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Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay. Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating? I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere. Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine. But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors. From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked. Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd. Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too. Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together! However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom. It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin.... We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath. He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked. Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there. The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh.... Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it. What was this sticky fluid? Naturally he came back and caught me. I was SO embarrassed! But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all. And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees. And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done. He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand. Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them. They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den. They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too! Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections. Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed. Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion. The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room. I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life! Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!" And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse." There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off. Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy! Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?" Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door. Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased. He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out. Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two. Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere. And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce. He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming. Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone. Everything seemed to be a double-entendre. Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air. It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory). Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma. Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time. In the evenings. Before bed. As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR. You know - for watching movies in bed. And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot. I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on. But it was my father! I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe. I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I? Why did I have a boner?? So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions. Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see. So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall. Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice. I figured I was being quiet as a cat. I was wrong. "You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice. Fuck! Busted AGAIN by Dad!! Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection. "Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too. I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas. I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first. He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him. Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate. That first night we watched porn together and jacked off. Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off. When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too. In my pajamas. Without touching myself. From there we slowly progressed. It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him. It started out as innocently jacking together. From there it became me jacking him off while we watched. I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe. And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear. (No more Jammie's for this guy!) From there it soon progressed to blowjobs. Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off. To be a good boy. Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him. The blowjob came naturally. Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow. And when he shot in my mouth? There was no hesitation: I swallowed instantly. And happily. At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy. Sort of his human fleshlight. He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all. He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR. I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence. I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room. Once there is either jack off or go to sleep. More often than not, I didn't even jack myself. And then one night it finally happened. This was in January of my senior year. It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work. I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn. This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning. I went in and I saw Dad watching porn. I was right. He was playing a new porn tape. This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking! It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat. Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him. Then my mouth on his dick, as usual. But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head after awhile and I stopped. "Get on all fours," he whispered. We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me. It was almost like a slap. But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position". My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all. Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours. I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He reached and got some KY off the nightstand. My heart was thundering in my chest. Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter. This was it-- I was losing my virginity. To my father. He pushed into my ass. I distinctly remember the pain. I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking. Which he did. I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me. It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness. I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass. Did it hurt him as much? I tried to breathe through it. I teared up a bit. Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering. I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth. There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual. I counted them off in my head. His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done. Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red. Blood. So I HAD torn a bit. I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror. I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me. I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass. Two nights later the same thing happened. And again a couple nights after that. Soon, I realized this was our new norm. So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room. I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual. As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous). Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore. I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong? Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me? But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain. Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either. Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality. I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly. And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men. Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college. In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad. I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life. I wanted to be normal. I wanted a change. And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore. I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud. Ah, the romantic in me! But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper. Really I don't even much remember our last fuck. As summer waned he sort of did it less and less. Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels. I was okay with all this. It made my college transition that much easier. When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down. He had some things to tell me, he said. My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming. Well... ALMOST predict. In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce. He said there was something else, too. He had been to his doctor and... He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected: "Son... I'm HIV positive."

The first time I was fucked by one dom top I didn't know exactly how big his dick was until after. He wanted a bottom sub who would take a hard session of fucking and seeding. I think it was helpful for me not to know how big he was until after he'd fucked and seeded me for several hours. It let me focus on serving him, the whole man, by being a good receptive sub. I've got to know him well enough that he's talked about how he hates being objectified as just a long, hard, black dick (race laying it's own set of issues over the big dick thing). We've talked during and after fucking about life, relationships, race, and philosophy and he's a smart and interesting man. I couldn't see him as just a big black dick if I tried and though it's remarkable, it's not his dick that keeps me wanting to spend time with him. The last time we got together it was just for 30 minutes before he ran out to work, but he needed release. He fucked me continually and very deep into my sigmoid flexure the whole time, he can tell when he's changing the shape of my cunt and likes it. I mentioned that I liked when he hurt me a little, and he said he has to be careful of that, meaning he likes it too. I've seen he enjoys hurting me, stretching my abilities, as he's jammed up tight in me. It feeds part of his dom fire. He bred me five times and the last two were after this exchange, and were the kind where your dom is deep-fucking your mind. He held eye contact with me as he fucked deep, slapping into my hole hard, keeping me silent and telling me without words he needed something from me. I focused on his eyes and face and I could see an intense expression deepening there. I relaxed and just looked into him as he looked into me, taking what he gave me. I felt him driving me to the edge of something as he watched, never breaking eye contact. He took my body and mind to an edge, increasing the intensity of his fuck until he could see my body and mind splayed open gasping there, mouth open, head tilted back. Then I saw him drink in what he'd done to me, hurting me, as his face contorted and I felt him breed me. Then he kept going and did it all over again. Its the whole man that fucks you. He's not a dildo. He's a mind that penetrates yours as surely as his cock does. Honor all of him.

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I'm surprised to get this many positive feedback. Hope you enjoy this next installment. ; ) --- He explained to me the origin of his covenant and its purpose. His persuasion skills could challenge that of Jim Jones. In his words and explanations, everything made sense and I was beginning to believe in the existence of a higher being. Even more, that we had a purpose. There was no koolaid to be drunk, just his cum to made me join him. It started after he got ‘it’ that he decided to repent temporarily. On his knees, praying for a sign, he realized that there was no use and that he was in charge of his life. Fully charged. That moment of nothingness was also his first so called prophecy that he needed to establish an order as a response to the wrath that God has put on those who sodomize. By now, he had 9 brothers in his covenant with 22 out of the city. Funnily enough, he even told me that when he was renovating a house last year, he cut the owner a huge chunk of the final price as a Welcome Gift for joining his covenant. The owners name? Monsieur Courtois. Of course he did. Estelle couldn’t stop throwing her parties that summer where all of us would come and use the sauna in her backyard after swimming in her pool, now expanded. I now know why the slab on the pool had Latin words on it. It was Robert’s little signature. “Oh Lucas? Yes...that man has vigor. He understood the mechanics of this covenant and got me an early 18th century edition of Paradise Lost, hardbound of course. Came from a publishing house in London, whose owner was a friend of the British ambassador. That’s the thing about this covenant, the perks are unparalleled. I specifically choose who’s in and who’s not. In the senate, not far from here, I know of a certain republican who our brothers had restrained and came in him all night while he begged to be filled with more of the covenant’s seed. It’s practically hard to pull some strings from him, but it is doable. The contracts I’ve gotten made me buy this house, which was what God intended now I discovered you next door.” I believe that this man who has his cock in me at this very moment is a reincarnation of Machiavelli. How calculative and precise he was. What did he say to convince of these people to join a secret society like his? Influential people everywhere. Foucault was right, power is exercised, not possessed and Robert exercised his through the covenant. His cock was still in me when we lied on the floor while I listened to his manifesto. He said that his covenant aimed to collect those who understand the grand narrative of how the world works in accepting God’s purpose of the curse that He struck on us sodomites. Quoting Baudrillard and some other philosophers I don’t recognize, I could tell that Robert has crafted his covenant in an enigmatic fashion that only certain knowledgeable people would understand. It was elitist at best and he intentionally kept it that way so that he could procure the crème de la crème. Covered in sweat, he told me that he’s going to shower and brought me to his bathroom. I looked at his marble bath tub and he understood that a bath would be more fitting. It was onyx black and had a few candles around it, still unlit. I can tell that Robert was also a man of taste. It was all Dyptique. Even the ones in his ‘shrine’. It was all in black, custom ordered to display the 7 deadly sins instead of the scent name. He ran the bath water while he sucked my cock, edging me every time I felt like I was about to come by pressing onto my perineum to resist my cum from flowing. When I finally came, we got into the tub. It fit the both of us. By then, the clock was almost 1. “What did you tell your parents about your whereabouts this evening?” “I was actually quite honest. I told them I was here and that you could help me out with a project I was doing on cults.” I half-joked. He gave me a sharp look before I continued. “Well, I told them that you needed some help to touch up your house after you told me that you needed some help so they encouraged me to go since I would be home alone. Plus, my mom actually likes you since you always come home on Sundays from Church with your canollos, never missing her out in the garden. How rare it is to see a man who still remains loyal to God she’d say. Action speaks louder than word though I say, since she hasn’t been to church in forever.” “Canolli. And yes, I find your mother to be very cordial. I wonder if she would still be if she knows you’re here with me now.” “I wonder if she knows that a man who goes to church would also be fucking people into his cult.” “Don’t call it a cult. It’s a covenant. A cult would ask its members to kill themselves. Or celebrities. We don’t cause the Sharon Tates of the world. Cults do.” “Falun Gong is a cult and they seem to be sharing its 5000 years of civilization motto through some stupid meditation and kumbaya every morning. Hardly different than yours when you factor out the Jesus part of it.” I argued. “It’s not a cult either. They don’t call themselves a cult and neither do I when it comes to mine. You will not disrespect it. Blasphemy is what you’ve done. Do not transgress any further.” “Look, there’s no point in even arguing with you. You’re going to just use your ritualistic words to make me do anything you want and that’s why I’m here, with you right now. Your hard on isn’t that subtle.” I could feel his cock under my knee now, indicating that my ass would be worked out again. “And do you want it? In you right now? Don’t think you’re in the covenant yet. I haven’t stopped my medications since a new brother joined a few months ago. Around your age” “You know I will yield to your demand. Who was it?” curious as I was. “A boy who goes to Georgetown. Justin was his name. When I told him where I lived, he asked me whether I knew you. You guys fooled around in high school, no? Just from his stories I can tell how both of you were suitable for this covenant as we need some new young faces. A new generation. To sow the seeds that will be reaped. But don’t worry. I completely forgot about him when I finally saw the person who had taken his virginity.” Jesus was all I can think of. Jesus Christ. If I say it out loud, Robert would chastise me for using the God’s name in vain. Was this all part of the grand narrative that Robert was talking about? Was it my purpose to join this covenant? Was it set in stone for me to accept my role as a brother that would punish those who wish to be punished? “I told Justin that any brothers he thought of bringing must be vetted by me. Who was he? What can he do for the covenant? What contributions can he bring to further realize our mission? Last month, Jason thought of bringing you in, seeing that your parents firm represent some powerful people in this town. Domestic and international. But I wanted to check myself first. Not only are you majoring in math, you’re also minoring in literature. A well-read man is a must to join us. Tell me, is there anyone from Cornell that craves for cocks like mine?” I have underestimated everything about Robert. He had plan everything. The reason why I am here now is because of his forethought and attention to details, just like the way he constructs every project he’s worked on. My parents never told me to pick up law since I detest their work, but I can see now that it’s a possibility, knowing that it would be beneficial to Robert and his mission. Fuck, I really am convinced and attracted by this man. Was I special or was I just another Jason? I didn’t reply but held his cock instead. “Right now, I’m craving.” I said, reaching to him and trying to kiss him before he stood up and threw my head in the tub, as though he was going to drown me. He pushed his cock in me while my head was submerged in the water. He pulled me out at times for me to catch my breathe while making sure that I would suffer. I could feel my own hard on too as he fucked me repeatedly without any breaks. That 10 minutes felt like 10 hours in Gitmo. I came before he did and when he came, he slapped my ass so hard that it imprinted my cheeks. An outline of his palm that took a week to disappear. I was still not satisfied. After we dried off, he escorted me to his bedroom. A California king bed with 4 posters that had linen drapes. Above the headboard, a taxidermized head of a ram was hanged, with a demeaning expression. Its horns were long and curvy which was carved in some writing I couldn’t see properly. Latin I suppose. Robert pushed me on the bed after instructing me to wear a white loincloth made out of silk. It was tied with a rosary bead that had an inverted cross to the front. Who is blasphemous now? I was then tied at each limbs with leather straps that too were decorated with rosary. He then began chanting, “In the name of the true father, the son, and Behemoth, I ask you to submit yourself to me and find it in your soul to accept your role in the covenant for there is no God but me right now in making sure that my cum fills you up, never satiated but desperate for more.” “I submit.” Was all I could say before I felt him thrusting in me again. This time, slowly but never missing a moment to catch his breath. I was worn out but I was only able to plead him to go faster. He then pulled my head up while I was spread out on the bed like an eagle to face the ram above me. For a moment, I imagine it whispering to me in an archaic form of English, “Wouldst thou like to live in sin? Wouldst thou like the seed of thy master? Accept it shaft.” Robert was still thrusting me and I started to imagine that the ram would descend from the wall, forming into some sort of Minotaur, joining Robert. It felt like I was in a trance as I could suddenly see the Minotaur climbing down and going underneath me, inserting his cock into my hole as Robert was too. Double penetration was a first time for me and I shouted even more when they both were fucking me. This continue for a while until I felt the Minotaur coming in me, with cum as hot as boiling water. I now understand what the covenant was. It was something mystical, something that one has to experience. Robert was still in me and still fucking me, about to come. When I came, Robert came too and rested his body on me. Both of us covered in sweat. Suddenly, I looked up and the ram head was back where it was and that it was just Robert and me on the bed. Was I imagining everything? I also felt Robert’s cum in my hole. It wasn’t as heated as I remembered. Was it all real? I couldn’t tell. I wanted to leave immediately because what I couldn’t absorb what had just occurred. I told Michael that I had to go, leaving him confused. I ran to my house with his cum flowing out to my leg and rushed up to my room. My mom knocked the door and asked why I was late. I told her I got carried away watching Robert’s new TV. I went to the window, expecting Robert to be there but he wasn’t. Instead, I saw him open the door to a group of men who were wearing black hoods. Before I got into my bed, I looked in the mirror and saw a scratch on my shoulder that I knew wasn’t Roberts. “What have I gotten myself into?” was the last thought I had in my mind before I dozed off.

Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."

I am quite fine with my furry crack. Might I shave it one day? Maybe, if the scene is right. Hair regrows, after all.

Thank you that's my point, a top should take his time to open a bottom up, but some bottoms feel that because they have to douch, they get a pass on training. You can walk into a PhD level class and expect to ace it without taking the lessons before. It's the same with big dick. Yes some naturally can take it, but most need a bit of training or at least a plug your hole before meeting a really hung top.

Hi, I found some drafts I wrote a few months ago that I thought would be nice to share with you all while. Hope y'all enjoy. The summer I came home from Ithaca, I had some troubles sleeping for the first few weeks. The constructions were still going on next door & I had to open the window to let in the cool summer draft. I woke up in the middle of the night to see how anyone could drill at this hour. I went to my window and saw a man, only in his jocks hammering some planks and placing them on the wall. There were also chains on the floor that he was now drilling to the ceiling. All this in a candle lit room. This man had a firm ass and I could tell he was packing. He was bald but his head was defined, as well as his body. His thighs were smooth and large. I could see his furry chest too while he drilled, packing firm pecks. Don’t get me started on his arms. It was clear that he’s experienced in construction. I starred for what must have been 10 minutes, taking the role of a pepping tom. He then stopped and got to the window and looked at me and took his jock off, jacking his 9 inch off. I looked at him straight in his eyes. He was now smiling. He opened the window and then came, blowing his load out of the window. He put his index finger on his nose to signal secrecy and turned back to blow the candles off, without acknowledging me any further. Before the candles were blown off, it looked like he was prostrating in a circle that the candles were positioned in. I closed my curtains, going to bed with a hard on I couldn’t contain. I woke up in my boxers, stained with cum. I haven’t had a wet dream in ages. I went down and asked Mom and Dad who moved in. Mom told me that it was a man name Robert Costa whose taking over the construction company that went bankrupt last year. Dad then said that “He doesn’t seem like the kind to play for the other team.” Mom told him that he’s only saying that because he’s more muscular than Dad and knows more about tennis when Dad lost his bet on him that Federer was going to lose. I didn’t want to hear them go on so I went out for a jog. I missed running around my neighborhood, going through the parks at night sometimes to cruise. I remembered when I turned 18 three years ago, I sucked my first cock at this very tree I just ran by. The balls I relished on was that of Mr. Courtois who was one of the consulate workers at the Belgian embassy. Mr. Courtois was friendly with my family. He had a wife and his daughter who I did AP Chem together with. I can still recall the moment he realized who I was after blowing his load in me in the dark. “Putain” Was the first thing he said, before asking me what I was doing. “Don’t worry Mr. Courtois. Or is it Monsieur? I wanted it. We don’t have to tell anyone.” I looked at him, with his cum still on my lips. “You should not be here, it’s unsafe for young boys of your age.” Talking to me like a child. “It’s you who shouldn’t be here. Does your family know?” I asked, before he gave a worried look. “Of course not. We must not tell anyone. We cannot. I’m going home now, let me send you home.” In the car, I was playing with his dick while he drove. It was long, hard and bushy. I then told him that if he took the next right, the exit would merge us on Connecticut Ave and that there was a motel that wasn’t too far away. It didn’t take long for him to agree. A little s’il vous plait & j’te veux was all I needed to convince him to fuck me. Thank you Estelle for making me pass 10th grade French. The thing about Mr. Courtois was that he had the perfect dad body. It was not too big nor too muscular. His hair was grey too and he had blue eyes. He was well endowed with a cock length of about 7 inch. And he had some pubic hair. Must be a man who takes care of himself. He was talkative but pensive when he fucked me. I can still remember those words that made my hole wet when he rimmed me. “C’est bon ouais?” Every time I hear those words now, I would get hard like I was Pavlov’s dog. When he inserted his cock into me, I was in heaven. The first cock I’m taking and it belonged to my lab partner’s dad. He said those three words again ramming me non-stop. “Ton cul, c'est extraordinaire…ah putain, tu vas gagner ma bite et l'accueillir.” I don’t even know what he’s saying but I knew it made me flush. I asked him to go faster. For some reason, Mr. Courtois couldn’t stop speaking in French. I had to learn the word vite from him and repeat it like I was yelling feet. I don’t think it’s even in one of my fetishes. “Tu veux mon foutre, oui? Oh putain..“ was his last words before coming into me. Filling my ass and sloshing his cum in me, pulling out and letting it flow like the Pontemac. We cuddled and he said his first comprehensible sentence of that night, in English, “Thank you. I didn’t know you were gay…does Estelle know?” “Je vous en prie” I teased in a high pitched voice. “And yes she does. I think everyone does. Does she know her dad is though?” “Bah.” was all he said and told me that we should go home. Mood killer. The time was almost 5 and I entered the house telling both my parents that I was at Justin’s playing video games and didn’t realize how late it got. This all happened a year ago before I left for college. How inexperienced I was. Last I heard, Mr. Courtois was back in Bruxelles, having his charity co-sponsor bxl pride. Maybe he’s out, maybe he’s not, but I knew I must have affected him in some ways when I saw photos of him clad to a semi muscular twink in harness on Estelle’s Instagram. While standing in front of the fountain at the park now, I could see a man wearing overalls and a white tank top walking towards me. He also had a helmet on. It was the one and only, Robert Costa. “It’s nice to see that ass out in the day.” He said, clearly recognizing me as last night’s voyeur. “Nice to see someone in clothes too.” I joked, transfixed on his eyes now. A dark shade of olive when refracted under the sun. Gorgeous. I can also take a peek of his chest. He then smiled. “Would you like to come over tonight? I just built something and I need to show someone. I don’t know anyone around here. Besides, all that construction must have make you a bit curious.” He asked, full of confidence. “Yeah, sure. 8 sounds good? I think mom and dad are going to be out for dinner at Bourbon Steak. I told them I would go watch the movies instead of mingling with some diplomats I’ll forget but whatever.” “Great.” Was all he said as he left, heading to the pickup truck parked across the bench where we stood. I wore my jock that night and the same pair of joggers with just a hoodie on. By now, I was thinking of whether I would call him Robert or Mr. Costa. Both sounded hot. Robert opened the door in an apron without anything underneath it. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve been used to walking around the house nude. Haven’t had any guests since I moved in. You’re the first! Come in.” He came in for a bear hug and I could feel how huge his balls were underneath the apron. Robert walked back to the kitchen and on his naked back, a bio hazard symbol was tattooed centered right below his nape. Interesting. Robert then showed me his kitchen where he was preparing some drinks. Campari spritz. With the heat that was going on, it was only necessary. “So…I want to try out something.” He said, going to the freezer now and taking out a tray of ice cube but instead of it being cubical, it was cylindrical, like a tube. “How would you like to have a cocktail of cum in your ass?” Wow. How direct. Cut right to the chase. I think my fixation on him last night was all that he needed to know to gauge the kind of a slut I am. I agreed immediately and pulled my pants down and hoodie off, with Robert now being impressed with my jock. “Get up here,” he called me when he went to inspect my ass. He took off the jock and looked at my cock, squeezing it with his other hand choking me now. I didn’t sign up for this, but it made me harder than I was before. “There we go..” he smiled now while gripping my hard cock while inserting one cube in my ass. It felt cold and melted easily in me. In his eyes, I can tell there’s a desire to corrupt and use me. It’s as if he wanted to destroy me and fulfill his dark fucked up fantasies. I hate to admit that I was willing to let my inhibitions go away & fully submit to him. “I still haven’t showed you what I was telling you about.” He then held my hand but this time with care and lead me upstairs into the room he was fixing up. It was a sight that I thought I wouldn’t see. I doubt there were any other houses in our neighborhood that had a room like what Robert had made. To call it a sex dungeon would be dishonest because it wasn’t like its aim was for sex but for something even darker. It was like a shrine. The chains he drilled up were a part of a leather sling. And behind the sling was a tapestry that bared the Sigil of Baphomet. The room was only lit by candles placed on the floor around the sling and that the sling was placed in a circle which Robert had carved. There was also pentagram carved in the circle. If one were to put themselves in the sling, they would face a floor to ceiling mirror that had quotes of Divine Comedy painted black in acrylics. In Italian even. To divert my fascination, I joked. “What’s the font, Hellvetica?” “Funny. You know what these words mean?” I did classics as an elective during freshman year so my memory didn’t serve me well but I can only recognise one stanza which was "Ritorna a tua scïenza, che vuol, quanto la cosa è più perfetta, più senta il bene, e così la doglienza.” “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain..” or something along those lines from what I could recall. What does this even mean? Clearly I didn’t pay attention much. Robert recited the quote in his native tongue before I told him the meaning. He was surprised and said, “You are perfect. You want to feel pleasure and you want to feel pain. In this room, we’re all sinners. We’re destined for destruction during judgement day. Our sins are set as our aberrations called for it.” I can tell he was into Dante and must have grown up in a religious family. He was Sicilian after all by looking at his Apron that had the words PALERMO printed like something off a postcard. Robert then began to tell me that he’s a part of a covenant that sins and punish themselves. “Aquinas said that we can know things without any form of divine intervention…that God’s light would shine on us naturally to inform us what we must do. When I strayed off the path of God.. I was stung to realize my sin. I then thought that God wouldn’t punish those who went on the beaten path and that I must do it myself..” Fuck. This man is a cult leader, I thought. I was still intrigued given that I had a hard on and melted cum in my ass. “Then God shined another light…that we sinners deserve a second chance. Medication. What a way to deny God’s plans. But it also give me more opportunity to punish others.” What a visionary. I don’t think highly of Robert but his speech and the way he brought himself not only convinced me otherwise, but also convinced me that he sees himself as some sort of a prophet. I can see how he could manage his cult with the way he spoke. “I’m giving you the opportunity to learn more about me. To learn more about yourself. To participate in it. When I looked at you last night, the moon was full and I felt God’s light shined again. I can tell that you’re not religious, but the rituals and the aspects of this covenant make it hard for you to be dissuaded, am I right?” “Yes... but this is too much Robert, I think you’re thinking way too deep on this. It’s not even right if you’re going to just ruin people’s lives in the name of God.” “Well, I’m not ruining their lives and anyone who joins voluntarily does so. You think I’m a man who would rape? Most of our brothers are in on their own will. God’s will. I used to think that I was the only one who felt this way but there are many like me. I can see it in your eyes that you want it too.” He was right. Human beings are irrational and as much as we’d like to live our lives according to reason and truth, it is impossible for us to function in that way all the time. I wanted to join my neighbor’s cult that might affect me for the rest of my life. Was it because of boredom? Fascination? I don’t know. Words really can’t explain why some people do the things they do and my interest in joining Robert only proves it further. I didn’t need him to persuade me any more so I walked toward him and held his face and kissed him. He threw me on the floor and began rimming me. He pushed a finger in me and I groaned a bit. “Yes, don’t stop.” I said while he was pulling it in and out. “You’re very tight. Don’t move.” He commanded. I felt my hole exposed to the humidity and without any warning, he pressed into me with his cock, releasing a scream from me. I should’ve asked him to put more cum in me in the kitchen. I had fully submitted myself to him now. He took long strokes and pressed my nipple hard, telling me that I was beginning to open up. I rocked my hips back to him, accepting his potent cock. He also went slowly at times and fast, making me moan and groan like never before. My head was on the floor with my ass up, with the candles as my only source of light. Without the mirror, the room would be darker but with it, I can see Robert fucking me flat on the floor. As he rocked me deeper, I could feel another part of my hole opening, accepting more of him. He then said, “There it is, we’re just starting to have fun now.” All I could remember for the next half an hour was me being in a state of euphoria. My eyes were rolled back and my arms were shaking. I couldn’t even feel my legs as he rammed into me. I also noticed that every now and then when we were fucking, he would take a pause to breathe heavily. The last time he did this, he held me with his arms and squeezed me tight, not letting me go as he whispered, “Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.” It then registered to me that he had came in me about 7 times. When he was done, we were on the floor, panting while he jerked me off. When I was about to come, he sucked me and ingested all my cum. He then came up for a kiss and I could taste the saltiness of my cum while his and god knows who else’s was flowing out of my hole. While he leaned beside me on the recently varnished oak floor, I broke the silence. “Tell me more about this covenant.”

