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Classmate from seventh grade. Probably around 11 (late birthday so I was always younger than my classmates). His name was Max and he initiated everything we did. I was a complete ignoramus and quite a prude as well. Started out as Truth or Dare game. Not that we had any Truths to tell! So it was all Dares. the first few times we sucked each other there was no cum involved. Maybe we jacked off but I don’t recall. What I do recall, quite clearly, is that Max told me that if the guy sucking relaxes his throat the dick can do deeper. I took to it like a fish in water but he never came. Then one day he was sucking me and I tapped the back of his head. That was our signal for ‘relax your throat and go down.’ I tapped and he went down. felt so amazing that I took both my hands, laced my fingers together across the back of his skull and held him there. As soon as his air supply gave out he tried to pull away but there was no way I was giving up the feeling! I found that when I pushed him down my dick went even further down his throat! Who would willingly end that feeling? Not me! Max struggled to pull away and I kept him in place with my dick in his throat. I swear to you when I shot my load I actually did see fireworks! I released him and he came up coughing and sputtering and gasping for breath. But there was no cum. I had literally shot my load directly into his throat. There was no need to swallow! Direct deposit! ah, good times!

Chapter 9: The Go-Ahead Guys This time when Thor awoke, it was to the realization that the week was ending, and with it the non-stop marathon of wild sexual adventures. But he wasn’t coming away empty-handed. He had his hot memories, a collection of new contact names and numbers in his phone, and the certain knowledge that his name and number were similarly lodged in a whole range of phones of the men he’d met, chatted with, eaten with, and (most of all) fucked with. Even better, he had a couple of decent-sized bottles each of the magical calm-your-ass lotion and the equally mysterious but effective herbal seasoning to be added into almost any kind of food, soup, or sauce. More important still, although he didn’t clearly understand the distinction yet, was the small sack now filled up to bursting with the tip tokens. He knew that one of his morning tasks was to visit the cashier and get those “exchanged,” whatever that might entail. When he tried asking Lars, his mentor’s reply simply urged him to have patience, and all would be revealed in due time. Just as unhelpful as ever, he grumbled to himself – and then laughed out loud at his own petulance. If he hadn’t learned the first lesson of patience yet, then the week was indeed a waste of time, and he knew that perfectly well as soon as he stopped to think it through. After breakfast, which featured made-to-order eggs benedict and French crepes for the last day, Thor went back to the suite and collected his tokens, and then headed down to the cashier’s office, set up in a private room near the exit. Several of the apprentices were already there ahead of him, champing at the bit as they had to leave in good time for their flights. Lars and Thor didn’t have to go until 2:00 in the afternoon, so he deferred to a couple of fellows who had to get out sooner. At last he got in. He emptied his bag onto the desk, and the cashier quickly sorted the tokens by face currency before entering the amounts into his computer. As he did so, he explained that there was also a sum of credit already in place from members who had simply told him to “put a tip of $xxx.xx or €xxx.xx” onto Thor’s account. Once all the numbers were in, he selected “Norwegian Krone NOK” and clicked the “Calculate” button on his software. In moments, the printer slid out a sheet of paper: NOK 1,556,000.00 Thor had trouble suppressing a gasp. That amount was easily equivalent to his entire salary for more than two solid years on his job. And he’d earned it all just by fucking around for a week. He shook his head in disbelief. The cashier didn’t bat an eye. He’d seen many bright-eyed, bushy-tailed youngsters like Thor exhibit the exact same reaction over the years when they saw their printouts. He proceeded to explain to Thor, in dry-as-dust financial language which concealed more than it revealed, that Thor would be receiving detailed instructions on how to access his funds within a couple of weeks after he got home, and that those instructions would be delivered to him in person by Lars. One thing Thor could guess right away – there had to be some significant behind-the-scenes tricks being played to disguise the source of such a sizable amount. Normally, international transactions of that scale would trigger the red flashing alarm lights in any developed country for investigation into corruption, crime, drugs, or other kinds of smuggling. But Thor had already figured out that the coterie of immensely wealthy men from all regions of the planet who formed the Christmas Club already knew exactly how to bend the laws and rules in every country to suit their needs and wishes. He wasn’t wrong in thinking that. The whole trip then unravelled in reverse at high speed – the helicopter ride to Barbados, the first class seats on the flight to London, the connecting flight to Norway, and finally back in a penthouse suite in the same hotel in Oslo where he and Lars had first connected. One more deluxe dinner, one more long evening of fucking, with Thor and Lars taking turns to breed each other, and it was all over. But of course it wasn’t really over. Lars proved it with his final words the next day. “I’ll be in touch in a couple of weeks once your arrangement is