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I'd been too busy to hook up for two months, but the urge was building. I spent half of last week with a dildo in my ass, hitting poppers and imagining I was getting fucked. Of course it only made me hornier. Yesterday I arranged to hook up with a hot guy. He was supposed to show at 5pm but got delayed. All right, I thought, I was all cleaned up, doing nothing but waiting. Might as well get fucked. Luckily some guy on grindr was looking for a quick anon scene. I gave him my address, and he was here in less than ten minutes. I buzzed him up while completely naked, except for a blindfold. He fucked my mouth until his cock got hard (it felt thick -- probably 7.5"?), and then pushed himself into my waiting hole. Five minutes later, I was leaking his load. Hot guy still hadn't shown up. Luckily some other guy on grindr was looking for a fuck. I gave him my address, and he, too, was here in less than ten minutes. This time it wasn't anon, which may be why the fuck was actually a lot more intense -- he was definitely smaller in the size department, but pounded me like he wanted to crush me into the bed. Also choked me with his big biceps as he was breeding me. Loved it. Hot guy still didn't show up, but I got two loads in the meantime, so I guess that wasn't so bad. Unfortunately, I was still horny the next day. I still hadn't gotten that nirvana experience -- i.e., a huge cock plowing me for a seemingly endless duration, fucking my second ring as if it were my cuntlips. So I got onto grindr again. Found a local guy with a big dick. We used condoms, and it was a good fuck, but too quick. So an hour later, I was back on grindr. This time I hit the jackpot. Young black stud. Probably 8.5" or 9", and as thick as my wrist. I was loose enough for him to slide in without any pain, but my god, the spots he hit as he entered. I was spinning with pleasure. He pounded me as only he could -- deliberately, with movements smooth as milk, knowing he was in total control, taking his time and deciding when to fuck all the way in and remind me who was my man. He came after half an hour of intense fucking, and I thought that was it -- I sucked his cock clean like a good bitch, but he was still hard. So we went at it again for another hour before I couldn't take anymore. Rarely happens that I can't handle it before the top flags. What a stud. He hit my spots good. Thank god for hung longlasting tops who know how to fuck the brains out of bottoms like me!

Mr. Benson is into wrecking people lives, their hopes , their health and their careers for his own twisted mind. Some it's for revenge others it's for money and some it's because he wants to. Brad is 19 and a freshman in college with high hopes from his father. Brad father is one of those who has planned Brads life even the girl he is too marry and have children with. Mr. Benson has seen Brad going into Mens book stores not doing anything but looking, so Mr. Benson see Brad as a prospect to show his what he really is. I'm to find away to get close to Brad but I'm not to have sex with him but can suck his dick or he can suck mine as his virgin hole he has other plans for. Mr. Benson gave me Brads schedule and he is like clock work get up at this time, go to this place for a coffee and he is always on time like clock work. Friday nights when everyone is trying to get laid Brad takes a bus to the mens book store and looks around but never does anything. This Friday night is different as its the start of spring break so for the next 2 weeks there is no classes. I see Brad leave the book store around 9pm and go to the juice bar, it's packed and Brad is sitting by him self, so I ask if I can sit-down and he says sure. We do some small talk and I see Brad is eyeing me as the tee shirt I'm wearing is very tight and my nipples are rock hard and sticking out, my jeans are low riders so the crack on my ass is showing when I get up to get Brad a new drink. What Brad does not know is yes, I buying him a drink but what I'm putting inside the drink will set the wheels in motion to wreck his life for ever and make Mr. Benson very happy. After a few minutes this new drug Mr. Benson gave me to put in his drink starts to work. This new drug is like GHB but with out the metallic taste. As he gets up I say to his Brad you need some air, so I take him out side and around the corner where the van with Mr. Benson two assistants are waiting. Brad does not put up a fight but goes in willing. We ride for one hour before we get to this bathhouse. The easiest way to describe this place it's a biker bar bathhouse as the men here would scare the hell out of Hell Angels. Its just Brad and me that are not covered in Tattoos, body piercings or leather. At