown guy. In addition, we both knew how much I enjoyed injecting my diseased cum up his ass. He started feeling better after nearly another month and returned to work. He slowly built his strength back up and diligently took his drug cocktail just as I had been doing. He began losing weight, maybe a pound a month. He had lamented his decade-long weight gain and I had told him that catching the AIDS would result in weight loss. Craig and I fucked a poz guy or let one suck us off once in a while but Craig was still my main piece of ass and I was his stud. We continued our sex as we had before the pozzing. We also discussed various punks and assholes we could enjoy pozzing. Craig was curious about how good pozzing an asshole would feel compared to fucking someone of the same status. He did enjoy better orgasms when he broke ass cherries, feeling his manly power when the virgin hole suffered from the pain he put to him with his small but mighty prick, much the way I had felt when I broke his HIV cherry.
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I was an executive who looked and acted the part, so few if any, knew about my sexuality or that I got off on pozzing someone once in a while. I was in my thirties, clean cut, worked out three times a week at the gym, and had progressed up the corporate ladder from a cubicle to my own office. As I was a total top, and had never done drugs, neither my doctor nor I could readily figure out how I got the bug. Of course my doctor gave me the whole spiel about safe sex so I wouldn't poz anyone else, but I could tell he himself liked to poz guys one occasion, just for the added sexual thrill that enhanced how great his dick felt when he ejaculated into a neg hole and knocked it up with his toxic sperm. I found myself fantasizing about pozzing some of the assholes at the company, but knew there were few if any gay or bi bottoms, or, for that matter, any versatile guys who worked there who wanted to fuck around with me, let alone who wanted to be pozzed. My opportunity came a few months later via a smart-ass punk in the mail room. I first encountered him a couple of months after he had been hired. The punk was a snobby 21 year old who thought he was better than others and was rude to those he thought beneath him including the janitors, maintenance men and other, mostly blue collar workers. I took offence partly because Ron the janitor and Joe, the fat maintenance man, were my friends, not to mention they too were respectively bi and gay. They were about 50 years of age, and both were also poz. Ron had fucked Joe and pozzed him, but Joe was still fat and flabby. They were good pieces of ass and sucked great cock. We discussed the mail boy, and agreed he needed some punishment. He was nice enough to me so I decided I would seduce him and hopefully pump my seed into him on behalf of my buddies. I became friendly with the punk, whose name was Bobby. He initially said he was straight with a fiancée, but a friend of mine mentioned he had seen Bobby on more than one occasion at one or another gay bar, as well as having seen him at Pride Fest. Another acquaintance mentioned he had seen Bobby sucking off a good-sized black man (who looked like a pimp) in an alley. I use the information on Bobby, and finally he admitted to being bi-sexual. I then asked him if he liked older men and he replied "Someone your age is okay, but not ugly old geezers like Ron and Joe." I flattered him with bullshit and then asked him what sex he liked. He freely answered, saying he was versatile and liked to bottom for men larger than himself. I fit the bill, being a full six feet tall and about 200 to his 5' 10" and 170. My dick was just a bit longer than the average six-incher, but thickened just past the head so it felt like an eight or nine-incher in girth to most assholes I fucked. I persuaded him to suck me off during lunch which he did in a stall of an out of the way mens room. He was a surprisingly good cocksucker who readily swallowed my seed, which, of course, I hadn't told him was toxic. Still I knew there was little chance I would poz him if he was only giving me a blow job, but even so I let him suck my cock at least once or twice a week, just for the good feeling of establishing myself as the man and him as the punk. Oh, I guess I also enjoyed using his mouth as a convenient receptacle to get my rocks off in. After a few weeks I let it slip that I wouldn't mind fucking his ass, but I added "But only if you're neg." He replied "I guarded my ass well 'cause I don't want to be pozzed." "I always use rubbers when fucking a guy" I commented, but neglected to tell him I was poz, and he didn't ask me as to my status, so I assumed he took that my healthy clean-cut looks to mean I was neg. Anyhow, we made a date and a week later, after work, we met-up. I called a cab and took him to a cheap hourly motel where, once inside the room we hugged and kissed as we had a couple of times before when he sucked me off. We stripped and hugged and kissed some more. I then had him suck my dick to full hardness, leaving it wet with his spit. I produced a condom, opened it and began to put it on while he climbed onto the bed, laying on his stomach. While he was making himself comfortable I slipped off the condom, added a little lube to his spit on my hard dick and mounted him, telling him "I'm going to enter you now. Relax your ass and kind of push out like you're about to take a shit and it'll go