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All the guys knew Rodney was too long a name and they called him Rod from the time he was a little tyke. Now, Rod was a big boy 6'5" of solid football muscle. Two big universities were wooing him. A few of his teammates wanted to woo him. But, there were also fans who got moon faced over seeing him on the field, in town, at his job in the hardware store, and at church on Sunday mornings and evenings and Wednesday evenings. Rod was the guy fathers wanted to find to marry their daughters. Solid, upright, and so handsome. All thru football season, Rod kept his thick blond hair close cropped. His blue eyes were stunning, even when seen thru the face guard of the football helmet. He had been First Junior escort his Junior Year and Homecoming king this year. With football season over, Rod let his hair grow out, He loved having it very long. He went to his mom's hairdresser to keep it neat, but never really cut it. It was his sign, his symbol. He saw himself as Garrett, the spear bearer of mythology. Others saw him that way too. During football season Garrett always worked out in the school weight room. It was well-equipped, had a sauna, and whirlpool. But when football was over, he headed to the local gym. It was better equipped and he got a special deal as where Rod went, others followed. The owner knew Rod would bring in many memberships. So, Rod got the use of the place for free. Every afternoon, he would appear, work out, shower and head to work at the hardware store. Mr Higgins trusted Rod implicitly giving him the key, making him the manager after 5. Rod didn't have a lot of business in the evenings so he was able to do homework and study. There was wifi to facilitate ordering and checking new products. So Rod was able to play on his laptop as well. A couple of his buddies would drop by to check homework and shoot the breeze. Mr Higgins never minded as long as Rod would take care of the few customers who did come in. It became almost a routine. He had the closing system down to a science. He would lock the main door. Go in the back room to check delivery doors, start turning out lights, make sure no water was running in the john, lock the door to the back room, start turning out lights in the front making sure the security remained on, set the alarm, and let himself out, locking the front doors. He would walk the 6 blocks home, carrying his computer, book bags, and gym bag. When he got home, he would have his supper, kept warm by his loving mom, tell her about his day. Go into the living room and talk with his dad about sports and life, then head upstairs to his bedroom. In that quiet room, he would strip off all his clothes, move to his private bathroom, brush his teeth, take a much needed piss. Only odd thing was, he'd start his piss in a glass, measured 4 oz, then finish in the toilet. Then he would drink that piss down, usually strong as he hadn't pissed since noon. Licking his lips, he would turn out the bathroom light. His prayers were long, but fervent. Lying down, he would take his cock in his right hand and fall asleep holding it. Rod was unusual for sure as he would awaken in the same position he went to sleep in. Cock always rock hard after tantalizing dreams. He needed no alarm cock. Years of routine had made him a regular early riser. That routine was the same in the morning, take a crap, shower, piss in the glass, exactly 4 ounces, piss in the toilet, drink the strong morning piss, comb is hair, admiring how much longer it was getting, checked the progress of hair on his chest, treasure trail and bush, bend over to see his ass growing fur in the mirror, and get dressed. Rod hated underwear. He only wore it in they gym or at football so he would have dirty underwear for the wash. So, shirt, khakis, no socks, and beef roll penny loafers. With pants losing pleats and going flat front, commando was harder to manage, but Rod refused to wear underwear and didn't own a jock. He loved the free feeling. Breakfast, brush teeth, kiss mom and off to school completed the routine. He never checked his messages until he was in the car. There were always a few. Today was one from Coach Jameson. There would be a scout to see him at one. He should pickup his pass before school, be excused from class and meet them in the conference room in the athletic department. Well, he just might get a good scholarship, he thought. This might be a great day after all. More to come. I hope you like the beginning. It will get very nasty with chems

The guy spread his ass checks and let Justin eat and tongue his hole. The guy was moaning and telling Justin what a hot tongue he had. Justin could feel precum on his left nipple from the guys dick. He thought fuck that dick must be huge. A minute later the guy pulled off Justin's tongue and he grabbed Justin and pulled him to the edge of the bed and let his head hand over the side. Fucker, open that whore mouth and throat of yours. The straight guy guided his thick cock into Justin's mouth. Justin sucked and licked the head of this guys dick, it tasted amazing, Justin moaned on his dick and then he heard the torch. The guy must be taking a hit, fuck I hope he gives me some. The guy pulled his dick out and then held Justin;s mouth open and blew the cloud in and said inhale whore. Then he heard the torch again as he blew a cloud out and the guy did it again. Justin wanted to kiss him so bad, but the guy just kept holding Justin's mouth open and soon they were both flying. The straight guy told Justin to keep his mouth open and he grabbed Justin's head and then slowly slide his cock all the way into Justin's throat. Justin began to panic, the dick was really long and thick. The guy held Justin's head in place until he bottomed out. Justin tried to pull away and the guy laughed, fucking whore you are not going anywhere. The pulled his dick out just a little and slide it deep. That is some good throat boy, then he pulled out further and slide back in and Justin's body started to shake. The straight guy slide is cock out enough so Justin could gasp and cough and make gabbing sounds. The straight guy turned Justin's head to the left and let the all the saliva run out as he held Justin's mouth open. Then he slide the fingers from his left hand into Justin's wet mouth and slowly pressed his long fingers down the kids throat as he said boy open up, come on open the fuck up. Justin tried to relax but his fingers were so deep, he could not tell if there were just two or three but fuck he was gagging and the guy said through your nose bitch, breath through your nose. Justin snorted and tried and then the guys withdrew his fingers and and grabbed a towel and whipped his fingers off and then grabbed the pipe leaving justin there with his mouth a mess and saliva everywhere. Once again the guy held Justin's mouth open and blew clouds and Justin inhaled and after five gunshots the guy held Justin's head and slide down his throat with ease, the finger stretching did the trick. The guy said I knew you would open up. He fucked his throat for three minutes and then pulled out so Justin could breath. Two more time, each time going a little longer and then letting Justin breath and then he hit the pipe again and they did another round. This time Straight guy went over to Justin's computer and turned on some straight porn and all Justin could hear is a young chick getting nailed by two guys one in her ass and one in her cunt. The guy said, I fucking love this one. She is taking a huge black dick in her pussy, a huge Latin dick in her ass and you are gonna pretend you are her and I am gonna use your throat to cum in. The guy moved Justin on his side, and he laid down next to him so he could watch this hot young chick get nailed and he slide in Justin's throat and fucked hit off and on for the next thirty minutes and then finally grabbed Justin's head and shoved his dick deep and came and came a total of ten ropes down Justin's throat. He pulled out and then told the kid to suck him clean, lick all the cum off his dick and when the guy was satisfied he pushed Justin into place and sat on his face again. Eat my hole some more you fucking whore. We are gonna make a regular thing of this you sick fucking slut. Justin ate his hole for five minutes and he said fucking whore you would do that all night if I let you, I gotta go. I have your number and email. When I reach out you better answer, the only time I will contact you is when I am on the way. You better be fucking ready. Then he got up and dressed and just before leaving the room he unfastened Justin's hands and said my friend told me to do that otherwise I would have let you fucking figure it out slut. Stay right there till I leave. Justin stretched his arms out and a a few second later he heard the door and the then slipped off the blindfold and played with his little tina dick.

Confident sluts. Guys that proud to be who they are without the boasting or flaboyantness or self depricative. Loose holes, no hole is ever too loose for me. That being said I'm not against tight ones, just be willing to let me turn you into a sloppy slut. Body type I like anything from chubby bear to average Joe. Unfortunately not into twinks.

Mr. Benson says how did I like watching them work over this person who was beating up Gay men. As one who has been beaten up a few times I thought it was right as all we are trying to do. I'm taken into what looks like a operating room and lay me on the table face up. Mr. Benson says you will become a member of his family as I have to be marked. He pierces my tongue, then a nose ring, both of my nipples and did that hurt and then a Prince Albert piercing in the head of my dick. Mr. Benson when I get older and I have proven my self he ask one of his assistants to remove his shirt. I see the POZ tattoos and then I see the brand of the letters of MB on his ass cheek. Mr. Benson grabs my face and says that can't be removed even as I not only have his body but his sole. As I'm already POZ Mr.Benson does not have to convert me but he does my hole, so he and his assistants are fucking me and have turned me into a real cum loving pig who is willing to drink their piss and cum. They put me in the sling one day and I see plenty of parTy supplies and toys on the table next to me. Mr.Benson comes in with the 2 assistants dress like a butcher with rubber aprons on. I can't keep my eyes off the needles as I have not been slammed in a long time and just the thought of have they needle in my arm and seeing my blood into the syringe is getting me hard.Mr. Benson is laughing and says I wonder if he knows why he is in the sling for as he grabs my dick then takes a syringe and inject it into me and its not Tina but a caverject, that will keep the bitch hard and make a good film. I see my dick grow and its as hard as it has ever been and wish I have a hole to put it in, but its not to be as I feel the sharp prick in my arm and the warm rush as I cough my brains and realize this was a very heavy slam. I'm not in this sling to get fuck but to get fisted and I'm scared to death as Mr.Benson dick is the biggest thing I have ever taken as I say they to Mr.Benson. Then one of Mr. Benson assistants turns around grabs a little lube and shoves his own hand up his hole like its nothing. I'm told with proper training I will soon be the same way as Mr. Benson has 4 fingers in my ass, then a toy and the lube he is using burns at first but it makes my hole so hungry for more. He is so gentle as he knows when its to much and when its feels great he pushes harder. I see in the mirror above me his hand is gone as my dick is so hard as he is working my prostrate like the bitch I am I'm trying to push my self deeper on to his hand. When Mr.Benson gets tired his assistants take over as they keep me well slammed and that lube is to die for as my hole is so hungry after they pull out as I beg for something in it. They bring over this machine that has a large dildo on it and shove it into my hole and start it up and leave the room. I can see there is a drip of lube but its not that special lube that I like but found out later its cum they have acquire from local bathhouses. The machine goes from very slow which is enjoyable to very fast and when its very fast it hurts. Any ideas where you want to go from here? Thank You

Men who relish fucking ass. If they’re aggressive and rough, so much the better. No other criteria - I almost just said ‘Men with a cock’ but there’s something special about serving Men who love what they’re doing.

Rod entered school with a group of his buds, As he did, female heads turned, some male heads as well. Principal Adams saw him and said, Hey, Rod, I have something for you. Rod approached the 5"10" man towering over him and thanked him for the pass. They exchanged pleasantries, talked about an upcoming dance, and Rod moved on. His first period class was Calculus. Rod had a mind for numbers and logic. There was a pop quiz and Rod knew he had aced it. Mr Johnson asked him to stay after class. There was a math bowl coming up and he wanted Rod to participate. Rod said, "Mr Johnson, I will be happy to help out if I can get time off work. Give me some lead time and I'm sure Mr. Higgins will find a way to let me go for the time." Mr Johnson replied, "It is 2 weeks from Saturday. I hope Mr Higgins will cooperate." Rod nodded and said that he'd ask. Rod was fairly certain Mr Higgins would agree, but refused to commit until he was certain. He was like that. When he gave his word, it was like a promise from God. The day passed quickly and one o'clock had Rod in the conference room with Coach and a Mr Samson from State U. Mr Samson had seen the game films. He had seen Rod play. He knew he wanted this kid, but wanted to red shirt him for the first year. Rod was uncertain about that. He had to talk it over with his parents and think it thru. Mr Samson gave coach his card and said, "Son, rules say I can't contact you directly, but if you have questions or concerns, Coach will contact me and be the go between. It was already 2:30, the final bell range at 2:40 so Coach said, "Don't interrupt your last class. Just get your things from your locker and head on out." Rod thanked him and headed to his car. It would be a short drive to the gym for workouts. He'd have an hour, then take the car home, have a snack, take a shit and piss, and walk to work. Everyone knew Rod was a creature of habit and a couple buds met him as he walked to work. They all wanted to know what the Coach had lined up for him. Rod explained. They all agreed he should not redshirt. He was ready for big league of university football. Rod, as usual, said that he'd talk it over with his parents. Mr Higgins was ready to leave for dinner at home when Rod arrived. Rod talked with him about the math bowl and Mr Higgins agreed to come in on that Saturday so Rod could participate. Rod, thanked him profusesly. Mr Higgins said, "I am proud of you on the football field and in the classroom. Go and do your best." Rod broke his own rule and had a Coke to celebrate the day. After all, it was a good day for him. Scholarship offer and be a star in math bowl. The evening was quiet. Only four customers. Mr Koury needed a flapper for his toilet. Mrs Johnson wanted some paint mixed. Mr Murphy needed some machine screws. Other than that, Rod studied and played on the Internet. He always checked emails last. The usual letters about nothing, but one was different, sender was blocked. Rod thought he shouldn't open it, but did. More to come, and cum

I am incapable of sexual monogamy and this is true of most males. I never tire of being a piece of fuck meat and feeling yet another cock or hand (or sometimes both) enter me even as I am being milked for my own seed. You will have to decide what is important to you and discuss it with your partner. I have a boyfriend now that I love to pieces and both of us are highly promiscuous. We enjoy hearing about the sexploits of each other and he has been the cameraman for several of my porn scenes because he enjoys seeing me get used hard and heavy, so you can have Love and Lust in your life at the same time but you both have to be open to it.