the door I help Brad in as he is very easy to control, the manager looks at me then says is this the virgin, I say yes as I'm a slut whore. The manager ask if I'm POZ and say yes are you on meds I say NO, and he ask if I want to be recharged and say why not. Brad is taken into the back as I watch they them cut off his clothes put cuffs on his wrist and ankles. I see one taking a syringe as putting into his ass, as they are doing that Brad says that hurts they laugh and say my pinky is bigger than this. They take magic marker and write on his chest and back NEGATIVE VIRGIN I follow them around as Brad is paraded around the bathhouse, they put on me POZ wants to be recharged. OK I have seen a few things but this place has to be the one for the books as the floor is sticky with cum and old lube there are crosses on the wall fuck benches and slings, used syringes all over the place with a few private rooms. They are putting up for bid for his virginity with the money going to buy more drugs. The bidding is going fast and the one who had the winning big is the local drug dealer, his has to be over 6ft, 6 over 300 lbs. with a dick like my forearm. As soon as he is declared the winner he takes Brad into one of the private's rooms and before he enters Brad is given a slam. The drug dealer yells out. THE BRIDE WON'T BE A VIRGIN LONG AND YOU CAN ALL HAVE BLOODY SECONDS. The room is dead quiet as everyone is waiting for the second Brad starts screaming for his life and when we hear him screaming we are all cheering. The dealer fuck Brad for close to one hour and towards the end Brad is not screaming but is moaning. The dealer comes out sweating and you can see the blood on his dick and says the bitch won't clean my dick off, right then about 6 of us we fight to clean his dick off as it's virgin blood and POZ cum. Brad is taken to the cross and they tie him up and tell his he has to be punished for not cleaning off the dick that just gave him his first Toxic load. They warm him up with floggers before they start to whip him I can see these Men really know how to work as Brad back has many welts and red stripes. My arm is grab and with a rope only upper arm I feel a prick and that familiar feeling of a nice slam of high quality Tina running through my body. He pushes my on to a fuck bench and the feeling of his PA rubbing up and down my hole is like heaven, his dick pushes in as he says I have a real man cunt here and starts to fuck me as hard as he can. To be continue

Part 17 - January 2019 Second Weekend Darren came out of the tube station and Sam was standing there waiting for him, at first Sam was just watching the exit and Darren saw the smile broaden on his face. It was enough to lift Darren walking towards Sam. Darkness had already taken the daylight away and the cold drizzle did nothing to hamper Darren's excitement to be back in London and with Sam. They walked the 15 minutes in a quick pace to get out of the damp cold and in to the classy block of flats in Chelsea harbour. Sam couldn't keep his eyes of Darren or the smile off his face, he had been looking forward to the weekend and spending it with Darren. Desperately he wanted to get to know more about Darren. The lift door opened and they walked along the corridor and in to the flat. "Do you want to put your things in the bedroom?" Sam asked hanging his coat up in the closet. Darren took his coat off "Please" he replied handing his coat to Sam to hang up and looking at the bedroom doors. Sam watched and smiled "Which room do you want to put them in?" he asked sensing Darren's quandary. Darren looked at Sam and nodded to the door "Yours?" he replied making it out as if he was asking a question. Sam walked over and opened the door "I was hoping you would say that" he said following Darren in. "You don't mind me sharing with you?" Darren asked putting his bag down "I enjoyed it last time" he said. Sam studied him for a moment "I missed you not being hear" he said admitting his affection for Darren. Darren smiled trying to be cool "Yeah" he replied but Sam could see Darren was unable to hide his own emotions. Sam smiled before asking "Did you bring shorts?". Darren chuckled "No, I want to wear yours again" he replied. "Is that right?" Sam asked smiling at Darren. The way their eyes fixed on each other revealed just how much chemistry there was going on between them, both wanting to ignite it, both held back until they felt it was right. Sam cooked dinner and they spent the evening lying on the sofa getting to know the other person's body, the talk was mostly around finding somewhere for Darren to live. It was gone 11pm when they went to bed and Sam got behind Darren and spooned up next to him. Darren held Sam's hand and quickly fell in to a very happy