hi im z
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It's always been a fantasy of mine to be a sex slave for 2 bears, male and female, pleasing the male when she's tired, and vice versa. Slowly sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue. Once he's had enough of that, he rolls over onto his back, lifting me up as though I weighed nothing. Gently placing me on his cock, I guide him in, feeling him stretch me wide open. I moan with pleasure, feeling him fill me up. He growls softly, I feel it rumble deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down his body and through mine. He continues to lift me up and then pull me down. He's doing all the work for me, it feels so good, the warmth of the fur, his paws either side of my waist. He is in total control, I'm just nothing compared to his vast size and strength, but I have total trust in him, I know he won't hurt me. I feel the pace quicken, almost imperceptibly. I slowly stroke myself, feeling myself nearing the point of no return coming closer with every stroke. I can hear the growl getting louder now; he speeds up even more, forcing me further and further down onto his thick cock. If it wasn't for the fact I my body is releasing so many endorphines, I would probably be screaming in agony. Except I am panting and whining, just like a bitch, begging her mate to fill her up. His claws dig in deeper, the pain, its excsquisite. It sends me over the edge. My head goes back, I let out a short grunt, I feel my cock explode, covering his chest fur in my seed. I keep stroking, it looks as though I'm trying to rip my cock out. I let out another grunt, another torrent flows forth, then another and another. A drop lands on the beasts muzzle. He seems confused for a moment. That's what I think. He digs his paws in even harder now and slams me onto his cock, I feel his grumble turn into a roar. He's cumming, oh my god. I can feel in, filling me up. It's undescribable. He's mating with me, he's claimed me. I feel him slow, his cock still throbbing within me, it seems as though there's no more room for his cum. It's dripping out of me, onto his fur. I reach down, and then bring my hand up, tasting him. It's more than I ever expected. It's heaven.
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THE WAY I LOOK AT LIFE, WHEN U DIE, U SHOULD BE ABLE TO GO THE WAY U WANNA GO RIGHT???? WHO AGREES WITH ME. I WANT TO DIE OF A TOXIC POZ STRAIN AND CHEMS. JUST COME AND KNOCK ON MY FUCKIN DOOR I WILL BE HOME. I AM ALWAYS HOME. SLAM ME WITH UR DEATH BLOOD/TINA COMBO AND LEAVE OR STAY AND WATCH ME ACT ALL EVIL, AND PSYCHO AND SHIT. FUCK MY BRAINS OUT. I AM DEAD SERIOUS ABOUT ALL MY POSTS. I WANT TO DIE FROM A COMBO OF FULL BLOWN AIDS AND USING METH
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poz
Gay slang for "HIV positive". One's HIV status has become an odd sort of status symbol in the gay culture. A small but vocal minority of gay men argue that it is now necessary to become infected with the HIV virus in order to "fully experience" being gay. They advocate really risky sexual behavior in order to become HIV positive, and then you're supposed to feel this "oneness" with the large segment of gay men who're watching their immune systems crumble. Unless they can afford the really expensive drugs to hold off the virus.
shit's ridiculous
I NEED ALL POZ TOP OR VERS GUYS WHO LIVE IN THE DETROIT AREA TO COME TO JACKSON AND GIVE ME THEIR DEMON BLOOD. GUYS WITH STD'S JUMP TO THE FRONT OF THE LINE.GUYS WHO LOVE SLAMMIN' TINA WHO ARE WILLING TO SHARE ALSO COME AHEAD OF EVERYONE ELSE. KILL ME WITH UR BLOOD/TINA. MAKE THIS HOT BEAUTIFUL AIDS WHROE SELF DESTRUCT!!!!!!!!!!1 -
hi im z
Chapter 1
Story #1 - George
George sighed. The guys at the office were right. This was the life!
Out by yourself, roughing it. No deadlines, no traffic, no noise...
Speaking of which, what was that?! Get ahold of yourself, man, it was
probably a deer. He stirred the fire, uneasy. A nose sniffed the air.
Man! The owner of that nose growled, and padded towards the smell.
George squatted over a log. That was one of the few problems with
paradise, no toilets. No ass-wipe either. Oh, well, a few leaves , and
... Damn, now he had it all over his hands. He reached down to lift
his pants, then thought better of it. No, the creek was only a
half-dozen steps away. So, grab your pants with the clean hand, and
just trot yourself on down there.
Again the nose quivered. Yechhh! What a smell! He was going over to
Small-Water-Runs-Cold. Good! The feet moved faster. Damn, that water
was cold! George cleaned himself up as best he could. The full moon
made everything almost as bright as day. He waded out, and had no more
than stepped into his pants, then a mountain of fur materialized in
front of him. George let out a squeak, then tried to turn around, run,
and pull his pants up, all at the same time! He ended up with his butt
sticking in the air, his head and both legs tangled in his pants,
hands grasping ankles. George wanted to laugh. He was showing the
creature his best side! He looked at an up-side-down world. The
monster moved closer. A bear!
