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I walked into the fast food restaurant and saw a beautiful young stud standing in line to order. He looked to be 5'9" about 175 - 180 lbs, dirty blond hair, well tanned wearing a t-shirt with the sides cut out and short soccer shorts. West HS soccer was plastered on his shirt and he had a great funk/smell. I figured he had been at practice. The cashier started taking his order and obviously knew him. I learned he was a senior and had just turned 18. He paid then moved to the beverage fountain. I ordered my food and then went to get my drink. I looked up and our eyes meet. I looked at his crotch and then back up at his eyes. He had a nevus grin and looked away. I assumed it was a lost cause but after getting my drink I spoke to him saying he must be really hungry after practice. He smiled and said yes and it had been a hard practice. He seemed to be more comfortable after a few minutes of conversation. They called his number and he left with his food to go. I got my food and went and sat down thinking damn it would have been nice to see him naked or at least shirtless. I'm 50 years old and have been in the closet all my life and just recently started to come "out" of my shell. I have sucked a few dicks but that's it. I would have loved to suck him off. As I am dreaming I look up and he is standing in front of me. He asked if he could sit down and I said of course (must have been 8 empty tables around). He sits down and says his car wont start and he was going to need a jump start. I said after we eat I could help. We talked about his car and he said he guessed he need to take better care of it. I smiled and said you need to take care of more than your car and he laughed a nevus laugh. As we walked out I made it a point to bump into him. We went to his car and I said it was probably more than the battery after he told me he had jumped it a couple times. So I said we could try or I could have it towed and have my mechanic fix it for him. He said I cant afford that I don't have the money. I smiled and told him it was no problem and pointed to my Ferrari 458. I hear a slow damn under his breath and before he can say anything else I called AAA told them wear to take the car and tossed him the keys and said lets go I'll take you home. He was like really I can drive it. We get in and I showed him all the features. Then I say so you know the way home you can head that way or you can turn left and we can go to my place. Maybe take car of you if you like, you know hot tub or pool. The ball was in his court. I held my breath and low and behold he turned left. We talked about the 458 on the way to my house but once we arrived I asked if you wanted to sit in the tub and offered a drink. He said I didn't bring my bag so I have nothing to change into. I smiled and said just wear your underwear and then free ball in your shorts afterwords. He then told me he was already free balling, as we approached the tub he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside and ask if he could use the restroom ass he needed to piss. I decided to go for the gold and said no he couldn't use the toilet but I would be happy to take care of him. I got a look of shock and he said what. I dropped to my knees and pulled off my shirt and opened my mouth. He asked if I was serious and I said hell yes. He shyly walked up and pulled out his cock and a few minutes later he let loose a beautiful stream off piss. I drank as much as I could and he made sure to spray my face and chest as well. As he was finishing I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth to get the last few drops. He tried to pull away but I grabbed his hips and held him in place while I started sucking him. It didn't take long and I was rewarded with a huge thick load of great tasting cum. After I cleaned him up I looked up and asked if his girlfriend would have done that. He said shit no, she wont even touch it, she wants us to wait. I asked if he like it and he said hell yes so I moved him to the deck chair and started sucking again. I sucked him for about 10 to 15 minutes, listening to him moan. About half way through he put his hands on my head and pulled me deeper. Then a few minutes later I hear fuck! fuck! fuck! take my load bitch as he shot his load in my mouth for the second time. After I had cleaned him up I asked if he wanted to get in the tub to relax or did he want me to take him home. He then told me he had texted his mom while I was sucking him and told her his car broke down and he was staying with a friend. Then he said he would rather I just suck him some more. I asked if he would rather take a old mans virginity because if he was game my ass was his. He just looked at me for a minute and said if my ass was as good as my mouth he was in. This was my first time doing this so please be kind. For the record the part in the fast food joint happened except for him coming back in. He was one hot piece of ass. If you like it I will continue sharing my dreams :)

People do know that sex does have to boil down to Dom and Sub only. I'm a Dom, but I can turn it off if my bottom is not a sub. Also being a Dom is not about being a selfish prick it's about control and management. Being a sub isn't about being a living doormat, it's about servitude and submission. As sub you have to get off and enjoy serving. A lot of you guys just sound like you have limits, which again is OK because we all do even Doms.

All night slam session with two AIDS pigs. Really sleazy session and had them both worship my cock and body. Probably got some new gifts to pass on to others now

Part 2 - Belated 18th Birthday Present Finally we left for LA and my 18th birthday present was for us all to spend a week in California enjoying the beach and sights. It was exciting but in reality it wasn't the Medina river where Brad and I both loved the solitude it afforded us. Still this was an adventure and we stayed in one of the posher hotels in LA close to Santa Monica beach. Not bad I joked to Brad as this was the first time I had left Texas or even ventured this far from Medina, excluding my rescue of Brad in his hour of need. That afternoon we spent on the beach, our parents strolled along the beach for an hour or so and Brad and I laid in the sun and swam in the ocean. It really was a world away from our lives that were very simple in context to how hectic and busy the next couple of days would be. We fitted in two movie studio tours and some of the popular touristy bits. Always coming back at the end of the day to the amazing swimming pool and comfy loungers on the terrace. The weekend we all decided would be spent chilling out at the hotel or beach and dining as a family. For me it was the best present ever mostly due to Brad being with us and importantly me, we spent all the time together. That Sunday afternoon I stayed out by the pool, luckily I was a person who tanned quite evenly unlike some of the lobsters walking around. Brad and our parents had gone to the hotel bar for some shade and a cool drink, I had a niggly feeling I was being watched and did a quick glance around, everyone seemed to be minding their own business and not necessarily looking at me. I dived in to the pool and swam a few lengths at a leisurely pace then climbed out and walked towards my lounger, standing there letting the sun drying me off I was facing the restaurant and outdoor seating on the terrace above me. The woman ascending the steps from the restaurant caught my eye she was smartly dressed and very business like in her appearance and reaching the bottom it looked like she was walking towards me. She walked past clearly having a good look at my face any body then she doubled back and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry to be so forward but you caught my eye and trust me that doesn't happen usually" she said. I looked at her "Caught your eye?" replying and looking at her a little confused. "Forgive me" she said "I'm Patricia Manon from Manon International Models" she held out her hand. Not sure what this was about I shook her hand "Tom, just Tom from Texas" she smiled and handed me her card. "Have you ever considered modelling?" she asked me. I shook my head "No why would I?" I replied chuckling. "You are perfect, your facial features and your body is perfect" she said looking me up and down. "Oh right" was all I could say. "Pop by my office at 10am tomorrow, I would like to get some photos if your interested" she smiled at me. I looked at the card "Oh, well I am here on holiday with my family" I said trying to hand the card back. She refused to take it "Seriously think about it Tom from Texas" she smiled and walked off. Amused I looked at the card and picked up my things to find the rest of my family at the bar. Putting the card down on the table I explained to them about what had just happened. Brad was the first to encourage me to go and that he would come along with me as a chaperone. My mother agreed with Brad and said that she and Seth wanted to go shopping anyway and that I was old enough to make my own decisions and should take the opportunity even if nothing happens it will be an experience. Convinced that it would just be a day out and something to laugh about tomorrow evening we made plans and looked on our phones to make sure we knew how to get to the offices. Brad chuckled as we stood outside the building gently pushing me to go through the doors to the reception. The receptionist explained that only I was allowed up to the floor where Manon International were based, Brad said he would have a wander around and grab a coffee. He pulled me back and sternly he told me to call if I wanted out, I nodded unsure why I was feeling very nervous as my life was not depending on this, modelling was the furthest thing I wanted to do and shook off the feeling getting in the elevator up to the 10th floor. The doors opened and I stepped out in to another world, everyone was dressed in what looked like tailored designer clothing, perfect make up and hair styles, the few men I saw wore shiny fitted suits groomed to within an inch of their life. then there was me in my shorts and t-shirt wearing reefs. If anyone looked out of place then hello over here I seemed to scream come look at me and sure enough many people looked down their noses passing me by. The reception was manned by a young guy in his mid 20's who I assumed was gay judging by his mannerisms and the way he looked at man walking past his desk who had a very arrogant 'do you know who I am' look and obviously a model. I walked up to his desk and saw the plaque with his name 'Steve' written on it. "Excuse me" I said interrupting him typing an email out, he turned his head and continued typing. Steve looked me up and down "Were not casting at present" he said returning to his screen. Hell what now I thought standing there until he looked again "I'm sorry I was asked to come here" I said quietly. Steve's fingers stopped moving over his keyboard and he stood up and looked at my shorts and reefs "Oh". He picked up the phone looking directly at me "Patty I think this Tom from Texas is here" he said to the phone. Nodding at the phone "Okay" he said and hung up "Take a seat over there" he told me pointing at the sofa. I walked over and noticed from the reflection in the shiny wall behind the sofa that Steve was watching me very carefully. Sitting down I caught his eyes briefly then he turned and tapped away and answered several calls. His eyes continued to bore in to me when he wasn't typing on his computer. After five minutes Patricia came out of her office. "Tom you came, I am so thrilled you decided to come Tom" Patricia said walking over to me. I stood up holding my hand out "Well I have nothing on this morning" I stupidly said then smiled at her. Patricia laughed "Don't be nervous Tom, how about getting some photos" she said then guided me down the hall. We entered a door marked Studio A, it looked like one of those loft conversion places but segregated in to a few different scenes and a screen in one corner hiding another part of the studio. There was a photographer shooting a female model who I didn't really think was very nice as he called the model out several times 'Chloe if your not going to pull yourself together get out of the studio' was one remark I heard him say. Instantly I thought if this is how it is I might as walk as I don't need someone like that badgering me. Patricia took me to where the screen was and to wait for a moment. I could hear her talking to the photographer who she called Eddie, Patricia popped back round telling him he would be done in 5 fives and offered me a coffee. I declined feeling sick and unsure what I was letting myself in for. "Tom this is Eddie who will be shooting you for an hour" Patricia said introducing him appearing round the screen. Eddie nodded at me but without really looking "A new one, you got to be kidding me Patty" he said disappearing again. Patricia smiled "Photographers Tom, just ignore him he is quite temperamental when working" she said. It did nothing to quell my fear "I don't want to do this" I said standing up. "Nonsense Tom, you must be intrigued as you came here" she said handing me some white briefs. Nervously I took them "You want me to wear these?" I asked her looking shocked. Patricia laughed "Of course we need to see how you transpire on film" she said "don't worry". She disappeared round the other side of the screen leaving me holding the briefs, brief they were and very revealing. Debating for a moment and hearing her having words with Eddie to be nicer to me as he was frightening me off, I decided to do it and quickly changed. Eddie appeared and looked me over making me even more nervous, it also gave me the opportunity to study him in more detail. I guessed he was in his early 30's and pretty attractive, tattooed and muscled with dark cropped hair he wore a stubble and stood a couple inches taller than me. In the beginning he showed no interest in me, but then why would he I thought. All he saw was yet another model he was going to have to contend with, in his own right he was quite formidable and didn't take any crap from the models he was shooting, after all it was his work that made them. Fortunately I managed to supress my urge to vomit and run following him out to the staging area. It didn't take long for him to get annoyed with me as I didn't understand what he was asking me to do. Patricia came over and helped moving my body to the poses he wanted. She explained that I would get some training so I knew how to react to the camera if I was taken on, nodding in Eddie's direction she told me he was the best and bear with him. It felt like hours being photographed but in reality it was no more than 45 minutes, during this time I could see Patricia and Eddie looking at a screen as the images came up, they would both nod and quietly talk. Every now and then she would smile and look at Eddie who would smile back then look at me quickly. "Thanks Tom that was great" Eddie said without looking at me "we are all done". I just sat there like an idiot for a moment "What do I do now?" I asked. Eddie looked up and laughed "Go and get changed dude, then wait outside Patricia's office" he said. Yeah okay I admit I didn't want to leave as I was quite happy looking at Eddie in his tight t-shirt and wanted to lick him all over. Somehow I got up and found myself behind the screen getting changed, as I left the studio Eddie looked up and said good bye and see you soon, before I could reply he had turned back to the female model and continued photographing her. Steve her assistant smiled and brought me a coffee over being more friendlier than he was when I arrived. Patricia called from her office and her assistant looked at me and said to go through. "Please sit down Tom" she said as I entered her office "how did it feel?" she asked. I looked confused "How did what feel?" I replied. "Being photographed extensively like that?" she said holding large photographic prints in her hand. "Oh, just like having loads of selfies taken, I didn't expect I would be in underwear" I laughed. She looked up and smiled "Well I think we may be able use some of these in your portfolio". I looked at her "Is that a good thing?" I asked unsure where this was going. Patricia nodded "It's a start, I may need you to come back in a couple of weeks, your expenses will be paid". She stood in an obvious your dismissed way, walking me to the elevator she placed the prints on the assistants desk and I said good bye having given Steve my contact details, I pressed the ground floor button watching the doors close as she turned away clearly seeing Steve having a good look at my photos. "Oh my god Patty" Steve said looking up at her. Patricia smiled "He has no idea Steve. Get a portfolio together and circulate it" she said "today that is". Oblivious to what was taking place up there the elevator stopped at the ground floor and the doors opened, smiling I saw Brad was waiting with two coffees. He laughed and pretended to walk like a model towards me making me laugh. We left to walk back to the hotel and I told him how things went, how I felt like a fish out of water, what I had to wear and how rude the photographer was. We walked for ages and kind of glad to be outside feeling the sun beating down on me until we arrived back at the hotel. It felt so good spending this much time with Brad as I always felt at ease and comfortable around him. We had become even more close if that was possible and it turned out as we got older we liked many of the same things in life. The only annoying thing about him was his attempt to get me to have sex with any guy who looked at us, constantly he would rib me and tell me to start enjoying life more. When I had my head turned he would literally start pushing me back trying to get me to engage the person in conversation, just in case they swung my way. But on the inside I was still to unsure about myself and lacked the self confidence. The one thing that struck me was when we walked along the beach front and people often looked at us and smiled, especially as he always had his arm around my shoulder and we were laughing. They would clearly take us as being a couple and he didn't seem to mind it one bit and often played the part laughing afterwards. If you were clever you could read between the lines but I never saw it from my perspective. We spent the last few days relaxing and travelling down the coast visiting San Diego and stopping at various places along the route, at La Jolla we walked along the beach where I felt a certain kind of belonging imaging myself living here and literally falling in to the sea from one of the beach side houses that looked incredibly expensive. Was I sad to be leaving LA after our week, naturally as I had found a love for the beach and not so humid weather we had back in Texas, but you know, it wasn't Medina and it didn't have the beauty and tranquillity of the countryside. I got back in to my studies and returned to the ranch at lunchtime several days after our return. Everyone was out at work and the ranch house was empty apart from the housekeeper, I ran in shouting hello and filling my rucksack with fruit and water. Since the sun was out it was a perfect day to read up about my next course beside the river. The housekeeper Maria called out telling me a package had arrived on the mail table in the entrance hall. I wandered out and picked up the thick envelope it was post marked Manon International. I had almost forgotten anything would come of it, I took it back to our bedroom putting it on the bed and headed off to the river. Returning home later that afternoon Brad and Seth were already home, completely forgetting about my delivery I went straight in to the kitchen and family room grabbing a soda I sat down chatting with them. Brad and I headed to our bedroom to shower and change, we were at that stage where our parents had talked about giving us separate rooms. To my surprise Brad was the one dead set against the idea explaining that we were both happy living in the wing, I didn't seem to get a say in this but frankly I didn't mind as I really enjoyed his company and it kept me grounded. Brad stripped naked and went first then I followed taking slightly longer, it was times like this when you want to taste the forbidden fruit. Seeing him naked I loved how his body looked and the naturalness about his looks, I could see the results of his working out again since returning from university. He wasn't built like Eddie was and reflecting Eddie's build was way to muscular for me, but Brad, he was just perfect and it made my heart ache. Showering and thinking about Brad had got me aroused, think nasty thoughts I said myself trying to get me cock down. When I returned in to the bedroom drying myself I noticed Brad holding the package that came earlier. "You haven't opened this yet" he said handing it to me. I sat on the bed holding the package and looking at it "No, I don't know if I want to" I replied. Brad sat next to me "What are worried about Tommy" he asked putting his arm around my shoulder. I looked at him "The unknown, what if this changes my life and do I want it". For the first time Brad kissed me on the forehead "I will always be here for you and protect you Tom" he said. I gave a little sigh "Yeah, until you have settled down with Melinda" I replied. Brad ignored the response "Well you going to open it then?". Nodding I opened the package and took the folder out that contained a letter on the cover from Patricia. My mouth dropped open as I got in to reading the letter and opened the folder to find a contract inside for one year with a salary of $50k and a clause underneath I didn't understand, it took Seth having a look to explain that the deal gets better if you become a popular model he said with some scepticism. But he told me it was my decision but whatever I decide I must not throw my education away and keep studying. That night Brad had gone in to town to see Melinda so I returned alone to our bedroom, I was tired and leaned over from the bed retrieving my journal it's hiding place. Opening it to a new page I wrote 'It seems like ages since I downloaded what has been going on in my head or life. Next week I fly to LA and do some test shoots for modelling, yeah I know crazy right, but this woman seemed to think I had the looks and persuaded me to try it out. Hands up I am not expecting anything, in fact I don't really want to do it as it means being away from Medina, the one place where I actually feel safe and free. We spent a week in LA which is how I got hunted would be the word to describe the unusual set of circumstances. Anyway it was a great week and I got to spend so much time with Brad and do the things we like to do. I feel more and more for him but my feelings are best kept hidden from him and our family, I just can't stop them as the time we spend together just feels so precious. At times I have to remind myself who he is as much as it breaks my heart I wonder if I will ever find anyone like him. I have not been the same since that day at the river when he held me so close and I can't stop picturing him and I walking in the Medina river laughing and talking without a care in the world. So next week I head off with no expectation, probably an angry photographer who is sexy in a different way. Lets see what becomes of me after this'. I hid the journal away and climbed in to bed switching the bedside light off. The following week on Monday morning I flew over to LA for 3 days, my instructions when I entered the arrivals concourse was to look for a driver holding a sign with my name on, I suppose it was Steve's idea of a joke a man stood there with a sign 'Tom From Texas'. He ushered me towards the car and drove me to Manon International's office, I took the elevator up and surprised to see how busy it was compared to last time I was here. Steve spotted me and laughed "You found the driver then Tom from Texas" he said walking towards me. "Very funny" I replied following him down the corridor to Studio A "Who is the taking the pictures?" I asked him. Steve smiled "Eddie of course, never fear Tom from Texas you don't have tattoos" he said opening the door. What a strange remark I thought unsure what he meant by it, Patricia saw me and came hurrying over and I saw Eddie photographing a male model. Eddie turned and looked at me expressionless, he went back to the model and took a couple of snaps then threw his hands up. For one person he had a plethora of emotions that you would see in one photo shoot the grumpy, happy, irritated, irrational, elated. It was all there and you never knew what you were going to get in what order. Patricia took me behind the screen as Eddie berated the male model several times, stop smiling, smile, lift your chin, your chin stupid. I shook my head knowing this was going to be fun, already deciding if he started on me I would walk. Patricia brought over 10 polo shirts and 5 pairs of shorts, she apologised that she had meetings today but would pop by and check on me in between. Brace for impact I told myself as I changed in to the t-shirt and shorts provided, I could hear Eddie finishing. The male model came round the screen and quickly changed "Good luck with him" he said and stormed off. "How you doing Tom?" Eddie asked appearing around the screen "Came back for more punishment". "Sorry, I am nearly ready" I replied getting frustrated as I didn't want to start on a bad foot with him. Eddie put his camera down and walked towards me "Here let me help" he said straightening the collar of the polo shirt. My eyes accidentally caught his "Thanks, will you go easy on me?" I asked in hope, he looked at me and smiled. "Not a chance" he replied "Well maybe a little" he then said with a glint in his eyes catching me off guard. His hand brushing against the naked skin of my neck "Why do you want me to go easy on you?" he asked. I nervously giggled like a child "It is my first time" I quietly replied. "I know and what else have you never done before?" he asked slowly doing the button watching me. I was captivated by his eyes "Many things" I replied looking at his hands and tattooed arms. "Right come on, time is money" he suddenly said snapping me back to reality. It was definitely peculiar and maybe it was his way of getting me to relax. Anyway the shoot went well and he never got irritated with me instead he would walk over and help position me the first few times, eventually I felt a confidence to respond to him without guidance. You know Eddie really was a nice guy when you took the professionalism out of him and I actually liked working with him. Patricia had come in and sat with us for an hour, even she saw a different side to Eddie as he worked with me. At lunchtime they looked through the photos nodding and pointing I had no idea what was going on. "What has come over you Eddie?" Patricia asked him looking at the photographs. Eddie glanced at her "It's his first day, thought I would cut him some slack" he replied smiling. Patricia picked a photo out "You never cut anyone slack" she replied looking over at me "Do you see it?". Eddie nodded scratching his head "Incredible, you could shoot him from any angle it just works". Patricia left after dropping off some more clothing and we got to work. I was tired, yeah I know, but it is exhausting standing in front of a camera all day trust me. But at 3pm Eddie called time as I was loosing focus a little, he put his camera down 'Amazing Tom' he said walking towards and patting me on the shoulders. Sometimes crazy things come out of my mouth and this was one of them moments "I am not a dog you know". Eddie looked then burst out laughing "What you want me to hug you instead" he asked smiling. I didn't know what to do "No" I giggled stupidly "just thank you so I know it was okay". Eddie turned back to his camera "Oh right, you want me to boost your ego and you end up like the rest of them". "The rest of who?" I asked confusingly. Eddie looked at me "Just don't change and become self centred like the other models" he said. I stood there completely confused by him, hell no actually I was looking at his body under his tight t-shirt before I caught myself. I walked behind the screen and never saw him look over his shoulder at me disappearing from view. Getting changed I was all thumbs and knew it was down to him. So distant yet so very close it was like I could still smell him as if he was close, and he was, leaning against the wall watching me. "Not bad for your first time Tom" he said smiling at me. I looked down fumbling with my bad "Thank you for going easy on me". Eddie laughed "For you I will go easy if it is your first time" he said, I didn't look up in case I looked embarrassed. I smiled still packing my bag, I stood up and looked at him "Let's see what tomorrow brings" I replied. He walked over and hugged me catching me by surprise "Just bring your A game back tomorrow and we will find out". Dazed and totally aroused I walked out of the studio and sat down opposite Steve waiting for my car to arrive to take me back to the hotel, so I may still be a little wet behind the ears but I knew that he appeared to be flirting with me and I loved it. Steve turned to look studying me for a moment. "Did you have fun with Eddie?" Steve asked "Only you didn't run out crying or frustrated". I looked at him curiously "He is nice to work with" I replied. Steve shot a surprised look "Nice?" he remarked "Hmm no one ever says he is nice to work with". "He was very helpful and patient" I said checking I had my phone. Steve shook his head "Gay and bad tempered, models hate working with him but he is one of the best". I chuckled more so knowing he was gay "Maybe people misunderstand him, he does know what he is doing" I replied. Steve laughed at me "Right, one photo shoot and your now a professional Tom from Texas". Steve leaned forward over his desk "Did he try it on with you, I mean your straight right?" he asked me. "No well I don't think he tried it on, flirted a little" I replied but didn't answer about my sexuality. "Eddie has a partner in New York but has casual sex here in LA. Bastard won't even look at me" Steve said huffing. I nodded "Oh so your gay?" I said rolling my eyes to the ceiling at my stupid remark. Steve looked at me "Are you really that stupid you didn't notice I was?". "Sorry I just haven't met that many gay people before" I replied honestly. Steve shrugged his shoulders "Anyway I don't have muscle or tattoos. That's what Eddie likes I his men". "Car is here" Steve called over "See you tomorrow Tom from Texas". Today really did go well and gave me a lot to think about, what I never expected to hear was learning Eddie was gay and I suppose attracted to him but from what Steve said he was hard to get and very specific in his taste of men. I hit the hotel pool and gym, had a little dinner before reading then having a facetime call with Brad, my one sanity check when I was away and it would be these weekly chats that I loved most when not at Medina. The second day and third day was much like the first except there was more people in the studio who I had never met but seemed to know Patricia and Eddie well. I was modelling summer beach wear which involved some quick changes on the scene in front of everyone but thankfully nothing to revealing was required at the moment. Eddie chatted as he photographed me often making me laugh and catching it on camera, he would pause and place his hands on my body moving me gently and encouraging me. The difference towards me was very clear to everyone in the room and they were perplexed, muttering to each other wondering but none of them knew the big ass secret I was hiding about my sexuality and that Eddie was pushing it to the surface. Well to me it was a secret and to them it was life. When I had a break Patricia came over with a robe for me to put on and I sat watching him photograph a different male model, Eddie showed none of the compassion or chatter that they had just seem with me. By lunchtime we finished with a few swimwear shots then I went behind the screen to change for my flight back to Texas and home. The studio emptied except for Eddie and me, excitingly they were all heading to Patricia's office to go through the photos. "You know I have never liked a model as much as I like you" he said surprising me standing there. "Why is that?" I asked "I mean I see how different you are with the other models" I explained. Eddie looked at me "Your different Tom, not pretentious like the ones that come through the door" he said. I shrugged my shoulder "I don't really get it" laughing as I replied. Eddie sat down on the stool "Your just Tom, the man behind the face and you are incredibly nice". "Thanks" I replied unable to even know what to say to him. Eddie smiled "You must get loads of girls throwing themselves at you, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I chuckled and shook my head "No" I replied and left it at that. "Boyfriend?" Eddie asked and turned to look at me, I couldn't answer, thankfully the door opened. Steve walked in "Tom from Texas your car is here and I have your flight details for next week" he called out. "Coming" I replied standing "I will see you next week" I said to Eddie who was fiddling with his camera. He looked at me and smiled "Definitely". Steve looked up from his desk as I approached "I will send you through your flight details Tom from Texas". I gazed at him "Stop calling me that" I bantered with him yawning "sorry I'm knackered, it's tiring". Steve tutted "So hard looking at a camera" he laughed "Oh the life of a model". "I am no model" I said chuckling as I walked away "See you next week". Steve turned in his seat "Awe bless The Model called Tom, I think that is what I will call you now, and for the record you are a model" he said smiling. Steve was beginning to be more friendlier towards me and we were getting on quite well. He told me he only liked me as I didn't act like other models which lead me to wonder what they must really be like, since he was the second person to tell me that. But he and most of the other people at Manon International just saw me as Tom from Texas, most just ignoring me. I didn't want fame or fortune or to be the sexiest male model alive, but the word Steve used in the office that day 'The Model Called Tom' would cause me to giggle when he referred to me in that way, those simple words would get banded around the office and before long that was how I would eventually be known. Part of me was glad to be heading home and looking forward to seeing everyone, it felt like so much had happened and I had been away months. I slept in until 10am after talking in to the early hours with my family, they were all interested to find out how things went and what I was wearing and who was I modelling for. I filled them in with as much as I could realising I knew very little only that it was a department store. I did some studying and caught up with my coursework and spent the weekend afternoons with Brad at the river reading and talking. Brad confessing to me how happy he was to have me back for a few days. But time flew and before I knew it I was back at the airport Sunday evening for my flight to LA and this would mark a significant point in my life...

