Open door sessions

[bethlehembottom]

On 1/21/2026 at 2:36 AM, NJCPig said:

I was playing with a pig bud in St Lewis. After we fucked around at his place for a while he slid a huge dildo into my hole. Within minutes I started to spin hard. A buddy of his who was still sober showed up. He herded me naked a tweaking out into his car. On the way my buddy put a few fresh shards on my dildo and shoved it back in. We pulled up to a railroad siding and they dog marched me naked and spun into an abandoned railway car. I was cuffed and spread between two stanchions. For the next several hours I was fingered, bred, force fed piss and cum, just fucking used in any way the guys coming in and out of the car wanted. I lost track of the fucking after 17, but I left plugged and full of cum. 
I only wish someone had filmed it

id love to do that with some full blown toxic AIDS pigs that is so fucking hot

[PhillPoz]

1 hour ago, bethlehembottom said:

id love to do that with some full blown toxic AIDS pigs that is so fucking hot

Will a full blown toxic AIDS pig would be so sweet.

[Olderkinkybiguy]

This question brought back some very fond memories from my earlier days when my bf and I were out of control sluts. 
 

I was in my mid 20’s or so, so this would put me back in the late 1980’s possibly early 90’s. My live in BF was hiv+, I was still negative. I never used protection when I fucked him, and the few times he did me. 
 

we would visit Orlando Florida which was about a 1.5 hour drive from the west coast of Florida. There was a gay hotel called the Parliament House; pretty sure that was its name. It was a typical style motel with balcony walkways in front of the doors. Some doors would be wide open with fags naked on the bed with their asses exposed and ready. Some would have tops sitting in a chair with lube, poppers, soldiers, owe whatnot on the bed ready for a willing bottom to walk in and assume the position. 
 

when he and I got a room, I don’t remember ever just leaving the door open. Typically one of us would be at the door selecting who could enter. If he was on the bed, I chose who was allowed to go in and leave their kids. If he was at the door, he knew my type and typically only allowed the younger college aged, sometimes younger, guys to enter the room to service me. Orlando back than had at least two colleges/ universities. 
 

in the summer time, if the room was cold from the A/C being on, the big windows would have condensation on the outside due to the humidity. It wasn’t uncommon for guys to be whipping away the water from the glass to peak inside. Very fond memories.