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Most of the times a hot crowd. Might go

Drew’s Dad has been with us several times when I’ve seeded our boy. It’s a new thing for him and Drew so I’m not pushing him too hard. He was with us last night. I put Drew on his belly and mounted him. His Dad was fully erect so I got off Drew and strongly encouraged him to just lie on top of Drew and just rub his cock on Drew’s arse. He was hesitant but he did it and soon I could see he was thrusting his cock between Drew’s cheeks. I gripped his balls and told him to cum. He shot his load over Drew’s arse which I lapped up. Drew loved it and I could tell his Dad enjoyed it. I’m confident that the next time we get together I’ll persuade his Dad to actually fuck him.

Tonight … FRIDAY, AUGUST 29TH @ 11PM - RED ZONE (FREE HIV/STI TESTING FROM 8PM-MIDNIGHT)

Can't wait for the continuation, thank you for making a story that never fails to get us hard.

Love this fucking hot story man. Makes me wish i had a brother.

Sorry for the delay - here is the continuation of “ Selling my Status” Chapter 2: The Long Week The next seven days were the longest of my life. It was a bizarre purgatory, suspended between my old self and the new one I had so recklessly, chemically agreed to become. The morning after my visit to Matt’s, I woke up with a crushing headache and a dry, chemical taste in my mouth. The memories of the night flooded back in a nauseating wave: the smoke, the commands, the camera’s unblinking eye, the toilet swirling with my future. A sharp, cold panic seized me. What had I done? I scrambled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I opened my banking app. The rational part of my brain, the part that was screaming, knew it was a scam. There would be no money. I had just thrown away my health for a drug-fueled fantasy and a promise from a stranger. But the balance was there. Not the $50,000, but a pending wire transfer for $10,000. A subject line: Good faith. Don’t disappoint me. The panic didn't vanish, but it mutated. It was now tangled with a terrifying, thrilling sense of commitment. It was real. The money was real. He was real. The days that followed were a study in cognitive dissonance. By daylight, I was a normal guy. I went to work at my bland office job, answered emails, attended meetings. I was quiet, withdrawn. My colleagues must have thought I was coming down with something. In a way, I was. I was incubating. But inside, a constant, low hum of anxiety and… anticipation… thrummed through me. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart leapt into my throat. It was never him. He was silent, letting the tension build. He owned the silence as much as he owned the promise. My body felt different. Without the daily ritual of the blue pill, I felt raw, exposed, vulnerable. I’d catch myself staring into space, imagining what it would feel like. The conversion. The moment of transmission. The thought should have horrified me. And it did. But late at night, alone in my bed, it was the only thing that could bring me to a shuddering, shame-filled climax. I was becoming the character I’d played for his camera. On the fifth day, a package arrived at my door. No return address. Inside was a single, small box of a popular brand of protein bars. Taped to the inside of the lid was a negative test result. His. Recent. And a note, scrawled on thick, expensive cardstock: *Getting everything ready for you. Be clean. Be ready. *- M* The message was clear. The transaction was proceeding. He was confirming his own status to assure the "purity" of the product. I was the product. The finality of it, the clinical coldness mixed with the dark intimacy, left me breathless. I slid to the floor, the test result in my hand, and cried. I wasn't sure if they were tears of fear or of relief.

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You were right--it was a hot entry in him, too. So creamy...

When I lived in Harpers Ferry, WV I got bareback bred on a regular basis (like twice a week) by a really hot river guide who worked the Shenandoah River for an outfitter there and lived in the area. Through the years I had to have taken at least 500 of his loads. That's me working my tail back onto his fuck shaft in my profile photo - he was cumming at the time. I also use to pick up guys off the street around the bookstore in downtown Martinsburg! Some amazing adventures in WV!

First guy I sucked and pretty much what I sucked until I was 19 were uncut dicks. From my cousins.

When I was your age the internet didn't exist yet (go figure!!). So I met guys by cruising the park or bars or -the other possibilities- there was phone sex or ads in magazines. In those last cases you didn't get to see his face before meeting. That was always a challenge. The guy could be really hot or be someone you didn't want to have sex with at all. At the time I have met really hot guys who became excellent fuckbuddies. But also -and many- disappointments and met guys I didn't want to touch with my hand let alone with my mouth or ass.

For me, keeping the load inside of me as long as possible is never in question. Just today I hooked up with a top who chose to fuck me while on my stomach and shot a massive load deep in my ass, I saw the look of pleasure on his face when I left with his load inside me and that made me feel like a good sub bottom. Later he texted me to say it had been a good fuck and that he wanted to breed me again . My personal opinion is that not keeping the load inside is disrespect to the top.

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its defenetly a poppin spot i love cruisin aroun there