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Some of the guys were a bit nervous I think when we first arrived at Omar’s house, but our host got them all comfortable pretty quickly with friendly welcomes and drinks. With the weather being so warm we stood or sat out in the garden at first, with the older guys distributing themselves to chat to my housemates in smaller groups. There was a lot of laughter, and soon everyone was very relaxed. “I’m so impressed” Harry said to me, when he got me alone for a moment. “You are?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “It’s been less than a year, and yet here you are with nine absolute studs in tow, all converted to the cause.” “I don’t think I can take credit for much of that” I replied, laughing. “It turns out I was living with a bunch of kinky gays all along.” “No” said Harry, “I don’t care what you say. Without you, none of this would be happening. You should be proud.” “I am actually” I said, “but not with myself. I’m proud of these guys, all being able to say who they are and what they want. For that I think we have your generation and those that followed to thank, so you should be proud too.” “That’s one way of looking at it” Harry chuckled, before putting his arm around me. In the list of kinks I had sent over to him, I had also said that I wanted to be a 100% cumdump bottom that night. While I was enjoying being a bit more versatile with my housemates, I still felt like my true role was to take men’s cocks and loads, and as many of them as I could get. Harry had responded to say that, as the man bringing a whole army of hunky young studs to the party, I could have whatever I wanted, and that he would be the first to use me unless Omar decided he should get first dibs. As it happened, Omar appeared to be quite taken with Josh, so I suspected that’s where his attention would be at first once we got things underway. We’d been there for about an hour once everyone was sufficiently lubricated with champagne. Omar ushered everyone towards the playroom, and as we entered there were a few utterances of awe from those of my housemates who had never been there. With encouragement from the older men we all shed our clothing, leaving us just in jockstraps or completely naked. “Gentlemen!” proclaimed Omar. “This is a very special night. Aaron, step forward please.” I hesitated, but then walked over to stand next to Omar. “Harry and Sid brought you to us several months ago” he continued, “and we were all left speechless by your stamina, vitality and sheer beauty. Never had such an absolute hunk graced this room before.” Cheers went up from the older men, while some of my housemates whistled or hollered while trying not to crack up laughing. “Yet you, Aaron, went on to outdo yourself by bringing us several of your equally hunky housemates to enjoy” Omar said, “and enjoy them we most certainly did.” More cheers erupted, while Bailey, Tom and the others who had been before went a bit red-faced. “But now, on this night, young Aaron has brought us the whole gang” Omar continued. “Ten of the hottest studs walking this earth, all here tonight, and all pozzed.” The cheers erupted again, with the older men applauding towards me as well as my housemates. “This night is going to be one for the ages” said Omar, “and also, I hope, just the first of many. You’re all welcome here any time, whether alone or together.” “Thanks Omar” I started, before he held up a finger to silence me. “Aaron” he said, “before we get started, there’s something we want to give you in appreciation for all that you’ve done for us, and for your friends here.” With that, Harry and Sid turned around to the cabinet behind them, picked up a couple of boxes, and brought them over to the the coffee table in the middle of the sofa area. “Come over here” Harry said, as he and Sid took a seat on the sofa. I went over and sat down between them, with Omar joining us on one of the armchairs and everyone else crowding round. Harry and Sid opened the boxes, with Harry removing one large flat blue box from inside his, whereas Sid took out two smaller but similar boxes as well as two cube-shaped ones. They put it all out on the table, and then sat back. I hesitantly leaned forward and opened the largest box, my mouth dropping open. I then opened the other four. “What the fuck” I whispered. “You like?” Omar asked, to which I nodded. In front of me was an absolutely giant silver chain, at least 40mm wide and crazily thick. There were also two matching bracelets in the smaller boxes, and then the cube boxes contained a pair of matching massive plain silver band rings. As I lifted each item up, I could see the underside of the clasps for the chains as well as the inside surfaces of the rings had been engraved with a stylised biohazard symbol. “This is too much” I said, staring transfixed at the jewellery in front of me. “Au contraire” said Sid. “It feels like the least we could do.” They helped me to remove my existing chains, and then put on all the new stuff. It all felt so heavy yet awesome, and I sprung a hard-on as I felt myself weighed down with it. I stood up and turned in a circle so everyone could see, and then went over to the mirror on the wall to take a look for myself. “Wow” I said. “I mean, thank you!” I walked back over to the sofas, blushing a little as I felt all eyes on me. “You look fucking awesome mate” said Tom, grinning