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My real married Uncle is here visiting me tonight and he really wants to destroy my hot pink ho.e with some other really agressive verbal cock...s. Cum use me real hard pound breed and FLOOD my ho.e with him.
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https://www.gayforit.eu/video/371835/TRASH-RITUAL-PUNK-TATOO-1 I believe this video is a work of art as it encompasses all of the raunchy desire a depraved bb pig might have!
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Several years ago in Philadelphia was the first time that I got tweaked. Soon after that I was at the Bathouse getting tweaked on a Friday night.... I have a "thing" for freaks/punks.etc.. I ran into this chem-ed up pig that I knew was sucking cock and taking loads in his ass. Well, of course this turned me on....We got tweaked together and I told him that i wanted to share loads with him.... I began to get more perverted. Well, eventually we went out on our own again that night and about two hours later there was a knock at my door. When I answered it it was the freak! He used his hands to open my mouth and kissed the hottest spermload right into me. After it was over, I asked him who it was from and he said that he didn't know because he couldn't see! Well, we carried this on through the night..... Where are the other like him!
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Hey fellas, I've been homeless for a few months now, and I decided to come down to NYC to get a change of scene, crash with some friends, and check out a few concerts. While I'm in town, I thought it might be cool to meet some sleazy guys and let them use me like the cheap, horny, little lowlife I am; I have never let anyone cum inside me, nor have I ever been fucked anally, but despite being straight, I'm wicked turned on by cum- I love letting a guy dump thick, hot prickpaste all over my face and in my hair, and the thought of letting men spurt load after load of scum inside my tender, unprotected holes gets me wicked horny. I'm not sure if this is allowed to post on here, but I would really be into whoring myself out- I desperately need the money, plus it's a huge turn on for me. I would also really like to try someThing, which I've been penalized for posting about outside of the "Backroom" section, but if you take a look at my profile and some of my posts, I feel it should be clear what I'm talking about. I fucking love the thought of how dirty and degenerate I'll feel, getting exploited, degraded, and turned into a nasty whore. Please message me if you're in NYC and wanna use a straight, homeless transboy, and be the first to leave my holes gaping and sloppy with loads of your seed. I'll send pics and can answer any questions you might have about me. Thanks!
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That first slam was always going to be a mindfuck, but Steve had no idea it would lead to the fulfillment of his wildest fantasies so soon. As dusk sank over the cityscape, oozing yellow smog gave the buildings on the far horizon a slimy sheen. From the 29th floor apartment it was both an awe-inspiring and often a depressing view. But as the door buzzed from the ground floor, Steve felt a surge of excitement in his belly and a sense of both dread and thrill overcome him. He had chatted online with Billy on and off for nearly a year now, and their conversations had veered from simply "How are you...?" to some of the wildest, kinkiest conversations Steve could recall having, and he was a veteran online 'chat' fan. From the first description of Billy in his urban skinhead/street punk gear Steve was hooked. When it became clear that Billy harbored some pretty sick, perverted fantasies he was simply mesmerized. Soon the chats became more and more frequent, and Steve found himself spending hours online simply waiting for the appearance of his 'friend'. Steve was a country boy who had been seduced to the city by two things. His extraordinary ability to write near-perfect computer code, and his fascination with sleazy, urban pornography. His experiences of gay sex were pretty vanilla, so far, but he had cruised some seedy places in town without actually making the leap from voyeur to participant...yet. Billy simply fitted the bill with all Steve's fantasies. Late twenties, a real city boy and with the filthiest, dirtiest mind and turn of phrase he had ever encountered. Better still, he seemed pretty much 'for real'. He harbored no suspicions of this all being an online fantasy. So, after nearly a year, when Billy suggested they enact some of these wild conversations, Steve gulped and agreed before he had the chance to change his mind. Steve stood at nearly six foot, with broad shoulders and a lean frame that was more 'natural' than gym-honed. He was actually rather a handsome man, but his demeanor was mousy and dull, and he wore very 'safe' beige and denim clothing which did not do much to show off his natural assets, which included a deliciously tight butt and long, well-muscled legs. He was one of those men who looked much better naked, but