Please don't....I love to try to braid the hair in your crack with my tongue. I have to keep trying until I'm successful....

Was fucking a guy at his place once when his mother walked in on us. We quickly covered up when we heard her walking in, but since this was the first time I’d met his mom he introduced us and I went over to shake her hand. As I was shaking her hand one of the balls fell out of my PA, bounced off her foot and landed on the floor between us. She picked it up, looked at it, handed it to me without saying anything and walked out of the room. Guy told me later that his mom asked him what it was and wouldn’t believe him when he explained it to her until he finally showed her a picture of it (and me) on his phone. I’m glad he and his mom are close but there IS such a thing as oversharing... We hooked up again a few times but after that I could never bring myself to go back to his place again.

For a while me and my regular fuckbuddy were getting closer emotionally. We agreed to try as a couple but it n an open relationship. First three some as a couple happened yesterday. Watching me kissing and sucking a stranger and being fucked by him made my bf horny previously. So, I was curious to his reaction if he see his bf with another guy. Fifty something bearded daddy was coming. We didn’t waste our time. He started to kiss my bf while I was sucking them one after the other. Later daddy also sucked my bf, we did it together. After it I was sucking my bf and daddy was rimming me, until he helped me to sit onto my bf’s rock hard cock. He stood above my bf and gave his cock into my mouth. I sucked him hard while was riding this hard tool. Daddy pushed his cock deep into my throat. When his cock was fully covered with my saliva he went to my back and pushed his cock beside my bf’s cock. After few trying it was successful and I feel like in heaven. The first dp in my life is done. I had been eager for so long time. My double penetrating lasted quite long when I asked a small break. After it I was fucked by both our guest and my bf. In the next turn he went on to his knees and started to suck my bf. Who ordered me to lick daddy’s hole. Although he said being only top he couldn’t resist my bf’s amazing cock and rode him. While he was riding, I was sucking him, until he shot a huge load onto my face and into my mouth. My bf is so excited to watch his partner making sex with strangers that we have come to the nudist beach and he asked me to go to the cruising zone and playing with others. So I have already bred. Now he went to find someone to play without me which made me also excited. I hope, he becomes such a top bf who organises breeding parties to his love, not only letting but forcing me to bareback with others.

That’s how it was with my former Master - what I have become is the result of what he found already within me and developed, rather than something he imposed on me. In trying to understand why I need or desire men to sexually dominate and degrade me, to call my asshole a cunt or a pussy and use it as such, I’ve wondered if the only way I could allow myself to express myself sexually is if I somehow could tell myself I had had no choice. I’m beyond that kind of self-repression now, but I wonder if it permanently shaped my sexuality in such a way that I now greatly desire to serve men who would use me that way. It is humiliating to say it out loud, but I do need men to recognize my asshole as a cunt, to recognize me as a thing to be fucked, and to use me in ways that demonstrate their control and power. What’s worse is that I’m even willing to beg for it...

While i'm grateful to be a guy and sex is as a gay guy is comparatively easy to get (compared to straight), i do think we miss out if we ignore the emotional and mental side of sex. That's easy to do with hook up sex. For me, quality sex twice a week beats quantity sex every day. i don't think one can have that if their partner is only a hole or a cock to them. i've been fucked by a guys finger or a dildo and He was so connected to what He was doing, that i was thoroughly connecting with Him. i always try to engage a guys mind and emotions before i even hook with him, but many guys don't want that. To me, once you've experienced mind fuck, there is no going back. For me, sex is all about connecting with another guy, the more we connect emotionally, mentally and physically , the better. To me, sex without the mental and emotional connection is getting close to sex with a condom.

Big dick problems is similar to the problems girls with big boobs have. Minus the back problems lol

Great point. The real problem is bottoms that are lazy and expect a top to make them able to take big dick without pain and tops that think busting up a hole and making a bottom bleed makes them a good top.

Reading all the posts here, it seems like taking big dicks is about experience, communication and expectations. Experience: Bottoms who are serious about taking big dicks should probably invest in a decent sized dildo to practice on and some poppers. Communication: I think tops need to get bottoms mentally ready for a big dick by reminding bottoms they are bigger than average. And tops know if they are hung based on how previous partners have reacted to their dicks!!! Expectation: I think well-endowed tops should be patient when entering a hole. I know a couple of very hung tops that I won't let fuck me on a regular basis because they literally feel that once they are inside me that I have to submit to being plowed - even if it hurts me. Just because I am the bottom, it doesn't mean I want to be in pain or that I am not an equal partner during the sex act. And it's a sex act - not a sexual assault. I am getting regularly fucked by a well-endowed guy now. Because we're fucking often, my hole has "learned" the curve of his dick. I don't even need much lube. It is some of the hottest sex I've ever had.