Part 4 - Almost caught with my pants down The last six months with my partner were very difficult - we had drifted so far apart and I think we both knew it was over but neither of us seemed ready to end it. During this time I was fucking around quite a bit and took more than a few risks - and on a few occasions I came very close to getting caught cheating. One weekend we were staying down on the south coast with a friend of my partner's that he knew through work. I had met Paul on a few occasions and found that we didn't really have much in common but I hadn't met his partner. We drove down on the Saturday morning and arrived around lunch time. We all went out for lunch and I got chatting to Paul's partner, Sean. I liked Sean a lot and found we had a similar sense of humour and a number of shared interests. I also quite fancied him - he was in his late 20s, small and quite geeky looking, with dark hair and glasses - a look I really go for. We were starting to flirt a bit and, although we had to be careful in front of our partners, I got the feeling that he might be interested in me too. Our partners were going out on the Sunday afternoon to an exhibition and I couldn't help wondering if there might be a chance of getting together with Sean while they were out...... As it happened, I got my chance sooner than that. We went to bed that night but I wasn't really sleepy and after a while I said I would get up and get myself a cold drink. My partner nodded sleepily and I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T shirt and made my way quietly downstairs. When I went into the kitchen I found Sean sitting at the kitchen table. I explained I had come down for a cold drink and he smiled and said "Let me get it for you," He stood up and I saw that he was wearing only a T shirt and a pair of white pants that didn't leave much to the imagination. Sean saw me checking him out as he handed me my drink and grinned. He asked if my partner was asleep and I said I think so. We chatted for a while and then Sean pulled me towards him and soon we were kissing. He put his hand into my shorts and felt my cock as my hand went down the back of his pants and my finger found his arsehole. He pushed me gently against the worktop and got down on his knees. He pulled my shorts down and took my cock into his mouth. I leaned back and closed my eyes as Sean began to suck my cock. It was one of the best blow jobs I had ever had and I enjoyed every minute of it. Sean sucked me for a while and just as I was getting close to cumming, Sean stooped sucking me and stood up. I thought was going to get the chance to suck him now but he turned round and pulled his pants down. He bent forward, spat on his hand and then reached round and rubbed the spit into his arse. He repeated this a couple of times and then pushed his arse out, looking over his shoulder. I knew we were taking a big risk but there was no way I was going to pass on the chance to fuck his fit arse. I stood behind him, pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. My cock slid up him quite easily and he grunted as I began to fuck him. I knew we would have to be quick and I was quite close to cumming anyway, so I fucked him for a while and then took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder. He was moaning softly as I fucked him and after about ten or twelve more thrusts I told him I was going to cum. He reached round and pulled me close against him as I shot my load right up his arse. When I finished cumming I pulled out his arse and he turned round. I got down on my knees and he pushed his cock into my mouth and after I had sucked him for a short time he rewarded me with a nice big mouthful of cum. A short time later I was making my way quietly up the stairs and when I went into our room I was surprised to find my partner sitting up in bed reading. I had assumed he would be fast asleep and realised that he could easily have come downstairs looking for me. He asked me what had taken me so long and I said Sean was down there and we got chatting. My partner nodded and, putting his book down, said he was going to sleep. I laid awake for a little while, enjoying the taste of Sean's cum in my mouth and wondered if he was enjoying feeling of my load in his arse. The following afternoon our partners went out and Sean and I wasted no time. He led me to what was obviously a spare room and soon we were on the bed, kissing, sucking and licking. He sucked my cock again and then turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his tongue up my arse. Soon he was kneeling up on the bed and my tongue was deep in his arse. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while longer and then Sean lubed himself up and knelt up on the bed. I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. I fucked him for a while and then I pulled out and he laid on his back with his legs in the air as I pushed my cock back up his arse. I was getting close now and I told him I wanted to breed him in his own bed. He looked surprised but then his look changed to one of excitement and he nodded. I pulled my cock out his arse and he stood up and led me to the bedroom he shared with his partner. He knelt up on the bed and I pushed my cock up back up his arse. I was close now and I fucked him as hard as I could as he urged me on, telling me to fuck him harder and cum in his cheating arse. Hearing him say this pushed me over the edge and I shot what felt like a massive load of cum into him. A few months later my partner and I were spending a few days in Ibiza with a group of my partner's friends. I didn't have much in common with this group of friends - they had very clear views on cheating and on things like cruising,casual sex and darkrooms and were inclined in my view to be a bit judgemental - especially when it came to barebacking. They were nice enough guys though and I enjoyed the break but I was feeling bored and horny. On the second night we were all drinking in a bar in the old town. It was a nice modern bar and, needless to say, did not have a darkroom. The bar got very busy and I got chatting to a group of lads from the north of England. When they left to go on to another bar I went downstairs to the toilet. I had realised earlier on that, although the bar did not have a darkroom, it certainly had a very cruisy toilet. A number of guys were wanking at the urinal and as I watched this, the door to one of the cubicles opened and two lads came out, one of them buttoning up his jeans. The other lad was a slim, blond English lad I had seen the bar earlier on having a laugh and camping it up with some friends. He had clearly had a few drinks now and, as I got my my cock out and joined the guys wanking at the urinal , the blond lad went down on the guy next to me. It was all very horny and after a short time, the blond guy was down on his knees taking turns to suck me and the guy who had been wanking next to me. Once again I knew I was taking a big risk - my partner or any of the others in our group could come into the toilet at any time. After a short time, one of the cubicles became vacant and the blond lad got up and motioned to the two of us to follow him. Soon we were all in the cubicle and the blond lad was sitting on the toilet taking turns sucking us. After a short time he stood up, turned around, tugged his shorts and pants down and bent over the toilet. The other guy was up him in seconds. He was a fit guy, mid 20s, quite stocky, with a nice big thick cock and I was really turned on as I watched his big bare cock thrusting up the blond lad's pale, slim arse. He was one of a group of German lads I had seen on the beach earlier that day. He was fucking the blond lad hard now and before too much longer he threw his head back and pushed his cock hard up the blond lad's arse and held it there, obviously shooting a load of cum deep into him. When he pulled out I didn't hesitate. I pushed my cock up the blond lad's arse and began to fuck. His hole was slippery with cum and this turned me on even more. As I fucked him the other guy began to finger my arse and soon he was pushing his finger right up me as I shot my load up the blond lad. I wasn't sure how long I had been away from the bar and thought I had better get back. I pulled up my pants and left the cubicle just in front of the other two. As I washed my hands at the sink, one of our friends came into the toilet. Alistair was there with his partner, and although I didn't know him that well, I quite liked him. He nodded to me as I left the toilet and went back to join my partner and our friends. I hadn't been missed and thought I might take advantage of this to pay another visit to the toilet later on.... I chatted to some friends for a while and then I saw Alistair returning to the bar. He had been down there for some time and I couldn't help wondering if he had joined in the action in the toilet. I was curious - Alistair had always appeared very committed to his partner and I had heard him voicing strong feelings about casual sex and cheating on more than one occasion. I had another drink and then I noticed Alistair heading down to the toilet again. I waited a while in case he had just gone to take a piss - I knew he had had quite a lot to drink - and then when he did not return I made my way quietly down to the toilet. It was even busier now and all the cubicles were occupied. The walls of the cubicles went from the floor to the ceiling so there was no chance of seeing if Alistair was being a bad boy in one of them. There was a lot of wanking and sucking going on and the blond lad was now bent over the urinal being fucked. As I wondered just how many loads he now had up him I noticed a group of guys in a little recess area between the cubicles and the sinks. Two guys were fucking in the recess area and two other guys were watching and wanking and I saw straight away that one of them was Alistair. Alistair's had his back to me, his trousers and pants were down at his knees and I realised that Alistair had quite a fit, chunky arse. I had certainly never thought I would get to see it but here he was with his pants down in the toilet of a bar and I was curious to see how far he would go. He was kissing the other guy now as they wanked each other off. I decided to hang back so that he couldn't see me and after a while they stopped kissing and I watched as Alistair slid down and took the guy's cock in his mouth and began to suck him. The other two guys had finished fucking and moved away and Alistair and the other guy moved round so that the guy was leaning against the back wall as Alistair continued sucking his cock. I assumed he was going to suck the guy off and I was just thinking maybe I had better leave them to it and get back to the bar when Alistair stood up. They kissed for a while and then the guy offered him what was obviously a bottle of poppers. Alistair took a deep sniff, then turned round and leaned against the wall, pushing his arse out. The guy stepped up behind Alistair, pulled his cheeks apart, and pushed his bare cock slowly up Alistair's arse. He stopped for a minute to let Alistair get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - I knew Alistair was a bit drunk but I never thought in a million years I would see him let some random guy fuck him bareback in a toilet with his partner upstairs in the bar. He was taking a massive risk - they were hidden from sight but if his partner or one of the others came into the toilet they could easily be seen. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Alistair sniffing the poppers and wanking as the guy fucked him hard up the arse. I shot my load at the same time as the guy pumped his cum into Alistair's unprotected, cheating arse. I was quite close now and I watches as the guy pulled his cock out. I had a great view of Alistair's hole, gaping open with some cum sliding out of it and I wanked over that image quite a few times later. I knew a lot of guys often did things on holiday that they wouldn't do at home - but this was probably one of the most unexpected things I have ever seen and I couldn't quite believe I had witnessed it. A little later we were all back in the bar and soon we were all making our way back through the town to our accommodation, Alistair chatting happily to his unsuspecting partner. The following day we were all spending a day at the gay beach at Es Cavallet and we got the bus down there in the early afternoon. The bus was busy as it often was and it was standing room only by the time we got on. I looked at Alistair, standing with his partner and again thought back to the scene I had witnessed the night before. I was starting to feel a bit horny now and I could feel the guy standing behind me pressing against me. It was one of the lads from Manchester I had chatted to in the bar the night before, a fit, dark haired chubby guy called Mike. I wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose but I discretely pushed back against him. He moved slightly and soon I could feel his cock pushing against my arse through his shorts. I pushed gently back and we kept this up all the way to the beach. I had a definite hard on now and had to tie my sweat shirt round my waist when I got off the bus so that no one could see. I had enjoyed the experience and it had made me very horny and I hoped I might get the chance to go cruising in the dunes later on. I would have to be careful not to make it too obvious though. I enjoyed resting on the beach and swimming in the sea and just as I was feeling pleasantly relaxed I saw Mike making his way along the beach. He passed quite close to where we were and looked at me as he passed by. I looked around, no one was paying any attention and my partner was deep in a book so I said I fancied a walk along the beach. My partner barely looked up as he nodded and soon I was following Mike into the dunes at a discreet distance. I followed him for a while and soon we were in a little clearing by the sea. He grinned at me and took my hand, placing it on his cock which was now hard in his shorts. I had realised on the bus that he obviously had quite a big cock and when I pulled his shorts and pants down I was not disappointed. I sucked Mike's cock for a while and soon I was bent over sucking him and he was fingering my arse. I sucked him for a bit longer and then he produced some lube. I lubed up my hole and bent over. Mike produced a condom. "With or without?" he asked. "Without." I said and he grinned. Seconds later I was braced against a tree as Mike pushed his big thick cock slowly but surely right up my arse. He gave me a minute to get used to it and then he began to fuck me, slowly at first, and then he began to fuck me harder. I hadn't had a cock this big up my arse for quite some time and I enjoyed every minute of it. As we fucked, I had a great view of the sea, with the sun shining on it and I felt good. Mike was fucking me hard now and after a while he told me he was close and asked if he could cum in my arse. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. He asked me if I was sure and I nodded and almost immediately he started to cum in my arse. He seemed to cum for ages and when he had finished he pulled out and I went down on his cock and started sucking it. He grinned "You dirty cunt," he said. The last time I cheated was one of the most risky fucks I ever had and once again I came very close to getting caught. We were staying with a friend of my partner, Joe, and his new boyfriend, Rodrigo. Rodrigo and Joe had been together for about a year. Rodrigo was a very nice guy and he was also very attractive, dark skinned and well built with a lovely smile. He also had a very cute body and a fantastic arse. I found him really attractive, especially as Joe had let slip that Rodrigo had a really big cock. On this evening he was wearing shorts which did little to hide his massive packet. I found it hard to take my eyes off him, especially when he bent over to pick something up and I had a great view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. I realised he had picked up on my interest but he didn't seem to mind and I knew that nothing would come of it so didn't see any harm in flirting with him a little. That night as we were all going to bed I found myself alone in the living room with Rodrigo. He grinned at me and I could see his cock was hard in his shorts. He saw me looking and grinned again. As I watched, he pulled the front of his shorts down and I had a perfect view of his hard cock. He was still grinning as he wanked it a few times. Just then Joe called to him and he stuffed his cock in his pants and we both made our way up the stairs. The next morning we had planned to go out for breakfast but I was feeling tired and a bit off colour so decided to stay in bed. The others went out and I went back to sleep. I woke up later, feeling much better. I had a shower, then pulled on a T shirt and a pair of pants and made myself some tea and toast. I knew the others would not be long and so I sat down on the bed. I was horny and, as I thought back to Rodrigo with his cock out of his pants I began to play with myself. Just then I heard the front door open and a few minutes later someone came up the stairs. I thought it might be my partner but there was a tap on the door and then Rodrigo came in. "Hey," he said, with his trademark grin. "how are you feeling?" I told him I was feeling much better and he grinned again and came towards me. "We don't have long" he said as he pulled his cock out and seconds later I was down on my knees sucking him. He sighed as I sucked his cock and then I licked his big balls before going back down on his cock. I sucked him for a while longer and then I reached into my holdall and pulled out some lube. "Fuck me," I said. We both knew we would have to be quick and soon I was kneeling up on the bed and he was pushing his cock up my arse - neither of us mentioned condoms and soon he was right up me. I felt like I was being split in two as he began to fuck me. I was trying hard not to make too much noise as Rodrigo fucked me with his big thick cock. It was one of the best fucks I had ever had - a quick, hard, horny bareback fuck with an amazingly good looking guy. Rodrigo was fucking me even harder now and soon I could tell he was getting close. I could actually feel the cum pumping into my arse as he thrust up me again and again before he finished. Rodrigo was still up my arse when we heard the front door opening. He pulled out quickly, stuffed his cock back in his pants and disappeared out of the room just in time and I pulled the duvet over me, trying hard to stop the cum sliding out of my gaping arse. Soon we were all back downstairs and I couldn't help feeling a bit guilty when Joe commented that I still looked a bit flushed. I split with my partner shortly after that and never saw Joe or Rodrigo again. I knew the next few months would be difficult and they were but I was soon back on my feet again and enjoying some more horny bareback sex. I was no longer cheating - but the same could not be said for some of the guys I was fucking with........ Part 5 to follow