in easier with less pain." "Okay," he replied. I lined-up my dick to his hole, adjusted my position and pushed the head in. Of course he flinched a little. I then shoved it in another inch or two so the thicker part of my shaft entered and stretched his anal ring. He flinched and yelped and I held my position while he got used to it. I wanted to have both pleasure for my penis and put pain to the punk, but I didn't want him to scream bloody murder so the whole neighborhood could hear. After a minute, (which seemed much longer), I drove it home right up his ass. He yelped and whined from the pain of my swift penetration. I lay on his back to keep him pinned down, as well as to get him used to my cock, even though I generally prefer to start right in pounding the assholes to rip 'em up inside, but with tighter holes I didn't need to work hard to tear them up, and honestly I was enjoying the sensation of his snug ass wrapped around my weapon. I flexed my dick in him a few times, enjoying his reaction, especially how my dick stretched his already stretched-out hole. I thought about a black friend's nine or ten-inch cock, and found myself initially moving slightly in and out, but gradually lengthening my stroke and speed. I varied my approach, but avoided working myself up to orgasm because I wanted to split his rectal tissues as much as possible, certainly until I figured enough blood was flowing to ensure easy passage of my virus into his bloodstream. I had fucked a neg size queen who hadn't been fucked in a couple of weeks. The queen's hole had been as loose as a woman's vagina, was a lousy fuck and failed to sero-convert. Three months later the queen still tested neg, but I was determined to convert Bobby, who was definitely in pain. After all, he had mentioned he got fucked maybe once a month or less, usually by men with small to average dicks. I pulled almost all of my dick out of Bobby to check it, and in the process saw just a trace of pink so I rammed a series of hip-snaps in order to rip his rectum some more and checked my dick again. It was covered with a better layer of pink so I began piston-thrusting in him, grinning to myself as I pounded away. I felt good. My dick felt good, almost like a piston in a cylinder, as I took pleasure in fucking Bobby. Knowing how he would suffer added to my thrill. Knowing that many younger guys weren't as diligent about taking their meds as we older men are, and thinking of how he'd decline in health and suffer in years to come, mostly from the result of my mighty meat pumping my life-changing virus-filled cum into him. I fucked him faster, taking full strokes, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass. I was closing in for the kill, getting ready to fill him with my HIV. The thought excited me more as I fucked him. I got close and then slowed my pace a bit. I had discovered that slowing as I reached orgasm enabled me to shoot more cum for a few more seconds which also felt great not to mention how even better my dick felt ejaculating. I adjusted my pace, got closer and felt my nuts draw up and my cum begin its journey from them through my dick, into his ass and into his bloodstream. My penis erupted in pure pleasure, shooting spurt after spurt into him. I held it still a moment as half a dozen spurts filled him and then resumed thrusting in a series of hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my load up his ass and mash my virus-carrying sperms through the fissures in his anal walls created by my early-on thrusts and into his bloodstream. My dick felt absolutely fantastic flooding him with my potentially deadly disease. I rested on his back, my thick dick still buried balls-deep in his sore ass. I felt good and could feel the naive punk massaging my dick with his ass muscles milking my cum out of my dick into him. I thrust a few times more to further force my virus-laden sperms and semen into his rectal walls and bloodstream. The afterfuck was nice especially because I was doing my best to infect him. I took a nap on his back with the intention of reloading and adding a second load of virus to further make sure I infected him. Over half an hour passed and my dick was till nominally hard so I began with short strokes while thinking of him years later suffering in some hospice or in an alley looking like discarded trash. Soon my dick was rock hard again, but this time I didn't need to work his rectum; I had only to fuck him and enjoy getting my second load of HIV off in his ass. I fucked him for about ten minutes and had a great feeling second orgasm in his wrecked rectum, my penis pulsing with pleasure with each spurt of infected cum I shot off in him. I thrust slowly while shooting and then rammed a series of hip-snaps to finish the job. Again I rested and felt a warm feeling of having enjoyed using him for my pleasure while fucking-up his future which furthered my pleasure. About twenty-five minutes later I pulled my softening dick out. It was coated with a nice pink mixture of cum and blood. Grinning, I told him to get up and suck it clean. He was a bit shocked at seeing my dick but I asked him what the dick of the man who broke his ass cherry looked like. He said it looked similar and finally got on his knees and sucked my dick clean. After he finished sucking my dick clean I told him to kiss it and my balls. He respectfully did. I flirted with the idea of ordering him to swallow my load of piss, but decided I'd cross that