Part 45 - No Doubts It was dark when they returned home exhausted from the day at Liongate, having laughed so much to all the swimming they did. Javier was so happy and excited he bounded up the stairs like a puppy who just got free run of the house, they kissed good night and went to their rooms, Ben looking back shaking his head smiling and wondering what had happened to make him this way. Franco collapsed on the sofa flicking the TV on to sit and watch an episode of Big Little Lies, he had become a fan since Nicky took them on set to watch it being filmed. Stefan came back in to the lounge grabbed a couple of sodas and sat down next to Franco in silence watching with him until the credits rolled. "She is so good" Franco said finishing his soda. Stefan nodded "It's funny watching her now I know her" he said. Franco looked at Stefan then leaned over and kissed him "What's that for?" Stefan asked smiling. Franco stood up and held out his hand to Stefan who took it and felt himself being pulled up off the sofa. Franco held on to Stefan's hand tightly and kissed him again looking him in the eye then turning he began to walk towards his room holding Stefan firmly. There was no hesitation from Stefan he felt the time was right for them to spend the night together. As they stepped in to Franco's room he closed the door looking at it for a moment hoping that he had judged things right, when he turned Stefan stood close and his arms were already pulling Franco in and wrapping around his body. Both men were hungry for the other but neither of them knew how much they really did wanted each other, their lips met and parted quickly kissing deep and with urgency, hands roaming over bodies lifting their t-shirts off and stopping their kissing to quickly discard their clothing. Standing naked kissing and walking clumsily towards the bed, Stefan fell back and Franco held on tight kissing and biting each others lips gently as he landed on top. Their arms wrapping around each other they kissed harder and deeper rolling around on the bed bodies wriggling to get closer. Franco rolled on top again and slipped downwards finding Stefan's nipple he licked and sucked briefly hearing Stefan moan. His tongue circled each nipple and began running it's way further down his body, ignoring his cock he felt the tongue work around it licking and kissing until he reached Stefan's balls. His mouth opened and sucked gingerly eliciting a squeal of joy from Stefan, slowly he worked his way up along the shaft closing his mouth around the head of Stefan's cock, tasting him for the first time he gently increased the pressure and depth of his sucking, his eyes watching as Stefan arched his back clawing at the sheets. Stefan's hands grabbed Franco's head pulling him further down getting his cock in to Franco's throat 'oh fuck' Stefan moaned several times until the cool air rushed around the his cock being released from Franco's mouth gagging leaving a string of his saliva connecting them. His legs pushed up and Franco playfully bit at his ass cheeks moving inwards until his tongue found his hole. Franco licked hard upwards and he could feel the trembling in Stefan's legs, his hands gripped the sheets moaning loudly head rolling from side to side, Stefan was in shock at his own uncontrollable aroused state never imagining that Franco would be so dominant in the bedroom. He was out of control and couldn't and didn't want Franco to stop, the tongue flickering around his hole depositing saliva before finally pushing in. Stefan raised his ass almost shooting his load in orgasm feeling the warm tongue licking and probing inside his hole. Franco had never felt urges like this with any other guy, he wanted to fuck him and he wanted to fuck him now but doing so he knew he would cum straight away. Teasingly he kissed and blew cool air over the hole feeling Stefan's legs trembling again, his kissing moved up along his inner thigh and Stefan relaxed his heart beating fast intoxicated from rush of desire speeding around his body, his legs came to rest on the bed parted by Franco's body who now leaned forward and gently bit on Stefan's lower lip tugging at him to open his mouth. Stefan slipped one hand behind Franco's neck and pulled him forward sinking his tongue in to Franco's mouth kissing him with more urgency than ever, his other hand moving around Franco's back. Franco leaned further forward pushing Stefan's legs up and around his hips. Franco stopped kissing and looked him in the eye "You know I am poz?" Stefan said looking up at him. "Yes" Franco replied positioning himself in to a perfect missionary position poised to connect their bodies and make love. Stefan struggled to push Franco up "Wait, there are condoms in the bedside draw" he said pinned under Franco. Franco looked at him "No, I want to do this properly with you" he whispered seductively kissing him again. Stefan could feel Franco's hefty piece of meat against his hole from the gentle movements Franco's hips now gesturing as his hole, gradually he was pulling his hips away and Stefan felt his cock moving. He was under no illusion that Franco was about to fuck him feeling the cock working downwards, the head was now rubbing and pressing just above his hole. He knew this was going to hurt somewhat but he still pulled Franco forward and kissed him as he felt Franco's cock finally pressing harder it slipped down a few millimetres and penetrate in to his ass swiftly. Stefan's hands gripped Franco by the shoulders partly in shock but also struggling to take his Latino cock knowing that only the head had penetrated him, he moaned and gasped catching his breath and found himself looking up in to the eyes that stared back at him. Franco slowed and showed consideration letting his cock rest and allowing Stefan to adjust, kissing his neck and moving around to his ear lobe he nibbled tantalisingly then 'Do you want me Stefan?' he whispered to him moving back towards Stefan mouth 'Of course I do' he answered arching his back feeling the cock pushing deeper in to his body, his mouth attached again to Franco's his moaning increased taking more of Franco's cock and kissing him back matching the vigour Franco was showing. Stefan found a new submissive side that would only ever surface with Franco, he relaxed wanting him to make love to him as the thrusts came slow and hard to start with allowing them both enjoy the sexual freedom and intimacy together. Franco's pent up desire for Stefan played out over the course of an hour, he quickly learnt how to control his orgasm holding his cock inside with just enough hip movement, several times nearly tipping over the edge, his body telling him to do it and his head and heart wanted to enjoy and savour this moment. His arms wrapped around Stefan's head and neck holding him close kissing him on the mouth, face and neck keeping themselves close to each other. Franco looked into Stefan's ice blue eyes even more turned on, he kissed him harder tongues twining, lips pressing and sliding. Chest to chest Franco could feel Stefan's erection against his stomach his own cock caressing deep inside Stefan's ass, he made small pleading noises in his throat. Franco began a steady rhythm of gentle rapid thrusts his mouth left to kiss and suck and nip at Stefan's neck but again his eyes were drawn to Stefan's that seemed to be smiling up at him. Stefan touched and teased, caressed and stroked until Franco's breaths came long and deep, each one an almost-moan of pleasure. Their lips pressed together and Franco felt his body go in to a transient state, pushing his hips down hard 'yes' Stefan moaned feeling the beginnings of Franco's orgasm. The moaning and grunting came from deep in his body, he felt the force of his seed being fired from his cock collapsing on top of Stefan his body quivering and jolting as each load left his cock passing in to Stefan's body. Stefan grasped tighter as Franco collapsed on top of him, feeling a whole new world of enjoyment had just opened up and having not just sex but someone who really wanted to make love to him and share the experience. His cock subjected to the constant massaging by Franco's stomach climaxed ejecting his seed between their stomachs. His body starved of this kind of affection woke and responding to gentle post orgasm thrusts from Franco his legs and arms clamped lovingly around Franco's body never wanting to let him go. Franco breathed heavily against his ear, neither of them spoke laying there in the after glow dozing from tiredness. His legs unfurled from around Franco's body falling into a slumber, his ass half full of Franco's still erect cock. Franco kissed Stefan's ear and neck fully relaxed and very happy straining to keep his eyes open, finally his eyelids lowered, his lips pressed up against Stefan's neck falling asleep as he kissed him. The lightning flashed brilliantly through the room followed by aloud clap of thunder waking them both. Stefan turned his head to face Franco who was running his hand through Stefan's short hair toying with it and stroking the side of his face. Stefan leaned forward and pressed his lips against Franco's kissing gently. "We fell asleep" Stefan said caressing Franco's back giggling. Franco gently extracted his cock from Stefan's ass "That was amazing" he said rolling on to his back. "You don't need to tell me Franco, no one has ever made love to me like that" Stefan replied looking at him. Franco smiled at him "So you want to do this again?" he asked stroking Stefan's chest. Stefan chuckled "Oh yes definitely, but not tonight my ass is a little sore from the surprise" he leaned forward and kissed Franco. Franco was drawn back to the ice blue eyes and realisation washed over him that he was really falling in love with Stefan. He found it a little embarrassing and rolled on to his opposite side, Stefan turned off the bedside light and pulled the sheet up as another flash of lightning filled the room, he cuddled up to Franco wrapping his arm over him and parking his cock between Franco's ass cheeks. Both quickly feel asleep their bodies touching as close as they could spending their first night together as new lovers. Javier was up early having had a restless night thanks largely to the storm that lasted several hours before finally moving off. Adept at making coffee now he put on the drip filter and went to sit outside watching the first rays of sun filtering through the trees, wondering how he was going to explain to Ben and Mark that he was going to the beach without them. He would be meeting Pedro at midday on the corner of St Pierre and St Cloud but felt devious if he didn't tell them since they had opened up their home to him. He stood and walked back in to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee and retrieved his phone from the sofa where he left it the previous day. He sat down again outside his thoughts interrupted when Mark appeared on the terrace. "Morning Javy" Mark said sitting opposite Javier. Javier stood up "Morning I made coffee do you want one?" he asked Mark. "Thanks yes please. What is on your mind Javy" he called out to Javier. "What makes you think that?" Javier called back from the kitchen. "You were sat out here thinking Javy" Mark replied turning his head to look at him. Jacker walked back from the kitchen "I have to go out at midday" he said handing the mug to Mark. Mark raised an eyebrow "Don't keep secrets Javy it is not how we live" he replied. Javier sat down "But if I tell you I don't want a big deal" he looked pleadingly at Mark. "Go on" Mark said sipping his coffee "but I probably all ready know" he smiled looking at Javier. "Did he say something?" Javier asked looking a little shocked. Mark chuckled "Maybe" he paused "I was asked if he could take you out today". Javier looked down at his mug "So much for privacy" he said turning the mug in his hand. Mark smiled "Javy we won't get involved but for what it's worth he confessed to liking you" he said. Javier laughed "Hold on we don't even know each other" he said cheering up. "Just be yourself Javy and don't be afraid to be open and honest with him" Mark said reassuringly. Javier smiled "We kissed yesterday" he said waiting for Mark to respond who just looked and smiled "How was it with you and Ben?" he asked. Mark smiled and touched Javier's hand "You know Ben was so scared of getting involved with me at first" he said fondly remembering. Javier looked up surprised "Really?". Mark nodded "He hadn't really come out and when I first saw him at the party I just fell in love and wanted him badly". "Was he easy?" Javier asked giggling as Mark burst out laughing. "Far from it. Took several dates and one snow storm before anything happened" Mark said finishing his coffee. Javier smiled "He did alright for himself though" he said referring to the house. Mark chuckled "He had no idea who I was, he thought I was just Angelo's friend and assistant at work". Javier looked thoughtful at him "Did you... I mean did you just not tell him about you?" he asked. Mark shook his head "Partly, Angelo was my escape from reality, I could just be Mark, hidden away". "You mean out of sight out of mind" Javier said in a understanding manner. Mark smiled "Exactly, Angelo keeps me grounded. But marrying Ben has changed all that and I knew it would". Javier laughed "Did he freak out when you told him?" Javier asked Mark laughed "I didn't, it came out at Thanksgiving his step fathers sisters did that and he called me to ask. I guess it was more shock". "So what did you do?" Javier asked keen to find out as he knew Ben's step aunties and what they were like. Mark chuckled "Drove round to his house and proposed to him there and then" he sighed "it was a massive gamble but it paid off". Javier smiled "Well it would do, he totally adores you. You know he hates people buying him things". "That I know to well, my father keeps spoiling him rotten, the BMW outside" Mark said "I told him not to". "Yes but I can see how much your parents love him" Javier said in a knowing way to Mark. Mark smiled "They love him like a son and it is more than I could hope for. They really like you as well" he said. Javier half smiled "They do?" he asked "probably out of pity" he suggested. "Not at all Javy, you are Ben's friend from Harrison that is all they know" Mark said. "Pedro seems to like working at Liongate" Javier said and was about to ask a question before Mark stopped him. "And I am not going to tell you about him, that you have to discover with him" Mark said closing the subject. Javier looked down at his mug "What if it doesn't work out though are people going to hate me?". Mark held his hand "No Javy you just need to be ready and go in open minded and open hearted". Javier stood up "More coffee?" he asked grabbing Mark's mug who nodded and waited for him to return. "Thanks" Mark said as Javier sat down again "My mother has suspected something yesterday was happening". Javier looked at him worried "Oh" was all he could say. "Don't worry she is all for this to happen" Mark's words stated clearly. Javier sighed "So if things don't work I upset your mother as well as Pedro. Flipping great". Mark laughed "Don't be silly, promise you will talk to me if you have any doubts Javy?". Javier nodded as Ben entered the kitchen clanking around pouring a coffee "Does Ben know?" he asked quietly. Mark nodded "Yes, but he won't say anything to you until you are ready". True to Mark's word Ben didn't mention anything about Pedro all morning or even asked questions when Ben came downstairs with a beach towel, the both said for him to have a nice afternoon as Javier left the house and walked up to the corner of the street. Pedro pulled up in his car and smiled when Javier got inside for the short drive down to the beach. Finding a good spot not to far from the waters edge the beach was pretty busy for a Sunday, quickly they dove in to the sea and swum around before returning to the beach. Pedro laid on his back with his hands behind his back enjoying the sun, Javier laid next to him on his stomach propped up by his elbows whilst his hands played with the sand, quietly by completely content in Pedro's company. They chatted away occasionally glancing at each other until Javier sat up on his knees complaining he was getting to much sun on his back, Pedro reached in to his ruck sack and pulled some high factor sun cream out and looked at Javier 'Can I' he asked. Javier looked around shyly and turned his back to face Pedro, squirting some cream in to his hands he began at Javier's shoulders gently rubbing the cream in with short strokes deliberately taking his time. "You have to be careful out here the sun is quite strong on the beach" Pedro said rubbing lower on Javier's back. Javier was enjoying it way to much "Yeah, thankfully your here to look after me" he replied then moaned quietly. Pedro chuckled "Are you enjoying this?" he asked as his hands slipped lower down his back. Javier nodded "You have a very gentle touch" he replied allowing his neck to drop backwards looking up at the sun. Pedro inched closer rubbing cream on Javier's neck "You are very sexy Javier" he said putting the top on the bottle. Javier turned his head realising Pedro had finished "I am?" he asked surprisingly. Pedro smiled and leaned forward kissing Javier on the lips "Yes" he said seeing Javier smile. Javier still felt the tingle on his lips "Maybe but not as sexy as you" he said mildly embarrassed laying down. Pedro laid back down and his right hand and fingers sought Javier's left hand and closed around it, he turned to his head to face Javier and smiled seeing his closed eyes and smile etched on his face feeling Javier's thumb rubbing the back of his hand. They laid there quietly both very happy, Javier's thoughts returned to debating if he could actually live here and what would his parents think about him moving to the other side of the country. One thing he did know was that the man who laid beside him holding his hands was stealing his heart so much that he wanted to kiss and hold him. His decision was already made and heart ruled over his head knowing he would make things work and had to think what he wanted not what his family perceived him to need. Javier turned on to his stomach to hide his erection from his thoughts that were beginning to stray in to the erotic realm, strange that he had never had these kind of thoughts about Brad he thought to himself. He woke a lightly started from some loud laughing not far from him on the beach, he had no idea how long he had been asleep but he found Pedro laying on his side looking at him smiling. "What?" Javier asked trying to get his bearings. "You were dreaming" Pedro replied stroking Javier's back. Javier chuckled "Did I snore or talk in my sleep?" he asked without any real concern. "Muttering but I couldn't work out if you were saying my name" Pedro said looking him in the eyes. Javier smiled somewhat shocked by this revelation "Maybe my feelings for you go way deeper than I realise". Pedro raised an eyebrow and rubbed Javier's shoulder "I hope they do". Javier leaned up and smiled at how sexy Pedro looked right now "They do". Javier moved closer and kissed Pedro on the lips quickly then smiled "Swim?". Pedro nodded jumping up and held a hand out to Javier helping him get up, they ran down to the sea and dived in. Javier swam to the shore and sat in the surf watching Pedro swimming before he swam over and joined Javier sitting in the surf. "Your spikes have all gone" Pedro said laughing and running his hand over Javier's hair. Javier shook his head "Do you like them then I was going to get my hair cut" he replied. Pedro caressed Javier's ear "Don't do that I like your spikes especially the longer ones running here". Javier laughed "My mohawk?" he asked "my parents hate it and keep threatening to cut it when I am asleep". Pedro smiled "I like it and it suits you, kind of makes you look a little rebellious" he said. "Rebellious!" Javier said giggling "there is nothing rebellious about me" he play punched Pedro on the leg. "No I can see that, but it will come in handy" Pedro replied standing up kicking water at Javier. Javier grinned "Handy for what?" he asked curious to find out what he meant. Pedro chuckled and looked at him "To hold on to and stop you getting away when I fuck you good and hard". Javier giggled and splashed water at him "Who said you were going to fuck me?" he teased looking up at him. Pedro held out his hand to pull Javier up "Well you will have to become my boyfriend first". Javier shook his head smiling as they walked back towards their towels on the beach. Pedro glanced at him a couple of times, he had never felt so close to anyone like this before and he knew Javier had turned his world upside down for all the right reasons. He was still holding back as the real threat of Javier leaving was still in the back of his mind, he didn't want to lay everything out in the open only to have it taken back shattered when Javier left. Javier stood waiting at the car putting his trainers on and watching Pedro wash and dry his feet removing the sand. He eyes were almost permanently fixed on Pedro and he just loved that he was able to watch him like this without any judgement. Pedro walked up to the car checking his phone and smiling at the message he was reading. "Ben and Mark have asked if we want to go out for dinner" Pedro said climbing in the drivers seat. Javier smiled "Does that make it our second date then already then?" he replied putting his seat belt on. Pedro looked at him "Are we dating then?" he asked waiting for Javier's response with anticipation. Javier looked at the beach in silence there was no doubt in his head "How do we do this?" he asked him. Pedro looked at Javier "I don't know Javier, I can't tell you what to do you have to decide". "I have to sort a lot of things out" Javier replied nervously at the decision he had already made. Pedro nodded and started the car "I think you know how I feel" he said fumbling around the steering wheel. Javier put his hand on Pedro's to stop him "I want to be your boyfriend" he said looking at Pedro. Pedro sighed and put his head on the steering wheel "Please don't do this unless you are serious". Javier stroked Pedro's arm "I want to stay here and be with you" he finally said it and felt the weight lifting. Pedro turned his head to look at him "What, how, when did you decide?" he asked confused. "Being with you on the beach today" Javier replied unsure what to say. Pedro sat back in his seat "Are you sure about living here?" he asked and saw Javier nodding. "Definitely. I felt something I can't describe on Friday evening when I first saw you" Javier replied. Pedro looked at him "I thought it was just me" he said smiling "You were so cute and shy". Javier looked at the beach scene and smiled "So are we going to dinner as boyfriends?". "Yes" Pedro replied straight away "hell yes" he said again. Pedro looked at Javier and pressed his lips firmly against Javier's their lips parting slightly at the pressure each exerted against the other holding short on going full on. Pedro kissed Javier again then putting the car in gear he reversed out of the parking lot and drive up through Palisades to Bel Air. Javier slightly in shock and concerned how he was going to break the news to his family, his other thought was this evening where he would be going out for dinner with his boyfriend, he grinned and smiled all the way back the Mark and Ben's house very content and excited with his decision. Pedro dropped Javier off and went home to Liongate to shower and change. Javier dressed and hair spiked walked in to his bedroom to find ben sitting on the bed looking at him with his head cocked to one side. "Shit Ben, how long have you been there?" Javier asked after the initial shock of seeing him. Ben laughed "Not long, are you going to tell me what's going on?" he asked. Javier sat down next to him "You tell me, I have no idea what I am doing" he replied nervously. Ben smiled and looked at him "Pedro's happened that's what" he said "or am I wrong?". Javier shrugged his shoulders "I can't stop looking thinking about him, we had a such a nice afternoon". Ben laid back on the bed "Is it serious, I mean is it life changing?" he asked. Javier laid back next to Ben "Is it silly to say that I think I am in love?" he said turning to face Ben. "It's a start I guess" Ben said pushing Javier with his shoulder "What about home?" he asked going all serious. Javier sat up "I have to sort that out and how I will live" Ben stopped him. "We already told you, you can live here this house has plenty of rooms" Ben said shutting the conversation down. Javier laid back down "I don't want to be in anyone's debt Ben or seek charity". It was Ben's turn to sit up "It's not like that, you have been a close friend to Ethan and me for years". "I know but" Javier was about to say but Ben stopped him again. "No further discussion Javy. You will have to appreciate it like I had to and you know me" Ben laughed. Javier turned to face him "Did it really shock you? I mean you haven't changed just nicer clothes" he asked. Ben chuckled "Fucking cheek! It did surprise me but I fell for the Mark who pestered me at the party". "Anyway I won't have that problem since we both don't have any money" Javier said laughing. Ben smiled but remained quiet and looked at Javier "What are you going to do for a job?" he eventually asked. Javier sat up and finished dressing "Don't know might do swimming pools until I find something" he replied. Ben stood up "Well you know what your doing there, you can start with ours" he laughed "10 minutes downstairs" he said. Javier nodded "Okay I will be ready" he replied watching Ben leave. Ben walked in to the master suite "Mark you ready?" he asked. "Yes" he called out coming out of the dressing room "What's the matter?" he asked looking at Ben's pensive face. Ben looked up "Oh yeah" he closed the door "You need to tell Pedro to be open with Javy about money" he said. Mark nodded "Why so concerned?" he asked "Ah, has he decided to move here?" Ben nodded. "He needs to tell him before it gets serious, Javy might react totally differently to how I did" Ben said. Mark smiled "I agree, is he hung up on money?" he asked putting his shoes on. "No far from it, his family are well off but he and Juan have always been taught earn things" Ben replied. Mark chuckled "Were all you of you brought up the same way in Harrison?" he asked standing up. Ben laughed "Why are we all the same?" he asked. Mark came over and kissed him "No but you all insist on working, that's partly why my father adores you". Ben chuckled "And there was me thinking he liked me because I was doing you" he said and Mark laughed. "In case you hadn't figured it out, that's why he is distant with Selina's husband" Mark said taking Ben's hand. Ben looked up at him "But I thought he worked?" he asked confusingly. Mark nodded and opened the bedroom door "Yes but he also expects things handed on a silver plate". "Did I behave like that at first or now?" Ben asked stopping out of concern. He shook his head "Never and no, my parents saw it as a project to try and get you to accept a gift" he laughed. Ben smiled "The BMW" he said. Mark nodded "But they were over the moon that you finally accepted a gift without question". "Hmmm. I figured there was not point refusing as I know how stubborn you are and your mother warned me" Ben said. Mark kissed him again "Yeah at least your learning" he chuckled "It will get worse as they love you very much". Ben held Mark's hand as they walked down the stairs to meet Javier, he knew that Mark wasn't joking about his parents but then he had also grown very close to them and they treated him like an equal with their own son. He also knew that Pedro had enough money now to leave and do his own thing and live very comfortably but his loyalty to the Davenports and the love they showed him meant he would never leave them. He loved his life as it was safe and secure something he never had growing up and he owed the family everything. They met Javier in the front entrance as the limo pulled up with Pedro already inside, they headed to Chateau Mamont for dinner as a special evening for Javier. Pedro seemed to be alive and very relaxed, easily holding his own at dinner but then he knew etiquette inside out and took great pleasure teaching Javier when they stopped looking in to each others eyes. Something that Ben and Mark picked up very quickly at the start of dinner, then Javier confirmed he wanted to stay in LA and see how things work out with Pedro. Mark was overjoyed hearing the news from him although he already knew, he looked at Pedro and Javier and told them that tomorrow that they should let his parents know. Javier suggested they do it in the evening since he had been invited by Mark's father to watch a soccer game. Pedro knew Mark well enough to know that by the look he gave that his parents already knew something was happening and they were okay with it. Javier kissed Pedro goodnight as he got out of the limo, his head buzzing from the evening and having seen so many famous people at the restaurant but it took him time to understand that actually the other people were more interested in their table. He sent a brief text to Juan telling him he was going to move to LA and had found and incredible person that he was head over heels for. Naturally Juan's text back was to the point saying he wanted to meet him before he moved and make sure he was suitable. Javier sat on the bed tearing up at how his brother still loved and wanted to protect him. But he knew doing this via his brother would make it all the more easier as he would say something to their parents paving the way. Javier got undressed, cleaned his teeth and climbed in to bed he wondered laying there looking up if he had made the right decision. The more he thought about it he began to comprehend that Harrison held nothing there for him apart from family and a dull job, but at least here he would have someone to love and a better lifestyle without having to be in the throws of a city like NY. Satisfied he slept a lot easier and his mind only thinking about nicer happier thoughts he had the strangest dream... He was walking through Liongate and down towards the pool area early in the morning, Pedro had finished exercising on the lawn and stretched up toward the sky, he turned to catch his eye, Javier knew something was about to begin, and it would be different. It would be dangerous and safe and sweet all at once, as only Pedro could make it. Pedro had that seductive look, that deceptively cool challenge that was his version of come-hither. A call that seemed to scare Javier just a little bit, a call he couldn’t, would never want to resist. The one outward sign of the heat Javier knew lay just on the other side of Pedro's eyes was his white teeth and sweet pink tongue sliding over his lower lip. Pedro came closer, stopped a long two strides outside Javier's reach. An outrageously, but oh-so-sweetly cruel distance, so sensual Javier's breath flooded away and left him open-mouthed and gasping. All this before even a touch. Javier rose and moved forward locked into Pedro's deep warm brown eyes, relieved and even more turned on to see that secret smile hiding behind them. Pedro gathered up Javier's spikey hair, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled Javier closer. It seemed familiar as if Pedro had done just that very thing the first time they made love, years ago. Now, as then, it swept Javier into passion he would have been hard pressed to control. They kissed, inched closer, kissed harder—tongues twining, lips pressing and sliding. Chest to chest, their hard cocks pressed together and strained against the clothing that separated them. Mouths still locked together, Javier made small, pleading noises as his lust rose and circulated through the very fibre of his being his body shaking and jolting in his unconscious state. He sat bolt upright feeling the warm liquid running down his naval, panting and breathing heavily he was still aroused by his wet dream. He took a swig of water from the bottle by his bed and walked in to the shower room and doused himself with cold water. Any doubts he had about wanting no needing Pedro were firmly diminished, he was sure the dream was a glimpse into his future and clearly Pedro was about to be part of it.

