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I forgot a condom (Chapter 10) When I got home, I went right back to work as enthusiastically as ever. You would have thought I hadn’t learned a thing from my burnout and recovery. For three weeks I worked full out. At least three clients a day, seven days per week. It was wonderful at first. How had I managed for over a month with no sex and none of the wonderful loads painting my guts? Then the exhaustion hit. At least I knew what it was this time and emptied my calendar for a long weekend. On my third day off I bumped into my elderly neighbour on the elevator. I had not realized but her husband had died while I was away. She assured me she was doing ok finding her way through the grief, she just needed some work to be able to afford to stay in the apartment she loved. I casually asked what kind of work with no particular intent in mind. She said that she had worked as a doctor’s receptionist for 25 years before retiring. She knew she didn’t have the energy to return to that work but wondered if I knew anybody that needed a private secretary to manage their appointment schedule or light secretarial work. I just shook my head and we parted ways. As I was unlocking my door a crazy idea struck me. She had not gotten through her door, so I asked her if she knew how I made my living. “Oh, young man, what kind of fool do you think I am. I’ve seen the men coming and going at all times of day and night. Half the time they’d not finished dressing before we watched them stumble to the elevator. Besides, these walls are paper thin. My husband and I figured out you’re a sex worker the first week you moved in. He was a horny old bugger right up to the end. I couldn’t keep up to his needs and kept threatening to hire you. We laughed more times about my threat!” She ended up with a boisterous laugh. “So, you’re not shocked?” I asked with surprise evident in my voice. “Young man, I worked for an inner-city doctor with lots of gay men in his practice. You can’t shock me.” “Well maybe I can. Are you free to come over for a cup of tea? I might have a job for you.” “If you make that a scotch I’ll change into something more comfortable and be right over. Give me 5 minutes.” 72-year-old Mrs. Schnell became my personal secretary and appointment manager. She made sure I never worked more than four days a week and never had more than two clients per day. Nothing shocked her. If she booked me to be the cum dump at an orgy, she always booked it on the weekend and made sure that was all there was on my calendar for the next couple of days. She was concerned that I was practicing unsafe sex but never lectured or argued with me. Within the first month of her managing my affairs I trusted her impeccably. My clients often expressed their initial shock to be making arrangements through an old woman, but repeat customers grew to respect and love her every bit as much as I did. The only thing she nagged me about was finding a boyfriend. I argued no guy wanted to date a sex worker. She accused me of being old-fashioned. I now had time for a social life and returned to frequenting my favorite gay bar. Every time I saw Dan there my heart would ache just a bit. I would wonder, why does this guy have such a pull on me. At first, he avoided me like the plague. Eventually he would say hi in passing. After three weeks he let me buy him a beer and we talked about sports. The next week he made a point of coming by me on the dance floor and saying hi before he made his way into his little corner. I soon regretted not joining him. I was too distracted by the two hot shirtless guys I was dancing with. But when a hot young twink took a drink to Dan and started flirting with him I knew I’d made the wrong choice. This point was driven home when Dan bent down and kissed the young man. I had never felt so jealous in all my life. The two hunks I was with noticed that I was distracted and poured on the heat to get my attention back. First, they pulled off my shirt and then they sandwiched me. When the one behind me snaked his hand into my commando shorts and finger fucked my hole they were fully back on my radar. My ass was soon exposed, and a solid raw cock inched its way into me with the beat of the rhythm. The guys would switch places, and I hosted one raw cock after the other. It felt good to counteract my jealousy with this public exhibitionism. Even though Dan continued to flirt with the twink it was clear they were both watching my blatant public fuck. I went to work double time clenching my ass cheeks and was quickly milking the cum out of one hunk, then the other. As they finished I noticed Dan and the twink had disappeared. I headed into the washroom to tidy up my dripping ass and there they were necking by the urinals. Soon the twink was on his knees sucking Dan’s ridged cock. I grabbed the first bear to come in, towed him into a stall without a door, bent over facing Dan and the kid and informed the bear I needed another load. He didn’t need encouraging and slammed into my wet ass with his thick raw cock. The twink was spurred on to slip a condom on Dan’s cock and the great ‘fuck off’ was begun. Me taking it raw from the bear, the twink taking it safe from Dan. Dan and I eye’s locked like two cowboys facing off in a dual. The bear was soon bellowing as he blasted a huge load in my ass. He was quickly replaced by a leather daddy who took even less time to pound me silly and torpedo his load deep in my gut. I never took my eyes off challenging Dan to look away from my public dangerous promiscuous show. He never flinched. His eyes glared into mine. He was pumping faster and a distinct blush was starting to wash over his shoulders and upper chest. At the very last split second the twink yanked forward dislodging Dan’s erection, ripped the condom off, and drove his ass back onto Dan’s raw cock. Dan had no option but to unload in the kid. He did so without losing eye contact with me. His facial expression screamed at me, ‘so there you stupid cum slut’. I was green with envy. Dan pulled himself together and ran from the bathroom. The twink stripped naked as he came to me, bent and stuck his ass in my face. You’re damn right I feltched out Dan’s load. The twink and I snowballed it back and forth as a number more guys took advantage of our prone asses and dumped a number more loads into each of us.

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When I was in 2nd grade or so I joined the Cub Scouts. The den mother was nice and basically just lets us do whatever we wanted in the basement which was usually some sort of crafts. As it turned out nearly every one of us grew up to be gay but at the time I don’t think any of even knew what gay even was. We all kind of bonded being with other boys who were similar but we didn’t quite understand how so. It was also nice to be with boys that weren’t picking on us or being mean. One of my favorite memories from childhood was when we were down in the basement doing some kind of crafty thing when Marc, a very nelly baby queen cud scout stepped out of the room for a minute. For a little backstory - This happened in the middle 1970s and there was a new game show that was a big hit called Celebrity Sweepstakes. One of the regular ‘celebrities’ was a very busty ditzy platinum blond named Carol Wayne. A few minutes later nelly Mark comes back into the room with a couple of oranges stuffed under his shirt to look like tits and a mass of white yarn all over his head like a majeshift wig. He threw his arms up like the little diva he was and says ‘Look at me! I’m Carol Wayne!’ We all cheered and clapped and laughed. It was probably my first real non sexual gay experience and I still love that memory of being ‘with my people’

Hey there gents. I'll be headed to the Canaries for the first time next week. Looking to take loads from sensual daddies and give loads to good boy cubs. Let's have fun!

It’s so hot! Would love to find other guys in NYC area who want to have dad son role play and really explore it.

The Seattle/PNW freeze is real! And the STD rates are high it seems - it was hard to find people that actually wanted to fuck and I still ended up with gonnohrea...