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Part 8 (apologies again for the longer delay): I awoke the next morning feeling slightly hungover, but sexually very sated and happy. I know I shouldn't be cheating on Nate, but he'd left me unsatisfied and I would have been miserable if Chad hadn't helped me out. Nate was still asleep, which I was thankful for because I had leaked quite a bit of cum and it had dried on me, so I needed to wash off that evidence immediately. I left the bedroom and was halfway to the bathroom when I remembered that Chad was still here and I shouldn't wander around naked, but then again, Chad has seen me naked, so I guess that ship has sailed. Nate doesn't know this of course, so I decided I'd just tell him that I was half asleep when I went to the bathroom and didn't realize. After all, we usually make that trip naked so it's the default situation. In the shower I replayed the events of the previous evening, and while they were amazingly hot, and I guarantee I'll be remembering them when I wank, I really needed to be more careful about my cheating. Technically, I should stop the cheating altogether, but I didn't actually think I could do that now - I've become addicted. I'll just have to be a lot more sensible and careful. I'll have a chat with Chad and set some ground rules. Riding his cock while Nate was only a couple of rooms away, while the door was open was just far too risky, especially when Chad roared loudly while flooding my ass. Out of the shower, and dressed, clean, and no longer wearing any evidence of certain indiscretions, I made my way downstairs where Chad was already waiting. Nate chose that moment to wake up and make his own way to the shower. I said good morning to Chad and was about to take the opportunity while Nate was in the shower to set some ground rules about my cheating habits, but Chad cut me off, pulled his cock out and ordered me to suck him. I tried to protest, but he said that he'd never cum in my mouth and wanted to feed me a load, and now was a good time because we didn't have enough time to fuck. I realized that he wasn't going to take no for an answer, and honestly, his cock is beautiful, so I wanted to please it. I got down on my knees and worshipped his cock, remembering how good it made me feel when it was inside me. Chad told me to look up at him and at that point I noticed that he was filming me. I was scared, wondering what he would do with the video, but I was enjoying his cock, and my brain was determined to make him cum, as though I owed him a favor for breeding me only a few hours earlier. I got lost in the moment and didn't notice that the shower had turned off. I heard the bathroom door open, and Chad picked that moment to cum in my mouth. He wasn't as loud as the night before, but he definitely wasn't quiet, and there's no way Nate wouldn't have heard him. I swallowed every drop that he gave me, and then stood up while he put his cock away. I told him that I was concerned about the video, but he just said no to worry, it'd be just for personal use. Mostly. I didn't get a chance to ask what me meant by "mostly" because Nate walked down the stairs. The first thing he said was that he'd heard a noise and asked what had happened. Chad covered by saying that he'd whacked his knee on the edge of the table and that must have been what he'd heard. We were all at least a little hungover, I think, with Nate being in the worst state of the 3 of us, so we sat and had breakfast in silence. Well, if you count a large cup of strong coffee as breakfast. I was finishing my coffee when I got a message from George, which just said "fucking hot video. I'm jealous". I looked at Nate, who was fortunately off in his own world, and then Chad who just mouthed the word "oops" at me and grinned. Fuck. This was getting out of hand. Who else had he sent it to? What did the video actually show? How could I explain it if Nate saw it? And why was I hard?

I can't comment on whether other total bottoms will want you sucking their dicks, but there are definitely men there that are not hard and participating enthusiastically.

Mostly I prefer straight married bottoms, because they are so eager and it's something their wives can't really give them. Straight married tops vary so much - some are great topping a guy's ass, some are clueless, and some are sadistic narcissists. As a top/vers, I am very much NOT into being humiliated or knocked around or disrespected when I bottom - no shade on guys who DO enjoy that, it's just not my thing - and frankly, some of these married "tops" try so hard to be type-A alphas and fail so tragically... so my answer is the bottoms, but that's just my opinion!

I'm curious... At these hypothetical orgies, if I suck every cock presented to me, enthusiastically take every dick, lick every ass, and make out with every interested guy at an orgy, including other bottoms, but my dick doesn't get hard, am I still welcome?

My favorite part is when he cums in my mouth. Feeling his cock pulse, feeling each shot of cum and enjoying the taste before I swallow.