Grindr jackpot. I left work early since I had a meeting in Waikiki. Beautiful day in the islands. My ass was ready to enjoy the glory holes at the theater there. The one and only decent glory hole action on the island. Earlier at work, I was message by a profile. A hot local poly mix guy who seemed interested in me. He really wanted to “use my ass.” I chatted with him but didn’t really expect anything. He was 9 miles away and didn’t think it was going to cum over. I told him I would get off at 6. The picture of his dock looked like a thick one. “Are you clean?” I replied yes. “Can I cum in your ass?” Of course. My first load was a young Asian, small but did the job in fucking my hole and dumping a good size load. I easily milked his cock though the hole. My Grindr showed that my poly mix guy was near. I rush home and lied that I needed time to freshen up. I met him at my place and took him. Fucken cute and hunky muscled guy in his late 20’s. We strip and what I thought was maybe 7 thick was more like 9 1/2 thick. I could not get it all the way in my mouth. I tried and slobber over it. After a short bj to get it wet, he tells me to get on bed. Then it began and lasted way too long. At first I though it would start to feel better but it didn’t. It was so thick it was burning my hole. More lube and spit did not help. More poppers did not help. WTF I’m a pig and that did not help. And he was relentless, pinning me down and using my hole. Punching it and pulling it with his raw dick. I was being rape and could not take it. It was burning me. I thought I was being ripped. I thought I had to pee and cum at the same time. I tried to adjust but he whispered, “lay flat on the bed.” He kept using my hole what felt like eternity. I really had to go to a mental “happy place.” He smashed my face into the pillow. The guy obviously done this before and finally was about to cum. I used my last strength of ass muscle control to clench down and milk him while came. This set him in a giant roar as his flooded and bred my cunt with his fuck seed, making sure he planted his dna deep and bruising my prostrate. He used and fucked me so long. My hole was not itself and was gapping like I was just gangbanged. He left and it was the first time in years that I walked funny. Fuck I want that again.

He leans me back onto the mattress, lays me across it and stands back up, towering over me, his huge hard cock dripping pre cum, the ropy muscles of his legs framing that beautiful shaft, calling to me. I sit up to my knees, eyes locked on his, my mouth opening again to his cock as I slowly suck him inside me, my tongue hungrily lapping at his sweet pre cum, swirling it around my mouth, my spit mixed with it, charged with the power he has over me now. My eyes slip closed, tasting the fullness of him, his hardness. Savoring his sticky cum in me. His hands gently stroking my skull. I can hear myself moan with my hunger. Feel the pre cum dripping from my cock. And his fingers are running over my face now, slick with my pre cum, spreading it on my lips as he pushes me off his cock and I open my eyes to him as his sticky sweet fingers slide into my mouth and I’m sucking them clean, god I want more, more and more and more of him inside me. “Smoke, boy?” His voice as much low growl as whisper. “Yes, please, more. Yessss.” The pipe is already in his hands and he’s striking the match and pulling a long slow hit into his mouth, pulling me up to him and kissing me so softly and then suddenly so hungry as he blows the thick white smoke into me. We pass it back and forth, and then he hits the pipe again and then again and again. We pass the Tina between us, tying us together, wrapping us in the tangle of the smoke. He’s holding me tight against him, our cocks sliding over each other. My mouth full of the lingering taste of the Tina and his spit mixed with mine. Every inch of my skin alive with my need. Straining to open to him. To surrender. My hands are wandering over his thick chest, stroking the hairs around his hard nipples. So gently stroking him, tracing the outline of the biohazard tattoo, and I’m drawn to it, running the tip of my tongue over the rough raised lines of it. The smell of his sweat filling me. “Mmm, that’s so good boy,” his hands running over me slowly, his touch light, soft. Caressing me, running his fingernails over my ass, spreading me apart, just slightly as his fingers brush the edge of my hole. My whole body shivering with his touch. I hear the animalistic moan coming from deep in my throat, my whole being in that sound, so hungry and so complete in his arms. My mouth finds his nipple and pulls it out with my teeth, tugging lightly on it, tracing it with my tongue, and then dragging my spit soaked lips across his hairy chest to the other side, taking him into my mouth as his hands guide me further around his hard pec and his sweat is so strong, filling my nostrils from his armpit, guiding my hungry mouth to the thick, soaked hairs there, his smell so very goddamn strong, so lovely, surrounding me, my tongue drinking him in, devouring his pungent taste, my god. so, so good. His hands press me gently back into the mattress. I fall back, staring up at the massiveness of him over me, at his thick veiny cock standing straight out, ropy pre cum dripping down at me, at his eyes, twin black irises pinning me to the ground, so full of our hunger, so free with the Tina we’ve smoked and so hard. So very, very hard. I want that cock in me. I want him to impale me with his cock, to split me open. I’m so fucking hungry I can’t speak. I can hear sounds coming from me, ragged breaths, guttural moans and hunger. Pure hunger. “Good boy.” He growls. “Such a hungry boy. Such a hunger.” He’s kneeling onto the mattress now, his hands caressing my knees, pushing me apart to him. “Let’s open you up to it.” His hands spread my legs apart, stroking the wet sweaty insides of my thighs gently open as his fingers push my ass open to him. My god, my hole is so hungry. Twitching. So. Fucking. Hungry. The world falls away again as he so gently blows across my hole, and my eyes roll up in my head as I arch myself more open to him, the sound escaping from my throat an animal moan, everything right there in it, lost in it. I’m struggling to get a word out between moans and my ragged desperate breaths. One word that is everything as he keeps blowing across my hole. One word that will free me. yes. Urgently, as his fingers are caressing me between my hole and my cock, and then his tongue is tracing that incredible line, slowly tracing its way back from the base of my shaft up to my hole, his spit dripping across me, his tongue gently, lovingly rimming me. And then he’s pressing himself inside me, pushing his tongue into me, I’m so hungry with him there, every inch of me on fire. I hear myself laughing, moaning, and then, tears, as his tongue is probing me, opening me up to him. Oh jesus yes take me open me fill me split me open fuckkkkkk meeeeeeee

Part 2: The Parade of Men After he walked out another gentleman stepped in and locked the door behind him. He sat on the bench and took out his cock. It was bigger and thicker than the previous guy and I couldn't wait to worship it. This guy was probably late 40's, a slight belly, and some grey to his hair. Absolutely perfection. He made me beg to suck his cock and I had to beg loud enough for anyone to hear. This was to let everyone know that there was a willing bottom in the building. I heard some laughter nearby so I assumed the laughter was intended for me. He then asked how old I was because I didn't look 21. I admitted I was 18 and a wicked smile came across his face. He then grabbed me by the back of the head and forced his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged but loved it. He fucked my throat hard barely allowing me to breathe. He told me to inhale the poppers and I wouldn't care about breathing. My attention would be instead focused on his throat fucking. After several hits of poppers I was solely focused on him fucking my throat. After several minutes or whatever it was he had me stand up and turn around in front of him. He grabbed me by my shoulders and with force pulled me down onto his cock. I screamed in pain but he didn't care. It felt like his cock just ripped my ass apart. He held me in place and told me to take several long hits of the poppers. After what felt like eternity the pain subsided and I started bouncing up and down on his cock. He kept me inhaling the poppers every couple of minutes and before long I forgot where I was. I was moaning loudly and he didn't try to stifle my moaning. He was marking me and we both knew it. After a while my legs were getting sore so we got on the floor with me on all fours facing the glory hole. He rammed his cock back in and with my mouth open in pain another cock slid through the hole directly into my mouth. Wow spit roasted. I must be in heaven. The hole cock was maybe 6 inches but I had fun with it. Before long the gentleman in my ass picked up his pace and I felt it. His cum coating the walls of my ass. God it felt great. He pumped about ten huge shots of cum in my ass. The guy I was sucking didn't last much longer and I felt his balls tighten and his cock swell and he erupted down my throat. He didn't have much cum so I swallowed his load in one gulp. After that guy finished the gentleman in my ass pulled out and turned me around to clean his cock. I noticed some pink on his cock and he must've read my mind. He said it was blood from my ass and chances were he impregnated me with his dirty load. Hearing that made me cum for some reason. I cleaned his cock up and before long he was hard again. But instead of giving me another load right now to call him after I left the bookstore. I didn't have his number but I soon discovered he had somehow placed his number in my pants. He said that I would be at the bookstore a while and this would give him time to get some rest. He gave me a long deep passionate kiss and I didn't want to see him go. He ordered me back on my knees and as he walked out he hollered out Next. And in walks a man who I knew and crushed over for years.