bridge in an underground sex club later on. The most important part of the day was that I had a most enjoyable time infecting him by fucking him and getting my virus-laden rocks off in his ass, just to fuck him up. Things went on normally at work although we did notice how he walked due to the pain my thick dick and my good hard thrusts had put to his ass. "Looks like some man had a good time." someone said as a queue of us left the mail room after work a couple of days later. I had to keep from grinning and swelling with manly pride and then had to go to the men's room to relieve my hard on, that began bulging my pants. I would have liked to wait for Bobby to get off so I could at least use his mouth but he was too busy and there were no other bottoms to take care of my needs. I was about to go into a stall and whack off into the john when Ron came in to clean the restroom. Hearing him push his cart through the door I looked over the stall door to make sure it was him and came out showing my hard dick. "Hi Jerry. You do it?" he asked. "Sure did. Did you seen him in the mail room?" "Yeah. He looked like he took a bus up there," Jerry chuckled. We hugged and kissed and then he asked me to slide my meat in his ass. We went into the large handicapped stall where he sucked on my dick. We dropped our pants and he bent-over while I greased up my loggerhead, and positioned myself at his ass. Ron was in good shape, although on the skinny side, but he was always skinny unlike Joe who weighed almost a hundred lbs. more than did Ron. I entered Ron, hilted myself in him and fucked him. He was a good fuck and I relished the opportunity to fuck him, as I knew Ron saw himself as a lowly peon, who was fortunate to be fucked by a high-status. I fucked him for about ten minutes and then blew a good load up his ass. It occurred to me the orgasm was especially good, given that I blew my load into an ass that was the same HIV status as my dick. I fucked him until I stopped cumming, pulled out and let him suck my dick clean. Unlike most assholes he willingly drank my piss before sucking off of my dick, leaving it clean and dry. Then Ron kissed my cock and my balls, we pulled up our pants, hugged but didn't kiss, but thanked each other. Then I left, my needs for the afternoon satiated. Almost a month later Bobby called in sick saying he had a bad flu and that he felt like he'd been beat-up in an alley. Upon hearing about him my dick hardened in my pants. Fortunately I was in my office at the time seated at my desk, so no one could tell I had an erection. During break time I found Joe who was happy to suck me off. He always gave me good head and I enjoyed an excellent orgasm in his mouth thinking of how Bobby was feeling worse than shit. As had Ron, after he swallowed my load, Joe respectfully drank my piss, and kissed my cock and balls before I pulled my pants back up. Bobby returned to work a month later but only because they hadn't yet hired a replacement. He looked beat and when we were alone, he said that he likely had HIV, but that he would wait three months before he was tested. I felt he was fit enough to resume sucking me off a few weeks later and persuaded him to get on his knees and get his lips wrapped around my dick and get busy sucking me off. He worked there a couple more years, was on meds and apparently never realized I had pozzed him. As I predicted to myself, over the next two decades Bobby was a bit careless about his meds and his health deteriorated so he ended up on welfare in a group home. I, on the other hand, had stuck with my regimen, and had taken care of myself, so I was in good health. Over the years I had several promotions and then retired on a nice pension with benefits. I had pozzed a few more neg guys. Each occasion gave my penis perfect pleasure with each spurt of my poz jizz in the guy's negative hole. Some were bug-chasers, some didn't care, and some I stealthed. If I may say so, even at fifty I looked great so the guys were clueless as to my status and many bug-chasers thought I was neg. Ron and Joe were as diligent as I was but Joe did lose some of his weight so he was about 200 when I last fucked him. I was also able to line-up a few bug-chasers for them to knock-up. Watching those two hard working men enjoy the pleasure of fucking and knocking-up young neg and some old neg holes was a turn on. We also joined a team of fellow poz tops to gangbang bug-chasers a few times. -
I just recently noticed that I enjoy some pain while getting fucked... I met this guy in a club a couple of weeks ago. We went to his place and started undressing immediately. Being in his bedroom, he tells me he ran out of lube yesterday and didn't manage to buy new one, so we're going to use spit. I didn't really like it as my previous experiences with spit were not that good as it dried quite fast and got uncomfortable pretty soon. It was the same with with this guy, however after feeling the pain in my ass, I started to notice that I like it. A lot. It was painful, but I was thrilled by how much pleasure and pain a cock can give me. I don't like nipple clamps and other stuff that can be painful, I only like it in my ass coming from a hard cock. I talked to a few friends about this, but none of them was feeling the same way. So, quentions to you: Bottoms: Have you experienced a similar feeling/desire of liking the fuck pain? Tops: Does iit turn you on to let the bottom feel some pain when you fuck him?
