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Part 40 - Franco Returns Sandra turned and kissed her son and Tony as they returned from picking up their morning suits for the wedding, for Harrison this was quite a large affair as Sandra was still top dog on the social scale in town. Since the wedding was taking place at Adam's parents large country house in Harrison they were staying there until they left for Barbados. Mark as usual had arranged everyone's flight including Steve and Callum's from Barbados, they had touched down 1 hour a go and where on their way in the airlines car towards Harrison, they had been invited to stay at Adam's family home since the house Adam and Tony owned in Larchmont would be occupied by Nicky and Kit with their children along with Sam. Angelo's house was occupied by him and Ethan along with Daniel, Jordan, Josh and Bobby. Maddy, Lucy and the two David's were staying in NY at the Chatwell hotel which Mark had arranged. Franco was also going to be staying with Angelo and Ethan whilst Ben and Mark were staying at his mother and step fathers place in Harrison. That Friday evening everyone had arrived and they were due to meet a 7pm at the restaurant in the Larchmont marina for a kind of rehearsal dinner as Sandra was very traditional in that respect and insisted on it happening. She had booked out one half of the restaurant guessing 25-30 guests would be enough as it was close family and friends only. Adam and Tony had kept quiet about Nicky and Sam attending the wedding as he didn't want word to get out to quickly. Bu Sandra knew Madeline Davenport was coming which was a massive coup in her social standing. Guests had started arriving and Sandra with Adam's father Brad were hosting as guests arrived and taking them towards the sectioned off part of the restaurant. The owners of the restaurant had come in specially as they had glimpsed the guest list seeing Madeline and Davenport with their son Mark and his husband Ben. They knew they had to impress and greeted them warmly as they arrived, David Davenport turned to the owner and told him no expense spared and he will take care of the bill authorising his credit card. Sandra reappeared and greeted the Davenports and Salingers as they arrived together, she still couldn't fathom out how Adam and Tony had got into such a circle of influential people, she returned still shaking her head in joy when she spotted Ethan walking in the door, she ran over to hug him then looking over his shoulder she stopped in shock seeing Nicky and Kit walking in. Suddenly the mysterious question marks on the guest list made sense. Ethan chuckled "Sandra let me introduce you to Nicky, Kit their children and Sam Smith". "Oh wow, oh go, oh wow, how lovely to meet you" Sandra said somewhat tongue tied. "And Angelo who you know" Ethan said. It was a surreal evening and she felt like she would need to keep pinching herself to make sure it wasn't a dream. Adam had already explained that in small town Harrison his mother was top dog in the ladies circle to Nicky, Maddy and Lucy, all three of them knew the importance of appearance and had chatted away with Sandra and doing what they could by making sure they had Bobby take a photo of the 4 of them together after the wedding. It was a rowdy rehearsal dinner and evening but everyone had a great time, Sandra went over to the head waiter asking to settle up the account but the owner intervened and told her that everything had already been taken of. When probed the owner declined to reveal who had paid, Sandra returned and Adam seeing a confused look asked her what was wrong, after she explained he saw David Davenport give him a wink. Adam smiled and told her not to worry and not to make a fuss. Both Adam and Tony's parents wee quite emotional throughout the ceremony, the gardens had been infused with white lilies which was Adam's grandmothers favourite flowers and was his choice to remember her by. Steve and Callum sat there holding hands next to Daniel and Jordan, both Adam and Tony would glance at Steve and Callum and smile. The rest of the group had already picked up that something was going on with these four, only Franco seemed a little out of the picture since only just re-joining his gay family as he called it. Still hurt and upset by Joaquim he had put his straight barrier back up although he knew deep down he enjoyed the company of guys, he had a lot of love and admiration for Josh and couldn't help wondering if they would have been together now if he had only let Josh in at the time. Bobby had his photographer there and rounded up all the guys for a family picture which took half an hour to get everyone in place, little did they know that they would have to retake the family photo at another wedding as was destined to grow again. For now that Bobby stood with Josh and Franco next to Ethan, Angelo, Ben, Mark, Adam, Tony, Steve, Callum, Jordan and Daniel. After the photographer was happy we got the right picture it was Angelo who said that the family was 13 and needed to be 14 looking at Franco. Ethan leaned in to Franco and told and whispered to Franco that they were all on a mission to find him someone, he shook his head and laughed hugging Ethan. "You don't know how much I have missed everyone" Franco said holding Ethan tight. Ethan kissed him on the cheek "Well your coming back and I am excited to have you around again". Franco sighed "My only regret is letting Josh go but my head wasn't in that space at the time". Ethan looked at him "No one could have predicted what was going happen Franco least of all you". Franco nodded "I thought I wanted a Latin boyfriend but I can't trust them after Joaquim" he opened up. "You need someone is more stable no flitting around city to city every day" Ethan said smiling. He smiled back at Ethan "At least we can have some fun trying to find me someone" he laughed. By midnight the wedding party was finally coming to an end and guests were leaving, Ethan had introduced his mother and father to Nicky, Kit and the Davenports as well as Sam, Ellie knew what to expect in 2 months time when her son and Angelo were due to marry. David Davenport had an instant connection with Jack and chatted quite openly about the problems he was facing with their legal counsel and upfront planted the seed that both he and Ethan would make a formidable team working together in LA for him and Angelo's company as well as handling their financial affairs. It gave Jack a lot to think about especially as he knew how upset Ellie got every time Ethan came home and left again, she couldn't let go of him and neither could Jack. As David left Jack he shook his hand and looked him in the eye 'Think about it Jack but don't take to long', Jack already decided that tomorrow he would talk to them all as a family but only if Ethan would agree would they consider it, he wasn't overly sure if Ellie would leave Harrison and then there was Sofie to consider although she too missed Ethan. The following morning bright and early Adam and Tony left for Barbados to spend two weeks at the Salinger Barbados with Steve and Callum, picking up Daniel and Jordan en-route who despite handing over the reigns for a few months decided to spend some time enjoying the sun. Angelo and Ethan were having lunch with Ethan's family and during the time they spent together Jack told them about the offer from David Davenport, Ellie was still mulling things over since Jack had told her before they went to bed and she was adamant that the decision had to be thought out and agreed by everyone. Ethan looked at Angelo who just smiled and he knew that Angelo was fine whatever decision was made, he couldn't help but think this was a mere formality and the decision was partly made. Ethan knew how successful his father was in this area and was constantly turning away contracts as he was so busy, Raffa made sure he kept plenty of business coming his way. Raffa had even told Jack that if he ever moved away he would still refer business to him after the deal was done with Angelo's company, with Ethan working with him they would be able to comfortably manage the workload, he had even thought that Ellie could manage the office and make it a real family business. Ethan agreed to the idea and even his sister was getting excited at the prospect they could move to LA and she could pursue her dancing. As they parted company after lunch Ethan told them to think about it carefully over a few days before making any decision. The flight back to LA went quickly since the group had taken over most of first class they were constantly walking up and down chatting to everyone, for the first time the limos parted ways after passing the East Gate compound of Bel Air going to the respective houses. Franco was excited but one thing still played on his mind and that was Josh, they hadn't really finalised things so Franco took the opportunity on the flight to get him alone for a few minutes. "Josh I'm sorry the way things went with us, you know if I had known then it would be different now" Franco said looking at Josh. Josh sighed "Franco I like you as a friend, but I can't deny how much you hurt me and then go all gay". "I wasn't at the time, but it was that kiss with you that threw my life in turmoil" Franco stared straight ahead. Josh smiled "Did I turn you gay then?" he asked. Franco looked at him and smiled "I guess you did. You and Bobby really serious then?". Josh nodded "He has asked me to marry him and I said yes" he said looking at Franco "I don't want things to be difficult between us". Franco leaned over and kissed him "You will always have a place in my heart Josh" he spoke with meaning "And I want us to stay close friends". Josh nodded and kissed Franco back "Good and I do as well". Franco went and sat next to Bobby and explained things to him, Bobby looked at Franco and smiled pulling him in for a kiss which Franco found strange as he had never kissed a guy with a beard before and giggled every time is brushed his face. Bobby knew all about Josh and Franco's turbulent history and finally understood why Josh fell for Franco, but he found it funnier how much alike he and Angelo were in looks and build and how he got his reputation as a bit of a rough boy in college, but underneath he was a very genuine and kind person. Stefan stood outside in shorts and t-shirt having gone round and given the house one last going over to make it spotlessly clean and after finishing dinner. He had prepared the annexe for Franco and was looking forward to meeting him albeit a little nervous unsure what to expect, all he did know was the was much like Angelo but shorter. The limo turned on to the driveway and pulled up to the house, he suddenly realised that in all his years of doing this job he had never waited outside for his employers to return, but then none had shown him such warmth at welcoming him to their home and allowing him to use the pool and gym when ever he wanted. Ethan was first out and Stefan walked over to help with their bags but he was knocked for six in surprise as Ethan flung his arms around Stefan hugging and kissing him. "Wow that was a nice welcome" Stefan chuckled. Ethan let him go "Oh god sorry, I hope I didn't offend you?" he asked. Stefan smiled "I don't think you could ever offend me Ethan, just took me by surprise" he replied. Angelo walked around "Stefan hope you survived without us" he said kissing him on the cheek. "It was quiet and lonely without you here" he said hugging Angelo thinking this was still strange the way they treated him. Ethan dragged Franco out of the car "Stefan this is Franco" he said spotting the look between them straight away. Franco walked up to Stefan "Hi" was all he could say, his head had been truly turned by Stefan. They shook hands "Great to meet you Franco or can I call you mini Angelo" he chuckled but then went serious. Franco was already laughing "Do that and I will teach you a lesson" he said staring at Stefan. Stefan went round and picked two bags up "I look forward to you trying" he said walking off the house. Franco turned to Ethan "Fuck Ethy he is hot". Angelo gave Franco a gentle kick on the ass "Hands off the staff" he chuckled walking inside. Ethan was watching Franco with a grin on his face "You two didn't waste any time flirting". Franco turned his head sharply to Ethan "Yeah but never have the courage to act on it". Ethan put his arm around Franco and gave him a kiss "He is a really nice person Franco and I think he was a little taken back by you". Franco smiled "Yeah but as Angelo said he works for you so off limits I guess" he said. Ethan walked with him to the house "Would you though, I mean he is way from being a Latino?". "Blah" Franco said "I have decided to expand my horizon" he laughed "I need something reliable". Franco was too tired to eat but wandered around the house for a while approving of the place and how much he loved the interiors, Angelo took him to the annexe where he had his own lounge, bathroom and bedroom. He told Franco to see how he got on in here and if he wanted to he could have a bedroom in the main house. Franco had never had this much room before but he was waning and needed to sleep. "Have you eaten Stefan?" Angelo asked as he wandered back in to the kitchen. Stefan looked over at him "No I will eat after I have finished your dinner" he replied. Angelo shook his head "Nonsense you will dine with us Stefan". "No really Angelo that is not necessary and it is what I am use to" Stefan said plating the salad. Ethan chuckled "Do as he says Stefan you won't win" he picked up a piece of cucumber and ate it. "Hands off" Stefan went to slap his hand but missed and laughed "Okay if you are sure" he said. Angelo fetched a bottle of wine and helped set the table out on the terrace, pouring half a glass for Ethan and one for him and Stefan. They ate and chatted for several hours until Stefan began clearing the table, Ethan got up and helped him carry things back to the kitchen and then returned to the terrace and sat on Angelo's lap kissing him. "I'm tired it's been a long weekend" Ethan said to Angelo running his hands along his muscled arms. Angelo watched Ethan lovingly "I don't care how tired you are" he whispered to him. Ethan's cock was already hard, he looked at Angelo and whispered back to him "Show me how much you love and own me". Angelo stroked the side of Ethan's face "I'm going to do more than own you". Ethan giggled "Fuck I love you so much Angelo you drive me crazy" he said kissing him deep. Angelo picked Ethan up and kissing him they wandered through the lounge and down to the master bedroom. Stefan watched them from the kitchen turned on by how plain and simple their love for each other showed, he missed having a boyfriend and sharing sensual and erotic moments like he had just seen. Shaking it off Stefan knew he had to move on and sort his life out but he wasn't just going to settle for anything he wanted someone to really love and love him and that was the hardest thing to find, but right now he was very happy having found Angelo and Ethan to work for and they had shown him nothing but genuine friendship as well. Angelo lowered Ethan on to the bed their mouths still attached tongues dancing around trying to get the upper hand, whilst he was still not match for Angelo's physique Ethan was still quite formidable pitted against him. It was his ability to hold his own, well nearly, against Angelo but there was never any question who was in charge in the bedroom. Angelo flipped Ethan on to his stomach and pinned him down ripping his underwear off, Ethan giggled in pure delight when Angelo got rough with him but no matter how much he wriggled and tried to manoeuvre away Angelo knew he only had to stick one finger in his ass and Ethan would be subdued. They wrestled around on the bed rolling on top of each other naked, broken up by intense kissing before resuming when Angelo got Ethan in a bearhug on the bed. Ethan groaned in pleasure feeling the arms of his man holding him tight, he allowed him a few minutes of selfish pleasure before resuming his struggle. Angelo telling him to stop struggling and be his bitch, Ethan retorted I ain't not bitch before his head hell forward and he moaned unable to do anything, Angelo had lowered his arm and slipped a finger in to Ethan's ass. Angelo laughed kissing Ethan's head 'I know your weakness baby'. Quickly Ethan was flipped back on his stomach and already Angelo had him pinned down his cock sliding and rubbing against Ethan's hole. Ethan stretched his legs and his toes curled in anticipation, hands grabbing the top of the mattress to brace for impact. Ethan raised his head and moaned feeling his ass stretching open as Angelo's prised his lover open and immersed his cock in one long gentle push until his balls rested on Ethan's ass. He turned his head feeling Angelo's hot breath on his neck and sought his mouth, their lips parting and allowing Angelo's tongue to enter his mouth they melded in to a heap of lust and desire for each other. Angelo secured one arm around Ethan's neck the other around his body, his hips undulating in slow purposeful thrusts to remind Ethan that he belonged to him. Ethan's left arm held Angelo's head, he moaned again this time in a slight pain but pleasurable feeling that he did when Angelo wriggled his hips from side to side, Ethan could feel Angelo's hard cock pushing against the sides of his anal wall causing his nerve endings to tingle in the sensation. Ethan's legs thumping against the mattress until Angelo hooked his feet under Ethan's legs pinning them apart and stopping them from moving. Hs toes seemed to curl in on themselves and he moaned louder, he felt the full weight of Angelo on top of him, his body and legs securely held in place 'Oh Angelo' he moaned pushing his ass up to meet the downward thrusts trying to get more of him inside. Ethan was so turned on and horny he begged Angelo to fuck him harder and he yelped and groaned as he began to feel the speed and intensity increase, they kissed again and looked each other in the eye. Angelo felt tingling in his balls as he seed was on the move, his arm tightened around Ethan's body and he began to quicken the pace of his fucking, breathing hard and kissing Ethan's neck he began to feel the ass tighten around his cock and Ethan cried and moaned as his orgasm took over his body. Angelo could feel Ethan's cum coating his arm that held his boy securely, he gave several hard thrusts and fired his seed with love and purpose in to Ethan. Angelo's ass cheeks clenched with every spasm from his ejaculation jolting his cock and pushing his seed deep in to Ethan. He collapsed on top to catch his breath, he never imagined that sex with Ethan would get even hotter and more intense as their relationship grew in to pure selfless adoration for each other. Ethan stroked Angelo's head 'oh fuck' was all he could say still pinned on the bed and held in Angelo's arms and a big smile on his face. Carefully Angelo pulled his flaccid but still big cock out of Ethan's ass and rolled on to his back, Ethan climbed on top of Angelo and laid there in his arms kissing each other. Tired and exhausted from their weekend they quickly fell asleep. Angelo was up early and went to make a coffee to find Stefan was already up and had a pot of coffee ready and some fruit and yoghurt prepared. Quickly he ate breakfast and poured a coffee and went to sit outside to drink it and enjoy the morning air, he smiled seeing Stefan swimming quite energetically in the pool. "Morning, didn't expect to see you up and around this early" he called out to Stefan. Stefan stopped swimming catching his breath "It's a work day so figured you would be up early". "Thanks for this by the way" Angelo said holding his cup up "Mark and Ben are coming for dinner tonight". Stefan nodded "Anything in particular you would like for dinner?" he asked climbing out of the pool. Angelo shook his head "Oh I don't know what do you suggest?" he was completely lost of ideas. Stefan chuckled "Leave it with me, I will do something healthy" he said drying himself off. "Oh it will be six for dinner, you are joining us as five is an odd number" Angelo said chuckling. "Okay, I know better than to say no to you by now" Stefan laughed and smiled at him. Franco walked out on to the terrace dressed only his boxers "Morning". Angelo looked at him "Franco have some decency and get dressed properly" he said shaking his head. Franco poked his tongue out and took his boxers off "Going for a swim, you coming back in?" he asked Stefan. Stefan was busy looking at Franco's body and the tattoos "Sorry, oh no that's okay I have work to do". Franco shrugged his shoulders "Suit yourself" he replied and dropped his boxers so he was naked and dived in. Angelo smiled to himself he knew Franco enough to know when he was being coy and even more so in Stefan's presence, he said his good bye and went off to kiss Ethan who was still in bed. Stefan had never seen such a developed 20 year old, his tattoos were not erratic but very sensually adorned his youthful body, there was no question he had the hots for Franco but didn't know if it was the roughness of him that he liked and the way he spoke or just that he was a very sexy looking guy. Boundaries Stefan reminded himself, never cross them but he couldn't help smiling as he walked back to his room to shower. "I'm off sexy" Angelo said leaning over to kiss Ethan. Ethan grabbed Angelo to kiss him properly "Wish you didn't have to work today". Angelo chuckled "Keep your eye on Franco today" he said winking at him. Ethan looked at Angelo "Oh you see it as well?" he asked. "See what?" Angelo asked jokingly. Ethan smiled "Franco and Stefan" he replied in a did you not know way. Angelo nodded "Yeah but I don't want Franco to make things difficult with Stefan". Ethan laid back on his pillow giggling "Unless you ban it something it going to happen between them". "Behave you or you will get another pounding tonight" Angelo said kissing him again. "Now your just egging me on to misbehave" Ethan smiled and cosied himself under the duvet. Stefan knocked on the door "Coffee Ethan?" he asked through the door. "God sake Stefan come in, you don't have to ask through the door" Ethan said and Angelo laughed. "See you all later" Angelo said as he left the bedroom. Ethan looked at Stefan putting the coffee down "Stay a while Stefan" he said. Stefan smiled "Okay just for a few minutes" he replied. "Do you mind me asking about what happened you know with your boyfriend?" Ethan asked out of the blue. "No" Stefan replied "after 4 years we found we were not in the same space, we hadn't been for quite awhile". Ethan nodded "That's quite sad and he was a fool to let you go" he said sympathetically. "Yeah, we have not spoken and it was a case of me having to move out quickly" Stefan looked at Ethan. "I am sorry, I wouldn't know how to handle such a breakup" Ethan said putting his cup down. Stefan looked at him "I love him and he still loves me but we would have ended up hating each other, sometimes you know when your not compatible". Ethan leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek "Stay friends with him if you can, I mean look at Ben and me". Stefan raised an eyebrow "I thought you two were inseparable?". Ethan shook his head "When he found out I was gay he was quite harsh to me in many ways but it was down to his own feelings". "What do you mean?" Stefan asked laying back on the bed. Ethan chuckled "He knew he was gay as well and always had a crush on me. I have slept with him many times as we grew up". "And when it was all out did you?" Stefan asked curiously. Ethan laughed "No, we kiss and other stuff but never fuck that's reserved for our lovers". Stefan half smiled "So what about you, I mean is Angelo your first?" he asked with interest. Ethan chuckled "He was my first and took my virginity and owns me" he said laughing. Stefan shook his head "Wow that is so lucky, so was he responsible for you know?". "Yes, the first time, we met on my 18th birthday when I went to the bathhouse" Ethan explained. Stefan looked at him "And your sort of okay with it?" he asked "Sorry I don't mean to be intrusive". Ethan smiled at him "It was more than I bargained for but he stuck by me, a little rocky to start with". "In what way?" Stefan asked. Ethan shrugged "When I fell ill and he cared for me we had a turbulent evening one night". "I wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of him" Stefan joked. Ethan smiled again "Well I did that one night and that's when he told me that he owned me". He continued "Some how I climbed his barriers and got to him, he stuck by me without question". Stefan smiled "I saw the genuine love you have for each other when I first me you both". Ethan laughed "He is an incredible person to be around and in bed with". Stefan stood "Treasure what you have. Thanks Ethan, I needed this chat" he said picking up the empty cup. "You know Angelo thinks of you as part of our family being so close to us" Ethan said watching him. Stefan turned and smiled "Thank you I think" he laughed "just give me time to adapt to working like this". Ethan chuckled "You better adapt quickly at be more at ease with us". Stefan laughed "Is that so" he said "I need to sort dinner out this evening, breakfast is in the kitchen". Ethan and Franco sat in the kitchen having breakfast before they were due to head off and find Angelo and Mark at the office and take Ben and Josh out to lunch. Ethan was due at a lecture the following day to pick up some course work for the next week so he was making the most of his free day. Franco was looking forward to starting work the following week and chose his workspace, by lunchtime Ethan and Ben were stood waiting for Franco to finish with Angelo and Mark. Ethan asked Ben were he fancied lunch and Ben looked at him and said he knew the perfect place to take Franco. Considering they were dressed smartly Ben decided to take the guys for lunch at the Four Seasons Beverly Wilshire. Ben was using the Liongate limo and drive since David and Maddy were out of town for a week, the drive took 20 minutes before they pulled up outside. The door man immediately came over and spoke in his radio recognising the limos plates 'DAVENPORT1', he opened the door and Franco, Josh and Ethan climbed out and he nodded courteously, Ben exited and was greeted as Mr Davenport. The flurry of staff escorting them to a table on the terrace and attending to their every need for an hour made them feel very special but Ben was still down to earth but getting use to this where ever he went now. The head waiter escorted them all back to their limo to find some photographers had turned up being tipped off that the Davenport limo was at the hotel, Ben smiled at them without stopping and got in the limo. "God I hate that part" Ben said resting back in the seat. Ethan chuckled at him "Well you can't stay in the house all the time". Franco plopped himself down in the seat "Your big news Ben everyone still wants you" he laughed. "Our Ben the famous Ben Davenport, you need to change your name" Josh said giggling. Ben smiled "I know but I want to keep my fathers family name as well" he chuckled. By the time Ethan and Franco returned home later in the afternoon Stefan was busy preparing dinner and they both insisted on helping so he gave them the task of setting the table on the terrace and then they could help make an apple pie. Franco helped but wandered off and laid at the edge of the pool after the table was done. Ethan went in and began peeling apples to help make desert, he chuckled to himself catching Stefan glancing at Franco every now and then. "What's so funny?" Stefan asked taking the peeled apples. Ethan went to wash his hands "You" he said splashing water at him from the sink. Stefan chuckled "Why am I so funny all of sudden?" he asked. Ethan contemplated for a moment "Do you fancy him?". "Fancy who?" Stefan made light of the conversation. Ethan smiled and nodded to where Franco was laying "Over there" he looked directly at Franco. Stefan smirked and started chopping the apples "Maybe or maybe not". "There is no maybe about it, I see you and you flirted with each other big time last night" Ethan said. Stefan laughed "Did we indeed, he is nice but boundaries are not crossed" he said returning to his chopping. Ethan picked up a piece of apple and shrugged his shoulders "Find out how he feels". "Here roll the pastry out" Stefan said shaking his head smiling. Ethan cleaned himself up after successfully making an apple pie with Stefan's help and he felt quite accomplished, he wandered out to the pool where Franco was sleeping quite contently. He opened one eye sensing someone was looming over him, he grabbed Ethan's leg trying to put him off balance and sitting up. Ethan retaliated by trying to push Franco in to the pool but he wouldn't budge, Franco rose to his feet with a mischievous grin on his face and Ethan turned to run off but Franco had him and there was no escaping him once he caught you his arms. Ethan struggled to free himself and found he had much more strength now but he could not prise Franco's arms from his body, he squealed for help laughing and could feel himself being dragged back to the pool. Stefan watched from the lounge as he tidied it up turned on by the scene by the pool, there was a big splash as they both fell in to the pool laughing. Angelo had walked in with Ben and Mark, Ben seeing his bestie in trouble tore outside taking his t-shirt and shorts off and jumped in the pool to rescue Ethan. Mark stood there shaking his head laughing "Sorry Stefan unfortunately they misbehave a lot" he said. Stefan laughed watching them fighting in the pool "That's okay it's kind of fun, I miss that in life". Angelo put his arm around Stefan "There is never a dull moment when they are together". "You know Franco is kissing your husband?" Stefan said looking shocked and alarmed. Mark waved his hand "Just be thankful your not their next target" he said chuckling. Stefan grinned "Oh I don't know" he replied laughing "you can but dream". Angelo burst out laughing pushing Stefan towards the pool "Go and rescue Ethan and see what happens". "No, no" Stefan protested anchoring his feet to the floor as best he could "I like to keep some boundary". Mark laughed "They will break any boundary you put up". Stefan dodged the bullet "Right you guys need feeding" he said heading back in to the kitchen. "I hope your joining us Stefan" Mark said walking over to Angelo "Angelo when are we having a pool party?". Angelo shrugged his shoulders "How about Saturday, Daniel and Jordan are in town for a few days". Mark nodded "Excellent I will let Bobby and Josh know, what about your real estate agent?" he laughed. Angelo chuckled "Yeah we can see if he wants to join us". "Oh I will ask Pedro as well since my parents are out of town" Mark suggested and Angelo nodded. Stefan watched Angelo at the pool threatening to take his t-shirt off as he placed the food on the table and Mark wandered back over, both Ben and Franco backed off to the other side of the pool and Angelo leant over and pulled Ethan out. Stefan grabbed some towels and went over handing one to Ethan, Ben was teasing Stefan trying to get him to jump in put he put the towels at the side of the pool and scooted back off to finish getting dinner. Eventually they all sat down for dinner with Ben pushing in to sit next to Stefan with Franco the other side. Stefan laughed and shook his head "I am not sitting in between you two" he said. Ben sniggered "Sorry but your last to sit down so you will have to". Stefan decided to take the risk "Okay" he replied holding his hands up "but no funny business". Ben and Franco grinned at each other patting the seat for Stefan to sit down, fortunately dinner passed without any incidents and realised that all their playfulness they were actually quite grown up when it came to meal times and behaved with perfect respect. Ethan told Stefan to sit down and he would get desert as he made most of it, Angelo looked up in surprise and had to keep asking Stefan if he really did make it, Stefan nodded and said that apart from making the pastry he did most of the work. Mark suggested that Stefan teach them all how to cook, Stefan laughed and said that with these 3 only a mess would get made. Angelo and Mark helped Stefan clean up despite his protest that it was his job but he knew it would be no point discussing the matter when Angelo gave him an end of discussion look. Despite Mark and Ben's house only being a 5 minute walk away it was becoming the norm that they would stay over. In the morning Ben reminded Angelo that Heike was coming over that evening to discuss their designs. It was a calm evening despite the noise from the Ben, Ethan and Franco in the pool, Angelo's test alert went off and saw that Daniel and Jordan were arriving on Friday and staying at the Salinger Los Angeles. Mark sent them a text inviting them to stay at St Pierre. Daniel replied straight away with a big smiling face followed by see you Friday at 6pm.