Last night I hooked up with a guy visiting for work. Mid 30s, bigger bearish type guy. Went to his hotel room intending to just make out and trade oral. The moment I saw his cock, I knew I had to have it in me. Average length, but THICK! Neither of us had poppers, and I usually don’t bottom without them, but I had to have. Didn’t have lube either, but we used the hotel lotion from the bathroom. He ate my ass while I deep throated his cock, then I climbed on top and sat on it. It hurt at first - I wasn’t prepared. Eventually started to feel REALLY good. He then put me on my back and fucked me while holding my legs up and open. Then I got on all fours and he fucked me from behind, breeding me before long. Took about a two minute breather and he was ready to go again. So he slid back into my ass and shot another load pretty quick. As I was getting in my car to head home, I got a message on Grindr from a guy who was nearby. Chatted a couple minutes, told him I had two loads in me, and he asked if I wanted a third. Of course I did! I asked him where. He said he’s a night security guard. He fucked me outside, behind the building. We could see traffic going by, but it was too dark for anyone to see us. He wasn’t even in me two minutes before he shot his load.

You really need to stop watching Fox “News.”

This happened quite a long time ago now and I've never told anyone about it. First of all, I should say I don't really like stealthing and I've never done it - I don't want to take anyone's choices away from them - but that's just my view. I've always known that it happens - and this is the story of the time it happened to me. It was 1996 and I had not long turned 30. After many years of carefully practising safe sex, I was starting to have sex without condoms. At first it was only as a top, then I let a few guys fuck me without a condom and cum in my arse. I knew I was enjoying unprotected sex - the feelling of shooting my load right up someone's arse with no condom was becoming addictive. I was also starting to enjoy being fucked bare and had enjoyed taking a few load in my arse. I knew that if I continued doing this there would be consequences and so, after thinking about it very seriously, I decided to go back to using condoms on every occasion. One afternoon I was on a training course in central London and when it finished I decided to check out the toilets at Marble Arch. The toilets were situated underground in the maze of passages that led to the various exits from the underground station and the park. There was a load of urinals at one end and down at the other end two rows of cubicles down the side and a long row of cubicles along the back. The toilet was very active and I had enjoyed some very horny fun in there. Guys would cruise down at the cubicles where you couldn't be seen and a lot of sucking and even fucking went on in these cubicles. A lot of people used to climb up on the toilets and watch the action in the next cubicle as you couldn't easily be seen from the main part of the toilet. I was feeling horny and was hoping to get some action. The toilet was always busy in the late afternoon and early evening with guys on their way home from work and students coming out of the nearby university. I had lube and condoms with me so I was all ready. The toilet was quite busy and I cruised around for a while and then I caught the eye of a dark haired guy in trackie bottoms and a T shirt. He was just my type and he seemed to be interested in me. He looked to be late 20s, early 30s, with hairy arms and slightly dark skin and from the bulge in his trackies I guessed that he had quite a big cock. Whe a cubicle became vacant I went in and he followed me. I sat down on the toilet and he stood in front of me. I reached up and pulled his trackie bottoms and pants down and his cock sprang out. I was not disappointed and wasted no time in taking his big thick cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and he sighed and then pulled his cock out and indicted to me to lick his balls. I licked his balls for a while and then he pushed his cock back into my mouth and I started sucking him again. I thought he was going to let me suck him until he came in my mouth but after a while he pulled his cock out and indicated to me to stand up. He moved in close and said "I want to fuck you," softly in my ear. I was very turned on by the thought of this fit lad fucking me with his big thick cock and soon I was bent over the toilet with my arse lubed. I had given him a condom which he had rolled on to his cock without comment and soon I felt the head of his big cock pushing into my arse. I spread my legs more and soon he was pushing his cock right up me. I hadn't been fucked for a while and it hurt at first, but he gave me a moment to get used to his cock and then he began to fuck me. He started off slowly and then began to fuck me a little harder. His cock slipped out my arse and he pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his cock back up me. I was really turned on now as he began to fuck me harder. If anything, his cock seemed to feel even bigger in my arse as he took hold of my hips and began to fuck me really hard. I knew he was getting close and soon his breathing got heavier and he thrust hard up my arse a few times and then pushed his cock right up me and held it there. When he finished cumming he pulled out and as I got up and turned round he had pulled off the condom and was wiping his cock with a tissue. I grinned at him and he grinned back, stuffed his cock back into his pants and left the cubicle. A short time later I was on the train back to west London. The train was busy and I had to stand all the way but I didn't care. I was feeling good and I had just enjoyed a really enjoyed a good hard fuck. As the train sped out of London I became aware of a wet, squelchy feeling in my arse. I knew I was still lubed from the fuck, but this felt like more than just lube. In fact, it felt like I had a load of cum in my arse..... I got off the train and walked round towards my flat, still feeling the wet sensation in my arse. Near the station there was a patch of vacant land with a couple of billboards in front of it. I went behind one of the billboards, pulled my pants down and squatted. I pushed and a big load of cum spurted out my arse, followed by some more and then some more. I didn't know what to think. I knew the guy had used a condom and at first I thought it must have split. Then I wondered if he had removed it? I was shocked and I was also annoyed with myself - I had promised myself I wouldn't take any more risks and I told myself I should have checked that he still had the condom on. After a while I deciced to put the experience behind me and make sure I played safe on every occasion in future. A few weeks later I was in central London again on the Saturday afternoon meeting some friends for a birthday lunch in a pizza restaurant. The restaurant was busy and at the next table to us there was a group of young lads who looked about 18 or 19. It was late afternoon when we finished and, feeling hormy again, I decided to check out the toilets at Marble Arch. It was not so busy this time, but when I went down to the cubicles the first person I saw was the guy who had fucked me a few weeks before. He was just entering a cubicle and I was fairly sure I had seen someone entering it just in front of him. I waited and after a short time, someone came out of the cubicle next to the one the guy had gone into. I went in to the cubicle, shut the door, climbed quietly up on to the toilet and looked over. The dark haired guy was in there with someone - and I realised it was one of the young lads from the pizza restaurant - a small blond haired lad. The lad was sitting on the toilet sucking on the dark haired guy's cock. I unzipped my jeans and began to play with myself as I watched the young lad sucking the guy's cock. He sucked him for a while and then the dark haired guy pulled his cock out of the lad's mouth and motioned to him to stand up. The lad stood up and the dark haired guy whispered something in his ear. A short time later, the lad was bent over the toilet, his jeans and his white underpants down at his ankles and I had a perfect view from above as the dark haired guy pushed his condom clad cock slowly up his slim arse. I noticed that, as he did so, he pushed the condom half way down his cock.... He began to fuck the young lad, slowly at first, and then he began to fuck him a bit harder. He fucked him for a while and then his cock slipped out the young lad's arse. In just a few seconds, the dark haired guy had removed the condom and pushed his cock back up the young lad's arse. He began to really fuck the young lad now and I had a perfect view from above of this big, thick, hairy cock thrusting up the young lad's pale, slim arse - now without a condom. I knew this should't turn me on but somehow it did and I was wanking now as I watched him take hold of the lad's hips and begin to fuck him harder. I could see the dark haired guy was getting close and I looked at the young lad. His eyes were closed and he had a look of sheer pleaseure on his face as he pushed his arse back against the dark haired guy's thrusts. Just then the dark haired guy thrust hard up the lad's arse a few times and then pushed his cock right up him and held it there. I knew we was cumming in the young lad's unprotected arse and as he did I shot my load down the cubicle wall. The dark haired guy left the cubicle and I watched as the young lad pulled up his pants, totally unaware that he had just been bred. I found it hard to stop thinking about the scene I had witnessed and I was shocked by how much it had turned me on. I thought back to the load I had taken a few weeks before and how good it had felt in my arse. That night I drove up to Hampstead Heath and before long I was bent over being fucked - without a condom. I let two more guys fuck and breed me before fucking a young black lad without a condom and shooting my load right up his arse. As I drove home I could feel the cum sliding out into my pants and I knew I wanted more. The guy who stealthed me had unleashed something inside me - and I was now on a different path.

Jerry had been watching that hot ass for a long time. He had just given Rod his first booty bump. Within an hour Rod would be looking for anything to shove up that ass. When he found that Rod's parents would be gone all day Friday, he knew that Rod would need another treatment, before work and after. Rog had to go for college entrance tests three towns away. Jerry would have that Rodney's big rod and fine ass all to himself until quite late Saturday. Jerry smiled knowing he wasn't even on call. Some things just work out, Jerry thought. He would use a little sodiumpentathol to learn secrets, use that fine ass a few time take pix and have Rod right where he should be, Jerry's cunt. Much more to cum

I think jockstraps need to be treated like a carbon steel wok rather than regular underwear. Good woks need to be seasoned in order to perform their function to the best of their ability, that is cooking food fast at high temperatures without sticking. The same is true of a jockstrap. While a clean jock covers your dick and frames your ass and hole as the main event, a well seasoned jock tells the full story - this ass needs to be used hard, bred deep, and filled until it is overflowing. It says that you're a cumdump who expects to be left dripping with seed. It also allows men who love to eat ass to smell what you are and viscerally feel your slutty nature before a single spurt of seed as been fucked up into you. When it's still coated with the leavings of the last few men in your hole it shows tops who love pre-loaded holes that you're primed and ready for them to rut in. While you may also consider it a trophy, don't underestimate the possibility that an especially horny breeder won't want it as a trophy of claiming your whore ass as his own. Having a few used jocks that you can freshen with your cummy outflow is a good idea. If you end up with too many, you can always auction them off with the story of those who bred you while you were in it. The verisimilitude of a well seasoned jock can't be underestimated. It shows what you are, what you need, and how you're faring on both scores.

The “hookup” has to happen; the awkward dancing MUST stop. Otherwise, why come to the bathhouse if you’re not ready to fuck or be fucked? You come for its social aspect?

Love this. Like to be the second top.

