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First time I felt my guy throbbing was with a sexy, scruffy greek taxi driver I'd found online. We were using condoms but I felt him throbbing and I felt his hot pulses of cum inside me. Not expected with a condom, but since then I've often felt my guy's cum shots with a condom. It's like pulses of warmth. Maybe they help with that one thing because they focused the load in the tip of the condom in one place inside me? I've also felt them without a condom, but it's not actually been as often.

Obviously, I waded through my Kryptonite issues. I still anticipate some Canadian Spooge to inspire more kinky turns in this story.

o (note) {Please excuse the balls, I find them easier to juggle} o In a State College town with or without a Gay community or gayborhood, there always seems to be an all night diner. For gays it is a place to refuel and gossip when too spun to go to bed. Even straight folk need a place to eat after a night of Beer Pong. o Dad herded Adam and myself to a table just as a group was leaving. A lot of eyes were directed in our direction but overhearing was unlikely. During the short drive over, my spinning brain stabilized I had been sluggishly formulating questions. Dad, why did you let me Poz you? Son’ I’ve been poz since your Mom was pregnant with Adam. Adam was also honest, he did not set this up but I was there keeping an eye on you. I had chanced to meet Burt at the lumberyard and he mentioned you had promise. Your metamorphosis from being a rude kid into something special was amazing and has sparked him to have an interest in you. o The looks and whispers had continued and a college age kid hesitantly approached the table and then as if on a dare blurted “Is it true that you Pozzed your Dad”? Dad deadeyed him back as I opened my mouth and said “Yes, and our relationship is off to a new level”. As the stunned kid retreated and the murmurs grew Dad turned to me and said “There you go Richard, the die is cast”. o Dad, if you were POZ, why did you pull off? Son, I can be Gay because I kick ass at my job, I can even be HIV Positive, but regardless of that, I still would get fired if I pissed hot during a random drug test. As exciting as taking your chempiss would be, it is not a path I can risk right now. I am not going to try to lecture you at this point. I was not always there for you when it mattered most being on travel so much. I only ask that if you get fucked up, you do it with your friends. They are not likely to leave you in a ditch or worse. If your life ended, mine would as well. “Dad.. I’m just adopted”. “Son, Adam was a blessing but you were the pick of the litter”! I looked from Adam rolling his eyes back to Dads sincere face. Dad continued – “My distractions and stress when I learned about Adam coming so closed after we adopted you including possible sibling rivalry or flat out incompatibility was a stress I had not planned for and had difficulty coping with. I certainly had other things on my mind than playing safe, I understand you know what that’s like. I was not chasing, but I felt such a weight lifted when I got the Fuck Flu. I am just thankful that I have been here to watch you grow up into a man. o Richard, you are already a celebrity but after tonight Word is going to get around. You need some mentoring. Some boys come out of the closet, some are dragged out of the closet, You exploded out of the closet. Going from a flat footed stop to the speeds you are going without some mentoring could burn you out, burn you up, or something unspeakable. Adam will help, right Adam? “Sure Dad”. He waived at the the waitress, let’s order…. o The coaching staff for teams not involved with Football had lightened up during Rush Week so as to not fry the athletes who were also in Greek Life. Coach and team training for new baseball players was getting into high gear with the heavy efforts after Rush Week. The athletic department staff were also scoping out athletic scholarship freshmen who had lettered in High School as fill ins for teams, and of course scholarship recipients also had to help other teams and caching staff during those seasons. Just because Baseball season was several months away did not mean they were easy on us, they buckled down hard. Coach Barnes was the Baseball Coach and jumped right into pain on a painful morning. OK boys, Rush week is over, you’ve had your fun, now you pay the price. He was stern but fair, the workouts started easy enough but some Freshmen were puking anyway. o The athletic slot class schedule of my 1st Semester was mandatory core and electives. This was nothing like Highschool. I mistakenly picked what I thought were going to be easy courses but was mistaken. Also, I was having some attention distractions of my inner slut speaking sweet nothings as I was trying to concentrate. Literary Studies on 1000 and 1 nights was morphing into 1001 loads, references to the Trojan War took me back to Jeff Bruckner breaking a condom in my ass and I jumped from the remembered snap. The thought of nearly naked beefcakes packed Nutt to Butt in a statue had me developing a wet spot in my shorts. Before practice or locker room duty I would always have to rush to the bathroom and rub out a load to minimize showing wood near the showers in an inappropriate moment. My Extra Curricular activities were not helping my concentration either. Helping at one of Burt’s basement dungeon Pozing Parties had my slut demon purring as I thrusted into some Neg College Ass while barefoot on the piss damp floor. These feelings expanded when my feet and toes were suckled on while getting pounded in a sling by a Patron waiting their turn at my ass. I began to think of my entire body as a sexual pitcher and catcher. I had had wet dreams as a kid when my balls dropped, nowadays my balls were always too drained to drop a load in the sheets, just some ooze. My often sodden jock and my slut beast’s purring during water sports made ‘wet dream’ take on a whole new meaning. o Then I was thrown a curveball. Adam handed me a note from Dad. ..”Son, that mentoring we talked about, well it’s on. Be at Burt’s after class Friday afternoon. Wear or have your boots, jeans, and a long sleeve shirt, you can be commando, but I recommend a jock. Have fun but PAY ATENTION! This is a lesson curriculum that is more important than Psych 101 or Literature. Do as you are told but questions are ok because without them you will learn less. Your weekend absence has been cleared with the coaching staff. It’s a family thing if anyone else asks. Oh, and don’t take your phone. But do bring your meds. A change of clotes is not necessary o When I got to Burt’s Friday afternoon he said great boy, you’re not so distracted you forgot to follow instructions. If you need to poop, do it now and pointed to the bathroom, if you don’t need to go, try anyway.. When I returned, he said we are going on a ride and he ushered me into his garage which was filled with motorcycles. He herded me towards the front row by the outside door. You need to pay real close attention. If you don’t listen, I will not have to throw you to the pavement, because motherfucking physics will. This is as 1953 Thunderbird