At 7 1/2”+ my dick is big, not huge, and I have a big, mushroom head that swells up red and hard before I cum. I never had a problem with any one saying “No, too big.” My frustrations are (and believe me I am NOT complaining! about having a big dick!) 1. If there is dirt, I’ll find it. Maybe it is the suction that pulls it out? Idk how many times a guy has said, “I cleaned. Where did that come from?”. Worse, I have a current and likely soon to be ex fuck bud who winds up with a shit slurry from me churning left over water and poo. It is worst case in my opinion. I have told a few potential fuck dates it has to be either completely thorough or NO water assisted cleaning. I am getting to where I do not like fucking watery hole because of how it feels and what it leads to. 2. I am laregly blow job averse because 3/4 ‘s of guys who suck my dick start out ok, then decide to ‘go for it’ and swallow me all the way. My dick is straight. Most mouths go to the back of the throat and take a 90 degree turn south. OUCH It fucking hurts being crammed in and bent. It amazes me how many self described “service oriented” cocksuckers will get my cock in his mouth, choke himself on it, than start masturbating himself!! As it is, I want to cum deep in ass, which is soft, velvet, gentle. Mouths have teeth, jaws that clamp down, and throats that take a turn and hurt my dick. More than once blowjobs have killed my abilty to enjoy a subsequent fuck, by killing the sensitivity and adding pain where it does not belong. I have a little dude I fuck semi-retular. He is like 5-4. God, he turns me on. Not only can I really hold him in my arms, but my bare dick goes in him, fills him up, and hits bottom. When I blow my load in him, it is surely deep,deep in his gut. . I imagine huge dick guys enjoy that regularly, even if they encounter some who cant accomodate them.

I told myself I would just look, I always tell myself that. It was Friday night and I was online. Barebackrt always manages to get me in trouble and just when I was starting to be good again. I sorted through several messages and prospected fucks before coming across one that looked promising. The guy was a little bigger, but not fat, and he had a huge, thick cock. In his message, he asked me if I wanted to come play with him and a friend. He said they would get me high on g and t and fuck me all night. I had promised myself that I wouldn't party anymore, especially not a few days before class and since I had a loving (and in his mind), monogamous boyfriend now. We continued to exchange messages and eventually my slutty side won out when he mentioned how much he wanted me to be a whore and to watch me take several guys' raw cocks and cum. I was on my way to his apartment within minutes. I arrived at his apartment just as the other guy (his friend who he had mentioned) was leaving. I was a little disappointed as this guy was hot but by this point I was in slut mode and just wanted to get high and take dick. I immediately took off my clothes (the guy told me later what a turn on this was for him) and took some g. We started smoking a little while the guy (William) played with my hardening dick and told me what a slut he wanted me to be. This, along with the drugs, made me horny enough to try to ride his thick, 8.5" dick. It took some work but I managed to ride him while he lay on his back. He eventually lifted me up and fucked me doggy (my favorite) while taking breaks to message other guy's online with invitations to use my ass. I wont lie, his dick was painful to take, but it was a good pain and I was in heat. His phone rang and he stopped fucking me to answer it. He hung up and said "A guy is here to fuck you, put your ass in the air and get ready for him." I did as I was told, positioning my self so my ass was in the air facing the door. The guy came in, undressed, and immediately slid his raw dick in my ass. His was definitely easier to take and I was glad I had been stretched out a bit before. The guy wasn't exactly attractive, but he was passing and he had a decent dick that he fucked me with so I was happy. While he pumped away, William watched and told me what a good slut I was. He started taking pictures which really turned me on. The current top pushed me down from my knees so I was laying face down on the bed. He held my face down and fucked me hard, whispering in my ear "I'm going to breed your ass." He started fucking faster and I could feel his balls, thick with cum now, slapping against my ass. He told me he was going to breed me and William urged him on, "Breed his ass." He shot his load up me with a grunt, my first one of the night. He got dressed and left with a thank you and a slap on the ass. William's phone buzzed and he told me that the next guy was already here, "get back in position." I did as I was told again, but this time I had a load in me. The next guy was hot. He was from the Midwest with blond hair, a hot, worked out body, and a nicely sized dick. He took off his clothes and walked over to admired my loaded ass. "He just took a load before you got here," William told him. "Nice," he said as he teased my wet hole with his finger. He slid his ass up my cum-filled hole; his dick felt amazing. It was the perfect size. I moaned like a little bitch as he started fucking me, rhythmically pushing his dick in and out. While he fucked me doggy on the bed I reached around to grab his muscled arms, pushing into his cock as he fucked me. He slid out of me and William immediately shoved his thick cock in, it still hurt but I took it anyway with a slight gasp which quickly turned into moans as he pounded my hole. As he fucked me I noticed that there were 2 other guys in the room now as well, getting undressed. William slid out of me and I moved my ass back into position for the next guy. He was a hot, straight-acting, surfer guy with an amazing dick and this, low-hanging balls. His chest was smooth and tight. He fucked slid his cock in my wet hole and began fucking me like the others. The guy from the Midwest positioned his cock in front of me and I sucked on it while taking the other guy's dick. The surfer guy turned me over and fucked me with my legs in the air and over his shoulders. I wanted to kiss him so bad but he turned away when I tried. I reached down and felt his smooth balls slapping against my ass and his raw dick pumping in and out of my slutty hole. He grabbed my feet and spread my legs in the air as he fucked me, hold my feet. I looked down at his amazing dick fucking my hole. So fucking, hot. I wanted his hot ball sac to unload up me so badly. The second guy to come in started fucking Midwestern guy on the bed next to me. I love getting fucked while listening to another bottom moan next to me. Such a fucking turn on. William continued taking pictures and telling the other guys to fuck me. He told the surfer guy to breed me. He started fucking me more intensely, throwing me over so I was flat on my stomach again and shot his load up my cunt. My second load, I couldn't be happier. He lay on top of me as his balls unloaded into my ass, I reached back and felt them pulse. My ass was definitely wet now. Watching me get bred got the top who had been fucking Midwestern guy really horny, he pulled out and came over to shove his cock in my warm, wet hole. He had a long, curved dick and he fucked hard and fast. My ass must have felt great with the warm cum in it because he came within a couple of minutes. He shot a huge load and I could feel cum leaking out and down my balls as he pulled out. Midwestern guy was up next, he had me lay on my back with my legs in the air as he admired my cum-drenched hole. He slowly teased his hole with his dick, pushing it in and out of the opening to my hole gently. I moaned with pleasure and he rammed his dick in hard, pounding away at my hole. I could feel the cum running down and out of my ass as he fucked me. I reached down to feel his shaft which was slick with thick cum. He pumped me hard for several minutes as I moaned and told him how good his dick felt. I will admit, his felt the best by far. He finally shot his load in me, adding up to a total of 4. William gave me the last load and for once, with all the cum in me, his dick barely hurt at all. He had a huge load for me too. After that, everyone started picking up to leave and I decided to head back home too. My ass was full of cum as I sat down at my computer once I got home and logged onto Barebackrt.

15 minutes from where I live in Amsterdam there’s this refugee centre with a small park behind it. Monday I decided to go there and see if there were some refugee guys hanging. I saw one guy smoking and I decided to say hi and we started talking a little, I could barely understand him though. A few minutes later I told him I would suck his dick if he wanted me to, something he did understand I saw he was hesitated so I walked to a more private space and sat down on my knees. He came up to me and I unzipped his pants. His dick was thick and hairy. I started deep throating him right away. I could tell he was looking around him to make sure no one would walk in, but at the same time I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and started throatfucking me hard and rough. He kept moaning louder and louder getting ready to cum but then I stopped, turned over and put down my pants. I was wearing a pink jockstrap and bend over to show him my my smooth pink hole. No hesitation this time, he sat down on his knees and started fucking my ass. I already had taken 2 loads earlier that day from a regular so my hole was nice and loose. He started fucking me super hard and rough right away. I tried not to moan as loud as I usually do. I think in less than a minute he shot his load in me. He pulled out and I told him “Thank you.” he laughed and said he had to go back inside. I gave him my number and tried telling him that if he wanted to unload or use a slut all he had to do was hit me up and I’d be on my way. Not sure if he understood me though, lol. But we’ll see! I walked in the park for another 20 minutes trying to get more cock but it didn’t happen, there was only one other guy texting on his phone. I’m definitely going back there more often to see if there’s more guys willing to use and breed me though. I think welcoming these real men here with an open mouth and hole is the least thing I could do! Will definitely keep you guys posted on hopefully more adventures to come there.

I'm starting to plan a trip to Santiago, Chile and decided to open a profile in Manhunt because like Grindr, it very popular in Chile. I've been pleasantly surprised by two things: Lots and lots of tops, many stipulating clearly in their profile that they are 100% Top and explicitly rejecting tops: "Want to meet with bottoms only". Can't believe it Many younger guys looking to have sex with older guys, can't believe it either. In the couple of weeks since I opened my profile I've received request for sex from about 50 guys! All of them looking to breed a hole anonymously. I've been there before and had a great time having sex with Chileans. Here is a video that I took in Santiago, Chile a few years ago: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/an-old-2012-anon-breeding-session-25167662 This time I'm contacting a guy in Santiago who rents a Dungeon for sex and who also organizes bareback parties and private sex events in the Dungeon. Never been to the bareback parties but I've heard they are fantastic.

I spent a few hours every day in dirty bookstores, looking to give blowjobs thru gloryholes. Dick up my butt -- once or twice a week.

But, on the real though, I have to say this - the fetishization of having a big dick is probably...... Too "Big" for it's on good

@bbzh he's not one of those tops out there just want to pump and dump, well sorta. We fucked again for the second time, he texted me asking for help with his computer. While fixing it, he asked if I want to "do the same thing" again. I'm not shy this time, I pull down his gym short to suck on his already semi hard cock and didnt take him long to get fully erected. I signaled him to sit on his office chair. He knew exactly what is going to happen next, he was holding and position his cock waiting for me to sit on it. I stand over him and sat on his cock slowly and slide along the shaft all the way down to the base. he held me chest to chest, making out with me. both of my lips are in his mouth as he sucked n nurse them. When we finally peeled of our lips, he asked " you knew i was going to fuck you, you lubed your ass"... i told him my boy friend just fucked me, i guess he cum in my ass and hope he didnt mind. He just said Fxxx and both of his hands grabbed my ass to fuck me and added his load. We talked about how to handle this situation. He's fine to be my secret fucker for now and I will continue to let him fuck me.

I cruised this hot thick younger Latino top this afternoon. We started making our then I worked my way down to his gigantic pecs. I sucked and nibbles on his nipples till he forced my head down to his thick 8 inch cock. I deep throated him while he ate my ass. I told him to fuck me and then he asked for a condom. I told him I don’t use condoms and he replied, “I only play safe so I guess just suck my cock.” After about of minute of me deep throating him he told me to flip around. I was happily surprised when he shoved the whole length of his girthy raw cock deep in my hole. He fucked me hard and deep for an hour occasionally stoping to fuck my throat again. He nut deep in my guts and I then cleaned his cock off with my throat. He said “Thank you Sir, I’ve never fucked raw before. Your ass was so hot I dropped three loads in you. I’m done using condoms sir. Thank you”

Definitely try again, and then try again some more. I know exactly where you are in your head: I’ve been in that place too. It took me many visits before I became comfortable with it. Just remember, there’s no pressure for you to do anything until you are ready: you’ve got nothing to prove to anybody. Gradually you will acclimatise, and it will become a ‘normal’ environment for you, and your horniness will slowly emerge triumphant over your nerves.