A few hours ago I got a msg on my scruff from a hot muscular British/Asian lad (Bengali) He was horny & parked at the dark end of a local supermarket car park, was I up for meeting & getting fucked & bred in his car? I replied saying yeah & I’d be there in 5 minutes. I jumped in the car & raced over there, I txt as I arrived & I saw his headlights flash. He txt saying to join him in the back of his car. I got in & he was naked & rock hard & had pre cum running down his thick 8” cut dick. I stripped off & started sucking him off. After a few minutes he got me on my back holding my legs back while he deep rimmed and tongue fucked my hole. I was rubbing my nipples vigorously which are wired to my arse as he got between my legs to guck me. still rubbing my nips hard he lube up his dick with some spit & shoved it in me balls deep, i gasped & moaned with pleasure. He drilled his dick hard & deep into me, it felt so good I couldn’t stop myself moaning louder & louder till he put his big hand over me mouth. He kept smashing my cunthole hard & deep, suddenly he said he was about to cum, he held back from roaring as he flooded my cunthole with his cum. As he pulled out I held my arse up & told him there was a but plug in my jeans pocket. He plugged my hole so I couldn’t leak any of his cum , as I sat up he got hold of my rock hard cock & started sucking on it then spitting on it and rubbing his up & down my cock shaft. Without saying a word he suddenly straddled me & worked my dick in his tight hole & started riding it, I reached up & had a good grope of his big pecs then ran my hands down his solid abs! It sent me over the edge & my cum cannon started shooting big thick wads of cum up his arse.

Yesterday I had a great day! I had something set up with a buddy and he had to reschedule. I was disappointed and horny - but shit happens. Hopped online and found a FB who was going to be passing through my area, so we set something up quick. When he arrived he asked if we could play in my sling. He really enjoys fucking in the sling. I hopped up and got settled and he proceeded to drill my ass for about 20 minutes and dumped his huge load. A couple of hours later, I got a message from a different FB. His partner was hooking up at their house with one of his regular FB's and was I free?? He came over to the house and when he heard that I already had a load he said he wanted to try the sling (he had never played in one at this point). I got settled in the sling and he immediately dropped to his knees and started to lick and suck my wet hole. I could feel his tongue digging around for Buddy #1's load. He didn't waste a lot of time and soon was banging his cockhead against my pucker - slapping the hole, sticking in just an inch... really teasing me. Then he looked into my eyes and slammed his big cut cock right to the base in my wet hole. He said he loved the wetness of my hole. He said he could feel #1's load sloshing around his cock and he asked if it was OK if he blew a quick load? Apparently this was really turning him on. A few seconds later, I could feel the warm cum spreading inside my hole and hear the sloshing sound of his big dick slamming against my hole. He was really into the sling experience. We took a water break and then headed back downstairs. He took his time now and really gave my hole a good stretching and workout. He kept telling me how easy it was to fuck someone in the sling... it really turned him on. We fucked for a good half hour before he unloaded his second load up my guts. He immediately dropped to his knees and started slurping the three loads from my now gaping hole.... and I blew my load feeling his tongue probing my hole. It turned out to be a great day after all....

fuuuuuuuuuuckME! 😆

It was way back in the 80’s. I was 14 and pounding my cock like a madman in a mensroom stall at the Dade County public library while reading a steamy Gordon Merrick novel I found in the trash when a big, dark uncut cock appeared under the stall wall. Played with it first, then sucked it for a while before the guy told me to show him my ass. So I backed up to the stall wall and let him feel my ass and finger my hole. I felt his cock pushing up against my crack and in what seemed like a flash he was inside me. I shot two loads one right after the other while he fucked and seeded my hole. He pulled out, cleaned himself up and left in a hurry before I could see his face. Stayed in the stall for a while longer, using my own cum as lube to finger my hole and shoot a third load reliving what just happened. Used my underpants to wipe all the cum, lube and sweat off, balled them up and threw them and the paperback I’d been enjoying in my school bag, and took off home on my bike for dinner.

Guy and I have been messaging back/forth for about one year. Just couldn't get schedule together. This morning he messages me and I happen to be home. So he headed over. I put him on the massage table on his back. Sucked his cock, his nipples and then used my spit to start to open his hole a little. He opened up beautifully. Then he took a seat on the rim chair and his hole puckered up really nicely. I started to eat his hole and really give him some good tongue action to open him up. He knows how to use his hole. He was opening and closing it while I licked and sucked him. I ate his ass for a while, then put him back on the massage table laying on his back and legs wide spread in a Fort Troff porta-sling. His hole was wet and juicy and had opened up nice. I had some J-Lube ready and used it to work start working fingers 1-2-3-4 into his hole. He relaxed his ass and I was easily sliding 4 fingers into him. I could tell he would be able to take my fist, so I tucked the thumb and took my time and started to work my fist inside. I pumped his ass for a good 5 minutes to about halfway up my forearm. Then I stood up and stuck my cock into his gaping hole and fucked him a little. Then more fist. More cock. Repeated for another 5 minutes. He said that he was getting close and was really enjoying my fist action inside his second ring. He eventually blew a massive load all over his cock, balls and stomach. I scooped up all his cum and looked him right in the eye as I coated my cock with his cum. I made sure he could see my cock glistening in his own ass juices and his own cum... and I slide it right inside him until my balls were resting on his hole. And within a minute, I started oozing cum all up inside his warm guts. It was worth the one year wait. But I won't be waiting that long for the next round with him. Hot dude.

Definitely when I'm in darkrooms like that it's my purpose to be fucked bare and bred, be seeded. Oink!

Yes the dark room is pitch black (the clue is in the name I guess). @ballpumper is spot on. No drama, no chat. The condom ‘broke’ and I fucked him nice and deep until I came in him. If you want condoms don’t go in dark rooms and offer your lubed arse for daddy bears to ride. 😈

I was 15. I wasn't looking for it. But, I was sitting on the lawn at a park, next to a bridge that went over a small river. I noticed cars would come into the parking lot. Guys would sit in their cars for a few minutes then leave. Some returned again and again. One car did that several times. Finally, the driver got out of the car, walked down to the bridge. Stood in the middle of the bridge and stared back at me. I could tell he was looking at me, but I really had no idea what was happening. This guy was probably in his early 30's. He finally came over and sat on the lawn next to me and asked if he could sit there? I told him ok. We just did small talk, until he asked if I had a girlfriend? I said no. He asked if I had ever had a girlfriend? I said no. Then he asked if any girl had ever given me a blow job? I told him no. I had never had a blow job. I got hard talking about it. And he pointed out my erection in my shorts. He also had an erection and would adjust it. He told me that it was an incredible feeling that I needed to experience. He told me that he'd give me a blow job if I wanted to experience it. I was nervous and scared, but also very horny. I told him I did want a blow job, but didn't know where we could go. He told me to follow him into the woods. We found a very well used clearling in the woods. It was very protected. He sucked me off. I came very quickly. My knees were shaking. Then he asked me to suck his cock. I tried to give him a blow job like he'd given me. But, I'm sure it was terrible. But, he came in my mouth. I enjoyed the feel of sucking his cock. I wasn't quite prepared for the bitter taste of his cum. I spit it out. But, the experience was exciting and a big turn on. That first experience is probably why I have always enjoyed anonymous sex with strangers.

Awesome guys. Thanks for your replies. Finally some folks who understand me. I was literally begging guys to fuck me and next time I want to swallow much more loads then I did this time. I just love swallowing cum. My personal record is swallowing 16 loads in one day. Wouldn’t it be great if everybody would dump their loads down my throat? Let’s see how much cum I can handle! I will ask the folks at Church to write “CUM” on my chest with a big arrow pointing towards my mouth. For some reason my ass just can’t accept cum, it always starts to burn and make my stomach feel blown up a bit. And i’ve Become quite versatile this past year. When I see a hot ass, I don’t mind fucking it with my fat cock. That’s how bad my sex addiction has gone. And I love it. Being addicted to sex has to be the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Back at the gay campground this past weekend. My one true love and me first night there, July Fourth, go cruise the shed. Anxious, excited . . .we start early. No one much there yet. We make our own fun too. He starts pantomiming being strapped to the St. Andrews’ cross that is sitting there left from some other more assertively sexual weekend, like one of the leather weekends. Just the THOUGHT of him strapped there I mean the first thing I’d do is . . . . . . . pull his pants down of course. And that ass! He and I have been practicing fucking with an audience, which I am not so good at. Last time we were at the campground, we went out to the cruising area broad daylight, spread out a mat, and got to it until Ibred him hard and deepthere in the open. Well his ass there in the shed. I start doing what any self-respecting pervert fag does in that situation. I spit to lube his asshole and start pushing my dick in him.FUCK I hope the feeling of pushing in like that never stops making my head spin. My precum flows pretty well and in no time I am working long strokes in and out. He’s digging it. This dude sidles in from my periphery . . .he’s digging it too. He ‘s really into it. He checks my dick is bare. Pulls his dick out. It starts rapidly hardening. This dude is thirty something, muscular, shaved head. He asks something like “Are youse together?” in a NY accent. I tell him yeah we are. He asks if he can . . . .? I look at my one true. And regarding my one true, as I understand it I am an anachonism in his sexual life history in the way I own his ass. He’s never really been an anal bottom. Dirty slut perv, yes, we share that. But as I understand it, deep in his ass has been mine and mine alone. So I look at him for some kind of communication in the dark. No luck. But the dude practically pushes me out of the way to get lined up to penetrate the ass I just pulled out of. He asks if it is okay? I am like YEAH. Jeez though inexperience and excitement, he cant get lined up. I am not wanting to hurt my one true, so I help line it up and slide it in.FUCK. He is into it. He starts stroking in and out, and says to me “I love sodomy.” Then “ Man I love buttfucking.” As he is bare fucking my one true love’s ass anonymously. Me watching. He asks if it’s okay him fucking mine. I say FUCK YES He asks if he can cum? I say FUCK YES He asks if he should pull out? I say NO BREED HiM and I start going on . . . OF COURSE YOU SHOULD CUM INSIDE HIM. I BREED HIS ASS REGULARLY. WHO WOULDN’T WANT YOUR CUM UP THEIR ASS? YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN HIM And he asks how old he is “Sixty-one” I reply Dude says. I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING i’m cumming. And he bred my man’s ass. His dick . . .despite the dark I saw it slip out looking swollen and glistening. He popped it back in his pants and was off. Omd the fun we had the next day trying to figure out exactly who it was. But that is nothing compared with the fun in my head. STRANGER YOUNG MUSCLE DUDE BRED MY ONE TRUE’S ASS ANONYMOUSLY AND I HELPED IT HAPPEN We fucked later that night when we got to the camper. We fucked the next morning again in the cruise area out of doors. We fucked and fucked and fucked in addition to fooling around at the gay campground. FUCK man! You can imagine why he’s my one true to do that with me. If you took as much dick as I gave him, you might understand why I am his.

