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I like a guy who’s easy going outside of the bedroom, but once it’s time to fuck, he has no problem taking charge. I also like if he knows how to tease me subtly in public until I can’t take it anymore and then has me service him.

CHAPTER 3 , Helena's First Step The man led Helena into one of the private rooms, and she followed in silence, her heart pounding in her chest. The door closed softly behind them, sealing her inside the room with him, alone. "Relax," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. "This is your room. Your rules." She nodded, trying to force herself to breathe slowly and calmly. He started with gentle kisses, his touch deliberate and respectful, but as he undressed her, his hands grew firmer, more possessive. Her dress slipped to the floor, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, her skin hot with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He undressed in silence, revealing a strong, lean body, his erection fully erect and unprotected. Helena's breath hitched at the sight, her mind screaming warnings, but her body ached with desire. He guided her onto the bed, his grip firm on her wrist, and spread her legs with a single, dominant motion. "May I?" he asked, but there was no softness in his voice, only a raw, primal hunger. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. And then he was on her, his body pressing down on hers, his cock pressing against her entrance, hard and insistent. He entered her with a single, brutal thrust, shearing into her, impaling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp, intense pain that quickly morphed into a dark, twisted pleasure. Her entire body responded violently, a mix of terror and euphoria coursing through her veins like a drug. One in twenty, her mind screamed. One fucking chance in twenty that you're about to get infected by a stranger. The reality of it, the raw, brutal truth of it, sent a shiver of dark excitement down her spine. He started to move, his hips snapping against hers, each thrust deliberate and deep, a claiming, a conquering. He was not gentle, not soft, not kind. He was a stranger, a mask, a potential threat, and he was fucking her raw, unprotected, unrestrained. And she was loving every fucking second of it. Her nails dug into his back, her hips met his thrusts with a desperation that matched his own. She was surrendering, giving in to the primal, dangerous allure of it all. He was grunting, his breath hot and heavy in her ear, his body slick with sweat as he pounded into her, claiming her, using her. And she was his, completely, utterly his in that moment, a willing participant in this dangerous, exhilarating game. His pace quickened, his body slamming into hers with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. She could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and she knew he was close, working his way to his climax. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting, the scent of sex and sweat and something more primal, more dangerous. She was torn, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. Should I ask? Should I find out? Or should I just let it happen, let him finish, let him come inside me, let whatever will be, be? The question sat on the tip of her tongue, a heavy, pulsing presence, a decision that felt like a matter of life and death. Her heart pounded, her body ached, and her mind raced, a dizzying mix of fear, excitement, and uncertainty. She was on the brink, teetering on the edge of a precipice, and she knew that once she asked, there would be no going back. The tension was insane, a crazy, exhilarating, terrifying tension that had her on the verge of screaming. And then, in a moment of sheer panic, she blurted out the question, her voice a shaky whisper, "Are you?" He paused, his body still buried deep inside hers, his voice a low, steady rumble, "No." A wave of relief washed over her, a relief so profound it left her dizzy and lightheaded. But with that relief came a sense of loss, a fading of the crazy tension that had been building between them. It was over, the moment of truth had passed, and now it was just a fuck with a stranger, raw and primal, but lacking the electric charge of the unknown. His breathing grew ragged and desperate. "May I come inside you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. This was it, the final question, the ultimate decision. She whispered back, trembling, "Yes." His release exploded inside her, a warmth that flooded her, seeping into her most intimate places. She lay there, breathless, as he held himself inside her, releasing every drop, the rush of it all unlike anything she had ever felt. The gamble was complete, and she was left reeling in the aftermath. Helena rejoined the others, her body still throbbing with the aftermath of her encounter. Mia looked up at her, her eyes wide with a mix of fear, envy, and uncertainty. "You... you did it?" Mia stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Helena nodded, trying to hide the mix of emotions swirling within her. Lisa's grin widened, a triumphant and excited glint in her eyes. Rachel, ever the stoic one, simply stared at the floor, her expression unreadable. The tension in the group was palpable, a thick, heavy blanket of unspoken words and lingering doubts. Mia fidgeted nervously, her hands twisting in her lap, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "I... I want to go home," she managed to stutter out, her voice trembling with anxiety. The others exchanged glances, the reality of their situation settling in. The night had taken a toll on them all, and the once-exciting dare now felt like a heavy burden. They decided to call it a day, the weight of their experiences too much to bear any longer. As they gathered their things and made their way out, the air thick with the remnants of their dangerous game.

