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I've seen nudist walking around the castro, is it illegal? I attend Dore and Folsom where I'm usually in a jockstrap during the fair and love getting fucked in public.

That's right - they're in several of @chi4loads stories (many thanks!!), including here: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/

Will be traveling in southern France, Mediterranean coast from the Spanish border to around Montpellier, later this spring. Can anyone recommend a few mature-friendly spas/saunas/cruising bars? I don't expect to travel further west than Toulouse or further north than perhaps Avignon. Thanks!

Let us know how it went I'm so bummed i had to miss it because of work but i've got to pay bills and flying these days probably wasn't for the best. I hope it went well. Hopefully i'll go in Fall and Eagle will be open. I keep seeing the videos and looks like it will be a great spot if it ever opens.

I love to swallow the piss. I even bring it in bottle to work

I was married for some time but I couldn't resist on men. All I was thinking were dicks. I know that for a lot of men is easy to have their wives and secret gay sex, but it wasn't my case. Good thing is that after the divorce I became braver and i came out as a gay.

So… remember this story? 😅 Turns out real life decided to become the main plot for a while, but I’m back—and so is this. Thanks for hanging in there if you did. And if you’re just joining again, perfect timing. Here’s the next chapter! Part 18: Hippocratic Oath Versus Primal Urge: A Doctor's Surrender The sterile, clinical environment of the STD clinic greets you with its familiar antiseptic smell and fluorescent lights, creating a sense of unease that settles in the pit of your stomach. You approach the receptionist, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. "I need to see this young doctor here – forgot his name... It's urgent," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The receptionist looks up from her desk, her expression a question mark, rattling off a few of the doctors‘ names. Before she can finish, the young doctor himself appears, walking down the hallway. You recognize him immediately, and your heart skips a beat. "Him," you say, pointing. "I need to see him." The receptionist follows your gaze and nods. "That's Dr. Sebastian Meyer. He's with a patient right now. Please have a seat in the waiting room. He will call you in." You nod and make your way to the waiting room, your mind racing with memories of your last encounters. The first time, he fucked you in his office, but denied you his toxic load. The second time, he found you in the bathroom, your ass still dripping with cum from another encounter, and he finished what he started, marking you as his. Each memory sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. A few minutes later, you are called into his office. Dr. Meyer greets you, his professional demeanor masking the intensity you know lies beneath. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the recognition in his gaze. He knows why you are here, and the tension between the two of you is palpable. "Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. He settles into his own, the fabric stretching slightly across his chest as he leans forward, his hands clasped on the polished wood. "So," he begins, his voice a carefully measured baritone, "what brings you in today?" "An HIV test," you say, your voice steady, betraying none of the frantic energy thrumming beneath your skin. „Any reason you expect your test could show a different result from last time?“ he asks, his gaze sharp and clinical, though you know it is anything but. He is trying to maintain control, to keep this in the realm of doctor and patient, but you can see the memory of your last encounter flickering behind his eyes. You lean back in your chair, a slow grin spreading across your face. "At least a hundred," you say, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Starting with the toxic load you shot up my ass last time I was here…" The air in the room crackles. A muscle in his jaw tightens, almost imperceptibly. He looks away for a fraction of a second, a telltale sign of the man behind the mask struggling to maintain his composure. He clears his throat, the sound a little too loud in the quiet office. "Alright," he says, his voice a shade rougher than before. He stands and moves to the supply cabinet, retrieving the test kit. His movements are efficient, practiced, but as he turns his back to you, you know he is taking a moment to breathe, to force the memory of your submission, of his own raw, primal release, back into the box labeled 'unprofessional.' He returns, his face once again a mask of clinical detachment. He takes your hand, his fingers cool and firm, but you feel the slightest tremor in them as he draws the blood sample he needs. He places it carefully on the test strip, then sets a timer on his desk. "We'll do a rapid test for some immediate peace of mind, and I'll send this other sample to the lab for the full serology." "Wait outside for the results," he instructs, his voice cool and measured, but there is an underlying tension that betrays his true feelings. He is a doctor trying to do his job, but he is also a man who has spent the last few weeks replaying the memory of breeding you, a man whose cock has hardened at the mere thought of you walking back into his office. And now, here you are. You make your way back to the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You sit, trying to appear calm, but your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. As you wait, you find yourself checking out the other patients, the tension in the room palpable. One young guy, in particular, catches your eye. He is lean and muscular, with a cocky smirk that promises trouble. He couldn't be much older than twenty, maybe twenty-two at most, a student or an apprentice, his body still tight and unmarked by the world. He is everything you aren't: young, carefree, and probably still thinks he is invincible. The thought sends a dark, possessive thrill through you. You could be his father. The idea is so wrong, so perfectly depraved, that your own cock begins to stir in response. His gaze is a physical thing, a slow, deliberate slide down from your face to your crotch, where it lingers, hot and heavy. You watch, mesmerized, as his own hand moves to his thigh, his fingers slowly tracing the thick outline of his semi-hard cock snaking down his pant leg. He gives it a firm, possessive stroke, his eyes never leaving yours. It isn't just a look; it's a promise, a filthy invitation spoken without a single word. He is showing you what he has, what he wants to do with it, and he is making it clear that he wants to do it with you. His eyes flick back up to meet yours, a challenge and a question in their depths. He licks his lips slowly, a deliberate, wet gesture, and then, with a confident swagger, he stands up and walks directly past you towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of pure, unadulterated intent in his wake. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he passes, a silent, electric current that arcs between you, pulling you in. You know, with a certainty that settles deep in your gut, that you will follow him. You have no choice. Your heart races as you follow him, the anticipation building with each step. The bathroom is empty, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and anticipation. He is already in the last stall, the door left slightly ajar. You push it open and step inside. He is exactly as you'd hoped. He is leaning against the wall, his jeans already undone and pushed down just enough to free his cock. It is hard and ready, a thick, angry-looking shaft jutting out from a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. He is a top, pure and simple, and he is here to fuck. For a fleeting moment, a memory flashes in your mind: another young man, another student, in this very same stall, fucking you under the divider. You wonder if this is becoming a habit, if this clinic is now your personal hunting ground for eager, young tops. He doesn't waste any time on words. He just grabs your arm, his grip firm and possessive, and spins you around. He bends you over the toilet, your hands braced against the cold, porcelain tank. You feel him move behind you, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the chill of the air on your exposed skin. He kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs, and then you feel the hot, spongy head of his cock pressing against your hole. He looks so innocent, so young, and for a second, a twisted sense of responsibility washes over you. You think you should protect him. "Don't you want to use a rubber?" you ask, your voice a little breathless. "Hell no!" he grunts, his voice a low growl of pure disdain for the very idea. "We're at an STD clinic..." you start, the irony of the situation not lost on you. "Correct," he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "Just got my diagnosis." Your heart hammers against your ribs. "Neg?" you ask, a sliver of hope cutting through your arousal. "Nope. Not anymore," he says, and the words hit you like a physical blow, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity that shoots straight to your cock. "You will be my first to breed after being diagnosed, daddy!" he groans against your ear, the words torn from him by pleasure, a perfect, filthy acknowledgment of the twisted dynamic between you. The last of your resistance crumbles. The fear is gone, replaced by a desperate, all-consuming hunger. "Breed me!" you beg, your voice a raw, desperate cry. "Breed me with your toxic load!" He doesn't need any more encouragement. With a groan, he slams into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn is immediate, but it is a welcome pain, a sign of the gift you are about to receive. He fucks you with a relentless, primal rhythm, his hips slapping against your ass, his hands gripping your hips like a vise. He is a young man, but he fucks like an animal, driven by a single, desperate need to pass on his new, permanent status. And you are more than willing to be the recipient. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep and grunts, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you. He stays there for a moment, panting, then pulls out with a wet, obscene sound. Without a single word, he tucks his spent cock back into his pants, buckles his belt, and pushes past you out of the stall, leaving you dripping and used. You are just a hole to him, a means to an end, and the thought is both humiliating and intensely arousing. As you are pulling up your own jeans, the stall door creaks open. You freeze. It is Dr. Meyer. He is leaning against the doorframe, his posture trying for casual authority but failing. He is so young, his face still holding a boyish softness that his professional demeanor can't quite hide. The scene is sickeningly familiar—it is just like last time, when he found you on the floor of this very bathroom, dripping with another man's cum. His eyes, dark and intense, flick from your flushed face to the young guy's retreating back, then back to you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips, but it is the smile of a young man playing a role, a cub trying on a lion's mane. He knows exactly what he has just interrupted. "I see you've been busy," he says, his voice a low rumble he is clearly forcing to be deeper than it naturally is. "Let's go to my office." He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns and walks, expecting you to follow, a clear assertion of his dominance in this situation. Back in the sterile quiet of his office, he gestures for you to sit. You comply, your heart still racing from the encounter, the young man's load a warm, heavy presence inside you. He picks up the test strip from his desk, the one with your drop of blood on it. He looks at it, then at you. "Your test result is clear. Still negative," he says, his voice tinged with a surprise that is almost mocking. "I must admit, I'm surprised. I thought... after last time..." You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. "What do you mean?" you ask, your voice cocky, steady, teasing him, his professionalism. He leans back in his chair, trying to project a relaxed confidence, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. "I mean, after what happened between us, I thought for sure you would have converted. I guess you've been taking other… risks, haven't you?" he asks, his voice laced with a curiosity that is both professional and deeply, unnervingly personal. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. It is a smug, youthful expression. You shift in your seat, feeling the load in your ass slowly leak out, a dark thrill running through you at his clinical, detached analysis. "Unprotected sex, multiple partners... you know the drill," you reply, matching his confident tone. He is enjoying this. "Given that kind of activity, we should do a full workup. Since you're here. Drop your pants and bend over the exam table." His tone is clinical, but his eyes are anything but. This isn't a suggestion; it's a command. You comply, unbuckling your jeans and letting them fall before leaning over the cold, crinkling paper of the exam table. You feel his fingers on your ass, spreading your cheeks. The cool air hits your exposed, wet hole. You notice then that his fingers are bare, ungloved, a direct violation of protocol that sends a jolt through you. But he doesn't go straight for your hole. Instead, he begins a methodical, humiliatingly thorough examination. "Alright, let's have a proper look," he says, his voice adopting the detached tone of a doctor dictating notes. "Genitalia appear normal, no visible lesions." He reaches between your legs from behind, his hand cupping your balls, lifting and weighing them. He squeezes them, a firm, possessive pressure that makes you gasp. "Testes are heavy, full. Looks like they're not drained often enough. How often do you masturbate?" "Once, twice," you manage, your voice tight. He chuckles, a low, dismissive sound. "Only twice?“ He pauses, his grip tightening slightly. "When was the last time you blew your load into another hole?" "Last night," you grunt. "Only last night?" he asks, the sound dripping with condescension. "You're letting all this build up. No wonder you're so desperate. I have to empty mine at least three times a day just to think straight. Yours feel like they're backing up." His fingers move to your cock, which is already hard and leaking precum onto the paper. He strokes it once, slowly, from base to tip, collecting the bead of fluid on his thumb. "Well, the function of your cock does not seem to be the problem," he comments dryly. "Penis is approximately eighteen centimeters in length... 5 cm short of mine, but still, a notable girth, especially at the base. Cut. Significant vascularity." He pauses, a smirk in his voice. "Not a bad size, I suppose. For a man your age." His fingers then find your PA, the heavy steel ring a familiar weight in his grasp. He tugs on it, rolling it. "Any issues with this? Nice size. A 00-gauge tribal dream ring, if I'm not mistaken. Can cause some serious damage... ever thought about upgrading to an even larger size?" You can only moan in response, your body betraying you, loving the clinical violation. "I'm surprised you don't have a PA to match your nipple piercings. Or are you all talk?" "I'm uncut," he continues, his voice a low, arrogant boast. "I don't need jewelry to make my cock interesting. The foreskin alone provides more sensation than that little piece of metal ever could." He moved back to your ass, his thumbs spreading your cheeks again. "Anal region shows slight inflammation. Perineum is intact." He runs a finger along your perineum, then up to your slick entrance. "Now, cough for me," he commands. You do as he says, and as you cough, your hole contracts, pushing out a small glob of cum. "Hmm," he murmurs, his voice a low, interested hum. "Evidence of recent ejaculate present." He doesn't just use one finger. He presses three, then four fingers against your hole, stretching you, making you gasp. "Sphincter tone is good, but extremely receptive. How many loads have you taken today? Just the one in the bathroom, or more?" "I made a stop at the cruising grounds on my way up here.... 3-4 more from there...." you confess, the words torn from you by the intense stimulation. He chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. With his four fingers still inside you, he uses them like a scoop, digging into your channel and pulling out a large, milky wad of cum that drips down his wrist. "Very, very receptive," he murmurs, bringing his cum-coated hand up to the light. "Look at this!" his voice a perfect imitation of clinical curiosity. He brings his fingers to his own lips, his eyes locked on yours over his shoulder. He slowly, deliberately licks the cum from his fingers, a soft, wet sound in the quiet room. "Fresh. Very fresh. I guess that's the spunk from our young student. I just told him he's poz and that he should use rubbers until the meds have his VL under control… so much for my skills as a counselor. Did he at least tell you what he was getting you into?" "Hell, yeah – he did," you shoot back, a defiant pride in your voice. "And I begged for it!" He puts his fingers, still slick with his saliva and the young man's cum, up to your mouth and, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, says, "Clean it!" You obey, tasting the mingled flavors on his skin. He then grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Well, you know what? Something has changed," he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I used to think of you as just another patient. But seeing you like this....” He is no longer talking about your test results; he is talking about himself, about the wall of his professionalism finally crumbling under the weight of his desire. "You see this?" He grabs his stiff cock through his scrubs, his eyes never leaving yours. The gesture is aggressive, a raw display of the dominant top he is discovering himself to be. "I'm hard just thinking about it. My viral load is high right now, you know. Very potent. I'm hard just thinking about shooting that toxic load deep into your ass and finally giving you what you've been begging for." He leans in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "This isn't the place for this conversation. But tonight... meet me at the gay bar down the street at 7. We can have a drink and talk. Properly." He releases your chin and steps back, his professional mask sliding back into place, though the fire in his eyes remains. "And maybe, just maybe, we'll come up with a solution to your problem." You leave the clinic, your mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming meeting.

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My wife knows, and encourages, my extracurricular activities, and a few of her friends know about the things I do. Now I have met 2 random/anonymous men on grindr that I ended up knowing when I showed up take care of business. So obviously they also know.