at me. “I’m jealous” said Sam, also smiling. I reached down for my original chain and bracelets, and then turned to where Bailey was standing. I walked over to him, and then handed the two bracelets to Marcus who was standing next to him. I then undid the chain, and gently placed it round my boyfriend’s neck and clasped it at the back. I followed suit with the bracelets, lifting each of his wrists in turn to put one on. “Fucking hot” I whispered to him. “Yeah?” he replied. “Yeah” I said, before walking him over to the mirror. He stood and looked at his reflection for a moment, before I put my arm over his shoulder. “Yours now” I whispered into his ear. “That’s too much…” he began. “I love you” I said. “Nothing is too much.” We turned to face each other and melted into a kiss, almost like we didn’t have a roomful of men watching us, before separating and looking into each other’s eyes. “I love you too” said Bailey. “Alright lovebirds!” Sean shouted. “I thought we were here to fuck!” Everyone laughed, but it also broke the ice and allowed things to move on. Omar handed out the list of kinks and requests that Harry had put together, and then men began to pair or group up to get the sex started. Omar did indeed make a beeline for Josh, and our host was soon rimming him like crazy as he prepared to fuck him over a barrel. Sean, meanwhile, was bent over an adjacent barrel receiving a similar treatment from another of the older guys, who got him ready to take his first ever breeding from a non-housemate. Tom was chained to the St Andrew’s Cross again by two of the guys who then began to alternate fucking his eager hole, while Marcus was bent over against the wall next to his boyfriend and unceremoniously ploughed into. Sam and Tony, as they had requested, were taken to the pair of fuckbenches and tightly strapped in, with the pieces of apparatus positioned so they were at an angle to each other, allowing the boyfriends to see each other fully. Once secured, the two older men slowly began to enact the fantasy, starting by rubbing the studs with whips and paddles, before the first light blows signalled the start of the beatings. They never got too harsh, just giving enough force to their swats to have Sam and Tony groaning in lustful pain. They would only get a break when the men decided to fuck them, before the beatings would begin again. One of the older men had got himself down on all fours on the mat and soon had Leroy ploughing into him, while Hugh also got down on all fours so he could be fucked by another of Omar’s friends. Bailey and I, meanwhile, had been encouraged to bend over the back of a sofa. After the briefest of foreplay, we were impaled by Sid and Harry respectively, with me marvelling at how the giant new chain I was wearing felt as it swayed back and forth with each thrust of my body. I loved having Harry’s familiar cock back inside me after what had felt far too long, and happily settled in to a nice long fuck with him until he erupted inside of me. Sid had not yet blown, and whipped himself out of Bailey to take over in my hole, eliciting more moans of pleasure from me. Bailey, however, was encouraged off the sofa next to me by Harry, who walked him over to the unoccupied sling. Bailey lay back and put his ankles into the hoops, before Harry went over to the cabinet to get some supplies. “You’re taking a fist tonight I hear” he said, once he had returned. “I’d like to try” said Bailey, sounding a little nervous. “Well, we’ll need to get you warmed up for that” said Harry, “so I’m going to start by using some toys on you to get you stretched out.” “OK” said Bailey. “It might take a while” Harry said, plonking an ashtray down on Bailey’s chest, followed by a pocket of cigarettes, a lighter and some poppers that he slid into the sling next to his thighs. “OK” Bailey said again. “I’ll get you started, but others will take over” Harry continued. “Well fuck you a bit in between the toys to loosen you up, and then see how you do with the real deal.” “Cool” said Bailey, forming a weak smile. Thus it was that, as I settled in for a night of having a cock inside me nearly constantly, my boyfriend began his journey towards being able to accommodate much more. It was fucking hot to watch a succession of men use their fingers, cocks and an increasingly long and girthy range of toys to open him up, but it was Omar who finally took the plunge. With his hand and arm covered in sticky lube, and Bailey huffing poppers like crazy, the entry was slow but steady. Bailey was groaning like crazy as Omar’s fist stretched him wider and wider, and then he loudly yelped as it finally popped inside. Thereafter he seemed to have an easier time of it as Omar slowly reached deeper and deeper into him, and indeed he began to moan in pleasure so much that he made me wonder if it was something I might want to try someday too. Elsewhere in the room, the only constants were Tom being chained to the cross and getting fucked by anyone who fancied it, and pairs of guys taking it in turn to flog and fuck Sam and Tony. Oh, and of course me being impaled on a cock, in whatever position and location either I or the top chose. The rest of my housemates were flitting between top and bottom roles, happily fucking or being fucked by all of Omar’s friends. Chain-fucks, double-fucks, spit-roasts and of course all one-on-one positions you could think of were taking