I finally had time to visit Amsterdam's Meat Market party at Club Church again. Although i have been fucking bare for a long time now, I never had a chance to visit Meat Market (MM) again since i always have to work when that party is on. Meat Market is a party comparable to Fickstutenmarkt where tops can fuck all the bottoms they want, and the blindfolded bottoms are never allowed to refuse a top. If you wear a red hood, you are allowed to be fucked bareback, if you wear a white hood you can only be fucked safe. And this was my first time going bare. For some reason I am always super nervous at the start of a party. Mainly, I think, is that I am afraid that i am not clean. I live an hour away from Amsterdam and although I was clean when i left, the nerves pushed some 'enemies' in my fuck hole. But fortunately i came fully prepared with a douche and a big 23cm dildo to clean out the last enemies. Right before the party started my dildo and I gave myself the 'all clear' and I was good to go! I was placed at the corner of a fuck bench with my ass up and then the wait began. I could hear footsteps approaching me and the first guy next to me got fucked mercilessly. Soon a guy approached me and pushed me over and he immediately started aiming for my hole. His dick was a nice size but not gigantic, so a nice one to open my hole with. He fucked me for a couple of minutes before slapping my ass and left. A second cock filled me up almost immediately afterwards. His cock pushed against my blatter quite hard and because of the nerves, even though they were fading away, i needed to take a piss. I went to the restrooms and when i was done some hot guy helped me getting back to the benches. My spot was taken so he literally put me in the corner where in the darkness i could find a bench too. Within seconds a new guy showed up and fucked me quickly but very hard. He left and his spot was taken by two undeniably American guys. Because my nerves were finally gone, my thick dick had finally awoken and i was stroking it. "Oh my God! Look at this whore's fat cock, babe! You wanna fuck him first?" one of the two exclaimed. Before I could say something, i was bent forward and had the guys dick in my mouth and immediately felt a terrible pain in my ass... His boyfriend started fucking me with a condom... Damn it! I am not only mentally allergic to condoms, but also psychically. My hole starts to burn like hell when a guy starts fucking me with a condom. Like you rub salt in it. I can only compare the feeling as being similar to getting cum in your eye. That hurts like hell too. I said to him: I am so sorry, but I am not wearing red for nothing I am allergic to rubber and it hurts so much! He kept fucking but the feeling was too painful so i got back up and said: sorry: bare or nothing. I knew i had broken the rules but fortunately they were kind enough to accept my apology and said that they normally fucked bare too, but...'It's Amsterdam you know.." I smiled at the irony of that coming from two guys from San Francisco. They pushed me on my knees and without being able to take a deep breath i had the other guys dick down my throat. They started to take turns filling my dumb face and one of them blew a nice load down my throat. Yes! Load number 1, in the pocket. More guys arrived and before i knew it i had dicks 4, 5, 6 and 7 in my ass. Dick number 8 also dumped a load in my face. I decided to take a smoke break and went to the bottom rest area. I was finally able to take my hood off for a second and i stared at this gorgeous smooth guy also taking a break. I was still hard and he immediately, without saying anything bent over. I didn't want to break the rules again (cause bottoms are not allowed to fuck other bottoms) but then i remembered seeing two bottoms blowing each other on my way to the rest area. My horniness won from my common sense and i started breeding his hole. His hole was so fucking open that I had to double check that my cock was actually in him, and I was not fucking the air between his legs. I kept pumping his ass when a second bottom appeared and bent over too. Damn, I couldn't control myself anymore: the sex addicted slut that I actually am took over the good 'boy next door' i normally pretend to be (lol). I did not want to cum so i stopped after a while and finished another sigaret. My ass was still sore from that stupid condom so I went to the restrooms again to cool my ass down with some water and i spotted this sexy guy with his gigantic cock. Turned out it was a fat 23cm dick and i begged him to fuck me. He pushed me down and first opened my throat, exclaiming: Fuck, not many guys can go that deep without throwing up haha!". I said:"Real whores are trained to deepthroat any dick". He kept fucking my throat before pulling me back up and turned me around and slammed his cock in my ass. I moaned and he started pushing harder and harder before pulling out, slamming my back to the floor and dumped load number 3 in my cum bucket mouth. "Thanks slut" he said, while slapping me in the face. He walked away and i wanted to return to the main area but I noticed this even hotter guy next to the stairs staring at me. Staring at me while stroking his massive piece of meat, that is. His eyes were on fire, and before i knew it he dragged me with him and threw me in a cubicle. He started fucking my face first and then pumping my wide open hole too before returning to my face and dumped load number 4 in me. I was in heaven, and in desperate need for more. I wanted another cigarette and went back to the bottom room where a hairy, piggy, clearly sex addicted versa bottom was awaiting me. He bent over and i started fucking him. Apparently i did not fuck him hard enough cause he smacked his own ass and waved his hand, signing me that he wanted more. I started slamming his ass as hard as i could and he started to moan like he was about to explode! Suddenly he pushed me away. I was confused: "Sorry, did i hurt you?". "No", he said. "But i want to dump my load in you now, you pig". I happily bent over and he slammed his rock hard dick in me like there was no tomorrow. Another guy started fucking my face and after a few minutes of brutal fucking he moaned like a bear attacking its prey and i felt his cocking pumping his cum in me. I was so happy! He thanked me and said i had a gorgeous ass. I finished my sigaret and went back up, i found a nice spot and before i knew it new guys started filling my ass again. Before i knew it I had 18 stripes on my back, meaning 18 different guys had used my body for their pleasure. I was super turned on and i noticed, while secretly raising my hood a bit that quite a few bottoms had already left. I laid ass up on the bench and a guys approached me and started fucking my face and dumped his load in my face. Number 5! Suddenly i felt two hands pushing my down and someone whispered in my ear:"lay flay on your stomach". I did as i was told and I felt warm spit dripping on my hole. "Yes, another bare cock for me", I thought! I had not even finished the thought or an excruciating pain rushed through my body. I screamed. "What the fuck are you doing!", I yelled. But he kept going. It felt like a small, hard foreign object was being pushed inside my ass. "Aaaarghh!!", I screamed in pain. My whole body started to reject this pain and I tried to wrestle myself loose, but his arm was around my neck and his whole body was on top of me. I couldn't talk anymore because at the same time another guy fucked his big cock in my mouth. But the pain was too severe. Finally the stupid fucker realised I wasn't enjoying his attempt of fucking me, and let me go. "Jesus! What the hell was that". I screamed. A bottom slut next to me, grinned and said:"And that is why we hate condoms". That stupid fucker had fucked my sluthole with his small rock hard dick wrapped in a condom. I got up, but way too quickly and my head started to spin. I almost fainted because of the pain, the lack of food I'd had and the shock of what just happened. I hated myself for my angry response, but it was just too painful. I went downstairs to take a piss and drink some water and cool my ass down a bit. "Did this guy really just ruin my amazing afternoon?", I thought. I sat down and took a deep breath. I forgot i was still wearing a hood, so within a minute a guy approached me and started fucking my throat again. Apparently he had noticed the whole ordeal and said: "Condoms can hurt like fuck, I know what you're going through". I thanked him for his words and kept sucking him. The pain started to fade away a bit and after resting for about 15 minutes i decided that I did not want this stupid guy to ruin my day. So i pulled myself together, went back up and went for the final round. Hungry tops happily took that opportunity and fortunately they all fucked me bare. I decided that I was done after a couple of hours of sex and took my hood off and said to one of the party assistants that I was finished for the day. I ordered my first drink of that afternoon and started to let my eyes get used to the bright disco lights. It started to wind down but i Noticed in the corner of the other fucked bench a super hot bottom getting destroyed by a hot salt and pepper bearded daddy. I walked up to them and enjoyed the spectacle. The daddy moaned and dumped his load in him. The bottom turned around and i saw a gigantic fat cock on that bottom. I could not control myself, since i had not cum yet. I approached him while the daddy jumped off of him and said to me:" He is all yours now!" I grinned and started to suck the bottom's fat cock. Immediately going all the way down until my nose was buried in his stomach. He started to moan and i climbed on top of him and started to ride his cock. Clearly he did not expect that but he enjoyed it nonetheless. "Give me your cock!", he begged. I got up and he turned around and i started fucking him. I didn't care anymore, i needed more sex! I kept fucking him right until I felt I could not hold it any longer. I stopped, because I did not want to cum yet, the evening was still young, and started to rub his dick with lube and gave him a super intense handjob, his body moved up and down and from side to side while moaning out:"oh yes, oh fuck, oh fuck!". Suddenly I yelled at him:" Give me your cum you slut!". He started rubbing himself and within 10 seconds he blew a gigantic load all over his chest. I licked it up and he thanked me for the great experience. A party assistent announced that the party was about to close and that it was time to get dressed again! I walked towards the coat check and i noticed one last red hooded cum whore still getting fucked. His caramel colored skin was filled with stripes. One stripe, for one cock. I started to count and that whore had 36 stripes on him. I congratulated him on that achievement and he started to laugh. "Well, you're not bad either!", he said. "Let me count yours". He started to count and he said:"Well done boy! You got 21 on you!" 21 cocks, 5 loads, and despite the condoms I had a fantastic afternoon. I left happily and cannot wait to go to the next party. xxx Charlie

So back when craigslist was a thing I was in a relationship with a guy that is dom/sun. more give then take in the sex dept. we live together and one day he bought mini van. We didn't need it but he bought it and worked on it. one night he takes me to garage and tells me to get naked. Nothing new but the back of the mini van is open and for the first time i see that he has added stocks in the van to keep my head, wrists ankles in place. He locks me in place and drives the van out of the garage. Windows are tinted now but its still weird to be locked up naked in the back of a van on all fours. We drive for a while and pull up to a house. he backs the van into the drive way and opens the back door. It's about midnight at this point. After a few minutes a guy comes out of the house after i assume my boyfriend texted him and gets in the back of the van with me. a few minutes later this random guy is fucking me silly and then cums in my ass. zips up and leaves. And for the next six hours we traveled around to different houses, meeting up with guys that were apparently contacting my boyfriend through craigslist. i got 20 loads that night. Towards the end it was getting late or early depending on you see things and my boyfriend takes us to the gay section of the city and finds a darker street and just opens the door. had a few guys walk by and just look. but a couple of randoms came up and fucked me like that. And thus began a tradition of Friday night bare ass deliveries to guys. never less than at least 10 loads in me by the end. and always offered up at the end of the night light a side walk hot dog after the bars.

- WARNING: Story contains abuse in detail. This is completely fiction. I really don't know how I ended up here... My wrists and ankles, chained from the ceiling and to the floor. My whole body feeling as if it was on fire. Something running down the back of my legs. I can hear the patter of it slapping onto the floor. Disgust overwhelms me as I try to close my eyes, try to forget I'm even here. They shoot back open when I hear someone else down the hall screaming. It's not normal either, it's blood curdling. I look around and see nothing but stone walls, realizing no one on the outside could even hear anything that these monsters were doing to us. My name is Liam and I live in a historic town in Kentucky. It has plenty of big, beautiful churches. I had always admired one in particular. I went to it as a child, but figured the upkeep was too much because it ended up going under and up for auction. Plenty of deals had came and went, mostly falling through, so the church just sat there. That was until I was twenty five and the sign in front of the large building finally came down. I thought to myself 'Okay, cool. I'd get to visit my old church.' Just for the nostalgic feeling. Rumors started to escalate though that an out of towner from Chicago bought it and it would probably be tore down and replaced by condos that had been popping up everywhere. That was a pretty big let down, but I couldn't help it. A few months later, they start working just on the inside of the church. Construction workers walking in and out, the noise filling the outside. I was out walking when I spotted a guy talking on the phone, and God was he huge. He had to be well over six foot, and built like a brick house. He was in black jeans and shirt, tight around his muscular frame. My heart skipped a beat looking at this god of a man. Once I decided to walk up to him, I'd learn his name was Butch. He was in his late thirties and heard about the property from a friend. "Plan on making a lot of money here." He said with a grin. The bull ring in his nose dangled as he moved his chiseled face. He invited me to come back when it was finished and he'd give me the tour of the place. If only I had said no.

Interesting conversation. First of all, some people have latex allergies. So, I don't think it's a wise idea to just put a condom on someone without asking permission. As @Guygonebad just said, if you're bent over in a dark backroom, I'd assume you're there to take ALL dick. Covered or not. There's an unwritten rule of no talking or conversations in a dark backroom. I really don't know of many backrooms I've played in lately where condoms are ever used. Bareback sex is typically assumed in those situations, these days. I hate condoms and prefer bare, but I'd assume that if I did want the guy to use a condom, I wouldn't be bent over inviting all cock. If a guy let me know he wanted to fuck me in that back room, I could at least whisper in his ear that I wanted a condom, so I'm not breaking the silence of the room. The only acceptable talking in a darkroom is grunts of "fuck me", "pound me", "seed me", etc.

If a bottom is bent over in a total dark room then the bottom takes whatever is offered! For a bottom in a dark room to reach around and try to put a condom on a top is RIDICULOUS!!! I also agree with @skinster that talking in a darkroom about being safe is ridiculous and no phone screen lights and also fit bits on wrists make a lot of light in a total dark room!

I think I've been to that dark room that you are talking about. And IT IS proper dark IMO for a proper fuck. Fast, slow, deeply satisfying and almost completely anonymous to release full contents of your balls however long you wish it to take - I'm saying "Proper" fucking experience with no need for a convo. Everything is already clear and pitch black for you. Bend the fuck over or stick it in and have a go. If you made it this far into the cellar - you're not a tourist, you're there for business. And on a good day it is busy - humps, bumps, moans and all extensive sounds of evident ongoing fucking. Hardly etiquette but my opinion - I don't think you should ruin it for others by starting to talk to explain your interests and lay down itemized any factual articulation or argue further on while holding the hand of your initially objecting friend before consummating a mutually-satisfying experience. Or have a cell phone with you to light up your surroundings jolting everyone else with a sudden burst of screen light. If mindless bitches start maneuvers with extra moves and rubbers and wiggling for a proper angle while fluttering around the room and what not else - ditch him and come back later if that hole doesn't storm off upon such conclusive rejection before you. The size of those crowns roaming the wild is sometimes overwhelming. Let them sit alone or waste someone else's time. No words are needed other than to convey your annoyance if a leechy cunt tries to attach itself to you again.

first of all, the best reason is just because we can. Straight guys don't get to do fun stuff like that cause the women they fuck wanna be treated like relevant human beings. Even most normal gay bottoms want to be treated with respect but trashy cumdumps don't give a fuck so we can use them like subhuman trash. The faggots I fuck know I don't have a drop of respect for them. They are just random whores that guys use for easy dirty fucks. That means we can do shit to them that we can't do to anyone we respect or give a fuck about. We can piss on them, or in them, spit in their faces, choke them, beat them, intentionally infect them with hiv and stds, share them, whore them out and destroy their sloppy used fuckholes.You can tell a cumdump that is a disgusting whore and a worthless piece of trash and it will suck your cock. You can tell these whores that you're going to give them aids and they will beg you for it then thank you for posing them. It's fun to see what you can shove up a whores cunt. I have fucked faggots with a lot of objects but nothing beats the really big stuff or using something that hurts the bitch.

I absolutely refuse a hookup if it’s not bare.

Okay, So I basically posted this in another thread earlier, but it applies here, too. I'll go into more detail here, though. I was 18 when I took my first anonymous load. Also, It was my first time doing anything with anyone. I had just moved into the dorms at college for my freshman year and decided I would explore and see what there was to do around campus. After methodically working my way back and forth, up and down the streets on the north end of campus, I came to a building that looked interesting. It was a club called the Carousel, and was 18 and up. "Great!" I thought, and I paid my $2-3 (or whatever the cover was) and went inside. Turns out, it was a gay bar that was pretty much legendary in town, but I was new and had no idea until I walked inside. I followed a crowd up a double spiral staircase, watched my first drag show, and went back downstairs during intermission to see if I could talk someone into sneaking me a drink. That's when he found me. I got a tap on the shoulder and turned around to find a really hot frat-type guy (probably a junior of senior, not sure). He said he saw the big "X" on my hand and said if I wanted some booze, his apartment was just a couple of blocks away. I didn't even know his name, but I said "Sure!" Honestly, I was so naive and sheltered growing up that I didn't even have thoughts of something like this going down an hour earlier. I was already somewhat confused as to where I was except for knowing the general direction of my dorm, but still, I followed him out the door, down a couple of streets and through an alley to the back door of an old Victorian that had been cut up into apartments. We climbed a flight of stairs and went inside his apartment, then he went to the fridge and he grabbed us a couple of beers. We sat on the sofa and talked about nothing, but he caught me looking at his bulge. He looked at me and asked "you want to see it?" I don't think I made a sound, but I remember nodding. He stood up, unbuckled his belt and dropped his shorts and boxers to the ground. It was the first time I had seen a hard dick other than my own. It was perfect. He sat back down next to me and said I could touch it if I wanted... I didn't even have to think, I just reached over and started slowly jacking him. He wasn't huge, probably about like mine.... 6 1/2 or 7 inches, medium thickness, cut... pretty average, I guess, but I was in heaven. Thats when he slid his hand down the back of my shorts. I knew he was trying to reach my asshole, so I shifted to give him better access. As soon as his finger touched my pucker, I knew what I wanted. As I said earlier, the thought of hooking up that night hadn't even entered my mind. If it had, I probably would have bought some condoms. I think he knew I was unprepared, because he asked me if I had one. When I told him I didn't, he said "Damn. All I have is lube." He just kept fingering my hole for a few minutes while I jacked him, knowing he was turning me on. Eventually, he pulled is fingers out of my ass and looked me right in the eyes. When he asked if he could fuck me raw, I said that was fine. After we had been fucking for a while, he asked if I wanted him to pull out. I told him I wanted his cum in virgin ass. That did the trick. I had told him I was inexperienced because I was too embarrassed to tell him I was a virgin. When he realized what I was saying, that he was taking my virginity bare, he unleashed the biggest load I've ever had. I never knew getting bred could be so hot until that night. Honestly, I had never even considered going bare before, because in every other aspect of my life, I avoid risk. Eventually, I found by way back to my dorm with a huge smile on my face and a leaky ass full of his anonymous load. I never knew his name, I never saw him at the club again, and as hard as I tried, I could never figure out exactly which house was his.