CHAPTER 2 , The Arrival The car ride was tense, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. The weight of their decision had finally settled in, and the women rode in silence. Rachel sat by the window, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, lips pressed into a thin line. Mia clutched her purse in both hands, her thumbs tapping nervously against each other. Lisa, on the other hand, was glowing with anticipation, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Helena stayed silent, her gaze fixed forward, her heart pounding beneath her calm exterior. The building was discreet, blending seamlessly into the night. There were no signs, no lights, no windows, just a single door that promised a world unlike any other. Two well-dressed attendants greeted them without a word and led them inside. With each step, the outside world dissolved, leaving them in a sleek, softly lit reception hall. At the main desk, a woman in black met them, her voice a soft whisper. "Welcome to Roulette Night. You are fully informed of the rules?" The four women nodded, their expressions a mix of nervousness and resolve. She handed each of them a simple document outlining the rules: No condoms permitted. Twenty male partners. One HIV positive, untreated. No medical testing provided. Participants trust the integrity of the process. Women may ask the man at any point: ‘Are you the infected one?’ The man must answer truthfully. Silence after disclosure equals consent. Each woman signed, their names looking strange and formal at the bottom of those cold, clinical pages. The central lounge was elegant and muted, a stark contrast to the pulsating energy of the city outside. Twenty men stood scattered throughout the room, each wearing identical black masks, their anonymity absolute. The women were unmasked, the unspoken message clear: You are exposed. They are not. Soft music played beneath quiet conversation, and waiters moved discreetly with trays of champagne. The four friends huddled briefly in a corner, their voices low. "I hate this already," Rachel whispered sharply, her eyes scanning the room with disdain. Mia’s voice trembled as she spoke, "We don’t have to do anything. We can just watch." Lisa grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But we can do more than that. That's the point, isn't it?" Helena simply nodded, her pulse throbbing in her throat. The danger felt alive here, palpable and intoxicating. The men moved with a predatory grace, circling politely, speaking gently, never pushing. It was not a crude meat market; this was about temptation, about the thrill of the unknown. Helena quickly caught the attention of a tall, sharp-eyed man. His voice was deep and confident, sending a shiver down her spine. "You’re new," he stated, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes," she answered softly, trying to hide her nervousness. "You control everything," he reassured her. "No one forces you here." "I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But he leaned in closer, his breath warm on her ear. "But you’re drawn to the edge, aren’t you? Where control becomes… less certain." Helena's stomach flipped, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She was here, and there was no turning back.