place, with everyone completely liberated, horny as hell, and eager to have as much fun as they could. Pauses were taken to smoke, drink and watch the other activities going on, but no-one was ever not fucking for very long. Sam, Tony and Bailey asked for a break from their kinks eventually. The two well-flogged guys took the opportunity to fuck a couple of Omar’s friends, before they had to be helped to apply some lotion to their backsides to ease their discomfort. With such sore backsides they struggled to be comfortable in quite a few positions, with Sam eventually deciding the sling was going to be his for the night so he could be fucked or have guys climb up on him to take a ride without any issues. Tony changed things up a bit more, bending over Sam or a sofa if he wanted to bottom, or just standing up straight to fuck other guys bent over in front of him when he was topping. They were happy though, and I did not doubt that they’d be enjoying some more of that treatment again in the future. Bailey came and lay down next to me, also feeling tender but very satisfied. He got in position to be able to suck my cock as the latest man fucked me, and then after I’d spurted in his mouth he got up on his knees next to me so we could have a deep kiss and share my cum. Sid took this opportunity to slide into Bailey, resuming their earlier fuck and actually breeding him this time. Tom was moved around the room a few times, but as with his first visit here, he remained chained up and impaled on at least one cock at all times. Whatever it was for him about being secured like that, I knew there probably was no limit to the number of cocks he could and would take in that situation. It did make me wonder if we could ever find a way to get him to three figures in one night, an achievement that I suspected would only be limited by the availability of men willing and able to fuck him. Everyone else, meanwhile, just continued to have whatever fun they felt like at any given moment, and as I knelt there on the sofa taking cock after cock, I felt my heart swell in glee watching my housemates be so unbridled and free. —————— EPILOGUE Having done my best to dry him off with a towel, I opened the door of the boot room to let Rusty run off into the house, before starting to peel off my own wet clothes and wellies. I had known rain was forecast, but that downpour had been something else and I was soaked to the skin. Throwing what I could into the washing machine and then hanging out my jacket on the radiator, I padded into the house in just my trunks, intent on having a warm shower. The dog and I had been forced to take shelter in the bandstand for quite a while as lightning snaked across the sky, and only when that part of the storm had passed did I feel safe enough venturing back out to make a dash for home. Still, I was late, and while I knew Bailey was also going to be a while yet too after his train back from Manchester had been cancelled, I was a bit annoyed at not having been here for the start of proceedings. I could hear from the sounds coming up from the basement that events were already underway, so I was eager to get downstairs. Rather than trekking to the far end of the building to my and Bailey’s apartment, I went into the downstairs guest bathroom and took a quick warming shower there, making only a cursory attempt to dry myself before I went back out into the hallway and down the stairs to join everyone else. All of Omar’s old equipment was still going strong, although we had added to the collection over the years. We had also formally re-named one piece as the St Tom’s Cross, which seemed fitting given how much of the last two decades the hunk had spent chained to it. The re-naming was, however, done only when he finally got his century. That had been a long weekend, and he suffered for it for several days after, but it was a real achievement and needed recognition. Sam and Tony had expanded their options for the S&M they so enjoyed, and we now had virtually the whole of the Hankey collection to satisfy Bailey’s need to occasionally take something obnoxiously big inside him. There was also a large glass display cabinet filled with colossal silver and steel chains as everyone had got into blinging up occasionally, with Leroy and Marcus now also owning their own collection like Sam, Tom, Bailey and I did. The house we lived in was, at its core, the same house we had shared at university. The realisation that none of us wanted to leave had dawned early in our third year as we all got ‘reacquainted’ after the summer, and over the course of that year we had worked up a plan to be able to stay. We all focused our job-hunting in the city, and had done surprisingly well given many of our chosen fields were perhaps better centred in London. We carried on renting the place, the agent happy to have tenants that looked after the place, and then when we were able we made an offer to buy it outright. It took a bit of negotiation, but we reached a deal with the agent, got in place the mortgages we needed, and dipped into family funds to cover the rest. Then, over the years as opportunities arose and our salaries increased, we bought both the neighbouring houses and gradually began to convert the whole thing into a complex of self-contained apartments. One of those houses had a large basement, which we got the necessary permissions to expand even