Justin was warm inside and he loved that guys dick, he would let him fuck him anytime anywhere he thought. Then the hands returned on Justin's ass and the pipe was torched with it in Justin's mouth, He guy eased his fingers back in Justin's hole and then pressed his thumb again and with enough force and some slight movement right and left he popped back in Justin but this time Elephant Dick was right there to press his legs at Justin's shoulders so he could not pull off and had to let his hole stretch and open up. Justin was making all kinds of noise but neither of them cared or could make anything out. The guy in his ass withdrew his hand and then slide two rocks in him. Elephant grabbed the glass that was still on the nightstand and filled it up with the last of some fruit punch in the fridge and had Justin drink. Boy you need to stay hydrated, this would hurt less if you kept your fluids up, Just sucked down the nasty juice and started to feele light and tingly inside. The T had kicked in and the g was making him float like he was outside his body as the guy started to side his hand back inside Justin. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as his hole relaxed and opened up enough so the guy could slide his hand to the wrist and then slowly pull out stretching Justin and then press back inside and force his fist a little deeper. Justin was so high and his hole so hungry it was accepting this guys hand a little deep each time. Elephant unfastened the ball gag and took it out of his mouth and faintly he could hear Justin whimper and moan. He slide his hands under Justin's chest and started to tweak his nipples and the moaning and whimpering got loader. He told the guy to take a break and the guy inside Justin slide his hand slowly out of Justin and Elephant picked Justin up and flipped him like a pancake and he suddenly on his back, He grabbed his legs and pulled each leg back so his hole was fully exposed and fastened them to a cord that was attached to a color and then he fastened it around Justin's neck, his legs flopped forward slightly but his hole was still totally exposed. Elephants dick started to get hard as the guy re-entered Justin and started using one hand then then removing it and then the other pushing deeper into Justin. His head just above Justin's lips begin to leak and drops of cum landed on Justin's lips and he licked them and then opened his mouth and pulled up enough to grab the edge of the guys head and suck it like a tap, drinking down the guys pre-cum. The fisting continued and finally the guy was up to his middle of his forearm and Elephant said it's time as his dick got rock hard and popped out of Justin's mouth. He guy removed his the hand inside Justin and went to the bathroom to clean up and he could hear even with the water running Elephant stretching Justin's home with his huge rock hard dick. Justin's moans had turned painful and he began to bed Elephant to stop but he paid no attention to the boy and when Dan the fist guy came out of the bathroom he climbed on the bed and unfastened the cord holding Justin's legs up, it was not necessary since Elephant had both legs in his hands as his dick pierced Justin's ass. Dan climbed up and sat on Justin's face and said whore eat my hole. Justin shoved his tongue in the hole, it was musky and had a funky taste. He tried to pull off but the guy grabbed his balls and tina dick in his hand and squeezed it hard. Justin Yelped and then began to stick his tongue in the guys hole. He squeezed harder and said fucker lick that hole! You hear me. Justin began to lick the guys hole all over and the guy let up on Justin's dick and balls a little and started to moan. Dan spread he ass so Justin could lick deeper as Elephant slid deep and then almost all the way out and then back in again. Justin ate Dan's ass for twenty minutes and Elephant finally shoved his dick in deep and came. Justin thought fuck is he pissing in me, Elephant came buckets in Justin and then pulled out slowly and pulled the dildo Dan found in the bathroom and slide it into Justin effortlessly and then went and took a shower. Justin lowered his legs and kept his tongue licking and probing Dan's hole while Dan hit the pipe. Justin heard Elephant come back and grab his clothes and get dressed and told Dan thanks for opening up the cunt for me. May need you again when I am back I am going to get deeper in this fag. Dan said fuck yea dude you know I love wrecking boy cunt. With that Elephant walked out out of the room and Justin heard the door close. Justin eat and licked. He hard the guy texting and five minutes later the door opened and in walked someone. The guy he bud, you got a little slut for me? That I do said Dan, he eats a mean ass give it a try! Dan slapped Justin across the face and said slut, you are gonna eat some straight guy ass, make sure you show him how much you love it. The guy got up and started to squat over Justin and the guy said, just finished work and I need a slut like you to clean my hole for me. The straight guy lowered his hairy tight round muscle ass down so Justin could get a smell and taste of his hole. Dan grabbed his balls and squeezed them tight again and said fucker eat the dirty hole boy. Justin yelped again and stuck his tongue out again and got his first taste of that guys dirty hole, tasted so odd, sweat, musk and had to be shit. The guy must have taken a dump and not wiped. Justin wanted to cry but the pain on his sensitive tina dick and the crushing of his balls kept him from pulling back and he licked and ate the hole. Nice boy the straight guy said, deeper and lick all around my hole. I want my hole totally clean before I go home. The straight guy hit the pipe while Justin serviced his nasty hole and after ten minutes he said your turn. Justin could still taste the straight guys ass on his tongue and it was on his nose and it is all he could smell so when Dan climbed back on his ass tasted like the straight guys. Five minutes later the straight guy entered the bedroom and by then Dan was Jacking his dick and got up told Justin to open his mouth and shoved his dick down Justin's throat while he unloaded a five day load. Dan told the straight guy that the boy was all his, he had to go. He left a pipe filled with T and a vile of g if he needed it on the nightstand. Don't leave it you can drop it off at my apartment if you do not use it up. With that he got up and got dressed and left. The straight guy said, boy you are really lucky. Most faggot whores love straight guys and you are about to be my little clean up whore! You are gonna give me a tongue bath after work before I go home to my GF. With that he climbed up and lowered his jock ass down and he told Justin to lick his dirty hole. I just took a shit and I hate toilet paper boy. I could have showered but than what good are you! This time when he sat down on Justin's face he felt a fat dick rest on his chest. Justin ate and licked and started to enjoy the guys hole as he spread his ass checks and encouraged Justin to swirl his tongue and circle it around his hole. That a good faggot whore, Ten minute later he hard the pipe and he guy pressed his hole into Justin's tongue and Justin was tongue fucking the guys hole and he could hear him moan. What started out really nasty was not turning Justin on, he loved making this guy moan. Straight man ridding his tongue! Fucker he said, you are making my dick hard. Right there, deeper boy,