Another amazing chapter! I am so in love with these characters and the plot. Wonder if brad will come into the picture again and try and do something only to have Pedro stop him.

Finally, after 2 months of planning, got it today. 2 months ago, I took my car for a wash and valet at a back street car wash, i like this one as it always has foreign lads cleaning cars etc. 2 have caught my eye, sexy hot lads, one russian, 28, two kids, dark hair green eyes, beard, tight trackie bottoms,, great body good package, i always watch them closely and chat with them watching them, bend stretch, admiring bodies. 2nd lad,Romanian, beard, brown eyes, awesome body, big package, smile you could dive into, melted me, i was quite chatty with him, he had a hairy arse as he was bending, he was 26, had 3 kids. So for weeks, i have got to know them, jokingly the other week, romanian asked me if I was married, no i said, why? I said I like men, i like to have sex with men, he looked at me, smiled and said Men??? Yes, he lit a cigarette and ssked if I wanted some, for some reason, i dragged on the cigarette from his mouth and took it back in his mouth. He was constantly watching the other lads and became distant, this is how it goes every week, today I went nearer clising time, left 2 bottles of poppers on my car seat, he looked hot, tight T Shirt, short, tight trackies, fuckin awesome. Most of the lads left, he was finishing with another lad present who did not speak english, tidying up etc. He asked about the poppers, i told him what they were for, also I said, if you cum whilst sniffing these you will have the best sex ever. Paying him, ready to leave, he told me to pick him up round the corner in 10 minutes!! I was trembling, 10 minutes later he is in my car, 20 minutes later his beautiful thick sweaty uncut cock is in my mouth in my kitchen, his body is awesome, muscular legs, cheap calvin classics, i showed him how to sniff poppers whilst I sucked him and licked his dangling balls, he was groaning and speaking weakly in his native language. I told him to sniff deep whilst I turned him round, felt his hairy arse and started to lick his arse, he said no, married.. i said sniff its ok, and bent him over my kitchen top and I ate his beautiful arse, it was a sweaty clean hole, beautiful. This guy was a hottie, I was rock hard. He was almost drinking the poppers, i chanced it, but bent over in front of him, and put his rock hard thick uncut dick in my arse, he again, weakly said, no Married, but sniffed and slid his bare dick in my lubed arse, he then fucked me roughly, right up to his balls, i held onto my table, he was speaking in his own language, then he fast fucked me and came deep in my arse, resting in me, he just lay in me, till his dick went soft. He said I am Married, I said I know, did you enjoy, he said yes.please do not tell anyone, off course I wont I said pulling my shorts back up. I then dropped him back to the car shop, i gave him the poppers, he was happy, he said next time you come to shop, I will give you extra polish, I said its ok, just giving me your cock is fine, he shook the poppers at me and said Yes.. Awesome hour...I was happy after the 2 months of waiting.

i've got a decent sized cock 7.5 on a good day, but with girth. Doesn't really matter since i'm no longer married and i'm bottom. When i was younger and comparatively inexperienced at getting fucked, there was a guy at a regular cruising spot who was enormous. The biggest cock i have ever encountered in person. i took him, but it was work. i'm guessing he had to be 11" and lots of girth, and i didn't take him with abandon, so i look back with disappoinment with myself. Now my hole has been changed and can take cocks as delivered... usually. There was one Guy who wasn't overly long, but the diameter was extraordinary. The first time, i took Him, but wasn't prepared mentally. Even though He came, i didn't feel like He had me totally. He would contact me fairly frequently and i had to overcome my fear, but honestly, i loved Him so that wasn't emotionally hard, just practically. Mostly it was about getting in, once relaxed, i'm okay, but He'd get in and start fucking before i would get relaxed. i learned to open my hole ahead of time so i could better aline with His timing. His cock was so big around that He'd always leave me in a puddle of my own prostate juices, He'd literally fuck it out of me. It was always hard work, but i came to love Him, His energy, so much that i couldn't refuse. i miss him, He's on the east coast and i on the west. i imagine if we still lived near each other, my hole would now be more fitting for Him. i wouldn't see that as a "wrecked" hole, but a fixed hole. my hole is a lot more fixed today than it was when i started out, so i want to think it's made (by Tops) to accommodate (hopefully) any cock.

Had some taboo sex a couple times this afternoon and then was bred by the two guts watching. still horny i went downtown to an abs, announced my ass was open to all cummers and dropped my sweats in the hallway before going i. a video room. Was bred and filled by sleazy mexicans and some homeless guys who just wanted to get off . Played the whore and will be at the doctor monday telling him i had unprotected sex and getting tested....

Got a message earlier on Grindr from a blank profile, it was from a horny closet Afghan lad, 25. He was looking for a hungry slut to fuck his big load into. I sent him my address & 10 minutes later the door bell rang, I opened the door and there he was, very handsome muscular lad wearing an almost skin tight white robe, thin short beard around his chin & stunning light hazel eyes. We went straight to the bedroom where he stripped off & told me to get on all fours on the bed. He got behind me, spat on my hole & plunged his fat cut vein cock balls deep in my cunthole and started fucking me hard. He mercilessly raided my hole for about 10 minutes then he shot his load deep inside me. He slowly pulled out then laid on his back recovering, I pushed my plug in my hole & gently sucked his still rock hard dick clean, I then told him he could fuck me again if he had more loads to dump in me. He fucked 2 more loads in me & made me cum as he bred his last load deep in me.

Yep. Went out clubbing one night with a Russian girl I worked with (who knows I’m gay) and her Bulgarian boyfriend Igor (who I’d never met before). As the evening went on and we got drunker and drunker my coworker started talking about how she loved having sex with other women, how hot it would be for us to watch her go at it, and how hot it would be for her to watch two guys fuck. At one point she wandered off, presumably to the ladies room, leaving Igor and me chatting together. After she’d been gone a few minutes he leaned in, reached over and jammed his tongue down my throat. We made out for a while until she got back, then the three of us made it back to my apartment. My coworker promptly pretended to pass out on my bed. I was too drunk to realize it at first but she was secretly watching me and Igor getting hot and heavy on the other side of the bed. Once our clothes started coming off and the talk got dirtier I realized the whole thing had been somewhat of a setup. Fast forward to my coworker holding my dick while Igor sucked it, then holding his ass cheeks open and his legs back while I ate and then fucked his hole, all the while saying filthy things to us in Russian and English. I’m not usually interested in women at all (haven’t touched one since that night), but fucking Igor while his girlfriend - my coworker - watched and participated was one of the hottest things I’d ever done until then. About a year later my friend told me Igor left her for another guy. Can’t say I was surprised but I sure as hell wouldn’t have minded another fuck like the one we had that night.

Death’s Order My week started fucked up and it looked like it was going to end that way too, of course with it only being Wednesday I couldn’t tell what the next two days would bring. No matter what the rest of the week had in store for me, I was going to end it with a bang. The ride home from work just added to my frustration, first I missed my normal bus home, then I was lost in thought and missed my stop, having to get off on the next and walk back to my building, only to arrive to find I missed place my keys. Fuck me!! It took me twenty minutes to realize that I dropped them in my back pack. Once in my studio apartment I dropped everything I was carrying on the bed and headed to my little makeshift bar to make a cocktail. In my hast, I missed the envelope on the floor about a foot inside. My mind went negative instantly. What the fuck now? Did the people down stairs complain again about me. Assholes. Bending down to pick it up, I almost spilt my cocktail, fuck that would be alcohol abuse. Odd, it wasn’t addressed to me, the front and back was blank. My first instinct was to toss it, but it peaked my curiosity, so I decided to open it. Inside was a card, slightly smaller than the envelope, which read: Death’s Order Friday night 9 p.m. 744 Industrial Park (Be ready for everything) Personal Password: VENOM Nothing on the front of the card indicated who sent it, although I did find a symbol that I did not recognized on the back. My mind raced wondering who the hell could have sent this too me. Was a friend fucking with me? Was someone trying to trap me? The industrial park area had long been abandoned by legit business, leaving only questionable ones, crime, drug deals and street walkers. A majority of the buildings in that area were condemned and the ones that were still in use were close to being labeled that. I had two days to decide if I should go and if Thursday and Friday were anything like the first three days of the week, I was going. Even with my mind doing mental cartwheels trying to figure this invitation out, my cock was so hard in my underwear that it was throbbing and pumping out pre-cum. There was something about this mystery that sexually excited me, was it that I was to be ready for anything or was it the password itself. I wouldn’t know until Friday. Thursday went by fast and still fucked up, while Friday time stood still. When it seemed as if hours had passed during the day, it was only minutes and as those minutes passed my cock throbbed from constantly being hard. I was constantly adjusting my dick in my pants through out the day. Getting up from my desk was like trying to hide a giant red wood tree in a pile of match sticks, not my dick is not that massive. As soon as my day was over, I rushed home to “get ready for everything.” I had time and I knew that it would only take about 30 minutes by cab to my destination, if I could get a cab to go there. I downed a couple of cocktails as I prepared, relaxing me. I was done and out the door with about an hour to spare with the first cab I found willing to take me. My anticipation and excitement grew with each passing minute. My cock was still rock hard, ready for what ever was waiting for me. My cab dropped me off, just feet from the door, gave me his business card, telling me to call no matter the time and he would pick me up to take me home. Maybe my luck was changing, then I saw the same symbol that was on the back of the invitation. I still didn’t know that it meant. I stood before the door, just staring as the cab disappeared in the distance. Frozen, I started to question this decision. Was I ready for this? What if this changed my life completely? Would I be able to handle what ever was about to happen? The door was painted black with a sliding peephole like they had during prohibition, at eye level. There was no signage indicating what this place was, just a number placard to the side of the door with the address. Mustering all my courage, I knocked three times and waited. The sliding peephole quickly slid open, revealing half hidden eyes. The silence was deafening it was like the world around me suddenly stopped what they were doing and was quietly judging me. The uttering of my password was the only sound heard breaking the silence and bringing the world came back to life. The peephole slammed shut, forcing me to stare at the black door once again. After a series of clicks from inside, the door began to swing open, but only wide enough for me to slip in, then it closed again quickly. I entered a space that was dimly lite. I felt like this was a man-trap. An area where someone could be handled before entering a speakeasy. I turned and was face to chest to a huge Bull. Dressed in a brown robe, fasted in the middle with buckles, around the waist was a wide brown leather waist cincher with an emblem that I could not make out, guessing I would have said it was the same as the invitation and business card. His eyes were now fully hidden from view from a hood, leaving only his nose, mouth and chin visible. Even with the robe being some what loose in places, I could still tell this man was solid muscle. What was underneath was a mystery and I wanted to solve it. “Thru the door, strip and wait” he ordered. As I turned to leave this little area, he grabbed the door hand, opened the door, then slapped my ass with an evil chuckle. Fuck me, what was I in for? Inside the room was a wall of black lockers, yet no locks. Okay, I will take a chance. I stripped out of my clothes, put them inside the unlucky locker numbered thirteen. Then I waited - again, with my cock pointing the way, dripping pre-cum to a small puddle between my feet. Another door opened, revealing another man in the same brown robe and hood, although this man was not as large as the first man I had met. He was about a foot taller than me, and had a dark presence, yet I was not scared. “I am your Priest. I will be killing your inhibitions in order to see if you are worthy of entering The Order. Hesitation is your enemy. Opposition is failure, which will lead to vanquishment and the resending of our invitation” the figured said. “You are a heretic, you deny the freedom of sex by constraining. By opposing the pleasure of skin against skin, by denying the seed of life from mixing, and by denying pleasure for those that are carrying death” he continued. “Tonight, we change that. Shall we commence?"