Too bad he didn't have some friends come over and use you Anon

This story contains dark psychological elements, and extreme consensual scenarios intended purely for fictional entertainment. If you somehow visit this forum and are still easily offended, overly politically correct, or uncomfortable with explicit material involving psychological submission and risky behavior, you are advised not to read further. Although I know a Helena and a Mia, all characters are entirely fictional and over the age of 18. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. I have been lurking on this forum for a long time. Here is my little pervert gift to you all. I hope you enjoy it. Motier1815 (ObsidianPulse) Into the Crazy Room CHAPTER 1 , The Dare The year was 2001, and dangerous ideas often started as jokes that spiraled out of control. Helena and her friends were gathered around Rachel’s dining table for their monthly "Girls' Night," a setting familiar to them all. The table was set with early 2000s decor, and the air was filled with the scent of wine and the low hum of a CD player in the background. Wine poured freely, as did their deepest secrets. Four successful, independent women in their late twenties, each restless in their own right, found themselves drawn into a web of intrigue sparked by Lisa's casual question. Lisa, ever the boundary-pusher, leaned in after her second glass, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Ever heard of Roulette Night?" she asked, her tone as nonchalant as if she were suggesting a new restaurant. The others looked up, curiosity piqued. Rachel, ever the pragmatist, was the first to respond. "Sounds like a casino," she said flatly, taking a sip of her wine. Lisa’s grin sharpened, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. "It’s not," she replied, lowering her voice to a near whisper. "It’s a private party. Fetish scene. Bareback only. No condoms allowed." Rachel raised an eyebrow, a mix of disbelief and intrigue on her face. "Really? That’s bold," she said, leaning back in her chair. Mia raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. "What is it then?" she asked, her voice laced with caution. Lisa leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Out of the twenty men attending, one’s HIV positive," she revealed, letting the bombshell hang in the air. The room froze, the weight of her words settling over the group like a shroud. Helena’s breath caught in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. By 2001, HIV/AIDS was better understood, but the stigma and fear were still very real. Mia whispered, her voice barely audible, "You mean… actually positive?" Lisa nodded, her eyes never leaving theirs. "Yes. Untreated," she confirmed, her voice smooth and unyielding. Rachel shook her head sharply, horror etched on her face. "That’s insane," she declared. "So… no tests? Nothing?" she asked, her voice rising in disbelief. Lisa shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that only served to heighten the tension. "Only their word," she said, her tone dismissive. The table went silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Lisa continued, savoring every word, "While you're with your partner, you’re allowed to ask him directly: ‘Are you the infected one?’ He must answer truthfully. If he lies, he's banned forever. After his answer, you decide. You can say no at any time, and he pulls out. But if you say nothing..." Lisa let the silence hang, the implication clear. "...it's taken as consent." Helena felt a strange pulse deep inside her, a mix of fear and exhilaration. The idea of a five percent chance, nineteen clean, one infected, with no real proof, wrapped around her brain like silk and thorns. Mia looked sick, her face pale and drawn. "One of us could get it," she whispered, her voice trembling. Lisa shrugged again, her smile predatory. "Or none of us. The odds are in your favor," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "But they're not zero," Mia whispered, her eyes wide with fear. Lisa smiled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "And that’s exactly why it’s exciting," she declared. Over the following weeks, Lisa kept returning to the idea, her enthusiasm unwavering. Rachel resisted the hardest, but even she couldn’t fully turn away. Mia said little but grew more visibly shaken every time the topic came up. Helena kept her own battle private, afraid of how much the idea thrilled her, the risk, the irreversible danger, the ultimate surrender. Lisa’s final move came when she dropped the invitation on the table weeks later. ROULETTE NIGHT, PRIVATE INVITATION. Rachel stared at it like it was a weapon, her face a mask of horror and disbelief. Mia simply exhaled, her breath shaky and uncertain. Lisa’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "One night. One chance. Watch if you want. Nothing more , unless you choose," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous promise. The early 2000s decor and the low hum of the CD player seemed to fade into the background as the gravity of their decision settled in.

I sometimes bottom for a older Dominant Top who I believe take the little blue pills. I've sucked on his hard dick for over an hour. I am literally having jaw pain from the never ending sucking and he's just sitting there holding me down on him.

No King protest was super successful. I’m glad there was REAL Americans protesting this awful administration.