never saw himself that way in the mirror after taking a shower. Steve had both fucked and been fucked by a variety of guys from college types to older 'daddy' types who saw him as a kind of safe, 'son' option. He did not identify himself as either a top or bottom, but knew he harbored kinky fantasies about being used and abused. He had played bareback a few times with the 'daddies', but always as a top. For some reason these married guys craved his loads raw. He had never quite figured that out, but was happy to experience the obvious benefits of skin-on-skin action. His dick was cut and nicely shaped, tapering to a thick base that meant hungry guys pushed down on his cock when he fucked them in order to experience that girth and depth combined. That look of greed and hunger on their faces was something that both turned him on and Steve found he also recognized it deep within himself. It was Billy who had first mentioned adding some spice to play with chemical assistance. Steve was entranced immediately. Then when Billy told him he knew the art of injecting T, he did his research online and knew he wanted to try it, no matter what the consequences. Billy had made his status plain and Steve found that even more exciting. He was bemused why he was not already positive having fucked maybe 20 guys raw as a top. He felt he had earned and deserved it. His penance for being a bad boy. Now Billy teased him about sharing the needle and even fucking his poz load up his hole. Wild. Impossible. Wasn't it? Now Billy was at the door. Street level seemed so far away, but suddenly the reality of their arrangement was very apparent. Steve felt his cock stiffen involuntarily. He could ignore the buzz; even pretend he was out, but that would be the end of their 'friendship' and he did not want that. But a six-foot-six street punk with needles and chemicals in his bag and a huge ten-inch pole in his jeans almost made him weak with fear and longing. He reached for the phone attached to the entry system. "Hello?" "Hey, its Billy-boy! Your innocence is about to be a thing of the past. Buzz me up, fucker." Steve paused, for what seemed like an eternity, and then pressed. That was the start of a night that would change his life forever.
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I was always a classic nerd. Even my name was nerdish but that didnt matter once I discovered gay sex and guys who liked nerds. My first gay sex was fucking some effeminate queen whose ass was like a decent vagina. Of course that fella gave me superior head not to mention swallowed my load unlike the broads who spat it out like it's something nasty. The first cock I took was a forty-year-old short fat Latino's uncut 5", first sucking him off a few times and giving him my ass cherry two weeks later. He also gave me head and swallowed my cum as I did his. "Lenny, you sure a sexy stud. Glad you got my cherry" I had gushed after he'd pumped his fifteenth load up my ass. After he dumped me a month later for fresh holes I met a couple of really great men. One was Rick, a nerd like myself, who was a mechanic. The other was Henry whose seven cut inches broadened my ass as well as choked me when he fucked my mouth. Fortunately I decided to mostly top since I was more on the masculine side, in fact more masculine than most straight men or at least nerds, not to mention that taking my glasses off to suck cocks or rim ass was a hassle. One night a dozen years after my first fucking, I was as horny as I was the first time I nutted in a man. Since Henry had stood me up, saying his lover had the day off and they were going to spend the day together, I was at a sex club. I don't know who gave me AIDS that fateful night, because I was fucked in the ass by both a hippie and a fat middle aged man (both of whom I had also sucked off for their second loads), and I had flip-fucked with an executive and had fucked two other holes. I was so turned on getting fucked by the hippie and the chubby I came from getting fucked by them. A couple of weeks later I got the flu. I knew something was wrong and sure enough I found out I had HIV. Some time later I ran into the hippie again, and he admitted he was poz, and had enjoyed infecting me. He said fucking my ass made him feel really great and manly and described how pleasurable pumping his death-seed up my ass and his disease into my system felt. I was devastated. Henry my best buddy said our sex life was over unless I was content with him jacking off into my mouth. I was able to stay healthy and after a few months I decided that I needed to get off in someone sans condom, but didn't want to randomly poz some innocent piece of ass. My first target was a punk on a friend's shit list. I wanted to experience the thrill of pumping my deadly HIV into someone. I saw breeding a guy as the ultimate power to feel really good while fucking up someone forever, as the hippie had done to me. My mental state was enforced by the disclosures of a couple of my masculine poz friends had described their orgasms in neg assholes, much as the hippie had enjoyed pozzing guy's assholes, such as mine. The