sleep enjoying the warmth of the body next to him. Saturday they travelled around London after trawling the internet for house or flat shares but everything seemed to go so quickly. There were some available out east but Sam advised against his way and stick to the north or west of the city. By late afternoon they found themselves looking at one flat share close to Ealing Broadway, it seemed perfect but Sam was not so sure about the owner, he seemed a little creepy. They left with Sam telling him they had a couple of more flats to look at and dragged Darren out. "What's the matter with that one?" Darren asked looking at Sam walking down the road away from the place. Sam looked at Darren "Flat was okay, he was really creepy" he said looking concerned. "I can look after myself" Darren chuckled nudging against Sam. Sam half smiled "I know, but it is when you can't, you have to be really careful" he explained. Darren looked confused "What do you mean when I can't?" he asked. "He gave me the shivers" Sam said "what if he slips something in a drink and you end up helpless?" he asked. The smile faded from Darren's face "People really do that?" he asked "are you protecting me?". "Yes" Sam replied "I want to keep you safe" he said noticing the grin on Darren's face appear. Sam stopped walking "You could always use my spare bedroom until you get on your feet" he said nervously. Darren looked at Sam "No" he replied "Thank you but it would be weird" he said. Sam laughed "Seriously Darren, you can use the spare bedroom until you find your feet" he repeated. "Okay" Darren replied not wanting to argue with Sam. Darren looked around "What now then?" he asked and paused "can we go to the V&A museum?" he suggested. Sam laughed "What now?" he replied seeing Darren nod "okay" Sam said turning around with Darren following him. Sam never imagined that Darren would be interested in going to a museum. He couldn't believe how much Darren just kept surprising him, he didn't mind since he loved spending time with Darren and was hiding the fact he had fallen head over heels for him. Saturday night they headed in to the west end and watched another show that Sam had managed to get tickets for. By the end Darren was finding it hard to stay awake, he was exhausted from travelling all over the place. He dozed on the tube ride back and was glad to be back at Sam's place collapsing on the sofa. Sam sat down next to Darren and started undressing him until he only wore his underwear. Darren giggled and pulled Sam forward kissing him several times, each time he got braver with his kissing. He moaned slipping his arm around Sam finally kissing him properly, unable to keep their arms off each other they slipped off the sofa and on to the floor giggling. Sam stood and helped Darren to his feet leading him to the bedroom. Darren felt all his inhibitions falling away and knew that being with a man, this man was all he wanted right now. Sam made him happy there was no doubt about that, his hands fumbled pushing Sam's underwear down and pulling him closer wanting to feel and touch his body. Sam gently pushed Darren back on the bed admiring his naked form, his hands running up Darren's legs, along his abdomen until he gently lowered himself on top of Darren kissing him. Sam giggled feeling Darren's hands roaming down across his buttocks and squeezing them gently. He allowed Darren to lead letting him go at his own pace. He was rewarded feeling Darren getting more dominant rolling Sam on his back and slipping between Sam's legs. Darren leaned up and tentatively took Sam's cock in his hand holding it for a while now knowing what to do with it now he had it. Gently he rubbed it pulling the foreskin back to reveal the head and then pushing it back over hiding it from view again. His other hand caressed Sam's chest, his vision purely on Sam's cock admiring how hard and ample it felt in his hand. Darren looked up and saw the smile on Sam's face, his mouth slightly parted and tiny moans escaping. He touched his own cock not realising how hard it had become, the sight of Sam's beautiful body lying there was exciting him. Darren leaned forward and kissed Sam 'Can I fuck you?' he asked tenderly kissing Sam's hand that touched his face 'Yes' he replied. Sam turned over on to his stomach thinking it would be easier for Darren being his first time. Moaning in anticipation and feeling the weight of Darren's body resting on his back, he could feel the cock between his ass cheeks rubbing up and down feeling the full hardness. Sam reached over to the bedside table draw and pulled a small bottle of lube, he squeezed a bit in his hand and massaged it on to Darren's cock. Darren groaned dropping his head forward and resting it between Sam's shoulders, he could feel