finalized. Then you can begin.” With that, he vanished into airport security on his way to Dubai (doesn’t he ever stop zipping around?) and then Thor was left to ponder what it was that he was beginning. He thought hard, as well as chatting online with Farouk and Kristian. The three of them then held a streamed meeting, pooling and evaluating their ideas. Before long, they put it together with a comment that Lars had made to Thor (“I may see you in October in time for the fall meeting – it’s in Bora Bora this year”) and came to the conclusion that their task was to increase the size of their holdings, as much as possible, and that the unknown banker geniuses behind the Christmas Club would be monitoring their progress. “After all,” Kristian said, “it’s a club of financial giants so it makes sense that they’d want us to come up to a certain benchmark in our financial stature before they’d admit us as full members.” To this, the others agreed – it really did seem like the most logical conclusion. Their results would determine if they got invited back. Kristian already had an idea connected with the travel industry, where he was working as a consultant anyway, to offer a concierge-type travel arrangement and assistance service personalized to the needs of the individual customer. Thor and Farouk decided to become business partners on an international financial consultancy with Thor able to work freely within the European Union while Farouk could readily access the wealthy oil states around the Gulf region. It was Farouk who pointed out that individuals in those regions were constantly on the lookout for more wormholes to diversify and better conceal the scale of their holdings. The two of them planned that their marketing pitch would be done on an individual basis, discreetly emphasizing the quality of their individualized service. In the spirit of giving each other a head start in the race to success, Kristian made use of Thor & Farouk to carry some invested income for him, while they in turn worked through Kristian for all their travel arrangements going forward. How individualized was it likely to get? Once they got moving, it took no time at all for Farouk to get involved with providing in-person services to clients. Thor took a bit longer to get that side of the business working for him, but in due course he too was getting laid. The Christmas Club, it turned out, was just the tip of the iceberg, the highest of the high end for wealthy men who were overtly gay. But there were many more prospects out there hiding in the bushes and closets: men who were gay on the down low, or bi, or just curious, or shut out by their wives for fooling around, or left hanging by their mistresses because it was “that time of the month.” A good example came when Farouk met with a wealthy owner of significant real estate, known only by the code name of “Talal”. The man was a member of one of the Gulf’s royal families, but a distant member, and he took good care to stay out of the headlines. Farouk came to his penthouse, overlooking the sea in Alexandria, and stayed for a week. Like many of his clients, this man turned out to be a total bottom, who loved having handsome young men with hard bodies and big dicks dominating and using him. Farouk was his man, without question. Right on the first night, he fucked “Talal” and filled his hole three times. This sex play continued for the next week, always along predictable lines, as “Talal” didn’t want to face Farouk during their encounters. That felt too much like being equals and this man took total satisfaction from being degraded and treated as a mere underling, even though he was wealthy enough to buy Farouk several thousand times over. Farouk found it a simple matter to keep rising to the occasion, to continue standing and delivering on such a regular basis, since he carried a small flask of the herbal mixture with him and added some to his food each morning as he took breakfast in the lounge while “Talal” worked in his office. It never failed. He also developed considerable skill in using a line of degrading talk on “Talal” while he was fucking the man’s hole. Farouk quickly learned how to park his own truly degrading personal experience and cater instead to a fantasy of degradation, which was what his client really wanted. The bonus here was that he could talk dirty in English or Arabic with equal fluency. The stream of insults that he let fly as he plowed into “Talal” with his hard cock were just what the doctor ordered but would have made his prim and proper uncle Abdul blush. Or perhaps not, Farouk thought to himself with a wry grin. Thor had a similar experience with Filippo, an Italian industrialist and investor. However, Filippo loved to switch up every night, so Thor’s ten days with him were marked by an unending series of orgasms, either inside Filippo, or all over Filippo while Filippo was cumming inside him. The dirty talk in this case was the responsibility of whichever one of them was on the bottom at the given moment, and Thor found that he was learning a whole new vocabulary of mixed Mediterranean slang. He kept using the food supplement and the special soothing lotion with equal frequency, but he was a bit startled by Filippo’s ability to keep matching him, load for load, and fuck for fuck. Weeks later, he would quietly ask Lars if Filippo had also been an apprentice of the Christmas Club. In reply he would get the usual “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” speech – but accompanied by an exaggerated naughty wink and a grin. Thor and Farouk soon found that their financial acumen was landing big results for their clients, while their other skills were producing even bigger results