The first time we connected, we agreed to meet in a park where we made our transaction. Several times after that, he would meet me at my house, an hour late, or two hours late, or he wouldn’t show up at all. It drove me crazy, but dealers are hard to come by, and I knew that if I pissed him off, I’d probably have a tough time finding another connection. After we’d met up maybe half a dozen times, I guess he decided that he could trust me, and he started having me meet him at his apartment. That worked out great, no more having to wait around, hour after hour, for him to show up. He would answer the door, we’d make the transaction, and I was on my way. One Saturday afternoon, after the usual frustration of trying to connect with my dealer, I finally got him to answer his phone, and he told me to meet him at his apartment. Fine. At least I wouldn’t waste an entire afternoon waiting for him to show up at my house. No matter how many times I met up with my dealer, I was always extremely nervous, so I got in the habit of taking a couple of big hits on my bubbler, before I left the house. That always made the tension and nervousness roll right off of me. I pulled on a pair of 501’s, my boots, and my black leather motorcycle jacket (no shirt), and headed out. Traffic was good, and parking was easy, so it didn’t take me more than 15 minutes to get to his apartment. Apparently the leather motorcycle jacket look gave him the idea that I was in the mood for some action, because, for the first time, he invited me in. As soon as I was inside, he offered me his pipe, and, of course, I accepted. I took a good hit, then handed it back to him. After we each had taken a few hits, he asked me if I did G. I said, “Sure,” so he went out into the kitchen to mix it up with some Gatorade. He handed it to me, and I drank it right down, as usual. But, man, this was some strong assed stuff ! It made me feel extremely dizzy, and just before I passed out, my eyes closed, and I could feel him unzipping my jacket and tearing open my 501’s. The last thing I remember, I was sitting on the couch, feeling his mouth on my cock. When I came to, I was all put back together, but I was still feeling kind of dizzy. I couldn’t help but notice that, now, there were 2 more men in the apartment. It turned out that one guy was another customer, and the other guy was my dealer’s supplier. The customer was a hot young guy who looked like he was barely of age, if that. He and my dealer were passing the pipe back and forth, and my dealer asked him what he liked. He said that he liked sucking big dicks. My dealer said, “I’ve got a pretty big dick,” and he proceeded to haul it out. He wasn’t kidding. It must have been about 8” long, and quite thick, and cut, with a big helmet head on it. The kid wasted no time dropping to his knees, enthusiastically sucking my dealer’s hard cock. Soon, the kid stripped down, and he resumed sucking. I asked the kid if he wanted to have his cock sucked, too, and he said, “Yeh !” So, I went right to work on him. I’m one of those guys who gets Tina-dick, as soon as I start partying. Not these guys. I was surprised that, even though they’d both been hitting the pipe, over and over, their cocks stayed rock hard. While I happily sucked the entire length of the kid’s cock in and out of my mouth, my dealer placed his hands on the back of the kid’s head, and repeatedly forced his down into the kid’s throat, and held it there until he had to come up for air. It was fuckin’ hot to watch, and I wished that it was my throat that was getting fucked. Several times, the 4th guy in the apartment (my dealer’s supplier) mentioned that he needed a ride back to his house. After a while, the kid had to take off, so I volunteered to drive the supplier back to his house. Every time I think of that afternoon, I could kick myself for not hanging around. Maybe I could have had a nice long session partying with my dealer and sucking and riding his big cock. It was about a 30 minute drive to the supplier’s house, and we exchanged small talk, then he suddenly blurted out, “Have you ever thought about becoming a dealer ?” I admitted that I hadn’t, and he proceeded to give me kind of a soft sell proposition. “You want some real quality shit, not that stuff he’s dealing you, that’s been cut so many times that you can hardly raise a decent cloud.” Well, he was certainly right about that. I told him I’d give it some serious thought, and I’d let him know. When we got to his house, he said, “Come on in. I’ll show you some real quality shit.” No way was I going to refuse THAT offer. I parked the car, and we went inside. Having never been in a supplier’s house, I didn’t know what to expect, but it looked pretty much like any other average house. He quickly gave me the ten-cent-tour, casually mentioning the sling that was hanging from a couple of beams in the ceiling of one of the bedrooms. Of course, my eyes lit up when I saw that. Back in the living room, he told me to have a seat, while he went out to the kitchen to get a couple bottles of water. When he returned, he also had what I was pretty sure was his “stash” kit. Smart guy, I thought. Being a supplier, he must have had a fairly large quantity of Tina, well hidden, somewhere in the house, and he kept a small “stash kit,” just for regular use. “Have you ever done hot rails,” he asked me ? I said that I had done, a couple times. “Wait’ll you try this shit,” he said. “This shit will knock you on your ass ! But, in a good way.” And, he laughed. I was surprised that the only thing in his “stash kit” was one small baggie, about half filled with very finely crushed Tina. Again, he was being smart, not keeping everything in one place. From one room, and then another, he retrieved a large mirror, a long glass rod, and a lighter. After placing the mirror on the coffee table, in front of me, he layed out a couple of fat lines of the Tina, then he proceeded to move a steady blue flame up and down the tip of the glass rod. When he determined that the glass rod was blistering hot, he handed it to me, and said, “There you go. Do that one,” pointing to one of the lines on the mirror. I put the glass rod to my nose, and very quickly sucked up the entire line of finely crushed Tina, holding the smoke in my lungs for a second, before blowing out a huge white cloud. “You feel that,” he asked ? He already knew the answer. He could see my bulging eyes and dilating pupils,as the rush intensified and i gasped for breath, my head and chest feeling hot, and my heart beating a mile a minute. Again, he laughed. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to get out of my clothes, which I did. I could feel my hole twitching, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock as I watched him reheating the glass rod. Then, he handed the rod to me, and told me to continue heating it. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When he returned, he was minus all of his clothes, and wearing nothing but a steel cock ring and a pair of black leather chaps, with his big black cock hanging down, very thick and heavy. Showing a big grin, all I could say was, “Whoa !” “I thought you might like that,” he said, as he took the glass rod from me, and heated it a little more, before he bent down and snorted the second line. Immediately, he grabbed the back of my head, and pressed his lips to mine, and shotgunned the cloud into me, completely filling my lungs. Now, I really was reeling. “Chug down that bottle of water, then follow me,” he said. I was more than happy to do as I was told. He handed me a black jock strap, and said, “Here; try this on.” I pulled it on, glad to cover my ever shrinking Tina-dick, and turned back and forth to see if he approved. He smiled and nodded. “Go ahead and hop in the sling,” he told me, which I was more than happy to do.

Figure I'd put the opposite thread out there as well. We've all had our annoyances with regards to bathhouses and sex clubs. Let's try and get a discussion going about the benefits of these places. What are the positive (no pun intended) aspects of these places? I'll start it off: 1. It removes the "glass veil" of the mobile phone screen - the person you see is the person in the flesh; no guessing as to what they are really going to look like. I think the only surprise would be what they may be packing under the towel. 2. You realise you may have broader tastes in men than you thought. Similar to the above, you may see a guy in person that, if you saw his photo on an app, you'd pass him by. In the flesh, though, you sometimes discover this hidden sexual energy that could lead to some amazing fucking sex! 3. There's little secret as to why everyone is there. You rarely have this dance of "is this a date, is this a hookup, what is this" that you sometimes get when meeting guys elsewhere. I'm not exactly going there to read a library book, after all (that may be showing my age a bit). 4. Honestly, it's a great way to relax. Once I'm in, I usually head straight to the jacuzzi and just kick back for a bit. Gives you a good chance to check out the options as well. Will be interesting to see what some of you hot fuckers can add to this.

Last Saturday night I was chatting with this pretty 18 year old. He was sitting wide-eyed on a bench outside the showers, ogling the guys strutting their stuff. I sat down beside him and said, "Hi." It was his first time at the Baths, and he was nervous. He found the atmosphere intimidating and was scared to death of "catching something." He wanted sex (at least he said he did); but all the guys were too old or fat or withered or diseased. And he was shocked by all the "unsafe sex." Several guys walked by clutching little vials, and he asked me what Poppers did for them. He'd never tried them. "They're no big deal, really. They just relax you and make you feel more sociable." "Got any?" "In my locker. Be right back." But they weren't in my locker. I had 'em stuffed in the waist folds of my towel all along. I just needed an excuse to find my bud. Adam was sitting in the TV Room. He'd already noticed the cute thing I was with, as had everybody in the Club by then. "Gonna fuck him?" "He's pretty green. It's his first trip here, and he's scared to death. I need your help. You get first dibs." I told him we'd meet him in the Maze, then hurried back to the Kid. He was relieved to see me round the corner as some "Sleazy Old Trolls" had put the make on him. I handed him the bottle and told him to take a little sniff to see how they affected him. He did so, maybe for a moment longer than I would have recommended, then moaned that he felt "nice and hot." "Now there's the understatement of the year!" I asked him if he’d like to take a tour; and he said, "Yes." Upon spotting the "Sleazy Old Troll" who'd groped his Ass, he kept close on my tail. Once again he asked to borrow my Poppers. I told him to hang onto them. I had a feeling the Kid would need them a helluva lot more than I before the night was through. "Geez, thanks." He took a deep whiff and turned red. "They sure work wonders. Lemme know when you want 'em back." We entered the Maze and stood just inside the door, back lit only by a dim red light. The moaning emanating from the dark passages beyond was supplanted by the slap of flesh on flesh. Unnerved, the Youth uncapped the bottle and took another whiff. That's when Adam slipped behind him, and I stepped back into the shadows. The Kid sniffed from the bottle while Adam worked his Ass. I don't know what sweet-nothings my bud whispered in his ear, but they took off for Adam's room. As I waited for the outcome of their little tryst, I entered the bowels of the Maze in search of LOVE. An unlubed finger snaked up my Butt. Annoyed, I turned to confront my uncouth suitor, and discovered it was Alan. He led me to his room. The Kid was lying on his stomach. "Why's he sleeping?" "Well, he wanted to try something a little stronger than Poppers; and all I had was GHB." "Great! We can't leave him here like this!" But Adam is one of those imperturbable buggers whom nothing fazes. Between the two of us, we dragged the Kid back to the Maze and strapped him in the leather Sling. The Kid looked so angelic, his legs in stirrups high above his head, his glistening Mancunt soft and beckoning. I guess Adam couldn't help himself. After depositing a 2nd POZ LOAD up the Boy's Mancunt, he took off, leaving me alone with Poisoned Beauty. I reached down, dug my finger in his Pussy, and came away with a digit drenched in Spooge. I marveled at how salty. Adam's Seed is always salty. "AH, POZ CUM!" I sighed dramatically, recollecting the day two years before when Adam confided he was POZ. I'd always suspected I'd been the one who bred his Ass, but never breathed a word of it to anyone. I glanced down at Sleeping Beauty. Such a sweet Pussy! We were alone. He'd never be more fuckable. I shuddered as the 3rd POZ LOAD of the evening spurted up the Young Man's Ass. I headed for the showers to join my Bud, then to his room for a catnap. 2 A.M! Time to check on our Progeny. There was a lot of traffic in the Maze. One of the fabled "Old Trolls" stopped me excited. "Fuck! You should see what's going on." Still secured in the Sling was our Sacrificial Lamb. As I nudged my way amongst the damp towels, I realized what I'd first perceived as a mulling muck of Cocks and Balls was actually an orderly queue of Bareback Tops intent on breeding the Young Twink. "What's with the Kid?" I asked the Dude up next to dip his wick. "A PNP Boy who's overdosed," came his educated guess. "Then how cum he's strapped in like that?" "Must be a Cum Addict as well. Look. Do me a favor. Save my place. I'll be right back. I gotta piss." "No, wait. I know that Kid. He's into Watersports. Piss down his throat, then fuck his Ass." Word spread like wildfire. And so it was that one Top after another, the old, the infirm, the obese, and the diseased, joined ranks to fill both the Youngster's Holes with Piss and Cum. I saw the Kid take five dirty Loads at least. Of course he had it cuming. Justice rendered is justice deserved. They hadda take the Kid down a notch. The Punk was simply too goody two-shoes. I watched a pair of "Old Trolls," with purple KS lesions dotting their bodies, shoot up the Young Man's Butt. He was sure gonna be sore in the morning—not to mention the AIDS VIRUS which would make his life a Living Hell. I had to smile.