very like Marlin Brando rode in the Wild Ones which is very appropriate for this weekend. I put on a thermal wrap but you are going to keep your right leg off the exhaust anyway! It gets hot quick. Brando’s bike had a saddle, this one has buddy seating. Keep your feet on the fucking pegs. Don’t stress, but keep pressure on the pegs. You are prone to overdoing things but if you keep too much pressure on, your legs will feel like you have been doing squats for hours. There are no hot tubs at the farm, we used to have one but spooge and other things clogged the filters and made maintenance ridiculous. Now, look under the seat. As I bent over to look, Burt started stroking my ass. I looked through the naked frame (it was not jam packed with stuff like a modern bike) and saw a metal block attached to the bottom of the seat with a short strut pointing towards the rear and a thick steel spring stubbing out pointing towards the front. The whole thing was the size of a small clenched fist but looked otherwise unremarkable. “Boy, that is my Motorcycle resonator. I am letting you know now, because some boys I have taken for a ride have freaked out and would like to avoid you trying that on the highway”. I mumbled “I would expect a stick or built in dildo”. Burt laughed, anything like that would gut you like a fish - even Tom’s motorcycle series depicted that Boys were happy enough with the real flesh toys up their backside. Tom? “I asked”. “Shit boy, you just added another class to the weekend”! Now, you feel the need to piss, just cut loose. It will be harder than you think, but you will not need the pants once we get to the Farm. My butt has been wet before. Now, riding rules. You are going to be wearing a helmet with eyewear. You will keep your mouth closed. You were not bug chasing when you got pozzed but you have taken to it like a duck to water but listen, you swallow an insect at highway speeds you could be distracted from following my rules. You will hold me tight, you cannot squeeze me too hard, this is not a situation where less is more. You can look left when I am looking right, or you can look the same way. Do NOT lean in a direction opposite from me” Understand? Feel free to look right or left when we are going straight The first time a pillion rider is surprised by a quick stop is always memorable but you do not want a bloody nose as you kiss the back of my head, remember that rule. We will do a few turns around the neighborhood and let you get used to everything, then we will hit the road. When I stop, you keep your feet on your pegs At low revs, you can hear me tell you to put your feet down and straddle if need be, I know from your long legs you can flat foot at a stop even spreading for the exhaust. I get on, I start it, then you get on when I motion. An unasked question is the mark of the unteachable. You got any questions? I responded, “I’ll try to remember and do as you say”. “Let me rephrase boy, you are now going to teach me what you are supposed to do”. I stumbled through a rehash of his tutorial and he nodded. That is better retention than I was expecting. Now, let me start this beast he motioned for me to back step back. He reached over and hit the garage door opener, set his ignition, then rose up and dropped as he licked the bike into life. “I already had the bitch warmed up” he shouted. He sat upright, handlebars squared, bike upright. He motioned for me to get on. As I put my leg over looking for the pegs, my ass went on the seat and I levitated up and then cam back down delicately. I was catching a resonated vibration right on my love button. My ass and balls were jiggling, and my entire groin was in a massage chair. I felt Burt laughing as I made sure my boots were properly set on both passenger pegs grabbed him and tapped his belly twice. He pulled out of the garage slowly, rode to the end of the drive, stopped and reached into his leather jacket pocket for his remote. I could see he was looking in the mirror to verify the door closed and then we were off. I was asking myself how far are we going? I had forgotten to ask and could not ask now over the noise. We went down some side streets and did some turns plus a U-turn in the cul-de-sac. Shortley, we were at a light, got a green and we were on the highway. Burt was right, it was hard to think about pissing with clothes on, but the shaking was sloshing my bladder and I was shortly oozing pee like I was peeing in a swimming pool. I don’t know if he purposely took the scenic route, but he passed the county Park Trail Toilets and the woods by the Athletic Fields where I had learned new levels of depravity. We exited the urban zone which transitioned to hills with banked curves, on each one he rolled off the throttle and slippered around the turn banks – gravity pressing my ass into a firmer contact with my resonator fluffer. I was trying to focus on not forgetting what I was doing as the ecstasy grew. All too soon, I came to be aware we had stopped and the motorcycle was off. It still felt like my balls were in a vibrator and my ass was a buzzing numbness like I had been on a long bicycle ride. We’re here boy. He was holding the bike vertical, and I realized I needed to get off. I awkwardly got off and promptly fell. Burt said, yes, that is another reason for the helmet, but don’t worry, your talented ass cannot be broken that easily. Another reason for the helmet is we cannot have a knock on the head turning you straight! My confused look prompted him to add were going to have to work on that funny bone of yours but your Dad and Brother said you did not watch a lot of TV except Sports. Good for you, dreaming about tight-ends is what the youth of today need to focus on. o We went inside the farmhouse. Some training highlights: Your brain is going to start making connections. These are going to include situations, smells, sounds, heat, cold, tactile sensations, light, darkness, etc. This can be a good thing, and it can also be a bad thing. Let me explain: If you wear your favorite crusty jock to one of your mid-term class tests, I guarantee you will be thinking more about the loads you took in your ass wearing that jock than the test questions. Obviously, you also do not want to wear any sex toys to class. You think I am kidding? The genius who designed my seat resonator wore a remote control vibrator to class and the dumbshit forgot to keep the remote batteries as fresh as the ones in the vibrator. You know how quiet a class can get when it becomes obvious a student has a vibrator up his ass he cannot turn off? Burt saw my expression and asked – you think I am kidding? Ask around the engineering department about electroboy. I understand you are well on your way to being infamous as well, your pozzing video was just the start, your antics with your Dad at the PnP party and the Diner are making you the talk of the school whether they connect it with you. Gayboys are just as gossipy as little girls, don’t be surprised if it eventually reached the student body that “he’s the boy who pozzed his dad at a Rush Week Rave”. There is also going to be some important non-sexual info like avoiding getting bashed or robbed. A few other cautions like reliance on safe words