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If a bottom states when s**m becomes no limit are more likely not to give fuck about him, And push your boundaries to no limits? or would see how far you can push the limits and own it
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As a present to myself I recently set up a three hour session at my home. This guy is furry all over, well-muscled, and has a huge pierced cock. We started with me swallowing his piss, which then led to me trying to suck his cock. I've sucked hundreds of cocks, but his was the thickest ever. Not the longest, although it is long, but definitely the thickest. I could only get half way down it. Then he got in the rim chair as I propped my head up with a pillow to really get my face in his ass. I've never gotten my tongue so far up someone's ass. I usually get tired from eating ass, but not this time. Then he stood up and said it was time to fuck me. He was very patient. I suppose if I'd ever been fisted it would have been easier for him, but he eventually got balls deep inside me. He fucked me for a while, then decided we should take a break. We adjourned to my bedroom for more of my inadequate cocksucking, and I got to give him a massage. Literally fur all over his body. He had me lick out his ripe pits, then I ate his ass some more until he decided we needed to fuck again. This time he got inside me with a little more ease and eventually came up inside me. He then got back in the rim chair and I jerked off as I ate his beautiful shit hole again. It doesn't sound like all that would take three hours, but there was plenty of miscellaneous play thrown in, and some of the things that I can describe in a single sentence took half an hour. This was five days ago, and for a while I wondered if my asshole would ever stop gaping. It's back to normal now, my new normal. I don't think I'll have to worry about men saying that my asshole is too tight anymore. I'm intending to get together with him again (and again!).
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Queer, isn't it, that both Father and Son are Gay? Queerer still is that the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ. Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought it happened on a business trip. He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't started Meds. Ideal candidate for a Stealth Pozzer or what? He told me about it while we were chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA. He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but never at their house. Junior recognized me immediately; and, after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint of Lust in those baby blues. To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing him of late. Be that as it may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad and Son. I got the Kid's attention by playing with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's Piss Slit to get him oozing once again. Pretty soon the stage was set. I moved behind the Boy and started rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit began to polka dot my Cock. Reluctantly I turned my attention back to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad, I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me. Suddenly he let out a gasp; his resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and free will. I could tell the way his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close. To cinch the deal I whispered in his ear, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck that Ass! You know some Dude is bound to POZ his Butt. Better if it cums from you. Same Strain… same Meds.... Here’s your chance to help your Boy. Seems like you'd be savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass." You could see a Battle Royale in progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG Cunt. Falling victim to his own concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son. Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my fill. I rammed my Rod back in the Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm to the Brew. Meanwhile the oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the enormity of what we'd done. While there is nothing better than breeding a NEG Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy may have POZZED his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.
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I have long loved seeing men with PAs, especially seeing them bareback with it in, and I have had the great pleasure five or six times to be the grateful recipient - ranging in gauge from 6 to 0 ga. I am also extremely attracted to men who have septums, especially larger gauge ones. I've never had the pleasure of kissing a man with a septum, but hope (and lust) springs eternal. I've read a fair amount about PAs, what different men say is the best - curved barbell, captive bead, screw in bead... The one thing I can't really find is men who have them, especially larger ones, talking about how it feels to the top, and men who get fucked by a man with them, talking about how it feels. It has unfortunately been about 6 years since I had one, which was 6 ga, and the 0 ga was probably twenty years ago. I DO remember how fast he made me cum! It is an experience I really want again. I'd like to hear from other men who have them, or who get fucked by men who have them. If this isn't your thing, please don't attempt to convince the rest of us how wrong we are. Just acknowledge that we like something different than you do and move on. No one's wrong, no one's right. I would also love to have someone to ask questions about all the different jewelry, i.e. door knockers, wands, etc, particularly for going in the dick. Reply here, or if you're willing to have ongoing conversations about this, send me a message.
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Hey guys, I am seriously considering a P.A. I've always wanted one and wondered if any of you with the piercing can give me some tips. Healing time, urinating, how long before sex, or any other tips, regrets? Any advice or help is greatly appreciated. Also, what gage should I start with?