I think my first anon experience was when I was around 14. Family was on vacation staying a week in Florida. I was checking out the beach when I stumbled up on a couple guys hanging out. Had some small talk, found it they were staying in the same hotel we were. One thing led to another and they both ended up fucking me later that night in their room.

Similar situation. Grew up in Richfield Ohio. There was a rest stop by the freeway between school and home. (if you cut through the woods. I referenced to it before. With a link) It was pretty run down back then. I had to go one time, and knew it was there. Went to stall, hadn’t a clue what a glory hole was, even though I was sexually experienced by this time. I getting ready to leave the stall and noticed the guy looking through the hole at me. I looked through and saw he was masterbating. He rubbed his finger along the hole (didn’t know the meaning lol). Then next thing his dick came through the hole. I just instinctively put his cock in my mouth. It just looked so fucking delicious and it was. He came and bolted. By the time I left, he was already in his car and headed out. Never got a real look at him, but I was in heaven after. I doubt my feet touched the ground the whole walk home. After, I was always “having to stop in” lol. Didn’t take long before I found the stalls with a large opening, and the first dick I fucked belonged to a trucker. Nice dick and big balls. I was blowing him and had to feel it in me. I remember holding on the walls/ toilet paper dispenser to keep my ass on his cock. He screwed my brains out, while I remember the walls squeaked heavily. anyone and everyone in the restroom knew people were fucking.

17, at a football game. He turned out to be one of the players dads

I (26/6'4''/210lb/half beef, half cub/hairy) hooked up with a guy, we fucked for hours (i was the bottom) and when we were done, I was sitting in the car not quite ready to drive home. So I drove to the only high way parking place which is known to have some action. It was thursday night, after 1am and I wasn't expecting any luck tbh (I'm living in quiet a rural area in western germany). I've parked, got outside, put on a cigarette and waited. Couple of minutes later I saw someone. About 5'8'', one hand on his bulge. So I followed and stopped next to a truck, where the light of the cars driving by wouldn't hit me. He walked past me, looked back and whilst I was hard and working my cock through my sweat pants ( the guy I hooked up with called them "Quick Fuck Pants" which should turn out to be accurate) the guy came back and stopped, putting his hand where mine was, grabbing my cock. I grabbed his bulge, opend up his jeans and had a thick, cut, 6inch cock in my hand already drooling precum. He offered me his poppers but I declined (I can't keep a hard on on poppers, idk why. It just makes me want to get fucked.), He took a hit and sucked my cock good. He knew how to suck good. After jerking and talking (morrocan guy living in belgium) I went down on my knees and sucked that beautiful dick. He held my head and fucked my throat pretty roughly. I wanted that fucker to breed me, so I asked he wanted to fuck. He smiled, gave me his poppers, turned me around and pushed me against truck. In a matter of seconds, he pulled my pants down (told you: accurate) and just pushed his bare cock up my ass. One guy was walking past us but he continued fucking. It didn't take long for him to say that he's close. I took a hit of poppers, told him to cum inside, and started working that cock with my hole. He grabbed my hips and Shot his load within seconds. Third load that evening. Like a good boy I've sucked his cock clean (i love the taste of my own ass after being fucked and bred). This was one of the hottest encounters I've ever had. Of course I gave him my contact info on a common gay hook up site. I'm seeing him again next week.

Went to a bathhouse day before my birthday with my bf. Hes vers, but more but prefers bottom. We agreed to both do our own thing, BUT he got to pump both the first and last loads in me. All in all left with his 2 loads and 4 others up my hungry ass, and 3 down my throat.

I was walking down an alley shortcut after leaving the place to get some fresh air. It was stinking hot, steamy and the smoldering temperatures in my city made it tough to sleep that night, so I went wandering with my camera to look for some great lighting to shoot some images. I had smoked a big bowl of my personal tina, hash and weed mixture and it had got me high and feeling creatively sleazy. That or the full moon that was shining brightly in the cloudless sky. I was downtown on the West side, great locations for some good photos. I loved the hardcore look and the way the alleys were always funky cool. I turned a corner into an alley I had never walked through before. Industrial leftovers, piles of iron and steel along the walls, steam pipes breath from wall mounted exhausts made it super cool looking and when I found the old abandoned cars and machinery I was pumped as it was the perfect place to shoot. I pulled out my Nikon with a 35-55mm lens and began to work. As if someone was reading my mind, the exhausts began pumping out more steam draping everything in awesome moonlight. I was lost in this perfect place and had been shooting images for about 20 minutes when I was surprised by a deep voice coming from the shadows near a single metal door with a dim china hat light over it. Out from the shadows walked a huge man, big, black, mature, and about 55 I guess, leather chaps over Levi jeans, black biker boots and a sleeveless wife-beater shirt. Big guns with leather and metal armbands and I could see both his nipples were pierced as his nipple rings pushed through the sweat soaked shirt. He must have been 6'6" and around 260 with big beefy muscle. Gray hair and a small leather and ringlets collar around his throat. I couldn't help to notice the massive bulge in his crotch either and I think he may have noticed my focus as he was smiling when I looked up at him. "I've been sitting here watching you since you walked down here. You really were getting into it, man" he said as he walked over nearer to me and took a seat on a pile of pallets. He had a bottle of gold Tequila in one hand and he offered it to me. "Thanks, I love tequila but it makes me super horny, er I mean, ah shit!" He laughed at me and told me not to worry, it does the same to him. I took a big pull from the bottle and handed back to him. Smooth tasting, smokey smooth. He took a sip and then asked me if I smoked. "Not cigarettes" I replied. "Good because I have some smoke here that you just might enjoy... as a matter of fact" he said as he pulled out a small black leather bag and began to assemble the contents, adding "I'm certain you are going to love it." I could see glass pipes, some plastic wrapped tube things, rubber surgical tubing, a huge bag of tina, a chunk of black hash, a couple of big bottles of poppers. "Holy fuck man, you look like you are ready for some serious partying!" "Just wait, buddy, let's see what we can do with this stuff, cool?" he asked me while I watched him load a pipe with huge shards of tina. "Smoke?" he invited, remarking "This is killer glass from some biker bros of mine. Potent shit, man." "Sure, I'll have a little taste." He handed me the pipe and held the propane lighter under it, heating it up until he said "Suck it man, suck that glass pipe white boy." Wow, this shit was good and very fucking potent. One hit and I was wobbly and then the big black Daddy said "Go ahead and take another hit, I know you going to like it." I began to wonder what he meant. "Suck it white boy, suck that glass cock and take that smoke down your throat and then shotgun it to me." Fuck yes, I thought as I sucked a huge lungful of the potent smoke holding in for a long time until he brought his mouth to mine and I started a slow exhale as he took it all down his throat and held it there. He stared at me closely now his face a few inches from mine as he looked in my eyes and then took my head in both hands and forced his tongue into my mouth and exhaled the tina smoke. Holy fuck, I was getting so fucking high from this shit and now this hot blackman was doing things to my mouth with his tongue that was turning me on in a massive way. He held my head and literally began to tongue fuck my mouth and one of his hands found my nipples and he began to work them over rough and hard until he pulled his mouth from mine and I finally got to exhale the smoke. Motherfucker, the rush of a lung-full of that smoke! My legs were loose and wobbly and he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, against which I had to use both hands to steady myself. He reached into his bag and brought out a bottle of poppers. "Oh yeah, baby. Daddy's gonna get you high and fucked up just like you want it. Right boy?" he asked as he held the poppers under my nose. "Snort baby, snort those poppers 'cause Daddy's got something for you that you're gonna love." I snorted three big hits and then he capped the bottle and stepped back from me, the moonlight glimmering off the metal and leather he wore and the little beads of sweat that covered his bare skin. He began to slowly grind his body in front of me, grabbing his crotch and pulling on his nipple rings, his eyes growing bigger as his lust was being unleashed. The bulge in his pants was now huge. I had never seen anything like this and this gyrating hot Daddy was really turning me on. He strode in to feed me another round of popper hits and then back to his grinding, One hand pulling hard on his nipple while the other began to unzip his pants. I could see the cockring first, big and shining silver and then out came his cock. Motherfucker! It was still soft but it had to be eight inches long and fucking thick too. He walked slowly over to where he had left the pipe on the pallets and loaded the pipe again. Walking back to me one hand on his cock, the other with the pipe he placed it in my mouth and held it there as he took one of my hands and put it on his massive meat. I began to squeeze his cock and milk its thickness and feel it begin to harden, the heat of his cock was amazing. He held the lighter under the pipe and told me to suck it. "Suck it baby, suck that glass cock cause your black daddy is going to take you to places you've never been to before. You going to swallow this smoke and then you going to swallow my cock and I am going to feed you the biggest nut you have ever swallowed baby, then you going to keep sucking my cock so I can stretch that tight white ass open and fill you with more cum then you can imagine! You want it, baby. You want Daddy's cock fucking your holes and filling them with my cum. And baby, Daddy's balls are filled right up. Three weeks of hot cum and I going to pump it all inside you." His lust was massive, his eyes wide like an animal after catching his prey, now he was going to feast on it. We traded another shotgun of tina and his tongue begins to fuck my mouth hard and probing as one of his hands finds my crotch. He slowly unzips my pants dropping them to to my ankles. "No underwear boy? Hmmm, well lets see if you want it bad then." His massive paw wrapped itself around my cock and squeezed my big balls hard just the way I love it. He started to jerk me off with one hand, his tongue buried down my throat and his other hand working my nipples over, pulling them taunt, twisting them, grabbing my cheat and pulling handfuls of my pecs as he begins to groan like a lion. I was pinned to the wall, as the smoke worked me over and as the Daddy used me hard. "Keep jerking me off, boy. Milk that big black snake. Jerk it harder. You can't hurt black steel, baby." The pipe appeared again and he arched his back and started to fuck my hand with his cock. I wrapped both my hands around the shaft and jerked him off hard, working his huge balls in one hand and then rubbing the mushroom head of that magical cock until it was dripping precum like a water tap. He continued to smoke and it seemed like the smoke made his cock swell larger and thicker. I looked at him and his lust-crazed eyes were devouring me. He kept grinding his massive cock in my hands and then told me to open my mouth as he exhaled the potent cloud of tina feeding it too me then feeding me his tongue in an aggressive hot kiss. "Suck my tongue baby. Suck it into your mouth like you're going to to suck my cock. Show your Daddy how you going to suck his cock. Come on, baby, suck my tongue." Fuck yes, I thought as I wrapped my lips around his long tongue sucking it deep into my mouth and taking it like a cock, working his tongue over and then sliding my tongue in his mouth as I convinced myself that I was fuckin' hungry for some cock and cum. He pushed me away, holding me with both his paws hard against the brick wall. "It's time baby, time for you to taste some man meat. You ready to gag on some thick cock boy? 'Cause I ain't stopping sliding my cock down your throat until my balls are slapping on your chin!" The poppers appear under my nose and he stuffed his tongue in my ear and whispered, "Snort baby, snort it up cause you're about to get throat-fucked by my big black dick. Snort it, baby. Snort it up hard!" The poppers kicked-in big time and Daddy stepped back, grabbing both my nipples in his hands, pulling down roughly until I find he had put his big tool back in his pants. It's huge hard outline was in my face and he began to grind his crotch in my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair and leered down at me, kneeling in front of him, high as a fucking kite. His lust was becoming unleashed and, as he slowly unzipped his pants, he whispered "You ready boy? You ready to worship some serious black cock, boy?" I don't get to answer as he slid two, then three fingers into my mouth and as deep down my throat as he could reach. Three became four, and with that I gagged as my throat was filled with his fingers. With that he whispered "Fuck yes, lube for my cock boy. I love throat-cum when I fuck a white boy's throat. I love to make him gag. Now, suck my fucking cock boy. Suck it like you want it all down your throat.” I was on my knees, my mouth open - and then I saw his cock. It was massive. It was thick and rock hard. A cock massive in length, maybe 12.5 inches, a thick mushroom head that oozed precum. He had one of those big beer-can shaped cocks with a huge cock ring wrapped around low hanging bull balls. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with a real look of lust in his eyes as he began to slid he cock into my mouth, slowly an inch at a time and then pulling it out to slap it across my face, rub the tip over my lips and then back into my mouth again. "Yeah, baby, suck on Daddy's cock. You don't know it yet but you walked down an alley that leads to the backdoor of my party palace, my dungeon and playroom. Right now there is a full-on fuck fest going on behind that big steel door, and you're going to be the meat I throw to all the fuckin' hung tigers in there. You ever been a gang bang boy? No? Good, 'cause we're all gonna fuck your white pussy and turn you into a cum dump until all your holes are filled with cum." He was telling me this as he went deeper and deeper down my throat with that cock. He seemed to know exactly when to feed me more poppers and then more of his cock. "But before I take you in to the pit, I going to take a ride down your throat then impale you with this cock until you got my loads up your ass and filling your belly!" I cannot help but be overcome by wave after wave of sexual lust, lusting for more of his cock, lusting to taste his cum, to feel his cock shooting big blasts of hot cum up my ass. Fuck yes, I was into the cock-sucking zone and I took both his hands on put them on the back of my head. "Fuck yeah, boy, you want me to force this cock down your throat, don't you?" I could only gag in agreement as he started to slowly work that gigantic cock in my throat. I felt it when it started to open my throat up. He knew what he was doing. In between feeding me another inch of cock, he fed me poppers, and then, when his cock was fully lodged in my throat, he pulled my head to his crotch, slowly but forcefully. Holy fuck, it felt like his cock was all the way into my stomach. I couldn't breath and just let him slide his cock until I felt his balls on my chin. I forced my tongue between my stretched open lips and began tonguing his balls, he groaned and began to slid his cock from deep down my throat until just the thick head was in my mouth. "Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes while I go balls deep again. I wanna see you lusting for my cock boy. I wanna hear you begging for me to feed you my cum boy. Here it comes, boy. Oh fuck yeah. Fuckin' take my dick boy. Yeah, it's gonna go all the way down your throat. Come on suck it, slut. Suck my fuckin' cock you fucking cock pig!" I started to deep-throat every inch, taking it from the head all the way to the root, doing my best to tongue-lash his huge ball sac. Both his hands on my head he began to deep fuck my throat taking his cock all the way out until I was sucking on his hard mushroom head and then sliding it all the way deep into my throat. He stopped for a moment and began rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping my face with his monster cock. "want some precum" as he jerked his cock off in my face and told me to open my mouth while he squeezed enough precum into my mouth it was like he was cumming. then he fed me more poppers and started to really deep fuck my mouth until my throat slim dripped off my chin. But after a few more minutes of me working his beautiful cock with my mouth and throat, I felt him tugging at my waist. "If I let you do that much longer, I’ll be cumming down your throat and all over your face! Is that what you want? You want this huge load of cum all over your face and filling your mouth?" "Fuck yes, Daddy! Fuck my mouth deep. Feed me that hot load! I want to swallow all your jizz! Fuckin' feed it to me!" With that he ordered me me to suck him harder, and likewise ordered me to tug at his balls. Doing so, I could tell he was getting close, and for that matter I could feel his cock, fully-lodged in my throat, was getting harder and thicker. He groaned continuously, and then he yanked his cock from my throat, and he jerked himself, he ordered me to open my mouth. I complied just in time to swallow blast after blast of his hot, thick cum. It exploded from his cock and covered my face with the first few ropes, then he put the head in my mouth as he keep jerking the big black cock off until cum overflowed out of my mouth. Even as I swallowed his massive hot loads, his cock keep shooting until he pulled out and shot even more cum all over my face all the while slapping his cock on my tongue and lips. I swallowed it all and then he forced his cock back deep into my throat and finished cumming but told me to keep sucking him as he was still rock hard. "Fuck yes, you hot cock sucking cum slut. Just what I love. I'm gonna feed you so fuckin' much cum in all your holes. Your belly will be full and your ass dripping. Now get up here and let me get you high so I can really turn you into my cum dump slut."