for themselves. Between consulting fees and other unspecified “service charges”, their extra-private accounts were growing at a notable pace. At the end of June, the partners met in person for the first time since Christmas week, taking four days for a private little mini-vacation by the Red Sea. They wanted to compare their results, create an updated “Client Reviews” summary for marketing, and to have some “personal consultations” of their own as well. They spent several hours on the afternoon of arrival going over their respective results from the first half year of their work. The best news from the client review was the realization that they were already getting something like two-thirds of their service requests as a result of referrals from satisfied customers. Their new business was off to a roaring start, because of the discreet nature of their work certainly, but also without a doubt due to the quality and frequency of their additional services. Going forward, they worked out a list of likely prospects in areas they hadn’t covered yet, including several in Latin America. Thor already had a bit of Spanish and knew that he could learn more quickly enough – he’d always been a quick study for languages in school. At about four o’clock, Farouk called a halt. He stood up, yawned and stretched. Thor followed suit, finding that a good stretch was definitely in order after staying hunched over their laptops for so long. Farouk crossed the suite into the bedroom, and came back a moment later, holding a small bag. “I’ve got a little present for you, from Abdul.” Thor took the bag, opened the sealed top, and pulled out two additional bottles of the food seasoning and two of the soothing lotion. Thor grinned at the sight, and Farouk went on, with a wickedly perfect imitation of his uncle’s cultivated Oxbridge accent: “I thought you might find some extra supplies useful in your work.” Then he reached down, giving Thor’s bulge an obvious squeeze. Thor laughed outright as Farouk grinned and began lifting off his shirt. Thor followed his example and then they locked up in a tight embrace, rubbing the stuffed pouches of their swimsuits up and down against each other. Stuffed quickly became overstuffed, not to say totally inadequate. The head of Farouk’s long tool was already past the waistband and still growing, and Thor’s manhood wasn’t far behind. Thor mumbled something about going for a swim later, and Farouk assented with a nod, then the swimsuits hit the floor, and the cocks hit their respective owners’ abs. For the first time among their previous encounters, Farouk made it plain that he expected Thor to take the lead. He pulled away from the kiss, knelt down, and began to deep-throat Thor’s dick. At the same time, he reached back with one hand and started fingering his ass, bringing the finger back up to wet it in his mouth, and then reaching back again to slide it into his ass. A second finger worked its way in alongside the first. At the same time, Farouk was sucking Thor’s dick right down to the root, moaning aloud as he worked his own hole at the same time. He left no doubt that he expected Thor’s erect tool to follow the lead his own fingers were pointing out. And Thor was in no mood to wait any longer. He dug his hands into Farouk’s armpits, pulled him to his feet, spun him around, and pushed him face-down across the bed. Before he’d even landed completely, Thor was leaping on top of him like a striking leopard, landing across Farouk’s quivering back muscles as his dick pushed its way right into Farouk’s asscrack. “God, that feels good!” “Fuck, yeah, Thor. Get that big club into me. Fucking fill me up!” Thor had just time for one mental reflection – he’s taking it now like he’s been a butt slut all his life – and then his cock was buried all the way to the hilt inside Farouk’s clinging hole. Farouk moaned aloud again, and Thor began pumping. “Come on, Thor, fuck me like you mean it!” Thor ratcheted up the speed of his assault, slamming down hard onto Farouk’s ass cheeks and inside his hole. And Farouk, no longer the shrinking violet afraid to take cock into his body, was egging Thor on with a steady stream of xxx-rated talk. “Fuck, Thor, that feels so… fuck, man, give it to me harder. Harder, dammit! Use that hole hard, man, make me your slut!” “Can’t take much more… gonna cum soon…” “Yeah, do it. Give me all that seed, deep in my hole. Fucking breed me, Thor!” Thor gave a couple more grunts and gasps and then slammed all the way in and let his cock explode deep inside his friend’s manhole. Then he collapsed across Farouk’s back, snatching great lungfuls of air from the intensity of their coupling. He could feel his seed slowly oozing out around his cock as Farouk’s ass kept twitching and squeezing. “Damn, that was good, Thor.” “You’re a changed man, Farouk, since the last time I saw you in person. You’ve been busy.” He could feel Farouk’s body quivering under him as Farouk laughed. “Had some hot dates, right? Anyone I know?” Farouk rolled out from under him and twisted over, grinning up at him. “Two someones you know, actually.” Thor laughed. “Ramon and Raul?” Farouk replied with an unmistakable grin. “Well, they could certainly kill the rest of your inhibitions.” “We spent an evening and a night together at the Christmas gathering and then had a follow-up weekend date a few weeks ago.” “Brave man. One session with those two was all I could handle. And with that, Mr. I’m-ready-for-a-relationship flung his old identity to the winds.” Farouk laughed again. “Well, not entirely.” With a pounce as quick as Thor’s had been not long before, Farouk leaped onto Thor, rolled him onto his back, grabbed his legs and pulled them up, and then