It stood for a moment, contemplating him. The beast placed a paw on
his back, and felt it for a moment. Then the paw slid down, and rubbed
his buttocks. George couldn't, for the life of him, understand what
the bear wanted. All that he could see was it's hairy legs. Suddenly,
the beast shifted it's weight, and George found himself lying in the
grass. A paw clamped onto his thigh. No, it couldn't be thinking
about...
He tried to scream through a mouthful of grass, as the bear, panting
in his ear, used it's massive weight to force an immense cock into his
ass. A leathery scrotum rubbed against his, while warm fur covered his
butt, as the creature buried it's shaft to the roots. George moaned.
He was going to be split in half, surely. Nice, warm, and tight! The
bear shifted, stroking the man's ballsac with his own, as he ground
his furry belly into the male's hips, thoroughly enjoying himself. The
bear grunted, and lapped at George's ears, as he tried a short stroke,
and anus muscles involuntarily wrapped around his dick, squeezing it.
He waited a moment, enjoying the sensation, then gave a few tentative
humps. Finally, the beast couldn't stand it any longer, and rotating
it's hips, pulling about half of it's nine inch cock out, then
savagely thrust in to the roots, and proceeded to hammer the man's
tight ass with long, powerful strokes.
The bear repeatedly rammed in to the hilt, then pulled out until just
the bulbous head was left inside, holding George's anus open, for the
next lunge. It roared, engulfed by lust, and the feel of the man-ass.
George almost passed out. The multiple shocks of the bear suddenly
appearing, his savagely being buggered by the same creature, and the
worst shock of all, the pleasure that wouldn't go away, and in fact
was growing with each thrust, probably saved his life, for even though
the creature curved a paw around his stiffening penis, jerking him off
in time to it's thrusts, and it nibbled gently on an earlobe, these
were done only to heighten it's pleasure, not his. It was only
interested in getting it's rocks off, and didn't care if George liked
it, wanted it, or even if he was alive, just as long as there was
tight orifice to shove it's cock through.
Also the shock kept him from tightening his ass up, against the
gigantic fleshy drill, that reamed his nether end. As it was, it was
almost too big, and he would not be able to sit down for weeks
afterward. Not that the bear cared. It was using all of it's weight,
and powerful leg muscles to piston it's mammoth cock in-and-out of
that rearward entrance with lengthy thrusts, it's leathery ballsac
slid across George's, increasing the intense feelings of pleasure for
both of them. George found himself shoving back, trying to keep the
horse-cock in just one second longer, enjoying the feeling of his
balls sliding across the bears. He shook his head. This was
impossible!
But his body was betraying him. Pleasure was pleasure, and whether he
was thrusting, or being thrust into, the lust was the same. In fact,
the combination of someone panting in his ear, one paw stroking his
penis, the other roving over his body, combined with that gigantic
cock massaging his prostrate, and the stimulation of all those hairs
prickling his ass, every time the creature plunged in to the hilt, he
was damn near sensory overloaded.
As it was his pleasure threshold was so high, that when he finally did
cum, he had four orgasms, before he even ejaculated. The bear could
feel his dick throb, and knew that the man was about to spill his
seed, but didn't care. He was about to finish mating himself. The male
let out a squawk, startling the beast, who stopped humping for a
moment. That was all it took for the cock in his tight paw to spurt
warm ejaculate all over his fur-covered appendage. The bear roared, as
the anus in which he was firmly, and deeply entrenched, literally
sucked, squeezed, and milked the cum out of his balls.
Finally, the gusher becoming a trickle, the bear fell on it's side,
dragging George with him. For more than a few moments, they both lat
there panting. Then the beast lifted it's cum-covered paw up to it's
mouth, and cleaned it off. The creature found it liked the salty,
starchy taste, and after it was done with it's paw, it uncoupled from
George with a wet pop, and rolling him onto his back, lapped every bit
of ejaculate from George's body, and limp dick. It then went over to
the stream, and got a drink, then padded off, while George passed into
the type of sleep reserved for those who have been well-screwed.
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QUOTE (dan @ Oct 22 2007, 04:26 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>And on that note, the FD forums were renamed to 4chan.
-dan
more like 4bidden donut amirite -
You are sick.
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QUOTE (z @ Oct 22 2007, 04:27 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>more like 4bidden donut amirite
Yeah, you're right.
-dan -
COPYPASTA.
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