My ass was a cummy mess! I looked at it with my iphone camera and I was fucking oozing! It was almost 10:30 now and I wanted to make one more stop that night before I called it quits. I walked out of the video store smiling my ass off and I was sure all the guys knew I had taken lots of cum. I hailed a cab on 8th ave and headed to a small bareback sex party in the east village… **************** **************** ************** I rang the buzzer of the apartment near Astor place and was buzzed in quickly. I checked my clothes while exchanging pleasantries with the host, whom I have know for some time being a semi-frequent attendee of his party. This particular party was advertised as a bareback party, condoms would be provided but it was expected that you were going raw. As I was packing my thing into the trash bag for the clothes check, the buzzer rang and in came a sexy German guy. He was naked and hard in a few short minutes and I went into the play room. The room was equipped with a sling and some benches for play and lube, I had my own poppers. I sat down and the german sat next to me, we started stroking each others cocks, but he didn’t want to do more. I however wanted more cum up my ass, especially from the men at this party, most of whom were known or expected to be poz. The buzzer rang again and shorty after a Latino guy walked in with a raging nine incher. He was a no games kind of guy and immediately went on his knees, bent me over and starting eating my ass. He was real good at it, and got my hole nice and relaxed and wet. I started hitting the poppers and bent over more to let him in further. The German guy was right in front of me smiling and watching, he reached over and held my ass cheeks apart and the Latino pig really went to town, slurping on my ass hole, spitting into me, and tongue-fucking me hard. I was ready to get plowed and he knew it. He stood up and slid his entire length into my hole until I felt his stomach and hips against my ass. He held my meaty ass cheeks and rough fucked me deep. He was long dicking my ass, and I was staring into the German's face as he jerked off watching me take the Latino's cock, a man who’s face I hadn't even really gotten a clear look. The German was smiling at me, saying telling me what a good slut I was, a good little faggot slut boy. The Latino started slamming into my ass and then leaned into my ear, “Can I cum in you?” he asked me. “Of course man, load that hole, fill me up man!” I replied. This drove him crazy and I edged him on, wanting him to cum in my ass, I wanted him to add his seed to that of the other anon men who had dumped in me earlier that day. He started to grunt and buckle and I knew he was cumming. He fucked me harder then, pushing his dick as far as it would go. I imagined his cum seeping into my blood stream and my own cock was oozing pre cum. Mine wasn’t the only cock on the verge of shooting ropes of poz jizm, the German guy wouldn’t even touch his own for fear of cumming too soon. But I wanted him in me too. “Can I sit on your cock?” I asked. “I’m too close man” he replied. "Well I want your cum in my ass, dude.” I turned around and slid my well cum-lubed ass onto his throbbing shaft and he immediately started to pulsate into me. I felt ever gush of cum from his cock. It was fucking beautiful and I had to keep away from touching my own cock before I too came. When I slid off I tried to suck him clean but he was too sensitive from the intense orgasm he had just had up my ass, so smiling my thanks, I went outside in the backyard for a smoke. When I came back in there was an older guy there, maybe late 50’s, well built for his age and with a look I loved: that of an older-man with AIDS wasting! He was fucking hot. As I admired him, the host came over to me and said “He’s an awesome top, and very potent.” He said winking. I understood what he was saying: that this man was a walking AIDS death fuck. Of course I wanted him to charge my hole. My Latino friend had another plan for me though. He saw me and immediately bent me over onto the bed in the living room, and slid slid his cock into me and fucked me harder than he had before. Slamming into me, tearing me up. I was sure I was going to be in pain the next day. He slam fucked me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then held me down by the neck doggy style and unloaded in me again. When he pulled out I felt the trickle of cum slide out of my hole, down my ball sack and that’s when I felt my AIDS daddy's mouth. He was licking my balls clean making his way toward my hole. I was in heaven. I wanted him to fuck that diseased cum into me more than I wanted anything else. He cleaned my hole off then grabbed me by the hair and moved my mouth over to his dick. He was eight inches, cut and really veiny. I love veiny cock, especially when I know the guy had AIDS blood running through those veins. I licked him shaft to balls then slid him into my mouth and sucked him with fury: softly but with intent, wetting his balls with my tongue on the down stroke and lingering for a second longer on his head. He was fucking loving it. “Yeah, boy, suck that dirty cock, use your mouth on daddy's cock. Make daddy feel nice and good with that slut mouth” he grunted at me. I pulled off took a huge hit of poppers and went to town on his dick, sucking with fury and a passion for raw poz lust. He slapped my ass giving me the signal to 'bring that hole over here'. I spread my ass myself, opening my hole, making sure he saw the cum already buried into me, advising he I was a gaping AIDS fuck hole available for his pleasure. “Fuck me daddy. Give me that toxic seed, fuck that cum into me” I said in a hushed whisper. “What was that boy? You want what?” he demanded, placing his cock head against my open hole. “I want you to fuck me with that dirty tool, Sir. I want you to recharge that ass with your strain, fuck that cum into my blood!” He slammed his cock into me and pounded away. It hurt real bad, he was intentionally hitting my walls and fucking me with a slight sideways slant to insure some damage. This guy enjoyed fucking bug chasing bottom boys. “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck that load into my hole, Daddy. Give me your AIDS!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m gonna give you a good toxic load. Gonna make sure you get my DNA up your gut, give you the fuck flu all over again. You’re gonna remember this fuck, you stupid little AIDS faggot whore!” he said while slamming into me so hard I thought I would pass out. The other guys had been watching, some with looks of disbelief. Here was a pretty little 24 year old twink boy begging for AIDS sperm from an almost 60-something year old wasted-faced, skinny AIDS fucker - and loving it. One of the guys fed me my poppers and didn’t remove the bottle. I was spinning. I was taking this cock with so much intent the rest of the guys were all jerking off. Even if they didn’t find Poz talk hot, at that moment, the depravity of my actions had everyone rock hard. The German guy came closer and said he was going to cum, my AIDS daddy pulled out a second while the German guy put his piss slit near my hole and sprayed my ass with his cum. AIDS daddy scooped some up put it on his cock and fucked the German's cum deeper into me. I felt so fucking full and slutty and open and wonderful. AIDs Daddy had been fucking me for 20 minutes and was still going strong. When I asked him if he was close he said “Boy, I’ve cum in you twice already!” And I went nuts, bucking my ass against his cock and panting and begging for more. He flipped me onto my back to look me in my eyes while he fucked me and I saw a new cock near my mouth and instinctively began sucking it, although never loosing eye contact with my AIDS daddy. He slammed into me some more and spit into my mouth snarling. He looked like an evil possessed demon fucker, and I knew all he wanted was to make sure his AIDS lived in me for as long as I was alive. And I would be sure to pass it on when the time was right. This poz fucker would live forever through his AIDS lineage and I was his receptacle. “Here I cum again, boy, you want some more of my AIDS cum? Let me hear you beg!” “Give it to me, Daddy. I need your AIDS sperm. I need you to recharge my ass. Make me toxic. Give me your fucking POZ cum.” With that he came in convulsions, unloading his disease into me. He fell on top of me and pulled out. For a second I felt very empty, like I was missing something, until the new guy mounted my ass. He was West Indian and hung, uncut, with a down curve to his cock. I hit my poppers more, I was almost too poppered out but being used so much without rest that I didn’t have time to think about it. The guy kept saying “Damn you're so full of cum. Fuck man, you're oozing all over my cock.” Needless to say he didn’t last long and shot in my ass with a series of grunts and bucks yelling for me to take his “fucking nasty seed!” Now it was late and I needed to go but I also needed to cum, so I mounted AIDS daddy again and rode his cock while stroking my own uncut eight inch poz shaft. It didn’t take long for me either, but I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. It just kept cumming. The German guy scooped it up off the bed and smeared it on my face, then kissed me while AIDS Daddy began to pulse into my ass for the last time that night. “Damn you're a little poz slut. Your ass was the main attraction tonight huh. You’re so fucking hot. I love a little take all loads slut boy.” With that he kissed me on the mouth, in the process tasting my cum. He made me open my mouth and he spit my own cum back into my mouth. I had to go. I was spent and tired and my legs and hole throbbed. The West Indian guy drove me home. We had good conversation and when I left I looked down at his car seat and sure enough there was a cum stain that leaked out of my ass. I didn’t care though. I had had a great Sunday and was now hungry as hell, so I stopped in the McDonalds and stood in line with my ass leaking poz cum down my shorts.

I was laying in bed this morning and had a fantasy scenario playing inside my head and decided it would make for an interesting story, so I decided I would try and write it and see how it goes. I'm not done yet but I need to take a break so I'm posting what I have written and am interested in what you guys think. ------------------------------------------------------------ I was on my way home from work one day when my boyfriend Patrick called me and told me we’d be having guests for dinner. His uncle Steve was in town visiting his brother Frank, my boyfriend's father, and the two of them would be eating with us. Patrick also mentioned we'd have a third guest, a buddy with whom Frank had worked with at a local factory. I had met Frank several times, and he and Patrick are quite similar: same hair, same eyes, same build, same height, same weight, and I can only speculate, but I imagine they have the same cock, about eight inches, somewhat thick, with a nice set of balls that always pump out a huge load. I had never met Steve before, but upon doing so, was amused to see Steve, Frank and Patrick were spitting images of each other. It was, however, Nick, Frank's friend, who got me drooling. Now, I’m 5’8” 150 pounds, am modestly built, and Patrick, his father and Steve are even smaller at 5’ 3”, 125 pounds, nice and trim. In contrast to the rest of us, Nick was 6’ 3” 200 pounds of solid muscle, not muscle from a gym, but muscle built from an active life, and no doubt, from a lifetime of loading trucks at the factory. Now, I’m the top in my relationship with Patrick. I’m bigger than is he, both physically and in terms of dick size, but when I see a man like Nick my eyes glaze over and my asshole starts to twitch. Thankfully Patrick, Steve and Frank like to cook, so they announced they would handle putting the meal together, and warned Nick and me that we would only be in the way. I was so smitten with Nick that I gotta admit I was hoping Steve, Patrick and Frank and get to talking over a glass of wine and the three would forget that either me or Nick were there at all. We all went into the living room to have a drink and talk. Patrick, Steve, and Frank occupied our one recliner and the sofa, and as there were no other seats, Nick followed me to have a seat behind the bar to the back of the room. As I suspected the family trio started talking and tuned-out Nick and me, so I poured the two of us a strong drink and we started talking, mostly about the factory, what it was like to work there and how he really enjoyed it. He had started college and attended for a few years but decided he’d much rather be working class so dropped out and never finished. He was in his late forties and from stealing glances at his crotch while sitting at the moment I would say that he was packing something in there. A few times he noticed me looking and smiled which made me melt even more. After he finished his second drink he asked where the bathroom was so I asked him to follow me, and I led him through the house upstairs to the main bathroom. At this point I was confident enough to ‘joke’ with him. After switching on the light I asked him if he would need or wanted any help. He gave a nervous laugh, said no, and shut the door behind him. I was honestly quite taken aback, I was certain that he would be game. Dazed and confused I returned to my seat behind the bar and poured myself another drink. Looking at my glass and feeling the beginning of a buzz I decided that it was the alcohol that was making me feel a bit over confident. In addition, Nick was quite a stud, so to be sure my mind wasn’t thinking correctly. When Nick returned and resumed his seat, I made some lame remark about alcohol and having made a pass at him. “No big deal. It usually isn’t 'till after the third drink that I need help” he responded with a chuckle. My jaw hit the floor, here I thought it was all over and he just wasn’t ready. I just sat there dumbfounded till he broke the silence. “My drink ain’t gonna pour itself.” I was grinning from ear to ear as I poured him another. “What are you smiling about?” asked Patrick. “Nothing,” I replied, “Nick just told me a joke.” “Oh, well, you two have fun. We are going in the kitchen to get dinner ready.” Finally!! The trio got up and went to the kitchen where they will be cooking, leaving Nick alone with me. No sooner had they left the room than I turned to face him, wide eyed, and excited like a kid on Christmas Day waiting to open what was certain to be the best package. He chuckled a bit then shifted to a more comfortable position with his legs spread for better access and undid his jeans and zipper, then went back to his drink. The rest was up to me. I dropped from my bar stool and knelt in front of him pulling his jeans open far enough for me to reach in and pull that sweet meat out into the world. It was beautiful. At least seven and a half soft with a good thickness to it. My god, when fully erect it would be huge. Fortunately since we were behind the bar, should one of the guys cooking come back into the living room, Nick and I would be hidden by the counter, so no one would know I was blowing him. I sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth and tried my best to swallow it. I love sucking cock and love it even more when it goes in limp and I get to feel it swell and get hard in my mouth. Few things stir the desire to suck harder than that sensation. I kept the whole thing in my mouth as long as I could but eventually there was just too much. Fully erect it was nine and a half inches long, thick, but not so thick I couldn't blow it, particularly as his cock had a perfect torpedo shape - absolutely great for sucking, but also undoubtedly a pleasure to ride. I sat for a moment stroking that massive thing before me, I was in heaven, the perfect cock and I was sucking on it, my boyfriend and his family in the next room cooking and chatting away - I must admit, the fact that I could hear them chat away only added to the excitement. I glanced at this factory god with his flawless cock, his eyes were closed with a dreamy smile on his mouth. I wondered for a moment of whom he was thinking, but decided it didn’t matter. I grabbed that monster with both hands and nursed hard on the head while drilling my tongue into his piss slit. The taste of his precum was intoxicating and considering I was already pretty much drunk this was pushing me over the edge. I took his big cock as far into my mouth as I could get it, reached behind him grabbing the bar stool and pulled myself farther onto it. He moaned and grabbed my head and pushed me the rest of the way down on his cock. I knelt there, savoring the taste of his cock, the way it felt to have it filling my mouth and throat, the smell of his crotch and the weight of him holding me down on this monster. I pulled back to come up for air but he held me down choking me with his dick. Heavenly. A second later I tried to come up again and again he held me on his cock. I needed to breath, but still he held me. I slapped his thigh to let him know I enjoy this but need to breath and he just laughed and held me tighter onto his cock. I frantically grabbed the rungs of the bar stool pushing against him with all my strength trying to get this cock out of my throat so I could breath. My lungs were aching and I was starting to feel faint when he finally released me and I stumbled to my feet, violently coughing, choking, and loudly gasping for breath. I put my hand to my neck breathing deeply, staring at Nick as Patrick came running to the doorway asking, “What’s going on?” I looked at Patrick, then back at Nick who just sat there with his dick fully erect dripping saliva and precum, remarking “Your boyfriend here almost choked on an ice cube.” I looked back at Patrick, who, by this time, was backed-up by Steve and Frank. The three of them stood in the doorway and Patrick remarked (disapprovingly) “Well, he does drink too fast, always trying to get it all in.” With that the three of them walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. As I caught my breath, I stared at Nick's beautiful cock as it bobbed up and down. Nick, not to disappoint, reached down and grabbed it by the base and shook it at me, quietly saying “It’s time to fuck.” As hot as I was, I couldn’t say no. I dropped my pants and turned around, presenting my ass for Nick's pleasure. Or should I say 'our pleasure'? After all, I wanted that cock in my ass as much as he wanted my ass. While the circumstances dictated discretion, I was in a very clumsy position to take a huge cock up my ass, but necessity, as we all know, will find a way, so I found myself, essentially, laying on the bottom shelf of the bar, which, fortunately, was more or less empty, my ass raised to afford Nick access. While this meant I was essentially inside the bar laying with my body twisted sideways so I could barely see him, I could certainly feel Nick, and that was all that mattered. In the corner I noticed a small brown bottle of poppers that must have been lost. Thank god, I was already shaking in anticipation of that cock fucking me, partly because I was excited about it and partly because I was scared that he was going to make it hurt. I couldn’t exactly scream in this position because there would be absolutely no hiding this. I quickly unscrewed the bottle and started to inhale deeply as I felt him press the head of his cock against my hole. I could feel the thick saliva that had been dredged up from the back of my throat mixed with his precum on my hole as he started to press himself into me. AHHHHH. It hurt! I rammed my thumb in my mouth and bit down to distract from the pain. My body tensed and he stopped pushing. I took another hit of the poppers, and another, and another. Finally I got hit with that rush of heat and it was at that moment that I realized that he didn’t have a condom on. Oh well I was too high on poppers to care and was enjoying the feeling of just having his cock in me. He kept sliding farther in till I tensed then he would stop and wait a bit. Then a bit more till I finally felt his hips right behind mine with his big cock buried neatly in me. I took another hit of the poppers to keep the feeling going as I felt that big cock slowly sliding out of me and then back in. As rough as he was holding my head down on that cock he was super gently with the fucking. Slow and rhythmic. I could periodically hear him place his glass back on the bar above me so knew that up above it would appear business as usual, while down below I was getting filled. “Where’s Andy?” I heard the familiar voice asking. It was my boyfriend. The fucking rhythm ceased. “He slipped out for a bit of air. After his choking bit I think he needed a little breather.” Nick laughed a little with his response. “Well he shouldn’t have left you alone.” “It’s fine, I don’t mind, I can keep myself company.” “Well my Dad and uncle can handle the kitchen for a minute so I’ll stay here till Andy gets back.” I’m Andy, by the way, in case you hadn’t figured that out yet. And here I was crammed inside a bar with a huge cock in my ass while my boyfriend was chatting it up with the god the cock was attached to. Occasionally Nick would shift his standing position which would move his cock either further in or a little out of my ass, so I was kind of still getting fucked but I wanted a pounding or at least more than what I was getting. The cock in my ass was nice but I wanted some movement. I fantasized about Nick being able to finish fucking me then feeling him pull out and shoot his load all over my face. I imagined me licking every drop of his load from wherever it fell. Then I was horrified when I realized that the cock that was impaling me was going limp from lack of stimulation. I rhythmically squeezed my ass together around his cock to bring it back to life. I most definitely didn't want it to slide out of my ass. As I took another hit of popper. Nick shifted and I realized that the bar was quite solid, and that if I was careful, I could ride Nick's cock with alerting Patrick as to what was going on. I hit the poppers again and backed up a little. Nick resisted, which forced his cock back into me. Then I kept hitting the poppers and rocking my hips back and forth moving his cock in and out of my hole. Between the poppers and the constant pressure on my prostate and knowing that my boyfriend was right there while I was getting fucked I was in pure heaven. Suddenly Nick grunted a bit. “Are you okay?” Patrick asked. “Yes,” Nick replied as he grunted again. “Are you sure?” "Yes. Just a little…uhh…cramping in my…ahh…thigh is all.” The noises didn’t clue me in cause I was poppered out of my mind but I felt his cock swell and get warmer and start throbbing and I knew that he had cum or was cumming cause the throbbing seemed to go on and it suddenly got easier to get him farther in me. As hot as the situation was I was ready to cry, this was not what I wanted at all. I wanted Nick to have fucked me good, cum on my face and leave. I didn’t want to get fucked bare and I most certainly didn’t want his load in my ass. It was about five minutes after Nick had cum inside me when I got an ever greater shock. His cock was still rock hard in my ass and still being horny as hell, I kept hitting the poppers and rocking back and forth working his cock while my boyfriend was still talking with him. “So my Dad told me you have HIV and....” WHAT! I completely froze. I put the bottle of poppers down in front of me and then didn’t move. I had just been fucked in an unbelievable position by a man with an unbelievable cock who had cum inside me and now I find out he has HIV? My head was about to explode and my mind was racing. What should I do? There was no way to pull out without being noticed by my boyfriend, who for some reason decided to stay at the bar and keep Nick company, but I did not want to stay with this infected cum in my ass. Time was passing so slowly with everything that was on my mind. Nick’s cock was still hard as a rock and I for some reason was getting horny again. I hadn’t gotten off from the first fucking but finding out that Nick was positive really killed the mood. Unfortunately feeling a cock in my ass was quite stimulating. I imagine Nick was feeling uncomfortable about the situation because after I stopped stimulating him when I heard he was positive, his voice changed a bit when he was talking with my boyfriend. He seemed a bit edgy, but he certainly hadn’t lost the erection. I tried to move forward slowly to remove the cock from my ass but my head was already in the corner of the bar. I tried to slid my hand to a better position and knocked over the bottle of poppers that I had been sniffing. The poppers had spilled everywhere. And a huge cock had plugged-up my ass, ensuring the poz load couldn't escape. And I was getting high again. The poppers. I had spilled them in an enclosed place. Oh god. A minute later and I was hard as fuck again and rocking back and forth getting that cock farther inside. I didn’t care about the load it felt hot inside me. I was hungry and wanted more.