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I’ve been an unrepentant barebacker all my life, even after I tested poz more than 20 years ago. I was 100 percent bottom until about eight or nine years ago, when I discovered the pleasures of breeding men – especially younger guys, whom I feel a special obligation to impregnate with my poz seed for the next generation of pigs. Even though I’m mostly top now, I’m always ready to flip and surrender my hole to other poz/AIDS brothers who will recharge and strengthen my seed. My dick gets rock hard and drips when I think about the hot time I had with a guy I met on the Web several years ago. His name was Alex, and we made a date to meet on one of my semi-regular trips back to my hometown. He said he had full-blown AIDS, and he was looking for pigs who would continue to carry and spread his strain after he croaked. I assured him I’d spread his strains to hundreds of other raw pigs. I explained to him that I have a twisted obsession with poz seed and that nothing gets me hotter than swapping tainted fluids with other poz pigs. He was flattered that I wanted to take and transmit his DNA to the next generation. I went straight to his place after checking into my hotel, and I can still remember how hot he looked when he opened the door, naked except for an open bathrobe. Alex was white, late 40s, 6-foot-2 and about 150 pounds of extremely lean muscle and veins. He had a full, thick black moustache that dominated the sunken cheeks on his gaunt face. His cock was 7 inches, thick and heavy like mine, with a huge mushroom head pierced by a PA. He pulled me to him, twisted my pig tit and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked the taste of beer and cigarettes in his spit. I stripped immediately and couldn’t wait to get his loads inside me. I dropped and took his cock in my mouth, making love to his death tool. I’m not much into oral sex (I prefer a hot mouth on my nipples), but knowing his balls and dick carried the juice that I desperately craved drove me mad with lust, and I worshipped him like a god. I gave myself in complete submission, ready, willing and hoping to do anything he asked in return for the unholy privilege of receiving his toxic cum in my guts. Although he’d stopped taking HIV meds about a year earlier, Alex said he needed Viagra to fuck. So while we waited for his dick to get hard, I gladly fucked him and added my strains with his own death cells inside his guts. Although he was taller than me, I had at least 30 pounds of muscle on him, and I easily pinned him to the bed as I wedged my fat dick into his extremely tight hole. We made love, with lots of kissing and talking nasty about AIDS and death, and I didn’t pull out until I’d dumped three loads of my own dirty seed into his guts. Some of it spilled out when I pulled my cock out of him, so I felched it and fed it back to him in a fucking deep, hot kiss. By that time, Alex’s own death tool cock was rock hard. I jumped in his sling, and he aimed his PA directly at my own rarely fucked hole. Using only spit, he slowly but insistently pushed his whole cock into me. It burned like hell, and I knew he was tearing tissue as started pumping. After about 10 minutes we moved from the sling back to the bed so we could kiss more easily while he shared his gift with me. I noticed something red on his dick, and I reached down and fingered my hole to confirm I was bleeding. Strung out on poppers and lust, I begged Alex to ram his dick back inside me, which he did. I don’t get fucked often and it was all I could do to withstand his assault, but the knowledge that he was already dripping deadly precum into my bloodstream only made me hungry for more. We were drenched in sweat and the smell of poppers as he pumped my cunt for another 15 minutes, sharing lots of deep kisses and twisted talk about worshipping AIDS. Finally, my new lover spewed a huge load of his death seed deep into my guts. The intense connection we shared was overwhelming, like a true spiritual experience, and I remember wishing I could die right there as his spasming cock still spewing poison into me. When Alex finally pulled out, my muscle cunt clamped tight to keep his death juice deep inside. I greedily licked the remnants of cum and blood from his dick and shared the precious mixture with him in lots of deep kisses. I spent the night at his place, where we got high on beer, pot, piss and AIDS lust. He dumped three more loads in my hole and I gave him two more of my own seed to share with other pigs. I don’t know if he did: I heard from another bud that Alex died two weeks later. Fortunately, he still lives deep in my sick brain and in the toxic DNA that I continue to spread to other brothers who share my dark, twisted passion.