Still beats the days of author Mary Renault, and one-offs like "The Catch Trap" and of course Andrew Hollarans novels where all gay romances conveniently ended in death and tragedy. I tried a few of these books in my teens and early 20s (Mom's a librarian) and started throwing them against the wall - I refused to believe my life was destined to either be tragic, lonely, or end early. NONE of these has come to pass in my actual life BTW...

6. Damn my body was rocking in that video. After the cuck exposed me, somehow my video with Pat was also leaked. I wonder who did that? 🤭 Pat kinda became a mini amateur hot shot. A lot of OF stars had him as guests with the intent of trying to seduce him so he would prefer them over me. He never once strayed. Which meant he became more in demand, pulling some major hotties. But never strayed. Ever. But that’s today. We’re almost at Dday. In the days leading up to the Friday, I recorded a handful of videos with Pat where he babbles about how he will never love anyone as much as me. How Duyen is a cheap consolation. A bunch of those videos that I would trickle throughout their relationship to assert my dominance. Because through all this, I realized that Pat is another person who will do anything to please me. So I want to let him experience a different life, and when I’m ready, recall him. My original small dick cuck. But not my true love cuck. That honor belongs to Jesus. But I’m greedy, and I’m going to collect as many cucks as I can. So that Friday came and I told Pat to set up our bedroom. I told him to clear the areas where the cameras would go. He set up extra curtains and lighting in our bedroom. We were in there when Jesus knocked at the front door. I told Pat to stay. I got the front door. I buried myself into Jesus’s bear body. His burger sweats filled my nostrils. He bear hugged me and ran his magical hands over my body. I took his hands and brought him upstairs to the bedroom. He spotted Pat. Their first time meeting. Years or stories and tension swirled in the room. I wasted no time. I told Jesus to get naked and have a seat on the armchair. I got naked and grabbed the magical lube and waved Pat over. “You know what this is Patty?” He shook his head. “This is lube laced with meth to make me horny. The more that goes in my hole, the sluttier I become.” Pat was processing everything. “Come here,” I whispered. “The moment this lube enters me, we are done. It’s going in me no matter what. But you have a choice. Either Jesus can be the one to inject this, or you can Patty. You get the power to end this relationship by turning me into a whore. What do you say Patty? Do you want to push this in me? Or should Jesus?” “Me!!” Pat said. Jesus and I cackled. “Too bad,” Jesus said. He dipped his finger in the lube and stuck it up me. He poured some on his dick and pushed me down on his cock. Then he inverted me and poured more into me. My ass felt slick and warm. There was a bit left in the bottle and Jesus gave it to Pat and told him to finish me off. Take agency over his life. So he wiped the lube bottle and stuck his finger inside me and nutted in the process. Jesus and I laughed. I looked at Jesus and said I expect the guys to be hot. He leaned in to kiss me and said of course they are. He smelled kind of gross but I liked it. My ass was starting to burn, and I was starting to tweak. But I wanted to take off. So I told Jesus to smoke me out. Will make the room cloudy for the videos. My lover took out a pipe and fed me. I took like 10 big hits and the room was cloudy! Jesus and Pat took some hits too. I think everyone knew what was happening was once in a lifetime and to think of the consequences later. I was so high I was stating to dissociate. Game time. The guys Jesus found had been there this whole time or if they entered, I didn’t hear them. The first guy walked up and entered me in one go. I couldn’t fully see what he looked like because my vision was so blurry. But I knew he was muscular and tall. I also felt hair over Josh tight muscles. That and a blinding light every now and then that was followed by questions like “who am I” “what I do” “what is happening” “do I love this?” They fed me more meth and apparently Jesus had another thing of special lube. Jesus really outdid himself. He invited so many guys I had played with over the years. There was a constant trickle of guys for what felt like forever. I was so happy that at one point, after asking for more special lube, I hugged Jesus and slurred that I love him. People cheered. I couldn’t see who was in the room but from the sound of the cheers, it sounded like everyone who had fucked me so far. And that’s how the night/weekend went. Special lube and cock. My nirvana. And once the lube ran out, people slowly left until it was me, cuck, Duyen and Pat. Cuck followed my orders and texted everyone those videos he recorded. He posted it to X. I quickly got fired at work. Probably blacklisted too. But financially I was fine. Jesus and Pat were supporting me. I’m sure Pat was using Duyen’s money to support me too. That and the one off tips I got from guys who fucked me. They were paying for access to me body and to help preserve it. I was going to the gym, spa, bathhouse, anywhere not work. It has been one week since that night I lost consciousness from the magical lube, and I have loved every minute of it. I am always high and full of cum. I told Jesus that his next project is to find me a boyfriend that will replace him.

