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Wow everyone is having fun this year. Last year i had 7 different ocassions, this year ZERO

Fuck I need a black man like that in my white hole 😵

Spread and bred thats what I need 😵

Chapter 29 - A Very Special Party Despite all of his questions BoiFagBarbie was none the wiser by the time they had reached their destination. Jerome was giving nothing away. The major surprise was just where they had gone. Not the usual trip into urban squalor with its dereliction and neglect. Instead they arrived at a well-maintained townhouse, three stories high on a quiet street. Somehow it seemed much more daring to come to a place like this dressed as he was dressed. Just a thin coat hiding the outfit especially selected for tonight by his Owner. BoiFagBarbie knew he looked as cute as fuck in it. He wore a short-sleeved white lace crop top which semi-covered him from his shoulders down to just below his nipples. It was his first time out with his newly pierced nipples free and he was already getting excited by the new type of stimulation his rings provided every time the material of his top moved against them. Glancing down he enjoyed the image of his hard nipples prominent and obvious through the lace of his top. He wore his gaudiest femboy hoops in his ears and his hair tied back into a ponytail. He'd learned enough by now to be able to apply his own make-up. A little foundation, a touch around the eyes to draw attention to them and an almost subtle pink lip gloss. He'd played around until he had found the combination he liked best. It seemed Jerome loved it too - judging by how hard BoiFagBarbie could count on getting fucked when he wore this look. Which, of course, just made sure he pretty much always wore it now! The delicate lace collar of his top looked great against the pale skin of his neck and both just showed off the awesome contrast with his black leather collar. The latter's silver letters spelling out his new identity with exciting clarity. Beneath his top were the usual few inches of exposed torso. BoiFagBarbie had quickly learned just how much Jerome loved that. The firm, pale, healthy young skin was a huge turn-on for his Owner and even more so now that turning around exposed the obscene invitations tattooed onto his lower back. 'BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM WELCOME BREED ME DEEP!' When you wore ink like that it didn't leave much doubt about what kind of a little faggot you were and BoiFagBarbie really loved that fact. He had considered wearing his short shorts tonight. He knew they looked sooooo good on him but Jerome had given him a little plaid skirt instead. He's thought it might have passed for a kilt but as soon as he fastened it above his hips he knew different. He also knew his Owner had been right - as always. As he moved his body he felt the skirt, the wonderfully short skirt, move on him. The material revealing tantalising glimpses of his cage and the smooth round curves of his booty. Even standing still the material hugged the curve of his bubble butt, an obvious invitation to a man to lift it and explore. Despite its plaid nature this wasn't the sort of skirt a school student would wear. This was the sort of thing a pornstar would wear when she was cosplaying as a school student. An item of clothing you only wore if you were going somewhere to be fucked. Talking of which - for the first time since his Breaking In party BoiFagBarbie had swapped his sneakers for some heels. These ones were not quite so high, making them much more easily walked in, but they were covered in sparkling sequins, the sort of heels a stripper would wear. Then, of course, he was wearing his cage and his knee-high leggings. It just didn't seem right nowadays not to be wearing his knee-highs. Just pulling them on made him feel so good, reminded him that this was who he really was now. It was no dream and no fantasy - he was BoiFagBarbie. Just as he had always been meant to be - even when he himself had tried to deny it. Put that outfit all together and you got exactly the result Jerome was looking for. The elements of female style were not the end result they were simply a means to that end. Making a little faggot look like what he was. A young man desperate to get fucked, ready to do anything to take cock in his tight young hole. Jerome knew it and BoiFagBarbie knew it too. That was what made being there with only a thin coat covering his outfit sooooo wonderfully exciting fot r the boi-slut! "You ready fag?" The little slut didn't answer his question verbally. He didn't need to. The glance he gave his Owner was redolent with excitement and eagerness. "Best you get on out there and ring the doorbell then." The boi's eyes sparkled delightfully as his even white teeth pressed down a little on his lower lip. A moment and then he was opening the vehicle's door and heading for the door. Jerome hoped his car camera had caught that last little look. This particular slut was quite something. He portrayed that image of freshness and youth, of excitement and anticipation, like few others in the older man's experience. There weren't many cuter than BoiFagBarbie. However, that was only half the story. Hot little pieces weren't so rare. The real pleasure was finding those looks combined with the right attitude. The sort of an attitude that meant a boi could accept and willingly embrace his role in what would happen tonight. That was a whole lot rarer and he couldn't even quite be sure, until he saw it happen, that BoiFagBarbie would measure up. However, he had a good feeling about this little faggot and that made BoiFagBarbie just perfect for what Jerome had planned tonight. There were two low steps up to the door of the townhouse. BoiFagBarbie heard his heels click on the sidewalk and then on the steps. He couldn't resist looking around