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!!NEW STORY!! (Desired Obsessions will be an anthology series exploring themes, this thread centering around reunions too hot to turn from and too dark to not indulge in) DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II Part One: Long Games Felix burrowed under his blankets, a cocoon of total darkness that was supposed to bring sleep. It was useless. For an hour, he’d tried to ignore the nasty thoughts swirling in his head, but they only kept him tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded trail over his nipples, down the sharp ‘V’ of his hips, across the caramel skin of his inner thighs. A touch he melted into. Rolling onto his stomach, he peeked out. 4:05 AM. The red digital numbers glowed. He’d been chatting with some dude from an app, but the screen was dark now, the conversation having gone cold long before. But he thought of the pics the dude had sent: a thick, uncut, hairy blonde cock from four different angles. One of them had a can of lighter butane next to it for size reference. Slowly, he ground his hips into the mattress. A low, "Mmm," escaped his lips as an erection began to press into the bedding. "Yes…" he whispered, giving in to the inevitable. Sleep wasn't coming. "I’m gonna get spun." But what kind of night should this be? Felix was no stranger to wild nights, quickly bored by anything mild. Something new, he thought. The raw, the unfiltered. He moaned again, pushing his hips off the bed, arching his back until his ass was high in the air, an offering to the empty room. An idea struck. "And why not get lit that way?" He threw the blankets off, went to his nightstand, and opened the drawer, retrieving a small black case. Inside were a few small containers of party favors and a liquid syringe. He uncapped one, trying to remember the amount his friend had used last time, then pinched small white rocks into the syringe and filled it with a small amount of water. As he shook it gently, he thought of the first and only other time he’d gotten high this way. A small group hosted by a vers friend. All night, all raunchy. He was crazy high and crazy cock-hungry. His dick got hard as he watched the rocks dissolve. This is going to be wild, he told himself. His booty bump was ready. He grabbed his phone, put on some porn, and laid on his stomach. He positioned his ass in the air, pushed his hole out against the plastic tube, found the right spot, and pressed the plunger. The cool water splashed against his inner walls. He tightened, slid the tube out, not a single drop wasted, and began to grind his hard cock into the mattress as he pushed the plunger, flooding his hole. The build was slow, but when the feeling crested, it was electrifying, far more intense than smoking. He loved the way it made his hole feel: warm and tingling, alive with anticipation for anything. He took a hit of poppers. Two nostrils deep. His lungs filled with the sharp scent. He saw precum leaking from his cock. He pushed his hips onto the bed, eyes transfixed on the porn playing from his phone, and ground his hard dick into the mattress, over and over. "Fuck, that is so hot," he cried out. The booty bump was taking effect. His head buzzed. The verbal cries from the porn invaded his consciousness, and he imagined himself as the bottom in the video, on his knees, hungrily servicing two uncut Latin cocks. Spit filled his mouth as one of them forced a cock deep in his throat. He took another hit of poppers. His hole burned with an erotic warmth that made his hard cock leak even more. In the video, the two guys getting serviced towered over the small twink. The size difference made Felix even harder. Lost in the fantasy and the euphoric high, he continued grinding his sensitive cock into the mattress, moaning along with the video. "Fuck, ahhhh." He desperately wanted to be that bottom, fucked by both men. The booty bump flooded him with images of their thick cocks stretching him, making him scream. The room was hot and sticky. All that mattered was getting cock. Felix moaned, “Fuck, I need it so bad.” Another hit of poppers. He got louder, his hips bucking faster, accenting the curve of his bubble ass. A double hit of poppers. He stopped. He lifted his hips up and away from the bed, taking deep breaths to ride the edge of the peak he’d almost hit. Edging, bringing himself to the brink and then denying release, was his new favorite game. The porn played on, but Felix knew he needed the real thing. He considered texting the top from the other night, who was particularly skilled, but then reasoned