buried his face into Thor’s hole, grunting with pleasure as soon as he realized that Thor was all lubed up. “Don’t waste your time, Farouk. Get it right into me now.” In moments, Farouk had worked the head of his fuck stick into Thor’s ass, and then leaned harder, forcing it all the way down and in. Thor gave a hissing gasp of pleasure-pain, but he didn’t try to escape. His hands grabbed Farouk’s hips, forcing that big club farther down and into his gut. Farouk came right down on top of Thor, letting Thor’s arms wrap around him as he began kissing and tonguing Thor’s mouth. His hips began rising and falling in a steady tattoo of smacks as he humped the ass under him, fucking Thor at ramming speed. Thor kept groaning and gasping as he worked his hole on Farouk’s tool, grabbing all over Farouk’s body to encourage him to keep going, to fuck his ass, to breed him. Farouk, though, was taking his time. Even though he was pounding hard and deep, he’d already cum once and was in no hurry to get there again. That was fine with Thor, too. It had been quite a while since he’d gotten worked over so thoroughly, and he had been missing the sensation of a big cock stretching him open, using and abusing him.ishh In time, though, it had to happen. Farouk could feel the sperm mounting up in his cock and he grunted, “Getting close….” “Do it, Farouk!” “Gonna cream your hole….” “Fuck, yeah! Fuck me… breed me….” Farouk’s face screwed up tight as he pounded out the last few strokes. His mouth flew open, but no sound came for a moment. Then he let out a roar as his tool convulsed, shooting a massive jet of hot cum into Thor’s quivering guts. Thor yanked his cock a few more times and then exploded all over his own body as Farouk kept slam-fucking his ass, still spurting inside him. At last they collapsed across the bed. Their gasping breaths gradually evolved into the contented sighs of two men in the aftermath of total satisfaction. At last, Farouk let his cock slide out of Thor’s ass, then he stood up, pulled his friend to his feet, and the two of them headed for the shower to clean off. Then they pulled their swimsuits back on, dashed outside, and leaped off the balcony into the ocean for a relaxing swim, gleefully splashing and ducking each other like a couple of school boys on a break week. As they dried off and got dressed for dinner, Farouk said, “Before we go to bed tonight, we’re going for another swim. I’ve got something to show you.” Over dinner, they spoke no more of business, sharing news of where they’d gone and what they’d done since Christmas, and spicing it up with bits of gossip about one or another of the partners in the Christmas Club that they’d picked up during their travels. Neither of them noticed the older couple sitting at a secluded table on the end of the balcony, although they certainly could and should have recognized the Club Governor and his executive assistant. After a long and leisurely meal of world-class seafood, they returned to their suite and undressed, then pulled on swimsuits again – “the darkest one you have with you,” Farouk cautioned. Then they went outside, basking in the comforting warmth of a tropical night. The lights around the resort were shaded, the stars gleamed brightly overhead, while a slight glow down on the eastern horizon over the sea indicated where the moon would soon rise. Thor was gearing up for another flying leap into the water, but Farouk stopped him with an extended hand and a quiet murmured “not yet.” He switched on an electronic device he was carrying and started sweeping it in slow curves from side to side, aiming down at the water. “Motion sensor,” Farouk said in quiet tones. When he was satisfied that there were no alpha predators lurking nearby, he picked up a plastic cup on the table and tossed it lightly into the water. At once there was an explosion of light, a myriad tiny little points of fire sparkling in the ripples of the water, spreading out around the cup. Thor gasped in amazement. “Fluorescent plankton,” Farouk explained. “Okay, down we go, but move slowly and gently in the water.” He led the way down the ladder, stepping off into the ocean. As Farouk drifted on his back, Thor stared down in amazement, seeing his friend’s body outlined by thousands – millions – of tiny sparkling pinpoints of magic. He followed down the ladder, looking down at his feet and legs as the lights again flashed into being all around him. They lay on their backs for several minutes, staring up at the stars above them while their every movement set the ocean alight, a cool fire surrounding and enveloping them. Too soon, Farouk had to break the magical spell. “The fish are all moving away. We should get out.” He led the way back up the ladder, then picked up his motion sensor again – and it quickly detected a sizable shadow in the water which hadn’t been there before. “Sharks – they come out at night to feed. The smaller ones are harmless, placid creatures, but bigger predatory sharks can turn up on occasion too.” As he spoke, they heard a slap on the water, some distance out. “Something’s escaping,” Farouk said, and he grasped his towel and led the way inside. “That was incredible. What an amazing experience! Thank you, Farouk.” Thor drew Farouk close to him and kissed him. For the first time ever, it was a kiss born not out of sexual passion but out of simple gratitude for a memory of a lifetime. And indeed, it was a memory that Thor would share with friends and family over and over again, a moment that always floated to the top of his mind year in and year out. For once, they felt no need of sex at bedtime, curling up contentedly together in bed, filled with the serene peace of an unforgettable evening.