him to see if anyone had noticed. His coat could hide his outfit but not his heels. Jerome smiled to himself as he filmed his boi-slut. He'd had some cameras put into the venue but just for now he had to rely on his phone. One of those necessities that he suspected would turn out to be an advantage. The slightly lower quality, more guerrilla-filmed nature of the first scenes being broadcast would help build the atmosphere nicely. Just at this moment, watching the boi take off his concealing coat, press the door-bell and then wait nervously for a response, he couldn't think of anything more appropriate. The camera captured the door opening and a shadowy figure inside. Jerome was a little way away but he still caught the little fag's reaction. Surprise, maybe even anxiety or fear, but the young man held his ground. He did just what Jerome had instructed him to. Jerome waited until the door closed and then he turned off his camera and got ready to follow BoiFagBarbie inside. He wouldn't need to ring the bell - he'd known these men a long time. *** Chad Gillespie sat in the driver's seat of his vehicle where it was parked not so very far away across the city. Generally speaking these urban surroundings were far less novel for him than they had been for Jordan Myers. For as long as he could remember he had come here with his mother on shopping trips or visited his father at the offices of the family firm. However, just at this moment, the city seemed a very foreign place. He hadn't been able to get that vision of BoiFagBarbie sucking and fucking cock out of his mind. He had always thought of himself as straight, had at least always been able to convince himself that he was straight. It wasn't so unusual for a man to find other men attractive was it? I mean that didn't make you gay. Well, who knows, maybe it didn't. But what about getting a rock-hard erection while watching a Black guy fucking one of your male fellow students? What about having to rush off to the nearest private space to jack off and then shooting about the biggest load of your young life? Most of all, what about the fact he only had to think of Jordan in his femboy outfit to have his own cock tenting his pants. It kind of got difficult to deny the obvious truth by that point didn't it? Even harder to deny it when you were sat outside this particular bar, a bar you knew catered to a largely gay clientele. You could not call the evening warm but Chad felt sweat on his forehead. He ran a hand over his mouth, a mouth that seemed unnaturally dry. It wouldn't be so bad to go and get a drink would it? He reached for his door handle but then withdrew it again. Two men were walking along the sidewalk. That was nothing unusual. Maybe just two friends out for a walk in the evening. Except that they turned to go into the bar and as they walked inside one man put his arm around the other's waist. Chad felt his pulse pounding, couldn't tear his eyes away from the door of that bar. He felt frozen in place in his seat and he didn't know what to do. It seemed a huge effort just to run his hand through his short blonde hair. Then another car pulled to a halt just in front of his own. Three men got out, laughing at some joke and while two continued talking the third looked straight into Chad's parked vehicle and right at Chad himself. His frozen indecision shattered in that moment and Chad hurriedly got his motor started and his vehicle moving. He needed to get away from there, away from temptation. He could never do anything like this again. On the drive home his panic slowly subsided until it reached the point where he was himself again. The memory of his fear outside the bar slowly faded and was replaced by a more attractive one, a handsome almost pretty young man that he knew very well giving him the faggiest of faggy waves. Chad felt his cock stiffening in his pants. *** The sound of his damned phone broke Floyd Jacob's concentration on the game. He glanced at his device's screen and grunted before muting the TV. This had better be fucking quick and fucking good. You could guarantee he would be billing the cracka bigot for it! Once the connection was made he heard a voice on the other end of the line. It was not the person he had expected. However, adjusting to new circumstances was all part of the business. "No problem at all Mrs Myers. What can I do for you?" He listened in silence, only raising an eyebrow to mark what he was being told. Well wasn't the world just full of surprises! *** It was a calm and mild night but suddenly a little breath of cooler air swept down the street of rowhouses opposite. It was enough to penetrate his thin coat and BoiFagBarbie couldn't help giving a little shiver. Or was it really the cool touch of the wind? He knew what he was expected to do and though it excited him it also scared him a little. A moment to settle his nerves and then BoiFagBarbie took off his coat and draped it over the railing where Jerome had suggested. He felt a raw, deeper, quiver run through his whole body and knew it wasn't caused by the temperature. His owner, Jerome, had been looking forward to tonight. He hadn't said anything about it but BoiFagBarbie knew. Tonight mattered to Jerome and that meant that tonight promised to be something very special. BoiFagBarbie had no idea what would make tonight special. I mean it was obvious that he was going to get fucked by a group of Poz men, a group of toxic men. He could assume that and Jerome had been happy to confirm it. So there was something else about tonight. Not knowing made it very exciting but also scary. He didn't want to let Jerome down - not after all that Jerome had done for him, not after Jerome had made him the boi-slut that he was. BoiFagBarbie reached for the bell and pushed the button. He felt a fresh resolve that, whatever happened, he would make his Owner proud of him. ***