with himself. Felix was a connoisseur of "firsts," of the new encounter where everything was a discovery. Anon. He’d tried it and loved it, the blindfold and everything. He ran through a mental list of things he hadn’t done, a list that got shorter by the weekend, before he settled on… public play. After a quick, hot shower, he dressed. The high thrummed under his skin and seemed to vibrate as he packed his fanny pack with favors before heading out. The morning air was still cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. It felt good. He cut through the park a few blocks from his apartment. It was a casual cruising spot he’d always been too jumpy to try. Most guys were around in the middle of the night. Too cold and too creepy, Felix thought. The edges of the trees seemed to shimmer against the grass, and it all blurred at the edges of his vision. Felix did a second booty bump post-shower. He found the park mostly empty except for people walking dogs and others doing yoga or sunbathing. He followed the path to the men’s bathroom. Sitting on the benches just outside would be the best place to start; it would be one of the only open places so early in the morning. He sat sideways on the bench, one leg tucked under him, the same-side arm draped over the back. All he’d have to do was arch his back, pushing his warm, tingling ass toward any guy who might look twice. He blinked a couple of times and laughed softly to himself. “I am fuckin’ flying.” He discreetly ground his hand against his tight red nylon running shorts. He was gently startled by a burst of laughter and loud voices. Three men walked towards him, their energy infectious and sloppy. Felix, keeping his gaze soft, clocked their sneakers, the baseball hats on the white guy and the Latin guy, the basketball jersey on the white guy that was vaguely familiar, and bits of their odd, slurred conversation. He was much too high to coordinate anything, but he looked back and away in their direction just enough to make sure they noticed. The guys settled under a tree across from him, glancing over as they continued their boisterous conversation. Felix smiled, which got the white guy's attention, it was curious and something more than just interesting. Alright. Time to kick this up a notch. Felix arched his back and stood, moving with deliberate slowness. All three guys watched. Felix turned and headed for the men's bathroom. It was deserted. The morning air was growing thick with the heat of the day, the scent of bleach overpowering the faint smell of piss. Three stalls, doors open. Two sinks. Felix went to one and looked at himself in the mirror that hung just above it. The bathroom door creaked open. The white guy, hat pulled low, with that jersey and grey sweatpants, walked in. His face had something about it, Felix thought, but their eyes locked instantly through the mirror. Felix stepped into the stall furthest from the door, and the guy followed, the door clicking shut behind him. Felix faced him as he grabbed his dick, pressing his sweatpants against it. He bit his lower lip, silently daring Felix with each squeeze of his growing cock. Felix dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting his skin. He pressed his face against the grey sweatpants, inhaling deeply, the dude’s scent mixed with sweat filling his nostrils. He slowly rubbed his face along the length of the bulge, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric. “Fuck….” the guy said, his voice hushed but laced with excitement. “Ain’t you a dirty little piece…” Felix looked up, meeting a familiar gaze and kept it there while he put his mouth over the guy’s cock, tracing it up and down, feeling the shape and size through the fabric. “What? This?” Felix ran his lips along the shaft, teasing and tasting. Lifting the jersey slightly ruffled the team logo Felix was too high to place from across the park, but now, looking at the guy’s eyes through the mirror, Felix softly grabbed the man’s towering thighs as he pulsed his lips, teasing himself with the dick still trapped under the sweatpants. The fact that they both knew each other and were underplaying their surprise wildly turned them both on. A low, gruff voice, as deep as a high school memory, said, “Felix. Pull my cock out.” “Yes, Logan.” Felix whispered, obediently. He slipped his fingers over the grey waistband and pulled. Logan used to refer to Felix as a "pretty dope faggot." He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a Logan used to refer to Felix as a pretty dope faggot. He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year.a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year. Now he was a slutty faggot on his knees, teasing his throbbing meat. Logan’s cock was thick in the center and hung eight inches to the right, only halfway to being hard. The second booty bump had Felix focused on one thing, but a few shocked thoughts swirled around the utter disbelief that he was about to suck a dick he’d fantasized about many, many times. Felix rubbed his face against it, then inhaled the scent from his bush. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like a man.” “That’s right. You like how a real man smells, don’t you?” He grabbed Felix by the hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. “Don’t you?” “Uh-huh,” Felix whined, his eyes wide and begging. “That’s right. Keep worshiping that dick.” “Yes, sir, I’ll work for it.” “That’s right. You need to work for that cock.” “Oh, I will.” “Yeah? You deserve this cock?” “I do.” “You deserve that thick cock?” “I do.” Logan loosened his grip on Felix’s hair. “Even after all this time, you still gotta work for it. You know that, right?” “Mhmmm.” Felix started to kiss his cock, deep in worship. Logan had recognized Felix before he even realized he was part of his game. They knew each other, in a way. Same grade, some classes together, friends who might have mixed at some point. But it was alphabetical order—their last names landing them next to each other constantly. The group projects, the good mornings, the commiseration of being ‘just over it’, it had all brewed a friendly, low-key flirty vibe between the guy on the basketball team and the class vice-president on the debate team. Dark excitement burned in Logan’s eyes when he recognized something in Felix’s dark stare. He reached into his pocket and slipped something out. “Would you mind if I hit this right quick?” He flashed a small glass pipe, melted T coating the bottom. The same dark burn lit Felix up with a dark smile. “Nah, just as long as you let me blow a cloud on your cock.” Logan threw his head back and moaned. “Felix, Felix… you’re a bad little boy now, aren’t you?” He took a hit from his pipe and blew the smoke down at Felix. “Oh, Logan… I’m a very bad and very dirty little boy now.” Click. Logan blew his cloud down to Felix, slower this time, covering his face. “But still a little faggot. Wanna be my little faggot?” “I wanna be your little faggot,” Felix’s eyes pleaded with hunger. Logan lit the pipe for Felix. “Good.” He clicked the torch again, signaling for Felix to hit it again. “I told my boys to let me have some one-on-one time with you, since I knew you.” Felix didn’t even wait; he had his mouth back on the pipe before he’d blown out his last hit. “Now, I get to give them my little faggot. My spun little dirty slutty faggot.” Felix positioned his mouth around Logan’s cock, his lips hovering just above it, holding it there. The weight of it drove him crazy. He slowly pulled his head back while letting the cloud coat the thick cock. “Take another hit, faggot.” Logan pushed the pipe into Felix’s eager lips. “Fuck yes…” Felix inhaled as much as he could, eager to please. Logan took a long hit and blew out smoke rings that hit Felix’s face. “I’m ’bout to make you a whore for meth.” Then, with his free hand, he shoved Felix down on his cock. The tip was already hitting the back of his throat. “Yes! Get that thick cock wet….” Logan’s intense eyes gave way to his dark mind. “Get that thick cock nice and wet….” Felix’s spit streamed down his shaft, only to be licked up and then spit out again. “Get that thick white cock nice and wet.” Felix let out a moan as his eyes rolled back. He started sucking faster, stroking it four or six times, and then came to a sudden stop. He kept his tongue out, the cock resting on it, his eyes locked on Logan. His voice was small. “Is that thick white cock wet enough?” Click. Hit. Clouds. “I think you can do better service for this white cock.” He brought the pipe down to Felix. Click. Hit. Hit. Clouds. “Lemme show you how.” Logan said, setting the pipe down on a ledge on the wall, his hands now free to grab Felix and face-fuck him. Felix gagged on Logan’s cock, his throat tight from the hit and the deep penetration. He moaned around the flesh, his eyes wild from the wave of pleasure and the high that washed over him. Logan pulled back slightly, grinning down at Felix, high and sweaty. "You damn sexy taking that thick white cock." Felix nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak. He wanted it more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to please this man. Without any further warning, Logan slammed his cock back down Felix's throat, choking him slightly as he started a slow but relentless pace. His hands found their way to Felix's ass, squeezing and pulling on the cheeks as he drove deeper. Felix could feel his eyes watering, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The burning sensation in his chest only fueled his desire for more. He moaned and gagged around the cock, his body arching up into the assault. Logan felt his balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. He gripped Felix's hair tightly and started thrusting harder, his hips slamming against the smaller body. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Felix's mouth, his grip loosening slightly. He watched as Felix swallowed hard, sucking down the drops of pre-cum. “Been edgin’ with my boys all morning," he murmured, running his fingers through Felix's wet hair. “But I think I’m gonna work up a bigger load for you." Felix leaned into every touch. “Yes, please. Thank you, sir.” “Let’s try, ‘Papi.’” Logan’s voice was playful and menacing. Felix smiled, his voice hazy. “Papi. Gracias, Papi.” Felix’s accent hit Logan like a train. “Sexy… fuckin’ sexy.” Felix felt Logan guiding him to stand. He was dazed, his legs shaking, but when their lips hovered so close together, he forgot everything. “I cannot believe this is happening… and that it’s happening this way.” “The universe, man.” Logan used his other hand to reach into Felix’s shorts, his finger searching for his hole. “We are two lucky fuckers.” One hand held the back of his head, another rubbed against his hole. Felix was frozen, wanting to beg Logan to kiss him, slap him, fuck him. He couldn’t speak. "You're one hell of a cocksucker," Logan whispered, his tone pleased. Breathless, Felix said, “It’s my favorite thing to do, probably next to booty bumps!” “Oh, yeah?” He paused for a second and reached into his pocket. “I think this little Latin cocksucker served this white cock good. I think I got a reward for you.” “Papi… I promise to show you how thankful I am.” “Put two of your fingers in my mouth.” Felix did as he was told and sighed with need when he felt Logan’s tongue on his skin. Logan let saliva build up and drip onto Felix’s fingers. “Wet your—” “Fucking hot.” Felix rubbed his fingers all around his hole. Between his index finger and thumb, Logan held a shard of T. He spit on it, keeping it between them, and nodded for Felix to spit on it. “Against that wall.” Logan forcefully ordered. Felix leaned forward and slowly pulled his shorts down. “Eager little faggot… I fuckin’ love that.” Logan felt his throbbing cock urge him to just shove it in. Rape the faggot, he thought, but gave in to another urge. Felix closed his eyes, waiting for the burn of the shard, but then he felt something else. Logan’s mouth, his tongue pushing against his hole. He cried out in surprise, then moaned random words from how good it felt. Logan went wild at how good Felix’s hole was. He spit on it and pushed his face hungrily into it. “This pussy… oh my god.” “You like my pussy, Papi?” Logan sucked at it and pulled his mouth away. “This pussy…,” he sucked at it again, “right here…” He wildly ate Felix, the moans only making him get sloppier. He spit on it one more time. “This pussy tastes so good. I like it a lot. Don’t get me obsessed with it now.” Felix pouted. “But, why?” He pushed his hole out, then felt a wet hand on his ass, then the burn of the shard Logan pushed into him. He let out a loud moan but then held his breath when he suddenly felt Logan on him, his hand covering his mouth. “You don’t want me to answer that. ‘Cause if I do, I’m so fucking turned on by you, I might go to a really dark place. Twisted things happen to little faggots if I do.” Felix pushed his ass against Logan’s pre-cum-dripping cock Logan slid his hand from Felix’s mouth to his neck. Felix, in a soft voice, said, “Maybe I’m a little faggot who needs twisted things to happen to him.” He pushed back on the rock-hard cock, lining it up to slide between his cheeks. Logan gripped Felix tightly and lined the head of his dick against his hole. “Careful what you ask for, Felix.” He rubbed his pre-cum on Felix and started to push the tip in. Felix held still, his hole relaxed. “Put it in me. Please. Logan, please. I need your big white cock inside of me.” He pushed a little bit more. “Yeah? Is that what you need? A big white cock to put you in your place? Fucking whore. You’re so high and hungry for it.” Felix begged for it. Logan pulled Felix back to look at him. “Just be a good spun little slut who’s ready for my boys, okay? My faggots would do anything for me and my boys.” “I’ll do anything,” Felix said, with daring confidence. Logan was silent as he looked at Felix. Then, he said softly, “Open your mouth.” He spit inside Felix’s open mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Felix did, and as he was about to close it, Logan barked, “Hold it there.” Then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it. Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He started kissing Logan, who started roughly kissing him back, almost giving in and starting to fuck Felix right then. He tightened his hand around Felix’s neck; Felix squirmed. Logan pulled away, fast, and slapped Felix’s face—firm but not too hard. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t kiss me like that. If you push me to get twisted…” Felix looked back, his eyes big, brown, and apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you.” “No, uh, it’s not like that,” Logan didn’t know how to explain. He looked at Felix, like meat and prize, “when i’m really high and I want something so fuckin bad… I gotta control myself… you’ll do anything, right?” Felix was curious to know how reckless and enticing he needed to be to get ‘twisted Logan’, his ultimate reward. “Anything.” Logan went to the door and just before he called his boys in, he looked at Logan and said, “Prove it.” [END OF PART ONE] Next up, Part 2 in Volume II

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I feel his hands grasping the back of my head more forcefully and he pulls my face into his lap harder while grinding into me. His cock feels like it’s growing increasingly fatter and starting to swell up and get semi hard as he rubs it around all over my face. I inhale through my nose and smell his manly scent. I feel his precum beginning to ooze out from his head and smear onto my nose, my forehead, all over my lips and he starts to moan. I open my mouth and try to put my lips around part of his shaft, slowly kissing and licking his warm flesh. He continues grinding his cock around my mouth until his head presses onto my lips and I manage to take it into my mouth. He starts talking dirty, telling me how good my mouth feels around his swollen head, asking me if I like the way daddy’s dick tastes… i get my first taste of his precum as I suck on the tip of his cock and let the slippery liquid flow onto my tongue. I get really into it and find myself loving it way more than I imagined. His cock continues to swell up and get bigger in my mouth and I take more and more of it into my mouth. It feels alot girthier than I expected and it isn’t long before my lips are opened up wide around him and I’m struggling with the big mouthful he’s shoving into the back of my throat. He holds my head In place so I can’t pull back and I’m forced to keep him plugged in my mouth. Ive never had a cock shoved in my mouth like this before and it’s a thrilling experience for me. I try my best to handle his huge girth and length as he shoves it deeper into the back of my throat, but I start to gag and choke on it, struggling to gasp for a breath but unable to do so the way he’s holding onto me head, pulling me deeper into his hips without hesitation. I start to choke and try pushing myself off of him but he doesn’t let up. My eyes are watering and my spit begins to drip down my chin making a mess. I struggle and fight as I continue gagging and in a frantic attempt to breathe I inhale through my nose and try to maintain my composure. I hear him moaning and telling me how bad he’s been wanting to have me on my knees with his cock down my throat so he can make me his bitch. It’s completely overwhelming for me the way everything is going down and I still can’t believe this is all actually happening… Just when I start to think I can’t take much more and wondering how much longer I’m gonna have to struggle like this, he grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back letting his massive spit covered cock out from the back of my throat. I gasp desperately for a breath of air and feel a sense of relief as he pulls out completely. He looks down at me with a devilish grin on his face and slaps his wet cock down onto my face, making a mess of my lips nose and Cheeks with my saliva. He asks me how I like being a dirty filthy cheating slut and being used by an older man who sees me as nothing but a nice warm wet place to put his cock. I try to respond saying that I love it but before I can get the words out he grabs me by the back of my head and shoves my face into his balls, telling me to open wide and take his sack into my whore mouth.