I've been chatting on and off with a young guy attending the local college. He's 21 and wants to fuck someone bareback. Describes himself as fit with an above-average sized uncut cock aching to breed a willing hole. We've been chatting for a few months now. At long last he agreed to meet on the condition of complete anonymity - dark room ass up face down. I immediately agreed and gave him the address. He said he was less than 5 minutes away. I begged for a little extra time to clean up and get ready but not enough to scare him off. I wanted his load and he's been a long time cumming. Ass up on the bed he texts me that he's here. I text him to come in and I take a hit of poppers. I've clean up and my asshole is lubed and ready. I hear him fumbling with his belt and his pants fall to the ground. He climbs up on the bed and while he lubes his cock I take one more hit of poppers just for good measure. I groan as he works his cock into my asshole. I love the feeling of the weight he's using to leverage his dick into my hole. When he's in and starts fucking he pushes my ass down into the bed and tells me in a low growl to "get down". He fucks me slow but deep with an unpredictable rhythm. If my move my ass up to meet his thrusts he growls at me to "get down and stay down". He finally settles into a rhythm and fucks the shit out of me. Picks up speed and dumps his load in me. Pulls up his pants and he's gone. Never saw his face. Can't wait for the next time.

My first sex was oral and once I learned to have anal sex I did it, but I was 90% a top. Boyfriends and other Bottoms liked me as a top because of my large/thick cock. It was always enjoyable to top, and it was easier. So through most of my life I was a top and then in my 30s I started to bottom more. I LOVED BEING A BOTTOM, but HIV scared me and I also felt a lot of bottoming shaming by friends and some tops; even by my gay uncle. So then I became more versatile. But the past 4 or 5 years I’ve become almost exclusively a CumDump bottom! PReP helped me with experiencing raw sex as did all the guys on BZ! My courage to be a total bottom grew and I LOVE BOTTOMING AND SERVING AS A RECEPTICAL FOR ALPHA TOP SPERM! Now I’m off PReP, totally raw whore CumDump! Sex has never been better!!! A

As a top its your right to be taken bare and have your seed cherished in a thirsty cunt. As a bottom, its his right to decide if he wants bare or wrapped. He does not, however, have the right to wrap you against your wishes. In your place I'd have said, "I only fuck bare and I didn't consent to a condom. In future, use your words and say you only fuck wrapped. Have fun" and then move on.

Well said , we just take it and know the Top is pleased.

No thanks, I will pass. I love being hard fucked and gangbanged. But not having Tops that purposly wreck my hole. Not for me thanks..

I often frequent the Blue Store booths, having started going when I was 19 to get random anonymous blow jobs, maybe suck some cock myself. The first time I visited the place I was staying at a friend's place on 20th Street, and as my boyfriend at the time wasn't really into sucking me off, I was walking the street one night, feeling kind of horny, when a guy on the Avenue gave me the eye and gestured for me to follow him. We stepped into the sex shop and he headed straight to the back. Although I had been in the shop a few times, I had never before visited the booths, so I was both nervous and excited as hell. I went into one booth and he entered the adjacent one. I noticed the slot on the partition and knew exactly what went down here, so I passed me a dollar through the slot and I fed the viewing machine, unzipped and let him take my throbbing hard cock into his mouth. The head was amazing and I let myself get into the feeling of having this random guy just work my pole. He slid something into my hand and I realized it was a bottle of poppers, so I took a hit and I pulsated with pleasure. This was the best head I had ever received. It wasn't just his talented mouth, it was the entire experience. The detachment from his humanity: just a disembodied mouth and my cock protruding from the wall. No grubby hands touching me, no 'let's cuddle' talks. It was just the design of the experience that held me. Needless to say I blew a huge steamy load in his mouth and promptly ducked out of there. That was before I was pozzed, before I started taking anonymous loads in my ass. After I found out my status I pretty much became a major cum whore, and the first thing I wanted to do was go to the booths and take some raw cock. Like this past Tuesday night, for example. It seems it was Top-Tuesday and every anonymous raw glory hole top in Manhattan wanted to get some boy ass without all the contact. I walked into the Blue Store ready with poppers, my ass totally cleaned out and lots of one dollar bills. Entering the booth section of the store, I saw a guy who is ALWAYS there. I'm not kidding. I see him almost every time I'm there and if I go to the booths at least twice a week, he is almost always there. Hell - he's on a first-name basis with the damn staff. But he had a great cock and loves to get fucked raw so I always oblige. I actually love fucking him. He must be so diseased up and nasty by now the thought of it makes me throb. I like to give it to him hard and for a long time. He's always clean, never a messy situation which is very much appreciated. Nothing worse that getting a dirty dick without at least a sink around (yeah, Starbuck's cock-washes have happened). I like to keep the 'use the booth, please' guys happy and feed the machine but when that light goes on and I get to actually see in detail what my cock looks like sliding in and out of his ass. I just have to savor the moment and take a hot of poppers and watch myself fuck. Usually this guy will give me the signal that he wanted to plow my ass and I bend over but I think I got a little too into ramming him because he had to stop. When he left, this ass-eating guy bent me over and sucked my hole for a while. Then he slid his cock through and I just slipped my wet ass lips right on his pole. He moaned really loudly. I let him fuck me and he kept pulling out to taste my ass and then fuck some more. He came real heavy and deep and I squeezed my ass to get every drop. Then I sucked him clean. As soon as he left this black guy came in and just whipped out an enormous uncut cock that pointed down and to the left. Cummy and wet I just slid onto him and with in a few stroked he loaded me up. He pulled out really fast and I felt some cum slop to the floor. He seemed kind of freaked out that he just fucked me raw and ran out. Afterwards I took maybe two or three more random, not very noteworthy loads from average dicks which came really fast - three-stroke wonders, so to speak. I don't actually mind this because I get to to tally my loads faster. But the last guy was a different ass-eater and he was GREAT at it. I was squealing like a little bitch and when he stood up to get his dick in me it felt like it just kept sliding in forever. His dick was HUGE! He was white, maybe light skinned Latino and fucked like every man should, with long hard deep thrusts that hurt. I was poppered out of my mind to take that cock but held my own and pushed my cummy little ass right against that partition and took it like a champ. I knew he was poz because right before he came he asked "You want it pig bitch?" loudly enough for everyone to hear. Of course I replied "Yes, give it to me." With that he grunted, blowing his load into my decidedly creamy hole growling "Take it, take it, take all of that dirty load boy FUCK YEAH!" He was honestly really loud and I'm usually not verbal at the booths but I edged him on and thanked him for the dirty load as I stroked my cock to completion. I left what must have been a half a cup of poz cum on the floor of the booth. When I zipped up, cleaned off and stepped into the store guys were smiling at me and my frequent booth buddy was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I walked out of there a little embarrassed and all I could think of was (a) "Damn, I need a cigarette," and ( "Hope I don't have a huge wet stain on my jeans." xoxo Jack

Ha...whenever I’ve hosted an all night cum-n-go at cheap motel, I always get several Uber drivers that stop by to unload quickly. I had one Uber driver come back 3 times over the course of the night.

Used to make a lot of business trips to Vegas and never had a problem finding guys to come up to my room and fuck me. Young, old, average body, adonis. Never asked who they were but i found the hotter guys often wanted to stay and cuddle and talk and go for rounds 2 and 3. One hotel had a curfew on guys going up without a room card but i found that every single one of the doormen either took a $20 or wanted some ass themselves.

Thanks for your comments guys! to answer your questions: would be very nice meeting you all! Wouldn’t mind being whored, pimped out and raped by every guy you can find. Just one condition: no condoms please 😉 Meat Market is indeed very similar to fickstutenmarkt. I have attended FSM too, and the venue (eagle) is smaller than Church and the party is more strict. I mean, they will kick you out if you dare looking underneath your hood. And I find the facilities like restrooms and stuff to be of a lesser quality than at club church.

After waking up horny and hard I decided I would check out the local bathhouse. Lunchtimes during the week can be pretty hot so I have it shot. After paying for my room, changing into my jock and lubing my hungry hole I took a quick walk around. Fair amount of guys and one came up to me just as I was gonna lay down and see if anyone wanted to join me. We went into my room and before I could close the door he was down and sucking my cock through my jock. After a hit of my poppers I laid back and enjoyed a fantastic blowjob. As he was sucking I felt his fingers move to my hole which made me even hornier. From there he took control flipped me over and began running his cock in my crack just teasing me. After another hit of my poppers he eased and and began to fuck me good and slow, picking up pace and driving it home. After a few minutes I felt him tense and he shot a monster load into me. No words where spoke he got up put his towel on and left with the door open (not bad for 5 minutes there) I laid there for a minute letting his load soak in when I heard steps come in and ask how the load felt. Next thing I know I feel fingers enter and a voice saying how much they love cum as lube. Long story short 4 loads in two hours. Not a bad Tuesday.

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When I’m in service to Men, which is basically whenever one wants me, In every way that matters I’m just a cunt for use. Anything else that I am is just an extension of that cunthole. Often when I’m being bred, I have the sensation that the sensations running through my cunt are running through my whole body, and in that moment I realize the truth that I actually am just a cunt. It feels absolutely natural to me.

In general, I like fucking my bottom like a 10¢ whore and I'm out to get my moneys worth. So I like it pretty rough. I like wrecking a hole because most of the people I fuck are into that. But, their is a pride in seeing a ass that can close anymore and totally destroyed and it's because of you. It's like a sculptor but with hole as your medium. Some tops do it because the more they make a bottom hurt or bleed feeds their ego as a man. They feel that by wrecking a hole and making guys bleed their so tough.

Part 21 　 With Hank's kisses and his fingers working my hole, twisting and turning and going in and out, I was having a hard time deciding what to do. I wanted him so bad, but the chances were great! I really wanted to feel what I had seen Tom feel, but the conflict was huge. Then Hank whispered, "Let me in you, Jim and I will pull out before I cum. I just want to pop your ass cherry and show you what it feels like. It will be amazing, I promise." I could hardly think and then as I was looking deep into his eyes, I nodded. He had been moving between my legs before I could answer and his cock was already at the entrance of my ass. As I nodded my agreement, he pulled his fingers from my hole and I felt the head of his huge cock there, trying to press in. His fingers had made me feel full, but his cock was way bigger. He pushed gently, trying to ease his way in. I thought, there is going to be no way I can do this, it was way too big for me. Then, just as I was thinking that, the head of his cock popped past my opening and was sinking in. OMG, it hurt and I started to scream, but he planted his lips on mine and I could only whimper. Then the entire head seemed to be in me and he leaned back and whispered to me again, "the worst is about over and now it will start to feel great, just relax and let go." He stopped for bit and then started to push in more. The pain was intense, but the further in he got the less it seemed to be. Deeper and deeper into me he pushed. The entire time his eyes were looking deep into mine and I could see the passion rising more and more in him. Then I felt his balls hit my ass and he said, "there, that isn't so bad now is it? I am all the way in you." He raised up a little and I looked down and could tell he was all in me. I couldn't believe I had that huge 9" cock buried in my ass and now my virginity there was gone. He held me like that for a while, letting me get used to the fullness. Then slowly and gently he pulled his cock back out of me until just the head was still in me. Then just as slowly he pushed it back in. I felt the pressure of it against my prostate and it was harder than anything else had been. I arched my back and it actually felt like more of him went in deeper. Then he started a nice slow in and out movement. The more he did it the better it felt. I was flying away on a cloud of pure pleasure. More and more until I could think of nothing else but the driving of his cock in and out of me. My cock was hard as a steel pole and throbbing uncontrollably. OMG, he had been right, this was better by far than a BJ. Our mouths were clamped together and our tongues entangled. He started to increase his speed and the sensations grew more and more. I found myself almost screaming, "fuck me, more, fuck me, pound my hole!" Hank was getting faster and faster, pounding my hole hard. Both of us were gasping for air. Then I could feel my cock start its unmistakable tingle that was leading to me cumming. I told him, "I'm going to cum! Pound my hole and make me." Hank was gritting his teeth then. He said, "I am almost ready to cum too! Hurry and cum or I won't be able to hold back." I said, "It's here, I am cumming!" Then my cock sprayed and kept on jet after jet after jet of cum flowed out of me. Hank then yelled, "OMG, I can feel your ass pulsing with each throb of your cock. I am going to have to cum also." He then, true to his word, pulled out of me all at once, making me groan as he blew his load clear up across my chest and then I felt his cock against mine and they were both still throbbing. My ass was on fire though from being so empty all at once. I felt like something was missing even though this had been the most intense fuck of my life. We laid together like that for a long time kissing and grinding our cocks together and enjoying the after shocks of our intimacy. Then he finally rolled off of me and pulled me onto my side as we continued kissing and cuddling and we both then fell asleep like that.

Part Four: A Surprise Visitor ********************************************** We slowly made our way into his bedroom, me still impaled on a not-softening weapon of ass destruction as they say. We reached the bed, which was a little lower than most, and we gradually climbed onto it, making our way to the middle. I leaned forward and put my hands down in front of me, assuming an all-fours position. Just doing so pulled me forward ever so slightly, and I felt that now-familiar tug of his head on my inner ring. Fuck. With that pounding and constant bullying open of that sphincter muscle, how was it still tight enough to resist? But it was, and I felt myself scoot back just a bit to ease the pressure. He had other ideas though. "Here boy, slowly turn yourself over and lay on your back." He slid a pillow in front of his knees to help raise my ass once I turned, and slowly I managed to turn myself, lifting my left leg up and over him as I went from face down to upright. And then, I felt myself falling back onto the bed and his pillow as I lost the arm support that had been holding me up. And as I sank down to the bed, my ass pulled away, painfully ripping his head out of my inner chute and leaving it halfway inside that first segment of rectum. I looked up and, from the soft light emerging into the room from the hallway, I saw him for the first time in person. He looked much like his picture but now with the light from outside I noticed that underneath the patch of fur on his chest and, indeed, up and down his arms, were dark blotches. Lesions. They dotted him all over below his neckline, a testament to just how truly sick and virulent this man was--this man who had just impregnated me with seed that would likely treat me just the same. My inner ass was drowning in poison, and I could feel the still-hot liquid slowly sliding further up into me as, with my ass elevated, gravity pulled it along previously untainted tissue. My head fell back against the bed. "Fuuuck. What did I just do?" He chuckled at hearing this. I looked him straight in the eyes as he spoke. "You surrendered yourself to me, and now I am part of you. Inside you." And with that he pushed his half burried shaft into me again, lodging up against the weakening resistance of my inner core. He fell forward, his hands landing on either side of me, his face now above me, and he flexed his cock inside me as I tried to push my head back further into a bed that would resist me as I had not him. He pushed again through my inner ring, lodging even more deeply than before as my eyes shot open and my mouth dropped open to cry out. Yet that cry was quickly muffled by his mouth on mine as I once again felt his ballsack come to rest against me, both globes inside still feeling amply full. His tongue pushed mine aside as he explored my mouth just as enthusiastically as he had my ass just a few moments ago. All the while his uncut meat launched itself into a steady fuck rhythm once again, battering a torn and bruised anal cavity that was susceptible to every disease that coarsed through his veins. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his head, never slowing but gradually increasing the forcefulness of his second assault. "Mmmm boy, yeah, take me. Take everything I have, deep inside you let it become part of you." My voice wavered now, suddenly I realized that while the thought of a poz man turned me on, I hadn't thought completely about what other bugs he might have. "What do you mean, 'take everything'?" "Shhh, I've given you many special gifts, and will soon gift them to you again. Not just my deadly and untreatable AIDS but other beautiful things for your body to enjoy. You will discover them over time, but they are already part of you now." His thrusts continued to increase and the slapping sound of his balls faded slightly as they began to draw up for another release. I looked at him as his eyes rolled up into his head. He practically shouted. "Oh god boy, I'm going to cum in you again, more seed inside you!" His cock once again became a steel pole and with a few more thrusts, he lodged himself deep inside me and froze, his body convulsing and shaking this time as wave after wave of toxic cum shot like bullets into me, gravity sliding them down soft tissue as the burning sensation in me reappeared and seemed to spread. His head flew back in ecstasy. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" He continued to convulse as another 7-8 thick spurts of cum fired into my ass. Apparently he had not cum in quite some time as this load was just as big, if not substantially larger than the first. He collapsed on me, still buried balls-deep, his rigid penis still twitching and pulsing death into me. He was himself also still convulsing slightly, and as my hands found their way up and over him and landed on his back, I felt more lesions there and realized I was again taking his potent seed, another few pulses as liquid dribbled from his piss slit. "Fuuuuuuck." It was all he could say as his frail body lay on top of mine. His head came down to the right of mine. Little flexes of his shaft still felt in every corner of my abused, diseased rectum. He lay there, and I felt his cock finally begin to shrink a bit. I still had his head trapped up inside my second hole, but even it eventually softened enough and I felt it pop back into my main chute as he began to slowly pull himself up and withdraw his cock until just that legendary head remained. He returned himself fully to a squatting position, 2 inches still inside me, and looked at the results of his entrance and subsequent destruction. "Mmmm, only a few specks of blood boy. I thought for sure I had ripped you wide open the way you screamed earlier." I felt the tug of his head as he pulled it back against my asshole. Blood. It was certain then. With everything he said he had, no way would some of it not find its way there. "In a few days you'll probably feel quite sick, but then you will possess the same seed as me. Ready to be spread to whomever you desire. An attractive young buck like yourself will have no trouble finding himself willing holes to seed. Holes I cannot tag looking like this." He pointed to his lesions. He was right. Had I seen them I very well may not have ever turned off the road earlier. But here I was, his hooded head still inside me. I had taken him willingly, my hormonal desires impairing any form of better judgement and now two loads of an untreatable form of AIDS lay deep inside me, being absorb even as my brain pondered the wisdom of my choices. "Would you like a surprise visitor?" As if I any longer had a choice? I knew what awaited me, what was to be my fate. With everything he had hinted at contained in his semen, I would have many, many surprise visitors in the next few months. Visitors that would be hard to get rid of, if at all, and who would all contribute to the deterioration of my body, until I too was frail, lesioned, and searching for a vessel to carry my eventual lethality. I spoke again in my now scratchy voice, words that escaped reason and sanity. "Yes, I can't wait." "Who said anything about waiting?" Wait. Oh god. That wasn't his voice! Where had it come from? We weren't alone??? I looked past him and there, as my eyes focused, silhouetted in the doorway--by the light of the hallway--stood another naked man. We did indeed have a surprise visitor. And my night was clearly not over.