and playing with strangers, especially if a bondage situation is a factor. Last for now: I am pulling my offer of getting you a POZ Tat or Brand. Sometime in the future perhaps, but there is no place on your body that it could be hidden during away games. Your Head Coach is one us. Gay and Poz, but not all the assistant coaches are, nor are all the assistant coaches and staff That goes for team mates as well. This leads to part II. If your infamy grows in the Student Body – a definite possibility we will cover ways to not get baited, thrown off the team, and your scholarship jeopardized. While it would of course not happen in actuality, no gayboy can be called motherfucker in the showers and not get a blood pressure rise to a boil or not come out swinging. You are unique in that I have never had to plan for contingencies of possibly being called fatherfucker. It has simply never come up until now. He looked up to see my downcast eyes. Boy, that is the WRONG response his voice raised. Then his voice got softer - Settle down, we will think of something. Hmmm… o You know, your changes in behavior between Pre-Poz and Post Poz have been remarkable. I was sure your dick attitude (I flinched at the generic shortening of the name Richard) would have eventually have gotten you into big trouble. The wrong attitude and responses during your first session with us could have resulted in some serious damage, but your inner slut started leaking out and taking over and saved you. You took it like the champ you are. Just like in baseball, you cannot win without drills, practice, stretching, and playing both the physical and the metal game. I have broken in many a boy, sub, slave, and pig. Don’t let this go to your head(s) Big or Small – but you have great promise of achieving celebrity status as a slut! On the flip side, you will be safer and enjoy your play sessions if you pay attention during these training days. Your mind will wander when you are high, that will be obvious to me and I can adjust. However, if you are NOT high and I see you getting bored, I have ways that will definitely bring you into THE NOW! Again, this weekend ‘workshop’ will be like a fire hydrant enema – a lot to process. And testing will follow. o OK, First order of Business! You must look me in the eyes and promise me you will not use anyone else’s favors without my express permission. This is non-negotiable. If you grew your own weed, that would be an exception but you don’t so It does not matter. The stuff some dealers mix into their shit would give you nightmares. OK? I looked deep into his hazel eyes which seemed to now have bigger pupils and said “Yes Sir”! Good Boy, that’s what I like to hear. o Let’s talk about the dungeon in town. Your first time, you learned a lot. You learned more at our little Poz Conversion Parties. Let’s up the spectrum and the volume. The Farm is better quipped. If you know your favorite things or limits when sober, and know your favorite things when high, you are way more likely to make good choices and make informed decisions that will deepen your sexual beast’s pleasure and shorten recovery times. If you know what makes you have a Tina Dick with or without Tina, then you know to not put the cart before the horse and get your Pitching in early – you can catch later. (The reverse is not always true) If your balls are drained, you are less likely to be shower baited with an erection to a taunting that secretly turns you on. We will also cover managing your dance card. Just like any school or dependent task if you develop good habits when sober, and practice them when spun, you will have a busier night. As I previously said - your beast will be frustrated if it wants to Top and your cunt has been gobbling so much G and Tina that you have a Tina Dick. Task management might sound ridiculous to a slut like you but you may eventually see the wisdom of that topic. Have a beer, then take a nap. o On waking – Burt said ”OK, stretching is important” o Burt covered topics like target of opportunity fucks, tricks to maintaining a sweet fuckable ass, what to do when you are about to fuck a dirty bugger, the topic chain went on and on. o Lube, a little goes a long way, too much lube is wasteful. Too much lube can reduce the friction to an unenjoyable level Too little can bring things to a bloody screeching halt. We are not worrying about condom safety, so no water based lube concerns. Snapping condoms Burt saw my expression of concentration light up, Oh, you know about that. We’ll explore what you know and what you don’t know vs what you ought to know. o OK Boy, get your naked ass into the sling. Special lube topic There are a few exceptions to the water-based lube rule. He held up a thermal lunch cooler. It is tough with tight asses, but your pucker is talented enough to do this now. The gay community loves Jello Shooters. This is a ratio mix of Jello and alcohol. Here try one. I pressed the contents of the plastic cup into my mouth and I sucked on it a bit. The alcohol fraction was not too harsh and I licked my lips. o He inserted a Jello-shot in my cunt. It burned but was a refreshing sensation as the Cold Jello melted and the alcohol was directly absorbed. You will find this type of diversion useful in groups since the squired bang residue makes it look like you were fucked by Walt himself. o He dipped back into the cooler. This is J-Lube: Boy, this comes in a powder and is mixed with tap, sterile, or bottled water You do not want soda water or any carbonated product since you will in effect have a rocket up your ass. It is an agricultural product to aid a vet in several different ways like inseminating a mare or a cow, inseminating himself by a friendly farm hand or Cowboy, or my favorite use: Fisting. He started laughing, you know, some Bears I Know in Houston had a Naked Twister Party at the Mary’s Complex. To make things interesting, they lubed the game sheet with J-Lube. Being Texans, bigger, and more was the rule and being City Texans, they used too much. For years when it rained the back fence and the ground looked like it was foaming at the mouth. Ha! Good Times! Anyhow, you mix up a batch, then squirt it into buttercups, then you freeze it. The sharp edge can be used for naughty purposes if you need to scrape someone up – put it in edgewise, but you have some recently healed fissures so we will go easy. It always helps with a dollop of elbow grease. Remember what I said about doing things in the right order? If a gang bang has the biggest dicks go first, the other tops and the slut will not be happy – ‘in the end’ -so to speak. The needs of the many….. Oh, never mind. He had been fingering my hole with a little lube for good measure. Out popped his finger and he stepped aside. Dad stepped up to the bottom of the sling. Dad! I exclaimed, by sphincter tightening both from the removal of the finger my beast had been enjoying as well as the involuntary reflex the situation of facing my father with a hungry asshole in a sling presented like a gift. Dad said “I hear you have been paying attention and doing well”. As he thrust his cock into my cunt. The abrupt change from, well I wont say a dry lecture to this was abrupt. My slut Beast awoke and