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    • By Horny4256
      I walked out of the shower and walked into my room and stopped at my full mirror. I admired my hard work at making my body into my masterpiece. I worked hard every day growing up in the gym making large strides to make myself look like a porn star and now I am 19 and I have achieved my goal for how I look and now I am looking to complete my next desire and challenge. 
      I looked in the mirror and saw the water dripping down my hard body of muscle and admired how it made my body shine in the light. I couldn't help but flex my arms and see the muscles in them buldge and I was starting to turn myself on and my 7-inch thick cock was starting to stiffen. I turned around and admired my back muscles and my hard toned ass as well. I couldn't stop myself from circling my index finger around my puckering ass and slid it all the way in on the first try and moaned and added a second one to the first. I started to pump both of them in and out of my hole and when I felt myself close to cumming I had to stop so I wouldn't spoil my plans.

      I stood up and again looked into the mirror but this time I wasn't looking at myself. I glanced at the calendar I had put up at the corner of the mirror and looked at today's date where there was a biohazard symbol drawn in the box. I had planned for today to go out and try to receive the best gift I have heard of to try and get. I had been searching through the internet and seen so many first-hand accounts about guys who love looking for poz sex and how awesome it feels to have all inhibitions dropped and just enjoy everything that comes with bareback sex. I had been on Prep for so long just to save myself for my 19th birthday to finally get pozzed. 

      I did some research on some hotspots where it was known for some quick hookups as well as a well known gay bathhouse and made a few posts on here about what I am looking for and added a good torso and ass pic to help anyone who was interested. I took a black sharpie and wrote on the small of my back "Mark your status" and then I wrote poz above my left ass cheek and neg on my right one so I can keep track of my progress through the day. I picked out my sexiest jockstrap and my sexiest tanktop and shorts and started to make my way to the first spot on my list. 
      I pulled into the parking lot of one of the parks I found that was supposed to be a very popular spot and looked around. I liked the distance from where the parking lot and picnic tables were from the bathrooms and that I could see many cars around the lot so my spirits were high. I walked to the bathroom and like the size of it when I got in. It was very clean and very private as well as large which is why I understood why this was a popular place. I walked to the last stall and got myself ready hoping someone would discover me soon enough. I placed the marker I brought with me on the elastic of my jockstrap so it could be used and got onto my belly with my ass up in the air ready and excited.

      It didn't take long before I heard the sound of the door open and heavy footfalls heading in my direction. My heartbeat picked up with excitement that I was hopefully about to get my first cock of many for the day. Sure enough, the door to my stall opened up and I just stayed there in anticipation for what hopefully was going to happen. I felt this man's hands run across my ass and it sent shivers running through my body it felt so amazing. He took his time feeling up my ass and pushing his fingers into my hole making me whimper in pleasure. I could hear this man unbuckle his pants and then start to slide his cock up and down my crack.

      It felt thick and heavy and my blood was pumping deep in my head and I took a long hit of poppers that I had right as this man started to push in my first cock of many to start the day out right. My head was swimming as I was bottoming out on what felt like maybe a 10-inch cock. I reached under myself to feel this mans balls and he had a nice set of large low hangers to go with this tool of a cock pumping into my boy pussy. He must have liked the attention I gave to his balls because he was moaning and started to pick up his speed on my ass.

      I took another hit of poppers as this man started to piston fuck me. His balls felt amazing hitting my taint and I could tell he was getting close to unloading into me and when I felt his cock start to spasm he slammed it into me bringing me over the edge and made me cum in my jockstrap. He stayed there in me panting and catching his breath until he felt he could get up. I shivered a bit more when he started to pull his softening cock out of my ass and I heard a sloppy pop as it left my gaping hole. He took the marker from my jock and placed a tally mark on my left cheek to tell me I took my first poz cock of the day which made me so happy.

