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I was craving some action yesterday. It had been awhile since I've gotten some cock and cum. I have been caged for a week and was beyond horny. Still am. 😉 I cleaned out and made my way to an adult video store that is usually good for some action. Parking lot was full, so I was getting excited walking to the door. Picked my movie and went to check the rooms. Found one between 2 closed doors and made my way in. As luck would have it, the occupants on both sides were also bottoms. My locked cock is useless for them, so I went across the hall to a room with 2 gloryholes either side. The full parking lot was a mirage though, as most rooms were empty, including the 2 attached to my room. But as a good slut, I know to wait it out. My patience paid off, as about 20 mins later someone came in one of the rooms. He wasn't wasting any time, and immediately put his rock hard cock through the hole for me. It was a great cock, not huge, not crazy thick, but super hard and silky smooth. The gloryholes in this place are actually huge, like full cut outs in the walls. I dropped to my knees and gobbled him up, he was horny and grabbed my head to force that cock in deep. It was amazing to be gagging on his cock. I was getting him slobbery and wet, hoping he would want my ass too. And that he did. After maybe 5 mins he pulled back and signalled me to stand up. He grabbed my hips and turned me around and went right for my hole. I applied a small squirt of lube to my hole to assist, and he pushed right in balls deep. Fuck it was amazing and just what I needed. He pounded deep and hard for a few mins, but wanted more and asked to come in my room. The first words spoken. I quickly agreed, my door was already ajar. I moved the chair and bent over it waiting for him ass up. He came in and before he thrust back into me, he wiped the lube off my hole so it was dry, which I thought was weird at first. He then buried himself back in me hard. Thankfully the lube and his pre-cum were already inside me, and slid right in my silky hole perfectly. He fucked me deep and slow. It actually felt amazing and I loved that he wiped my hole dry first. He reached around me and felt my cage for the first time. He was fumbling with it, but when he realized what it was, I think it turned him on even more. My cock was dripping like crazy, I was a leaking mess. He started pounding me hard and fast. After only a few mins he buried himself deep and unloaded. I love feeling a cock pulse inside me. It puts me in slut heaven every time. He pulled out, wiped his cock off, said thanks and left. I think it was a total of 15 mins or so from the time he came into the store to when he was breeding my hole. Fuckin perfect!! I stayed for another 30 mins or so with my hole full of cum, but no one else came. Kept that load in me and drove home. But now I'm horny for more........back to the vid store or maybe a bath house in Toronto tonight!!!

No problem to fuck and cum or get fucked and breeded if all is done raw.

I have never used Tina, but I came very close to doing so once and regret not going ahead with it. Im looking for stories which I can fantasize about. At this stage im not going to try it, but I love hot stories which most vividly describe the experiences I missed. If you have nominees for stories like that, id be most appreciative. Pozzing stories are great. I really want the best description of what it felt like with the first hit, and repeated hits, the first time and the rest of the next 24 hours.

So I do meet with a group of married guys. Funny was in the beginning I had to bring my recent hiv/std test results before I can even go to their meetings. But these married guys seem to be kinky and sometimes rough as fuck. They do love a spun bottom. When I get there I strip and the host will take my clothes and phone and pit it away. Sucks no pics allowed. Going we all are neg every one seems to go wild. I bet their wife's are boring in bed!

I'l stick with 18, even that age makes me question my decision. I am not really comfortable having sex with someone who could be my son, but I have had sex with plenty of guys in their 20s who were hot and experienced. I still think guys 30 to 55 are optimal. They are experienced, and they usually know what they want and how to go about doing it. Of course, there are exceptions, but I would take an experienced 40 year old guy any day over a 20 year old who doesn't know what the hell he is doing. That's just my view .....

13yo is good for me, I was so horny and had my cock sucked off alot by men in thier 40's

I have the same problem. I really only like topping women and small, smooth twinks. I run into lots of older, very masculine men who swear they want to top me and then start insisting I top them when I’ve made it clear I’m not interested. Super frustrating.

I love getting rimmed. It gets my hole ready for the hot dick that's about to penetrate me. Getting rimmed gets me horny for the dick to breed my hole.