moaned. My reflexes stuttered and I flexed trying to swing back on his dick harder each time he thrust. As we got the rhythm, I was swinging back onto his cock with fierce effort and yelling. All too soon. He was yelling yes! Take my DNA! He was shuddering as my already tired balls volleyed cum up to the rafter chain supports with a hands free assgasm. Dad leaned forward to kiss me and it turns out Burt had a soup spoon and cup to catch the first of my Dads cum that was leaking out of my ass. He spooned a bit and handed it to my Father who passed it to me and I lapped it up. Now you are my Boy by Injection! Pucker Up Buttercup! He pushed a frozen J-Lube puck into the furnace of my hungry ass. o I Yelped - My inner Slut Beast roared with approval as he dropped the empty buttercup and patted my ass closed. The sensation of the melting J-Lube ice puck felt electrifying. Within seconds it has melted into a slick sludge that was exploring every fold and lump in my colon. My Dad started massaging my hole and it blossomed for him begging for additional gifts. He inserted 1 and moved up to went up to 4 fingers and then pulled out and patted my blossom closed. I think you might want to try receiving a fist, if so let me know Saturday Night or Sunday. This is useful for large objects, but no real need to use toys when you have the real thing. And he stuck his ragingly hard pierced cock in my cunt with one smooth quick motion. Burt said “I am jumping the gun somewhat, but laying a meal in front of a hungry man has consequences and he went to town pounding. Meanwhile Dad went to some controls on the pole and the head of the sling winched down a little. I looked up at the mirrored reflection above me as my Father offered his dick to suck his remaining cum and my ass juice off of. When I started to get a little red in the face, he moved back and elevated the top of the sling. Lets keep the strokes in your ass and not your head. Burt was grunting and I could feel him coming even with the remaining J-Lube that had not yet been forced out of my ass by those magnificent pistons. o Biker Arrivals: The Bikers my cunt and slut beast were so fond of arrived in two groups. Adam had rode up with my dad and was having some fun on the side, but was there watching and filming most of the spectacle. Between training sessions where my cock was being milked or my cunt was being filled there were other sideshows I could never have imagined. For instance, after a biker had shot a big load in my ass we took a break. This biker had an average sized dick, but through years of chewing, stretching, CBT and other play had a large foreskin. He was very clean – I had sucked him to arousal before he fucked me but he had this huge foreskin. Burt said you can do this with a regular uncut guy, but Ernie here is a better demonstrator. You have to do this after they have blown their last wad or before they get excited. If they are fresh, you have to be quick because the goal is not spill any. As a demonstration Burt told me to pull Ernie’s foreskin up and out. Burt poured some peppermint Schnapps into the Skin Shooter Cup. Ernie smiled at the burn and Burt said “drink”! I accomplished sucking in the shot without spillage to a massive round of applause. o Additional sessions were transmitted casually in conversation Some Bikers related close calls of getting caught by the law performing a sexual act that was legal in most places but still illegal right across a county line. Other topics included Bondage with people you trust, tit suction cups, tit play, piercings, verbal contract agreements, safe words, experimentation, I felt I was being filled with a huge Dildo Lexicon Of Knowledge. o During one time where my dick was hiding, exhausted, my ass ring was gaping and tired. Where I thought I might get some rest, Burt said OK, Time for Cross-Examination! I was grabbed and taken to the Saltire and bound wrists and ankles to the St Andrews Cross. There was a slight angle on it and it did not feel as uncomfortable as it looked. Burt handed my Dad a flogger and my brain fog was farted out of my mind. Dad approached me and spoke softly to me asking. “Do you trust me”? I was trembling but nodded my head. Boy I asked you if your TRUSTED me YES Daddy! And I was sagging in my restraints. “I should have done this a long time ago but your awfully big to spank now I wonder if I could even make an impression on you how much I love you. I was trembling and crying. I heard a rustle, felt a tickle. My fear was an enclosure, my intellect had fled. I felt the tickling continue as the soft ends of the flogger explored my back, buttocks and legs. There was an occasional flip where the straps of the flogger paralleled each other across my back but the impact was a whisper. My terror grew, I could taste my fear, My Beast was speechless, I was expecting – What exactly? Pleasure? Pain? Torture? Love? I felt a hug. Breathe sone, you’re turning blue. My beast was nodding, the Bikers were applauding, Adam left his camera and broke the 4th wall to come up and slap my ass. “Thats my Brother, always showing off”. And I was laughing as I had another Assgasm. o Burt said It’s late, glanced at the clock seeing it was 2 AM on Sunday or Early as I stand corrected while I was being released from the cross. I speak for all of us that you are an exceptional graduating senior SexU slut. You have obviously achieved the requirements of SumaCumLoudly and are awarded ValiDicktorian, all affirming say Aye! There was a chorus of Ayes. There had better not be a Nay, anyone want to try me? Fine, as a reward you can Pitch or Catch anyone here. o I looked up with tired eyes and stated….I pick all of you, but I am tired so please line up according to cocksize width-and length-sorted please Police yourselves, I am awfully tired…. No disrespect intended, some of you are large I want to grip you all as tight as I can as you instruct me, and - perhaps after you bang me you can cheer me on as I try taking dads Fist? My dad turned to Adam and remarked “He is so organized Now”! Did you ever think you would see the day? o As the ENDING ceremonies began as I was taking it up the end Burt Asked me: How would you sum up your lessons to date? o Diamonds are this Baseball Gaygurl’s best friend, but this slut is a winner that takes all cummers but also doesn’t mind taking a licking! Was that word salad too verbose? As the laughter died down I see you have also been exercising that funny bone. How long have you been practicing that response? I replied that it had taken me a day since I had some nice distractions along the way that kept interrupting my thoughts…. o Dad Presented my graduation gift, this smartphone has your sim card in it. It is also app’d up with raw dating engines, Adam and I hope it will be adequate to your requirements. As everyone was preparing to leave, Dad told me Adam is riding shotgun so you can lay down in the back. My response was quick: “Ride Back with you? I’m riding back with Burt! I love you and Adam but pass up a ride on the fluffercycle? No Way! However, if you guys want to meet up for a mid-trip fucking pitstop or pisstop in the woods, I can probably find a slot on my dancecard…. …………..Not the end……………..