      Once the man left I reached behind and scooped up some of his load from my ass and brought it up to my mouth to eat it and it was then I noticed a bit of a pink streak through it and new that he made me bleed a bit and I was more excited because now it was a better chance of me being pozzed today.
    • By bbbugfkrme
      I figured out a few weeks ago that a hook up can happen anywhere, anytime. So I try to stay ready. You never can tell.  I'm not bad looking. Bearish married guy. Decent 7" cock. Love to suck and get fucked. My spouse is a teacher in the local school system and sometimes she wants to go see her kids play ball. Baseball season has started. This morning one of her kids was playing in a small ballfield in a neighboring town. I made sure I was clean and put on a jock strap, jeans, boots and a black T. Off we went. We got there and it was the usual crew marrieds watching their kids play. I gotta admit I was fun watching the kids try hard to be good players.  Late in the game nature called and I wandered off looking for a toilet.  I intentionally avoided the one close to the fields. I knew this school.  There was another, more secluded spot under the football field bleachers.  I kinda figured there might be a chance to at least toss one off before I headed back.
      The toilets had the classic squeaky outer door and a row of sinks as you came in the inner door.  To the right was an opening into a lager room with a piss trough and a row of cubicles.  I stepped up to the trough and pulled out my cock, I was already chubbing up. The outer door squeaked and I started pissing.  In walks this 6'2" bearded construction guy. Totally masculine, mid-30's,close beard and tight jeans. 
      He stepped up to the trough and fished out a nice piece of cock. We made some small talk. He was really friendly. We finished pissing at the same time and I started packing it in. It was boning up fast. He didn't. He just stood there. Also,boning up real fast.
      "It has a mind of its own." he laughed. "Bet you don't remember me do you?"
      I thought "shit, who is this guy?"
      "I saw you get here with your wife and recognized you right away." he said and took a long stroke on his cock. "You gave me the best head I've had in a long time.  Couple weeks ago. The treasure chest in Portland."
      "OH SHIT" I thought.
      " I saw you head over here." he was fully turned to me now. "Suck my dick faggit."
      "Holy shit" raced through my head but I was down on my knees in a heart beat. His fat hard cock balls deep in my throat in no time. I slobbered on it and he grunted and growled his appreciation. 
      I stood and walked into a cubicle, slipping my jeans down on the way, showing my ass. He didn't wait for an  invitation, He pushed me all the way into the stall and up against the wall. That cock of his went balls deep and raw into my ass and he started plowing me hard. 
      "Gotta be quick," he grunted, "game's almost over. Fuck. You want it? The load?" he was pile-driving my hole. 
      "Breed me man, " I whispered.
      "Good faggit, Here it comes." He drove it in deep as he could and I felt it pulsing cum into my body. What a rush. I was spewing in my jockstrap at the same time. This stud was totally hot.
      He took a few more strokes as I was catching my breath and then pulled out, zipped up, and headed out.  I stood there for a moment to pull myself together. I left that toilet feeling so satisfied. I am hoping I'll see that stud again at the porno store.  I did see him as the wife and I headed back to the car. His kid was on one of the teams. No wife with him. Damn, I wanted him again as I watched him drive away.
      I drove home, my wife chatting me up about the kids and the game. I am headed out to the porno store now. She's off to her sister's to get ready for sunday school, and I'm off to the treasure chest to make sure  I have something else  juicy to own up to at Confession.
    • By Oldercumslut
      My light reading for the night.
      Klein, H. (2012). Felching among men who engage in barebacking (unprotected anal sex). Arch Sex Behav, 41(2), 377–84. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10508-011-9770-0
      Hammond, C., Holmes, D., & Mercier, M. (2016 09). Breeding new forms of life: a critical reflection on extreme variances of bareback sex. Nurs Inq, 23(3), 267–77. https://doi.org/10.1111/nin.12139
      W. Wheldon, C. (2014). Masculinity and Barebacker Identification in Men who have Sex with Men. Journal of AIDS & Clinical Research, 05(02). https://doi.org/10.4172/2155-6113.1000276
      Carballo-Diéguez, A., Ventuneac, A., Dowsett, G., Balan, I., Bauermeister, J., Remien, R., … Mabragaña, M. (2011). Sexual pleasure and intimacy among men who engage in \"bareback sex\". AIDS Behav, 15 Suppl 1, S57-65. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10461-011-9900-7

