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A few months ago, I blogged about hooking up with an ostensibly straight young bloke who was the boyfriend of the sister of one of my dealer’s. Since then, I’d been helping him out with his rent at the hostel he’s been staying at but it wasn’t much good for hooking up. We’d hooked up a few times at venues and hotels and he’d stayed at the farm for a few days once. The place in town I’d been sharing since I’d moved to the farm wasn’t feasible given my friends were there too so I decided to lease an apartment. Overlooking the city skyline, pretty modern, two (and a half) bedrooms. Nice ‘get’ really. When Tard first came over, I hadn’t told him I’d leased it long-term and was thinking of inviting him to live in the spare bedroom; obviously the idea of leaving him alone here three days a week most weeks worried me a little. But I intended that first time to stay in the city for at least the week and see how it went. I think I asked him if he wanted to move in on a trial basis the next morning as he was fucking me. We sealed the deal by me flipping him onto his back, sharing a slam and me slam fucking him. It’s been a few months now and, in all honesty, it’s working out better than I’d hoped. We’re not in a relationship but we are living together in every sense except that neither of us expect fidelity. Tard was essentially homeless when we first ‘got together’ so I offered him to share my new place. From the day he moved in, he’s made it clear he prefers to sleep with me in my bedroom even though he has his own room. So far, I’m loving the arrangement. For a kid who basically left home when he was 14 and has lived on and off the streets since then; who became a father himself at 14 or 15 and again at 19 (he’s just announced that his girlfriend of sorts is four months pregnant and she’s intending to keep the kid), who’s spent some time in both juvenile detention and in an adult prison; and who’s supported himself and his drug habit by selling his body since he was young, he’s surprisingly ‘together’ at least in relation to me. He asked me if I minded if he took up escorting again to support himself and his kids and, of course, his drug habit; we talked about it for a long time as I wanted him to be certain that it wouldn’t affect his sense of self. He was more concerned about “sponging” off me. So I’ve been actively helping him establish himself as an escort (versatile and, yes, he works bare and seems literally to have no limits to what services he’s willing to offer) and I must admit it’s been incredibly hot watching a few of his ‘appointments’ with his clients. I filmed a couple of the sessions for him with the clients and I must admit that Tard and I have fucked to the vids already. I booked a session for him with a couple of escorts I’ve regularly hired and they’ve really taken him under their wings. He’s had a couple of bookings with them already and the three of them have done two amateur porn scenes with him mostly getting fucked. One took Tard to a gangbang in Sydney to introduce him to some of his clients and not only did he do very well, he was booked for a breeding party a couple of weekends ago which ended up being three days wired, with his legs open, taking multiple loads. According to the escort who organised it for us, there were some poz tops there; it’s hard to tell on the vid but he’s pretty sure a few poz loads were pounded into Tardy. And he’s decided that’s going to be his focus in escorting; cumdump at bareback parties, with an especial openness towards poz tops breeding negative holes like his. (He’s already persuaded two of his straight mates to be straight cumdumps with him and he does seem to have a talent for identifying straight men who might be interested. (He loves playing with other straight guys and teaching them the wonders of wired gay fucking.) Last Friday week, he brought two young blokes home (from his outreach centre) and we ended up having sex with them; one fucked Tard brutally and we all ended up fucking the younger one. That one’s proven a real cutie.

Indianapolis—December, 2019 I don’t remember how we met online. I do know that we have chatted off and on for almost a dozen years. Now that I was in the Mid-Indiana area, I wanted to see if we could finally meet. Sam was excited I was finally closer. His life was more complicated now as he lived with a straight family member. But in my fourth week there he finally had the house to himself. I asked if he wanted me to bring the sling. He did. He said he’d never been in one. I told him how much room it required and he thought the living room could take it. I found the house, finally, even though some street signs were down. It was small—and the living room was crowded, but we moved some furniture and made it happen. I really looked at him as we lugged a coffee table out of the room. He was my age…a good ten years older than the pics in his profile, but that was no issue. He was tall and thin. He was just beginning to show a gut—which was just more pronounced with his thin build. He had a decent cock—just under seven inches. But I was here for his ass… I sit on the couch. There is just room for him to kneel in front of me with the sling set up. “Let me get that dick nice and hard. And good and wet.” He is very verbal. Each time he does something he comments on it. “Your balls are delicious in that ripe jock. Let me get them wetter.” I let him suck me at his own pace. Only once do I push down on his head when he is struggling to take the last half inch. He gags. And actually has to excuse himself. He runs from the room. Fortunately, we both find it kinda hot. He comes back and sucks me with gusto. “Wanna get in the sling?” “Yeah. I’ve truly never been in one.” He sits and tips back into it expertly. H’mmmm… “And you are good with me going in raw?” “Yeah…” he fingers his hole and nods. “Just don’t cum in me.” I slap my hard cock on his balls. And kneel to eat his hole. The act of rimming him makes his mouth go non-stop. “Eat that hole. Stick your tongue in this mancunt. Eat me out…” On and on…but more hot than not. I stand up and push in. It’s an easier entry than I thought it might be, but it is still a tight hole. This causes another gush of words. “Fuck me. Use me. Fuck!” I speed up to a blistering fuck speed. I pound his hole—and abruptly pull it out. “Wha…??” “Taste your hole on my cock.” I move around the side of the sling and shove my cock in his mouth. He cleans me with abandon. When I move back to his ass, another torrent of words follow me. “Fuck, I taste good. That is hot. I don’t do that very often. You are such a [banned word]…” The last is cut short by my pushing into his ass again. I fuck long slow strokes, moving the sling back and forth with me standing still. “Fuck, that feels so good. I want your cum in me. I know I said I didn’t, but I don’t care. Cum in my hole. Cum in me!” He has begun to jerk his cock. He’s not fully hard anymore, but I am sure he is going to shoot pretty damn fast. “You want my cum in your hole?” I speed up, my hips taking over the driving fuck. “Yes, I want your load. I want your whole load deep inside. I want you. I want your cum…” More and more as he jerks. I have been fucking for maybe ten minutes. Are we truly done? I speed up the fuck even more, making the chains rattle. And something in his constant talk flips a switch in my brain. I am suddenly ready to breed. “I’m gonna load your ass. Want it?” “Yes! Breed me. Breed me deep. Let me feel it!” I give him three more strokes and fire off my load. I grunt it out, holding onto the sling frame. His cock erects. I can just lean down and take him in my mouth, keeping me firmly in his ass, and take his load into my mouth. Sam groans out his orgasm, his words becoming meaningless sounds. And that is it. We are done. Short and sweet. Though his cum was a little bitter… No jump to conclude it this time as it was so short, but feel free to peruse the 1050 other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/