more, and that became our playroom. When Omar’s health finally faded so much that he decided he needed to be in care, we gratefully took on the contents of his playroom while helping him to clear his house and move to the nursing home. Other friends of his gifted us various possessions as they aged, with it being clear they saw us as the new generation that could carry on their legacy. It was an almighty gut punch for me when Sid suddenly got sick and passed away, with Harry so heartbroken that he did not last a whole lot longer. Bailey and I in particular had remained close to them, visiting weekly even when their advancing years brought the sex fun to an end, so their untimely departures hit us hard. I openly wept in the solicitor’s office as I found out they had left their house, their belongings and their sizeable financial wealth to me and me alone, and I vowed then to make good use of it all. Some went into the ongoing works and mortgage repayments on our growing mansion complex, but most I used to help a struggling hostel for homeless poz youth secure its future rent-free. I asked merely that they named the house in honour of my two dearly departed friends. Twenty years on from university, we are all still incredibly fit, healthy and, being modest here, hunky. Everyone takes great care of themselves, although the house-wide month of quitting smoking together had tested our friendships to their very core. We go on and off meds, much to the annoyance of the long-suffering sexual health doctor we all go to see, and of course have had to have the occasional treatment for other things given our sexual proclivities. Bailey and I were the first to marry when we were 26, with the other four couples following suit by the time we were 32. All of these are open marriages of course, both in terms of the fun we all continue to have with each other, as well as with guests who come over or random guys we hook up with elsewhere. Josh and Sean are the most hungry for that kind of fun, with a real thing for bending over against glory holes to take any and all loads. They are particularly fond of one club in town which has two such holes next to each other, meaning they can be side by side rather than having to alternate. The big aspect of our lives now that wasn’t there at university is the gifting. Truly taking on the reins from Omar and his friends, our home is now a safe place for men to come and get what they need, and there sure are plenty of them in this city of frustratingly undetectable tops. Although we’re on and off meds, we coordinate so that there’s always a few of us who are nice and toxic, and sometimes we’re all pretty potent at the same time. We don’t tell the chasers this of course, all keen to have some fun even if a handful of us are shooting blanks, and our success rate is very good either way. We stay in touch with some of those who we’ve converted, but most just let us know the deed is done and are never heard from again, with some not even doing that. Still, we’re all pretty relaxed about it, happy with whatever the chaser feels comfortable with. On that particular afternoon, after I had finally warmed up in a quick hot shower, I headed downstairs wearing just my chains to join in the latest conversion party. It was one of those periods when all ten of us were toxic, and the chaser for today was an 18 year old rugby player in his first year at the university who had been exchanging messages with Sam. When I got down to the basement he was clearly in the sling as everyone was crowded around that, so I paused to grab a leather jockstrap from the drawers of stuff we kept by the bottom of the stairs, and then after putting that on I went over to observe the action. I could immediately see a slightly pale but pretty muscular lad lying back in the sling, his wrists and ankles in leather cuffs attached to the chains, and his head all the way back as he swallowed Tony’s cock. It was a hot scene, particularly with the pace at which Tom was fucking him. But then, he suddenly pulled off Tony’s cock and looked up, causing the bottom to drop out of my stomach. “Hi Uncle Aaron” he said, a big grin forming on his face as he was thrust back and forth. The room froze. I froze. Justin just kept grinning at me, quite manly now but still essentially the little tyke who had caused chaos whenever I went to see my eldest sister. My nephew. My fucking nephew. Impaled on Tom’s cock, tied up in our sling. My fucking nephew. “Holy fuck” I said. “Holy fuck” said Tom. “Holy fucking fuck” said Sam. Silence fell as everyone stared at me and I just stared at Justin. “Uncle Aaron” he eventually said. “Yes?” I asked. “Is it OK if he keeps fucking me?” he said, still grinning. “I’ve got rugby practice in the morning, and I want to get at least two loads from each of you before I have to go.” I gawped at him, and then found myself slowly nodding. Hesitating for a moment, Tom then began to thrust back and forth. I stepped back to catch my breath, unable to stop staring at Justin, and my nephew in turn now had his eyes locked on me. Holy fucking fuck… THE END I’m bringing this to an end here. I hope you enjoyed the journey that Aaron and his hunky housemates went on over that very special year. Maybe there’s a future spin-off somewhere inside me, but for now I think it’s time to tell someone else’s story. See you all again soon for some poztastic fun and frolics.