Previously… “Thanks Theo”, I managed to keep control of myself to say. Theo looked at me and said “I’ll leave Gavin here to keep an eye on ya too lad, but I’ve got to go. You get any flack from any of them you let me know. Now let this fella take care of ya – hey, lad? What’s yer name?” “You can call me Kurk” Right so… So as Theo left, he told me to lock the door behind him. I was still clear-headed enough to stand up and do it. The lock turned with a satisfying click. I started to relax again. All that crazy outside could just wait. My arse was throbbing, a deep sensory overload rhythmically crashed over me like a wave, where all I could think about was my frazzled beaten ass, and then like wave it retreated. I turned back to Iain and Kurk. Part of me wondered how fucked-up I must look to them, but then this negative thought was countered with the saving grace of every chem party that I’ve been to since, which is the realisation that everyone expects everyone else to become totally fucked up, so you can fly your freaky fucked-up flag high! Another part of me wondered if they’d overheard the exchange in the hall, but then I reassured myself they couldn’t have had. Not from here, and not with all the shit they were on. Looking at them now, I definitely was not alone in my fucked-upedness. Iain was staring up at me grinning like a mad yoke. Obviously that fuck-tonne of MDMA he’d snorted was keeping him nice and buoyant. As a rugby player for the Northern Irish squad he’d been there when Simon had told me that he knew my tabloid journalist identity. Well he’d been there, but he hadn’t really been there. He’d been more focussed on sucking my cock clean from his and Simon’s ass juice and my cum, or else he’d been fixated on that big black dildo, and for that I was grateful. One less problem to worry about. And then there was Kurk. I turned to look over at him when another wave of sensation hit me. This time the pain felt …less acute, and more …detached? When the wave subsided I was still standing against the back of the bathroom door in my harness and chaps, Kurk was sitting on the bathroom floor trying to focus on me. He had asked me a question. I answered “Surry wee lad, whuh didja say” (Wow some serious slurring going on here – get it together lad). “So why am I trip-sitting you lad? What did you take?” I struggled to get the words out, “Slater shuvved… ahem… Slater shoved ketamine up my hole”. He raised his eyebrows at that, “well those lads can play very rough if you’re not clear with em.” I guess that was one way of looking at it, and try as I might to hole on to it, I was starting to lose my anger as whatever it was in my system continued to melt into me. Kurk continued, “Special K you say? That’s mad! I snorted some before coming in here too. Truth is, I think I was falling into a bit a K-hole before you came in”. He laughed gently as he struggled to get up in the steamy bathroom air. I laughed too, fucking perfect! This’ll be the blind leading the blind, or at least in this case, the K’d-up leading the K’d-up. I looked over at Iain, “how about you Iain? How are you keeping?” Iain was now sitting on the toilet while running his hands over his impressive physique. He kept circling his hands back to rub his nipples, licking one and then the other thumb to make his nipples glisten in the artificial light. He blinked and looked up me “did you say there’s Special K doing the rounds lad?” I shook my head and then remembered the pills in the bathroom cabinet. “No K Iain but maybe there’s something here we can take?” I looked around. The bathroom was laid out in a rectangle with the toilet opposite the bedroom door. Everything was tastefully decorated in Connemara Marble – a gorgeous mottled green limestone from the west of Ireland. Looking in from the door, the sink with bathroom cabinet overhead was directly beside the toilet in the middle of the room. This was where Iain had gotten the Caverject earlier on 0 Was that were I’d seen the pills? To the right of that again was a bidet and then a wooden standalone Ikea shelving unit – something probably with some unpronounceable Swedish name like Tråll or Øresond or something. It had drawers below and shelves above holding at least five rolled up fluffy towels and lots of bath accessories, and a drawer was open revealing a variety of sex toys – a vibrator, a portable douche, some butt plugs and what looked to be a fleshjack. I groggily decided I’d try out the fleshjack once I could think straight again. I always wanted to give them a go. And then there was the minipool… Fuckin hell. No accounting for taste I guess. Up against the bedroom wall and dominating the room was a half-full built-in mini-pool/Jacuzzi and shower complex, even with hot water jets. It was raised up off the floor about a metre and was the size of four or five normal baths. Cause of the angle, I hadn’t seen it when looking in at Iain last time, who could comfortably have seated his whole rugby team in it. Whatever Simon did in the courts, freeing IRA hitmen, absolving crooked RUC (our cops), well, it was definitely working for him. I for one, didn’t have a giant Jacuzzi/pool in my bathroom. I barely had enough toilet paper half the time! Another wave of short-circuitry overload hit me. This time the pain felt more distant. Like it was still in the same room as me, but we were old friends who could keep a comfortable silence together. Woah… I felt the rhythm of these waves was increasing. Was this like what pregnant women feel with increasing contractions or some shit? Coming back to the reality of the bathroom, I could see the guys staring at me. Kurk interrupted my reverie, “how are you feeling lad?” I replied, making sure not to slur, “um a bit out of it… and way too hot and sweaty to be honest. Everything’s getting a bit vague, more and more.” Kurk pulled himself up off the floor to sit on the lip of the pool, his pale taut naked stomach concertina’d as he did so – not an ounce of extra heft – just all six pack. He was a bit damp and still had some water droplets settled like dew in his short dark hair, his sparse chest hair and down his treasure trail to his thick pubes. Once he was properly up, he tapped the space beside him, beckoning me to sit down. His watery blue eyes looked to my harness and chaps and then widened when they focussed on my heavy semi-hard cock swinging in-between. He shook his head and regained focus, “maybe you should take the leather off?” Good idea. I quickly unbuckled the harness. However the chaps would be a bit of a problem. They were laced at the back. Kurk saw my confusion and beckoned me over. “Turn around” he ordered. I did so and heard the sharp gasp as he saw my raw ass cheeks. “What the fuck happened you?” he asked. I grunted back, “that Slater fella again. He took being dom a bit too far”. I could feel Kurk running his fingers over my red arse cheeks. “Does this hurt?” “Actually, no” I replied honestly, “the K seems to have numbed the pain, but I get these waves of disconnect…” I felt Kurk’s hand slow and pull off my cheeks. “I’m just gonna have a look at your hole now fella, if that’s alright?” I felt slightly sweeter toward Kurk now. Without Sven, he seemed to be a lot more into the little things that people like, like consent and all that malarkey. Another wave hit me. All the positive feelings I’d felt toward Kurk seemed amplified. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew that this relationship had a sell-by-date. Someone would out me to him before the weekend was through. Then I’m sure that the best I could expect, was him completely cutting me out. The worst… well I didn’t want another repeat of how Tadhg reacted, and he’s only been in one scathing article of mine. Kurk and his affair with the homophobic first lady of Northern Ireland had been front page fodder for a half year or so – which is …forever, in newspaper time. As the wave grew, the sweetness I felt toward Kurk intensified, my awareness seemed to detach a little and I could rationally know that I was arching my back and spreading my cheeks for Kurk, but I didn’t really feel it. Instead I could feel how the energy between Kurk and my ass was getting closer and closer. I pulled my cheeks wider. The energy shifted as Kurk reached up to wipe away some lube, or powder. He pulled his hand back down. I willed myself to say through the receding wave, “uhn uh, could you do that again?” “Do what lad?” “Just rub your finger on my hole – I want to check how numb I am down there” Kurk chuckled and smiled a beautiful smile at me. “Sure thing lad. Tell me if it hurts there though”, His dulcet south Belfast accent was melting me too – I know many avoid a strong Belfast accent – the way he would say “there” as “thur” and end most sentences on a strong upward inflection. Many try their whole lives to get rid of the harsher parts of their accent, but I fucking loved it. It reminded of the rougher kids I went to school with – the ones I jacked off to in my fantasies as soon as I learned to masturbate. With that I felt Kurk bring his thumb down on my sore swollen sphincter, gently pressing against my still tight pucker and moving in a circular motion. I looked back at him again. His slim young pale body with his ghost-like pale skin, and a super-tight stomach, which didn’t even crease over his belly button as he squatted – fucking 23 year olds! He caught me giving him the once-over and grinned at me as he increased pressure from his thumb. I looked down to his cock – semi-hard, hooded and growing harder as he started to jack it – nice! Kurk started adding another finger and then a third, then the front of his fist as he made up and down motions against my hole. I rubbed back in sync as he graduated up to the whole side of his hand. I ground his hand up and down my crack from above my hole to the end of my taint. Kurk avoided working outside my crack though, keeping pressure off my two rosy cheeks, for fear of hurting me. Honestly though, with the special K, the whole area was fairly numb. I ground down on his hand to feel more sensation. To be honest, the thought of what I was doing - that was more of a turn on than the few nerve impulses that managed to make their way to my brain’s pleasure centre. This was a weird mind-fuck – and then another wave crashed over me. The waves were getting stronger. That last one felt like I wasn’t even there anymore. Something – some knot of sensation and attraction and blood and cum was there, but I couldn’t well say whether it was me, Kurk or Iain. I looked over at Iain, who was tweaking his nipples, looking at my display. Kurk had shifted position and was currently rimming me – how long was I gone that time? How did I not notice I was being rimmed? Again the act of rimming on my numb hole was cerebrally nice to look back at, but hadn’t even registered physically. Then my cock felt warm. I looked down to see Kurk had moved down to start sucking it backwards from behind me. I was still semi hard cause of the Caverject, and if he kept going, it wouldn’t be long till this position was impossible. His hand reached up to my waistband as he did this and I could hear him tugging at my laces. I felt more heat near my balls as Kurk continued to mouth-fuck me and tried to take as much of me in him as possible. I ground myself down into his mouth – his dark red lips were even more livid pulled tight around my shaft. Fuck me, that kid was hot. Soon enough I was stepping out of the chaps and broke contact with Kurk (his bruised-looking fleshy red lips looked empty as I pulled out) to bring them with my harness to make a pile by the door. Fuck! My legs felt really heavy, even with just walking that short bit across the bathroom. Iain, on that side of the room, sitting by the toilet, caught my leg and started stroking his hand up and down it. I looked down to him. His eyes were widely dilated as he looked up to me, his other hand jacking his meaty cock. However, hunky rugby player or not, I thought it’d be best to sit with Kurk. At least he was also going through what I was. I bent down and kissed Iain on the lips. He tasted of mouthwash and flicked his tongue across mine. “Sorry Iain, but I’m gonna go sit by Kurk. I’m feeling pretty disconnected with the K” Iain shrugged and asked “is there anything more of that around?” I thought and didn’t particularly want to reopen the bathroom door, so I thought again about the pills in the cabinet. I reached over the sink and opened the small cabinet where Iain got the Caverject. I quickly found the baggy of pills. “Iain – what are these?” Iain brightened up when he saw them and said, “Oh fuck yeah, I’d forgotten where they were. They’re my stash of Ecstasy. I didn’t know how good they were – Mircko, Lee, Si and me took some before we contacted you, but they took a long time to hit and it wasn’t until after we’d talked to you that they peaked. It was before you came over, which is when Mircko, Lee and Simon really gave me a good seeing to, heh”. He twisted his right nipple and chuckled with the memory of this. I remembered the Polish looking guy and the other silver daddy Lee – still in good shape with defined hairy pecs – in fact lots of salt and pepper body-hair, but anyone would find it hard to be compared as “the other silver fox” to Simon’s golden god-bod. I’d seen Mircko fisting Lee in the other guestroom. The one I was expected to be in right now. No wonder Slater had spiked me with K. My ass could probably take some serious damage right now and I wouldn’t mind. Those four must have take turns gang-banging Iain while I was showering at home, just before I left for this place. Iain related how Mircko had fucked Lee till he came, then used Lee’s cum to lube his cock back into Iain’s hole and cum up there. The thought of what had happened minutes before I came in to this place was hot. My semi-hard cock bobbed in front of Iain and he opened his mouth and took it – no hands. I chuckled “I’m afraid, I washed my cock just before coming in here lad” remembering Iain’s indiscriminate love of ass-to-mouth. He let go and nuzzled his face against my hard 10 inch boner. There was a bit of spit or precum coming off it and Iain rubbed his lips and cheek and many-times-broken nose against it, leaving a silvery trail – getting marked by me. There was something delightfully perverse and sub about the way Iain, the big strapping rugby prop forward, debased himself for any cock. I took some pills out of the baggy. They were white and had a dove logo stamped on them and I tried to remember if there’d been any warnings about white dove pills in the last while. I thought about my increasing trippiness with the K and how maybe it’d be good to set up a rush to keep things positive in case I did find myself stuck in a K hole. Kind of like how you take pills before LSD to ensure a good trip. I looked down to Iain, who was sucking my cock again. Fuck – how’d I not notice that? “How many pills did you take last time?” “Just one, but I guess you can add the MDMA to that tally as well” I did the maths in my head – he’d done at least two or three lines of MDMA. He’d need to redose with about half that. I bit a pill in half and gave him one and a half of them with some water. I turned to Kurk who was fixated on the pool’s controls. “Kurk… Kurk! …KURK!?” Kurk zoned in again – I wasn’t the only one wandering off it seemed. “Kurk, did you do any pills apart from the MDMA?” He shook his head. Offering him the glass and pill I said, “here’s one and some water” and when he’d swallowed, I took the pill and a half I’d set aside for myself. God those things were bitter! I crossed the room. Again it felt like my legs were made of lead. Turning back, I saw Iain had already started dusting off Hugo. A man who knew what he wanted! I sat down on the pool edge, and immediately stood up again. Fuck! Direct pressure on my ass still made it sting like a motherfucker! Kurk looked me over and smirked as he looked down to my welted ass and realised my predicament. “Of course!” he exclaimed, “that can’t feel fun. Hang on…” Kurk reached behind himself and found the tap. Setting the temperature to a luke-warm, he sat into the pool on the inbuilt shelf that ran along one side – there was enough room for at least two if not three on that shelf alone. I stood and zoned out again as another wave crashed over my consciousness. When I came back, the pool had filled up. That time all I remember was the pleasant sounds of the water gushing. Once it was nice and full, the 23 year old beckoned me in. I stepped in at the deeper side and slowly bent my knees. My hot ass hit the water and I was worried the effect would sting, but instead it felt cooling – like camomile lotion when you’ve the chicken pox. I sighed with palpable relief and turned to my young saviour. “Dude, this feels wonderful, how can I repay you?” Kurk looked past me, his eyes out of focus. I waded over to him and waved my hand in front of his face. “Kurk, are you listening?” He snapped back to me, “oh man this stuff is heavy, um, maybe lets drain the pool a little. I don’t want us having any accidents” – which by the way, looking back now was a very fucking smart move on Kurk’s behalf – lads NEVER mix Ket and baths…. Bad idea! He turned around and kneeling on the inner shelf with his torso fully out of the water and his back to me, the young lad started to turn the control for the drain. The moving water swirling past my feet, my legs, my ass, felt wonderful. The K really started to hit as I stood there, hip-deep, then thigh deep in the water. The feeling of buoyancy and the energy of the luke warmwater was fascinating, but I was having difficulty keeping track of who was experiencing this – who was I? As soon as I realised I was having problems hanging on to my sense of self, the “sense of self” that perceived that, slipped away and then I* realised that I was having difficulty understanding or pinning things down. I got stuck in this chase for my own sense of self. Then I remember gradually raising my hand out of the water and marvelling at the pearls that dripped off one by one as if time slowed down, the droplets looking more like 2D circles than 3D spheres. As the water level went down, I unconsciously lowered myself to my knees to be once again enveloped by it. The ketamine worked on my perception of my senses – where I define my body - where it begins and ends, and in that water I couldn’t figure that out. As the wave of ketamine intensified, my awareness freed itself from my body and I became an underwater being, a water elemental, a selkie, a water current come to life. The sheer joy and beauty of it is so hard to describe probably cause we’re visual creatures and our language has developed to describe mostly what we see. Ketamine instead ups your other more mental sensations – you know those sensations of how you know someone behind you is looking at you, or when you feel you’re being followed, or in a dark room how you can tell the room’s dimensions. Well multiply all that by a thousand and then fuck with it. I knew how to estimate dimensions alright, but I’d no idea if they were the dimensions of the room I was in or the memory of my childhood bedroom or maybe mapping out the landscape of some blockbuster superhero movie I’d gone to see that week. One of my exes Kevin swore K helped him to speak to god who was currently being channelled through a homeless black woman in New York, and whatever did happen, it helped him put a lot of his issues in perspective. He was always much more chilled after that. For me, I’d only really tried it when Kevin sourced some again after that first experience and the four of us (me and my three exes Kevin, Andrew and Joe) spent the weekend trapped on the bed, rolling our naked bodies together like planets that were in orbit of each-other. My sense of distance was judged by how close the other guys in the room were, and not where inconsequential things like walls, bodies or directional coordinates like up or down were. That weird 2D dimension sense started to kick in again and I felt I was stepping outside myself, seeing my kneeling body, hip-deep in the deeper part of the pool. Right in front of me was Kurk, thigh deep in the water and kneeling on the shallow shelf and his back and ass to me – more like a gay erotic cartoon than real-life though. He’d spaced out as well and had let the drain stay open - which was a smart move, looking back at it now. He was currently slowly squeezing a squeeze-top shower gel bottle – he’d covered his whole hand with shower gel and was watching the goo slowly slide over his knuckles. I reached my hand over to him and my body’s vision flashed back in to show my hand reaching out and caressing his right thigh. Back in my out-of-body view I watched as Kurk turned and said something unintelligible to me. He was smiling and as I ran my hand up to his ass, my awareness shifted gear again to zoom in on the action of my hand running up the side of Kurk’s leg. Each hair I ran over felt like a giant redwood being knocked down in a forest, my hand was an unstoppable force of nature – a landslide sweeping everything in its path. The landslide approached a rise in the land it was spilling over, the foothills of a mountain. Not just any mountain but a huge mountain. Bigger than any on Earth. Olympus Mons growing out of the Martian landscape pushing out through the thin Martian atmosphere into actual space… I moved my hand up over the dome of his arse. My vision shifted gear once again. Now I wasn’t seeing as much as sensing. The mouth leaned forward. The human in front leaned back and opened its ass. Pressure and soft skin. The tongue navigated steam, hair, sweat, tightness – much tightness, inaccessibility. The hands helped and the tightness lessened. Gear shift. I could hear my breath. I was breathing into Kurk McCaimble’s hairy ass. His hole was young, tight and vivid pink underneath the dusting of dark hairs. I moved in again to lick it, moving the closest wiry hairs out of the way. He jolted as I touched tongue to his pucker. The self-aware energy that poured through that connection – it was like water from a burst dam, but going both ways. I knew he wanted to grind into my tongue, and I knew he knew I was braced and ready for it – the water had continued to drain till there was only a few centimetres left. Kurk followed up his body language and pushed back, the rimming got more intense and started to turn into proper tongue-fucking. I slipped my hands further up his arse. My right index finger pushed forward to play with his hole while I continued licking. Spitting on my finger, I started to probe the tight know of muscle. Kurk bucked at my invasion. I guess he didn’t usually bottom, cause next thing I know I could feel the muscles further up Kurk’s back were tensing. I looked up to see his right arm reaching for another knob. Then all of sudden – rain. The shower was on. I had to immediately stop rimming cause anyone will tell you, rimming in a shower is like waterboarding, you can’t do it and breathe at the same time. Kurk turned around to me as I adjusted to the warm water flowing down on me from the two rows of six massive shower heads spaced above the pool. Simon really loved his bathroom fixtures. Kurk was now sitting on the edge of the pool in front of all the knobs. He was laughing with pleasure from the water. He stood up on the inner shelf so his cock was above my head height. He made another sound, but I couldn’t hear him over the increasing rush of the water. Increasingly Kurk’s laughter seemed to come from further and further away. I could understand his sheer joy. The percussion of the water droplets from the oversized showers was divine. I felt I was I some tropical water world. I lay back and let the water hit my chest in a sharp staccato pitter patter. Being in the shower on K was intense – I felt my consciousness could travel through the droplets but only the closest ones, before the first or second millisecond before they hit my body – that was some weird boundary to my being. My mind could inhabit these perfect little spheres of water – each of them mini-universes in their own right – cyclical, phasing through their own big bangs and rising and falling of civilisations, my mind was like a god spirit to each of these as they crashed up on my skin and were destroyed. But more were ever coming. Such was the cycle. I slipped into a trance of trying to chase my own consciousness in through the waterdroplets, for who knows how long. In the distance I made out a big pink shape come through the waterworld. Ian stepped into the pool and gathered me up like a rag-doll into a crushing kiss. His broken nose pressing into mine, his lips pulled tight, the rush of air from my lungs to his, all while the water enclosed our twosome in a constant roar. Iain was only readable in pieces. The three dimensional plane had broken into flat fragments. Jet-black hair plastered to his forehead. Eyes closed, water trickling over feminine long lashes. My hands on his white pumped-up pecs. Water droplets building up on dropping off his erect pink nipples. His mouth descending on me for another kiss. His tongue battling mine. He tasted of strength and bitter ecstasy tablets. He turned me around facing Kurk, though I couldn’t see him through the rain, and all of a sudden I was cold. The rain had stopped. I wanted so desperately to re-enter the beautiful water-world, but as I my confusion died down, I could hear Iain and Kurk talking. Oh. They were talking to me. I remember not feeling any of the typical paranoia you feel with other drugs where you worry that people will see how high you are. Any concern like that seemed from so far away. They repeated themselves. Something about kneeling. I knelt down and could sense Iain’s big dick and heavy balls just hanging out of my vision over my right shoulder. In front of me were Kurk’s hairy pale legs. I looked up to Kurk to see if I could make out what was going on. He was hold his heavy flaccid cock in his hands, no, not fully flaccid, what’s the word, tumescent. I heard more noises. My skin was growing colder. Someone said something ending in an upper inflection. They asked a question. It came from so far away. The question was repeated and I needed to answer it. But I started to feel that there was this growing distance between me and the lads. Remembering what Theo said – about avoiding a K-hole, I remembered advice from years ago from Kevin. Just that if I ever found myself in a K-hole, to remember to relax and understand that there were layers to everything. Consciousness is an emergent property of our nerves firing together. Society is an emergent system a layer higher than that. We’re always part of each layer. With that I felt very chill again. I was riding the K trip, on the crest of the wave, holons higher than mere individual consciousness and so I nodded, thinking that might be the right answer to start the water again. I leaned back against Iain’s sturdy legs as Kurk’s body grew increasingly fragmented. All my vision was becoming fractured. The world began to look like I was looking through a kaleidoscope. That was when the first splash came back. Not of water, though it was the same warmth, no this was saltier. It was strong smelling. What … Oh… Kurk was pissing on me. I knew there was a part of me that should be a little pissed at this. I wasn’t a natural sub, as I’d repeatedly proven to myself over the night. But that part of me was very far away. I felt the pure golden energy pour, washing over me and I raised my brow to get more fully under the stream. It felt raw and clear and was beautiful. I was a penitent monk and this was my baptism, I was reborn in this yellow straw coloured stuff of heat and wet and connection to something holy. To this day, trippy songs like Robyn and Royksopp’s “Monument” bring me back to this moment. Maybe it was playing outside in the master bedroom. The very edge of the liquid molecules of piss as they flowed over my skin seemed to be a wave of miniature hands caressing my body – taking me in, accepting me. Kurk was pissing, pouring his love and acceptance on me and I took it in. I raised my head even more and it started to sprinkle against my lips, beckoning me, inviting me. Open up! “Let me in!” Kurk’s disembodied head seemed to say as it formed out of the green marble tiling. I couldn’t say no, I opened my lips and let the fine amber wine flow down into my mouth. I’d tasted piss before so I wasn’t too shocked by the sour taste. In fact, the more I tasted it, the more subtle flavours I could tease from it – bitter notes of coffee and dark chocolate. I needed more. I opened my mouth further and arched my neck to get the stream directly hitting the back of my throat. I let my mouth cavity fill up and then gargled the piss as more came in. The agitated piss slipped out over my mouth and poured down the side of my face again. As I arched my back further and further, so my head was held parallel to the floor, the piss started to swash up and over my upper lip. It trickled and then flowed down my nostrils – more holes that needed anointing. I needed piss all over me. I rubbed my hands on face, moving that piss through my hair, up in and around my eyes, behind my jaw, in my ears – “don’t forget to wash behind your ears” I heard my mother’s voice say. Fuck – I was tripping. As I lost myself to the bliss of Kurk’s golden shower, after a while, he reached the end and he was stopping and starting his flow. The top of my head gently bopped off of Iain’s hung balls still behind me. I looked over to the rugby player, and as I did Kurk fully finished. As I looked up to the built fucker, my gaze climbing steadily up his defined six, no, eight pack and bulging tit-pecs, I knew I wanted his piss too. I needed to be marked by both of them. I tried to get my heavy legs to work. My mind tried to re-enter my body. No luck. I tried to communicate with Iain. As he wasn’t on K – but still really high, it took him a while to figure out what I wanted. He reached down, and with very little effort, pulled me up into his arms, turned me to face him and made me sit back down on my ass on the pool’s floor. Then grabbing my legs by the knees, he upended me, so I was balanced on my shoulders in a small puddle of piss. The smell of Kurk’s piss got noticeably stronger down in that puddle. Iain put my hands on my ass cheeks and made me spread them, giving him a bullseye to aim for. He chewed on my reddened hole for a bit and whacked his cock off my arse. At that point though, my ass cheeks were totally numb. “Anoint me” I think I* croaked, though I couldn’t be sure. Either way, a few seconds later I saw the first few dribbles come out of Iain’s cock. It must have been tough for him, as he was on uppers too, but he managed a steady flow after a few minutes of cajoling from Kurk and I. My hole was open and like my mouth before I let it fill up with this precious juice. I barely felt it to be honest, but I knew it was important to get marked by these men. I was Achilles getting bathed in invulnerability. I was Siegfried bathing in dragon’s blood. I was a dragon, but to connect with my prey I had to be absolved. To understand the other side of things – both sides now. Clouds. Fuck! Trippin balls. The piss quickly overflowed my ass and as it passed over my body the rivulets divided and sub-divided as they made their way down. Piss trickled down my legs, my back, my sandwiched upside-down stomach, my small pecs, down my neck into my hair, onto the floor. Little rivulets ran down my upside-down and still-hard cock, which was pointed at my face and made it look like I was pissing my self. I opened my mouth to the juices dripping from my cock and was surprised by the difference in taste between Kurk and Iain. Still. Iain’s piss tasted more like honey and weed - herby, less bitter than the coffee/dark chocolate tastes of Kurk earlier. And then Iain was done too. I remember turning myself around and lapping at the piss puddled under me – I couldn’t waste any of it. I’d never been such a piss pig before or after this. Maybe I was copying Iain as he bent down beside me to lick the piss from my skin. God we were such fuckin perves. I realised I* was on all fours then as Iain started to work his semi hard cock into me. Gone were my inhibitions about bottoming. If I could take Orson, I could take Iain. I ground back on him, opening up enough for his sloppy semi-hard cock. There’s something beautiful about being so open that people can “push rope” into you. However the K had really worked a wonder on me and so I ended not remembering or feeling much of anything over the next forty minutes or so, as Kurk and Iain took turns fucking my ass. I remember at one point Kurk felt he could piss again and pissed inside me for a bit, but again I didn’t feel it. We all took turns fucking eachother – but the memory of the forty minutes got really jumbled after the piss-play. I’ve a distinct memory of fucking Kurk – reverse cowboy style while telling him I loved him. I mean obviously that was the Ecstasy talking, but it’s still sweet to remember that. Later I remember working with Kurk to get Hugo further into Iain (again). All in all, K’s a double edge sword and candy flipping with ecstasy mightn’t have been my smartest move. More experienced mates of mine just shook their head when they heard about my overall drug tally. I tripped balls but also wrecked myself with all the drugs trying to command my body and awareness to do five different things at once. The overall trip was also a bit manic and … uncomfortable? That’s a holder word until I find a better way to describe feeling like your skin’s gonna crawl off while you sit in one place and wonder why gravity doesn’t work anymore, and continually have to ask yourself - which way is the centre of the earth? After that weekend I swore I’d never do K again as a party and play drug, or at least never booty bump it. I later broke both of those promises to myself, but I’ve still kept one promise – do K on its own without anything else. I’ve since figured out how to have a beautiful trip from it that I can remember much better than mere mental snap shots of getting a giant dildo hilt deep in some young beefcake rugby player. * These are probably good points to interject that when I wrote “I”, I really meant “It” cause I was feeling super-disconnected from my body at this point. Not fully out-of-body, but close enough. When eventually I started to realise who I was, I was straddled over Iain in the pool, squatting over his face, while Kurk sat on his cock, bouncing up and down while his own cock was making a mesmerising helicopter spin. There was knocking on the door. Wait – what was I doing? I felt some tentative licking on my hole. “Go on, just see if you can” I realised that Iain had cajoled me into trying to take a dump in his mouth – he was such a filthy bastard! Luckily (for my feelings anyway) I’d not been able to perform – the ecstasy had fully kicked in and I was coming up. Also I’m pretty sure I’d nothing left up in there at this stage – it’d been nearly half a day since I came there. This time yesterday I’d been eating chilli-fries at a rugby match watching the guy currently rimming me fight a losing battle against the All-Blacks. Damn, life is full of weird twists and turns. Whether it was the E or what I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. The knocking came back louder now and I swivelled my head and was delighted I could focus my attention again – My attention. I knew who I was again! My trip down the rabbit hole was coming to a close. “Guys? Are you ok?” It was Orson.