Part 15 - December 2018 The second week of December was cold and the crisp morning frost glistened across the fields of Malvern. Inside he had never felt better although the freezing temperatures were biting through his coat as he made his way to the clinic. Stepping inside he was hoping for good news for once and Darren took a seat Dr. Edwards consulting room. After the pleasantries were out of the way he breathed a sigh of relief hearing the news that his hiv was under control. Besides this he was feeling healthier, he had given up drugs and was going to a free gym and getting fit. It had been a long struggle since his return from that June day out in London. His illnesses had gotten more frequent and couldn't bring himself to visit London again or text Sam. But he was now on the mend and so far he had gone three weeks without contracting anything. The headaches and nausea had also gone from taking the medication. He had found a job vacancy in a London theatre as a stage hand and applied for the job. He was invited to interview for the position although it didn't pay much it was a job and it had prospects. The worrying thing was if he could afford to live there if he got the job, he had already started looking for flat or house shares and working out how much he would have spare for food and other things. He walked out of the surgery and headed in to town. Having a bit of money from his benefits he was going to buy a shirt for his interview next week. He looked at his phone and found Sam's number and sent a text to him apologising for not being in touch and that he would like to meet him. Unsure weather Sam would reply or even want to meet him, he finished by texting that he owed Sam a coffee. Sam finished unpacking the last box and sat down, relieved he had finally got his new flat sorted out. It was the first time he had managed to buy a property outright thanks to his appearances in some shows during the year whilst teaching. His new flat overlooking Chelsea Harbour was miles away from the one he shared with Byron near Mountview in south London. His phone pinged somewhere and he began lifting cushions trying to find it. The smile on his face said it all when he saw a message from Darren, he had almost forgotten about him having not heard from him since June. Several texts later and Darren explained he was coming for an interview at one of the theatres. Sam knew the production crew but hesitated contacting them since he didn't know how Darren would take it if he found out. Byron rolled over in his sleep and started to wake, he sat up looking at Stefan with happiness at being back sleeping with him in familiar surroundings. Stefan still sleepy raised his hand and pulled Byron back down in to his arms and circling them firmly around Byron's body. The love between them only got stronger as the months went by, he didn't care if Stefan slept with women as long as he was the one who got in to bed with him at the end of the day. It had crossed Byron's mind that Stefan may have forgotten about their conversation a year earlier where he promised himself to Stefan in one years time if he still felt the same way. Stefan on the other hand had not forgotten and was biding his time until Byron was back in bed with him in Malvern. Stefan turned on his side facing Byron "You owe me an answer" he quietly said reminding Byron. Byson ran his fingers down Stefan's back "I thought you had forgotten" he said. "Don't be silly Byron" Stefan chuckled "But you do owe me an answer" he said leaning up. Byron rolled on to his back "No I don't" he said yawning. Stefan leaned up "Oh, do you not love me anymore?" he asked in a mocking voice. Byron turned his head looking up Stefan "Nah" he replied jokingly and leaning up kissing him passionately. Stefan laid back down smiling "So are you finally mine?" he asked. Byron chuckled "I have always been yours Stefan and you knew it" he leaned over and kissed Stefan's chest. Stefan ran his hand through Byron's hair and slowly pushed his head down further, he half expected Byron to resist initially. Byron just looked up at Stefan and kissed his abdomen, Stefan's hand guiding him lower until he began kissing the hardening shaft of Stefan's cock. Byron tenderly progressed not being to eager but allowing Stefan to guide him purposefully and dictate what he wanted, 'I won't last' Stefan muttered in between short gasps 'take it' he whispered. Byron's tongue circled around the tip of his foreskin just covering the head of Stefan's cock, his lips moved around the head pushing the foreskin back he got his first real taste of Stefan. Instantly his cock hardened fully, it was hefty and thick taking Byron by surprise. Slowly he worked Stefan's cock with very little pressure, just enough to tease and cause Stefan to push his hips up several times whispering Byron's name. Byron sunk his mouth lower taking more cock in his mouth until the sheer hardness met the back of his throat causing him to splutter and cough. Stefan gasped and pushed his hips up 'fuck' he cried releasing his load in quick jerks filling Byron's mouth. Instantly Byron thought about kissing Stefan but swallowed instead thinking that might not be a good idea. His moans continued as Byron gently sucked his cock which showed no signs of softening. He kissed Stefan's cock raising his head he looked at Stefan's cheeky grin, Byron had never loved him more than he did right now. Stefan pulled Byron up until he was laying on to of him, his arms holding Byron close. In one quick five minutes a lot of questions were answered since Stefan had wondered if it was any different being with a man and the answer was in his arms. Byron studied him carefully concerned by the look on his face "Are you okay Stefan?" he asked. Stefan smiled "I have never cum that quickly" he replied stroking Byron's back. Stefan went silent for what seemed an age "So why did you?" Byron eventually asked curiously. "Because it was you" Stefan replied "somehow it felt strange knowing it was you, weirdly nice". Byron looked down at him "You really were serious last year then?" he asked. Stefan nodded and grinned "I want to spend my life with you Byron, so yes totally serious". "Fuck" Byron said and sighed "I got to marry you then" he leaned down and kissed Stefan. Stefan leaned over and pulled some papers from under the bed and showed Byron, it was a house in Oxford that he had waited off signing on until Byron was with him. He sat reading through the details of the four bedroom detached property on an exclusive gated estate on the outskirts of Oxford. Stefan looked at Byron and asked if he wanted to drive down and look at it. Byron had one last look around at the house whilst Stefan waited for him downstairs in the kitchen. "Well?" Stefan asked "Do you like it?" he asked "Will you move in with me?" he kept throwing questions at Byron. "Slow down" Byron replied laughing "Yes to all" he said seeing a relieved look on Stefan's face. The third week of December leading up to Christmas brought a few snow showers, Darren stood waiting at the tube station nearly fifteen minutes earl. He was nervous waiting for Sam and apprehensively picked up one of the free magazines to read. He managed to turn one page before Sam appeared from the ticket barrier and smiled at Darren holding his hand out. "Your early" Darren said almost gushing with relief seeing Sam who looked just as sexy as he remembered. Sam smiled "So are you!" he said as they walked off towards the coffee shop. "What time is the interview you have?" Sam asked sitting down at a table. "11.45, really nervous though it is a big change for me" Darren replied holding his cup to warm his hands. Sam looked at him "Why this, I mean why in London?" he asked. Darren shrugged his shoulders "I have no life back at home, I need a clean start" he admitted to Sam. Sam nodded "I'm sure you will have what it takes, just be confident but not cocky in the interview" he said. "Thanks" Darren said "Finding somewhere to live if I get the job is a challenge, it is so expensive". "Concentrate on the job first" Same advised him. Sam had a spare bedroom in his new flat, several times it had crossed his mind to offer it to Darren but he needed to know more about him before he took that step. Sam walked with Darren to the theatre and insisted on waiting for him. The production manager noticed Sam waiting with Darren when she called him in dead on 11.45. The interview was quick, to Darren it looked like she was just assessing his nature rather than if he had any experience. He tried to be confident and for the most part succeeded, he found himself casually chatting with the production manager rather than interviewing. Darren explained he would need to find a place to lie if he was given the opportunity but could start as soon as they needed him. She stood up and shook hands with him as the interview came to an end. Darren was told he would hear later today. Escorting Darren out she nodded to Sam and went back to her office. Sam took Darren to lunch who protested saying he was in even more debt to him but he just couldn't say no to him, outwardly he showed no signs of being gay. But then Darren didn't either it was only when Sam caught that glimpse of the hook up app he knew. Darren was finding it hard not to look and stare at Sam whenever he spoke. He loved the way his mouth moved and his lips he thought, he was interrupted receiving a text message. He looked at the message for several minutes then looked up Sam 'I got the job' he said. Sam moved in and hugged Darren, it felt weird having a another guy hugging him like that, he couldn't deny that it felt nice and incredibly sexy at the same time. "What else did they say?" Sam asked smiling at Darren. Darren fumbled with this phone "They want me to start at the end of January". "Gives you time to find somewhere to live" Sam said and saw the look on Darren's face. "Shit yes" Darren said and looked up "Sorry I didn't mean to swear" he apologised. Sam laughed "Why are you apologising to me?" he asked. Darren looked at him "Felt right to" he replied "you know you being brought up better than me". This made Sam feel a little awkward "I like you for you Darren don't put on any pretence for me" he said. "You hardly know me though" Darren said thinking how strange he was behaving. Sam smiled "I would like to get to know you, the real Darren" he said in anticipation. "Why?" Darren replied looking confused "I have nothing to offer anyone, just my problems" he replied. Sam touched Darren's arm "You only have problems if you hang on to them Darren" he said using kind words. Darren smiled "Good thing I like you other wise I would punch your lights out for being so smart" he said grinning. Sam knew he was joking and laughed "I could take you down any day" he said staring at Darren. Darren tried to look mean but burst out laughing "You really know how to cheer me up" he said smiling. "How about we go watch a show?" Sam suggested "I can get free tickets" he said before Darren could speak. Darren looked at the time "I should get the train home but thank you" he replied. "Do you have to be somewhere then?" Sam asked feeling let down. Darren looked at his glass of water contemplating "No but it is getting late" he said. "Stay" Sam blurted out "I mean you can stay with me" he looked up "I have a spare bedroom" he said. Darren laughed "Your all fucked up what are you trying to say?" he asked. Sam smiled from panic wanting him to stay "I have a spare room if you want to stay the night" he finally said. Darren looked down twiddling his thumbs "I don't know" he replied shyly. One thing Sam hated was awkward situations around people, normally he would go straight for the sex part with no chit chat or getting to know them. Awkward as this was he also found it quite intriguing, not a challenge by any standard but he liked Darren the raw edginess that he exuded made him perfect in his eyes. Sam was no fool and guessed that Darren may not be as comfortable or out with his sexuality, there was definitely something hidden underneath that exterior. Darren sipped his water trying to avert Sam's gaze as much as possible, his head conflicted but he couldn't deny the attraction he had to Sam. He just wished he knew if Sam felt the same towards him which would make it easier. Darren made eye contact "If I do stay your not going to try anything are you?" he nervously asked. Sam studied him for a moment "Do you want me to?" he replied. Darren looked shocked at Sam for a moment unexpecting him to say that "Fuck!" he found himself blurting out. "Sorry" Sam quickly said back tracking "I didn't mean to imply anything" he stated anxiously. Darren could see the dread in Sam's face "Maybe I liked the implication" he said staring at Sam. Sam looked carefully at him "Have you done this before? Sam asked him. "No, well once but it..." Darren stopped and stood up panicking "I'm sorry" he grabbed his coat. Sam stopped Darren "Wait" he said holding his arm "if you just want to talk that is fine". Darren hesitated a moment and never expecting anyone to want to stop him leaving "Okay" he agreed. "It is the weekend, stay as long as you like" Sam said "I can show you London if you like" he offered. Sam made it clear that he could stay in his spare bedroom, Darren couldn't and didn't want to fight it off and agreed. Sam smiled seeing the look on Darren's face as they waited to exit the theatre. It had been the first time he watched a proper full on musical stage production, he was humming Defying Gravity all the way out of the theatre. What he loved most was how close the seats were to the stage and the recognition Sam got from four of the cast members when they saw him sat there. One of them even winked at Darren. He quickly ran through the programme in his hand and saw the ensemble member as Kurt, an American Broadway dancer who had a massive list of credits to his name. During the interval Darren kept reeling off that Kurt had worked with some of the biggest pop stars. It was gone midnight by the time they arrived in Chelsea and walked the off the Kings Road to Sam's flat. Darren had never felt so nervous or unsure of himself let alone of Sam. "Make yourself at home" Sam said closing the door and showing Darren the spare bedroom. He took his coat off and put it on the chair then walked in to the kitchen diner "Thank you" he said. Sam looked and smiled "I like lemon and ginger herbal tea to relax, can I tempt you?" he asked. Darren nodded "Never had it but I will try it" he replied watching Sam switching the kettle on. Sam took Darren to the lounge "Sit down. I'm just going to change out of these clothes". Sam disappeared in to his bedroom and stripped naked putting on his gym shorts and laving his white ankle socks on, he didn't even think twice as this was how he dressed in his home. Darren was taken by surprise when Sam walked through the lounge mostly naked except for the shorts and socks. His eyes instantly taken to the smooth and muscular firmness of Sam's body, and those legs looked amazing he thought before realising how overdressed he was in comparison. He could hear Sam in the kitchen getting the mugs ready before he reappeared in the lounge. "Won't be long" Sam said casually noticing Darren's look "sorry should I put more clothes on?" he asked. Darren shook his head "No" he said quietly "but I feel overdressed" he replied nervously. Sam disappeared and retuned with a pair of shorts "These okay?" he asked handing them to Darren. Sam went to finish making the tea whilst Darren stripped off naked and put the shorts on, caught by his own surprise of getting an erection putting Sam's shorts on he sat on the bed for a few minutes catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. By comparison his body was getting fitter but nothing like Sam's, his tattoos randomly spread across his chest and arms gave him a some self doubt. Wearing his socks and Sam's shorts he walked back in to the lounge just when Sam put the mugs on the coffee table. Part of him was yearning for Sam's approval, he shook himself out of it wondering what the hell he was thinking before realising Sam was standing in front of him. "I didn't realise you had so many tattoos" Sam said looking at Darren's chest. Darren stood there feeling Sam's hand going over each tattoos "Are they horrible?" he asked tingling at Sam's touch. Sam smiled and removed his hand "No not at all" he said sitting down on the sofa. He felt left out in the cold wanting Sam to touch him again "Smells weird" Darren said smelling his herbal tea. Sam chuckled seeing the programme open on Kurt's picture "He took a shine to you" Sam said. Darren looked at the picture "That's silly" he said. "Kurt is gay and I saw him wink at you" Sam replied looking to gauge the reaction. Darren didn't say anything but looked at the picture "Dangerous person though" Sam said breaking the silence. "How do you mean?" Darren asked inquisitively. "He has hiv and likes knocking guys up" Sam replied looking at Darren. Darren looked shocked "How do you know that?" he asked trying to control his emotion. Sam put his mug down on the table "He fucked me at a rehearsal once" he confessed "I didn't stop him and couldn't stop him. I enjoyed it to much". Darren saw a tinge of sadness in Sam's eyes "I'm sorry" he said not really knowing what to say "You are gay?". Sam smiled "Yes, promise me you won't let him get at you" he said patting Darren's leg. Darren wiped his watering eyes "To late for that" he said timidly. Sam looked at the Darren who seemed so far away lost in thought, cautiously he put his arm around Darren and cuddled him. For the first time Darren felt safe and opened up explaining everything to Sam, he left a few bits out including the identity of the person. Sam listened intently, not quite sure what to make of it knowing there was a bully and aggressive person sat in front of him. But he was captivated and wanted him, Darren was no ordinary closet case, he had an allure of a diamond in the rough that was fast stealing Sam's heart. "Darren, I'm sorry" Sam said "I can understand why it happened, you can only push people so far". Darren nodded "I never knew they held so much anger against me" he said "it was a real anger though". "Do you feel the need to get back at them?" Sam asked him. Darren shrugged his shoulders "I was stoned at the time then conflicted after..." he trailed off. He looked at Sam with a tear running down his face "I found out last month I had it" he said looking frightened. Sam hugged him tighter "It is scary Darren, trust me I know" he said comforting Darren. "I had been getting ill frequently" Darren said "I went to the doctors and found out why". Sam nodded "That's why I didn't hear from you?" he asked and Darren nodded again. Darren looked at him "I would never have known you had it" he said "you look so normal". Sam burst out laughing "Fucking cheek, normal?" he asked. They laughed grappling with their hands until Darren got the better of Sam "Okay you win" Sam said laughing. Sam took the mugs to the kitchen and returned looking at Darren "Bed time" he said. Darren stood up nervously wanting Sam to ask him but it never happened "I had a great night" he said. Sam smiled and ran his hand along Darren's arm over the tattoos he could feel Darren trembling. He had to know if Darren felt what he was feeling. Sam raised his head and found Darren staring at him, his eyes seem to tell him but also they showed someone who was scared. He held Darren and kissed him lightly on the mouth then hugged him for a moment waiting and hoping, there was no angry response more like one of relief. Sam moved away and offered his hand to Darren, without muttering a word Darren took it and Sam lead him to his bedroom. Darren visibly shook knowing that he was about to do what he had desperately wanted to but always afraid. Sam moved closer to Darren and gently held him allowing the nerves to subside a little. Darren was really struck by how fit the body was in front of him compared to his. The skin was soft and tight across the muscles, he spent ages touching Sam's arms and chest in silence and awe. Sam took Darren's hand and led him to the bed, he laid down on his back, both still wearing their shorts. He allowed Darren to continue exploring his body at his own pace, occasionally his hand would tenderly touch Darren's body, he loved the almost silent moans Darren would make as he knelt over him. Sam sat up and slowly caressed Darren's face looking in to each others eyes. Darren moved forward and kissed Sam on the lips, he felt Sam's facial hair touching his skin, his body alive with feelings and his cock already hard. The masturbation fantasies had become very real and very right. Darren felt himself falling forward as Sam laid back down, his body laying on Sam's. He didn't know how and when but his tongue was inside Sam's mouth and their lips were locked together, he was kissing Sam with mad passion drawn in by Sam's responsiveness. Darren pulled away and kneeled looking at Sam touching his body "Your body is so fit" he said with shyness. Sam kissed Darren's nipple making him giggle "You have a fine body too" he replied. Sam sat up and held Darren kissing him lightly on the lips "Do you want me to guide you?" he asked. Darren looked up starring again in Sam's eyes, their lips meeting again soft and tender. Sam slowly ran his hand around Darren's back and to his ass, taking his time allowing Darren to follow his lead. He kissed Darren on the neck and brought his hands around to the front brushing over the hardness of a substantial cock hidden away. Slowly he ran his hand over it, Darren moaned his body overtaken with the sensation of the kissing on his neck and someone touching his cock. He looked down to find Sam's fingers slipping the shorts down exposing his ass. Concerned if he should do them same to Sam his thoughts got interrupted by Sam slipping his hands around the back holding his ass cheeks firmly. Sam pulled Darren forward by his ass and rubbed his cock up against Darren's, he sought Sam's mouth and kissed him with more intensity, finding his feet he was beginning to respond to Sam with natural instinct. The bodies so close that Darren's began to push Sam on to his back, still kissing him he ground his cock harder against Sam's and lowered himself until he laid on top. A new sensation ran up his body feeling Sam's legs caressing his thighs almost hypnotically enticing Darren. He felt desires rising in his body, he kneeled back in between Sam's legs, his hands run up Sam's body and he watched him drifting in pleasure until he stopped. Sam smiled and took Darren's hand and placed it at his shorts. Darren looked for a moment, his fingers fumbled then pulling them off completely. Darren marvelled at the beautifully crafted muscular legs. Sam kneeled up and kissed Darren gently lowering him until he was on his back. He ran his hand along Darren's torso and arms 'beautiful' he said admiring the art work. Despite the sporadic nature of the tattoos they just worked on his body and looked perfectly in place. Sam inspected Darren's legs one by one and light hair covering them. Darren was almost ashamed of how he could become so helpless in the presence of Sam. He laid there naked with Sam kneeling over him taking in the beautiful form of the male body above him. He didn't know if now was the time to fuck him or if there was some foreplay ritual to be done. Darren looked up at him "Do I fuck you now?" he asked. Sam smiled at Darren "Just oral sex this time" he replied "when you are more comfortable we can". Darren held Sam's arm "Will there be another time?" he asked slightly taken back. Smiled and leaned forward to kiss him "If you want there to be, I do.". Darren pulled Sam down and instantly thrust his tongue in to Sam's mouth kissing him hard. Sam kissed his neck and moved lower placing gentle kisses across and down his body. Darren sensed he was moving towards his cock and seemed to clench his fists in anticipation. His hips twisted as Sam licked along the shaft 'oh shit' Darren blurted out, his cock bouncing as it throbbed. Sam moved to the head and expertly using his tongue he licked around the foreskin teasing it back over the head 'mother fucking...' Darren blurted out again then groaned deep in his chest, Sam took the head and began lightly applying pressure. He stared up at the ceiling in bewilderment not knowing what to do with his body, he had never endured such sensation and tried to flow the stem of swear words he wanted to shout out. He body slowly relaxing to what was happening to it. He raised his head and looked at Sam who was looking up at him, his mouth full of his cock 'fuck that is hot' he said throwing his head back on to the pillow. His hand roaming over Sam's head began to gently push him further down to take more of his cock. Sam saw his legs shake and felt the pulses beginning as Darren cried out 'fuck i'm gonna nut' he panted 'fuuuck, fuuuck' his seed jettisoned rapidly with some force behind it filling Sam's mouth. His hips bucked up hard ramming his cock further down Sam's throat. Sam choked and raised his head off Darren's cock wiping his eyes. He kneeled up and looked at Darren 'Fuck' he said coughing. "I'm sorry did I do it wrong" Darren asked still breathing heavily. Sam laughed "Hell no" he replied leaning forward and kissing him "that was hot". Sam laid down next to him, his hand resting on Darren's thigh. He was not going to push Darren to do anything, it would have to be on his own terms and when he was ready. Sam smiled as Darren's hand found his holding on to it lightly, they both quickly fell asleep. Sam woke at 10am and slipped out of bed dressing in his shorts he strode in to the kitchen to make coffee. Darren appeared in the kitchen rubbing his eyes and wearing Sam's shorts, seeing him standing there he looked vulnerable and almost scared. "Morning how are you feeling?" Sam asked walking towards him. Darren stood there and briefly smiled "Tired but good" he replied allowing Sam to kiss him tenderly. "Do you want coffee?" Sam asked. "Please" Darren replied and sitting down "Thanks, you know for being patient with me" he said. Sam smiled placing the coffee down in front of him "I guessed a lot of this was new to you?". Darren looked at his cup "Will you teach me" he asked "I mean if you want to see me again" he almost pleaded. Sam sized him up for a moment "Yes, I would love to" he replied seeing Darren smile. Sam was falling hard for Darren, he was the opposite in every way to him and that is what made the man sitting there appeal to him. As Darren left to head back to Malvern he turned and asked Sam if he would help him find somewhere to live when he came back to London in January. Sam nodded and said for him text a few days before he was coming and that he would keep any eye out for and let him know if anything came up. Sam closed the door to set about his day, he had a few presents still to buy before he went to his parents for Christmas. After new year he was heading up to Malvern to spend a couple of days with Sam and Stefan.