I went to Club Dallas on Friday night. Got a room, and was laying there stroking my cock and watching guys. This hot, sexy latino guy walks in and starts to suck me. After a few minutes, he sat on my face and I ate his ass while he sucked me. Then he lowered himself on my raw cock, riding me for a good 30 minutes before I shot deep inside him. Afterwards, he asked if I had cum inside him, I said yes (thinking I told you I was cumming) and he said that was his first ever raw load. Got his number !!!!

last time I was at Nud I barebacked at least 15 different bums, maybe more - you know what the dark areas are like, you move from bum to bum and then you find yourself fucking a hole and not sure if you're already been inside it, only thing to do, fuck it more

I think people often see dominance and submission as more of a performance than what it usually is - a subtle undercurrent. The best D/s sex is where you are seen as what you are and its coaxed out of you by your connection and the intensity of the play. Real power and control is subtle, not a big show of bluster. I enjoy when a Dom coaxes me out past my comfort zone into a place that gives him pleasure, but also allows me to feel pride in my growth under him. At the same time, I'd enjoy working with a submissive top in expanding their comfort zones. I'm often read as a Dom and placed in that role, but have no interest in penetrating, only in being penetrated. I do, however, have interest in controlling particular types of men and in shaping them, and forcing them to penetrate who, what, and how I'd like. It's called a Dominant/submissive dynamic for good reason - it's dynamic.

love guys who kiss,love kissing

Did I want to become Poz NO but I went down that road of being fuck raw doings lot of PNP and not taking PrEP the way I should. I took my first raw dick at 17 and tested Poz at 21. Do I regret it no so today I’m undetectable with some small heath problems but still taking raw dick.

I used to feel the same way. Used to think i was straight. But the more men I’ve been with and the more I’ve accepted that I’m a beta-fag. I’ve learned that I don’t really have a say in the matter. If the guy topping me wants to kiss I will oblige. I’ve actually started to love it. The sloppier the better.

The real thing looks pretty nice. Didn't need to be morphed.

THIS IS WHAT I WANT DEEP IN MY GUTS THE CRUEL CONDOM

I hope it is OK to post a *possible* conclusion to an unfinished story... it has been a few years since the author last posted. This is how I imagine things going... Part X The skinhead led me back to the corridor where all the side rooms were, and managed to find an empty one. We went in and he closed the door. "I think if you had stayed there much longer you would have ended up being gang banged in a sling!" he laughed. "Which might be hot, but not for your first time." "Thanks for saving me", I said, although I was secretly a bit disappointed. My cock was so hard and I felt so horny that I really just wanted to get off. "No problem" he said, straddling the bench in the middle of the room, and pulling me down to sit facing him. "You managed to hang on the the poppers?" he laughed, taking them from my hand, and pulling off my towel, releasing my now achingly hard cock. I hadn't even realised that I still had them, everything was becoming a blur. He removed his own towel, letting his cock flop out on the bench between his legs. It was only semi-hard, but still huge. Suddenly all I wanted to do was suck it back to hardness. I leaned forward, licking my lips. "You like my cock, don't you?" he asked, quietly, gently guiding my head down to his crotch. "Mmm hmm" I mumbled, taking it in my mouth. As I did I heard him spit in his hand and he reached down my back, to my now naked ass and rubbed the spit on my hole. I focused on taking his cock as deep in my throat as I could, before it became totally hard again. He continued applying spit to my hole, gently massaging and probing me with his fingers. After a while he stopped and told me to turn around, with my back to him. "I don't want to cum too soon" he said, "and I think you deserve to get rimmed after you rimmed that guy in the sling. See how it feels." Reluctantly I let his cock fall from my mouth and turned around. He pushed me forward so I was laying down on my front, and then he handed me the poppers. "Try sniffing these", he said, "it will make it feel even better." Then before I could even open the poppers he grabbed my hips, pulling my cheeks apart and licked my hole. It felt so amazing I almost dropped the poppers! He licked some more, and gradually pushed his tongue in to my hole. He was being so kind and gentle, and his mouth was so warm and the feeling was so amazing, that I felt totally relaxed and safe even as he began to insert one then two fingers inside my ass, gently twisting them around. I was so naive and enjoying the moment that I didn't realise he was preparing to fuck me. "Sniff the poppers now" he said, so I removed the cap and took a quick sniff. The smell was a bit gross. "Again, more" he said "you get used to the smell." I sniffed more and I felt my body flushing and I could feel my ass relax around his fingers. "That's better he said, " pushing in a third finger, "I don't think your friend is coming, do you?" "No" I said quietly. I was so off my head that I had forgotten all about Mr Perfect. I realised the bastard had stood me up. The skinhead removed his fingers from my ass and told me to turn over on my back. As I lay back down he grabbed lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed me, and as he did I felt his thick cock sliding in my ass crack, rubbing over my hole and trying to find its way inside. "You still want to save yourself for him?" he asked, spitting on his cock and rubbing it over my hole which was already relaxed enough for the tip to go inside. "Or you want to go home?" This was supposed to be the day I would get fucked by the perfect guy, and he had bailed. I was horny before I got to the sauna and everything that had happened since was making it worse. My cock was so hard it ached. Fuck it, I decided, I took another big sniff of poppers and told him "No, I want you to fuck me." "That's my boy" he said, pushing his cock harder in to my ass just as the poppers hit me "It may hurt a bit at first, but soon you will love it." As he said that he pushed so hard that the head of his cock forced its way in to my virgin hole. The pain was intense, like being split in two! "Fuck!" I yelled. "Just relax" he said, holding still for a moment before pushing in some more. "Use the poppers." Evan as he pushed futher inside I felt the pain gradually ease, Eventually he was all the way in and I could feel his pelvis press against my ass. He leaned forward and kissed me again, holding his cock inside me as I adjusted to the strange sensation of being full, in pain and more turned on than I have ever been. Part XI Just at that moment, the door opened and someone came in. "There you are!" Skinhead broke off the kiss and we both looked up to see the black guy from the changing room earlier. "Mind if I watch?" he said, locking the door and dropping his towel to reveal a huge cock. "Sure" said the skinhead, although he didn't look too pleased. He began moving his cock in my ass, slowly back and forwards. "Why don't you suck his dick?" he said to me. The black guy came closer and offered me his cock. It was so thick I wasn't sure I could open my mouth wide enough, but I stuck out my tongue and sucked the head as best I could. "Good boy" said the black guy, gently pushing my head with his hand so he could work his cock deeper in to my mouth. I could also see him run his other hand down the skinheads back to his ass, where he seemed to be urging the skinhead to fuck me deeper. At this point I wasn't thinking I was just feeling. The skinhead's cock was making my ass feel amazing, it felt like I could feel the cock ring rubbing over my prostate. I sucked on the cock in my mouth as best I could, but was still only able to take a few inches. Suddenly the black guy withdrew his cock from my mouth and went over to where dropped his towel and picked up a small bottle. "I brought some lube in case our young virgin needed it, but I guess not. Seems a shame to waste it, though." He squeezed some on his fingers and walked back over to the bench. To my surprise, instead of somehow applying it to my ass or the skinheads cock, he began rubbing it in to the skinheads hole. "Oh shit that burns!" said the skinhead, freezing. "Yeah, it's special lube" said the black guy "I heard it was your favourite. Loosens you right up. Maybe we can get you in the sling later? That's how you got your tattoo, isn't it?" He said, pushing three lubed fingers into skinhead's hole. "You always manage to fuck the fresh virgins before anyone else, so I think it's only fair if I fuck you while you fuck him" he said, lubing up his cock and shoving it in to skinheads ass in one powerful thrust. Part XII to follow if people want it.

PART 4 He got a look in his eye that I craved. Carnal. He told me to lie back and I obeyed. He lay on top of me and we started to make out fiercely. His hands roamed my body past my cock which was not erect and to my hole. the second I felt him at my ass I knew I needed it. I craved it. He knew what I needed and well and pushed his fingers in. My ass was ready for it and more. he fingered me and I greedily took it all while enjoying every heightened sensation. He moved around and his beautiful hard cock was in my mouth. I got him nice and wet, then he turned me over onto my stomach with force, pulled my ass up and shoved his prick in my awaiting hole. It was heaven. I was luxuriating in the feel of his rough fuck. The next hour flashed by in hot moment of other worldly pleasure. Flesh. Cock. Hole. Cum. It felt like moments, it felt like a lifetime. I felt so connected to this man who had opened my world. Around halfway through the second hour he said the sexiest thing: He asked, holding up the syringe "are you ready for more?". "Yes" He set to work prepping round two and then tied off my arm again, I was transfixed on the process this time. I felt connected to the rig as it flashed, loved the slow urgency with which he emptied the contents into my vein. Again a mischievous grin crossed his face "A bit more this time." he untied the tourniquet and said simply "Enjoy, pig" My ears started ringing. I couldn't breath. A cough- the feeling of complete freedom, horniness and pleasure overtook me. I touched myself all over. I was right next to him. touching my cock and staring at his needle like it was porn. Watching him slam was better than any of the slam videos I'd seen. It made me hot all over to see his blood register and I undid his tourniquet. He coughed and as soon as that cleared grabbed me and we kissed as if it was the only thing in the world, because for us it was. Passion like I'd never experienced, we quickly moved through what had up til then been in my repetoir and started to play with new things. Hours passed in a frenzied, naked, carnal moment. Things started to calm down a little and I came back into my body enough to realize the time. Shit- My room mate would be home from work soon. I had to end this, had to get him out. She couldn't see me like this, she couldn't know. But... I wasn't ready to be done. The thought alone filled me with yearning. I had just been set free by this gorgeous man with his taut body and beautiful ways. I told him my room mate would be home soon and he'd have to go. As if sensing my hesitation he said "Do you want me to go?" "No, but..." "Do you want to go with me?" "Go with you to where?" He reached out his hand "Do you want to go with me?" he asked with more authority. Less question and more command. I was a smart guy I thought through the possibilities of where this could go. I knew I should have said no. I knew I was in over my head already and too much adventure for one day... who knew what would happen. But in spit of all this rational thought... "Yes." "Yes, what?" "I want to go with you... sir" End part 4 Two more parts to go for this particular story

I stayed here a couple of years ago when I was working in the area, stayed a friday and saturday night. Left the lights off and the door latched so it wouldn't close. At first I thought nothing would happen, but about 1am I could hear guys walking around, suddenly a guy came in and started feeling my arse. I heard his belt buckle hit the floor and he was on the bed sliding into my lubed hole. No mention of condoms. As he fucked me more guys came in and I reckon for two hours I was hardly without a cock inside me Make sure you lock up your belongings though as you WILL have visitors!

Trex slowly pulled the half inflated butt plug out of me, leaving my hole gaping. Then, he walked over to the shelf, and picked up the baggie of Tina, and sorted through it until he found a shard about the size of his fingernail. Handing it to Dantrell, he said, “Here. Push this big shard just a little way into your piss slit, then shove your lubed up cock into Danny’s hole. That’s it. Keep going until you can feel the head of your dick up against his inner ring.” Dantrell followed Trex’s instructions, then said, “Okay.” Trey said, “You’re there, up against his inner ring ?” Dantrell said, “Yeh, I can feel it.” Then, Trex handed the bottle of poppers to me, and told me to take several hits. When he saw my face becoming really flushed, he told Dantrell to gradually push his cock head against my inner ring. “Whoa,” Dantrell said, as I let out a yelp, and Trex knew that Dantrell’s cock head had popped through. Continuing his instructions, Trex told Dantrell to push out a small stream of chem piss. When he did, he felt the big Tina shard shoot out of his piss slit, deep into my guts. Trex said, “Perfect. Now, let’s wait a few minutes for that to dissolve. In the mean time, go ahead and fuck him, but not too deep, yet. Oh, and hand the bubbler pipe to him, and make him take a couple of hits.” Then, Trex took the red plastic cups from the shelf and headed back into the kitchen. When he returned, he was juggling 3 cups, handing one to me, one to Dantrell, and saving one for himself. Dantrell said, “G ?” And, Trex replied, “You know it,” as all 3 of us drained the cups down our throats. Next, Trex told me to take several more hits of poppers, and he told Dantrell to push his cock deep inside my hole, again. “Push right through that inner ring,” Trex said. “Yeh, man, give him the entire length of your BBC. That’s what he needs.” At first, Dantrell kept his cock deep inside my hole, fucking in and out of my inner ring. Then, he switched to pulling his cock back farther, then punching it all the way back through my inner ring, with every thrust. “How does that feel,” Trex asked me ? “Fuck ME,” was my reply ! “That’s fucking incredible !” For more than a half hour, Trex kicked back, occasionally hitting the bubbler pipe, and watching Dantrell’s big long cock giving my hole a good workout. The Tina and the G had me flying high. I was obviously tweaked, and loving the intense fucking that my hole was getting. Soon, Trex blew out a huge white cloud and stood up. “Time for the big one,” he announced ! “Here, I know you’re going to need these,” he said as he handed the bottle of poppers to me. At the same time, he motioned for Dantrell to pull his cock out of my hole, which he did, very gradually, revealing inch after inch of his BBC, until it finally fell out of my gaping hole, and flopped around. I was lying back, my ass a few inches off the end of the sling, my feet in the stirrups, and my legs spread wide, an open invitation for Trex’s BBC. I watched Trex lubing up his thick monster cock, and as he approached my hole, I started snorting the poppers, moving the bottle back and forth, from one nostril to the other, each time taking a big hit, and holding my breath as long as I could, feeling my heart slam and my head pound, until I felt the head of Trex’s cock pushing into me. That was the easy part because his cock head was nowhere near the huge girth of his shaft. Even though my head was spun from all the Tina and G and poppers, I still let out a loud gasp when Trex started forcing his shaft inside of my hole. “Come on ! You want this BBC ? Push back against it ! Come on ! Take it ! Take it ! Trex continually coached me while taking a few steps forward, pushing me and the sling backwards, and increasing the pressure of his cock against my hole until the huge shaft suddenly broke through and the thighs of Trex’s black leather chaps made a loud slap against my ass. Sweat rolled down the sides of my face, and I could see thatTrex was sweating, too. Right now, he knew enough to stay very still, his monster thick cock completely buried in my hole, letting me relax and get used to it’s size. “Holy FUCK,” I yelled out ! “I wasn’t sure I could do it.” Trex told Dantrell to hand him a couple of paper towels. He handed one to me, and we both wiped the sweat from our faces. “Good job, Danny boy ! We need to celebrate.” He told Dantrell to reload the bubbler pipe. Then, he told him to hand the torch and the pipe to me, and ordered me to take several big hits. Next, while Trex was hitting the pipe, he could feel me moving my ass in the sling, fucking myself up and back an inch or two on Trex’s massive cock. Trex blew a huge cloud down toward my hole, then he grinned, knowing that his BBC was in charge, and that my hole wanted it, wanted it fucking me. Handing the bubbler pipe and the torch back to Dantrell, Trex told me to hit the poppers, again, and, as I did, Trex pulled his cock back about half way, then slowly shoved it all the way back in, again. I moaned loudly, and pushed my hips forward, signaling to Trex how fucking good it felt. Trex responded by pulling back most of the way, then slamming back in, in one quick motion. My entire body shuddered, and I yelled out, “OH, FUCK, YEH !” For the next 10 or 15 minutes, Trex kept pounding his BBC in and out of my hole, only occasionally stopping for a few seconds to let me hit the poppers. When, he felt like taking a break, he let Dantrell have a turn, marveling at how my ass was able to take Dantrell’s big long cock punch fucking my inner ring. Dantrell and Trex kept taking turns pounding the hell out of my insatiable ass, and pumping load after load of cum into me, only stopping long enough to fuck more shards deep inside my ass, to make me hit the pipe, and down a few more doses of G. The session ended up lasting about 36 hours, with all 3 of us feeling pretty well warn out. I had received 5 big loads of cum blasted deep inside my ass. Before I left, Trex shoved a large butt plug up my hole, and told me to keep it in for at least 24 hours, to be sure that I had completely absorbed all those chemmed up loads of cum.