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I take a few steps forward and quickly glance around the room. It’s dimly lit and looks like what you would expect an old basement or cellar storage room to look like. I turn to face him and he’s already right in front of me standing real close when I turn around. He looked somewhat like the way he described himself to me but I’d never seen a face picture of him so I didn’t know what to expect. He wasn’t bad looking and definitely not someone I’ve ever met or seen before in my life. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me in towards him so he can give me a hug. He wraps his arms around me and holds onto me so our bodies are pressed together and his mouth is next to my ear. He tells me how glad he is that I came, that he didn’t think I’d actually follow through and when I messaged him that I was here he was beyond excited and surprised. He kept his arms wrapped around me and then began to let his hands wander around my body.. feeling, groping and grabbing around while breathing into my neck and ear. He starts telling me how hot I am and how much he loves my body… that I’m what every older man is looking for and he couldn’t be happier than he’s the one who got to snatch me up. Im already leaking a massive amount of precum into the inside of my boxer briefs and I can feel that he’s starting to grow a nice bulge as he’s grinding his waist into me. He whispers in my ear and asks me what I’m going to do first to make daddy feel good, and I reach down and start rubbing and grabbing at his crotch. He moans and says that’s a good place to start and starts undoing his belt and opening the front of his pants, pulling them down to the middle of his thighs so his cock and balls are fully exposed and accessible. His hands move to my shoulders and he pushes down on them signaling me to lower myself in front of him. I’m on my knees in seconds with my face directly in front of his soft chubby cock that’s hanging like a heavy piece of meat. I press my face against his cock and feel the warmth as it touches my skin. He puts both hands on my head and gently pulls my face into his crotch so his cock smothers and rubs into my face …

After attempting to write porn with AI (The Biohazard Brand), I have a few thoughts that some may find interesting. But first, thanks,p to all you guys who read my AI experiment. A special thanks for some incredible feedback that @versmetropig sent me. After working for a couple of hours with the AI, I finally posted a revised version of Chapter 6. I’m sure it’s better but still not very good. I would like to have revised the entire story, but frankly it would be easier to write an entirely different story. I hope to do that in the future, but certainly not now. I doubt that you guys have the patience for that. And I absolutely don’t. If anyone wants to try your hand at writing erotic fiction with an AI, I recommend giving Venice.ai a whirl. Not once has it balked at any content I’ve asked for. As far as I can tell it’s completely uncensored. That being said, it’s not easy. I learned in 7th grade that I can’t write fiction. Nothing has changed since then. I can write non-fiction well, but I when I do, I’m incredibly slow with it. (The perils of perfectionism!). I might be able to write a good porn story with AI. But that, too, would be incredibly tedious. Writing a first draft is a breeze. And that’s essentially what The Bareback Brand is. I worked on revising two chapters with the AI. I probably spent four hours trying to train the AI. A good hour of that was trying to teach it to write about chemsex. Which is laughable since I’ve never experienced that myself. (The story did result in a couple of offers though. 🤓 🤫 🤔) I wouldn’t actually mind spending a lot of hours (or days) training the AI. The problem is that Venice.ai clearly wasn’t trained to write gay chemsex erotica, and it doesn’t retain any memory that users provide — nor should it. Venice.ai just learns for a session as long as you don’t close the browser. I uploaded a lot of examples of writing about sex (especially from @versmetropig’s blog). I also uploaded some sample chapters of good porn stories. It helped. But at some point Venice.ai got confused. It was getting better at the descriptive and sometimes emotional aspects of sex acts and chemsex. But then it got very confused with other parts of writing. It confused characters with each other and then one revision of a chapter focused almost entirely on the character of Mark. Fine. Unfortunately there was no character named Mark in the story. Long story short, if you write good porn, you’ll find the whole experience frustrating. I doubt if anyone really got off by reading any of the story — even chapter 6 (Redux) — the one revised chapter that I finally posted. I know it never got me close