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After reading Mr. Benson letter and thinking for a few I take him up on his offer. I'm to get rid of everything I own which is not much and his car will pick me up. The only thing I have when the car picks me up is the clothes on my back.Once in the car a blind food is put on and I'm placed inside the trunk, so I have no idea where they are taking me. Once we arrive its like a where house underground basement, I taken out of the car and told to remove my clothes as I'm to always be naked unless otherwise. I meet mr. Benson and takes to a room and tells me to sit. He says 3 things can happen to you here as you have no family and no one cares about but me. #1 You become one of my assistance. #2 You are given to another Master and he can do anything he wants with you. #3 You are incorrigible so we will either just remove your balls or your dick & balls and through you on the streets. #4 You are sent to Tijuana Mexico so the gamblers can use you as they take bets on how big of a dildo in length and diameter you can take. It's said you get your hole wrecked really good . I could not say the real thing as it would treat the rules here. Today we are going to show some of the good work we do as this one who we have been watching for some time goes around and beats up people who are Gay and leaves some with permeant injuries, so now it's our turn to get revenge. I'm sitting in a chair in this room with mirrors all around so I will be able. to see everything. The boy looks to be about 20 with a really hot mussel built body and is screaming like they are going to take his life. He is brought to a bench by two of Mr. Benson assistance and strap down tight and his legs are spread wide. Mr. Benson cones in the room in a robe and when he take it off you can see all his body piercings and tattoos. He knees down to the boy and says You have done a lot of damage to people that all they want to do is live in peace, so today we are going to give you something that will live with you till the day you die. Mr.Benson dick is like a rock it's bigger than a beer can is round and as long as my forearm and I took it balls deep. I can see Mr. Benson is rubbing his P.A. on the boys hole as he is screaming he is not a faggot, as Mr. Benson just laughs and in one sudden motion shoves his dick all the way in. The noise coming the boy is like he is being killed and it is as in a few weeks he will be carrying Mr. Benson POZ load for the rest of his life. Mr. Benson is fucking him as hard as he can and I can see some dark blood coming from his hole. When Mr. Benson explodes after 30 minutes of the hordes fucking I have ever seen he tells the boy to clean his dick and refuses to so Mr. Benson looks at me with a smile and I go over right in front of the boys face get on my knees and start to clean Mr. Benson dick with my mouth as the two assistance start to fuck the boy. After they were finished they gave the boy a heavy slam and a plug up his ass then took him to his cell. This went on every day and by the third week not only did he get the fuck flu but was begging to get fuck and slammed. Once he tested POZ he was released and the Police we waiting for him as he had arrest warrants on him for many charges. Mr. Benson knew some in the prison he went to and ask them if they could make him the prison bitch. It was said that that boy was the best bitch they ever had and left with full blown AIDS.

So you like him because he’s uninformed and incompetent, as well as the fact that he intentionally antagonizes citizens he swore to protect. Doesn’t say much for your character, does it?

My husband and I visited this club for its regular Wednesday naked evening. It is a community run sex (not fetish) club and offers a cosy, laid back atmosphere. There were about 60 guys there, all shapes and sizes from your classic German bears through to sex-hunting emaciated skinheads. Poz boys are welcome, and I saw one biohazard tattoo. Their lube is of the finest quality, and I did not see a single condom in use: this is a bareback joint and bareback is what folks assume. Smalltalk is in German, but language is not a problem if you are up for it. This is more a local than a sex-tourist venue with the mix about 50% local to 50% fresh meat. There are 3 floors, and sex takes place on all of them. The basement is the place where rampant fucking takes place everywhere you look. Fucking is the dominant form of sex. Next comes rimming, and sucking a fair way down. So if you want to be fucked, you just need to offer your arse and a cock will, sooner rather than later, penentrate it. If you want to fuck, there is plenty of choice and immediate availability. I am not sure how many loads got exchanged. I got the feeling that folks were more interested in servicing many men rather than breeding, but I may be wrong. The ground floor has the bar and seating where you can relax to drink. However, the bar can be difficult to reach because of guys fucking in front of it. The top floor is the "chill out" area, but that is a relative term. It is a place for those who want to talk to their partners and take the sex slower and with more variety, and that is where I hit it off. I was sitting quietly on a sofa, and a gentleman sat down beside me. I immediately noticed his thick cock, thicker than my own generous endowment! But it was his huge balls that really grabbed my attention. He started playing with his cock, as I did with his, which enabled me to judge its considerable size. I wanted to sample his balls, but it was not so easy. His sac had been siliconed; getting on for 500cc, I suspect. I couldn't ask how much; my German isn't good enough and he wasn't into speaking. But nothing gives me a greater hard-on than juiced balls! Despite its size, I was determined to take his cock, and the first step was to deep-throat it. I had to stretch my mouth wide to manage, but I did so and got it to the back of my throat. My reward was the taste of his sweet pre-cum, flavoured by fine German beer. He seemed to enjoy this and I changed my position to expose my hole while sucking him. He picked up the hint and began to finger it. My pre-lubing provided the necessary signal that I was there to be fucked. Then we kind of stood up, whereupon he gently but firmly pushed my head down to bend me over. I really wondered if i was going to be able to take his cock, but my hole is inset, so easy for the top to position for entry. As I felt his cock touch, I just told myself to relax, and in he went. I was stretched, really stretched, but his pace was slow (almost gracious!) which allowed me to adjust without pain and relax further. He wanted to go in deep and he did; I could feel and enjoy the stubble of his shaved and siliconed balls striking me as he pressed right in. We broke off for kissing and nipple play, and then he returned to fucking me which is what he really wanted. All good things have to end, and this did with the exchange of German courtesies. I was thoroughly reamed, and a happy guy! So, if you want a laid back venue with plenty of sex, try Ajpnia.

I decided to visit my parents for the holidays and set out on the ten hour drive to get to my hometown in backwoods West Virginia early in the morning. The weather was against me the entire way spitting snow and freezing rain in squalls as I inched along the highway. That combined with frequent accidents up ahead made the trip much longer than anticipated, so I finally gave up and pulled into a small roadside town for the night. After checking into the only motel in town and grabbing a quick bite to eat I settled into my room and out of boredom I checked out Grindr not really expecting anything in a town with less than 4000 people according to the welcome sign I had passed. I wasn’t surprised to see that the closest man was over 50 miles away. I switched over to BBRT anticipating the same results but was shocked when I saw that there was someone two miles from my location. There wasn’t a face picture only a body shot, but it had me drooling. His ad said he was 47, 5’ 10”, 215 with salt and pepper hair and that he was an endowed undetectable top. I wasted no time in messaging him and was very happy when he responded a few minutes later. “Hey boy. You looking to get fucked?” I wrote back quickly to say yes. “How soon can you be ready for me?” I told him 30 minutes and gave him my location. “See you then boy.” I rushed to the bathroom and prepped for a hard breeding. Thankfully I always travel prepared and was soon ready for what I was hoping would be a fun encounter. I had just left the bathroom wrapped only in a cheap white towel when I heard a knock on the door. I peeked out the peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see a ruggedly handsome face staring back at me. I opened the door and he stepped in quickly. As he turned to shut and lock the door I was struck by how opposite we were from each other. I was almost half his age at 24 and at 5’6”, 140 he was nearly twice my size! “Good boy” he growled with a the same thick accent I had worked so hard to lose. He reached out putting his rough calloused hands on my smooth chest making me gasp in pleasure. He tweaked my nipples and then pulled off my towel leaving me completely exposed. He roughly pulled me into his chest and began grabbing my ass running his fingers into my crack. I breathed in the scent of him, all male musk with a bit of tobacco and bourbon. I was in heat and hard as a rock. He pulled off his coat and shirt exposing his furry chest and big nipples that I knew I had to suck on. I dropped to my knees and pulled off his work boots and socks. He unbuckled his belt and shucked out of his jeans and boxers letting his thick cock out. I sat up on my knees and took him in my mouth savoring the concentrated taste of his manhood. “Damn boy. You don’t waste time do you? You want to feel Daddy’s cock in you don’t you boy?” I moaned yes around his rapidly thickening cock. He sat in the rooms only chair as I alternated between sucking his dick, his nipples and kissing him while he moaned and encouraged me to keep sucking for about ten minutes. He stood up suddenly reached down and pulled me up to kiss deeply. He grabbed my ass and pulled me off my feet and swung me into the bed before I knew what was happening. I was pleasantly surprised when he began sucking me. I thought he was going to be a greedy top not that I had a problem with that. After I few minutes he went lower and began eating and fingering my hole which had me gasping for breath as his thick stubble was rubbing against my sensitive ass. He flipped me over onto my stomach so that I was bent over the bed. I could see us both in the mirror as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and poured a generous amount on his beer can thick cock. I quickly grabbed my poppers and huffed a few hits as he lined himself up to my wet hole. Just as the rush hit my brain I felt the head pop inside. The poppers and lube kept the pain to a minimum. He waited a minute while I relaxed around him before starting a blistering fucking. Honestly, I just held onto the mattress and tried to keep my moaning from being too loud. He flipped me so that I was now riding him and it felt like I was on a bucking bull. I could feel every inch of him inside of and with every thrust his cockhead rubbed against my prostate making me harder and harder as precum dripped down onto his stomach. He started jerking me off in time with his thrusting and I couldn’t keep my orgasm back any longer. With a muffled roar I shot my load over his chest and face. He grinned evilly and held onto my waist forcing his dick even deeper into me. He cried out as he came flooding me with five or six shots of cum. I collapsed onto his chest and felt him slide out of my now gaping hole. We both fell asleep quickly with me draped over his chest. I woke up sometime in the night as he slid his cock back inside for round two. In the morning we showered together as he bred me for the third time against the wall. I made plans to stop for the night on my way back home. It was truly one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.

For months I had been hooking up with a older guy. I am 22 while he was 42. He was the most aggressive, verbal top I had been with, always called me his little boy and such while he fucked me with his eight inch cock. He was a hairy cop with brown hair and a nice muscular body. He always put a condom on after he spent a little time grinding his thick dick in my ass crack as I lay on my stomach and he lay on my back, biting my neck and shoulders. The night of this story, however, things went a little differently. On this particular night he had invited a group of guys over for dinner and one friend in particular, a tall truck driver (about 6'5"), sporting a 70s style porn 'stache, was very touchy with me all night. Of course I liked his attention. Late at night eventually everyone but the trucker, our host and I had left. The trucker had fallen asleep on on couch while my cop and I were kissing and groping. We decided to take it to the bedroom where our clothes came off fast so I could orally pleasure that hairy meat, getting nice and wet. It wasn't long before he had me in the usual position grinding his cock along my wet, lubed ass crack. The feeling of his cock head passing over my hole drove me wild. I started trying to loosen-up my hole to ready it for the fucking I was about to receive. That fucking came a bit sooner than I expected as, in one pass, his aim was a little too good and he had plunged inside me. He thrust at the same pace a few times before he stopped. I had held my breath for a moment to adjust to the admittedly unexpected shock of his large raw cock inside my ass. He held still and for a bit, as I struggled to balance the pleasure of feeling his raw cock with the sensible use of a condom. My brain was screaming 'fuck me', 'fuck me more', but the pleasure was overwhelming, so I mentally grabbed my composure suggested this compromise "You can continue for a bit if you want before pulling on a condom." "You sure?" he asked, and upon receipt of my tacit approval, went back to pumping in and out of my hole for a few minutes. Then he pulled out and instructed me to get on my back. He grabbed a condom from the night table, and kneeling between my legs, pushed them up, positioning my feet on his shoulders. I held my legs as steadily as I could on my chest, and told him to give me a little raw cock. Truth be known, I didn't want him to use a condom at all, I was enjoying the sensation of raw cock too much. He smiled and replied "Just a little more," as he pushed back inside my ass. I, meanwhile knew I had to do something to keep him from putting on the condom. So I began to say "Please breed my ass, Daddy! I need your raw daddy dick inside my hole." I was apparently sending him over the edge, because he told me to stop saying egging him on or he would blow his load inside me. So of course I continued, intent to take his load. After a few moments more of using my hole, and an additional cry from me "Give me that daddy cum," he couldn't stop himself and he unloaded deep into my ass. About then the bedroom door opened and his trucker friend, completely naked and sporting a seven inch hard-on walked in saying only "My turn." The cop handed him a condom, explaining this occasion wasn't a normal occurrence so he needed to put one. The cop then walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The trucker got on the bed between my legs and asked if he really had to wear a condom. I nodded that he should, but he had other intentions. He threw the condom aside, pushed my legs up to my chest and shoved his raw dick in my cum-lubed ass. Pausing, he asked "Do I still need to?" I shook me head 'no' and he began pounding me. He pleasured both of us for several minutes, and then announced he was close. Just then the cop walked back in the room, and went down on his knees at the foot of the bed to watch his buddy pound me. About then the trucker groaned "Take my load, man" as his cum shoot into my hole, adding to the cop's load. As the trucker pulled out, the cop, noting the trucker had foregone the rubber, declared I would need to come back and give it up to them both again. And so it was.