Bi wht masc 8c top here 41yo. Neg std free, in Richmond, VA area but can get up to DC area easily.

just want to see some videos of the bottom begging the top to make it hurt or where ther bottoms wants to slowdown/stop but the top gos harder

Over the next week I continued my regime of two swims every day. But purposefully I made sure my swim at the end of the day was longer. For the first four days I didn’t see the tattooed guy despite staying til almost closing and showering in the same stall where I’d first spied his monster cock. On Friday as I walked into the changing room, there he was. He’s clearly finished his swim and was toweling himself dry in his boxers. In the low light his muscles rippled under the magnificent artwork that covered his body. I walked passed him and opened a locker at the end of the row. “Hey.” I turned around. He had one foot on the bench to dry his leg and was smiling at me. “Hey.” A flash caught my eye and I spied the flint of his piercing as his cock peeked out from the end of his boxers. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said. I turned away as I felt my cox twitch. “I’ve been coming later,” I replied. “Yeah, my times are fucked up cos of work too.” I pulled my tee off and shrugged off my chinos, pulling my speedos out in a fluid movement and desperately trying not to think of his cock. And him jerking it under the shower. “You wear those?” “What?” “Speedos.” I looked back at him. He was now in his jeans, the waist band of his boxers showing as he stretched a polo shirt over his tight body. “Yeah. Less resistance in the water.” I winced. He smiled and sat down on the bench. “Is that true?” He was looking straight at me as I held the speedos. There was nothing else to do. “Yes.” I pull off my pants hoping my cock wasn’t too erect and slid my speedos into the inviting lycra feeling it cup my tightening balls. He watched me intently. “Cool. Couldn’t wear them myself. I’d feel too exposed.” He stared at me as I turned to face him. “I’m sure you’d look good in a pair.” Our eyes locked. “Perhaps. Well enjoy your swim and catch you sometime.” He grabbed his backpack and in seconds was gone. As the door swung shut I sighed and released the blood that I’d held back for so long into my cock. It hardened in my Speedo’s as I walked to the pool for a long swim. Over the next few weeks, I continued my refined regime and we saw each other perhaps once or twice a week - the same “Heys” and genteel conversation. But the same frisson as our eyes locked. But nothing more. One night I arrived much later than normal. It had not been a good day at work. I stormed into the changing room and stopped dead. There he was. He had his back to me but he was in a pair of Speedo’s. Classic Speedo’s. Black. He spun round. “Oh, hi.” “Hello.” He looked distinctly uncomfortable so I walked past him to my usual locker and started undressing. I got down to my briefs when he said: “What do you think?” I turned around. He was standing facing me. The bulge in the black Lycra made my mouth water. “You look good,” I stammered. Our eyes locked for a second longer than they should have before he laughed. “Nah. I don’t think so. But they were in the sale so I thought I’d see what they looked like.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. Grabbing his tee he headed for the door. “Have a good swim.” I finished my swim and showered. There was a polite cough and I looked up as I was changing. It was one of the gym attendants. “Sorry, we’re closed. I didn’t think there was anyone down here after Jack left. I’ll need to let you out the back door.” Jack. That was his name. I apologised and followed the attendant through the back of the gym. I didn’t realise it went back so far until he opened a door, wished me goodnight and I stepped out into the twilight and into somewhere I didn’t recognise. I paused to get my bearings and realised I was in the housing estate. I didn’t realise that the it wrapped itself around the gym to this extent. I sighed. I would have to double back through the estate and get my bike. I hiked my backpack onto my back and headed around the gym. As I looked, I realised that the estate wasn’t as grim as I thought it was. All the flats looked well appointed and I realised they had a distinct design to them. Without thinking I flipped my phone out and searched Google. Sure enough, the estate had been designed by a famous architect and had, long ago stopped being social housing. “I’d be careful about doing that here.” It was Jack. He was in faded blue jeans that gripped his legs, a black tee and boots. “Oh, hi. Jack.” He looked at me quizzically. “How’d you know my name?” I recounted what had happened at the gym; he smiled and said that he lived in the estate and would walk part way back with me. Side by side we started our journey. I found out his name was Jacques, he was an artist so did odd jobs and “this and that” and suddenly he stopped walking. “Well this is where I live,” pointing up a stairwell. He paused as I adjusted my backpack and shuffled from foot to foot. “I’m heading your way but just need to pick something up. Do you want to wait, I’ll only be a second. Or come up.” He looked at me straight-eyed. I pretended to look around us. “I’ll come up, if you don’t mind.” He smiled and made some joke about it being the safest neighbourhood in town as I followed him up the stairs. At the top he unlocked a door and walked in, not stopping to see if I was following. It was not what I was expecting. Down a short corridor his apartment opened into a large open space. And at the far end, floor to ceiling windows with what I can only describe as a magnificent view of the city. When I tore my eyes away from the view I realised he had disappeared. I sat down on the sofa and waited. My eyes wandered to the table and widened. There, in plain sight was a spliff and a bolt piercing. “Ah, there it is.” Jacques suddenly appeared and leaning over the table grabbed the spliff then sat on the opposite sofa. I looked up and he was staring at me, spliff in hand. “I need this tonight. You don’t mind do you?” I shook my head and said it was fine and didn’t bother me as I’d had a hard week too. I winced at my choice of words. He smiled and pulled out a lighter. “Shall we have a quick toke before we go?” Without waiting for an answer he lit the spliff and took a deep grab. Whistling through his teeth and leaned over and handed it to me, and fell back against the sofa, spreading his legs. I took a deep hit and held it in. Christ it was good stuff and started working it’s magic immediately. I looked back at him and shrugging my pack off, I handed it back and leaned into my own sofa. My mind was in overdrive. One side was enjoying the effects of the smoke, the other wondered what the holy fuck was going on. As we shared the spliff, we chatted. I told him I was an accountant, lived with a “partner” of twenty years and had been swimming since I was twelve. He was half American, half French and had moved to the city after an”ugly break up.” Whenever we swapped the spliff our fingers touched, lingering more with each share. Suddenly he lunged into his back pack at the side of the sofa and threw something at me. “Here. These are for you.” By reflex I caught them and looked down. Speedos. Red speedos. I looked at him. “I bought them and some others when I got the other pair. Reckon you’ll get more use out of them.” He smiled and I watched as he expertly rolled another spliff. Not looking up he said: “Try ‘em on.” As he licked the spliff closed he looked at me. Stared at my face. My mind exploded. Then I decided. I stood up. Kicked off my shoes and stared back. Grabbing the lighter he lit the new smoke and sat back. I pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my chinos and slipped my fingers into the waistband of my pants and shoved my trousers down. He raised an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off my face. I leaned down and hooked my ankles through the speedos. And pulled them up. Keeping eye contact I rearranged my junk, now semi erect, in front of him. He stunned out the spliff and stood up. He smiled at me and as I watched he pulled off his boots, shucked his tee and dropped his jeans. Underneath he was wearing yellow speedos. I gasped at the contrast with his hard muscled body and inked skin. Sitting back down he spread his legs, relighting the spliff and handed it to me. “Cool.”

For me spitting in a guy’s mouth/having a guy spit in my mouth is a total turn-on and part of the rough sex I enjoy - shoving/being shoved, slapping/being slapped, biting/being bitten, skullfucking/deepthroating, fucking etc. - all mutual and done with equal force by both guys. It’s incredibly hot when you’re well matched and both really into it. Not every guy is into this sort of thing, but if you are you’ll totally understand what I’m talking about.

Blimey, from haemorrhoids to biblical quotes and the Divine Right of Kings, and all in one easy thread! Only in America, boys

I’ve said it before, it’s hard to find a dirty woman. So much pomp and circumstance to get anywhere. I can go online and find a guy who wants to swallow my cum and drink my piss AND he likes it. Women get all emotional.

I love having my hole waxed. The first few times I got a hard-on as the wax was being removed from my hole, cock, and balls. I guess I liked the pain. The guy waxing my hole certainly noticed the hard-on, and we eventually would play. He'd rim and ff me after he waxed my hole to make sure it was smooth enough.

I save piss in freezer and then defrost it and use it to douche with for special occasions. Definitely can get it deep doing that

Never had one bigger the 8" but I'd like to. Honestly even if it hurts i don't care I want it, I need it. I'm sure we can make it fit. Any size is good

A skilled top with a big cock knows how to make it pleasurable for himself and his bottoms.

Usually the 1's I dealt with love condoms - sometimes the condom would break but kept on fucking ! Sometimes we would talk about condoms and barebacking - telling them let's try it once - then fucking barebacking - using encouraging words - eventually they agree - the only way Fucking is Barebacking ! I do love to party - single and vers - open mind here !

I can tell you what worked on me for my first bareback experience. I met a very well hung 8in + top who fucked me nice and hard with a condom and lube and I enjoyed it during most of the fuck but my asshole became irritated near the end . I was in immense pain just afterward. The pain seemed to intensify after i got home. I had to sit in a bath for hours. I was still sore for days. It isn't a latex allergy, I knew it was mainly his size that wrecked me. A month later the next time i met him i couldn't help myself from hooking up again, but I told him while i was blowing him that getting fucked last time irritated me too much and i didn't want to get fucked again (although i did bring some better organic lube with me ) He convinced me it was the condom friction that causes the pain and that bareback would not hurt a bit. He assured me he would start gently and pull out to cum, he said he was recently tested neg anyway. I said i still wasn't comfortable with BB even if he pulled out because of precum and stuff. He dried off my saliva from his erect cock and showed me he didn't produce any pre-cum. He told and showed me he never makes precum even when fully erect and that he would pull out before he orgasmed. So I agreed and let him take me bare right then. It was the most fantastic fuck just like he promised, i had a huge orgasm as he fucked me and i wasn't sore a bit afterward.

Chapter XIV Steve fucked me a couple more times Sunday, but most of the day was spent watching tv and then going out to eat and then to a movie. Now Monday morning had come again and off to work again. This time I was better rested and not worrying about things so much and it went so much better. Things really clicked and I found all my things from the past week were even caught up today. Very productive and made the day go by quickly. Soon it was time for everyone to clock out and head home, but I lingered to make notes and plan the next day's work load and before I knew it, the phone was ringing. I answered it to find Steve calling to find out what was taking me so long. I had not noticed that it had become after 8 when quitting time had been 5. He was worried and had wanted some help with an old problem. I told him I would be right there and immediately got things closed up and out the door I went. In barely 10 minutes since he had called I was at the motel and finding out what he had wanted done. While I was at work, Steve had went back to the baths. He had played a little there but just as he was getting ready to leave he saw a guy come in he had been looking for for quite a while. Seems the guy and several buddies had jumped him when they found out he was poz and beat the hell out of him even though he had never touched any of them before. He had found out that this guy was the leader and loved being fucked BB but didn't want poz and got buddies to beat up on and chase away anyone they found out was poz. Steve wanted to know if I would help him get him back big time. He told me he also knew that once that guy got a cock in him he wanted more and more and could not stop. I saw where this was going in a hurry and agreed. We then headed to the baths again hoping he would still be there. On the way there Steve described the guy for me as he didn't want the guy to see him before our plan got into action. We got a room and Steve immediately stayed there while I went looking for our mark. It didn't take long before I found him, on his knees sucking a cock in the common area. I was sure it was him as Steve had described a tattoo the guy had on his arm and his sure matched. I got behind him as he sucked the cock he had been working on and started to play with his hole. He quit sucking and turned towards me. He was checking me out and told me he had never seen me here before. I told him it was my first time. My wife was out of town and I just wanted to try doing a guy's ass and see what it was like. When I mentioned I was married that seemed to relieve him and he went back to sucking the other guy. I started to play with his ass again and getting some lube out I soon had a couple of fingers in his hole. He was loving it and could hardly keep his ass still at all. He finished the other guy off and, licking his lips, turned back to me and wanted to know if I had a room or wanted to go to his. I told him it was up to him. He said lets go to mine, so we headed towards it. We had basically got a room at the end of the hallway, so as we were headed to his room we went by ours. I pretended to slip on something and knocked on our door. Steve then opened it a crack to watch where our mark and I were headed. We got to the room and I found out he liked to keep the lights off and only light from tv showing porn. It didn't take long to get him lubed up and my cock buried in his hole deep. We had also left the door opened just a crack and I turned my head once and could see Steve with a big grin on his face watching us. I plowed good but knew it would be kind of fast knowing what else was coming. The mark was into it in no time though and moaning his pleasure at getting reamed. I came in about 5 minutes is all though and he was begging for more. As he did, Steve, opened the door and got in fast and closed it to keep it pretty dark. The mark asked who it was and I told him it was a buddy of mine from work that was just like me wanting to try m2m. He told me he sure needed some more for sure. It only took Steve a minute to have his huge monster lined up and driving it in. The guy about went nuts, saying it was too big, but Steve just buried it all the way in anyway and held for a bit. Then he started to plow as hard as he could and I knew from experience that the guys ass was going to tear and bleed and Steve's DNA would soon be in him. Steve pounded the guy who was howling some in pain but soon turned to moans of pleasure. This went on for a good 15 minutes and then I heard Steve tell the guy he was coming and filling him up good. The guy almost yelled yes I am coming too. Steve ground his cock in for a bit and then pulled out with the guy saying he needed some more. We just headed for the door. As I opened the door the guy was sitting up and the light was good enough then he could see us from the read leaving. I heard him gasp and turned to see him pointing at Steve's rear. He was gasping out that he was looking at a biohazard tat. Steve then turned and looked at the guy. The mark recognized him then and his mouth dropped open and he could not speak. Steve just told him, hey, pay backs are a bitch aren't they, and we then left and went back to our motel. Sorry guys was having problems again and it posted the same damn thing several times by the time I got it to work.

When I'm taking cock, regardless of whether I'm hard or not, I do not want my dick touched. Most anywhere else is okay, especially my nipples and any part of my ass. But when the top goes for my dick I do whatever possible to get out of reach. My focus is on getting fucked, getting filled with meat and cum. The last thing I want to do is get distracted by my dick.