I found another Laguna Bareback video clip. I thought I would share: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/7664/what-a-nice-fuck-and-cum/

@chunkychains I only found your story this evening and what a treat it was to read! Filled with gritty realism and such an believable characters that anyone who lived in a housing estate could identify with. I loved that there was a few touches of leather and smoking to spice up the amazing narrative. I absolutely love your stories!

This a has been a good week for me. Sunday got a call from a slut that blows me when he's in town. He was in town on Sunday so scheduled a feeding for him. He is also into providing urinal services - so it was piss then cum then puss for him. On Monday and Tuesday fed my regular cock sucker a load on each day. Today, quite by accident, I saw a sub on a4a - I haven't used him for awhile. He was available and bred him in his sling. He finished off by sucking my cock after breeding his hole. I always think that's hot in porn. For me, in person, I find that I am very sensitive after pumping a load in a sub's guy - so I liked it but it was intense. I have nothing planned for tomorrow - I may look for another cock sucker and try for a 5 day streak.

I'm sure he appreciated your generosity 🙂

Please give feed back about the post I just made in this thread. Just realized without quoting you, you won't see. Also, where can I find the notifications to know when a privilege has been granted? How will I know to know? For all I know I have privileges for features ive been trained to ignore here. please advise

Got outta class and was horned up! So I stopped at the local ABS, got my tokens, and found a perfect booth...stuck my hard on through the hole and had the sucker warm me up! It was a fantastic bj and almost came but pulled back cause I wanted to check the theater. Looked through the GH and my blower was this little old man..he definitely knew how to suck and he just grinned back at me...so I let him take my load! ..

Mine was in the dorms in College. Two guys were watching this video all weekend. Then they were on to something new but I was obsessed with the scenes, and wanted to get my own collection. It was something about seeing someone enjoy being fucked in the ass and all natural with sweat.