We should make that happen lol

Never thought about it but this sounds fun ngl lol

@nymidtowneast Glad you are enjoying where I am taking the story! The next few chapters after this are going to be a bit less sex themed, so I hope you enjoy those as well. @kitpig Definitely the goal I was going for. @plisken Thanks! I'm trying to keep it interesting, and glad you enjoyed it! @Docebrown Like I said before, this chapter is the last for a few chapters that is sex themed, hopefully you still enjoy them! Currently, I am still working on the other stories for the Bareback Chronicles thread (if you haven't checked it out, please do). This shouldn't effect updates here, as I have now two extra chapters written waiting for proofing and touchups. Enjoy! ----------------------------- Lesson 12- Beta Testing My first lap around the park was quiet, nobody else seemed to be in the park as darkness began to set in. I felt a bit disappointed, as I had hoped that maybe I would see someone. Maybe it's too early, I guessed, playing with the smoke as I walked. The next two laps also proved fruitless and I noticed that the cigar was nearly spent. Feeling a renewed sense of energy, I wasn’t quite ready to leave. However, the spent cigar presented a problem. My mind quickly went back to the scene in the tattoo parlor. Remembering the small convenience store across from the entrance to the park, I made my way quickly to it, letting my eyes adjust to the bright interior before looking around. The small store was rather clean, and I decided to make my way to the fridges lining one wall, grabbing a bottle of sport drink before going up to the counter. I felt somewhat sweaty from the humid evening outside and waited as the clerk rung the person up in front of me. I began to feel slightly nervous as they finished and I stepped up to the counter. “That's all for you?” the middle aged man asked, grabbing the bottle of blue liquid and scanning it. “Um, I’ll also take a pack of Marlboro Reds,” I said, worried that my nervousness would leak into my voice. “ID?” he replied, reaching up and grabbing the red and white package. At first, I realized that my wallet was still at home, forgotten on the top of my desk in my room. Suddenly, a voice next to me spoke. “Here,” the man said, handing over his plastic card. I looked over and was instantly greeted by the man from the park a week ago. “Make it two actually,” the man said, getting a slight nod as the clerk grabbed another. “$24.73,” the clerk announced, and grabbing my phone, I opened the wallet app and tapped the card reader. A soft ding played on my phone, and I quickly pocketed it as the man grabbed both packs. I followed as he walked out and crossed the street to the park. We walked in silence for a bit before finding a more secluded bench deep in the park. “Thanks for helping me out back there,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “No worries, I owed you for the lighter last week,” the man said, expertly smacking the pack and opening it, before pulling out one and lighting it expertly, exhaling a massive cloud of smoke in the process. Following his lead, I did the same, fumbling slightly as I opened the pack and then pulled one out. With a flick, he lit the cigarette and I did the same as him, inhaling hard. “No cigar tonight?” he asked, negligently draping his arm around my shoulders, spreading his legs as he spoke, “Hope I didn’t get you in too much trouble with Mike and Greg.” I let out a hard cough, nearly losing the cigarette in the process at his words. “I’m Dave by the way,” he said, chuckling at my surprise, running his fingers along my shoulder, “Showed Mike and Greg your picture from the other night and got quite the inquisition. We all go way back.” I nodded at Dave, unable to speak. “So, I'm looking to try out the app tonight,” he said, smiling. How did he know about that?! I thought with a start. “With the look on your face, I’m guessing you want to know how I know,” he said with a smile, taking a deep drag before blowing it out in a stream, “Got the alert as