Being rimmed as a bottom allows me the time to properly prepare myself mentally to offer my submission to my top. As a top, communicating with each touch and probe of my tongue that I am now claiming your ass as my property, and that I’m about to rock your world. This can be an intensely intimate and dominating experience. This level of communication and intent deepens the connection and serve to heighten the pleasure for both parties involved

Although you probably already went and left, I am replying for others that may want some info: XXL Club: Biggest sex club in Lisbon, two floors, plenty of room, sling, one private cabin, dark area, bar, mixed crowd. No idea how is during the week but Fridays and Saturday nights are great. For sure will breed and get bred there. Drako Club: Smaller than XXL with sometimes can be nicer. Dresscode is underwear or naked (but Thursday nights is always naked). Mixed crowd, nice bar. No private area so not for the shy, but there is a dark room also with a pissing area if that is your thing. Thursday night to Saturday nights are great, not sure of the other days. Trombetas: Sauna. Many private cabins, dark room, bar, jacuzzi, labyrint, cinema room. Wednesday it is naked night. Is crowded on weekends but sometimes too crowded means people are too picky and end up that nothing happens. Also sometimes a younger crown that seems to prefer to chat and socialize than to fuck. But still a good time.

I'm assuming that when he said "It's done" that he ensured the bottom would convert by giving him a blood slam... or will he make the young man another offer of sex for money that he will find difficult to refuse? I hope it doesn't end here as the story line was excellent and very well written.

It is a pity because the guy was a good writer but he did get WAY too enthusiastic in that last part. There is going up to the line of what is OK and then there is smashing straight through it. He did the latter so I absolutely understand it being removed. Austin is right - its a shame his talent couldn't be reined in. From writing elsewhere I know some of the fun is writing 'to a brief'. Getting your message across in a more subtle way can sometimes end up being even hotter to write and (hopefully) read.