to cumming. And poppers didn’t help. I tried creating photos of the characters. Unlike the unfiltered writing that Venice.ai produced, don’t even bother trying to get it to create images it was hard to get it to even allow a pic of a grown man without a shirt on. And when I tried to create a photo of an 18-year-old wrestling champion, it gave me a very cute headshot of an 11-year-old. Then it created two hot wrestling coaches. I asked for it to give me the photo on the right but with blond hair, it gave me the photo of the Hispanic coach on the left with bleach blond hair. it was a long afternoon. The AI didn’t learn much, but I guess I did. Someday, I might attempt another AI story. But it won’t be anytime soon and I’d probably not do a chemsex story. For the few people who stuck with the story through chapter 10, thanks for joining my experiment And a special thanks to those of you who threw me some mercy fucks, , err, I mean reactions. Seeing the message that I won the day was nice, but I feel like it was a cheap way to do it. So thanks for reading. Hopefully, someday I’ll produce some content of some kind that can actually interest the community. OH, I DID DISCOVER SOMETHING WONDERFUL TODAY. If you haven’t feasted your eyes on Pietro Boselli and read his bio, you MUST. A true renaissance man. I don’t know how one person can accomplish so:much in such a short time. (Well, certainly Michelangelo did, but he wasn’t as hot.) He’s on Facebook, Instagram, and even onlyfans. (There’s a new article about him on Instinct magazine.) Then check out his bio and gallery at Pietro Boselli.com. You can thank me later. And now I need to update my choice of which celebrity I’d like to slam with. Ciao! jim

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Almost a week later…. The level of intensity of the urges and kinky, dirty, slutty sexual thoughts had me in a constant state of horniness. Nothing I did could shake me out of what felt like a trance that I was stuck in and a slave to. Every day I felt myself growing less worried, nervous or anxious at the thought of giving in to the repetitive invites and advances that my buddy would try on me. The type of horniness I was experiencing made it very difficult for any sense of logic and reason in my mind to have any influence over my actions… alls I could fixate on and think about was getting on my knees and sucking some horny older man’s cock. I think he knew that he was getting very close to getting me to cave, letting my guard down just enough to allow him to weasel his way inside so he could convince me to agree to meet him in person. I was extremely naive and too innocent minded to realize what was happening and how I was being manipulated unknowingly by someone I thought I “knew” and was comfortable with bc of how long we’d been talking for. He knew that the biggest thing that was holding me back from acting on my fantasies of being with another guy was the risk of getting caught or having my wife find out. I was very clear with him from day one that I’d never allow anyone to ever discover this side of me, and that this would be a secret that I’d take to my grave with me. Discretion was the most important thing to me and he knew that if we were to ever do anything together he’d have to promise me complete and total discretion and secrecy. It had been just about a week from the day he bet me that I couldn’t manage to withhold from blowing my load and even though it was taking a very dramatic toll on me mentally, physically and sexually, i had managed to hold my end of the deal and not release. We started the day off as we usually did, me telling him how much of a horny desperate little cock craving slut he’s turned me into and how bad I wanted his cock in my mouth… he’d usually say something perverted and dirty back to me and it’d get me going and put me in the sluttiest mood. After a couple of hours he sends me a message asking about what I’m doing for the rest of the afternoon or evening and if there was any chance that I could get away from my wife for a little while without her suspecting anything. I was wondering where he was going with his questions and definitely curious so I replied back saying yes, if I wanted to step out I could totally do so without any problem or issues, then ask him why he wanted to know. He responds by telling me how he came up with most perfect and discreet way for us to get together and meet in person, see if we have any real chemistry, and maybe play around and explore a bit if the vibe is right… and that he guarantees no one would be able to see or hear us, it’d be 100% safe and a completely worry free, strictly sexual interaction. He knew hed have me hooked once I was convinced it was safe and there was nothing left in my mind to be paranoid about. I ask what he’s got in mind and that he better not