soon as you logged in here. They said you’d probably be beta testing it tonight, so I figured I'd make sure that I’d be available for any onsite support and ‘debugging’ it might need.” He let out a chuckle at his word play, watching as I slowly nodded, taking in what he said. “Oh… so… you created the site?” I asked, catching on as he smiled at me “Yeah, though the QR code thing… have to admit that was some genius marketing on Greg’s part” Dave said, smiling. “Oh…” I said, unsure what else to add to our conversation at the moment. “First things first,” he said, standing up, “Let’s go see if it's working how they want.” Walking off, I followed in silence, unsure what was going to happen. I walked and smoked the cigarette, following Dave likely looking like a lost puppy. Finally, we arrived at a squat brick building deep in the park, looking slightly more run down than the others. “Go on in,” he said, tossing the spent butt down and holding the door open as he pulled out another cigarette, lighting it immediately. I walked in and noticed that the rundown look also was evident inside. I looked at several of the open stalls, seeing crude holes in the walls of the stalls, before finally walking into the large stall at the end. “Still a little early yet,” he said, noting the empty restroom, “Go ahead and pull your pants down.” With that, I pulled the sweatpants down and bent over slightly, as he pulled out his phone. Snapping a quick picture, he tapped a few times on the screen and waited. “They’re probably still driving,” he said, nonchalantly, drawing hard on the Red, “Might take a minute.” Finally, my phone let out a buzz. Pulling it out, I took a look. It was a new message from a random 5 digit number. Opening my phone, I read the message. “PIGLOADR: Bareback breeding request approved. NOTE FROM MAIN ACCOUNT: Glad to see you trying out the app for Dave, boy. Make us proud. -Greg” Slowly, I noticed Dave gave me a smile, looking over my shoulder and reading the message. “Nice. Probably just delayed from their cell signal,” he said, nodding to himself as he spoke. Slowly, he pulled his pants down, gently closing the stall door and giving his cock a few gentle tugs. “The guys have been raving about this hole of yours,” he said, dripping his thumb deep into my hole as he spoke, “Shame they locked that nice cock of yours up, but I bet they’ll unlock it soon enough. Would have loved to feel that thing in my guts, flooding my bugged hole with your neg swimmers.” I groaned as his thumb was quickly joined by another finger. “Got the same tainted DNA as your two dads in these balls,” Dave said, smiling down at me as I looked back and up at him, having bent over as he played with my hole, “Could call me your uncle so to speak. Me, Ben, and a few other guys all got converted by the same maker. Same as your two dads.” I watched Dave record the scene with his phone, likely for another upload. “Time for another Red in those lungs boy,” he said, hauling hard before bellowing out a large jet of smoke from his nose, pulling his fingers out of my ass. I quickly dropped the butt in the toilet before shakily pulling out another and lighting up. “Yeah, good boy, flood those lungs with smoke and get yourself nice and addicted,” he said, tugging his cock, “Can’t wait to see what all the hype is about on this ass.” I nodded, bracing myself across the back of the toilet, gasping slightly as Dave plunged deep in my ass in one solid movement; Mike and Greg’s loads allowing for quick entry. “Fuck that’s a nice juicy hole,” Dave said, holding still deep inside me as he spoke, “Definitely a 5 star boy pussy.” I groaned as he somehow flexed his cock inside me, his cock wiggling somewhat. “Yeah, definitely going to enjoy breeding you,” he said, smiling wickedly, “Stand by and see a few more guys test you out before I send you home with a second load from me.” I nodded again, groaning as Dave quickly pulled back and slammed hard into me. “Really does stay surprisingly snug, even with the abuse it got today,” Dave groaned appreciatively, “You like raw