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I had to cancel my March trip next week so I hope my cancelled ticket gives someone else a shot to be a bronco. I've moved my spot to October since May doesn't seem likely with Canary Island trip. I'm bummed but work comes first.

Happy Birthday, what a great way to celebrate. The only "downside" to a gang bang is as you said, you wake up the next morning horny as hell craving more!

Just get permission.

I heard nkp was a good place to meet other likeminded individuals but I can’t even get the page to work right anymore lol. Wish it would. I wanna meet more daddies and poz ones at that especially from my area.

Well this pig bottom got a pig bottom on his bottom. pigslit is my Master's name for me. It's an adaptation of pslit, potential slave in trading and I progressed to pig slave in training. Your tattoos are great, I love the just do it one.

Fuuuuuuck....wrong ! Just wrong! But, if I was getting my dick sucked, would I stop him from filming? It's not like my bros, Dad, and family don't know I am a walking hard erection!

I'm decorated with those tattoos to show what I like - getting loads while in a sling. And I collect ideas for further tattoos.

I've seen these videos before.... The main guy who seems to be the producer is an incredible top with incredible taste in bottoms. That guy knows how to worship a hole, I'm so jealous of him

Not being able to cast to another device is usually a protected content streaming format issue. What site is the problem?

Yet, these make the absolute best porn Nothing worse than gay cruising vids (toilets, parks, cars, forest) that pretend to not onlyfanying you to death.

NkP and breedingzone: why I have the internet

Wtf. Can't cast (chromecast) any porn anymore. Anyone know of a gay porn tube site that still enables casting to TV?

We only had 1 glory hole that I remember on my college campus. There were however numerous washrooms that had a lot of under the stall action, sharing stalls, and urinal action. The washroom with the glory hole was huge probably a dozen stalls but only had 1 glory hole, and was pretty much an orgy every afternoon from 3 to 5, with anywhere from 10 to 30 guys playing at the same time. It was mostly cock sucking, we usually but not always went somewhere else to butt fuck, but I would be very surprised if there weren't at least a few guys fucking in there everyday. I definitely fucked and got fucked a few times without going somewhere else. My senior year I discovered a smaller tearoom, only 3 stalls and no glory holes that usually had 4-6 guys at a time fucking in that 3-5 time period. It looked suspiciously like this, minus the ropes and glory hole:

That has to be the greatest birthday party i ever hear of! Happy birthday im so jealous..lol

Wow. It has been 3 years since I wrote this. Time to write another chapter.

There's no doubt that Dan wants Rick to be his poz daddy, and this chapter proves it. However, I believe Dan has a secondary reason for adopting brushing his hole and even talking about a blood slam, and that is: He wants the professor (& other poz guys) to fuck him, but for this to happen he must be pozzed by Rick. Undoubtedly when Dan was researching/reading blogs about brushing and blood slams, he read accounts of guys offering their holes to any toxic top they could find and recalling his ABS experience are driving him in my opinion. He believes he needs to "make up for lost time." since he just discovered gay sex. Together, Rick and Dan are creating optimal conditions for HIV transmission. Now, the question is: How patient are each for Dan's conversion to happen by fucking? I hope each keeps the goal--Rick pozzing Dan--in sight, and each don't get frustrated during the chase. As usual, a splendid chapter, @mancoco!