Holy fuck ! The inflatable butt plug that Trex had shoved up my hole, felt enormous ! Trex asked me, “How does that feel ?” “Huge,” I said ! He said,“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. He handed me another bottle of water and told me to chug it all down. Trex took a minute to check his messages, then he told me that a buddy of his was going to be stopping by to pick up some “supplies,” and that the guy would probably be hanging around for a while. “Right now, I think you need some more TINA,” Trex said, his deep voice booming ! He retrieved the torch from the shelf, lit it, then, instead of handing the bubbler pipe to me, he applied the torch to the bottom of the bowl, and told me to stroke his cock while he took a hit. He was so fucking thick that my hand didn’t come even close to going all the way around it. He groaned loudly, as I stroked my hand up and down the length of his monster cock. “YEH,” he called out ! His cock got harder and thicker, and he kept flexing it while he steadily pulled the clouds into his lungs. For a few seconds, he held his breath and returned the pipe and the torch to the shelf. Then, he leaned over and blasted a huge Tina cloud right down my throat. He grinned when I blew the cloud back out, and watched it wafting all over his BBC. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When Trex came back into the room, he had a red plastic cup in each hand. “I think Danny boy is ready for a little G ! But, first, you need to hit the pipe, again.” I felt like I was already flying pretty high. Don’t get me wrong. I was feeling great ! Trex placed the red cups on the shelf, then handed the lit torch and the bubbler pipe to me, and he stroked his cock as he watched me take a hit. After I blew out a big cloud, Trex placed the pipe and the torch back on the shelf, and he picked up the red plastic cups, handing one to me, and he said, “Cheers,” just before we both gulped down the G. While we waited for the G to kick in, Trex pinched and twisted my nipples, driving me wild, and I stroked his BBC, still absolutely in awe over the size of it. A few minutes later, Trex moved around to the end of the sling, and he turned the release valve on the inflatable butt plug, causing it to make a loud whoosh as the air rushed out of it. He slowly pulled the deflated butt plug out of me, and checked to see if everything was alright. Now that my Tina charged hole was empty, I was feeling desperate to get fucked. Plus, I could feel the G kicking in, and it was really making my head spin. I saw Trex grinning at me. He knew what I was feeling. Again he lubed up the butt plug, and pushed it only about half way inside of my hole before he started inflating it, “Awwwww, YEH,” I moaned, as the butt plug grew thicker and thicker, stretching my opening. “Oh, FUCK, that feels good !” “Yeh,” Trex said ? How about now,” as he popped the butt plug past my opening, then pulled it all the way out, again ? “Holy FUCK,” I said, just before he popped it back inside my opening and proceeded to fuck it in and out of me, repeatedly, rattling the chains on the sling as it swung up and back. “Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK” was all I could say. When the doorbell rang, Trex shoved the butt plug all the way inside my hole, and left the room. It seemed like a long time before he returned, but it might have been only less than a minute. “Hey, Danny boy, this is Dantrell. Dantrell, this is Danny,” Trex said, making the quick introductions. “Hell, yeh, I think this’ll do just fine,” Dantrell said, looking me up and down. Trex gestured his hand toward the shelf, a silent invitation for Dantrell to help himself to the pipe, which he quickly accepted. While Dantrell fired up the bubbler pipe, and took one hit after another, Trex went back to working the partially inflated butt plug in and out of my hole, stretching my opening, more and more, his BBC flexing regularly as it got harder and harder. Trex said, “Hey, Dantrell; how about getting out of those clothes ? Show Danny boy here what you got ? As a guy who is addicted to cock, especially BBCs, I was watching Dantrell’s every move. And, he definitely didn’t disappoint. First, he stripped off a long sleeved flannel shirt that was already unbuttoned, followed by a baggy tee shirt, and an untied pair of high tops. As he slid down his equally baggy jeans, and stepped out of them, I could see what appeared to be a very impressive dick, flopping around inside his blue and green plaid boxer shorts. And, when he stripped off the boxer shorts, I was a lot more than impressed. While Trex’s cock was definitely a lot thicker, Dantrell certainly had him beat, in length.

BBC

Everybody lies, Jake thought to himself as he knocked on his next trick's door. Jake pulled the same routine that had worked for him a few times before. When he met Chris, he explained that he had a 85% hearing deficiency in both ears. It was a total lie, but the only way Jake figured he could fuck a nice ass raw since he found out he was poz a year before. They were almost twins: both in their earlier 20s at nearly 5 ft 11, 130 pounds, with slight athletic builds. J ake was a slight shade tanner than Chris, but, otherwise, as Chris joked at one point, they could pass as each other's stunt double should the need arise. Chris was very excited to see Jake. After exchanging small talk, and enjoying a couple glasses of wine, Jake found himself on the floor of Chris' living room while he artfully injected his tongue down Chris's throat. The makeout session progressed quickly to Chris' bed. Jake was getting excited thinking about the devious plan about to unfold as Chris aggressively gave Jake head. Jake matched Chris' aggressiveness and flipped him onto his back and went down on Chris' rock-hard dick. Jake let his tongue stroll around Chris' balls, and found its way to Chris' smooth, tight hole. Quickly, Jake jabbed his tongue at the hole as if a prelude for the bigger jab he had planned for Chris, who responded by moaning and bucking his hips. "Damn, that feels amazing." Chris said, which encouraged Jake to tongue-fuck his hole even more aggressively. Jake made sure to leave a lot of spit on the hole to aid the upcoming penetration. Jake lifted up Chris' legs and positioned himself missionary-style to enter Chris' hole. Chris was caught a little off-guard by the sudden movements but quickly asked, "Are you clean?" As he had done many times before with many guys, Jake pretended to not hear Chris's question properly and answered, "Yeah, I'm a top." Chris wasn't sure if Jake really heard and understood the question, but, he didn't have time to protest, as Jake quickly slipped his thick cock head into Chris' hole. "Mmmmm...." Chris moaned while Jake pressed the rest of himself inside his hole. Jake didn't have an especially long cock, but it was thick from tip to base; and he knew how to use it to minimize pain and maximize pleasure. Many guys would attest, he was a natural top. "Just don't cum in me" Chris said in a louder than usual voice to try and ensure his 'deaf' lover would hear. Jake answered unexpectedly, "Yeah, it feels good. You're hot!" Chris was turned on by the thick tool filling his hole, but was also concerned that Jake wasn't hearing him. He raised his voice a notch and repeated his instruction "Don't cum in me." Again, Jake disregarded the remark and offered a reply that didn't fully make sense, "Yeah, okay, I can go faster" quickening his pace. The concern roaming about in Chris' head quickly faded as the thick cock in his ass quickened from a moderate thrusting to a full on ass-pounding. "Oh fuck!" Chris blurted out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck.!" Jake continued the frantic pace, "I love fucking your ass. I can't wait to cum inside you!" "No..." Chris moaned, "no cum!" Jake kept fucking and retorted, "Yeah, I shoot a big load" as he continued to fake his obliviousness. Jake gave Chris a few especially deep thrusts to distract him from the conversation. And it worked. "Oh my GOD!" Chris had a difficult time saying as he alternated between clenching his teeth and gasping for air, "Feels so .. fucking.. GOOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Jake continued to drill Chris' hole, while Chris grabbed at Jake's cock as if trying to prevent the cum building-up inside to prevent it from escaping. "You want more?" Jake asked. "Yes! God yes! FUCK ME ! FUCK ME!!!" Chris wailed. "Ready for my cum?!" Jake asked as he continued his vicious assault on Chris' ass. Jake was rock-hard at the thought of unloading his poz jizz into his hot, unsuspecting victim. "Fuck! unh... no... please don't cum in me!" Chris yelled in an even louder voice. "Good. You're gonna get it" Jake replied as he continued the assault on Chris' ass. Again Chris attempted to make himself understood "Don't cum. Please don't cum in me!" Jake didn't hesitate with his response, "Fuck yeah, beg for my cum!" as he continued piston-fucking. Chris was growing anxious that Jake didn't seem to hear him properly, but he was also getting close to cumming, and his better judgment was quickly slipping away. Ever the experienced one, Jake leaned forward and covered Chris's mouth with one hand as he continued to fuck. He probed a couple of fingers into Chris' mouth so that Chris could no longer verbally protest. "I'm gonna fill your ass with so much cum!" Jake insisted. Chris tried to protest and moan, but Jake held his fingers firmly on his tongue and Chris's words were not recognizable. Chris gave in to the pleasure and forcefulness of Jake and expel Jake's fingers long enough to announce his change of heart, "Yeah FUCK ME! Cum in me!" Jake and Chris were both nearly ready to blow their loads. Chris was virtually panting with anticipation as he felt Jake's cock tighten even more in his hole. "Take my charged load, you slut!" Jake yelled as he unloaded deep inside Chris' hole. Chris was slightly puzzled by the word "charged" but didn't give it much of a thought as he felt his ass getting slippery and wet. A fraction of a second later, Chris was jerking his cock and shooting his load all over his chest and stomach. "Oh fuck!!!" Chris yelled as he felt Jake's cum filling his hole, his own cum exploding onto his torso. Jake slowed down but still slowly fucked his cum into Chris' hole a few more times to make sure Chris got every drop. Chris pulled Jake into an embrace and kissed him passionately. Jake pulled away for a moment, "Thanks for letting me cum in you. That was amazing." Chris responded only by kissing Jake again. Nothing like a plan coming together, Jake thought to himself.

Hi Jack here, I am 5'11 180 muscled, white and have a thick 8" dick. Some say beer can thick and that is probably the right size, if I put my hand around a beer can it feel right. I have a fetish for helping straight guys come out of the closet. I find most of them in local chat room or adult sites where you can talk freely about your fantasies and what turns you on. One of my favorite things to do is to ask advice and on a recent site and post I was looking to talk to other straight guys who have sucked a guy dick, no gay guys. I am not gay I state. I get tons of hit mostly from older closeted guy and of course some gay guys still hit me up. There were a few I did not brush off, young dudes who were prime to be cum dumps and hung dudes who would be great guys for any little straight boy I turned to both help him become a great cock sucker but a cum dump himself. I got more than more than 60 hits the first time I posted that question. There were only five that were truly straight. Two older married guys, two black guys one older and one younger, one young white dude who was my pick followed by the young black dude. Justin was his name he was 24 white, 5'10 190 muscled and swears he has not sucked a dick since college. He private messaged me : Him - He said sucking a prick does not make you gay dude I am proof. If you love pussy then sucking a dick will not change that. Me - Dude that makes a lot of sense, yes I do love pussy. When did you last suck a dick? Him - It has been a long time dude, have to admit every once in a while when I am drinking I think about it but I have no sucked a guys dick since college. Me - I have been watching Glory Hole Videos and I think that is the way I want to suck my first dick, what do you think? Him - I sucked a few dicks thru glory holes, at some parties, clubs and even ended up at a party once where I sucked off a few guys. Me - Dude you are making me crazy horny. I found this glory hole at a park that is supper private, I visited the other day but did not hang out to try out sucking dick. Building up confidence to do it. Did you swallow when you sucked dick? What does cum and precum last like? Him - Pre-cum is sweet most of the time, sometimes it does not taste but everyone's cum taste different and swallowing at first I did not but something felt wrong about not swallowing since I always made the girls I dated and date swallow. It started to become the hottest part once I was out from behind the glory hole and a guy could see me swallow his nut. Me - No fucking way, I am rock hard thinking about sucking dick, I think I will need to try that glory hole. Ever suck a BBC? Latin? Do they taste different? Him - Yes of course black guys dicks are softer but they seem to take longer to cum in my experience ad fuck they can be huge. Me - I think about BBC a lot, sucking it. Me - I made my mind up, thanks for your help I am going to go tomorrow on my lunch hour or after work. Him - Where in the city is this place, just be careful not to get arrested if it is a public rest room. They can be hot but there is a risk. Me - It is a semipublic rest room, it is owned by a business near a park so guys come in, a few that work there but most are there to suck dick or get sucked. There are two glory holes in the center booth should I sit there or one of the outer ones? Him - I think the center is the best but would need to see if to give you the best advice. me - Would you do that for me? Him - Sure, why not. I want to help out a fellow straight guy to explore, we have talked before and you helped me out with a couple of my Girls and making them cum from different positions in previous chats about a year ago. Me - Glad I could help and that you are going to help me out here. Here is the address 1245 Leado Street, When you get here go to the back of the blue building and there is a black door marked VNDX enter and you will find three sinks, two urinals and three stalls. Let me know what you think and I once you have advised let me know here is my number 619-555-1715 you can text me. Him - That is not to far from work, I will swing by at lunch and then text you later on and let you know. You can go later on that night or tomorrow and all. Me - Thanks dude, I owe you. Jack here. Him - Ryan here, glad I can help. I signed off and I got a text ten minutes later, hey its Ryan. Just wanted to make sure you knew my number when I reached out at lunch. So I can be available when you text when do you think you will be heading over. he text back 11:30 I already moved my schedule. Great I will be free to take your text whenever you hit me back and before two when I go into a meeting. He text back cool, talk to you soon. I knew he was ready to suck some dick, I text a few buds and got back on with a few of the other guys who liked their dicks sucked and sent me pics. I lined up two Latin guys, one Asian and two White guys to be there, The first two on the outer stall were Carlos and Dan. The rest were waiting in the park. I told them all to be there at 11:30 but for Carlos and Dan to get there at 11;25 so they could be in place before Ryan got there. It was not 10 AM, I put my phone on silent and made sure I was there at noon. Carlos is 26 tall and think with a fat uncut dick just over 8" and Dan is an older muscled guy with a long medium thickness cock around 9" cut. Never asked him how old but he must have been 45. I kept watching the clock and it was not 10:55 AM and the action should soon begin.