dick in you boy? Looking to get bred tonight, right?” “Yes sir, thank you sir,” I said, whispering, “I love getting bred by men.” “You need to be knocked up, don’t you,” he asked, picking up pace a bit as we smoked, “Tell me what neg boys like you need.” “I need pozzed up,” I moaned, letting out a slight yelp as he smacked my ass and gave it a jiggle, “I want to be turned into a poz pig and give a real purpose as a cum dump.” “Yeah, boy, you’re nothing but a useless cumdump needing a real purpose,” he said, taking long hard strokes inside me, slamming as hard as he could deep within me, driving the remaining loads in my ass deeper, “Can’t wait for you to get the fuck flu and we all get to recharge you before other guys get a chance at adding their strain.” I groaned at the thought, remembering the stories I had read. I wondered at how I would convert. Would it be like getting the flu? Fever, body aches, rash… all the symptoms. Or would it be more mild, barely a sniffle. “Yeah, boy,” Dave said, smiling, “Gonna load this cunt up really soon. Tell me what’s going through your mind, you nasty fucking pig boy.” “I want to get the fuck flu and feel you guys flood me with more of your virus, and let it take over,” I groaned, letting myself go mentally as I focused on the fuck, “Go around and get more strains to bring home and share. Become a depraved pig for anyone to use.” “Fuck boy, got me real close,” Dave said, smacking my ass as he fucked it harder and faster, “That’s what your purpose is in life, isn’t it?” “Oh god… yes….” I said, feeling that same feeling as before began to take over, the inside of my ass feeling both tighter and more sensitive, “Oh god…. Please… please give it to me…” Suddenly, my ass gave out and I began to twitch and moan, my ass clenching and releasing over and over, causing my body to convulse slightly as I felt my ass starting to drip onto the dingy tiles of the floor. “Oh shit man, your ass is fucking quaking,” Dave said, driving with all his strength into me. I couldn’t speak any longer, barely letting out a choked screech as the tremors racked through me, my mouth opening in a gasp and causing me to drop the cigarette. “Fuck, here it comes boy,” Dave said, picking up an even faster pace, driving my anal orgasm into overdrive, dripping even more onto the ground. Suddenly, Dave gave out several pained gasps and I felt as his cock squirted hard inside me. We both stood there in silence as I panted, fingers gripping on the toilet until the knuckles were white, my toes curling in my shoes. “Damn… pig must be in heat from all this juice it just squirted,” Dave said appreciatively, giving out a pained hiss as he pulled out in a quick jerk. He gently guided me to sit down on the toilet, my legs feeling like jelly as I sat. “Fuck yeah, pig in training for sure,” he said pointing the camera at my stomach before shutting off his phone. Gently, he reached behind my head and pulled it back by my hair. Taking a deep drag, he kissed me deeply, swapping his smoke with me. Finally, we broke apart and he let out a deep chuckle. “That’s going on the front page for sure,” he said, giving my face a light slap. Slowly I sat there and recovered before we both froze, listening. The guy moved over to the stall next to ours before sitting down and closing the door. After a short wait, he shuffled around and faced our partition. Gently, a large black cock slid through the hole. “Time to get to work, boy,” he said, gently pushing my face onto it. I slowly began to suck the large cock as Dave exited the stall, knocking on the next one’s door. The guy pulled his cock out and I waited in silence. I could vaguely hear the two whispering before the two returned. Before me stood a tall, slightly overweight black man. “Go ahead and pull out your phone man,” Dave said, before motioning me to stand up and bend over. There was a slight ding from the man’s phone as he scanned the code, followed by a few tapping sounds until finally there was the sound of a whoosh. After a minute, my phone dinged again. Grabbing it, I took