Some of these ugly, fat dudes are SO horny they fuck like monkeys. And cum in buckets.

What could wrong being 18 and in London looking for sex?

Chris is an 18 year old senior in high school. Straight, dark brown hair, Brown eyes, swimmers build, captain of the track team. His beautiful girlfriend, Ann. Who, he fucked every chance he got. Chris knew he had a hot body, and that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Jack, his 56 year old next neighbor, who secretly lusted and had discreetly watched Chris from his bedroom window, Jack who was 5,6 slim with sliver gray hair, had fantasized on fucking the clueless young man. Jack’s best friend, Oliver, who was a year older, then Jack over weight and was 5’8. Both talked about what they would do with Chris, if they could get their hands on the 6’ foot stud. and as fate would have it, an opportunity would happen for Oliver and Jack. Chris was getting ready for work at the comic book store he worked at. He was by himself after 4 when his boss left. It was a mom and pop place, so no security cameras, he was alone. He would see customers and by closing it was dead slow. Jack and Oliver knew the shop closed at 8 and with that, they went to see Chris, to ask him about comic books. At least that was their story. Around 745PM, Oliver and Jack showed up, Chris was surprised. “Hi Chris,” Jack said with a very cheerful voice. “Hello Chris,” came from Oliver. “Hello Mr. Morgan.” Hello, Mr. Reeves.” “What brings you here?” “First of all, it’s not Mr. Morgan, it’s Jack.” “And I’m Oliver.” “We’re looking for the Amazing Spider-Man 700.” Oliver said. “He’s looking to get it for his nephew, he can’t find it anywhere.” Jack finishing up Oliver’s sentence. “Let me check the back issues.” Chris goes to the back, Jack puts a roofie into Chris’s soda. “I got it” as Chris comes from the back. “Thank you, Chris!” Oliver says, paying for the book. “Thank you for looking” Jack says with a grin. The men quickly leave, Chris fishes cashing out for the night. Takes a sip of his Soda, slowly feels dizzy, trying to keep his balance, but passes out. At that moment both men come back in, Oliver locked the door, while Jack goes to check on Chris, who is out cold. Quickly, putting their plan into action, Oliver gets Chris’s keys and goes to hide his car, so everyone thinks he has left. Jack, using Chris’s finger print to unlock his phone, setting up a fake profile on various gay websites that caters to older men. Oliver returns, having parked Chris’s car three blocks away from the store. Oliver and Jack manage to get Chris into the back and unto the couch. Both men slowly undress the young man, Oliver is impressed by what he sees. Chris’s smooth chest, the pubic hairs above his soft dick, but once it got hard and thick it would be great to play with. Chris let’s out a moan, slowly waking up, finding himself staring at Oliver and Jack naked standing over him. “What’s going on here?” As Chris slurred his words, and barely able to move. “It’s ok Chris, just enjoy it and relax.” Jack said in a soothing voice, easing the young man’s mind.” Oliver, went to go get Chris’s soda, giving him a pill viagra to get him hard and with the roofie still in the soda, Chris passes out again, Jack puts lube on his dick, which is now hard, and puts some lube on Chris’s hole, slowly sliding his 7 inch cock into the young man. Oliver, watches Jack fuck Chris, who’s own cock is now hard thanks to the viagra. Oliver set up a camera to record all the action, and to use it, against Chris, if he should try and say anything to anybody about this. Jack felt himself starting to cum inside Chris, who was now half awake unable to speak and seeing Jack between his legs and his cock in his ass. “Here, it comes Chris!” Jack let’s out a loud yelp. Shooting his load into him. “My turn.” Oliver says, as he positions himself between the young man, not using lube due to the cum leaking out of Chris’s ass. ”I’ve waited a long time for this.” Oliver said. Chris couldn’t do much, the roofie took much of his energy, and was surprised to see he was hard. All Chris could do was take it. while Oliver was finishing up, there was a knock at the door. Jack went to answer it, and to his surprise, there were eight men ranging in age from 53 to 77. “Hi, I believe this is the place where we get to bareback a hot jock.” said the man with the eye glasses, who was 5’2 and stocky. “Why yes it is” Jack said with a grin. Pointing to the back, Jack locks the door, and follows the men to the back. “My he is beautiful.” One guy said. Oliver shoots his second load into Chris. “Times up, Ollie, we have to give these fine gentlemen a turn with our boy.” each of the men took turns fucking Chris. Who couldn’t do much but take it, Oliver started jerking Chris’s cock, while deciding to fuck him again. “Chris, this is a night you’re never going to forget.” While shooting another load into the young man’s ass. And at the same time, Chris shot his load all over, in which Oliver, fed Chris his own load, who licked it off his the next morning , Chris woke up in his bed, thinking he had dream the whole thing, until he got a text from Jack, with a link to the video saying “Don’t day anything to anyone, or we will release it all over the internet.” Chris now was their personal cum and he knew he couldn’t tell anyone either

then cum 2 toronto and breed my hole sexy

Uh huh, like that attitude part...

exactly the way I feel - I am grateful fo0r every cock and load I get even when I am getting gangbanged I enjoy the last cock as much as the first. Once you realise you are a total slut and addicted to cock and seed you are never happy until you fulfil the need.

I was going to say, “No, why would you if you’re a bottom cum whore?” but reading curiouspuppy’s reply reminded that I have, in fact, done that. Twice. Never because of their looks or kinks or whatever; as others have said, I think that (a) makes me feel more ‘adventurous’ towards them in the sense that it’s their skill in fucking that counts; and (b) I do adhere to the policy of ‘how would that make me feel if that was done to me?” But because they were rude and obnoxious without cause: one bloke invited me to his apartment building (which was at least a 40 minute drive away from my home) late one Friday or Saturday night. When I followed his instructions on the security system to the letter, there was no answer. Nor was he answering his phone or responding on BBRT. I waited and kept trying for well over an hour (can’t remember now how long I stayed there in a relatively dangerous part of town but it was a very long time). My messages were entirely of the “has something happened? Hope you’re all right” type; nothing remotely accusatory...until, having messaged that I’d return home before I left, I got home and waited several hours before sending a message along the lines of “I’d appreciate a reassurance that you’re all right and an explanation. If you’ve simply received a better offer, that’s fine. It would just have been nice if you’d let me know.” I know I mentioned that I had, stupidly, put my licence at risk by driving under the influence. I immediately received a response accusing me of lying about having been to his apartment; that he’d been home the entire time and the security system hadn’t alerted him. His response ranted on; it was remarkably abusive given I’d been quite civil about it. It took me to describe the view from the entrance of his apartment block and to describe its layout (location of the car park, coffee shop, etc); it was an oddly designed building and it overlooked a waste dump). His response? No apology, no explicit acknowledgement that he’d wrongly accused me of lying. Just that he’d been vomiting over the toilet bowl. He invited me back, believe it or not, a couple of weeks later. Suffice to say, I politely declined. The other was an older guy, a bit of a drama queen tbh, with whom I’d previously got on quite well with. I hosted he and another older bloke at my place, shouted them gear, etc. And, yes, he was a capable top. During the evening, he got so wired that he was hallucinating. He climbed on my TV unit trying to rescue a cat stuck on the ceiling that wasn’t there.. Fortunately I walked in the room and stabilised the unit, very calmly persuading him down. A very expensive TV was about to be destroyed had I not walked in and handled the situation so effectively. Even his mate remarked at how well I’d handled it. I literally didn’t even mention it until a few weeks later; I’d gone out of my way to give him a lift somewhere (he neither drives, nor has much money) and, for some reason, he was warning me about my temperament when I’m wired. I remarked that I have never suffered from the outbursts of anger that many do and mentioned the TV incident as an example of how I seem not to be affected in that way. He literally started screaming at me, saying “how dare you raise that” accusing me of trying to embarrass him. He didn’t stop until I dropped him off. After trying initially to point out that I was referring to how gear doesn’t seem to cause me anger issues, not anything he’d done and then asking him to stop screaming. Next thing I know, I’m getting messages from BBRT members saying that he’s been telling anyone who’ll listen what an arsehole I am. I was not able to accept an invitation to a private party listed on BBRT because “one attendee has you blocked”. He set up at least two fake profiles and sent me friend requests solely so he could abuse me. And then a few months later, he unblocks me to ask if I wanted to shout him gear. He’d think about fucking me if I did (he actually phrased it as if he was doing me a favour). I can’t remember if I replied or not now. If I did, it would’ve been appropriately terse.

This may be the single hottest thing I have ever seen a top do in a porn scene.

Loads seem to just stay inside me where its nice and warm. When I think of all the men that have injected their DNA into me over the years, my heart begins to beat a little faster. One time I remember particularly that this wasn't the case was years ago when I lived in Chicago in my 20's. I had hooked up (via a phone chat line which ages me) with an older daddy with over 8" who screwed me like I owed him something and shot his load well past my second ring. There was a bit of slime around my hole which could have been lube, spit, or cum, per usual. This was in the morning before I went to work at my job at a furniture store. About halfway through the day, I had to help my boss lift a sofa to a different part of the showroom. Everything was fine until I squatted down to place the sofa in its new spot. At which time a torrent of spooge came out of my hole and into my underwear. Not a sound, not a gurgle, not even so much as a little quief. The smell of marinated cum immediately filled the area and my boss HAD to have smelled it. I quickly as I could made my way to the bathroom to clean up and there had to be at least half a pint of semen, and nothing else, in my underwear. I bagged my shorts up in a plastic bin bag and tied it off. At home at the end of the day I jerked off one of the epic loads of record as I had those briefs sitting on my face. That was more than 20 years ago and I remember it as clearly as if it happened yesterday.

let me know when your back this way and we can do it

Getting fucked raw for sue, but so hard to pick between sucking dick and eating ass.... I'm a bottom but i'm a total ass man too, love eating ass almost more than anything. I think it edges out sucking duck cause at least i still get to experience the guys dick in my ass, which is the most important

The prime reason I don't like his is that you can't trust a single word that comes out of his mouth. Sometimes I can't decide if he is just spouting and doesn't care or if he is intentionally lying. Look how many times he's said "I don't know him or I never met him, when there is an over abundance of video evidence that he did. He doesn't seem to care that in todays age, there is no shortage of ways to prove he's lying. What he is betting on is that his supporters won't take the time to check and/or they don't care. They like trump for the same reason medical people liked Dr House. They wish they could get away with what he gets away with. What Trump HAS proved is that we as a nation have been deceiving ourselves that we've managed to address the prejudices that are prevalent in our country. White nationalism has always been here, it's just embolden now because of him. I'm hoping that when he's gone, we can address these things. My fear is that he's irrevocably damaged the democracy. He's trashing everything the founding fathers worked so hard to create, and what so many people have died for over the decades to defend.

Clean - absolutely Clean & Sweaty - even better Clean, Sweaty & Musky - wow love it! Clean, Sweaty, Musky and leaking cum - WOOF I'm diving in tongue first!

also they discriminate against older men. sad, b/c it is a great facility. you would think all the complaints would have resulted in some staff re-training.

Was down in Pittsburgh over the weekend, and had a bar hookup on Saturday night. Met a drunk af hairy otter, about 24, and we went back to his place. He was horny as fuck, and I got to do everything I wanted. Spanked him, ate his ass, pissed a little in his big beard, kissed him more, and then I told him I was gonna fuck him raw and make him my cumdump. His cock jumped when I said this, despite him saying he only does safe anal. Well, I had already slid halfway in at this point, so I pushed his knees on his chest and went in balls deep. I felt his hole clamp down hard and he moaned, and I piston fucked him and came in like 2 minutes. His 8" cock was leaking all over his belly, so I began jerking it until he shot in my hand. I pulled my still hard cock out of him, rubbed his cum all over it, and slid back in his hole and fucked him slowly until I went soft. I lay on top of him, kissing him and telling him what a sexy pig he was. He had his arms wrapped around me and the whole scene just got me hard again. I put him in doggy position and began fucking again, telling him he was going to take another load from me. He moaned softly, and his slick hairy hole was just gently milking me. I asked him if was enjoying me making him a pig, and I got a whispered"fuck yeah" outta him. I told him he was a good boy and soon he'd be knocked up. His ass gripped me tightly when he heard that, and I blew a second huge load in his ass. I jerked him off after that, fingering his ass roughly as I did. He came hard and loudly. I left shortly after, but man I hope that sexy man becomes one of my boys. He'd make one sexy poz otter.