Part 1 - The Early Years There are two things in life I found I liked from a young age, reading and keeping a journal. Books were my everything at a young age since they kept me out of harms way and blissfully ignorant to everything that went on around me. Was I a sensitive child, pretty much so but also very impressionable with an erratic behavioural pattern that surfaced when least expected. Secondly my journal, I discovered I had a flair for writing growing up. It was a way of expressing my thoughts and frustrations, but also secrets. Some were not my own to hold but I became the keeper of them without any one knowing. So the impressionable part of me very much shaped my upbringing, sometimes life can cause things to happen that you never thought possible or needed until they presented themselves. My life was complicated from a very young age, some would say in a bad way, others would say it was destiny and things happened for a reason. I also had two people who played a very instrumental part in my life, one from a young age who would be by my side as we grew up then leave and come back in to my life when you believe there is no hope of finding a true path to happiness. The other person trusted his intuition about me and helped me become the confident assured person I am today. When you stand at a fork in the path and can't decide weather to go left or right, you simply go down the middle and to hell with it. Yes it will upset some people but it will force them to show their true colours and love you no matter what, hopefully that is. So who am I you may ask, you have probably seen me but never knew what lay behind the page or billboard since I keep my life very private. It doesn't matter how famous you become, the one thing you learn is never trust anyone on face value as information is power and the last thing you need is someone having power over you. That way you keep control of your life and protect those you love and hold dear to you. But I will tell you this, my name is Tom and that is what I prefer, annoyingly my mother still insists on calling me Thomas when she is mad at me and Tommy when she is doting me. I am a 24 year old rustic blond so I have been told by photographers. At five feet nine inches tall or short depending how tall you are, I have what was described to me as the most finely sculpted face and body. Now I don't assume myself to be attractive by any means, after all I just see Tom in the mirror who is an ordinary Texan lad. But all of that will reveal itself. So I will tell you the secrets about me that my journal holds but in a way for you to understand me better and how I ended up here. The problem with me is that I lived through my journal and held things in there that could have destroyed lives and nearly did as you can never predict how a person would react. That happened when I was 20 but it changed my life in a way I never thought possible. Should I have been more careful to hide identities instead of blatantly writing them down to be discovered? Yes, but then what? Wouldn't I be living a life full of lies or where I am now. I will start were things really began to shape my life in a way I had no control over and that was when I turned 8 years old, it started when my parents finally split up. I cried and screamed as my mother dragged me out of the house and placed me in the car with our belongings, at such a young age I had no idea why this was happening and being taken away from my father. I knew they argued and understood that their marriage was in ruins and she had to break free, but I never realised it would involve taking me with her. It's not your fault Tommy she would always tell me, but my father had put up with enough of her hard work ethic leaving him to look after me albeit I was a little out of control. I loved my father but also liked to play him up as much as possible by throwing tantrums usually when mother was out of town on business and father had his bit on the side over, he never suspected that I knew what was going on. I was an only child desperate for a sibling but that was not going to happen now. We must have drove some 50 miles to the large town where my mother worked, little did I know then that she was also seeing another man and that had become serious. Seth as it turned out was a few years older than my mother, at 30 he had dirty blond hair and stood an impressive six feet and still retained a muscular jock build from his school days, he was pretty successful with his small company and lived quite well in a sprawling ranch house in the countryside. Gradually I was introduced to him over several weekends, I didn't care much for him after all he wasn't my father. Seth was divorced and had a son who was 10 years old. At the time I paid little attention until the day my mother sat me down and explained that we were moving in to Seth's house in the country. Not only was I contending with a new school but now I was to be uprooted again to a different place to live, strangely I had calmed down a little by this time and was studying diligently at school, I showed a love for some sport especially wrestling, you could say I had become a model child. Maybe my father was the cause of my bad tantrums and his lack of love to my mother and me. At the start of summer holidays Seth arrived and began helping my mother to move whilst I sat in my bedroom head in a book as usual. I had packed my clothes, books and Xbox as that was all I needed in life to keep me happy. Seth was unlike my father he actually showed an interest in me from what I liked reading to what sports I did at school, I was torn between my loyalties and slowly I put up a barrier between Seth and me to prevent any closeness developing, but he was persistent and told me how I would really get along with his own son Brad who was 2 years older than me. Personally I couldn't see how on earth we would connect and it is what scared me the most, as much as I yearned for a sibling I never bargained on getting an older one. I carried my book out to his black BMW X5 which towered above me, for a eight year old I was fit and healthy albeit just five foot five inches with hopefully more growing to do, it still seemed like a big climb as I heaved myself in to the back seat and settled down. I was also trendy for my age with the latest haircut of buzzed sides and longer on top that was neatly combed, I took pride in my appearance as I knew it would help me get the right girls as school. Being gay or even thinking about it never crossed my mind but life has a way of turning your hand over before your eyes so I found out. My mother said goodbye and I panicked looking at her but she smiled and said she was following on in her car as there was no room for me to sit in there. I opened my book and stuck my head firmly in to it, I had never been alone with Seth and it was going to be 40 minute drive out of town. Briefly I looked up with what must have been eyes full of fear as Seth sat in the drivers seat and he glanced at me through the rear view mirror switching the engine on. Seth backed the car out of the short drive "It will be okay Tom" he said pulling away from my home. I watched out of the window as we moved away from my familiar surroundings "Really?" I replied. "You and Brad will get on just fine and he is excited to meet you" Seth said glancing in the mirror. I looked over at the mirror to see his eyes looking at me "Right" I said and faced back to the window. "You said you like wrestling at school Tom?" Seth asked me trying to engage me in conversation. "Yes" I replied without moving my head as a tear rolled down my cheek in sadness leaving things behind again. Seth smiled "Brad does wrestling and likes to work out so you have something in common" his eyes watching me. "Great" I replied emotionless wiping the tear from my cheek, the rest of the journey was silent. The car stopped "This is Medina Ranch" Seth said coming round to the boot of the car and opening it. "You have to be fucking kidding me, where the fuck are we?" I said kicking the gravel hard on the driveway. Seth didn't even look at me "Use those words again and you sleep in the barn" he said smirking. My mother pulled up in her car "Tommy what's wrong?" She asked walking towards me. I looked at her "How could you bring me here?" I angrily asked waving my hand at the expanse of greenery. She stopped at looked around "It's beautiful here Tommy you will love it" she said trying to calm me down. Seth watched me walking off "Leave him, let him get it out of his system" he replied shrugging it off. Julia turned to Seth "I really thought he would embrace this new life" she said. Seth pulled a box out of the car "He will come around Julia". Okay so underneath I wasn't quite the model child Seth had expected but little did I know my anger and frustration was born out of who I would eventually become as I grew older and understood myself better. In the meantime I found a quiet spot nearly half a mile from the house under some large trees where I sat down and cried my heart out, the thought of spending six long weeks with no signs of life or friends ripped through me in boiling anger. Seth took all my belongings and put them in the garage telling my mother that I needed to learn and will have to move my own belongings and grow up. My mother felt ashamed of my behaviour but Seth casually waved it off saying he had been through that with Brad. Guessing I must have been out for nearly three hours before realising that no one was coming out to look for me, hungry and thirsty I stood up and walked back towards the house, I got even more wound up and annoyed as I had got dirt on my book and frantically tried to clean it as best I could. In my tantrum I hadn't even looked at the house which stood imposingly on the plot, part single and two story sprawling ranch style it was definitely bigger than any house I had lived in, I stood looking at it with dread as it was to be my prison until I could move away, well that was how I saw it since nothing else seemed to be living around here. Walking up to the doors I opened the left one and let myself in and stood in the large entrance hall, I could hear my mother and Seth talking and walked towards the voices finding myself in the large kitchen and dining area. "There you are Thomas" my mother said reverting to my proper name, I knew she was angry. I looked at them both "I've ruined my book" putting it down in front of my mother. Seth turned the book around "I have a copy of that in the library you can read" he said looking at me. I sat down opposite them "Thanks" I replied with a genuine tone for the first time. My mother retrieved a plate from the refrigerator "You must be hungry Tommy" she said placing a sandwich by my side. "I am, thanks mum" I said already devouring it as she brought me a fruit juice as well. "When you finished I will show you where you will be sleeping" Seth told me with a smile on his face. Seth and my mother escorted me along a wing of the ranch house in to another lounge area that was clearly used by his son and then in to a large bedroom suite with two double beds, to be fair the room was almost as large as the apartment we had just left. It had an en-suite bathroom and wet room and overlooked the back of the house, the room angled around the pool area and my heart lifted seeing the large pool. Having never had a pool before I had not learnt to swim but the thought of being able to sit in it and paddle around made me smile. When they told me I would be sharing this area with Brad I argued to the point I upset myself realising it was a futile argument. Seth told me I would get along just fine with Brad and they turned to leave me with Seth pointing out my things are in the garage and to move them. I sat there alone putting my head in my hands cursing at my new life, I knew my mother was going away tomorrow for a couple of days with work which hastened the moving in. Residing to my fate I decided to make the best of a bad thing, I mean how much worse can it get. Eventually I found the garage and started moving my things in to the room, I was getting hot and sticky with all the walking and unpacking, I stripped off down to my shorts as I began unpacking my clothes and putting them in the walk in closet on the side that was empty. Outside and unknown to me Brad had returned on his quad bike and parked it in the garage, for a 10 year old he could easily pass at being 15 or 16 due to his tall broad build that he got from his father. Inheriting the dirty blond hair and striking blue eyes he was pretty well muscled up and had a very solid build for a kid his age. He carried it off well, even the seniors at the school daren't get on his bad side, he had a wonderful relationship with his father unlike me with mine. Brad walked in to the house and headed to the kitchen in his polite and mesmerising manner he sat and chatted with my mother until Seth said for him to go and meet me as they were going out to dinner and the housekeeper would prepare our dinner. Brad walked along the wing to his pad as he called it and saw the lounge area remained as when he left it that morning. He waited watching for his father and my mother to leave before he walked towards the bedroom, it was quiet apart from the clanging of coat hangers coming from closet. He looked at the bed seeing a few books strewn across it, he had never shown any inclination or interest in reading books unless he had to for school. He turned and walked towards the closet, standing at the doorway, I was unaware of Brad's presence or that he was scrutinising me from behind. "You like being in the closet" Brad asked making me jump that I missed the rail to hang a shirt on. I quickly turned frightened "Fuck don't creep up on me like that" were the first words out of my mouth. Brad's eyes looked at me trying to figure me out "Didn't mean to scare you" he said I could see the muscles in his arms and thought twice about hitting back "I'm Tom" I said shyly. "I'm not stupid I know who you are" he turned and left me in the closet. I walked in to the bedroom "I never asked to be here, so don't take it out on me" I said picking my books up. Brad was taking his t-shirt off "Yeah well were both stuck with this". I guess I must have been staring at him before I asked "How did you get so big?" then blushing at my upfront nature. Brad looked at me with his head to one side sizing me up "Working out and a muscle building compound". I nodded and went back to my unpacking, he ignored me listening to the music on his phone. Finally I finished after checking the clothes were hanging in an order that I liked and wiped my brow from the humidity. I had a quick shower to cool down and decided to look outside since Brad showed no sign of wanting to show me around. All I wanted to see really was the pool and I wasn't disappointed as it was large and plenty of shallow water at one end, I did a quick look around and took my reefs off and paddled in the shallow end for a few minutes enjoying the cool water over my submerged feet. "You can go in if you want" Brad said standing at the French doors watching me. I felt a little shame "No it's okay" I replied without looking at him. "Can you not swim?" he asked me walking out and joining me as I paddled. I hesitated "No" I said quietly not wanting to embarrass myself "I want to but never had a pool where I lived". Brad sat down on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in "I can teach you if you want". I looked at him but he was staring at the water "Really, you would?" I asked him surprised. Brad looked over at me "Yeah, well we got all summer vacation and there isn't much to do around here". I walked over and sat beside him "Thanks, and will you help me get muscle like yours?" I nervously asked. Brad laughed "If you want but it's hard work" he said nudging me "What are you going to do for me?" he asked. I chuckled "I have nothing to offer, I like reading and playing on my Xbox" I said to him. Brad smiled at me "You can read to me" he replied "you know the books I have to read for school, you can read them to me". That was the moment that we became friends, not quite step-brothers just then, but friends was a good place to start. The first few days I had terrible stomach ache as my body adjusted to the high protein muscle building compound, I think Brad got quite a lot of enjoyment seeing me running to the toilet. He told me not to worry and it will settle down in a few days, he introduced me to the gym by the pool house and got me lifting weights for half an hour in the morning and evening. True to his words he began to teach me to swim and by the end of the summer vacation I was at least no longer afraid of deep water and could happily manage a couple of lengths of the pool without loosing my breath. A week into our new found friendship Brad invited me to go for a ride on his quad bike, he packed some fruit and water along with a book in to his rucksack and gave it to me to put on my back. I was a little scared as I had never been on this type of bike but he drove slowly with me clasping him tightly in case I fell off we drove for about 20 minutes, passing fields and wooded areas until we hit an open expanse where I could see a line to trees and bushes stretching as far as the eye could see. Coming to a stop we walked a few meters in to the clearing by a shallow river the flowed gently meandering out of sight. "This is the Medina river" he said taking the rucksack off my back. I looked around "It's really pretty here" I said taking it all in. Brad smiled sitting down on the edge of the stream "My favourite little hideaway, the ranch is named after it". "Ah right" I replied sitting next to him. He pulled the book out of the rucksack and handed it to me "Your end of the bargain now" he chuckled. I took the book and laid on my stomach "Okay" I replied. I have to admit I started to find it intoxicating being here, the gentle sound coming from the water in the river flowing over the pebbles, the sun beating down and reading aloud was my idea of paradise, I even left my hair messed up from wearing the baseball cap. I kept looking at Brad when turning the page of the book, his eyes were closed hand clasped behind his head, whenever I stopped reading he would open one eye to check on me causing me to giggle several times. There was no doubt about him as rough and tough as he was on the outside he was a very different person underneath. I must have read nearly a hundred pages before he put his hand on the book to stop me reading and handed me some fruit and water. We walked in the stream hardly saying anything to each other until we returned back to our spot where he handed me the book again, I read a further 3 chapters before I put the book down and laid on my back looking up at the dappled sunlight coming through the trees. The rustling in the trees signified a change coming, Brad only to aware jumped up and packed the rucksack telling me there was a storm coming in, something that was quite usual for this time of day when the heat rose sharply like it had during the afternoon. Sure enough just a few hundred meters from the ranch house the heavens opened as the wind picked up in velocity driving the rain in to our faces. The storm lasted for an hour before the sun appeared again. We stood in the garage soaking wet and just laughed as puddles began forming at our feet, from that day we found our sense of humour to be very similar. A few days later at lunchtime we were heading out to the Medina River again, today the sun was already blazing hot in the sky so I sat down right the waters edge so I could dangle my feet in the water to cool them down as I read aloud to Brad, he sat a little further up so I could only see his legs, after an hour I turned on to my stomach and laid down resting on my elbows continuing to read. He did make me laugh seeing him chilled out chewing on a long stem grass, his eyes closed hands clasped behind his head. We walked a mile down the stream and back again before heading home, this afternoon was different as we chatted a little more finding our feet with each other. As the days passed we spent more and more time together bonding and enjoying working out then spending afternoons at the Medina river. By the time the vacation ended I was ready to return to school, it was my first day as this new school, as nervous as I was there was nothing to worry about as I fitted in straight away, Brad looked after me since we had become inseparable over the summer vacation. Those long summer days turned me in to a somewhat confident swimmer, I was beginning to show some muscle tone which I loved and many kids in my class commented over. Never would I realise how much of a catch I was to the girls and was never short of attention from them in my year and even some of the senior girls flirting with me. One thing I was probably more dumbstruck by was hearing them remark how attractive I was. It got worse as I aged, well I thought so anyway, it seemed almost all the school wanted to hang out with Brad and I, himself turning in to quite the muscle jock now having hit puberty. I felt a little overawed by all the friends and attention but there was something missing and that something was slowly beginning to show it's hand the older I got. It did take a couple of summers before Brad actually referred to me as his step-brother, after our parents married he began referring to me as his brother and it was this milestone that I articulated in my journal. I would usually write my journal sitting by the stream I found it gave me more flair when transferring my thoughts to paper. Brad would often sit there watching as I wrote, he knew I kept a journal and read it once when I fell asleep but he got bored as it contained nothing of interest at that point. It was from them I began hiding it and only writing when something needed to be downloaded out of my head, it had become my secret keeper. My reading to Brad had got him interested in books and studying and he did rather to well in his final years and won a place at a university some 300 miles away. Our years together were for the most part idyllic and every summer we shut ourselves away at Medina doing our own things. Our bodies changed but we both retained our looks and I grew from strength to strength with Brad's help. On his 16th birthday Seth allowed Brad to get a tribal tattoo down his arm. I sat with him and Seth as the artist worked for nearly 3 hours until finished. Sitting there I realised how much Brad was growing up and beginning to show independence, I knew our summers were going to come to an end soon enough. At 17 Brad was a real crowd pleaser and was now more often out than at home, I had heard rumours at school that he was bedding girls like there was no tomorrow, when he was home we would still go to the Medina river for some peace and quiet escaping life. I relished those days as I missed him like hell and was only too happy to read to him. At 15 I had a growth spurt and stood at my now five feet nine inches, I was pretty happy with my height, but it also caused my looks to intensify and muscle definition to proportionise itself to my body. It was several months after my birthday that I wrote down one of the most revealing feelings about me 'I feel my body has changed, I have hair appearing in places not much but enough, my voice is slightly deeper and I am beginning to feel like the boy in me is forever being lost. I like guys. Don't aske me how or why, I just do. I like their bodies, I like the masculinity of a guy who is very close to me. I never really thought I would write this down but somehow I need to express me and who I have become. I just don't seem to have any interest in girls and yes I know what this means but I am not ready for it. I need to come to accept it first and be happy about why my body and soul has gone this way. As much as I rack my brains trying to think why, there is no answer. No significance, no turning point, it has always been there waiting for the right time'. I put my pen down and watched Brad sleeping in his bed, discreetly hiding my journal as I knew that it was more important than ever to keep it hidden. I never wrote a lot down or did it on a daily basis, it was one of things I kept as a reminder of important things or situations now. I wondered if it showed on the outside that I was gay, I only questioned it as I saw less and less of Brad during that last summer before he headed off to university. It seemed his new friend residing in his pants was busy around and he started dating the head cheerleader from the school, Melinda. It was to put it bluntly my year of turmoil, I felt like my gut had been wrenched out the day he finally left. I knew he wanted to break free and be his own person. He left me fighting my demons, I was literally destroying myself inside out and it was after my 16th birthday I sat down for dinner, I plucked up the courage to discuss it with my mother and Seth since they had noticed I was becoming more introverted during this time but they put it down to Brad leaving home. Opening up to them about my feelings seemed to lift a massive burden off my shoulders, my mother was sceptical saying it wss just a phase where Seth appeared to have more control over the matter and I still remember his words to this day 'Don't hide or run from it, just let you discover you and who you are'. I kept my secret hidden at school and concentrated on getting my education over before deciding weather I wanted to go to college or university, rumours did surface occasionally as I had plenty of friends that were girls but never date or kissed any of them, I never acted gay or gave any one cause to question my sexuality. Not one for wanting to be away from Medina ranch I choose college and long distance studying, the benefit of which meant I could take my laptop out with me to the Medina river and study there where I didn't have to go in to college for assignments, tests and exams. So it wasn't all that bad coming out to my mother and Seth, they just let me get on with it. I was surprised that Seth would without fail every week sit down and chat with me about how I was feeling, I looked on him as more of a father than my blood father who I hadn't seen since the break up. Seth was reasonable and considerate, never judging me but always supporting and being there if I needed help. The year dragged by and Brad returned home for the summer vacation, he entered the house like a whirlwind and swooped me up in his arms hugging me. "God I missed you Tom" Brad said putting me down. I hugged him back "It's so lonely without you here" I replied. "Well I am here for several weeks book worm" he said using his nick name for me. It didn't take long for our routine to slip in to place, only now it just felt awkward as I was hiding the real me from him. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him, I didn't really know why at the time but I thought it would be best to keep that part of me in the shadows. All to soon his few weeks at home had come to an end and that last evening I heard Seth and Brad having a very stern discussion in the library. It was pretty fiery so I made my way back to our room and listened to some music reading a book. When Brad turned up he seemed his cheery self and said nothing about the argument going on, he showered and changed then headed out to meet his latest girl. A few days later when I asked how Brad was doing just out of normal conversation I got a strange look from Seth. He would not talk much about Brad just that he was doing okay, I knew he had gone to university several times to talk to him, and I overheard him and my mother talking about Brad's disciplinary hearing but nothing was ever said directly to me. I had no idea what was going on or what trouble he had gotten himself into. I had just celebrated my 18th birthday and was studying on the pool terrace late one morning when I heard Seth in the kitchen cursing to himself and grabbing his keys, I heard him talking to my mother on the phone to say he was having to drive up to the university. By the time I got to the kitchen he had already stormed out leaving the letter from the universities disciplinary committee on the counter top. My mistake or maybe it wasn't, I picked up the letter and read it. I couldn't believe the words of the last paragraph 'As such situations arise when a student is in possession of any form of drug the course of action is to expel them from the campus and forfeit their position. Whilst the committee have noted that no further action is being taken by the relevant law enforcement agencies we are in no doubt of possession and intended use or distribution and as such the student has been expelled. The committees decision is final and will not entertain any appeal to review'. It was almost like a standard letter but I felt really sorry how his life had spiralled out of control in this manner. Seth returned later that evening tired and upset, I listened at the door as he told my mother that Brad refused to see him point blank. I walked in to the lounge and they both stopped talking. "Are you going to tell me what is going on with Brad?" I asked standing my ground. Seth shrugged his shoulder "There is no point Tom, he won't see or speak to anyone" he replied. I sat down next to Seth "How bad is it?" I asked him. Seth looked at my mother "He has been expelled, he needs help but he can't see that or accept it". That evening was one of the longer entries in to my journey as I was troubled all night, when I woke early that Saturday morning I sneaked down to Seth's BMW and turned the key and looked at the SatNav which gave me a location near enough to where Brad was staying. I got my keys and sped down the ranch driveway and headed to Dallas, I almost stopped several times wondering if I was doing the right thing but I kept going on the 5 hour drive. I knew I was in the right place but I had no idea which building he was in, I stopped a student wandering by just on the off chance and asked if they knew Brad Felshaw, he laughed and said yeah building 2c Room 235. I rushed over not knowing what I was going to say to him as I reached the door, I knocked three times but waited to hear if there was any movement when another student walked past and smiled 'good luck getting him to answer' they said carrying on down the corridor glancing back at me, I now banged on the door louder this time. "Go away" he shouted through the door. "Brad" I waited for a moment "Brad it's Tom, let me in please" I pleaded through the door. Eventually I heard the lock clicking and he opened the door "What do you want?" he asked. "I came to see you" I said through the crack in the opening "are you going to let me in?". Brad was reluctant "Did my father send you here?" he asked. "No, he doesn't know I have driven here" I replied, he hesitated then opened the door inviting me in. He looked dishevelled and not the Brad I knew "What the fuck has happened to you?" I asked closing the door. Brad sat on the bed head in his hands "I lost control and fucked up really bad this time". I sat down next to him "Everyone is worried about you Brad. It hurts to see you like this". "Like what?" he asked in an angry tone. "This is not you, not the Brad I grew up with" I replied looking at him. He stared at me "Your not the Tom I grew up with are you?" he stated in a matter of fact way. I looked down "It hasn't change me Brad, I haven't come to terms with it myself" I said shyly. "Is that so?" Brad replied somewhat confused. I took a deep breath "Come home with me, I will sneak you in and look after you". He looked at me "I can't deal with my father he is so angry with me" he said looking sad. I put my arm around him "He is not angry Brad, just upset and very concerned" I assured him. Brad stood and paced around "Are you sure you want to do this Tom?" he asked. I looked at him "Are you an addict?" I asked. He shot me a look "No, I only did it 4 or 5 times" he paused "but I am getting drawn to it". I don't know how I did it but he agreed to come home with me after I promised not to let anyone know until he was ready to face them. He slept for most of the journey back home, I could have sworn he cried a little or at least his eyes watered seeing Medina Ranch at the end of the access road. He slid down in his seat to avoid being seen as I drove in the garage. I checked the house to make sure the coast was clear and walked with brad down the wing to our end of the house. Telling him to shower and as he did I quickly rifled through his bag to make sure there was nothing hiding in there and also the clothes he had worn home. I kind of felt guilty and didn't really know what I was doing, his hand grabbed my arm tightly 'there is nothing there' he said letting me go again, he certainly hadn't lost any of his muscle or strength. Something inside me caused me to stand up and face him, I was speechless and I couldn't work out if I got a kick out of him touching me aggressively like that. He backed off in obvious concern at what he did. At 20 Brad was a walking sex machine and it was hard to keep my gaze from looking at his body, I had still yet to explore my sexuality but I knew he definitely aroused me. I tried to keep a close reign on my preference for the male body whilst living in small town Texas, the last thing I wanted was to be out and branded like the cattle in this state. He looked at me "I'm sorry if I hurt you" Brad said drying his hair. "Promise me you have none of it here?" I asked watching him look me in the eye nodding. Brad slipped in to his bed "Promise me you won't let on?" he asked resting his head on the pillow. I looked at the sight of him staring at the ceiling "You have my word Brad" I replied picking up a book, I knew I would have to keep a very close eye on him. Sitting on the bed next to him he smiled for the first time "You going to read to me?". I nodded "Yes that's if you don't mind me sitting on the bed next to you?" I replied. Brad smiled "Of course I don't" he said getting comfortable. It took me by surprise and at first I wasn't sure if it was him accepting what he knew about me or just the brotherly part coming through. I read to him for an hour until he was sound asleep, it was only 8pm so I crept out and had dinner with Seth and my mother, it didn't take long for the conversation got around to where I had been all day and I told them at the Medina river and also headed in to town to see a friend. As far as I know they hadn't suspected a thing and after dinner I grabbed some fruit and went back to the bedroom to find Brad still sound asleep. I kept the curtains closed that overlooked the terrace and the French doors locked. I can't recall what time it was but I was woken by the sound of Brad, I could make out that he was sitting on the edge of his bed shaking and panting. Thankfully I had done some research on the internet after I returned to my room and believed this to be his body reacting to a lack of whatever drug he had taken. I turned on the bed side lamp and could see he was also sweating. I walked over and asked him what I could do to help but he looked at me like a helpless child tears streaming down his face. Trust me I said helping him stand up and took him in to the wet room and turned on the cold water, I sat next to him in the shower letting the cold water cascade over the both of us until his shaking ceased. I helped dry him and took him back in to the bedroom to my bed and laid next to him, so much of me wanted to cuddle him in this fragile state, he looked at me and quietly said thank you and falling back to sleep. I watched him as long as I could until my body surrendered and my eyes closed. I had one of the best night sleeps that I could remember, waking up I found my body was being held and my eyes snapped open. His arms were wrapped around me and he was cuddled up very close, to close for comfort was my initial diagnoses. Escaping was the first thing in my head, then the awkwardness of this as me moving would certainly wake him up and he may freak out. I laid there silently for several minutes until Brad shuffled and turned over releasing me from his arms. Silently I crept out of bed and let him sleep, picking up my journal I wrote a few words 'Woke feeling like I had a perfect sleep. Shaken I found my step-brothers arms wrapped around me, his body touching mine. Disturbing to say the least but somehow I find myself turned on as my whole body seemed to be in a state of flux'. I hid the journal and showered, when I came back in to the room Brad was awake and just acted normally. I came to the conclusion that he probably didn't even know, for the most part Brad seemed to be returning and the next few days I studied and didn't leave his side except to fetch food. Keeping him hidden seemed pretty easy and his withdrawal symptoms vanished which confirmed my suspicion that he had probably told me the truth. I guess I got to cocky at this hiding Brad game and he slid down in the seat of the car as I backed out of the garage and drove us to the Medina river again. I sat down on the banks and started reading, Brad laid on his stomach his head inches from the water resting on his hands watching the water flowing by. He wore only shorts taking his t-shirt off as we arrived since it was another scorching day. It was very distracting, I just wanted to touch and hold the body laying there, it was so perfect and the temptation to tickle his bare feet his toes wriggling in the sun crossed my mind. Refocusing I continued reading for an hour then we waded in the river and walked for a couple of hours. On the walk back to our spot Brad put his arm around my shoulder, something he hadn't done since we were younger. I felt like our bond was stronger than ever having faltered when he found out what his cock was for and put it to use. I rummaged in the rucksack and gave Brad some fruit and a bottle of water, if people saw us now they would think we were a perfect couple. I grabbed the book and sat down on the waters edge, before I could even get it open he had sat down behind me, his legs either side of my body and his arms wrapped around my body with his chin resting on my shoulders. It was one thing accidentally cuddling me in bed but this felt strangely weird but I carried on and opened the book to the page where we had got to the previous evening, he watched me leafing through to the pages but my mind was elsewhere as my body tingled by his touch. "Can't believe how much you have grown up and changed Tom" Brad said as he watched me turning the pages. I smiled but didn't look at him "We have both grown up Brad". Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder "Yeah but at least you didn't screw up like me" he sighed. I looked up at the sky "I am just as screwed up if not more but in other ways". Brad stopped and looked at me "You are far from screwed up Tom, your confronting things head on" he said. "Well it's my turn to return the favour, you looked after me growing up" I said reminding him. Brad chuckled and waved it off "Was it hard, you know growing up feeling the way you do?" he asked me. "What way?" I asked oblivious to what he meant. Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder again "You being gay" he said, I was slightly taken back. I turned and looked at him "It still is, I try to work out why but I end up even more confused" I said looking at the book. Brad ruffled my hair "Your still Tom to me. It is what is in here that defines you" he said tapping my heart. I sighed "I'm so lucky having you as a brother, as fucked up as you are" I laughed more out of nerves than anything. His hands hugged me tighter "You have helped me so much Tom. And now?" he whispered "Have you a boyfriend?". I stared at the words on the pages "No" I replied "How come you haven't got a girl?". "Don't know" Brad said "Melinda was mediocre for sex but she was getting to needy and I got nothing out of it". Brad lifted his head "Stop changing the subject. Why haven't you got a boyfriend?" he asked. I sighed "I am not ready to explore yet" I replied, it was the truth as I had no courage or even knew where to start. Brad hugged me tighter "Who ever get's you will be one lucky person. Come on then read to me" he said. I wondered if I was becoming a bit of a shady pervert as I settled back in to his arms reading the book. It is a strange feeling when your step-brother is the closet another man has ever got to you, sitting here time just seemed to get away from us. We hadn't realised how late it got and headed back home, no further mention was made by either of us about that afternoon, assuming it was just us rekindling our brotherly love for each other. I checked the coast was clear and we wandered down the east wing of the ranch house in our lounge and found Seth sat there waiting for us. Brad stopped dead in his tracks and Seth stood up and walked towards Brad, I didn't know what to expect, I stood ready to defend him. Seth looked at his son and hugged him, Brad kept apologising for screwing everything up, he told Brad he was just happy to his son back. Seth looked at me "Thank you Tom" he said. I put the rucksack down "I'm sorry for going behind everyone's back". Seth walked over and hugged me "You had us worried behaving weirdly at first". "You knew?" I asked Seth who nodded. "They described you and your car as taking Brad away from campus" Seth said to me as I stood looking ashamed. It was obvious Seth was pleased that I managed to get through to Brad when no one else could. As Brad slept I retrieved my journal from the hiding place and wrote things in there again that should never have been down on paper... 'A strange yet weirdly happy day as we went to the river only this time I felt like I was sat there with a lover. His hands around my waist and head resting on my shoulders. I know this is my step-brother but sometimes feelings are stronger than actions and he wakens me in a very extraordinary way'. I looked debating weather I should have written this but my journal was holding the true me, quickly I hid it away again. Brad was left alone in my company for a week partaking in meals with the family in the evening for as long as he could tolerate it. At night I would read to him and we often fell asleep in the same bed, it was as if we were 8 and 10 again. Brad got his life together and started working for his father whilst finishing his education. So that was me growing up and how I helped my step-brother through his problem, oh, and fell in love with him. The table would turn in a few years time but that was something I could never have seen coming, especially when your so blinded by what you think is love but in reality was the opposite. I became the closest friend to Brad as well, we would tell each other everything and before you ask, no I didn't write those in my journal. I knew they were things best kept between us. Part of me was broken but happy when Brad started seeing Melinda again in this on off story of theirs, so much so that it became probably the most serious relationship for the time being. As if you hadn't guessed by now, Brad was the first instrumental person in my life, he shaped me as the person as we grew up together in a very unshakable way. We stuck to each other like glue and did everything together. My life really took shape and turned upside down a week before my 19th birthday celebrating a belated 18th birthday present, and this is where my story really begins to unfold...