punk I was to poz was a bitchy arrogant pretty-boy twink fresh out of the military who had pissed-off a buddy of mine. My friend told me where the punk hung out and pointed him out to me in a bar. I made my move a week later in a club. Like many of the places I frequented, the club in question had an alley to the rear, and not all that surprisingly, a lot of sex went on in the alley. I had a buddy, a buffed-out surfer-jock come-on the punk. The plan was my buddy would take the punk into the alley and fuck the shit out of the kid, in actuality being the punk's last neg fuck, and I would follow close-up on my buddy and add my special cum to the mix. Half an hour after we arrived my jock buddy and the punk were chatting it up. They then left out the back door and I followed them discreetly. Soon the punk was stripped and on his stomach, legs spread wide, on the mattress we had prepared in advance hidden behind the big dumpster. My jock buddy had his jeans halfway down and had already had the punk suck his nine inches hard. He greased up his loggerhead and mounted the punk. He handed the punk a popper bottle, lined up his shot and let his weight drive it home. The punk whined and whimpered, not used to such a big thick dick but he wanted it in him just the same. He was in seventh heaven getting fucked by a large handsome stud just a few years older than him. The man fucked that hole good and nutted in him, as he had in me and I in him before I got pozzed. My own dick was rock hard oozing precum. After the man thrust some more he dismounted and I came out of the shadows, pants ready to drop and mounted him. I shoved my deadly weapon up his ass, my stud buddy's cum excellent lube. The hole felt good around my dick. After hilting myself I began fucking him. I felt a manly studly well-being as I fucked that asshole, knowing how great my orgasm would feel when I pumped my deadly AIDS virus up his ass, which had been stretched and torn by my jock buddy's thick dick. He at first thought little of it, being a bit drunk and on the poppers my buddy had stuck back under his nose as I made love to him. Halfway through my piece of him he turned his head and took a look, then realized I was fucking him. "No geek fucks me! Fuck off!" he screamed before three other men came to help. I gripped the punk's upper arms, helping the men hold him in place under me so I could finish having the piece of ass he owed me. He had fancied himself a man of the world but he was now learning his true place as a piece of ass soon to be a diseased sickly carrier. I stepped up my efforts, fucking him with a series of brutal thrusts to help tear-up his rectum some more. I felt good and studly, a hero conquering the enemy. I fucked faster and harder, my cum welling up, my dick getting ready to shoot its deadly load into the receptacle. The punk began crying. "Be glad I'm not as hung as Bill you bitch!" I growled as I doubled my efforts. Savagely pounding him, I proved (at least in my mind) that a geeky nerd was more a man than a pretty-boy egotist. My climax then came rapidly as I hilted myself in him as pleasure enveloped me while I shot my load of HIV-laden cum up his ass in eight or nine rapid-fire spurts. It was one of my all time best feeling orgasms, the excitement of my stiff penis pulsing with pleasure filling the asshole with my deadly seed. I then resumed fucking him in a series of brutal hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my virus-laden jizz into the cunt-hole. Joy filled my heart as my deadly cum filled his ass. "Hope you liked getting fucked by us real men." I said. He was pissed, but not nearly as pissed as when I told him, "I just got my poz cum off in you, and man does my dick feel good!" The punk freaked and struggled. "Too late, bitch" said one of the men helping hold him down. I left my dick in, still thrusting and holding on, as well as corkscrewed my hips to force more of my death-sperms into his torn anal walls, rested a moment, brutally slammed my dick home in him a couple more times and yanked out. The punk was crying, sobs shaking him as I pulled up my pants. One of the guys who'd helped said he was poz and asked to suck my dick clean. Of course I let him. After sucking my dick for five minutes he sucked off of it, kissed it and my sweaty balls, stood up, hugged and kissed me and told me how turned on he was watching me fuck the punk and sucking my dick clean. He then had himself a piece of the punk and added his dirty cum to mine. A few more manly pelvic thrusts and he pulled out of the now bleeding hole. I sucked him clean, kissed his cock and balls and we all left, leaving the punk curled up sobbing on the mattress. My friend was proud of me for what I'd done. He also serviced my jock "bait" friend a few times and let him service him as well since they were both versatile and still neg. The punk got the flu, as I had after my fun with the hippie. After finding out the punk converted I traded fucks with a poz friend and then we 69ed for our second loads. The bitch eventually came down with full blown AIDS since he failed to take his meds properly.