Intermission #1: A Casual Affair Trevor and Elias’ apartment. Bedroom. 0400 MST. 31-Oct-20XX The sensation of oppressive downward pressure while floating in a state of pure darkness was all Elias could remember as he woke, taking several seconds for him to remember where he was. Elias woke from slumber, and raised his head. All the lights in the bedroom were still on. They stung his eyes more than normal, and he had no memory of having gone to sleep. His head felt woozy and stuffy, and his entire body felt slick with sweat. Elias rolled over on to his back, and stared at the ceiling, unsure if he had been sleeping or if he had only just got on to his bed. Trevor still wasn’t home yet, so the latter was totally possible. Elias blinked slowly, and turned his head to the right to look at the clock. Just after four…he thought. Time for a workout before he gets home. It was his normal habit to rise early and put in a couple hours at the gym. Pushing himself up from the cozy bed felt like an immense slog, but discipline won out, and Elias was back to standing before he knew it. His balance felt off, and everything felt like it was stuck in slow-motion. His vision was somewhat blurred, as if in a perpetual dream sequence. His joints felt stiff, and he felt dehydrated. Elias became aware of a warming sensation throughout the body as he slowly came to life. Must be wiped from last night’s craziness. Elias went into the adjoining bathroom, and pissed a hard yellow stream into the porcelain bowl. Even in his foggy state, the scent smelled odd. Familiar, but not the familiar scent of urine. As the voiding of his bladder concluded, he looked down at the piss in the bowl, and caught sight of his own penis. It seemed somehow larger and longer than he was used to, but a new wave of dizziness caused him to give very little thought to it. He washed his hands and face in the sink, and looked into the mirror as he finished. Something caught his attention. Looking closer in the mirror, he was shocked to see his pupils blown wide open, his normally blue eyes looking strange with barely a ring of color around them. His skin had taken on an almost feverish sheen, looking pale where his skin normally had a healthy tan look. He could almost make out the veins in his face, looking black for a few seconds. Blinking hard, the vision of his veins disappeared. Cupping his hands under the faucet, he took several greedy gulps of cold water, feeling immediate relief as the liquid trickled down his throat. Returning to the bedroom, Elias gently shook out his limbs. He felt a little more human, but something was definitely different. He dressed in loose gym clothes, popped his running shoes on, and grabbed his gym bag from the closet. Going out to the front room, he suddenly recalled that he wasn’t alone in the apartment. Shit, Tex … Tex is still here. Barely moved an inch, Tex was still passed out in the position where Elias had left him just hours before. Tex snored lightly, and Elias took extra care to not disturb him as he sneaked out of the apartment and down to the first floor entrance. Taking a familiar right turn, Elias slowly walked down the street, glad that autumn was finally here, and with it the colder nights. The low steady hum of the city met his ears, almost deafening compared to normal. Rubbing his hand on his neck, he tried to let the tension in his body relax. After a short walk down the block, he crossed the street and was met with the harsh glow of the 24 hour gym. Coming to the gym at this hour had one specific benefit: it was largely deserted. Night-shift workers and insomniacs were the usual crowd. And popular equipment was always available, which made finishing a little faster than it would be in the daytime. However, this morning’s crowd was sparser than normal: maybe three or four people plus the attendant. — House of Gains gym. 0415 MST, 31-Oct-20XX. One of these sunrise gym bunnies was a man named Spencer. At thirty-two, Spencer cut an impressive figure: five foot ten, close cropped hair, a chiseled face that commanded attention from both sexes, frigid ice blue eyes, and a muscularity seldom seen outside the world of professional bodybuilders. His striated shoulders sat atop a wide barn door of a back that tapered down to a narrow waist, forming a perfect V-shape. His arms were thickly corded, and his pecs looked like they might need a training bra. His belly was slightly distended from use of growth hormone, and bore the recognizable tortoise-shell definition. Each thigh looked like it had swallowed a watermelon, and was covered in a roadmap of veins. And between these massive tree trunks swung a girthy 8-inch dick. Physically Spencer had hit the genetic jackpot, but all the ladies were disappointed when they discovered that he was more interested in men who looked like himself. Yet he was always single, and was nowhere to be found in darkrooms or bathhouses. Sexual randomness wasn’t his scene, and if he ever got laid, he didn’t kiss and tell. Spencer was more in love with himself, yet his standards were so high that he found himself sexually frustrated. He made his living as a gogo dancer, and used his adonis body to its full advantage. After dancing all night, he’d pop into the gym where no one would bother or ogle him, and he could sleep the morning away when he left. He came out at a young age and devoted himself entirely to