There is power in TRUTH!....

I think it is incredibly ironic how most of the lesson come on this site do so to explore the wild side of ourselves be it through kinks, fetishes, fantasy or discussions, yet when it comes to raceplay there are some people here who treat it like it's the worst thing ever conceived or executed! If it's not your thing that's cool then this nothing was not meant for you, so just move on! But when you treated like the end-all be-all when it comes to kinks, I find it's a bit subversive because there are plenty of blacks who enjoy raceplay, rather dominate or submissive! If we shame those who are into it, especially men of color, doesn't that perpetuate racism? You are limiting sexual expression!

I love pregnancy talk too. A guy saying he wants to put a baby in me is soooo fucking hot. Would 100% do it for real if it were possible. Would love to hear the details after

@blackrobe it definitely depends on the orgy/venue. I know of at least one venue that host orgies in LA that has it posted at the entrance to their darkroom that it is expected and you are agreeing to it by entering, which I know has no legal standing. I've also been to a number of venues and orgies outside the PNW where it isn't posted, but they pretty much function that way any way. It has been my observation right or wrong, that the lack of promiscuous orgy sex in the PNW makes guys do some strange things in desperation, as well as routinely seeing guys that never ever fuck or get fucked doing things that would be interpreted as consent in some venues outside the PNW and would get them practically "raped" if they didn't tell the other parties no. It's also easier to tell someone no without making a huge scene that kills everyone's boner in those places. I'll even admit it caught me completely off guard the 1st time I encountered it, I had gone to the Mardi Gras blackout party at Midtowne Spa in Denver, and entered their orgy room which was a writhing mass of guys fucking and had 4 guys impale themselves on my hard cock before I could get out of there. It was in 2000 and I wasn't a barebacker at the time, but it only took me 10 or 15 minutes to compose myself and go back in. I didn't personally make any real effort to stop them, I was stunned but definitely enjoyed myself. My only regret is that I didn't take advantage of it and back up on a few dicks since I wasn't a barebacker yet. I later learned that it was a common occurrence at Midtowne anytime they had a large crowd, not just blackouts and parties. Really the only difference in Midtowne and the Denver Swim Club that I was already very familiar with, was DSC wasn't completely dark which gave me time to react and my usually reaction was making them wait until I could put a condom on. However thinking back, I did let a guy impale himself bareback on me in the hallway in front of a gloryhole booth at DSC within 10 minutes of setting foot in a bathhouse the 1st time ever. I fucked him several more times with a condom before relenting and breeding him before I went home that 1st night, and quite a few times before moving to Portland in 2007. PNW bathhouses are a completely different world from my first bathhouse experiences, and may well be for the guys acting out of either stupidity or desperation in Seattle. I often wonder how PNW guys react when they see that kind of orgy happening in another geographic region of the country. Traveling, I almost always see guys that I've seen frequently at Portland bathhouse but have never seen them fuck or get fucked by anyone, when I go to Palm Springs or LA, and occasionally in Denver and wonder how they cope with the situation. Do they learn quickly to stay out of the group play areas or do they just leave? I'm usually busy having fun and haven't noted whether they are staying for any length of time. The venue that has the sign in LA, is my favorite spot in Southern California but they only host orgies on Thursday evenings and Sunday afternoons and aren't exactly advertised to the public so I've never run into a fellow Portlander there, but I do almost always see one or two at Club 541 in Palm Springs or Slammer in LA which are my second and third favorite spots and it does frequently happen in the darkrooms of both those establishments as well. As far as being raped, while I've frequently had guys impale themselves on my dick giving me a limited time to react, but have never had a guy try to force a dick up my ass in any venue where I didn't have plenty of time to react, so it may be more of a issue with bottoms than tops.