When I came out in college (30 years ago) the gay friend I came out to suggested I get into one of the university's gay men's counseling groups. Long story short the group I was in the 2nd semester discussed sexual abuse a fair amount. Many (most?) of the guys in the group had had sex with adults when they were kids. I grew up in a really sheltered environment – the idea that "statutory rape" was so widespread shocked me. It's that experience that makes me tend to not question the veracity of the guys telling the stories here. There's no wrong reaction to what they went through. Anger is fine, temporary depression is fine, and so is eroticising what they went through. It's their experience, no one else should tell them how they should deal with it. But yeah, I do wonder about the veracity of some of the stories, and I agree it's sorta gross to tell fake stories that cheapen what other people went through. But it's such a sensitive topic I'd only give an infraction for telling their story in a way that's too erotic. It's never my place to tell them it didn't happen.

While hetero folks have very good reasons for bans on incest given the birth defects that happen when close relations have sex, the bottom line is that none of those problems exist for gay folks. Jessy and his brother can swap loads all day long and nothing bad will happen (at least nothing worse than if they had sex with strangers). Chronophilia is a thing. You don't have to be into it to accept that it's fine for other people to be into it. I have a friend who's really into guys who are 70+ years old. I wouldn't have sex with his boyfriend, but he's genuinely into the guy. Apparently it's pretty normal for girls to get their periods at 9 and 10 years old these days. I know it happened to my niece YEARS ago and wasn't normal then. Back then they traced it to the hormones in the Purdue chicken they were feeding their kids. They switched to organic meat and her periods stopped and came back at a normal age. But my husband's cousin's kid just had her first period at 10 and apparently most of the girls in her school are getting it around the same age. Point being – puberty is happening earlier. And I'd guess all the sexual feelings start earlier as well. But beyond that kids can be curious and it's not out of the realm of "normal" for them to be curious about their genitals (and the genitals of others). If they're not in a sexually repressed environment I suppose that could lead to sexual exploration before puberty. IMHO, it's harmful to label that explorarion "deviant" / "wrong" just because it happens to be sexual. Where problems come in is when adults get involved given the power dynamics between adults and kids. The statutory rape laws exist because too often damage is done, but not always.

Part 14 - June 2018 Byron was mid way through the new show on Broadway which had been a slow burn at first but as soon as word got out ticket sales went through the roof securing a run until June 2019. Byron was offered a generous salary to stay on in the show after December. He was torn, it would mean spending another six months in New York as he wasn't sure if that is what he wanted. He loved doing the show since, with only one number to sing it was mostly playing to his dance strength. The one thing he did love about being back here was Tyler and Marcus, he enjoyed many nights with them both, as friends and fuck buddies. Marcus and Tyler had gone in to a closed relationship, Byron was the only exception to this rule. Stefan flew out to New York for a weekend every month, his string of girls was getting shorter and he was finding it less interesting. He was doing well working in the family business, thankfully he could get cheap flights to New York. He reminded Byron of this fact and that he would support and visit him if he did extend in to 2019. Sam was busy at the London School of Dance teaching the new generation of dancers and totally loving it. He was looking forward to the next couple of weeks as his ticket was booked to New York and finally would get to see Byron in action on Broadway. His weekends were spent in Surrey with his parents or in London under Kurt. Kurt had settled in to British life for the time being and had a few profiles on hook up sites. He found his phoned constantly alerting him to guys within his radius, when he looked he found most of them to be fairly camp twinks or overly skinny dancers. None of them compared to Sam or Byron, but it wasn't a big deal for him since most evenings he was on stage. Kurt was not a lover and just wanted a hole to poke and breed, relationship was the last thing he wanted being to self involved getting his own enjoyment. Darren was getting over another cold and was feeling a little down, he wandered out across to the park avoiding his mates taunting kids on the estate. Walking through the town he found himself at the train station and brought a cheap day return to London, he thought it might cheer himself up a bit. Sitting in carriage it was pretty empty apart from two guys sat behind him, they hadn't noticed Darren there and were chatting about a hook up site and some of the guys. Had him, boring one of them said and they giggled. He looked out the window as the train sped along, taking out his phone he opened the app store and searched coming across a dubious looking one with a black and yellow logo. The name seemed to match what the two guys were talking about and it was free, he hit the download button and waited. Unsure what he was doing he stared at it watching the blue circle slowly appearing until he saw the word 'open' appear. He held his finger above but quickly closed his phone realising it showed distance. The train pulled in to the station and Darren got off heading down to the tube station to get in to central London. He had only been here a few times in his life and this was the first time on his own. He choose Leicester Square and headed up the escalator coming out in to the bustling street. He spent hours just wandering around enjoying the sights and sounds, turning left he walked up a side street and came out on to a road lined with theatres. On one building he saw a sign Shaftesbury Avenue. Immediately he thought of Byron knowing this was where he had performed. As he passed each theatre he read the billboards carefully wondering if Byron was still in one of the shows here. Sam finished his meeting with the dance captain arranging for them to come to the school and perform a little piece for his students. He could have approached Kurt but he was astute enough to know not to mix things up with his private life. Sam put his ruck sack over his shoulder and headed out of the theatre's foyer past the crowd buying tickets. He stood on the pavement answering a text message under the canopy when his eye was caught by the solitary young guy reading the billboard. Sam smiled and went back to finishing his text to Byron glancing up at the guy, he had tattoos on both arms and pretty well built and certainly not bad attractive wise, the sporadic nature of his tattoos indicated he was rough trade and probably from one of the dodgy estates in London. Darren finished reading and turned watching the guy standing outside the theatre texting. Something looked familiar about him, Darren racked his brains but couldn't place him. He looked to be the same age as him. Darren picked a leaflet up from the rack outside the theatre and walked along the pavement passing him. Darren stopped to look at the billboard further along and saw the reflection of the guy clearly looking in his direction before returning his attention to his phone. Sam was in two minds to try and take a photo of the guy he found so sexually intriguing. He chuckled to himself putting his phone away and crossing the road, he had one more appointment to hit then he would grab a coffee. Darren continued walking along the road a few hundred meters before crossing over and walking back, by now he was thirsty and waked in to Costa standing back from the line he checked how much change he had on him. He couldn't believe how much dearer a coffee cost in London compared to Malvern. The server asked if she could help Darren just as Sam walked in an stood behind him, he didn't recognise him a first until he saw the tattoos on his arm. "It's okay you go ahead" Darren said turning to face Sam. There eyes met briefly "Are you sure?" Sam asked his mouth going dry all of a sudden. "Yeah" Darren replied fixated on Sam's muscles "Don't think I can afford coffees in London" he said moving aside. Sam felt a little sorry but also sexually turned on "What do you want?" he asked nodding to the board. Darren stood looking at him "I don't need charity" he replied putting his guard up. Sam shrugged his shoulders "Suit yourself, I was only being nice, you just look a little lost" he said. "Does it show I am from out of town then?" Darren replied relaxing a little at how nice this guy was to him. Sam chuckled "A little" he said ordering a skinny latte to go "Well can I buy you a coffee?" he asked. Darren nodded shyly "Latte please" he said watching the movement of the sexy body in front of him at the counter. Sam was lost for words and stood at the counter with Darren waiting "You here for the day?" he asked. "Yeah, just decided to come in and see the city" he replied "No idea where I am going though" he admitted. Sam smiled "Well this is the west end or theatre district. You interested in shows?" he asked. Darren shrugged his shoulders "Kind of, but can't afford those prices, fucking expensive" he said. Sam laughed "Yup, it's not cheap" he agreed "The bigger the show and stars the more you pay" he informed Darren. "Ah okay, sort of figures" Darren replied taking his coffee from Sam "thank you for this" he said feeling embarrassed. Sam looked at him "No problem, I'm Sam by the way" he said holding his hand out. Darren freely smiled for the first time warming to this person "Darren" he replied shaking his hand loving the touch. "Sorry wish I could chat more but I have a class to teach this afternoon" Sam said picking his ruck sack up. Darren walked out of the coffee shop with Sam "Thanks again Sam" Darren said. Sam walked a few steps before turning around "Here, my number text me if you come in to town again". Darren took the number hesitantly "I... thanks, I mean for being nice" he said unable to look at Sam as his desire to want to kiss a man was bearing on him. Sam noticed the hook up app on Darren's phone 'Keep in touch Darren, I would happy to show you around". Darren nodded and promised he would. They shook hands again only this time Sam lingered a little longer cautiously and Darren held on to his hand until they finished talking. Darren headed back to the tube station and took the train home. It was late afternoon when he got back home and his parents were out. Getting undressed he laid on his bed, his hand wondering to his cock and thinking about Sam he began to wank. The sexiness of his body and they way he shook hands with him and his adorable facial hair, Darren could see him clearly and closed his eyes as his hips bucked shooting his load across his chest and unable to stop himself rubbing his cock and beating a second load out as quickly as the first. Not matter how many times he masturbated over Sam he never realised he had a picture of him in his bedside table standing next to Byron.

It is a trick question as @find91 says. If you say you have one or more loads in your hole the top may reply you're too slutty. If you say you don't have a load already he may say he only likes pre-loaded holes. It's a 50/50 chance you'll give the right answer.

That is a good point, no such thing as a flake or a no show at a bath house

The 737 Max debacle is a good example of corporations regulating themselves. But that's an example of deregulation – the government stopped regulating Boeing and trusted them to do what was right. But they didn't – they designed a plane that can't fly without computers and the software didn't work. All because they put profits over safety. So you were close with the role of big corporations, but you drew the exactly wrong conclusion. Businesses and the country actually do best when there's active and comprehensive regulation that's fair and balanced. That said, I'm a libertarian, and sometimes there isn't a good, factual basis for the regulation. Requiring condoms in porn is a good example.

One thing I think we can agree on is that we need term limits. But were you paying attention when nearly everyone Trump hired initially went to prison? How exactly has Trump drained the swamp if he's hiring criminals? And I find it ironic that a Republican is complaining about the size of government when the government typically gets biggest under Republican presidents. (Ditto for deficits). The way Trump has been reducing the size of government (hiring contractors rather than employees) leads to corruption and higher costs for government services. Here's a decent quick read on the issue… https://fcw.com/articles/2017/10/05/federal-workforce-volker-size.aspx

I think it's important to understand the people who like Trump. This article boils it down to "Shit Life Syndrome". https://www.counterpunch.org/2020/01/03/shit-life-syndrome-trump-voters-and-clueless-dems/ In other words, if your life is shit and you see no way that's going to change, then suicide rates go up, drug use goes up, and you just want things to change – even if that change will ultimately hurt you. Basically if your life is shit with no chance of it getting better, then you want everyone else to feel the same pain you do. In that context, Trump's approach seems appealing… This is why I'd love to see Buttigieg win the nomination, or possibly Warren. Buttigieg is from a "flyover" state and turned around a city that people were talking about as one of the nation's biggest failures prior to him becoming mayor. He gets Shit Life Syndrome because that's what his city was suffering from. Warren is another possibility. Somehow, despite being a Harvard academic, she seems to have the ability to connect with people from Shit Life Syndrome areas. At the start of her campaign she went to West Virginia, into coal country, to tell them straight to their face why coal is dead and how that could actually change their lives for the better. And they listened and didn't think she was crazy. Before you vote, ask yourself if the candidate you're voting for can connect with Shit Life Syndrome voters. If s/he can't, then Trump could very well win again. [To be clear… I'm not saying all Trump voters are suffering from Shit Life Syndrome. I'm just saying a big part of his base is suffering from it so it explains much of his popularity.]