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. *********************************************************** I was having a bad time last night at the baths. It was a full moon, so I was hoping for some good horned up piggy sex. I am versatile, but I've been under a LOT of stress lately and have been having trouble "keeping things up" long enough, to put it delicately, to do any topping myself, so I was looking to get fucked as much as possible, to get as many loads in my ass as I could. No one wanted to play around, though, and those that did were insisting on using condoms, which didn't interest me. I was getting really frustrated when I walked right into my fantasy. He was young, probably early 20's, thin, on the short side, had both his nipples pierced, shaggy brown hair, and a big fat long cock with a thick metal cock ring around it. A real punky boy, which I love. With the way my night was going, I expected him to run the other way and disappear, but no, he flirted with me, then dragged me into a booth and shut the door. There was a mattress on the floor, and we started making out. I asked him what he was into, and he told me right off that he was a bottom and wanted to get fucked. I told him I would love to fuck his ass, and he said, sure, but are you clean? I told him yes, I was clean, and it's true: I am very clean. I take showers every day. It's just my cum that's dirty. We made out more and he pulled out a bottle of lube and started stroking my cock, which was harder now than it had been in weeks. I groaned to myself because I was so horned up that if I didn't get that boy's ass on my cock I was going to self destruct. He didn't disappoint me, he pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me, fitting my cock into his ass and slowly working himself down on it. I don't like fucking in this position, but I felt the warmth of the inside of his body on my cock and I immediately began bucking. He fucking loved it. We made out while he straddled and worked my cock, then after several mintues of that I flipped him onto his back, which is my favorite position, and fucked him harder. He talked trash about how good my cock felt and about how he loved to get fucked. I played with his pierced nipples and kissed his mouth and bit his neck. When I felt the load building up at the base of my cock I asked him if he was ready for my cum. He pushed his ass against me harder and begged for it deep inside him. I gave him the best orgasm I've had in a long time, then kept my cock in him while we made out a little more. I started stroking his cock, hoping to taste his load, but he told me no, that he had cum earlier and all he wanted now was to get fucked. He asked how long it had been since I had cum, and if I shot a big load. I told him not to worry, that I had filled his ass good. He smiled, thanked me, and we parted. I briefly thought about sticking around and trying to get fucked too, but I decided not to press my luck. I knew it would be difficult to top that experience. I'm ready to beat off again just thinking about him. *************************************** Here's a follow-up posting. My lucky night again... since it was a full moon I headed out to the baths for a round or two. I got two loads in my ass and was looking for more when I ran into the same punky boy. He led me to his room and I fucked him long and hard before I blew in his ass again. This time he didn't ask if I was clean or not, he just begged for my cum deep inside him. If I keep running into him, I may ask if he wants to take a house by the sea together.
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Looking to get as many guys as possible setup to take turns gangbanging me for hours if not all night. new years? want to do it blindfolded, restrained/tied up and taking all loads. Rough dominant tops are a plus. Hung and extremely hung guys i want to fuck as hard as they can. Willing to let you videotape it as long as i get a copy. I can't host. Need someone who can or set it up somewhere in a hotel. If its setup and its going to happen, i want it advertised on all sites you can. I want a cock in me the entire time. i am punkboyIL on recon and bbrts for pics of me.