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Hot story. Woof

Wed night orgy, only had 8 guys. Got there early with my buddy so he could use my hole. Ate his ass, sucked him hard, he plowed my hole for awhile then bred my hungry hole with a 5 day load. Sucked a couple other cocks didn't get their loads though. My favorite bear showed up. Jumped on him as soon as he got naked and sucked a nice big load of him. Went back to our room and my buddy fucked me for another 25 mins, he never did blast his load though. Thurs night buddy and I had room at another hotel. Black guy came over with a HUGE cock 10 1/2 inches big around as my wrist. Sucked him hard, ate his ass. Then he took turns plowing his loads into my buddy and I. By the end of the night he had bred each of us 3 times. Hope to meet him this week for a 1 on 1.

Porn is strange - I like how some of the videos are a little more unleashed - but still soooo scripted and needing to meet the "normal way we do these things" - and way too much pulling out to cum craziness. That drives me crazy. Just fucking nutt in there like you would do if the cameras were off - that's what I want to see! So I guess it doesn't impact me too much. An aside: I think the online fiction forums have riled up my appetite for rough nasty fucking more than anything else - certainly more than porn does. I'm a good gentle top until you are decently opened up - and then the gloves come off and I fuck you as I want until I'm done. If that's deciding your deep ring feels amazing and I wanna keep rutting into it aggressively - that's my option. And you might struggle but hell I know you'll jerk off thinking about it later so shut up! Or don't really, watching you grunt makes me harder. You know that kinda stuff. 🙂

Mike Matters to me.

Guys, there's a Colt Studio Group watermark in the (I believe morphed) image. Two minutes of searching finds that he's Mike Matters.

I got semi stealthed (not really since i was telling him to breed me) in the darkroom tonight, he didn't speed up, breathe hard or let on in any way, but when I stuck my finger up my ass for my post fuck check I found a really thick cumload. After I figured out I was bred I got really hard and fucked and bred the guy who was bent over the bench next to me.

Now, that is more than any one man can ask for.

Before leaving my mates I was checking my favourite swingers site to see if there was any str8 or curious cock about when I came across the profile of a right tasty scally str8 bit of rough called Roy who had fucked me before just after coming out of prison. I sent him a wink & msg to see if he was still into fucking arse or reverted back to pussy. He replied almost instantly & was pleased to hear from me. He said he hooked up with a guy a few weeks after we’d fucked but It wasn’t doing it for him so he stuck to fucking pussy, he’d also managed to knock one of the bird up & kid No4 was due in 3 months. He sent a second msg asking for pics of my arse which I happily sent him. 5 or 10 minutes passed without a response, I was about to log off thinking the pics put him off when he replied saying my pics had got him rock hard! I quickly replied suggesting he come to mine & put his big dick in my cunthole & give me a good hard rough shafting & fill me with his fertile cum. I included my address & he replied saying he was on his way. I headed home & he arrived 10 minutes after me. As soon as I closed the door behind him he grabbed hold of me & manhandled me to the floor, he pinned me down & pushed down my joggers & got his big dick out, he then force his dick up my arse, I gasped as his thick shaft stretched my hole. The cum in my hole lubed his dick and he raped me mercilessly till he climaxed & his dick spewed big thick wad of cum deep in me. It was the best rape I’d have in months. We got naked & he got me on the sofa on my back, he shoved his dick back in & thrust it up my arse hard & fast, on & on he kept pounding me with the stamina of a herd of bulls till I orgasmed & shot my load all over my belly, I milked his dick hard till his dick pumped his second load in me. I’ve got 4 of his loads in me now, pillows stuffed under my arse keeping it up to get his cum deep in my guts. All ready to work on load number 5.🤤🍆💦💦💦💦

Cant wait for more of this!

dirtyfuckboy. there is one way to short circuit prep and pep. it is the mdr virus. totally drug resistant. you will leave some of your dna, impregnating them. rare strain though.

for the bad breath at the glory hole you could of put a tictac on your dick. Subtle yet effective

Carlos text me he arrived and three minutes later I got one from Dan he was walking it. It was 11:28 and I knew Ryan would be getting there shortly. 11:32 I got a text from Dan and he said he thought the kid walked in. Dan kept texting me, he even shot a couple pics and videos while Carlos went to work but from what Dan shared the kid walked in and sat on toilet and tapped his foot, he peaked in at Dan and then at Carlos. Carlos slipped his dick through the hole and Ryan grabbed it and jacked it and then leaned in and sucked his big uncut dick. That was my first video, he sat there sucking the head and playing with the foreskin and then he got on his knees and sucked his dick full on and the video showed him bobbing his head on his dick and the sweetest ass. His pale bubble butt looked so fucking hot. He sucked Carlos for eight minutes and I heard Carlos grown as he shot his load in Ryan's mouth. The kid kept sucking till Carlos pulled his dick from him. Fuck he was hungry. Dan Stopped videoing and stood up and fed his cock through and put his phone above the stall and kept the video I got showed Ryan sucking Dan's dick like he needed his cum in the worst way, I could hear my Asian buddy come in and settle in the stall. Ryan hesitated but kept sucking Dan's dick and two minutes later I hard Dan cum. He floods when he come and the boy loved it and swallowed it all. I got a smaller video from Vin showing my boys hot bubble butt and capturing him grabbing Dan's dick with his hand so he could get all his cum and not letting him pull out till Ryan was done. Fuck this kid was hungry for cum, Vin made him work for it, he waiting and stroked his cock. The kid kept looking through the glory hole and then started tapping his finger at the hole. Vin finally put his head thru and Ryan sucked his uncut dick. Then inch by inch he fed Ryan his dick. He is 7.5 and moderately thick. I sent in the other Latin bud Ricardo and he sent me a tape of Ryan sucking away on Vin and Vin telling him to suck that dick you fag, you want my cum keep sucking like that, Then two minutes later Vin shot his load and make a high pitched grunt and then pulled out. Ryan seemed dejected that he was not able to nurse Vin he just watched through the glory hole until Vin left and finally Ricardo cleared his throat and Ryan realized he had another dick to suck. I arrived and entered in front of David. I got into place and sat on the toilet and watch as his fat bubble butt tightened up and let loose as he sucked and when he was going down on Richardo who had a thick 8" uncut dick his ass would bounce. I was so hard and dripping and then Richardo said something in Spanish I am pretty sure he was calling him a whore. Fucking Puta, Chupar Mi Polla Gorda Puta (suck my fat dick whore), Tragar Mi Puta cargada de carga (swallow my charged load) Fuck he never told me he was poz, hot the kid just took his first poz nut. More to come soon. It was not more than two minutes and he shot off saying Puta De Semen Sucia (fucking dirty cum whore), seguir chupando mi semilla sucia pronto voy a criar su culo (keep sucking my dirty seed, soon I will cum in your ass) Then he pulled out and got down and spit through the hole on Ryan's face. I was totally leaking and as Ryan looked through the hole was Richardo got dressed he said in English fucker you have more dick to suck and cum to swallow, service the next guy and stop watching me. Ryan turned back and saw I was in the booth, he came over and ran his finger in a circular motion around the hole. I had checked it out before and my dick would fit through it but not with very much room. I kept my dick hidden and in walked David, Ryan's last dick for the afternoon. Once Dan was in place I text him to tap the wall. Ryan turned his head and went over to see what was in that stall, David has his long fat dick out. I knew David was Poz and that he loved having young neg dudes service his dick. Suck on his head and nurse his poz nut out. He put his dick up and let Ryan suck on his leaky head. I slide my dick through and tapped the wall and Ryan came over and licked my head and sucked my precum. Both dicks are thick and he seemed to be having some trouble working up the nerve to swallow either of them. He kept going back and forth and then I finally pulled out and left only David rock hard and dripping and then Ryan finally started working David's fat dick and struggling making all kinds of noise while he suck his dick and tried to throat him. David remined him to watch his fucking teeth and once Ryan relaxed his jaw and got used to the girth David told him what a good cock sucking slut he was. Deeper boy, you need my cum don't you. Ryan tried to say yes but his mouth was to full to get anything out. You almost have it boy, deeper cock whore. Ryan gagged and tried to please David and a few minutes later David said that's it whore, right there keep doing that and a few minutes later he shot his nut down the kids throat. Take my cum fucker, you dirty cock whore. Ryan could not breath and pulled off David's dick and gasped for air. David got dressed and told Ryan to be here tomorrow at the same time and then left. I slipped my dick back through and Ryan swallowed half my dick and sucked and kept taking more and more. He worked me for ten minutes and I tapped the wall and told him to get ready to swallow. I shot my load and I must have been logged in the back of his throat as my cock drained down his neck he did not gag or cough. Then he pulled up and licked and sucked my dick and I slowly pulled out and turned around and got dressed. I slipped a note I wrote earlier that said be here at 5:45 PM tomorrow so you can drain me again. I walked out and Ryan tried to compose himself after taking six loads.