developing his figure, and it had yet to pay off in the way he desired. Higher education didn't work out, and he worked in a wide variety of fields, never quite finding where he belonged. Sex work happened to be lucrative, but the current situation couldn't continue indefinitely. Dating yielded no one that maintained his interest. Spencer’s masturbatory fantasies involved his growing to unnatural monstrous proportions, with endless and mindless fucking of men who looked like him, and an as-yet unnamed hunger for something twisted and dark. He couldn’t quite identify it, and expected he might go his whole life without finding the right word for the desire. — Elias observed him from across the gym. Spencer wasn’t that hard to miss. On this morning, he wore a stringer that looked like it had been slashed with a sharp knife multiple times. Threadbare and designed to show as much beef as possible without being totally naked, the letters on the front were bold enough to be read. ‘TOXIC AF’ with a large (but faded) biohazard symbol stamped on the back. Elias started getting hard at the sight of him, and his tongue licked his upper lip in sudden hunger. There’s a new face. My God, that dude’s a monster. Then he shuddered at the thought of the word ‘monster’ as a memory of last night flashed across his eyes. The sight of Gravestone almost flying backwards as he was struck by the impossibly strong smiler caused Elias to wince in sympathetic pain. Damn, and we just left him there. He felt a sharp stab of guilt in his heart, but another thought intruded. That’s not your focus. Go get the meat before you. Shaking his head, Elias gave little attention to the strange thought that had popped into his head, both sounding and not sounding like his own internal voice. He started to walk in Spencer’s direction, but stopped after a few steps. He realised what he was doing, and remembered Trevor. “I’m not a cheater,” he said aloud without meaning to speak at all. His own voice sounded strange on his ears, and believing it to be morning phlegm, he looked about for the nearest water fountain. Elias spotted one on a wall just a few feet to his right, and moving around the gym equipment, he came to the fountain. Gratefully pressing the large lever, he bent down and drank from the spout. The water tasted cold and metallic, and in a moment, he was refreshed. Turning around, he wiped his mouth with a hand, and took in the room from this spot. Spencer was now by the free weights, and pumping out a set of dumbbell shrugs. Elias slowly moved closer to get a better look. As Spencer’s reflection came into focus, Elias remembered seeing this guy before. Oh yeah, he’s a gogo dancer at InfraRed. I’ve seen him. Not a drop of ink in his skin. If I were a bit more shallow and still single, I’d go after him. He must be drowning in boy pussy. Never even seen him bat an eye at any of the guys at the nightclub. Well… I can at least be friendly. Elias twisted the wedding band on his finger to remind himself of his commitment, and walked in Spencer’s direction. The larger man’s eyes shifted in the mirror as he saw Elias draw near to him, and quickly finished his set. He set the weights down on the rack with a loud CLANG, and exhaled loudly. He turned back to his bench, and now Elias could see Spencer from his front side. Jesus, what a balloon animal, he thought. Spencer raised his head slightly, and looked directly at Elias as if he heard that remark. He took a small white towel in his hands, wiped the sweat from his face, and tossed the towel at the bench. Then he went up to Elias with a cautious smile on his face. “Good morning, big guy,” Elias said with a slight nod of the head. “What’s up,” Spencer replied. It was an acknowledgement, nothing more. “I’ve seen you dancing at InfraRed,” Elias said coolly. “You’ve got quite the moves.” He found himself entranced by those frigid blue eyes, but was more drawn to the amount of meat on this man and the sweat pouring off his muscular torso. “Thanks. I really appreciate that,” Spencer said, almost breathlessly. Elias didn’t know where to take the conversation next, but didn’t want to distract the man from his workout. Spencer was clearly in “the zone”, and likely wouldn’t appreciate Elias’s probing further. “Sorry if I’m bothering you. I just… I notice you’re not wearing any headphones or anything,” Elias began. “Been listening to music all night,” Spencer quickly answered. “I need the quiet open space in here after work.” “I’m Elias,” he said, offering his hand in a friendly greeting. Spencer took the gesture with a guarded look on his face, and shook his hand. “Spencer. Do you mind? Can I get back to my workout?” “Sure thing. I’ll leave you to it. Um… Pleasure to meet you, Spencer.” With that, Spencer returned to his weights. Opting for two slightly lighter dumbbells, Spencer took these weights, and sat down on his bench with one on each knee. After a loud inhalation, he threw himself backward on the bench until he was lying face up on it. In one swift motion, he went down as the weights went up. Elias stood nearby and watched silently while a growing hunger grew in him. He knew it wasn’t from his stomach. Spencer cranked out an impressive set, exhaling sharply with each repetition. Up and down the weights went, and a new sheen of sweat broke out on his large frame. Elias found himself staring at the space between Spencer’s pecs. The