Part 56 I got my friend up and my arm around him and herded him out the door of Hank's place and over to mine. He was dragging from exhaustion but holding up reasonably well. At least somewhat ok considering what he had been doing for the first time in his life. I could not believe this formerly completely 'striaight' friend had just been bred multiple times by very toxic poz men. I also knew how addictive it could become, wanting more and more of those loads. I had been there and still was? The dilemma continued. I knew we were in for a long talk about this past night for sure. I knew we had to decide what was in his mind now and what was coming next and omg, all kinds of things we both needed to know for sure. It was going to be one hell of a talk, I was sure of that. When we entered my place, my phone was ringing off the hook. I got my friend settled on the couch and grabbed my phone. One look told me the bad news, it was his wife. What the hell was I going to say to her? I answered and immediately she was almost screaming about where in the hell was he. I finally got a word in edgewise and told her that he was right here and ok. I told her we both had had way the hell too much to drink last night and both were sicker than hell. She calmed down a little, not much, but a little. I told her I was trying to get him completely sobered up and to quit heaving and then would make sure he got home ok. She was still pissed off but finally agreed it might be better if I got him cleaned up and ready before coming home. We talked a bit more and she finally got to the point of being more upset about him being sick than not coming home. She did say they would still have a talk about him drinking way too much though. I laughed and try to lighten the mood by telling her it happens to most at some time or other. She told me she hoped he could get home soon as the morning was now about over. I hung up and looked at my friend and could tell he was just now realizing some of what he had done. The talk we needed was now about ready to start. What to say was the next hard part as I knew what I had done, but I had not been married and still had no idea what the hell to say to him. My God, he had several loads of toxic cum up his ass and I doubted if he even had any real idea of what he had done. I also knew that neither of us had any real idea of what to do now either. For one thing, I knew I was still conflicted but had loved every single minute of what I had done, and now to complicate my feelings, Hank was basically telling me he was in love with me and wanting me to definitely embrace being gay only and be his and him mine. What could I possibly say to my friend though? He got his first load because he had been too drunk to even know what had happened to him, but the others, he absolutely knew he was getting them, but I doubted if he knew the real consequences of what he had done then. It was going to play with his mind for sure and no way around that. I got him comfortable on the couch, although still naked, and went to make some coffee as I just knew he would want some. As it was brewing I went back into the living room to check on him and get started on our talk. I found him sitting there staring down at his lap, with his legs spread and a hand between his legs and it looked like he was feeling his ass. As I approached him he looked up with a completely shocked look on his face. He held out his hand and his palm was filled with very pink tinged cum. His look was one of questioning, not comprehending what he had done. I told him it looked like he definitely had a full ass of cum if that much was leaking out. He almost jumped at that pronouncement as it was kind of starting to sink in what he had been doing. I asked him if he had any questions and I would try to answer them as best I could. He finally spoke asking what the hell have I done, what the hell was I thinking, and just how the hell did that happen. I told him I had better start at the beginning again and tell him what had gone down. I began where he had been sick outside last night. I told him he had about heaved his guts out and I had gone inside to see about clean up or something. Then I had come back outside to find him bent over the table with his pants at his ankles and a fresh load of poz cum dripping out of his used hole from the huge cock of a stripper named Randy. I had then got him back inside, fixed him another drink and Hank had come over to try and help, but had kind of taken over him and had fucked another load of poz cum in his hole. Then Hank had helped him up and over to his place, where he had taken, probably at least three more poz cum loads before I got him back over here to get back into his real mind and talk about what had happened. He just stared the whole time I was talking. Then he finally asked what I meant by poz cum. Damn, he really didn't have any idea at all. How to say it was going to be hard. I decided to just say it and told him POZ meant that each and every load of cum he had taken was from guys with very high viral loads of HIV. His mouth dropped to his chest when that sunk in. His eyes got bigger and then he really looked like he was going to freak out on me. I quickly told him that he didn't have to worry too much yet as there was a drug called PEP that would take care of him and prevent it, but he had to get to a doctor soon and get started on it. He was almost in tears now. Then he told me, he had to have been crazy and I was too and why hadn't I stopped him and them. He was in a rant now, and then dropped the bomb on me that he was most upset that he had enjoyed it all so much and he had cum himself at least twice. What was wrong with me he wanted to know. I told him there was nothing wrong with him and that somehow I had done the same thing and had loved every minute of it too. He really stared at me then. He went on asking me why we had done such a thing and why did those others seem to enjoy injecting their virus into us. I told him I was pretty conflicted myself about what I had done and was still trying to figure it out. He would have to make his own decision now though as I could only talk about what we had done and try to answer his questions, but he would have to make his own decisions about what he was going to do now. He almost screamed that there was no decision to be made, that he had to get to a doctor quick. He could chance giving this to his wife if he got HIV. Why did I think there was a choice? I told him I was still trying to decide what to do myself, but that I wasn't married like he was so my decision had to be only about what I wanted. I also told him that the sex I had had was way hotter than any I had had before, so it was a very hard decision. I told him, you said it yourself, you had enjoyed it a lot and even cum from being fucked, so you know why my decision is so hard. I got up then to let him think a little and went and got us each a cup of coffee. When I got back, he asked if I was really thinking about becoming gay. I told him I was not sure yet, but was leaning that way somewhat. I then told him that Hank had basically proposed to me while he was being fucked on Hank's couch. I was startled at the question and had no idea yet what to say or do. This is going to be tough to decide, OMG, what a decision.

the harder and the rougher the better, specially from guys who are super abusive and nasty. guys that tell me what a worthless piece of trash they think I am and how they wanna give me aids or how they know I'm an aids infested whore.the best is when men choke me unconscious while the fuck me and when I regain conciousness a totally different guy is fucking me and he's gone.

Silver fox This gentleman had to be one of the leaders of the group in that I was literally told never to disobey him, and to always make sure he was well taken care of. He was one of the few that didn't do anon with me. He was tall, Grey hair, Grey stubble beard, fit with a little bit of a dad bod. My cock was usually tightly tucked in a jock with him. It was custom made that said bitch around band above my ass. I would come over to his place on command usually a week night after 10PM. I would always have the orders enter through side door of the garage, strip down to the jock and enter. He would usually be close by watching some kind of straight porn, he liked teenaged porn. I would bring him a beer to the couch and suck him until he finished the beer, very slow blow job. His cock was big, and he had very big balls. Shaved balls and trimed pubes, he was well groomed. Once I got the directions we would head to a spare bedroom usually he liked me to be face down, but this night he wanted me on my back. He was very passionate, kissing me a lot caressing my body. He was honestly very hot and turning me on. He got on top of me kissing me, rubbing the front of my jock, he teased my cock. He got up and got undressed grabbing a small vibrator and lube from a drawer he worked my tight ass, for bit he turned it on slowly moving it into position so it was rubbing my prostate and vibrating it. Fuck it felt good. He got back on top pushing my legs up and kissing me more. Vibrator still going I was in heaven and he loved it too. I could feel his thick cock against my ass and legs it was hard as a rock. He stopped kissing me and before he could do anything I begged for his dick, it was a complesive act, I need it. The vibe came out and soon his dick was pumping. I wrapped my legs around him and took his hard cock balls deep. My cock was tightly wrapped up in my jock but trying to get hard from the excitement. For the first time ever he started to play with it, playing with it out of the jock. I didn't last long, and came. He collected it still fucking me and pushed his fingers in my my mouth wiping his hand on my face. He kissed me a little more then moved away and started rough fucking me. Ouch it was soo tight from cumming. He tucked my dick back in. Pushed my hands over my head, and held them there with one hand. Using the to brace him self. Fucking me extremely rough I was getting, nervous. He soon pulled out and and had me turn over to doggy. He lubed up his dick and went to town for a while giving me a good dicking. Pushing his cock deep, he loaded my ass and turned me over still shooting and give me a nice spray on my jock. He kissed me again and told me not to wash the jock. Soo hot

It can be an extra turn on for me knowing that they don't get much attention and that they're extra grateful for getting to fuck some cunt, let alone bare. Extra naughty taking cocks that others wouldn't.

Part 8 I had never been so happy in my life to have my small, dingy studio apartment. At least I had no roommates to question my whereabouts. I did have friends though, and my answering machine was loaded with messages. "Fuck em," I thought to myself, "I can't think about them today, I'll think about them tomorrow." I giggled to myself, as Gone With the Wind had been a movie we had just watched. I grabbed a jug of water and flopped down on the bed. I tried to fall asleep, but just couldn't. I just rolled on my back and played over and over in head the past few days. My cock swelled in its cage, trying desperately to get hard, but was unable to. Thank God Master had taken it off long enough to get all the wax out, or it would have been worse. I hadn't cum in days and I was horny and frustrated, which is of course exactly what Master wanted. Without even realizing it, my fingers roamed down to my aching cunt and gently scooped up the spunk that was oozing out. I brought it up to my mouth and softly moaned as I licked it off, my Masters big, veiny cock emblazoned in my mind. To say I was a wreck the next day at work would be an understatement. I managed to get about 4 hours of sleep before my fucking alarm clock started screaming at me. Sitting in my cubicle, I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was him. And when I thought about him, my cock swelled. And when my cock swelled, it leaked a lot of precum, so much that I had to stuff tissues in my underwear so it wouldn't seep into my pants. The tissues, along with the cage, made for a very interesting bulge. I was just staring at it when my boss walked in. "Feeling O.K.?" He asked. "Uh, yea, yea, um, I feel fine." I replied, splashing cold water on my face. My boss just looked at me strangely as he left the restroom. If only he knew what a drugged up little pig I had been all weekend. Then an odd thought popped in my head. What if Master knew my boss? What if he was one of the 11 men that had fucked me anonymously? I shook my head at my own stupidity and returned to mg desk. But it was too late. Master's head game was already working. 5 o'clock could not come soon enough and I rushed home hoping that Master had called. I had to wade through lots of, "Dude, where are you?", "Man what's up?", "Hey call me." messages, but none from Master. I microwaved some dinner and collapsed on my bed. The next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring and I bolted up in bed, still in the clothes from yesterday. I went to work feeling remarkably well. I felt rested and my ass didn't ache anymore. The day flew by as I tried to catch up on the work I had fallen behind on, and I didn't think of Master too much. I knew he would call, I just had to be patient. The call finally came on Friday at two o'clock. I answered the phone in my professional voice. "Hi slut." Came the voice from the other end. Just hearing him made my cock spring to life. "Hi." I replied. "Hi what, whore?" "Hi, Sir." I replied, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention. They weren't. Master chuckled. "Good boy. Meet me downstairs when you get off." Then he hung up. My heart leaped in excitement at the mere thought of seeing him again. The next few hours dragged on until the hands finally said 5, and I was out the door in a flash. He was waiting across from the elevators. "Follow me boy." Was all he said. We started walking and he stopped. "Behind me." Was all he said. I understood and walked two steps behind. We walked 4 blocks, to another downtown tower, and into the elevators to the 22nd floor. After we exited, he turned to me and started speaking. "We are at the office of a very dear friend. We've been friends since college. He's not part of the community, in fact he's not even gay, well, He's married anyway, let's just say that. But he likes boy ass, and I've shared my slaves with him for years. He's very discreet. This will probably be the only time you visit him here. His staff is gone, so you will be alone. His office is at the end of the hall. Do what he says, and I will see you at my place when you're finished." With that, Master pushed the elevator button, and I walked down the hall. I opened the office to see a large room with two desks. Another office lay further back. I wandered back there to see a man sitting at a large desk. He beckoned me in. "Frank's new slave huh, nice, nice. Shut the door and strip!" I did as instructed, folding my clothes neatly. "Now crawl over here." I did as he said as he unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his already hard cock. "Let's see if your worth 20 bucks." My own already hardening dick strained even harder when I realized I had been sold. I took his cock in my mouth and swallowed what was probably 7 inches. "Oh yea, he moaned." as I engulphed him. I sucked him for a few minutes before he pushed me off and ordered me to lie on his desk, face down. He pulled out some lube in his drawer and slicked his cock up. Without ceremony, he slid right into my waiting cunt. I was surprised at how little it didn't hurt, but his cock wasn't that thick. He grabbed my hips and pounded me while I looked at pictures of his family. There was his smiling wife, alone, in one picture, and him and his three teenage boys in another. All cute brunettes, all looked like their dad. He fucked me for a few minutes before he groaned loudly and buried himself in me shooting his seed, but he didn't pull out. He stayed inside me and started to slide his cock in and out of my cum slicked chute. The second fuck lasted probably 20 minutes before he pumped another load into my whore hole. When he finished, he just pulled out and grabbed my head, forcing me to clean off his slimy fuckstick. When I had finished, he simply said, "Go now." I got dressed and started to leave when he said, " Wait. Aren't you forgetting something? Whore's need to be paid." He waved a 20 at me. "Crawl for it." I did, and as I reached for it he said, "Uh-uh, in your teeth." I took it in my mouth from his hand. "Now crawl out of my office, whore, I'll see you again." I crawled until I reached the outer office, then walked to the elevators and hurried to Masters. Once I got too his apartment, I gave him the 20 bucks after I had stripped and put on my slave gear. He just smiled and said, "It feels good to be a whore, doesn't it?" I admit, I felt dirty and alive. Master just bent me over the couch, rubbed his fat cockhead in my gooey hole, and plunged in. I gritted my teeth, as his fat cock plowed into me. "Oh yea boy, that's what I like, a nice wet boypussy. I'm gonna make sure you get filled up a few times this weekend, like a slave should be." "Yes Master," I panted as he pounded my sensitive prostate, forcing more fluid to leak from my straining cock. Master smacked my ass hard as he fed my guts his precious fluid. "Thank you for your cum, Sir." I sighed. After he pulled out, and I cleaned him off he grabbed my keys, made me tell him my address, and told me not to move, he'd be back soon. He left me there, ass in the air, letting his cum soak into my body as he went to retrieve things from my apartment.