Different, interesting and can't wait for next chapter

5. Jesus kept fisting me for another 15 minutes or so. Then we got dressed and went to the nearest tattoo parlor. I got a tattoo that says “property of Jesus” right above my left cheek that run to my crack. It was a statement. Jesus said he wanted to get my name tattooed on him too and that I should decide where. I wanted it on his cock so everyone knows who owns that pathetic snub. The tattoo artist fucked me, and Jesus fisted me after. It was so hot. I got home and crashed on the bed with Pat. When the sun rose, I woke to Pat staring at my back. I knew what was coming would be so fun to rewatch. So I set up my phone and hit record. I looked over to Pat. He was processing the tattoo, but as expected, doesn’t say anything. Instead, he starts jerking his cock. He walks up to me and cums on my back, some of it hitting my tattoo. Pat had been more sexual lately. I noticed he was texting Duyen, my best friend from high school, more. The two of them hanging out and posting pics on snap and IG. Plus Pat was looking more jacked than normal. His muscles extra defined, like he’s been pumping extra hard at the gym. I wouldn’t be surprised if Pat saw the writing on the wall and found someone else, someone who would actually appreciate him. Duyen is an amazing person and will be a great partner to Pat. Unlike me who gaslit him and withheld sex from him to stoke his fears and anxiety. I’m happy for Pat. Duyen isn’t as hot as me, so I want Pat to enjoy my body while he still can. “Pat, come here. Do you see what’s on my ass?” He nodded. “Do you know what that means?” He shook his head. “Pat, don’t play dumb baby. You know what that means, don’t you?” He nodded. “Tell me. Say it out loud. What does it mean?” “We’re done.” “Close, but yes. We’re almost at the end, baby. You’re fucking Duyen?” He looked shocked. “It’s ok. Tell me. I’m not mad.” He nodded. “I’m happy for you baby. He’ll be good to you. But he’ll never be as hot as me. You agree?” He nodded. “You prefer to fuck me over him?” He nodded. “Say it out loud Pat. Who do you prefer to fuck?” “You, I prefer to fuck you over Duyen.” “If you married Duyen and I wanted you to divorce him so you can fuck me, would you do it?” He nodded. “Pat, I’m not fucking around right now. If you want to fuck me you need to speak up.” “I would divorce him without a doubt so I can fuck you!” And like that, I got on Pat’s pathetic cock and rode it. He came after three pumps. I looked directly at my phone. I sent the recording to Duyen with the message, “Just so you know who he truly belongs to. Have a good life 😘”

My criteria for dick size is this: can it get from his body to my body and deliver a load? Yes? Then why the fuck are we waiting? 😏

Thank you for sharing another hot chapter. So to answer the last line of the chapter the 1st thing is to say thank you and the 2nd is to beg for more of that raw Poz dick and creamy toxic seed 🥵☣️😈

You'll note I said I pushed him off or went soft, I didn't say anything out loud for just that reason. I'd already said no non-verbally twice to this guy, but don't think for a moment that douchebags like him don't *rely* on that "preserving the vibe" pressure to silence guys like me and get away without consequences. This kind of thing has happened to me before and I've been told I'm the problem for not letting a rapey little goblin do whatever they like to me. It sounded not at all dissimilar to what you said above. I didn't realize it was implicit in an orgy that anyone can do anything to anyone else that they like, even if they say no several times. The meta problem here isn't orgy etiquette, it's that gay men collectively suck at understanding and honoring consent.

I would take piss in my mouth, my body and inside my asshole.

Keep Thee Barefoot & Pregnant I would weekly.