a look. “PIGLOADR: Bareback breeding request denied. NOTE FROM MAIN ACCOUNT: You know the rules. Condom only or down your throat. -Mike” Reached down and pulled a condom before handing it to the man. “The fuck am I gonna do with this shit,” he said, tossing the foil wrapper on the ground, as Dave began whispering in his ear, “Oh… yeah. Won’t fit on me. You sure I can’t hit that ass bare?” I shook my head no, watching as Dave pointed to the man’s phone screen. After a quick talk, the man pulled open my mouth. “I’ll have to bring some next time just for you, fucking slut,” the man said, spitting on my face before rubbing it around with his hand. Finally his thumb caught on my lips. “No fucking teeth or I beat the shit out of you, got it,” he announced, shaking his cock at my face. The large cock was quite girthy and decent in length, “Would rather drain my cock snot in that white college boy ass, but I guess I’ll take some head instead.” I got quickly to work, doing my best to take the rapidly growing girth as the man grabbed my head and began to fuck his cock deep down my throat. I gagged a few times before he pulled back off. He lasted a total of maybe 5 minutes before finally pulling out and shooting all over my face. “Yeah, fucking looking prettier already with my tainted spunk sprayed across that bitch face,” the man said, giving a slight nod to Dave before he walked out and another man entered the stall. I hadn’t even noticed, having been preoccupied during the angry face fucking. Into the late evening I took several more guys, all but one being forced to have a condom. Throughout the process, Dave took to explaining the features of the app almost ignoring my presence as he spoke to the different men. Finally, I told Dave I was about done, and he quickly got behind me and began to fuck another large load into me, barely speaking. “Fuck yeah, take it man,” he said, humming quickly before giving my ass another quick spank. Drained, I nodded and silently pulled my pants back up. “Give me your phone,” he said, and I silently did so, handing it over to him numbly. He tapped on the screen a few times before turning the phone around. “Don’t forget to log out, that way you stop getting requests,” he explained as we walked out of the bathroom, “Look look beat. Bet you’ve had a long day.” I nodded, tired. “I’ll drive you home to Mike and Greg’s,” he said, grinning at me as we walked through the park, “You did awesome by the way. I really appreciate you helping me out with the app testing. Everything seems to be working.” “No problem, I’m glad I could help,” I said tired, giving Dave a drained smile, as he slowly turned towards me and gave me a kiss. “So sweet. Fuck, wish I’d have had first crack at you,” he said, smiling again before leading me to a rather nice looking sedan. I sat in silence in the car as we drove the short distance to my neighborhood, getting out of the car in front of Mike and Greg’s still dark home. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” Dave said, turning in his seat as put the car in park, letting the engine idle. I gave a nod, and slowly walked home, watching as his car drove off. Entering my house, I took a quick look into the living room, noticing the news report on the tv, both my parents snoring on the couch. My mind felt numb as I watched the reporter talking to a man in a suit, looking flushed and angry as he spoke. Something about a massive operation under way in Berlin. My brain felt too numb to really take in the report as I walked out of the living room and up the stairs. Coming to my bedroom, I emptied my pockets out. The used condoms and bottle of forgotten poppers went into the fridge and the partially smoked pack of cigarettes joined the pipes and cigars in my closet. Feeling as the loads slowly leaked out, I grabbed the plug from earlier in the day and shoved it into my ass, feeling as it easily went into the wrecked remains of my hole. Sighing happily, I pulled back the covers of my bed and crawled in, shutting the light off as I did and quickly went to sleep.