      Surprising amount of data, but not current.
    • By Bubblez
      23-year-old gay bottom looking to serve cock in exchange for very large amounts of cum.
      I would absolutely love to worship cock and take it in my mouth, and swallow tasty cum until I'm hoarse. Also looking to take cock in my ass and to have my bowels filled up.
      I'm willing to become your fucktoy, so long as you promise to feed me gallons of cum until my belly looks fit to burst.
      Message if interested and we can discuss the specifics of a contract.
    • By Relentlesspig84
      Hey guys this is Chapter 1 of a new story I wanted to write.   There's not much action in this first chapter but it builds the scene.  Hope you like and don't worry it will get messy pretty quickly.  Its also inspired by a real pub I worked in when I was 18.
       
      The Pub - Chapter 1
      They say change can be a good thing, but when a lot happens at once it can be overwhelming.  I had just recently turned 18, had just moved into the city to attend University.  I was in student accommodation and I was out walking the streets looking for work.  I needed a job to pay bills and have a decent student life, after all my loan would only go so far and my mum wouldn't be in much of a position to help me out.  I discovered, however, most of the stores in town had already hired their student workers.  It seemed as if the entire uni had hit the town weeks earlier and taken all the good jobs. 
      As I was slowly walking out the end of town back towards my new room, I came across a dank little pub on the edge of a cross roads.  The building looked fairly rundown with a front door that had “Entry in the rear” painted across it.  In the window was a little rainbow flag, suggesting it was a gay bar or something and next to it was a fresh advertisement for a bar man job.  The notice said it was varied shift work and paid a working wage.  In fairness I wasn't in a place to look a gift horse in the mouth so I followed the instructions and wandered round the back. 
      There was a dark closed off alley which looked like it continued down to where barrels were stored; however I turned to the right and pushed open the door and stepped inside.  The pub was darkly lit and as I walked in the attention of a few of the patrons perked up and stared at me. It was mid afternoon by this point and so the clientele were all in their early sixties at best, some sat along the bar talking to the barman, some hunched over their pints.  I approached the barman, trying to ignore all the stares and asked him about the job in the window.  He looked to be in his late forties and looked me up and down making me slightly uncomfortable. “You're a damn looker.  I think you'll be very popular.  I'll just shout the boss and he can give you an interview”.  This got a couple of the men chuckling as they started to engage in conversation with me. 
      Whilst the barman headed out the back and up some stairs I did my best to smile and chat with some of the guys at the bar.  They inquired about where I had come from, never having seen me around before and I explained I was new to the area and studying.  That got a few comments about me being fresh meat and a few more laughs about keeping an eye out for some of the pervs that come in here.  I laughed somewhat reluctantly, but they didn't seem all that bad, and I appreciated that whilst they weren't my type, it seemed obvious that they didn't get younger guys in here very often.  The barman came back down and told me to head up and that the boss was waiting.  The old man closest too me patted my arse giving it a good squeeze and told me to knock them dead and that they were rooting for me. 
      As I got to the top of the stairs I heard a gruff voice beckoning me in to the room on the right. It looked like a fairly nice living space, although it wasn't exactly kept nice and clean.  I could see a lot of dishes stacked up in the kitchen and as I turned into the living room the place was cluttered with all sorts of boxes and props and various clothing and fetish gear.  There seemed to be a variety of rubber and leather gear strewn around the room.  Nothing that shocked me.  While I was certainly young, I wasn't naive.  While the contents of the room might have been a bit off, it was, after all, merely the room in which I'd be interviewed.  