Dad’s Basement Part Twelve I had almost gotten up and left the booth, when the door opened and a older man came in and shut the door. He was average height, with white hair, dressed all in black. He kept his back to me as he locked the booth door. There I sat with my shorts around my ankles. He turned and smiled. That’s when I noticed he was a Priest, a real fucking Priest. “Hello my Son” he said. “Hello Father” “Now what could bring a boy like you to a place like this?” he asked, “tell me honestly” “Looking for cock Father” The Priest shook his head. How could this fucker be judging me, when his ass was in here too. “Son, I think you need to get on your knees and pray.” I don’t know what game he was playing, but I would see how it would go. I stood up, bent over to pull up my shorts. When he stopped me. “Step out of them my Son and kneel” I stepped out of my shorts, and kelt on the dried cum stains on the floor. He stepped forward, his crotch inches from my face. “Close your eyes my Son” he said “and I will begin” I blindly obeyed him. “Heavenly Father, please give this young man guidance in his sinful times. Let him see the wisdom of your oh mighty vessel before him.” As he spoke, he unzipped his pants, reached inside and pullout out his cock and balls. They hung limp against his black pants. “Allow the seed of your being to flow from my Holy shaft, into his waiting challis, filling him with your light as well as the darkened love from Below. Allow the bond between my Holy Massive Shaft to open his challis for more of man’s destructive seed. In POZ cum we pray, Amen.” What the fuck was I hearing. Was this Priest praying about poz cum, cock and ass. “Open your mouth my Son and swallow my shaft” I opened my eyes to see a thick cock sticking straight out of his black pants, I circled my lips around it and started to suck. I slobbered on the cock until it shined and dripped spit on the front of his pants. Reaching under my pits, he pulled me up, turned me around, bent me forward until I faced the glory hole again. Without uttering another word, he rammed his cock balls deep into my hole. Not even waiting he began to fuck my hole, harder and harder. He grabbed my hair to keep me form moving. “Boys fucking never fucking learn. Cock, cock, cock is all they want. I will give them cock until they fucking get fucking over it.” He continued to yell the most vile statements about cock and sex as he pounded my hole. He thrusted all the way in and began to shoot his load. “Take the Unholy cum deep in your pussy, you God damn fucking whore” Then it was over, he quickly pulled out, tucked his cock away and leave. Leaving with with a “I’m sorry” I stood up shaking me head. What the fuck was that about. “I see you met Father Micheal. Man is so confused, but so twisted” Garrett said, “ I should call him and let him and the other Priest in his order gang bang you. I think you would like that. Come with me, let’s walk around” “Okay” I said grabbing my shorts, holding them in a ball in my hand as I left the booth. Fuck I was naked from the waist down and I didn’t care, hell maybe the men would stop me in the public area and fuck me. I was getting a lot of looks as I was standing in front of Garrett, who was back in a corner, he had placed me in front of him - ass out to everyone. “Hot load on your face Matt, give me a lick” Instead of moving closer, I bent forward, sticking my ass out. Garrett’s tongue was licking my face, savoring the cum load. I felt hands rub my ass, as the men walked by. Some stopped and slid fingers in, fingering my hole, coating their fingers with cum and sucking it off. “Hold still” Garrett said to me, hooking his arm around my neck. I felt a cock stabbing at my hole, it would slide in just slightly then pull out, testing the tightness of my hole. I could not believe that someone was doing this out in the public area. I felt more and more of the cock slide in me. My hole gave way with ease after the couple of rough fucks I got. The cock slid in until I felt a belt buckle pressing against my ass. The cold metal only stayed there a moment, then was gone, but seconds later it return. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see men gathering, pulling their cocks out and stroking them. “Afternoon Garrett, this a friend of yours?” “Afternoon Officer Thompson and he is the son of a friend of mine” “Should arrest you two for lewd public acts” “Let’s take it out in trade” “Had your ass many times, Garrett, so this boy’s hole will do this time” I felt him pick up speed, thrusting in and out of my slick hole, at times he would move his hips in circular motions while his cock was pushed in almost the whole way. Then it was back to deep fucking. I moaned wildly as I watch men jacking their cocks next to use. “I am going to shoot” one said. Officer Thompson pulled his cock out until the head was just inside, pulling at the inside of my hole. “Shoot it on my cock and I will drive it in the boy” The man stepped up, aiming his cock at the cop’s exposed shaft and shot. The cum covered the shaft and was driven in, he was pushing deeper and deeper into my hole. More men began to yell they were close and each time they shot, it was on the cop’s cock only to be shoved into my hole. I could not keep count of how many men shot this way. The cop was moaning loudly, Garrett just had a grin on his face, watching me get fucked by his cop friend, and taking all the loads from the voyeuristic men. The cop kept slowly stroking his cock with my cum filled hole, edging it while he allowed all the men to shoot. “Need to finish, got to get back to my beat” He pumped a few times and drove in deep, spilling his cum deep into my hole. I felt his cock jump as his cum coated my inside and mixed with the other men’s loads. “Fucking good pussy, Garrett.” he said. “Maybe you can bring him to Ryan and I’s home so we can use him for a weekend. Think his Daddy would allow that” He slowly pulled his cock out as I squeezed my hole against it. “We would treat him right and send him home with our gifts” he said, “Now clean my cock Garrett” Garrett moved in front of the cop and dropped to his knees. I turned to see the cop for the first. He was ruggedly handsome, slightly muscular build to make his uniform tight. Garrett slurped on his cock, taking the spongy shaft into his mouth. Licking and sucking the cum off it. The cop pulled free of Garrett’s suction, tucked his cock in his pants and left. “Let’s get you home young man, you had an very busy afternoon” I put my shorts on and we left. All the way home I could feel cum leaking from my hole. By the time I got into the house, there was a huge wet spot on the ass of my shorts, and cum was running down my leg. Dad was sitting on the sofa, butt naked. HIs hard cock sticking straight up in the air. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap and tell me all about it Son”

Anything bigger than 7 1/2" is difficult for me to suck. So when this one guy with a 9 1/2" cock force fucked my throat, I thought I would literally choke on it. I tried to get him to pull his cock back a bit. But he was very strong, and I could not do anything. But it didn't take long before he blew his load in my mouth. And even though I was gagging, I was really turned on by how he had his way with me.

I hung my head over the edge of the bed Friday night and let a guy go to town on my throat ,I like it and the guys really seem to enjoy it,I always try to catch them before they cum so I can feel them squirt and taste the load.I too like it when a guy grabs my head and holds me forcing his cock Past the gag zone,when my throat starts massaging the head of their cock they usually really start to moan and tell me how good it is.