Sadly my High School change room did not have shower facilities. I played waterpolo though and we practiced at the pool in the nearby rec centre. I got to see lots of cocks not just team mates but also other men using the facilities.

OK.... so... voting is over. All of you (and the previous comments I was able to find in my email) have put me in quite the pickle here. After counting, the final results are as follows: A) 21 points B) 21 points C) 25 points D) 15 points That leaves there being a two way tie for the second story. In order to keep updates on schedule, that only means one thing. There will be THREE stories posted. This means that I'm going to be writing a lot over the next few days. The first story is ready to go, and thus will follow here shortly, and I'll post the other two hopefully next week (work takes priority... sorry). I blame all of you conspiring to get more out of me here. All of you are to blame! 😆 I'll post the choices for the next story choices at the end of the 3rd story. Thanks for all of you voting to make this story thread a success.

Great story. Would love to have one of my bathhouse visits be like this.

Damn hot story!

Jackson—June, 2024 I waited a few days before I went looking for sex again. Saturday afternoons had been really good in the video playspace—the one with gloryholes and the medical exam table. I packed a lunch, and arrived there right after noon… The number of men is less than the last Saturday I played here, but it can still be called a crowd. I sit in an area where I can see four screens playing four different types of porn. I get hard. Across a small table from where I sit, a much older man is also stroking his thick cock, a dick that won’t quite stand up. He turns to me and nods. I nod. He comes over and his incredibly soft hand, reaches for my cock. His fingers encircle me. “Nice…” he murmurs as he slowly strokes the length of my dick. His dick has gotten fully hard now. He is uncut, the angry red head mostly hidden by folds of extra flesh. I keep waiting for him to suck me, but so far, he’s made no move. After a long moment of just his hand, he straightens up. This brings his hard cock closer to my mouth. I lean over and take his entire dripping dick to the root. He lets out a gasp of surprise…and explodes. It’s a huge load, for any man, but especially a man his age. He shakes and moans loudly. I keep him in my mouth until he can’t take any more of the exquisite agony of my tongue licking up every drop of semen caught in the folds of his foreskin. He thanks me profusely and leaves. I wander. I go to the medical exam table and sit next to it. It’s trans porn here and I don’t much care—but there is a hung daddy, around my age, stroking to it. He brings his hard cock right over to me. He’s thicker than I thought. I have to really be careful of my teeth. His cock is now constantly runny with pre-cum. At first, the flow is so heavy, I think I have made him cum, but no. He is just making more and more sex juice. I swallow hungrily. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he says as he pulls out. “You got a good tongue.” He looks down at my cock. “And a nice dick.” I stand up. I hold both our dicks, pressed together in both my hands. We are twins. In length, in girth and the same flared cock head. “Let’s go feed some cocksuckers,” he suggests. We go to the slurp ramp. We choose side by side holes to feed the unknown men in the booths in front of us. My guy is good. My twin seems to like the guy on his dick. After three or four minutes we switch. This new guy I find rather toothy, but I put up with it. I watch the other top’s face register the pleasure the guy behind the wall is giving him. The guy on me, suddenly pulls off my cock. I can hear his ragged breath. Back-to-back anonymous big dicks poking through a gloryhole have gotten him off. I pat my new friend on the shoulder and go off… * I find the short, shaved headed man I often fuck here lounging on the medical table. I eat his hole for a moment—though I don’t think he cares for me doing that. I stand up and fuck. Almost instantly I can tell he is not deep cleaned. I pull out. He apologizes and goes home to spend more time with his bulb. I wash up. I stroke to some gay porn in the room next to the restroom. I stroke at the spot I started the day. Still no takers. The crowd has thinned, but there are still men. I can hear them in the cabana behind me. I go out to my car and eat lunch. I see the shaved head guy return as I am eating my carrots sticks. I finish up and go find him. We fuck…But he’s tense he still isn’t clean. I wonder that, too. He is, but the fuck isn’t good for either of us. I see my twin dick watching us—so I let him take over. I stand and jerk to his fuck of Shaved Head. Even that doesn’t do it for me. I wander some more. I finally get someone interested when I sit on the couch near the slurp ramp. He’s my age, and good with his tongue. His cocksucking is pleasant, but it is never going to get me off. I let him continue, as nothing else is happening. Men have evaporated. The place is almost deserted now. When the guy on his knees gets tired, I decide to go home… * Some fun moments. But I have to wait until the next day to actually get off… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finding My Twin July 16, 2024

I loved using the showers at school after PE. I went to a school affiliated with a large university so we used one of the university's older gyms that was down the block from the school for PE. I used to beat off thinking about all my classmates' cocks. If I was lucky I'd get to see a college student using the shower, too. It was the start of me loving jocks and underwear too. I also got to see one of my gym teachers nude while showering. He was short, thick and hairy. Which is still a type I love today.

I love how everyone does exactly what they’re supposed to do. I love just seeing what stud needs to breed because he knows he’s built to fuck and and love taking his seed like my hole’s built to do

Hell yeah. No forcing here, I want to share it.

Once the top has a nice rhythm going I will start moaning cum inside me.

So hot

Post here your pissing pics.

Yes only three. Once upon a time there were at least six. I do my best to hitting to out of three. I rotate through Steamworks and Spa Excess plus Club Hamilton in Hamilton. I have not been to Anvil yet. It just opened earlier this year and is on my todo list for this summer. At the moment I am caring for a relative who had a hip replacement recently so until they are fully mobile again I have had to pause my bathhouse trips. It is top of my list when I am able to play again. Hope you can get up here sometime. 🇨🇦 would love to have you. I’d love to hook up with you at one of the baths and have you breed me.