the slickness as he rubbed his cock again against Sam's ass. By instinct he lifted his hips and gradually felt the resistance of Sam's hole against the head of his cock, tiny pushes and nudges until he gasped feeling his cock slip inside. Sam moaned and raised his head, gently Darren pushed down more gasping and almost crying every time more of him went inside. The sensations flowing up through his body was more than he could understand, the warmth and seductiveness of Sam's body underneath him brought out a sensual side to that not even Darren knew he had. Sam moaned quietly raising his head off the bed feeling more of Darren entering him, even for him this was a new experience unlike the usual fuck and go meets this was more of a craving and a need. Letting his head fall forward back on the bed he had a smile of pure happiness on his face. His body wriggled at the unmistakable feeling of the coarse pubic hair now rubbing against his ass. Darren let out one last gasp and moan his cock now fully inside Sam up to his balls, slowly he lowered his body down until he rested lying on top of Sam's back. He daren't move for fear of ejaculating, his breathing steadied and he moved his arms up above Sam's head allowing his full body weight to rest. Sam's fingers sought his own entwinning around until they held hands, he could feel Darren's breath against his neck. Turning his head he kissed Darren's chin seeking his mouth. The kiss was sensual and slow, teasing but lovingly given until their tongues met. It was like Sam teased Darren's tongue in to his mouth sharing the first very intimate and real kiss. The sensuality drove Darren's hips gently pushing down then rising then stopping 'are you okay' Sam asked with his lips still touching Darren's 'I can't move or I will bust my load' he replied. Sam kissed him again long and hard 'just relax Darren' he said rubbing his lips over Darren's who giggled 'easy for you to say' Darren replied. He freed his right hand from Sam's and placed it around his neck feeling the need to be closer and holding him. Darren looked in to Sam's eyes 'oh fuck Sam' he said his eyes tearing up from how much he had fallen for Sam. Darren moved his hips and watched Sam's mouth parting letting out a loud moan from the sudden thrust he received from Darren. His arm released from around Sam's neck and quickly he took hold of his hand again squeezing both of them tightly he kissed Sam's neck and cheek. His cock jumping and oozing pre-cum inside Sam's ass making it slicker and enhancing the sensation that travelled down his shaft and in to his balls. He fought to hold off and stopped resting on top of Sam who groaned turning his head then kissing Darren deep. They smiled at each other and kissed, Darren held himself perfectly still knowing he would bust if he moved right now. Taking his time until he was ready he found a steady rhythm gently and slowly fucking Sam without bringing him over the edge. He loved hearing the delighted moans and gasps from Sam, listening to make sure he wasn't hurting him and wanting to treat him gentle. His body decided it needed to orgasm and suddenly without warning he leaned up still holding Sam's hands tightly he started more pronounced thrusts to Sam's delight. His pace quickened holding his cock deep in to Sam, everything felt like it had gone in slow motion. He drove his hips down pushing as deep as he could go and cried out feeling his balls tighten and throb, echoing up through his shaft he released his seed impregnating Sam. Collapsing forward on to Sam's body and holding him in place his couldn't control his hips desire to keep wanting to push down fucking to ride the orgasm out, Sam raised his head crying out 'oh god yes' his ass pushing up wanting Darren's seed inside him. Their hands red from the tightness of them holding to on to each other, Darren's moans kept coming along with ribbons of his thick cum being passed from one body to the other. Darren panted heavily his body shaking on the verge of convulsing, feeling of pleasure running ragged through every nerve. Sam laid underneath his own cock fighting against the sheet underneath him but the weight from Darren on top prevented him reaching down and beating his load out. Instead he ground his ass up enjoying the tiny pushes Darren still made, his cock still rock hard enjoying the feeling of Sam pleasuring himself against his cock. Darren kissed his neck tenderly for a few minutes then working round to Sam's mouth 'want more?' he asked rubbing his nose with Sam's. Sam smiled nodding and kissed Darren moaning this time in to his mouth with Darren immediately starting the second act pumping away at his ass. The slight sound of squelching soon disappeared as the last of Darren's first load worked