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Always anal for me, and I can still taste his cum after he pulls out and I oblige by cleaning off his dick. I even will finger myself and taste it from my ass after he’s done. Love it after I’ve had multiple loads and taste the mix of sperm from the random tops that have used my ass

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PART THREE: Of DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II The three-block walk to Felix’s apartment was a delicious tease for Felix. And a slow burn for the three guys that were following behind him. “You should walk in front of us,” Logan ordered as they left the park. His voice a low, playful rumble as he and his two boys, Tiago and Dreddy, catcalled Felix. Felix laughed, a light and airy sound, and did exactly as he was told. “Yeah. We gotta plan what we’re about to do to that ass,” Tiago added, sun glinting off his aviator sunglasses. Dreddy let out a long, appreciative whistle. “Damn! Wherever this fine ass boy is going, lead the way!” Maybe it was the knowledge that his ass was still slick with precum, or the weight of three pairs of predatory eyes on him, but Felix felt his skin begin to glow, radiating a filthy energy that he hoped anyone passing by could sense. He was careful not to strut too much, not to roll his hips with exaggerated flair, but he was absolutely putting on a show for the boys. “Bro, this kid’s head game…” Dreddy shook his head. Tiago groaned, “So good.” Logan had taken off his shirt and draped it over his shoulder. He sighed, “Well yeah, it’s good but is it fuckin’ good?” Felix kept walking but turned around and shot a playfully dirty look to Logan. “Okay.” Felix held back his smile, “I gotchu. But when you got no choice but to gimme that nut…” The boys yelped and laughed. “Keep it up. Smart mouths don’t get fed.” Logan taunted. Felix shot a half look over his shoulder, pouting his lip. Tiago nudged Logan and whispered, “We about to tear this bitch up right?” “And make sure the little faggot doesn’t forget.” Logan answered. People stared curiously at all of them as they walked by. The man sweeping the sidewalk did because of the dirty things he thought he heard. Some, like the woman waiting to cross the street at the corner with them, was more cautious of three dudes who looked like they had nothing better to do than bad. Felix slid the key into the lock, then paused, his other hand resting on the door knob. He looked over his shoulder, a little smile on his lips. “I am about to let three strange dudes into my apartment. Is that a good idea?” Logan leaned in, his breath hot against Felix’s ear. “It’s that or we just force ourselves in.” Felix pushed his ass back, grinding it against the hard length in Logan’s pants, and playfully quipped, “Oh no, help me.” He pushed the door open, and they all spilled into the darkness. His studio apartment was already in “party mode,” the curtains drawn tight, allowing the purple and pink LED strips he’d rigged around the king-sized bed to take full control of the shadows. The air smelled faintly of incense. "Welcome to the party," he breathed, kicking off his shoes. Logan whistled low, his eyes adjusting to the colored light. "Hope you don’t have thin walls, cause what we got in mind…" Dreddy crashed onto the couch, spreading his arms wide across the back. "Fuck yeah. Lemme connect to your speaker…." Felix sauntered to his kitchen counter where his little black box was waiting. He pulled out the bottle of G, a can of soda, and four shot glasses. "Who's ready to really get this party started?" Tiago was already beside him, his arm sliding around Felix’s waist slowly and firmly pulled him close. "Papi, you read my fucking mind." Felix measured out the doses, each of the boys calling out their preference. He measured each one carefully, then added a little bit more to each. “Just in case,” he whispered to himself. They all knocked them back, the liquid burning a sweet path down their throats. Felix took out his bong, and Dreddy packed the bowl with crystal. They started passing it around. “I’m gonna rinse off really quick,” Felix announced, his lips already forming a seal around the mouthpiece of the bong. Logan held the torch flame, his eyes fixed on Felix with a wild, excited glint. “Keep going…” he urged, his voice a low growl. Felix slowed his inhale just a bit, savoring the rush. “A little more…” Logan bit his lip, his hand disappearing into his pants to adjust his growing cock. He gave a sharp nod to Felix. The exhale was a masterpiece. Felix drew it out, his mouth forming a perfect “O” as he blew a thick, white dragon of smoke that snaked through the air. The boys cheered, their voices rough with admiration and arousal. Impressed, and more than a little turned on, they quickly started shedding their clothes, their bodies emerging as masculine silhouettes. Felix glanced back at them in admiration. Wow, he thought, I am one lucky little bitch. Logan put porn on the TV, finding a gangbang video. “Dude this dope I got is fire, right?” Tiago said between two rapid hits. Dreddy reached into the leg of his shorts, giving his cock long slow strokes. “Is that’s whats gettin’ me brick right now or is it that hot little piece of ass?” Logan cut a line of Tina and snorted it with a dollar bill. The immediate sting behind his eye took his focus for a few seconds. Tiago and Dreddy stared at him, mouths open. “Why?... but that fuckin’ hurts” they both stammered. Logan shook his head out and shrugged, “it ain’t no thing.” Then he gestured towards the bathroom, “it’s that piece of ass. It’s fuckin’ beautiful.” His friends looked at him again, surprised. They exchanged a look of confusion and both silently agreed to not ask any questions. The three of them took their cocks out and started jerking off. They were silent as they watched the porn. Then Logan said, “We’re gonna breed that pussy, you know….” The boys grunted in agreement. Exactly fifteen minutes later, the timer on Felix’s phone chimed. He was out of the shower, his skin still damp and flushed. Knowing they would demand he take them off or simply rip them away, Felix slipped on a pair of small, tight blue shorts that left nothing to the imagination before walking back into the main room. A nice, warm swirl was peaking in all of them from the G. The world got softer, the air felt warmer, and the only thing that seemed to matter was Felix and the three pairs of eyes devouring him. Dreddy had put on some music, something with a deep, hypnotic bass that vibrated through the floor. Combined with the liquid, hot feeling