mounds of muscle contracted and protracted as his set continued, and the veins beneath the skin began to bulge a little as the set concluded. Elias forgot to count how many reps Spencer had executed, and he instinctively started matching his breathing up with Spencer’s as if he were performing the set himself. Elias’s chest began to heave with each rep. On the very last rep, Spencer brought the weights down to his torso, and couldn’t quite push them back up. Sensing an opportunity, Elias rushed in to help him push the weights back up one final time. “Come on, bud. It’s all you,” he shouted. Elias positioned himself behind Spencer’s head, and lightly using his hands, guided the weights back up to the top. “Light weight, baby! You got this!” Spencer let out a groan, and then a growl as he reached the top. The weights came down forward in an arc, and pulled him back up to seated, the weights coming to a stop on his knees as at the beginning of the set. Spencer stood up again, and returned the weights to their spot in the rack. “Yeah… Thanks. Elliot, was it?” he said breathlessly as he turned around to face his rescuer. He began to unwrap his lifting straps from his wrists, and looking at Elias, said, “Ugh… fuck it. All right. You’ve earned my time if you want it.” “That was impressive,” Elias said approvingly. “Yeah, I’ve been doing this for years. Get big or die trying,” Spencer answered, taking a grateful pull from his large water jug. “Took me a long time to get there.” “Can I see a flex?” Elias said, licking his lips nervously, unsure why he was getting so worked up. Spencer didn’t answer, but raised both arms above his head, swooped them down together, and gave a ‘most muscular’ crab pose. The man was clearly close to contest shape, and as he flexed, his skin turned a dark reddish color. Each squeezed muscle fibre strained against the tanktop he wore, and all the striations and veins popped in a beautiful way. The sweat running off his body glistened, and Elias held his breath in awe of the beast before him. Fuck, he would look incredible in rubber gear, Elias thought as he admired. What an absolute unit. Elias felt his dick twitch in response. Spencer grinned hugely, and again, Elias was reminded of the smilers he encountered several hours ago. Another shudder went through him, but he found his dick hardening again at the sight of Spencer showing off his muscularity. Perfection, but we can give him something better. Give this man your seed, an intruding voice said. Elias glared at the thought, and wondered where it came from. Spencer released his flex, and inhaled deeply. “What do you want?” he asked bluntly. “Look, I appreciate the assist and the attention, and I’m sure everyone tells you you’re cute, but… no. I’m looking for a specific body type, and you army guys aren’t it.” Embarrassed, Elias felt his face flush as he was taken flat aback by the man’s bluntness, but didn’t allow himself to be unmanned. “Oh.. I didn’t mean… I’m not interested in… How did you know I was military?” “The haircut, for one. And the way you carry yourself is a dead giveaway,” Spencer said. “I dated a lieutenant once. Real closet case. But the way he moved just said ‘army grunt’ like it was drilled into him. Total bastard and weird, too. He just wanted me for my body like everyone else. Just like you seem to be doing, in fact. Didn’t even come close to what I was looking for. So I swore off army men after that.” “Oh yeah? What was his name? Maybe I know him,” Elias asked, trying to salvage the conversation. Spencer thought about it, and looked up to his left as he thought. “Fuck if I know. It started with a B. I try not to think about him. It didn’t go anywhere, and I was barely interested in him. Too lanky.” It sounded familiar to Elias, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. Pay attention to me, dammit! Don’t give him a choice. We can upgrade him, the mysterious voice demanded. Elias looked at his own reflection in the mirror behind Spencer to see if someone stood behind him and whispered in his ear, but he could see no one there. “No harm, bud. I'm married, and I don't cheat. This isn't about that.” Shaking his head in an effort to clear it, Elias began to fidget with his ring. Why am I having these thoughts? What in the world is wrong with me? Spencer shrugged his shoulders quickly and answered as if he didn't hear this last part. “Uh huh. Sure you are. Anyway, if you’re looking for a score, go market somewhere else. I’m not interested. Got things to do and make.” With a wave of his hand, Spencer turned his back to Elias and sat on his bench. What’s this guy’s problem? Elias thought, his brain feeling muddled like someone was feeding him strange information. Friendly one minute, dismissive the next. These hot and cold types are not worth it. Goddamn muscle teasing asshole. He shrugged his shoulders, and eager to quit the scene, he went across the gym to the treadmills. Something is off with me. And I’ve had enough humanoid monsters for one night, thank you. “Struck out, didn’t you,” a bright masculine voice said from somewhere. The voice belonged to a much more human-looking young man. “Hi, I’m Todd, and that’s Spencer. Everyone tries to get with him, and no one ever really succeeds. Good try, though!” This one is more willing. Make your move. Make him ours. “Is he actually straight now, or just an asshole?” Elias enquired, shaking his head slightly as he swore his head felt like a high-pitched screech had just been ringing in his ears. “Oh, he’s definitely gay. He just likes other musclemen. Got this insane growth fetish, but yeah, kind of a prick. You’re lucky he didn’t have the energy to say more, or we might have to separate you two,” Todd said, snickering as he spoke. “Last guy who told him off got banned from every decent nightclub in the city.” Elias looked back at Spencer, who was again engaging in another round of weights he would struggle to handle. “Yeah, he’s definitely got something up his ass, and it’s not me.” Elias felt some regrets that such a fine specimen got away from him. “Don’t take it personal,” Todd said. “It’s never about you. He’s just sexually frustrated. God help the man he takes to bed. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to be eavesdropping on you both. But what was your name again?” “Elias Kade.” “I’m Todd Cochran, but I’m sure you knew that,” he said bouncily, giving a lopsided smile to Elias. The name meant absolutely nothing to Elias, but he decided to play along and give the man a broad smile. “Come on, let’s run together.” They each got on a treadmill, and kept an even pace so they could talk. Todd was lightly dressed in an old gym shirt whose sleeves had been cut off at some point. The armpits of the shirt still bore signs of sweat and deodorant marks from years ago. His shorts were ridiculously short, and a bright pink color. Todd had one tattoo on his arm, a little yellow Pokemon character. Without any prompting or questions, Todd just began spilling his guts and telling Elias whatever came to mind about himself. Elias was lost in too much brain fog and the weird experience with Spencer to pay any attention to Todd’s avalanche of words. Todd continued aloud his life story and didn’t ask Elias any sort of questions, or say anything that required a response. All Elias could do was continue walking on the treadmill while trying to orient himself. Something felt really off, and he couldn’t put his finger on what. None of the outside stimuli was sticking. Before he knew it, twenty minutes had passed, and Todd was still talking. What snapped Elias back to attention was Todd repeating a question at last. “I said, how about you and me go share a forbidden shower?” Elias pressed the pause button on his treadmill, and as the belt slowly ground to a halt, he looked over at Todd, blinking. Todd stopped his own machine. “What did you say?” Elias queried. Todd leaned in closer, and spoke in a whisper. Not that anyone would have heard them. “God, the daft ones are always so fucking hot. Look… You’re a hot guy, and I want you to fuck me.” DO IT. BREED HIM. MAKE HIM OURS!!! The hairs on the back of Elias’s neck stood up on end, as a sudden wave of horniness blasted through him. The feeling was immense as all the reasons for him to stop this craziness felt like they were pushed aside. All reason suddenly went out the window, and the need to copulate took over. Quickly taking Todd’s hand, he led him off the treadmill and toward the locker room. From across the room, Spencer saw the swift exit in the reflection of the mirror. The look on his face clearly said he knew what was going to happen, and he snorted softly, shaking his head. “Fucking knew it. He was looking for a quick score. So much for his vows. This isn’t a hookup joint.” Up went the weights, and Spencer started on his next set. Elias didn’t care if anyone saw them. And the gym was so depopulated that a little tryst in the changing area would likely be unnoticed. Wordlessly, he pushed Todd over one of the benches in the locker room area without even looking to see if the coast was clear. Todd wordlessly braced himself at the last second on the wooden bench, catching himself just in time at the shock of Elias’ roughness. As he did so, Elias pulled his gym shorts down to his ankles. In one swift movement, he likewise depantsed Todd. Elias stared hungrily at the tight hairless hole in front of him. Todd braced himself against the bench as Elais hungrily dove face first into his ass, letting out a soft groan as Elias licked and sucked on the tight swirl of muscle, enjoying the feeling of him trying to work his tongue deep inside. Pulling back, Elias spit a large glob of saliva onto the hole as he began to roughly jerk on his definitely larger than normal cock. “Wait,” Todd said, turning around slightly and pressing his hand against Elias’ chest. “Maybe we should move this to the showers or a stall. I can get some lube on the way.” Pushing the hand away, Elias placed a hand on Todd’s shoulder. “No. I want to fuck you up hard, and you’re gonna like it.” Elias surprised himself when he heard this. Where had that come from?, he wondered. Drooling a large line of spit, Elias carefully let it land on the head of his cock, slowly working it up and down the throbbing shaft. The spit seemed a little thicker than normal, more viscous than expected, and had a familiar scent around it, but it barely registered with Elias. Satisfied he’d slicked himself up enough, and without warning, he drove his hardened cock home in Todd’s ass. Todd let out a small cry of surprise at both the cool but barely slick feeling of Elias’s spit and the rapid intrusion of Elias’s dick. Todd held on to the edges of the bench with both hands now as Elias instantly started pounding Todd’s hole