      On the far side of this large living room was a big torn up leather couch and sat to one side with his legs stretched out was a large beast of a man.  He looked to be early fifties, scruffy hair and a big beard.  He had a tight wife beater on with a huge bush of chest hair bursting out of all sides and was wearing torn baggy shorts.  He stood up and took a few steps towards me palm outstretched.  We shook hands; or rather he shook most of my arm with his powerful shake and pointed me to the couch to sit. 
      “So you're looking for some work eh?” he asked giving me a look up and down as I sat down. “You know this is a gay pub right?”  I nodded and explained I understood and it wasn't a problem.  I explained my situation, having just moved down for University, single mum at home and needed to support myself, no luck in town, etc.  “Well I'd be happy to help you out,” he said as he made himself more comfortable lifting a leg up onto the sofa and leaning back getting a better look at me, "but you should know that we do all sorts of events here and you would need to follow a dress code every now and then."
      His baggy torn shorts slowly fell down his arched leg and I could see he wasn't wearing any underwear.  In fact I could actually see he was circumcised and had a large floppy shaft nestling over some huge hairy balls.  I tried to focus on his face and desperately tried to pay attention to what he said. “Erm yes that's fine, I'd be happy to wear whatever uniform you require."
      “Right stand up for me” he said as he adjusted his crotch and rose with me.  “Arms up” he commanded and I obeyed without question as he grabbed my -shirt and lifted it up over my head with a quick motion.  He gave a little whistle and ran a chubby thick finger down my chest and along my abs.  “Damn kiddo you've got a killer body, do you work out a lot?"
      I blushed, both at the compliment and that I was suddenly topless in front of a stranger in a random house during a job interview.  “Erm, yes, I work out a few times a week, but nothing over the top.  I have played sports most of my life so I just have a good body, I guess." 
      He was rubbing his hands up and down my abs now and then grabbed my hips and turned me around, his hands went back to my chest and began working my nipples. I couldn't control myself and moaned softly.  He chuckled. “So you're a sensitive little scamp too eh?  That's good to know.  The patrons will love seeing that, right now the rest please," he remarked, his hands unbuttoning my jeans, allowing them to drop to the floor, leaving me standing in my lucky yellow jock bare arse practically pressed into his crotch.  “Well hello!  I guess this tells me what position you played in sports, eh?" he chuckled, giving my bare arse cheek a squeeze before running his finger between the cheeks, grazing my hole.  “Well lad, you look perfect.  Great body great attitude,  That's the main thing.”  Spinning me around, he took my hand, walking me back to sit back down with him on the couch.
      “Ideally I'd like you to start as soon as possible.  There's a shift going tonight if you're keen.  I can show you the ropes and if you do a good job and keep the customers entertained and drinking then I think we have a deal”.
      I spluttered my thanks back to him and shook his hand again.  Okay, it wasn't exactly a conventional job interview but I had a trial shift and could start straight away.  We both stood up and I bent over to grab my clothes.  He had obviously tried to assist as he accidentally bumped into my back side as he clearly had stood too close to me. “Whoops sorry boy” he said as he took my hips in his hand and slowly pulled me up into him, chuckling “Daddy's got you, don't worry.”
      I laughed politely as I put on my jeans and t-shirt while he watched.  I shook his hand one last time as he looked at me fondly and he told me to head back down to begin work at 8:00.  “Go home, grab a shower and just come back in what you are wearing.  You don't need to put in any effort." 
      I thanked him again and headed back downstairs, and, in passing through the pub the guys at the counter asked how it went.  I confirmed I had a trial shift that night at 8:00. 
       “Oh lovely,” said the guy who had patted my bum.  “I'll look forward to seeing you then” he winked.
      I left and walked out the pub heading home to get ready for my first shift, with no clue as to how a simple bar job would bring even more change to my life. 

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