@ffbbbear

Part 5 and the last chapter. Back home….Jake is waiting . The house was dark and silent. Jake sat in the club chair in the corner of their bedroom, a shadow in a room of shadows. It was midnight. The only light was the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds, striping the floor. He'd been sitting there for hours, staring at the bedroom door, a glass of scotch sweating in his hand. He was wearing track pants and a tight black t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his chest. The alcohol was a warm, familiar hum in his veins, but it couldn't drown out the storm in his head. He was so angry he felt like he could shatter, but underneath the rage was a love so profound it terrified him. He loved Chad so much it felt like a physical part of him, and the thought of what he'd done, what he'd lost, was a knife twisting in his gut. Outside, the car pulled up. Heavy, lingering kisses were pressed against Chad's lips, sone from Asha, dark and possessive, then one from Andrew, surprisingly gentle. They sent him off with a soft "Go on," and Chad stumbled up the stairs to the house he shared with Jake, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The bedroom door squeaked open slowly. Chad pushed it into the dark room and dropped his luggage by the door. "Sorry," he blurted out, his voice cracking. "I love you." Jake remained silent, a statue in the corner. Chad could see his silhouette, the shape of him in the chair. He shrugged off his coat, then his sweater, letting them fall to the floor. The silence was deafening. Jake slowly set his glass down on the small table beside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick, choked with emotion. "I love you so much it hurts." As he said the words, he felt a confusing, traitorous heat bloom in his groin. His cock began to harden, pressing insistently against the soft fabric of his track pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. The mix of profound love and searing anger was a potent, painful aphrodisiac. "But I'm so mad at you," he said, his voice rising. "Don't come near me." He stood up, his shadow looming larger. "Take off all your clothes." Chad flinched at the shout, shocked by the sudden shift in tone. He hesitated for only a second before his trembling fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. "That's it, you slut," Jake snarled, his voice raw. "Get fucking naked." Chad's face burned with embarrassment as he quickly shed the rest of his clothes, standing naked and vulnerable in the center of the room. "Take off those cum-soaked underwear, too," Jake commanded, pointing at the briefs still pooled around Chad's ankles. Chad kicked them away. "Now turn around," Jake's voice was a low growl. "Get on all fours on the floor. Spread your ass cheeks. I want to see that hole." Humiliated, Chad did as he was told, sinking to his hands and knees and reaching back to pull himself open. A little bit of cum, a mixture of all three men, leaked out and trickled down his thigh. "Whose cum is that?" Jake's voice was dangerously quiet. "Asha's? Andrew's? Someone else's?" "Both," Chad whispered, his face pressed into the carpet. "Push it out, Chad. Let me see." Chad bore down, and more of the fluid leaked from his used hole. Jake's heart was pounding, his cock now fully, painfully hard. He walked over and stood over Chad. "I love you so much, Chad," he said, the words a tortured confession. He looked down and saw the obvious outline of his erection straining against his pants. He took a deep breath. "Lay flat on your stomach on the floor. Spread your legs." Chad complied, his body trembling. Jake pulled down his track pants, freeing his thick, uncut cock. He kicked his pants away and knelt, then lowered himself on top of Chad, his weight a familiar, comforting pressure. "I love you," Jake whispered into Chad's ear. "I love you, too," Chad sobbed into the carpet. "Really?" Jake asked, his voice breaking as he positioned his cock at Chad's entrance. "You really love me?" He pushed inside, the entry slow, gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier fury. He fucked Chad with a slow, hard rhythm, each thrust a question and an answer. "I love you, Chad," Jake repeated, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you," Chad chanted back, his tears soaking into the rug. With a final, deep push, Jake came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into his boyfriend. He didn't pull out. He stayed on Chad's back, his weight pinning him down, his arms wrapped around Chad's chest, holding him as if he might disappear. He held him for what seemed like forever, two broken pieces of a whole, clinging to each other in the dark. Jake's weight was a solid, grounding force on Chad's back. After an eternity, he slowly pushed himself up, his arms trembling slightly. He looked down at Chad, at the mess of tear-streaked face and sweat-soaked hair. "I can smell them on you," Jake said, his voice quiet but clear, devoid of its earlier anger. It was a statement of fact, not an accusation. "I'm mad because I love you. I'm so mad because I only want you for myself. I want you to move in. I love you." The words hung in the air, a