A guy cannot be too much of a slut or cumdump. My only top instinct involves sticking my dick in a loose, cum filled hole. I do my best to be that cumdump too.

Id love to be popped up and fucked 💋

Nothing better than giving up your hole

My belly 💧💋💧

Club 541 is always great, but they have limited hours. CCBC is good, but is not quite as good as 541 but is always open for day passes. The other one you could try is Casa Oliver, formerly All Worlds Annex and it looks like they are trying to attract the now closed Canyon Club clientele as well, so there is likely to be fun had there. I went to both 541 and CCBC last week and had a great time.

Thanks bro, but I think I should have posted this one instead, like it better. A lot of hot Tops you and I could share. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/62-doggy-style-2-0-xhWmrCu

Topped by Legrand Wolf, Rocco Steele. Versatile with Max Bourne.

No space between the first and last names - NoahPartic With a space it leads to a sketchy looking group.

Which one is that?

My first fist was my own around 15 😅 Took someone else's when I was 19 though and havent turned back since

I recently met a guy in a bathroom stall and we fucked for about 10 minutes when he pulled out I asked him if he came and he said no, so I went about my day. About three hours later, my stomach was kind of gurgling and I let out a fart and I thought I shit my pants only to see a huge load in my underwear. I sent him a picture of it and said I thought you didn’t come and he said how long was my poz load in you bitch reading that made me come right there on the spot

Yeah it's a lot harder to setup then I ever coulda imagined. Usually I'll get a request for one on one but I would ideally have 3-4 horny aggressive guys. I wanna find myself laying on the living room floor in the middle of the night exhausted, and drooling cum with guys sitting on the furniture. I hear one get up walking towards me stroking his cock and I desperately try to crawl away. He grabs my ankle pulling me towards him and asks where I'm going while the others laugh. My pleads for a break ignored as he slides in and starts thrusting. I take it while watching the others starting to stroke their preparing for their next round as well.

Jackpot 💧

8, and he was 13, after church on Sundays while our parents did Bible study and hungvout till evening service started up, because he threatened to beat me up if I didn't, and would beat me up if I told. After church on Sunday morning he'd run to my dad and ask if we were coming to their house, my dad would say yes and he'd look at me and smile, I knew he was gonna feed me.

Let's be clear, being fucked with a condom is an act of pure withholding. The whole reason for a condom fuck is to prevent his bare throbbing dick and load from touching you. A man using a condom has no intent to breed you. Absent his clear intent to breed you, how can one say you took his load? You took his condom, that's all. It might be mechanistic, but I think men who use condoms only fuck condoms. It's the condoms that fuck your hole. If a man fucked you with a condom, then removed the condom and poured his seed into your open hole himself, I think there's some intent to have his cum inside you. A man who fucks and breeds a condom, with you around the condom, and then discards the condom has abandoned his load. The bottom picking the condom up and fingering or pouring some of the abandoned seed inside his hole hasn't been bred by the man who made it. I think "artificial insemination" is a very close to the truth for this scenario. Absent *his* intent, *his* action putting his load inside you, my view is you didn't get his load. [P.s. If a top has you suck his bare dick and swallow his precum, but then only fucks you with a condom (because STIs), that's illogical *and* withholding.]