the G gave him, Felix was unaware that he was slowly grooving to the beat. His eyes were half-closed, lost in the music and the intoxicating feeling of being watched. Logan had his hands in his boxers, stroking his cock, the head of which you could partially see through the slit. He had to remind himself that this was actually happening. The beautiful little faggot from high school, the one he’d fantasized about for years, could do all this. All this for him. Then, an idea sparked in his mind. “Dance for us.” Felix’s movements became more exaggerated, his eyes still closed, simply obeying Logan’s command. He ran his hands up his own thighs, over the curve of his ass, up his stomach, and through to his neck. His skin was on fire. He could see them in his mind’s eye, a wall of masculine energy on the couch: Logan in the middle, Tiago to his right, Dreddy to his left. They were all leaning forward, their eyes dark and hungry. "Damn, Felix," Logan's voice was a low rumble. "Look at you." Felix loved touching himself, his hands roaming his own body, pinching his nipples until they pebbled, stroking his own hard dick through the thin fabric of the shorts. A slow, dirty smile spread across Felix’s face. He turned his back to them and bent over, his hands on his knees, snaking his lower back through one delicious arch after another. He ran his thumbs around the waistband of his shorts, pulling them out in a tantalizing invitation but not pulling them down. "Take 'em off," Tiago demanded, his voice thick with lust. He was rubbing himself slow and rough. Felix just shook his head, a teasing grin on his face. He danced closer, right in front of the couch, his hips rolling in a figure-eight that was pure sin. He could smell them—their distinct colognes, the faint, sharp scent of their sweat, each one different and intoxicating, getting him impossibly hard. Dreddy leaned forward, his hand shooting out like a viper to grab Felix’s wrist. He pulled him closer, throwing him off-balance so he fell against his legs. "He said take 'em the fuck off," he growled, but a wicked grin was plastered on his face. Felix laughed, a breathy, high-pitched sound. He let Dreddy pull him down, straddling his lap. The G had him floating, and the hard muscle of Dreddy’s thighs under him felt like a perfect anchor. He ground his ass down, feeling Dreddy's already-hard cock pressing insistently against him. "You want this?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Dreddy's ear. "Fuck yeah," Dreddy breathed, his hands gripping Felix’s ass hard enough to leave bruises. Felix started to push his shorts down, but then he felt hands, strong and impatient, ripping them from his body. The fabric tore with a satisfying sound, followed by two hard smacks on his ass that made him yell out as a thick bead of precum oozed from the tip of his dick. “The little bitch likes it!” Dreddy grunted. “Creaming all over me right now.” Then, as if Felix weighed nothing, he sat up, grabbed Felix, and pushed him to the ground. Felix eagerly was on his knees, immediately leaning forward to lick the trail of his own precum off Dreddy’s chiseled abs. Then Dreddy bent down, his face close to Felix’s, and kissed him, hard and possessive. “Now suck our dicks, faggot.” The guys stood up, forming a circle around him as Felix’s hands immediately found their cocks. He started stroking them, slow and firm, feeling their weight and heat in his palms. Logan’s was thick and proud, Tiago’s long and uncut, and Dreddy’s was a fucking monster that made Felix’s hole clench in memory and anticipation. He started to suck each dick, making sure to take the time to worship each one. His hand or his mouth was on a cock at all times. Soon, their cocks glistened with a thick layer of his spit, and Felix slid into a ferocious hunger that had all three guys moaning in unison. “Look at me and open your mouth, faggot,” Logan ordered. Felix tilted his head back, his mouth falling open. Logan spit down, a direct hit into Felix’s waiting mouth, which immediately swallowed his cock, taking it deep into his throat. “Nasty little bitch,” Tiago breathed, his own spit landing on Felix’s cheek. Felix didn’t wipe it away. Instead, he used the head of Tiago’s dick to drag the slick trail to his hungry lips. "You gonna dance on these dicks now?" Logan asked, just as his head rolled back, moans escaping his lips. Felix looked up at the three guys, mouth open. They each started smacking their dicks on his offered up tongue. "I'm gonna dance on all of them." "Get over here," Logan commanded, pointing at the space between him and Tiago on the couch. Felix crawled slowly, his head felt light, almost like a weightless feeling. Then suddenly their bodies closed in, he was excited by the heat that was radiating off them both. Logan’s hands were on him first, rough and possessive, pulling his face up to his. He looked at him with black piercing eyes and spit. It was a claim to Felix. Logan’s cock, thick and heavy, pressed against Felix’s thigh, and for some reason he thought of victory, like every high school fantasy he’d ever had and was now claiming for real this time. Then Tiago was on his other side, he kissed him in a playful way, but his hands were just as demanding. He nipped at Felix’s neck, his long, uncut cock sliding against Felix’s thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum. Tiago inhaled Felix’s skin and then kissed it, inhaled and kissed, a ritual he performed over and over. He was mumbling something but they were all at that part of the high where sound was changed. Felix found their cocks with his hands, stroking both of them in time. Moans escaped his lips. “Listen to this little bitch moan.” Logan licked his spit off of Felix’s face and put it on his tongue. Not quite kissing him though, and that drove Felix wild. “Squeeze that cock harder. Jerk them faster.” Tiago forced a hit of the bong on Felix and the boys all took one too. After Dreddy put the bong down, he moved with a quiet intensity, kneeling behind the couch. Felix felt his presence before he saw him, a shadow that blotted out the colored lights. Then Dreddy’s hands were on his shoulders, pulling him back and up until he was kneeling on the cushions, his ass presented to the room. "Time to dance for real." Dreddy’s voice was a deep rumble that vibrated right through Felix’s spine. Felix felt the blunt, wet head of Dreddy’s cock press against his hole. The pressure was immense, a slow, burning stretch that made Felix’s eyes roll back in his head. As Dreddy pushed in, inch by devastating inch, Felix whined but kept his breath