Another awesome chapter! 👍👍👍

Grant was waiting outside the club where the Uber dropped us, and gave us all a quick check to make sure we were wearing the same clothes. Then he messaged someone, who came out of the club and went to get his own car. We all piled in, and I put the white silk blindfold on Bret that Grant had given me. The car drove up the road and turned around, and then went back to the club with the camera rolling to film our arrival. Kane was in the front passenger seat using another camera Grant had given him to film us inside the car, with Bret in the middle seat and me and Kieron making jokes about the fun he was about to have. We did the scene getting out of the car and starting to lead Bret towards the club, before Grant relocated to do a different angle as we arrived at the door and went inside. There was another change of location as he moved the camera he had indoors, where another couple were also positioned to film us coming into the venue, and then getting Bret prepped for his evening in the lobby. This involved us getting him undressed down to a white jock he was wearing, and then with him pretending to be uneasy, we put a white dog collar round his neck, and matching cuffs on his ankles as well as behind his watch and bracelet on the wrists. We then guided his feet into white flip-flops, before leading him into the main room of the club. The final set-up shots were done in there, with the large group of tatted men not speaking as they swarmed him, with a few doing feminine cooing sounds as they touched his skin to pretend he was surrounded by women. The cameras were then all repositioned to allow things to flow more after that. Bret was led to a sling and encouraged into it, with the cuffs quickly hooked to the chains to immobilise him. He played along really well, acting properly alarmed when he was suddenly strung up like that. Men then began to rub oil onto his hunky body, with a couple of them gradually getting closer to his hole. He kept trying to call out for us brothers while getting more and more turned on, losing himself in the feelings as a finger went into him for the first time. Then things quickly moved up a gear as one of the men at his hole took over completely, adding more fingers and then quickly replacing them with his cock. They treated him gently, like they wanted him to enjoy it, and Bret acted really well as a guy having an awakening. Of course, Bret himself actually fucking loved it. All the men then took turns fucking the helpless stud, only a couple pulling out to shoot on his hole before they pushed back in, while everyone else came inside him. Bret did as he had been told, pretending not to want it to be happening when the first cock went inside him, but then moaning and groaning in lust as it went on, and starting to beg for more towards the end. Kane, Kieron and I watched from close by, with men feeling up bodies while they waited their turn. Bret looked so fucking hot on that sling, and I knew Grant must have been creaming himself seeing a hunk like that doing this whole shoot. After the final breeding, the big reveal was filmed. Grant had changed his mind a bit about the story here, partly because he didn’t want the video to get banned or something, so he decided just to have Bret see the tattoos, maybe touch some of them, and make it clear he understood without actually talking about it. Bret did a fucking good job acting through that, and then we went back to the original plan with me, Kane and Kieron showing off our own trampstamps and telling him we were setting him free. He then pretended to text his fiancée Bianca, before demanding everyone fucked him again. They filmed this whole bit without cutting after the final load had been shot in him, Grant wanting him still to be looking hot and sweaty with cum dripping out of him. But after that bit had been filmed there was a break, with everyone having some water before moving on to other drinks. The club owner didn’t care about smoking inside so most guys lit up, and we all just relaxed a bit before the orgy started. When it did start, Bret was strapped onto a fuck bench, and I took his place in the sling but without my wrists or ankles being secured to anything. Kane and Kieron were put in a 69 on a mat on the floor, and then the men distributed themselves between us. There was no foreplay, just cocks being slammed into the holes of all four brothers as the gangbang began. It was all very verbal, but with guys saying stuff like “giving you what you need” and “take my gift” as they fucked and bred Bret on the bench, while calling the other three of us sluts or cumdumps or pussyboys. We didn’t have to be acting to be moaning and begging as we were all fucked senseless. I took a couple of loads, and reckon Kane and Kieron probably did too, but the men had been told to try to save most of it for Bret as part of the gang-pozzing theme. I didn’t care though, as I just like getting fucked even if I’m not left dripping. Another break was needed once the final loads had been blown. Bret looked fucked-out, but I knew he was still eager for more. It was during this break that Grant asked the four of us how we would feel about me, Kane and Kieron actually taking a turn to each breed Bret as the finale to the gangbang. He knew we all fucked in private, and of course the twins’ first ever session together had been on film, but they were pitched as completely uncaring reckless cumdumps who were taking loads 24/7. My individual shoots were all a bit classier, and Bret was probably going to be doing the same as me if he carried on being in films, so having us two get involved like this was a risk. But I knew from Bret’s face he wanted it, and I did too, so we agreed to do the scene. Grant went off to think about how it should be done, while we carried on drinking and smoking before the second big gangbang scene. The other men organised how that one would go, deciding Bret should spend it being double-fucked while the three of us were chained to a post together to be used for guys to keep their dicks warm. I managed to be chained up facing where Bret was going to be, so could watch him as they stretched his hole in loads of different positions. Kane and Kieron could see a bit too, but Bret was mine and I wanted to be able to see him and him to be able to see me. I just stood there and took whatever cock was pushed into me, but it was all about Bret. And fucking hell, did he put on a show. His muscles flexed as he rode on pairs of cocks over and over again, his legs and chest doing all the work, his fucking beautiful face showing how much he loved it. He took it all over, being a fucking power bottom like no other, then men now his to use for a change. He demanded their dicks, he demanded their loads, and he demanded all the fucking attention. I just stood there, barely even noticing the poundings I was taking, falling even more in love with my hunky brother