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Almost 18 months after I was first fucked raw by a dick enhanced with a PA ("a PA'd Dick") I have done it and got a PA. Despite many moments thinking about how it would look, the moment was incredibly exciting. Dick is a bit bloody now but I may share a photo at some point (I may do this via an intermediary.) In light of the piercings last week(also had my nipples done) I'm assuming this weekend is a write-off and the following weekend is Xmas Eve/Day so not much craic. I've been invited to Berlin for four or five days from 29 December. My head says a break never hurt anyone but my heart wonders, after 2.5 weeks, could I go as a bttm or bttm Vers guy. Or alternatively, could I focus on kinks (e.g. FF) and of so which? I need to avoid the dark room hand grabbing Free for all I've usually experienced in Lab, that will put me on edge. Thoughts welcome.
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Link to hot scenes featuring guys with pierced cocks - especially tops... Please and thank you!!!
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"I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute Counselor didn't have to tell me anything. A few weeks earlier at a Circuit Party I felt the heat of that LOAD. It was special. I wasn't so much a "Bug Chaser" as a "Bug Enabler." I love getting fucked by folks—black or white, young or old, gay or straight—WHOMEVER! And the big-dicked Puerto Rican who ravaged me with his Prince Albert was definitely worth enabling! He looked into my eyes, and I knew he was giving me a Fuck to Die For. Back to the cute Counselor—he was 30ish, blonde, blue-eyed, very studious, with his glasses, suit and tie, about 5'6". He also had a Bubble Butt to die for. "I hate to tell you this, but something terrible has happened." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need counseling..." I licked my lips and stared at his swollen pecs. Thank God he hadn't worn a Tee. His meaty titties clung to his cotton shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are POZ. Isn't that the in-thing now?" "Mr. Johnson...this is serious...." "I know it is.” Contemptuously: “I don't have to worry about safe sex now. I think I'll head home and toss out all my Condoms." He shook his head in disbelief, appearing at a loss for words. My friends reacted diversely—some pleased, some melancholy. Pleased—because now they got to tag me raw. Melancholy—because they'd seduced me into barebacking, and now I had to pay the Piper. So Friday night I invited them over for a "Conversion Celebration." It started at my place and ended at the Baths, where, to my delight, I found the guy who'd POZZED me—cruising. Initially I didn't tell Armando he was the one; I thought I'd save that for another night when we could be more intimate. And never one to hold a grudge (on the contrary I was in awe of his virility) I asked him to join our merry pack. Armando turned out to be a trip. I watched as he seduced a college jock. He stroked the athlete's abs, licked his tits, and whispered sweet Puerto Rican nothings in his ear. Since all of us were sex-obsessed, the Fuck quickly turned into a Gangbang. The Bottom hadn't yet cum my way, when I spied a hunk I absolutely had to have. That flawless Ass! The Short Blonde Sweetness dropped his towel and minced into the Steam Room. I knew in my heart the Dude was mine to POZ. I used to be a Bottom Boy, but all that changed with HIV. I sat down beside him, his delicate features obscured by billowy clouds of steam. We were alone, concealed behind a thick glass door and foggy atmosphere. I teased his Cock then flipped him over on his belly and slid my oozing Member up his Crack. "I have a Condom," the nervous Sweetness chirped, the tremor in his voice betraying his anxiety. I snickered and shoved it in—no Lube but for the heavy moisture-laden air. I wanted Blondie cognizant of my Sick Seed assailing his Ass Walls. I wanted him to weep the tears that dance so seductively upon the cheeks of those just bred. He hollered at me to get off; but we were alone, ringing wet, in the super-heated atmosphere, which muffled his tirade. He made like he was gonna fight me off, while I licked his ears and bit his neck. His soft four inches mushroomed to a turgid Seven, despite his hollow protestations. He pushed back on my Viral Stick, moaning, whimpering, ashamed of his hypocrisy—of so blatantly violating the principles by which he earned his livelihood. He had it cuming. He needed guys like me to stay in business. I plowed his Ass as roughly as I could, in hope of bettering the odds; and when I shot, it was the most fulfilling sensation I'd ever known—to foredoom this truly deserving Fag to an eternity of doctors, tests, and pills. The heavy glass door scraped and groaned as Armando magically appeared. We mouthed a long, deep lingering kiss and I spread my demoralized Victim 's lily-white Ass Cheeks in gratitude. Sweetness just shivered, squirmed and purred as Armando’s Prince Albert abraded his Mancunt. The Puerto Rican pulled out long enough for me to flip him over. Our eyes locked, and the Bottom winced as if confronting his worst enemy. "Mr. Counselor! " I admonished the social worker, as Armando redoubled his detrition. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but all my friends are POZ."- 3 replies