deeper inside. Feeling more comfortable second time around he was learning how to control his orgasm and slowly over the next half an hour without knowing it he made love to Sam. Such tenderness between them shone in their eyes when they looked at each other, then abruptly the direction changed to a hard fucking, then switched back to tenderness and caressing. Darren felt every inch of Sam's body, wondering why he had taken so long to enjoy the male body. He couldn't explain why he was this way, all he felt was completeness. Unable to contain himself any more he moaned and pushed his body forward getting deeper in Sam. Feeling Sam's body tense from the anticipation he moaned and grunted in to Sam's mouth during their kiss, one arm around Sam's neck the other still holding hands with him he successfully delivered his second load of seed. Panting heavily Darren relaxed lying on top of Sam, his legs seem to have entwinned themselves around Sam's holding them down. Their heads laid side by side both smiling with tiny droplets of sweat. Sam pulled Darren on to his side, his cock still deep inside and showed no sign of softening, Darren wrapped his arms around the sexy muscled body kissing Sam's neck. "That was your first time?" Sam asked rubbing his fingers over Darren's hand. Darren was still in a euphoric state and mumbled before answering "Yes". "Hell, I hate to think what you are going to be like when you find your grove" Sam said chuckling. Darren squeezed Sam in his arms "I got so turned on fucking you" he said. Sam moved his hand and stroked Darren's ass "Can I date you?" he asked "you know be your boyfriend?" he said holding his breath. Darren leaned over and looked at Sam "Really?" he asked feeling jittery from nerves hearing Sam's words. "Yes" Sam replied "that is if you like me" he said. Darren smiled "Yeah, I'm glad you asked. I was too scared to ask you" he said playing with Sam's chin hair. Sam kissed him lovingly then turned the light off on the bedside lamp. Darren made no move to extract his cock, he was quite happy being inside and holding Sam in his arms. A few hours had passed when Sam woke feeling Darren stir, his cock was hard again and sensing he was awake he pushed back to be rewarded. Darren started fucking him again, he guided Darren's hand to lift his leg up slightly and hold it there. He didn't need much guidance and soon found a steady gentle deep rhythm, he loved feeling Sam's body respond each time he pushed in deep. Still horny as fuck he didn't take long to orgasm and pulling Sam back on to his cock keeping him there whilst he delivered the third load. Lowering Sam's leg his arms wrapped around his boyfriend and hugged him tight kissing the back of his neck. After several minutes Sam patted Darren's leg and pulled off his cock slipping out of bed in to the en-suite bathroom. Sitting on the toilet he let out a small fart followed by a stream of Darren's cum, Sam laughed hard to himself as he still found it funny when this happened. After all he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep properly until he had pushed it out and standing up he was surprised to see how much there was. Sam cleaned himself up and walked back in to the bedroom to find Darren laying on his back looking at him. "Is everything alright?" Darren asked looking concerned. Sam chuckled "You could have warned me you shoot big loads" he said jumping back in to bed. Darren laughed pulling Sam on top of him and wrapping his arms around him "Kiss me" he said. Sam smiled and obliged kissing Darren and for once enjoying the feeling of being on top of him instead of the other way round. Sam slipped on to his side and cuddled up to Darren, their hands touching each other falling asleep. Sam woke just after 10am and slipped out of bed to make coffee and returned placing the mug down by Darren who was now awake. It suddenly dawned on Sam what they had spoken about the previous evening and he sat on the side of the bed. "This whole thing just got crazy" Sam finally said turning his head to look at Darren. Darren sat up unable to look at Sam "You and me?" he finally asked breaking the silence. Sam nodded "I don't know what has happened" he said "is it going too quick for you?" he asked. Darren touched Sam's shoulder "I can leave it you want me to" he said with a tinge of sadness. Sam looked over his shoulder "No" he said abruptly then paused "I am in love with you". There was silence in the room for a moment until Darren spoke "No one has ever said that to me" he said. Sam watched a tear run down Darren's face "I'm sorry" Sam said hugging Darren. Darren held Sam tight in his arms "You have no idea how long I wanted someone to say that to me" he said. "I am so happy it has come from you" Darren said sniffing