4. One night, Jesus brought out a bag of food and asked me if I wanted to watch him eat it. I asked him what this was. He said he wants to fulfill my fantasy of getting someone to become fat. I asked him if he isn’t scared of me leaving him? And he said no. I asked why. He said he thinks I’m in love with him since we’ve been seeing each other now for nearly 3 years. Could that be true? Has it been 3 years already? And love him? The fuck? I don’t know if I love him, but I know my hole loves his hands. Our fisting sessions are almost like a healing ritual post-cumdump mode. I know I need those hands. Whatever. I tell him to start eating. I call him a fat piece of shit. He scarfs the food down. Burger after burger. When he’s done, I tell him to jack off inside me with his greasy hands. He happily obliged and my hole earned a nice load. He started doing this almost every night, bringing food and eating it in front of me. Sometimes I would jerk his cock while he ate. I let him cum inside me almost every time, to let him know I was really into this. He was growing, almost doubling in size by the fifth month. His breathing was more labored and he moved more slowly. It was so hot to see him transform his body like this for me. He knew I got off on power, and he was willing to supply an infinite amount. One night after his feeding, he got on top of me and I looked him dead in the eye. I said that now that he’s so heavy, even I can’t overpower him. So if he or anyone ever wants me full time, all they’d have to do is overpower me. Put the right drugs in me. And expose me. By this point, I was unsatisfied. I had been with Pat for 7 years. Bland. Boring. My job paid well but was soul sucking. I did make partner but hated the work. I wanted the only thing that’s ever made me happy in life: power. And with Jesus, I had all the power I wanted. I get to be a slut. So I gave Jesus instructions to fulfill my lifelong fantasy to be drugged and made a sex slave. I told him how to mix the meth into the lube. I told him what type of guys would make my pussy purr while high and videotaped. I told him where to position the cameras to get the best angles of my hole, physique, and face. I told him to make sure no one grabs my hair because I will get it done for the recording. I gave him my phone password. I was ready to have a new life, but I wanted it set up for me. After I gave him the instructions, I asked him two things. First, did he have any questions? He did not. I also told him to record my instructions with his phone, so he could always relisten. Second, where does he want his name tattooed on my body? His eyes lit up. “You mean it baby?” He asked. His burger breath repulsed me. He was always sticky from his body sweats, so there was a thin layer of constant BO. He repulsed me and turned me on at once. But I was falling for him. Or maybe I’ve long fallen for him and I’m just now acknowledging it. Whatever it is, I wanted his hands. I got on his lap and told him to fist me. His greasy hands squirted lube and started to work my hole. He simulated rubbing against my hole and putting something there. “Just like that?” He asked. I nodded. He inverted me and poured lube directly into my hole. Just like that. I nodded. He grabbed my throat and said no hair. As he squeezed my neck and worked my hole, I looked at him and said, “I love you.” I exploded and hit my eye and chin.

Well there have been other STIs that have been going around for a hell of a lot longer than HIV has been. Syphilis for instance has been a problem for at least 500 years. Chlamydia and gonorrhea have been issues for as long as anyone can tell. The same applies to HPV. So, no it’s not due to the “airplane and the liberal sex culture” that HIV Is a pandemic. Also, as far as that “liberal sex culture” goes, aside from a couple of specific cultures in history, prior to the advent of Christianity and its rise to political power in the Roman Empire during the 4th century CE, during the reign of Constantine’s grandson btw not Constantine, that repression of sex and sexuality became such a widespread and overarching theme. The Romans had always been a bit prudish before that, but combining the two just turned it into a marriage made in hell. That said, generally speaking attitudes towards sex and sexuality were for the most part always very liberal. Even both the Ancient Greeks and Romans had the general consensus that as long as the person was a full adult, not enslaved, consented, and had already raised children to become adults and marry in their own right, then it wasn’t anyone else’s business. Even the notoriously stodgy Puritans who quite literally hated fun in all its forms were some of the randiest little buggers in history. These are the same people who outlawed celebrations of anything and everything from births & birthdays to Easter and Christmas. Yet there are surviving reports of them constantly getting caught in the act with someone other than their spouse, with a homemade sex toy, with an inanimate object laying around the house or farmyard, with a random branch or rock, with domestic animals from household animals like dogs and cats to farm animals like cattle and goats, with wild animals, with trees, and even with the ground itself. No one was ever punished for any of this btw. They weren’t Catholics.

I had to reschedule the event to Monday the 20th. Everything else stays the same.

Amazingly twisted already.. More please. More!

bare ass chaps

Just left... texted me while i was making dinner and it's been 3 days since He last bred me. i start getting twitchy after going two days without being bred lol, and i have to go back on rotation at the hospital the next two days, and typically don't do any fucking when pulling 13 hour shifts. Totally relieved when He called and needed to fuck, instantly connects to my need to be fucked, like pulling on a leash and collar :-). i'm full of seed now and can resume making dinner minus the withdrawal symptoms. So grateful for Guys and sex and that amazing connection we can have with each other. Life is good.