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I went to the bath house in St. Louis and had one of the most prolific evenings of my life. I was in the steam room when I spotted a young Stud in the back corner, one leg upon the bench. I walked up behind him and rubbed his Butt, and he begged me to fuck him. I didn't even bother removing my 0-gauge PA (Prince Albert)*. My Dick is pretty average; but every time that Steel hit his Prostrate, he went wild. I obliged by dumping 2 Charged Loads up his Ass and let him shoot his Jizm down my throat. I'm such a cupcake—letting guys to do me like that. A Top who'd been watching me approached and inquired if I were POZ and into Gifting. "Yeah and usually," I replied. He relayed that his betrothed, quite the Tramp, was, at that very moment, was down in the Maze taking all Givers. He figured the only way to keep him faithful was to give him "the Gift" before someone else got to him first. "I love him very much," was his subterfuge. "I don't want to hurt him, just corral him in a bit." "Sure," I smirked. "I had a Lover like that once." "What happened to him?" "Died of AIDS." “Well, I guess, that’s a risk I’ll have to take.” Thinking I might as well make a game of such an onerous task, I invited him to lie face down, warning that I needed to loosen up that tight Ass of his. "Might sting a tad since you usually Top." "Let’s get it over with." I swabbed my mitt in KY Jelly (the only lube I had at hand). Before the shit could dry, I plowed my fist into his unsuspecting Ass. He clenched his teeth and bit down hard on the pillow as I began to twist within. With dispassionate disinterest I surveyed his torment, and concluded that (Surprise! Surprise!) I was enjoying myself. After all, he'd volunteered, and had much worse in store for the unsuspecting paramour he professed to love. As I'd hoped, my hand came out coated with his Shit and Blood. I raised my forearm and thrust my defiled fingers to his turgid Lips. "Now, you dirty Fucker, if you really want to POZ your Bud, lick it off. Lick it all off, and then I'll fuck you good." He did. After washing Shit and Blood from my Prick, I prowled the halls till 10 P.M. I found a hot young Twink, lying on his stomach, pretending to sleep. I rode his Ass for 20 minutes before he woke up and begged for my Cum. Before I shot I told him I had to know his age since I'm not into kids. He claimed he was 21, which I doubt. But if he'd lied it was okay—cause I'd lied too—about my Status. I really worked his Hole good with my 0-gauge PA. Back in my room I got fucked by 2 Fags who left my door wide open for all to see. The cunts were Lovers in their mid-thirties and also POZ. They tag-teamed my Hole while other horny Dudes came by to use my oral cavity as Sewer for their Piss and Cum. By the time I hit the parking lot I'd taken 5 loads up the Ass and 7 down my throat, including 2 of drunken Piss. I staggered out of there just after midnight; and when I exited the car, a big gray ring of Cum and Piss had permeated my briefs and sweats to drench the car seat .
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I was just wondering if anyone has a PA and if they work either passively with or part of a chastity device? And can you wear it all the time or do you need to take it out to clean it? I know you can get ones you can pee with easily enough but if you NEED to take it off to clean it then I'm not sure I could get one. The reason is, I was thinking about getting one that could be welded or fitted on to my chastity device for added security but I can't take it off to clean it. I was told by quite a few people I'd need to take off my chastity belt periodically to clean it but I've managed almost 3 months now with no problems, I'm quite diligent with cotton buds and soap in the shower. Anyway, is this possible? Has anyone ever done anything like this before? And for those that have a PA, does it hurt? Is it a nuisance? What made you want one?