trying not to breakdown completely. Sam pulled Darren down and laid facing him on the bed "Promise you won't run away?" Sam asked. Darren kissed Sam "Promise" he said then kissed him again "You know I am madly in love with you". Sam chuckled "Is that why you made love me to last night?" he asked. Darren looked confused "Did I?" he asked trying to recall. "Yes" Sam replied "the second time, you was so tender and loving" he said kissing Darren. Darren laid back and smiled "You are my boyfriend then?" he asked obviously playing with his cock. "Yes" Sam replied kissing Darren and slapping his hand "enough of that, I have to go to the gym, coming?". Darren sat up "I have nothing to wear" he said watching Sam going through his draw. He threw shorts and top at him "Now you do" he said smiling and watching Darren dress. The gym was immaculate and set in the basement of the of the flats, there were a couple of guys already working out who knew Sam by name and gave curious glances to Darren. Sam never worked out with anyone and seeing this tattooed guy with him caused a bit of a stir. Darren worked out next to Sam but with only half the stamina he took it much easier and enjoyed watching Sam from the bench. He was taken back by how long Sam could work out without breaking a sweat until his thought was interrupted by Michael 'he can go hours in case you didn't know' he said to Darren. He looked up and eyes drawn immediately to the lycra shorts and bulge before he finally looked up and the muscular body of Michael. In his late twenties he had dark hair and brown eyes and almost model looks he stood a towering six feet of sculpted muscle. The guy with him who was still running was a complete contrast with a swimmers build and dirty blond hair and stood a few inches shorter and by comparison was fairly ordinary looking. Darren looked over at Sam "Yeah, way fitter than me" he replied. "I'm Michael live on the 15th floor" he said introducing himself holding out his hand. Darren shook it "Darren 8th floor" he replied almost laughing at how silly the introductions went. "You moving in or visiting?" he asked sitting down next to Darren looking at his tattoos. "Kind of both" Darren replied looking down at the floor shuffling his feet. Michael looked over to Sam and knew he was listening to their conversation "Strange answer" he said. Darren smirked "Moving in in a couple of weeks" he said offering more information. "Excellent" Michael replied "we should have a drink to welcome you to the building" he said smiling at Darren. Darren was really taken by how nice Michael was being "Thank you" he replied. "Sam your boyfriend or just a friend?" Michael asked out of the blue. Sam turned to look at Darren and smiled "Boyfriend" Darren bravely replied and saw Sam fist punch the air. Michael smiled nodding "You make a nice couple" he said "that is Tony my husband over there". Darren looked at Tony then turned to Michael and smiled "Nice catch" he said causing Michael to laugh loudly. "Want a hand working out Darren?" Michael asked standing up walking to the weight bench. Darren stood and walked over "I'm not use to this so take it easy with me" he said laying down. Michael smiled and leaned over Darren then winked "I will take it easy to start with but then..." he said. Darren chuckled "Stop flirting with my boyfriend" Sam called out from the treadmill grinning. Hearing Sam saying that felt strange knowing he was referring to him in that way, but he liked it. Darren's legs and arms ached by the time they left the gym, at the same time he felt so exhilarated having pushed himself further. Going in to the lift he had made two new friends in London, Tony liked him but Michael was constantly flirting with him and it really made Darren feel good. Sam snogged the face off Darren during the short ride up to the 8th floor finding it harder to keep his hands off Darren. Sam stopped hearing the ding of the lift arriving "It was so funny watching Michael flirt with you". Darren giggled "Was it that obvious?" he asked "I mean do they all flirt like that?". Sam chuckled "Darren I think Michael was trying to get in your underwear" he said grinning. "Silly" Darren replied following Sam along the corridor "he was being nice" he said explaining away. Sam turned to look at Darren "You buy me dinner if he gets you in bed" he said looking serious. Darren looked at him strangely "Hang on, I thought I was your boyfriend?" he asked. "You are" Sam replied "Oh shit I need to explain" he said pulling Darren inside the flat. Sam showered and walked in to the bedroom slipping in to some shorts they walked in to the kitchen diner and had breakfast. He began to explain about his friend from stage school that was still very close to him and of course Kurt. Darren