be tempting me with something I can’t have because it’ll be torture with how horny and turned on I am. He tells me that he has access to this very discreet, tucked away storage room that’s part of this apartment building in the town that he’s in and that he checked it out and it’d be perfect. It’s got a private lot to park in that can’t be seen from any roads, and it’s in an part of the building that no one ever goes near or would be able to see us coming or going, plus it has a door that locks from the inside so there’s zero risk of someone walking in on us. He tells me that he can be there in less than an hour if I’d be interested in giving it a shot, and promises me that I won’t regret it if I come… and how this is my chance to prove to him that I’m serious about all the things we’ve been talking about and saying that we’d do with one another for all these months, or if I was just playing games and never really planning on doing anything more than stringing things along and continuing to let my fantasies, desires, and hidden sexual urges remain just something that exists in my head … I remember the exact feelings in that moment and the rush I felt knowing that everything I’ve been so wanting and obsessing over and fantasizing about could actually become a reality… and that I never really thought that I’d actually find myself in this sort of position and never considered if I’d truly follow through if the circumstances were right… my cock was leaking like crazy and I was hornier than I’d ever felt in my entire life. I’d never felt excitement, anticipation or arousal like this from being with, or thinking about a women before. I had the biggest knot in my stomach and totally overwhelmed by both excitement, and nervousness. I remember trying to calm my nerves by throwing back a few drinks really quickly and hoping I’d feel less anxious if I had a good buzz going. I hadn’t responded to him yet and after about 45 minutes he messaged me again saying that he was free and could be over there in 15 minutes, and how badly he’s been wanting to put his warm, soft cock in my face, have me kneeling in front of him so he could look down and watch while he felt my lips and tongue all over him… licking, sucking and worshipping him going back and forth between his cock and balls… I read his message and immediately something went off inside of me that made me want him more than anything I’ve ever wanted in life before and I 100% without a doubt had to do this right now… I don’t even remember my hands moving and replying back saying that I’ll agree to meet him, but I did and he replies back with an address asking how long it’ll take for me to get there. I put it in my phones navigation app and it looks like it’s only 20 minutes away, so I say a half hour and start frantically getting myself ready. It was pouring out that day and it took me a little longer to make it over to the area, which was in a more industrial type of neighborhood than what I was expecting. The buildings were a bit run down and I got a bit nervous about following through. My gps said that I have arrived as I drive by a big apartment building. I pull into the parking lot which only has a few other cars in it and park in the farthest corner. My nerves were at an all time high, I sat im my car and continued to down the rest of the drink I brought with me to keep the nice strong buzz I had going. I tell him that I just parked and what I was driving and he immediately replies telling me to walk towards the left side of the building and hang the corner and I’ll see a sheltered set of concrete steps leading to a metal door that’s completely out of sight once you’re down there. He said he’ll be there waiting to let me inside. It’s pouring rain and a little hard to see but I head out of the car and start speed walking to where he directed me to go. I was a little wobbly from drinking but managed to find the stairs and make it down and towards the entrance door. It’s pretty dark and there aren’t any lights on as I approach the door. I get closer and see the door start to open and a guy’s head pop out. He looks at me before stepping out from behind the door, telling me to come on in and closing and locking the door behind me as he follows me inside.

I appreciate the comment. I completely understand and agree with you about labeling. I’m fascinated by. And also frightened. It’s moving so quickly and Congress will never be able to regulate it. I doubt if I’ll use it to write again.

I live quite central in Berlin and really thought about starting private Biohazard Parties. I see a problem though in the behavior of people. Some visitors take this is „anything goes“ moment and powered up by drugs they forget everything. I don’t want an incident in my own apartment. Do you think that a strict - no drugs - biohazard breeding party would work?