without mercy. “Got a few loads in there already, man,” Todd said, groaning as Elias’s cock pulled out for a brief moment, slick with the cum of other men. Some primal part of Elias felt angry, and the need to flood Todd’s ass with his load grew stronger inside of him. Surprisingly, there was almost no noise except the running of the hum of the HVAC and the occasional slapping of flesh meeting flesh as they fucked. Todd, knowing secrecy and silence were of utmost import, struggled hard to keep from crying out or moaning. Yes. Good. Give it to him. Spread that seed. Elias raised his head slightly as he heard the strange internal voice again. Are these my thoughts? While his body took over its carnal instincts, his mind was elsewhere. He kept imagining his missing comrades, Lockjaw pounding Sticks in the hotel shower, and Spencer’s impressive flex just a couple rooms away. The mental image of the bulging muscles sent him over the edge, and with a feral growl of immense satisfaction, Elias emptied his balls into Todd’s ass prematurely. The sensation for both was unlike any they had experienced. Wave after wave of euphoria washed over Elias, and internally, he let out a mental cheer. Todd stopped panting, and stood upright. He turned back to his paramour. “Thank you, Elias. That was amazing. Best rando hookup ever. You must have had several days worth of cum in those balls of yours.” Elias pulled his shorts up, unsure what to say. So he opted for the excuse to make an exit. Turning aside, he said, “I… What did I just… I gotta get home and crash.” “Can I come with you? Maybe go for round two?” Todd asked like a small child asking to ‘go with’. Elias’s senses were returning. “NO! I mean… Uh… No… I’ve got a bud staying there. It would be awkward.” What an understatement - Tex would not approve of this, and Trevor would most certainly be beyond displeased. Todd wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Let me at least give you my number.” He carefully walked over to his locker, yanking the loose gym shorts up his waist on the way. Elias followed at a distance, saying nothing. His mind was somewhere else, and he felt connected to that void of a space. In an instant, he knew his comrades were all right, and he couldn’t understand how or why he knew this. Todd cheerfully returned to Elias, who was now staring into his reflection in a long bathroom mirror without a word. “Here’s my number. Text me if you want to hook up again. Thanks for the load. That was fucking hot.” Todd handed him a scrap of paper, and Elias took and pocketed it without looking at it or him. Todd got his things from a locker, stuffed them into a small gym bag, and went out of the locker room, whistling a happy tune. Elias did not watch him go. Taking a hard look at himself, he felt his heart race as he noticed his eyes looked almost yellow. His vision was getting foggy again, and the brain fog started to return. “I… um… better get home before I pass out completely.” More. Find another to spread to. NOW. Shuddering at the intrusive thought, Elias collected his own bag, and slowly left the locker room. Everything felt like it was stuck in mud and slow motion again. His gait somewhat resembled the ‘walk of shame’, but there was something more to it. Like someone or something was trying to stop him from leaving. Taking a deep breath, he pushed away the feeling, forcing his muscles to work as he picked up the pace, bursting through the front of the gym and into the dim dawn light of the city. Moving as fast as he could, Elias forced himself to focus on the ground, ignoring the few various people walking by. Breathlessly, he stormed up the stairs and shakily fumbled with the keys to the apartment, dropping them a few times before finally taking a deep breath and slowing his motions down. After one final attempt, he finally seated the key into the lock and turned it, remembering at the last minute the sleeping form of Tex on his couch and gently opening the door. Unable and unwilling to look at his friend, still obliviously snoring away, he gently dropped the gym bag at the entrance of the ensuite bathroom he shared with his husband. An errant thought crossed his mind about how Trevor always jokingly gave him a hard time for leaving his gym bag around the room. A sudden stab of guilt laced through Elias at the thought of what he just did, and in a fit of disgust, he ripped the gym clothes off, swearing he could smell the sweat and cum from his sudden fucking of Todd on the clothing. A wave of fatigue and dizziness washed over him as he felt himself falling, landing face first on the bed, promptly passing out.

Now that Dad and Son DP of you hole is just a matter of timing...

You've really captured how age provides us with wisdom from life experiences. At one point, we didn't appreciate the reasoning behind the limitations in age of consent laws. I suspect I'm not alone in saying that as we mature, we no longer view a younger person as our equal peer, but more as a recent recruit in the adventures of life. As a senior officer, it suddenly becomes our charge to guide and protect them, rather than capitalizing on the vulnerabilities of the situation.

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I am glad you have finally got his babies and mixed in with Drew's kids too. Awesome.

Also in the Seattle area.

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