listened completely intrigued hearing Sam open up about his life. Sam explained that no matter what Darren was his priority in life now and he would do whatever Darren decided. He was beginning to see life from a different perspective and found it quite exciting that if the time ever came he could without guilt have sex with Michael. Darren made only demand that if things between them developed in to more than boyfriends they would look at the situation again. Darren also promised that when he moved in he would open up more about his family and childhood, something to date he had deferred from talking about. They decided to go out and window shop in Harrods so both of them went to the bedroom to change. Sam sat on the bed naked about to put some underwear on and Darren took one look at him 'oh fuck' he said whipping down his trousers, he pushed Sam on to his back and got in between his legs 'I need to do you' he tried saying but Sam was already pulling Darren down and kissing him. Darren took the Monday morning train to Malvern, he was excited at the prospect of moving to London since he now had a boyfriend, something he never really saw coming or even expected, he really loved Sam and that was all that counted right now. Sam dismissed the class for lunch and got out his phone sending a text to Byron telling him that he and Darren were officially a couple and he was excited beyond words, he had a strange feeling that Darren was going to be someone he could rely on and be in a very steady relationship with. Byron messaged back saying how thrilled he was and that he couldn't wait to meet the guy that finally broke the steel wall around Sam's heart.

Justin headed off to the bookstore and just as he was about to open the door this 6'6 tall white ginger all muscled and his dick was still hard as Justin zoned in on his package and his fat meat was outlined. He thought fuck, wish I had been here ten minutes earlier. The guy walked to his car and go in it and speed off. Justin went inside, got change at the counter and heading back to the booths. It was empty except for a young college guy in the back. That much have been who serviced that big dick massive ginger dick. Lucky fuck Justin thought as he dipped in a booth. The booth next to him opened and closed and soon he saw a finger tracing the hole. Before the last few days his dick would have been hard for some young guy who wanted to blow him but all he wanted now was to service dick and lots of it. Justin put his finger up to the hole and traced it and soon the kid stuck his dick through. Nice seven inch dick, uncut. Justin started to suck his dick and fished his balls through, lifted his dick and licked and sucked the kids balls. He then sucked and nibbled the foreskin and the kid was moaning, he sucked and went down on him and after ten minutes the kid was about to shoot and he tried to pull his dick back but Justin held him in place and sucked and licked that edged dick till the boy shot his load in Justin's mouth. It was huge and tasted amazing! Young college cock, so good. Justin nursed his dick and cleaned him up till the boy went soft and he let go. The kid whispered thanks through the hole and left. Justin sat there licking his lips and then he heard the door to the right open and close. The guy unbuckled his belt and pulled out a curved dick had to be nine inches,he watched as the guy watched gay porn and jacked his dick. Just rubbed his dick and balls as he watched the guy. He was so ready to taste the guys dick and then he froze, fuck that looks like that hot poz 23 year old from BBRT. He tried to see the guys body and face but he could not. Justin struggled with the idea of getting up but couldn't move. If that is him maybe I can just suck his dick, it looks so beautiful, then the guy turned and backed up to the wall, it was not him. Justin was relieved and rubbed his finger over the hole and the guy walked toward him and slide his rock hard dick through the hole. Justin sucked on the guys head and held his thick dick and slowly started to inch his way down the guys cock licking and sucking on the guys dick until it was all the way to the base and then let up and did it again. He sucked and licked that big dick and then pulled off and nursed the guys head. The guys started to pull his dick out and Justin went deed again and he let him swallow his cock and then he pulled it from Justin's mouth. Justin put his tongue out to show the guy he wanted this dick again and while he was doing that the guy turned around and spread his hole ass and hole and pressed his hairy hole back on Justin's tongue. Justin licked and probed the hot guys hole and put his fingers on either side to pull it apart so he could tongue deeper and the guy moaned. The guy