I don’t like any kind of shaming (body shaming, Prep shaming, etc.). We, into bb sex, should be above that.

The tongue flickered deliciously in and out of my dirty arsehole, and I forgot my embarrassment as I pushed it back into the old guys's face. Meanwhile, I was forced to suck the other man's warty cock and felt myself losing control and sinking into depravity. They sensed it too. "Oh yeah...he wants it now. Fuck the little bitch!" He held my shoulders down and rubbed his cock over my mouth as I felt the greasy haired guy get to his feet, steady my bare bottom, and begin to slide his stubby cock into my spit-lubed rectum. He started to fuck me roughly, as the other man leant over me and kissed him. I was just a hole for them to fuck and not long after the greasy haired man's thrusts became more urgent then he said "oh fuck!" and pushed hard into me as he spurted his dirty cum up me. " I needed that!" He gasped, pulling his cock out and leaving a drool of cum dripping from my hole. The thin man ruffled my hair . " Turn round like a good little pig." I was sobbing with a mixture of lust, shame and fear, but I did what I was told and turned to present my rump to him. He slid his cock into my dirty hole, and I groaned as I imagined the warts rubbing my insides as he began to thrust into me. "Same time tomorrow?" Said the greasy haired man to the other, whilst forcing my lips open and making me clean his dirty cock. " Y..yeah..oh nice..hang on and I'll cum." With that, he jerked and spurted in me. After a few moments he pulled out and the other man offered him a cum stained handkerchief to clean his cock. "Thanks." He said. They ignored me, zipping up and leaving the toilet as I stood there, naked from the waist down and dripping their cum onto the dirty floor.

I would come to Brussels for fun like that with you

This past Wednesday was supposedly the final Cumunion at Manifest. Cumunion is rumored to keep going (I haven't heard where....my guess would be the Den, where else would it be?) but it had its curtain call this week in its current format at Manifest (and unfortunately I couldn't make it!). I've lived here for over 20 years and I was even very closely involved with a sex club back in the early 2000s that had some good parties, but I will say....maybe second only to the OLD Fort Troff parties back in the day, the Atlanta Cumunion party had grown into one of the best, CONSISTENTLY good sex parties this city has seen in the last 2 decades. It blew the roof off of Manifest month after month after month. I hope they are able to capture that lighting in a bottle again when and if they start up elsewhere. Hats off to Manifest and Cumunion for a top notch party series that people will continue to talk about for years.

These guys say it all ^^^^ Someone for everyone. I love Darkroom loads and MEN and variety....

Hot way to end a vacation and nice pic.

Part IX I drive home in complete panic mode and totally confused by what had happened to me. My ass is still leaking loads of cum and I know my pants are getting soaked through. For some reason, though, I love the feeling. My ass is completely torn up and leaking poz cum like crazy and all I can do is shiver in the knowledge of how good it felt. This is completely crazy to me though and I can't figure it out or make a coherent thought other than ripples of pleasure every time I hit a bump in the road. Lucky for me, this is my wife's girls night out time, so she is already gone and won't be home till late. I pull into the drive and get out of my car and almost back up into the house so no neighbors will see the huge wet spot now forming on the rear of my pants. I can't get in the door fast enough to suit me. Then I basically ran to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes and sat on the toilet to let more cum flow out of me. Damn, it feels like gallons. I then jump in the shower to clean up. As I soap my ass, though, I find my hole is still so open, my fingers slide in easily and I almost cum from the feeling of my own fingers going into me. By the time I am done washing my cock is harder than hell and I find myself beating it as fast and hard as I can. In just a few minutes of this, plus my thinking of what had happened, my cock nearly exploded a bucket of cum all over the shower walls. I clean up some more and get out to towel off and get ready for bed. I know it will be another night of restlessness and little sleep though as I try to figure out what I was doing.

Part VI I was so ashamed of myself for what I had done yesterday, but in telling this guy about it now, with my head down, I could see his cock sticking part way out of his shorts and seemed to be getting longer. My mind just would not focus. They seemed to all be HIV + guys and here I was trying to tell him about my regrets. He seemed to understand. He told me not to worry about it, just let it go as something that had happened on the spur of the moment. What with the heat, the beer and his buddies kind of getting out of control and fucking right there on a blanket on the ground in front of me. He had just been damned horny and I was drunk. He seemed to have an answer to everything I talked about, but I still couldn't look up and look him in the eyes nor take my eyes off of his damn big cock. All at once he kind of scooted towards me and grabbed me in a big hug and told me it would be all right. Don't worry about it so much. It had been great fun for him and his buddies and he knew I had enjoyed it, more because I was drunk than anything else. Nothing more needed to be said. Holding me like he was though and sliding across the seat had slid his shorts up higher and I could feel that big cock against my leg and for some reason I seemed to calm down more. I just let him hold me. I was so tired from no sleep the night before that I kind of spaced out and found my head laying on his shoulder and was almost dozing off as he hugged me and then was rubbing my back a little. My eyes closed for a bit and then jerked open. Man I was tired. He held me a little tighter and just started telling me how great I had felt the day before. His voice was low and soothing and I found myself almost nodding off again on his shoulder. His hug had now progressed to rubbing my back with one hand and my chest with the other. The one on my chest going down onto my stomach too. No sleep always seemed to put me in lala land and I just kind of was floating along. His hand on my front seemed to be rubbing lower and lower till it definitely was hitting the top of my pants and then lower yet and I felt him rub my cock and balls for a second or two. He then removed his hand from me and took one of mine and led it to his cock and for some reason I took ahold of it and found myself slowly stroking it. I felt like I was in a dream or something as he kept up a soothing whispering talk into my ear. I couldn't seem to move away. As I was stroking his ever hardening cock his hand left mine and went to the front of my pants again and started to undo them. His other hand kept up its slow rub of my back as he did this and I felt helpless to move away and really couldn't seem to find the will to. His one hand dipped into my, now open pants, and pulled my cock out and was rubbing it starting to make me get harder and harder. My mind was telling me I needed to wake the hell up and get away but being so tired I couldn't seem to move away at all. I was so tired and must have nodded off again a little. As I came back around again, I noticed his hand that had been caressing my cock had opened up my shirt and was sliding it off of my shoulders and soon it was off and his bare chest was against mine as he leaned in to kiss me and I let him do it. His tongue went deep into my mouth and I found myself returning it. This must be a dream I thought. After a bit, he was pulling me into a standing position and then my pants were being lowered and he was laying me on top of the table. I just went with it and could not put up any resistance at all. Then I was laying flat on my back and he had moved down and removed my shoes, socks and then pulled my pants off, leaving me totally naked on the table. He moved back around to the side, slowly bringing one of his hands from my foot to my crotch and then dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. He then climbed on the table with me, naked also. This must be a dream is all I could think and soon I will wake up. This is crazy, isn't it? He started to kiss me again, running his hand up and down my chest and then down to cup my cock and balls. I found myself holding onto his now hard cock and stroking it as this all was going on. His kisses then went down across my chin, my neck, to my chest and from one nipple to the other, nibbling on them each in turn. Then his head kept on going down and then I felt his mouth open and my cock being swallowed to the base in one gulp as my back arched up to meet this wild sensation. He then turned around and I found his cock right over my own mouth and then as I opened my mouth, it entered. I tried to suck like I thought he was doing but know it could not be as good as what he was doing to me since I had never done this before. Soon I felt him pulling my legs up higher and higher and then his mouth came off of my cock and licked down across my balls and then down more and was then licking my hole. I again found my back arching up to meet his tongue as it entered my hole. He fucked my hole mercilessly with his tongue driving me nuts. He was slobbering and licking and flicking around and into me and then I felt one of his fingers enter me. Soon another and then another was in me, driving me wilder with each. I couldn't seem to get enough. Then he stopped licking and keeping his fingers in me, turned around slowly and brought his head back up to mine and again started to kiss me. Between kisses he kept telling me, whispering, how great my hole felt and he just couldn't help it. He needed me and I couldn't stop. He asked, this time, if he could go ahead and I found myself saying yes. He then raised my legs up and crawled between them and I felt his cock replace his fingers and enter me. He eased it in slowly until I felt his balls against my ass again. Damn, this is crazy but feels so good is all I could think. He reached down and raised my legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, basically tipping me almost completely upside down and then slowly his cock slid back our of me till just the head was still in and then back in again and again. Then he told me he couldn't stand it as my hole was too tight and good and started to really ram his cock in and out of me hard and as deep as he could drive it. I found myself raising up to meet his in thrusts. He got wilder and wilder and the more he did the more I drove myself onto his cock. He drilled my hole for a good 15 minutes of this and then I all at once was aware that my own cock was harder than I could remember it ever being and it was starting to cum. My mouth had been hanging open, moaning and my cum was now pouring down my own throat. My spasms seemed to drive him wild and he told me he could feel my ass clenching with each spurt and it was time. I then could actually feel his cock start to spurt in me and he drove his cock as deep into me as he could, grinding it and trying to reach clear to my throat I think. Spurt after spurt from us both till we were drained and fell back onto the table in a heap. We laid like that for a while and then all at once, I was wide awake and and thinking what the hell am I doing? I had done it again. Let this man fuck my ass with his HIV again and this time I wasn't drunk. What a crazy thing.

Had my ASDA (that's a grocery store in UK - like WALMART) delivery driver's black cock out when he asked to use my toilet for a piss. The perv had it still in his hand after he came out of the bathroom, and with me saying "fuck ! That's nice" he gave it a quick wave and clocked me licking my lips (tease!) and said "suck?". Did just that but, after a couple of minutes, the fucker pushed my face away and just said "Laters Fag" and left. Waiting for next time...

Best story I've read on here in ages. Love how you get on with it without a boring intro. Great story, hope to read more from you

Bye, Bye, John I liked John because he was big, hairy, arrogant, and married. It’s also why I had no problem charging him up once I knew I was POZ. I don’t remember how we met. It was probably through an ad I placed on one of the computer mailing lists I’m on. Or maybe he read my computer profile, liked it and contacted me. I was going to the baths now and then and laying on my stomach so guys could come in and use my hole. This was before I met Jose who I finally let knock me up big time. In any case, I was surprised when John showed up. John’s about 6 feet, 200 and something, very hairy, solidly build. Half Hispanic and half Italian. John had the macho of one combined with the “do-me” attitude of the other. He claimed he’d only been with a couple guys and actually got the shakes the first time I blew him, so I knew he was telling the truth. I’m not usually into middle-class dudes, even the married ones, but something told me to bear with it and just wait a few weeks and see what was under that nicey nice suburban façade. Besides, his ass was all hairy and solid and it totally turns me on to blow a wad into a married butt hole. John was (note the continued past tense) one of those guys who thinks discrete means shutting off the porch light, then the living room lights once he gets here, turn the living room light on when he’s ready to leave, John exits, and then the porch light goes back on. Well, Mary, if that ain’t signaling to the neighbors that I’m entertaining again . . . All it took was a couple weeks of encouragement, of letting John know this was all about HIS pleasure, that I’m not a pussy and won’t break if he needs to get rough. Not only was it OK to drop in late night, but he should drop in late night if he needed to get off. I mean, he’s straight. He deserves it, right? Heh. It turned out that John wasn’t a hitter, though he did smack me a couple of times. And he wasn’t into verbal abuse, though he did call me a couple of names. John was basically a nice guy and wanted to get something very simple that he wasn’t getting at home―he wanted to feel appreciated. Which meant me down on my knees in the dark, licking caressing, stroking John’s body, telling him how great his body was: “I like your thighs.” “―Why?” “Cause they’re big, and hairy. They’re thick, sweaty, taste good.” “―What else do you like?” “Your balls.” “―What do you like about my balls?” “They’re big and warm. Sweaty. You’ve made babies.” “―What else do you like?” “You’re uncut. I really like that. You’re big (Lie Pinocchio.). You use it to fuck pussy.” (Married guys don’t like to be reminded of their wives. The kids are OK, and they totally get off on the illusion they’re pussyhounds out there getting it. But, they wouldn’t brag about having saved a load for three days for you if that part was true.) This probably all seems silly, but John was so sincere and so into being appreciated and, hey, it worked for the two of us and that’s what matters. This went on for a couple months. John would come by after he finished jogging, so he was damp and sweaty and that was one more thing I liked. And if he was an extra five minutes getting home and had a slightly heavier sweat, who’d notice? Then, one day I get a piece of email: “Want it? . . . No rubber? . . . Take the load?” And this is, like, totally, what I’ve been craving. Some hairy married Daddy to come over on a regular basis and flood me with his babies. I’d been jerking off thinking about John doing this for quite awhile. I got nervous, because if John’s with me, he’s probably with five other guys. You know what sluts married men are. Then, I realized, like, dude you’re getting it up the butt at the baths, what’s one more load? Only I wanted some of John’s hole. My tongue had been up there a few times and a finger, but I wanted the real thing. So I decide, do like the ad says, and go for it. I emailed back saying I wasn’t really into that and knew he wasn’t either, but since I liked him, I’d be willing to give it a try if he would. And John said yes, and that’s how I poisoned his arrogant clueless ass. But, that’s getting ahead of the story. He wanted to fuck me first, so I gave him enough to cause a major case of blue balls when I pulled off and said my turn. Even though I’d rimmed him a little and opened him up some with my finger you could tell it really hurt, which was cool with me, cause if the fuck doesn’t hurt, the Top’s not doing his job. I’m not into cherry-popping virgins, but it probably really was his first time. So I shot fast and then gave John my hole. It hurt and I wanted it to last forever cause I’m into getting pain from str8 dudes. So I kept telling John how great he was, which was like totally untrue with anyone else but me. I wanted him to hump me for a long time and made sure he took his time with long slow strokes before blasting off. We got into the habit of taking turns raw. It was like a new toy. John couldn’t get enough of my butt and taking the load up his. Cool, right? Except all this time, I’d been going to the baths here in San Diego once a month and taking a load or two. I’d met an inked ex-con there who started knocking on my door when he needed a piece. I was sticking my neg butt in the air and begging for el SIDA from that uncut Mexican cock. Typical male, I kept these in two separate compartments. I wondered how I was gonna tell John that we shouldn’t fuck anymore. Or that he should get tested. Then I realized, man, all those times I was on my knees begging John to let me lick his asshole, I wanted to see him cry, just once. Just break down, tears, blubber, totally lose it. Yuh, I had some guilt about John sharing our gift with wifey and the kids losing their Daddy. But, I got over it. So, fast forward, I got the fuck flu, felt totally mixed up (and can tell the rest of that story another time). But now I know John’s got whatever’s in me and I feel totally affectionate towards him. Evil, but affectionate. Only this doesn’t last very long, because one night John comes over and after we do out usual fuck-fuck routine, he puts on that “I have serious news” face and tells me his company is transferring him to the East Coast. And then I put on mine and say, “John, I’m POZ. I just found out I’m HIV positive.” John tells me I shouldn’t joke like that and I tell him I’m not joking and John says it’s not funny and I agree and say he should get tested. And that’s when it starts to hit. And his eyes start to water. In fencing they taught us where to stab the opponent so you can miss the vital organs and they bleed to death. So I assured him he’d probably be OK, and that there’s lots of new meds on the market that keep people alive longer. . . heh. And I’m being like totally sympathetic and then casually drop in that anyone else he’s been with should get tested as well. John collapses down onto the couch and starts crying his eyes out. I can tell he’s into shock, because what does he say? Not, my wife. Not, my kids. But, “my job”! The poor dude’s worried about missing a promotion. And this is what I’ve wanted to see for a long time: Big, hairy Daddy on the couch crying his eyes out because he got knocked up by a fag. Well, I apologized, we cried (I’m not heartless), and snuggled. We fucked a second time that night! A beautiful caring lay. John moved after that and I never saw him again. Can’t say I’m sorry though.