It has been a few years, but I have used the Marco Polo motel in Seattle to be a total slut. it is at 4114 Aurora. It is inexpensive and has a slutty vibe that fits me well. It has a parking lot and easy access for guys to access your room directly from outside. I usually requested a quiet room, which always ended up being the far end of the motel, away from the office, whereby guys would discreetly cum and go without drawing attention. I would use the hookup apps to find local guys willing to drive over and it is close enough to downtown and Capitol Hill, so it was easy for guys to get to me, and for me to travel to guys when they needed to host. I could discreetly leave a key card under the welcome mat so guys could let themselves in rather than knocking. I have also used the Hotel Nexus in the Northgate area. Outside access to each room and a parking lot for easy access. It's right near I-5 so it is easy access for guys and for you, if you end up traveling to meet up. It also avoids the hassle of downtown, but is still convenient to downtown and Capitol Hill if desired. It is also just one exit a few miles to Hollywood Erotic Boutique and it's basement adult theater, when the hookup apps were slow and I felt like getting out of my room and into a more public space for naked fun. For me at Hotel Nexus, it was important to request a ground floor room, which I would call and request after booking on-line. They have an outside elevator to the other floors that is located in a tower. Sometimes the door to the elevator tower is locked and you need a room key to access the elevator and sometimes the lock to the elevator tower was broken and no key card needed. Having a ground level room allowed guys to access my room without me needing to meet them downstairs so they could access the elevator if the lock to the elevator tower was functional. Being the total slut that I am, one work-around to the elevator tower i used was to hide an extra room key card outside, under one of the waste cans or under one of the ground floor room's welcome mats that was out of the way and discreet. Some guys were turned on by having to discreetly get the key card to access the elevator and for some guys that was a buzz kill and missed opportunity. Club Z can be hit or miss, but weekends, including Friday nights, tend to be active. Your window of activity arriving about 1am on a Friday may be limited to a few hours, since in my experience, it tends to slow down by 4am - 5am, except for die hards who sometimes are not looking for fun because they are hanging in friends or have missed the window to shoot their loads. Saturday and even Sunday nights could have more activity, but I usually arrived earlier in the evening, whereby even if it was dead by being early, I did not miss out on any potential opportunities for cock and cum. It has been a few years since I was last at Club Z so I am not sure of current trends. I hope you have tons of fun on your upcoming trip!

I like both...at the same time of course.

Yes / lots of fun

When he growls and grabs the back of my head and pulls it tight while he thrusts his cock deep and explodes in my throat...that's my favorite part.

I like it

AND1, silky kind 😊

Currently at 84 with next weekend expected to be an active weekend with friends and myself spending a lot of time in darkrooms, the bathhouse, and an air b&b breeding each other. Hopefully I'll hit 100 loads next weekend.

So hot 💧

Addicted to cumming was instant, starting when I was 11. That first time cumming was repeated, several times a day from that moment on. My curiosity of tasting my jizz started right away. But my hesitation lasted till I was something like 25 or 27. I would tell myself, I want to taste it; but I would lose the urge just as soon as I came. And that even though I had been sucking guys off. I pushed through it by deciding to taste my own at the first spurt, before I had finished cumming. I loved it immediately once I succeeded, and haven't stopped since then.

I'm of two minds on this. I have no hesitation at applying "faggot" to myself. Or "queer" or "poofter". It was how I pushed back 50+ years ago. Someone in a bar might say "hey faggot" and my response became, "yup" - which almost always took the power out of what they intended as an insult. Indeed sometimes that lead to attempts at violence. But those times were truly the exception, not the rule. As used back then, all of us here are faggots; whether we're tops or bottoms, poz or not poz.... So what? We all like dick, how is that a problem?

Is this group still active? Accepting new members? I would like to attend next group gathering. Maybe we can all go to Sugarbush on a Friday or Saturday. How long can one stay there? if there is time limits, maybe a few like minded guys can move to nearby motel to continue the fun. Would be so hot.

12 my own maybe 13

Sounds legit 💧

Want to be a faggot for a black man/men😵

How did I miss this one all these years?

very hot and cum dripping