I Love when a faggot gets too high and ends up getting pozzed

They have been friends, for many years although any current zionist politician would agree. Golda Meier, in an interview said, "I was born a Palestinian. The only reason I am now Jewish is because Israel became a country which I live in". If required I am can repost her interview. Many other Jewish Rabbis & scholars have spoken of those days when at Festival times, the young Jewish & Palestinian children would be cared for by the party not in festival mode. As dogs & cats can live peacefully for years in households so too will the local Jew & Palestinian. This hate & mistrust can be broken but it will take many cool heads & young children sharing sweets & playing together before peace can truly be brought to the Levant.

Ages since I was there, last time I picked up a crab infestation.

I can't resist men with dicks like this. Uncut, juicy fore-skinned head, thick like a torpedo just behind the glans, and a decent bush to feel up on my hole when you're balls deep. These tend to make me spasm around them a lot.

love the pulsing cock perineum at the end with the cum coursing into the bottom

Hello beautiful bastard, It’s almost midnight and I am super tired, but I just wanted to shoot through a quick message. I hope you are moving through life with that signature chaotic energy of yours. I had my second vocal coach session today and I actually really loved it. We did a basic exercise where she told me to sing one note, then move up three notes, then move back down to the original note. I couldn’t do it. So she regressed to an even easier exercise and for the whole lesson, we just did pitch training, which was something I always wanted to do. Then toward the end, we started learning the song Chasing Cars, and she gave me some homework to practice pitch using a piano app. I’m going to dedicate an hour to it each night. I did a bit before, and I’m already getting better at it. I’m so excited to see where this will lead with consistent, focused practice every day, buddy. In other news, I’ve been talking to this guy named Agia. He’s from Indonesia, 36 years old, and works for a bank. He’s been showing up every day in our texts, which is pretty good, and the conversation is quite engaging. Actually, I’m talking to a couple of other guys on Hinge too, but most of them are very spotty with their replies, and some don’t reply at all, so it’s been hit and miss. I’ve got so many messages going on that I can’t remember who’s who. Yes, that will happen to us a lot moving forward. There will be times when no one messages you, and there are days when you might get half a dozen. During the slow periods, you still have yourself to keep you company, which is enough. I’m not going to lie to you though. There is this quiet loneliness that sits beside me these days, even though I feel content with myself. I feel whole and complete now, but there’s this ache for shared connection with someone. At the moment, it’s with you. But like I mentioned, it’s a one-way street. It’s like calling out into the darkness, hearing the echoes of my own voice, but not hearing anything back except myself. Finally, I want to shout out our job at Michelin. Talking to Agia and how stressed he is with his banking job makes me appreciate how much freedom we have in our current role. It never feels like a job to me, ever, because I go there, get a workout, and I’m able to listen to audiobooks and learn while I’m there—all while getting paid for it. A lot of people spend all their energy at work, and then have nothing left except to recover afterwards. We are not those people, and we have to be grateful for the fortunate position we’re in, buddy. Never forget that. Bedtime for me. Sleep tight, beautiful. Stay awesome. Chat soon. xx