with every double-breeding he got out of those guys. For the finale, K&K spit-roasted him on all fours, turning him round several times as they alternated which hole each of them was in. But once they bred him it became a one-on-one with me, and I think we both forgot everyone else was there. I fucked him, or he fucked himself on me, in every position we could manage on that mat. We held back from kissing each other, but our eyes were locked together most of the time. I fucking loved seeing him up that close, everything on his face telling me he wanted me, he needed me in him, and he was going to take whatever I had to give. He was on his front with me completely on top of him when I finally lost it, and we stayed connected with me gently thrusting into him until ages after I’d finished loading him up. Then Kane and Kieron joined us, kneeling down and rubbing his head as I relaxed onto him, still buried inside, and he closed his eyes. “Fuck me” I heard a guy nearby mutter, after Grant cut the filming. I looked around the men as I slowly withdrew and stood up, and all of them had open mouths or wide eyes. “You four…” said another, but he didn’t finish the sentence. “Wow” said a third guy. “Just fucking wow.” I smiled at them, and then reached down to offer a hand to Bret to help him up. He stood up next to me, and then looked into my eyes. Without caring anymore, he leaned in and planted his lips on mine, and I threw my arms round him as we pulled each other into a deeper kiss. “I love you” he whispered, as he pulled away. The room was silent, before the men suddenly started cheering, clapping and hollering. We smiled at each other, then turned to them, took each other’s hand and did a fucking stupid little bow. Kane and Kieron came and stood next to us, and we all did another bow together as the men started laughing hysterically. The club had showers, so we were able to get cleaned up and dressed back into the outfits we’d worn for the bar scene. We then had some more drinks with the other guys, before deciding we were fucking shattered. Grant ordered us an Uber, so we said our goodbyes, then went outside to light up while we waited. Bret slipped his hand in mine, and just had this big grin on his face as he looked at me. “So you two are a fucking couple then?” Kane asked. “Yeah” said Bret. “Fuck it. I love my baby bruv, I really do.” “I love you too big bruv” I said, smiling at him. “Ugh, sick” said Kane. “Oi!” Kieron barked at him. “Fucking pot calling a fucking kettle black.” Kieron grabbed Kane by the collar and pulled him into a rough kiss, which Kane looked surprised by before relaxing and getting into. Then they pulled apart, and Kieron pushed Kane back a bit. “Don’t fucking pretend like we’re not fucking in love too bruv” Kieron said. “You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours, alright?” Kane nodded slowly, and then looked at me and Bret. “Sorry” he said. “It ain’t sick. I’m just…” “We know” I said. “But fuck all that shit K. It’s us. Let’s just be fucking OK with all this with each other, alright? We’re gonna have enough shit to fucking deal with from other cunts.” “OK” he said, as I felt Bret squeeze my hand. At that moment the Uber turned up, but Bret kept holding my hand until we had to stop to get our belts on. But then he grabbed it again, holding it tight as we drove off towards the estate. He even lifted it up and kissed it a couple of times, almost like he wanted a reaction from the driver. But the guy said nothing, and we were soon home. As we climbed out of the Uber and walked round to our block, we saw Justin sitting in his police uniform on the wall smoking a cigarette. Bret squeezed my hand, but held it tight as we approached. “Hey J” he said. Justin looked over at us, then down at me and Bret holding hands. He then looked up at each of us in turn. “Hey” he said. “Er, what…” “I told you I was taken” Bret said. “Now you know.” Justin’s face looked a little puzzled, and then his eyes went wide. “Oh!” he said. “Oh. Er. Wow. Fuck me. Er. OK.” “Yeah” said Bret. “For real?” asked Justin. “Yes mate” said Bret. “If you want the rest of it, you’re gonna have to get us a bottle of something from the shop and then come upstairs.” Justin stared at him, but then nodded. “Have to go home and change” he said. “I could get in fucking trouble for smoking this in uniform, but buying booze is a definite no.” “Oh fuck that” said Bret. “Kane, go get us something to drink, and some more cigarettes.” “But…” Kane began. “Come on bruv” said Kieron, pushing him by the shoulder as they both headed off to the Nisa. “I’ll give you clothes” said Bret. “Or you can just sit in your pants and let us see that hot fucking bod.” Justin coughed, making me and Bret laugh. He followed us to the block, Bret still holding my hand, and we went up. Inside the flat it was actually fucking hot, and Bret and I just stripped down to our jocks in the hall. I gathered up the clothes and took them to our room to chuck on the floor, and then changed into a pair of boxers. I picked out a pair of tight black trunks from Bret’s drawer and took it back to him. He smiled at them, then stripped naked, kicked his jock in my face, and put on the pants. “Strip” he said to Justin. “It’s too fucking hot to be wearing anything else.” Justin hesitated, but I could tell he was overheating as sweat was forming on his head. Then he began to take off all his police gear, until he was standing in just his white trunks. He looked fucking amazing, and for a second I couldn’t believe Bret had picked me when it looked like he might have a chance with his old friend. I saw Bret gazing at Justin, but then he looked at me and smiled. “Now you fucking see why I wanted him to fuck me again” he laughed. “Fuck yeah” I said. “Guys” said Justin, “I’m standing right here.” Bret stared at him, and then went over and put his hand behind Justin’s head and pulled him in for a kiss before the guy could even react. But Justin didn’t push him away or try to stop him, letting the kiss happen. “You’re fucking special mate” Bret said, as he pulled away. “But I love Luke.” Justin just stood and gazed at Bret, and then looked down at the floor and nodded. He looked sad, and I felt sorry for him, but my heart was also beating like crazy at what Bret had just said to him about me. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me” Justin whispered. “You always mess with my head.” “Mate” said Bret, “just fucking man up and go with it. Get a boyfriend for fuck’s sake. Bianca is a bitch, but even if she weren’t, you never wanted her.“ Justin stared at the floor, but then just slightly nodded. “I know” he said. “You’re gay” Bret said. “Like me. Like Luke. Like K and K. I promise you, just fucking go with it. It’s fucking awesome!” “It is?” Justin said, looking up at Bret. “Fuck yeah” said Bret, smiling at him. “And when those fuckers get back here with something to drink, we’ll tell you all about it.”