steady. He felt his hole forcing itself to open wider and he let out a deep, guttural moan he didn’t recognize as his own. The guys reacted in pleasure. "Fuck yeah," Dreddy grunted, finally burying himself to the hilt. He held there for a moment, letting Felix adjust, his hands gripping Felix’s hips so hard they felt like they might fuse together. Then he started to move. “Damn! You’re so deep…. Fuck!” Felix said, breathlessly. Each thrust was a seismic event. Felix was pushed forward, his face crashing into Tiago’s lap. Tiago chuckled, grabbing his hair and guiding his mouth onto his cock. "That's it, take it while he fucks you." Felix opened up, his throat relaxing as Tiago slid in, the two cocks filling him from both ends, creating a dizzying, overwhelming pressure that was pure ecstasy. Felix let his saliva drip part ways down the uncut cock in his mouth and then shoved his throat onto it, faster and faster. Logan watched, his eyes dark and hooded, stroking himself. He reached out, twisting Felix’s nipples, pinching them just on the side of pain. "You look so fucking good like this," he growled. "Stuffed full of dick." Felix was lost in a haze of sensation. The second dose of G they did was making everything feel like it was happening in slow motion and fast-forward at the same time. He could feel every vein on Dreddy’s cock as it dragged against his walls, every pulse of Tiago’s dick on his tongue. The room was a symphony of grunts, the wet slap of skin, and the hypnotic bassline. Dreddy pulled out suddenly, leaving Felix feeling empty and gaping. "My turn," Logan said, his voice tight with need. He flipped Felix over onto his back, pulling him to the edge of the couch. He stopped and stared into Felix’s eyes. “Please… please fuck me Logan,” Felix begged. Logan entered him in one smooth, powerful thrust that stole the air from Felix’s lungs. It wasn't the brute-force entry of Dreddy; this was a calculated invasion. Logan’s cock was a perfect, thick instrument of precision, and he knew exactly how to use it. There was an anger in his movements, a sharp, vengeful rhythm that was worlds away from Dreddy’s raw power. He was a jackhammer, a relentless force determined to fuck the memory of high school right out of both of them. With every calculated stroke, the blunt head of his dick slammed directly into that spot deep inside Felix, the one that made his vision blur and his toes curl. It wasn't just fucking; it was a punishment and a reward all at once. Felix wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist, his heels digging into the hard muscle of Logan’s ass, pulling him in, demanding more. He met his gaze, and in Logan’s dark, hooded eyes, he saw it all: years of pent-up desire, of locker-room fantasies, of watching him from afar and wanting to own him. It was the most intoxicating thing he had ever felt. “This little faggot hole was right there,” Logan growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against Felix’s ear. His hips never stopped their brutal pace. “All those years… all those times… the hallway… that tight little ass in those jeans… I wanted to do this. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you stupid. You stupid little faggot.” He punctuated his words with a particularly vicious thrust that made Felix cry out. “Did you think about me, faggot? Did you ever lay in your bed at night and touch yourself thinking about my cock? Or were you too busy being a stuck-up little tease?” Logan’s hand shot out, wrapping around Felix’s throat. He didn’t squeeze, not hard enough to cut off air, but the threat was there, a possessive brand. “Look at you now,” he snarled, his eyes burning as he stared down into Felix’s face. “Look at you taking my dick.” His voice soft, Felix said, “I always get what I want.” Then his voice caught in his throat against the hard thrusts Logan began doing. Logan leaned down, his lips brushing against Felix’s. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never forget it. I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. Every time you try to fuck someone else, you’re gonna be thinking about this. You’re gonna be thinking about me and my boys owning this hole.” Felix could only moan, his body a vessel for Logan’s rage and lust. The G was amplifying everything, turning the sharp, deep strokes into waves of overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain. He felt used, degraded, and utterly worshipped. Tell me you’re mine,” Logan demanded, his grip on Felix’s throat tightening just enough to make his pulse pound. “Say it. Say this pussy is mine.” “Yours,” Felix gasped, his voice broken. “It’s yours.” Logan’s lips curled into a cruel, triumphant smile. “Damn right it is.” He slammed into Felix, a punishing thrust that seemed to hit the very center of his being, and held himself there, his cock throbbing. Felix could feel Logan go still, and so he went still. Holding their breath, it was quick, but Felix knew Logan had almost shot his load. Logan was still buried deep inside him, a thick, possessive weight, when Tiago appeared beside him. He didn’t say a word at first, just knelt, his long, uncut cock already hard and glistening. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Felix’s jaw, tilting his head to the side. That’s when Tiago moved to kneel by Felix’s head, feeding his cock back into his mouth. Felix reached up, grabbing his ass, pulling him down, wanting to choke on him, wanting to be used. Tiago’s rhythm was faster now, his hips snapping, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I got my first load for this little spun slut. Get him all nice and high," he warned, his voice strained. Felix just moaned around his length, urging him on. The Tina was making him feel numb and open, allowing Tiago to fuck his face with a new, desperate intensity. Tiago cried out, his body going rigid as he came, flooding Felix’s mouth, hot and salty. Felix swallowed it all, his throat working, his eyes locked on Tiago’s face as it contorted in pleasure. Dreddy, who had been stroking himself the whole time, his eyes burning, stepped forward. He was still impossibly hard. He pulled Felix up from the couch, his strength effortless. "You're not done," he stated. He carried Felix to the bed, the purple and pink lights washing over them. He laid Felix down and crawled on top of him, his massive body covering Felix’s completely. He nudged Logan’s leg. “Move over, man. Let’s really open him up.” Logan, intrigued, shifted to the side, keeping one hand possessively on Felix’s ass. Tiago positioned himself between Felix’s legs, which were still draped over Logan’s lap. He leaned down, not to kiss Felix, but to inspect his handiwork. Felix’s hole was a mess—red, swollen, and leaking a steady stream of precum. “Fuck, look at that pussy,” Tiago breathed, his voice thick with awe. “All used up and begging for more.” He spat, a thick wad of saliva landing directly on Felix’s gaping hole. He didn’t use his fingers. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his face against Felix’s ass, his tongue delving deep, lapping at the cum-slick entrance. He ate Felix out, all filthy, sucking and tongue-fucking him, cleaning out cream and mixing it with his own spit.Dreddy and Logan went in for some tastes too. Felix whimpered, his body arching off the bed. The overstimulation was agonizing, but it was also sparking a new fire deep in his gut. He could feel each of their tongues probing him, feel him sucking the cum right out of his ass, and it was the dirtiest, most intimate thing he had ever experienced. Tiago came up for air, his chin shiny with spit and cum. He looked at Logan, a wicked grin on his face. “He’s clean. For now.” He reached for the little pouch again, pulling out a small, crystalline rock. Instead of a shard, he crushed it between his fingers over a small mirror, creating a fine, glittering powder. He looked at Logan, then at Dreddy, who had moved closer to watch. “Let’s get this little faggot spun for real,” Tiago announced. He dipped the head of his hard cock into the powder, coating it in a layer of the crystalline dust. He positioned himself at Felix’s entrance, the Tina-coated head pressing against the swollen, sensitive flesh. With a slow, deliberate push, he sank inside. Felix cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound. It wasn’t a rush; it was a slow, searing burn as the Tina dissolved against his raw inner walls. The fire spread through him, an intense, prickling heat that made his vision sharpen and his nerve endings scream. Every ridge and vein of Tiago’s cock felt like it was carving new pathways of pleasure inside him. “Fuck yeah, you feel that, papi?” Tiago groaned, starting a slow, grinding rhythm, making sure to fuck the chemicals deep into Felix’s system. “That’s the good shit right in your guts.” He pulled out, his cock now slick with spit and the dissolved drug. Dreddy was immediately there, taking his place. He’d already coated his own monstrous cock with more of the crushed Tina. He pushed in, and Felix felt another wave of the searing heat, a fresh layer of chemical fire being layered on top of the first. Dreddy’s size made the sensation overwhelming, a brutal stretch combined with the agonizing pleasure of the drug. “Gonna turn this pussy out,” Dreddy grunted, his strokes long and deep, ensuring every inch of him was coated in the powder and forced into Felix’s hole. Logan watched, his own cock hardening again. He wanted in on this. As Dreddy pulled back, Logan took his turn. He dipped his thick head into the powder, not caring that it was mixed with spit and precum on the mirror. He knelt and drove himself into Felix with one powerful thrust. The burn was immediate and intense, a familiar sting behind his eyes as some of the dust kicked up, but he ignored it, focusing on the way Felix’s body convulsed beneath him. “Look at me,” Logan commanded, his voice a low growl. He started to fuck Felix with a hard, punishing rhythm. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, faggot?” Felix could only moan, a constant, broken sound. He was lost in a chem-fueled haze and his world had narrowed to the feeling of cocks entering him, each one bringing a new wave of fire, a new level of intensity. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his skin slick with sweat, his mind completely wiped blank by the relentless assault. They passed him back and forth like a toy, each taking their turn to coat their dicks in the powder and fuck it into him. Felix’s whimpers turned into guttural sobs of overwhelming ecstasy, his body trembling uncontrollably as they continued to use him, one after the other, again and again. Felix couldn’t remember how but now he was standing at the edge of the bed. Dreddy kissed Felix, a deep, consuming kiss that stole the air from Felix’s lungs. He entered him again, and this time, Felix was ready for him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Dreddy, holding on as the man began to fuck him with a slow, grinding rhythm that was somehow more intense than the pounding from before. Dreddy was fucking the high, the fear, the everything out of him, replacing it with pure sensation. Tiago came up behind him and Logan on the side. They thought the fact Felix was small enough to be picked up and fucked could have been enough, but the fact that he had no choice but to be fucked did it. “Take that big black dick, bitch,” Dreddy taunted. “Yes. Yes I want it,” Felix yelled. Dreddy and Logan exchanged a glance that then involved Tiago, who said, “Awe yes, papi’s. It’s time to split this bitch open.” Dreddy’s cock pushed deep inside Felix and held there, a hot, thick anchor. Felix’s eyes rolled back, a low, guttural “Fuck!” vibrating in his chest. He was so full, stretched to his absolute limit, and the G was turning the pressure into a dizzying, kaleidoscopic pleasure. Logan’s hand shot out, his fingers digging into Felix’s chin, forcing his head up and his eyes open. “Hey, listen. Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, got it?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl, cutting through the haze. “Mhm,” Felix whimpered, his vision swimming as he tried to focus on Logan’s face. “I don’t care if you hear something, feel something, you do not take your eyes off me,” Logan commanded, punctuating his order with a sharp, stinging slap across Felix’s cheek. The impact was a spark of electricity that jolted straight to his dick. Felix moaned, a mix of pain and bliss. “Yes…” Logan slapped him again, harder this time, leaving a warm print on his skin. “Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir,” Felix corrected, his voice trembling. “That’s a good faggot,” Logan purred, his face so close their noses almost touched. “My little faggot.” “Yes,” Felix whispered like it was a prayer. Little waves of pleasure pushed through his body as Dreddy’s cock slowly, torturously, slid out until just the head remained inside. His eyes rolled back again, lost in the sensation as he plucked it free from his hole’s grip. “Aye! What did I fuckin’ say?” Logan’s voice boomed, snapping Felix back to attention with the force of a physical blow. He locked eyes with Logan just as he