raw, desperate plea. Before Chad could fully process them, Jake was getting up, his movements stiff. He walked into the bathroom without looking back, and the sound of the shower starting filled the silence. Chad pushed himself up from the floor, his body aching. He found his robe on the back of the door and wrapped it around himself, sinking down to sit on the carpet in the dark. He hugged his knees to his chest, his mind a whirlwind of guilt, relief, and a confusing, powerful love. When Jake finished, he walked out of the bedroom without a word. Chad listened to his footsteps on the stairs. He waited a few minutes, then got up and took his own quick shower, the hot water washing away the physical evidence of the night, but not the emotional turmoil. He put his robe back on, his cock already hardening again with a nervous, hopeful energy, and made his way downstairs. Jake was in the living room, standing by the fireplace. He had two glasses of red wine in his hands. He looked up as Chad entered, his expression unreadable in the soft light. Chad walked over, his heart pounding. He took one of the glasses from Jake's hand. "I love you," he said, his voice firm. "I want to stay here living with you" A slow, beautiful smile spread across Jake's face. It was the first genuine smile Chad had seen from him in what felt like a lifetime. He sat down on the couch, and Chad sat right beside him, wrapping his arms around Jake and kissing him gently. Jake's cock was hard, a solid ridge pressing against Chad's leg through their robes. The contact sent a jolt of desire through him. Jake set both glasses on the coffee table, the crystal clinking softly. He turned back to Chad, and they were kissing again, this time with a desperate, passionate intensity. It went on for several minutes, a silent conversation of forgiveness and longing. Jake's hands began to roam, his touch growing more insistent. "I love you so much," Jake murmured against Chad's lips. He shifted, lying back on the couch, pulling Chad with him. Chad climbed on top, his knees on either side of Jake's hips. They could feel their hard cocks pressing together through the thick terry cloth of their robes. The friction was maddening. Chad struggled to find a comfortable position, his body awkward with need. With a frustrated sigh, he sat up and pulled off his robe, letting it fall to the floor. Jake was lying flat, his own robe still tied. He watched Chad, his eyes dark with desire. He reached down and undid the belt, parting the soft fabric to reveal his body. His chest was defined, with a light sprinkling of dark hair that tapered down to his flat stomach. His 7-inch uncut cock lay hard against his belly, the foreskin partially retracted. He was smiling, a soft, inviting smile. Chad laid back down on Jake's body, their skin touching for the first time that night. They kissed, a slow, deep, exploring kiss. "I want you to fuck me," Jake whispered, his voice thick with emotion. A single tear escaped from the corner of his eye, tracing a path through the hair at his temple. Excitement surged through Chad. He'd never fucked Jake before. He'd never even considered it. He lifted one of Jake's legs, draping it over his waist. He started by frotting, sliding his own hard cock against Jake's, the slick friction sending shivers through both of them. Then he spat into his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his fingers. He gently probed Jake's hole, his touch careful and reverent. He spat again, this time into his palm, and mixed it with the precum leaking from his own cock, coating his shaft. They stared at each other, their breathing heavy. Chad wanted to plow him, to take him with the same desperate force he'd felt all night, but he held back. He loved this man too much. He positioned himself and gently pushed in, entering him missionary style. The feeling was incredible. Jake was tight, hot, and he gasped as Chad filled him. Chad started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. It wasn't rough; it was deep and intimate, a connection that went beyond the physical. "I love you, Chad," Jake breathed, his hands gripping Chad's arms. "I love you, too," Chad replied, his voice thick with emotion. The words, the connection, the feeling of being inside the man he loved—it was all too much. Chad felt his orgasm building, and he could tell Jake was close, too. With a final, deep thrust, Chad came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Jake. The feeling of Chad's pulsing release sent Jake over the edge, and he came as well, his own cum spattering between their chests. Chad collapsed on top of Jake, his body spent. He stayed inside him until he softened and finally plopped out. They didn't move. They lay there, holding each other in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and Jake's cum between them, and fell asleep just like that, exhausted and finally, completely, together. THE END

I'm a fucking faggot daddy. Love being bent over and used anywhere by hard cocks. Got group fucked yesterday I'm horny as hell for more dick and cum in my pussy. Love it in public, love guys watching, have been pimped out a couple times and it was fucking amazing. Total sex pig addict.