In a word, no. After hiv arrived, there were a handful, of course, that just didn't care; they became infected and passed on. I lived in Chicago at the time, and bars closed, the gh joints closed, and boystown was deserted after dark. Nobody fucked anybody without a condom, and precious few even did that. Whole neighborhoods turned into ghost-towns. Once the medical arts progressed to the point that AZT came along, some guys that were on it started fucking again, but my other half and I were still shy of going out to fuck as we had before. AZT was considered to be at least a chance at avoiding hiv, but it took quite a while (several years) before we all returned to our former glory.

Does Bram Bones (Disney Sleepy Hollow) count?

I live in small town, middle nowhere; dick is scarce and in high demand( at least I do better than most but still woefully short of what I'd like. I was ready to give and go to bed for the night when I see someone new on grinder. No profile so ask him if he tops. He said he"d need to see pics first. I send him a couple of me toying myself and one with a heart shaped princess plug in. He says he really wants to fuck that ass. Sends his pics and such a nice dick; fuck. I tell him please. Invites me to his hotel room, says the tv will be on and door open. Come in and start taking care of this meat. Ask him if he wants me to dress slutty and or be caged. He likes the sound of both. Got to his room ripped off my clothes, and holy shit is he hot. Out of my league fucking hot, younger, with a beautiful dick I went directly to, licked the tip, and then started slowly loving on it. After I deep throated once he pushed my head down and tell me to choke on that dick. He has me sit on his face and rims me while I suck on him for a surprisingly long time. Tells me to turn around, I do, then he says because I'm so good with my mouth and starts kissing me. This guy was so fucking hot, holy fuck. I reach back, grab is perfect sized rock hard dick and put it against my hole and start slowly sinking on it, fuck did it feel good in me. Ride him for a while, I get off him and he tells me to turn around, he's back in me and fucking for the win. Tells me he's getting close. Between moans I tell him to fill me. He starts really giving me the business. Then sinks deep into me and moans: yes!!! I clenched to keep his cum in me but he pulled out quick with and audible plop. Tell mr to clean his dick, which he did not have to tell me. I think I impressed him got how thorough I was, wasnt that cummy though. I tell over on my stomach thinking he's gonna need a break. He goes between my legs and back in me slams into me and pulls out completely several times, I can feel the cum everywhere between my legs fucks me for a short bit and dinks in again with a moan: fuck yes!!!! This time his dick was covered some on his leg, balls, and his bellybotton I licked and licked off every drop. Best fuck of the year.

As I read through these comments, I find the setup to be NOT based on achievement and interaction. You cant interact 😅 Thats the issue. I have much higher reputation points and achievement than many on this platform and I am completely throttled. It's most likely some very basic involvement and a set time from starting like 90 days or something far off. As someone who's trying to create quality content here this makes the on boarding process extremely unmotivating without clear guidance. I can see a huge attrition of new members just giving up because after all, there's no skin in the game to make it worth it for the new people. Its a clever idea that feels half baked. The verdict is still out for me if this is a win win environment. Is it just an environment syphoning hot content but not reciprocating? I know my worth....

Wow! Short and directly to the point. Brilliant!