felt it. A sharp, burn as Tiago’s cock, slick with Tina, pressed against his already-stretched rim. “Ah! Oh, fuck!” Felix cried out. He knew that searing, booty-bump burn, the way it announced a new level of dark. His hole, already forced open by Dreddy, now had to accommodate another. Tiago pushed, and the burn gave way to an impossible, agonizing stretch. Felix felt his dick pulse, and a thick shot of precum erupted from his slit. “I know. I know,” Logan soothed, his thumb stroking Felix’s cheek. “But I need you to get higher, because only my spun sluts get two dicks inside of them.” Felix’s eyes widened as, only after a couple of thrusts, Tiago sprinkled more Tina on his cock and started fucking Felix’s stretched-out hole. All he could do was moan and focus on keeping his body open. He managed to nod, yes. Logan traded places with Dreddy, and now Felix was suspended, helpless, a flesh-and-blood swing between Tiago and Logan. They held him up, his feet barely touching the floor, their bodies a wall of muscle on either side of him. “This pussy is so warm, bro,” Tiago growled from behind, his voice strained with effort. “Wet and warm and creaming ‘cause of the rock.” He drove his hips forward, his cock sliding alongside Logan’s, and Felix could feel the gritty texture of the Tina dissolving inside him, sending shockwaves of chem-fueled pleasure through his system. Dreddy knelt in front of them, his eyes wide and feral. He spat directly onto Felix’s stretched-out hole, the warm glob landing right where Tiago and Logan were joined. “Fuck, that is hot as fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He spat again, then leaned in and, without hesitation, dragged his tongue over the taut, pink skin. “Best pussy y’all, damn!” he moaned, his mouth watering. “It tastes so fucking good!” He started licking and sucking at the rim, his tongue lapping at the base of their cocks as they pistoned in and out. Felix couldn’t process it. The feeling of two thick cocks splitting him open, the wet heat of Dreddy’s mouth, the sounds—their grunts, the wet slurping, the filthy praise—it was all too much. He was so turned on, so high, he was feeling the weight of a satisfaction he didn’t know was possible. He was just a hole, a toy, and it was bliss. Logan watched him, a cruel smirk on his lips as he saw Felix’s eyes glaze over. “I know…” he murmured, his voice a low taunt. Then, louder, “Open that hole up, faggot. Let him in there.” oh, that feels so fucking amazing!” Felix surrendered completely, his body going limp as they used him. Logan and Tiago found a rhythm, a brutal, alternating pace. One would pull out as the other slammed in, a relentless seesaw of flesh that left him breathless. All the while, Dreddy stayed below, his mouth and hands working, keeping the entire scene slick, wet, and filthy. There were several minutes where all of their moans hit a guttural, animal harmonized ache. At some point, they all took several hits from the bong, the smoke adding to the heady atmosphere. Felix’s eyes were half-open from the high, but he looked at each of them and smiled to himself. “Harder… deeper… I want it.” Dreddy stood up, stroking his massive, slick cock with a furious pace. “Imma nut on this hole,” he grunted, his eyes locked on the sight of Felix being split open. Felix’s breath quickened, the words a trigger. “Yes!” “Fuck this bitch with my cum…” Dreddy roared, and then he was erupting. A thick, hot jet of cum splashed across Felix’s lower back, coating his skin and the base of the two cocks still impaling him. The sheer heat of it was a brand. That was all it took for Logan. The warm, gushy feeling of Dreddy’s cum slicking his own thrusts pushed him over the edge. He gripped Felix’s hips like a vise, his knuckles white, and slammed his cock in as deep as it would go, holding it there. “Fuck, I’m cumming… you little fucking faggot…” he snarled, his voice a raw, broken thing. His whole body shuddered, and Felix felt the thick, powerful pulses of Logan’s release deep inside his gut, a liquid heat that seemed to spread through his entire bloodstream. His head felt light and dizzy, the most intense orgasm of his life radiating out from his core. Tiago was right behind him. He threw his head back, a long, deep, shuddering groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself. “Ah, papi… take it… take it all…” he babbled, his hips jerking erratically. Felix could feel the heat of all three of them, a combined warmth flooding him, marking him from the inside out. It was too much. The overwhelming fullness, the heat, the possession, the chemical fire still burning in his veins. Felix’s own orgasm hit him like a lightning strike. It ripped through him without a single touch to his own dick. His back arched violently, a silent scream tearing from his lungs as his whole body convulsed. Wave after wave of explosive pleasure crashed over him, leaving him a shaking, breathless, boneless mess. Tiago’s cock slipped out of him, and he stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch in a daze. Dreddy was on the floor, panting, sweat running in rivers down every chiseled muscle of his body. Logan, still buried deep, finally collapsed backward onto the bed, pulling Felix with him. Felix landed on top of him, their skin a sweaty, sticky, cum-slicked heap. The bassline still thrummed, the lights still pulsed, but the frantic energy had been replaced by a heavy, sated stillness. Felix lay there, his body humming, his mind blissfully, wonderfully blank. He mindlessly pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to Logan’s chest, tasting the salt of his sweat, a silent thank you for the complete and total destruction he had just experienced. Logan laughed, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. He felt the wet lips worshiping him. He ran his fingers through Felix’s damp hair. He lowered his voice, a command that was now impossibly gentle. “Look at me.” Felix stopped, slowly lifting his head. He looked up at Logan, his eyes wide and glassy, holding an innocence that was both shocking and deeply satisfying. “Open your mouth.” Felix did, his lips parting obediently. Logan spit into Felix’s eager mouth and kissed him. FIN

I love and appreciate the depth and breadth of passion on display here men. Has anyone found any new or unusual products that make for easy-freezing cum cube container(s)? What have you found is the best material to use? I need to ramp up production!! LOL

Sinderella is not good for this type of gathering. It's nothing but booths. Sugarbush is much better as it has a big open room with couches.