pulled off and shoved his leaking dick back in. Justin opened wide and swallow the entire dick and started to suck it. then pulled up and went back down again and the guy pulled out of the hole and got on his knees and whispered to Justin "show me your hole." Just got up and pressed his ass back and the guy spit three times on his hole and then fingers two of them entered him. The guy pulled out and spit on his hole again and then shoved two fingers deep her and then he hard the guy spit three more time but it was not on his hole and then that big curved dick pressed against Justin's boy pussy and started to push in. Justin looked forward and then to the left and he saw a bottom of poppers someone had left and he quickly grabbed them and started inhaling. The guy was rough, he would pull almost all the way out and shove it back in getting deeper each time and the curve beating up his insides. The guy got deep once Justin had inhaled enough and after another two minutes he shot his load in Justin. Left his dick in Justin and then slowly pulled out after his dick started to soften. He slid two fingers back in the Justin and fingered his hole and then a third. Justin kept inhaling the poppers and the guy pressed his fingers all the way in. Then he pulled them out and put them back in after a min and a noise like the guy had dropped a tin lid and then he felt that familiar sharpness and then his hole started to get warm and tingly. The fingers worked their way in and out and soon Justin was moaning and pressing back hard on the guys fingers and then the guy pulled out and slide his big dick up Justin's ass and slow fucked him. slowly all the way in and then out til Justin's hole close and then pressing right back in slowly. Justin began to shake on the others side. His dick was so tingly and his balls felt so tight. This guy made just feel like his hole was the most amazing fuck tunnel. Justin heard the door open in the other booth and soon the longest black dick slide through. Had to be 11 inches, Justin stretched and got the head in his mouth and sucked on the guys cock. He could only take three inches but he loved how dark and smooth it was. He was leaking cum and it tasted amazing, Justin's legs kept shaking, he was rubbing his cock after taking it out of his jock, he felt like his legs were going to fall out from under him they were shaking and week so he pressed both hands against the opposite wall which allowed him to take another inch of the black gods cock. The guy on the other side of the wall never changed his pace and soon Justin felt his little dick leak cum all over the floor. It felt amazing. The guy slow fucked him for another two to three minutes and shot a huge load in the boy. He said, that a good fucking cunt! You deserve every drop of my load! Justin did not think much of it as the guy continued to slowly pump his ass and he sucked the big black cock. Soon the guy pulled out and said fucking whore back up on the BBC. I text my buddy to come over and try that hot hole of yours. He is huge but you can take it boy, I am gonna watch your face as you back up onto his big dirty cock. Justin turned around and lined up that big dick at his hole and pressed back and the guy watched as Justin started to show pain as the dick was rearranging his intestines. The guy smiled and said you better hold onto the wall over her he fucks hard, Justin followed his direction and the the nice guy put poppers under Justin's nose and Justin inhaled ten times before the the bbc started to move around inside him. Justin's pain increased and the guy told Justin that he was gonna come over, wait 30 second and open the door. Here me boy, Justin said yes Sir. The guy got up and he was standing right at the booth door when Justin reached up and unlocked it and he let himself in. Justin looked up and this really nice looking man smiled at him and said you look amazing like that boy. The guy rubbed Justin's head and got on the otherside of him and now was blocking the video, He rubbed his chest and told Justin what a good boy he was letting this big black cock cum in his hot little while hole. The guy pinched Justin's nipple and twisted it and Justin yelped. The door to the next booth opened and a minute later another huge black dick slide through. This one was thicker than the one in his ass. Open up baby boy, both that pussy and your mouth. Justin opened his mouth and swallowed that huge cock head and the white guy beat his fist on the wall, the black guy knew that this meant everyone was was in place and that cunt was now going to get railed hard. The bbc started to pull out a little and slam back in and Justin tried to pull of the BBC and pull his ass away from the wall at the same time but the nice white guy held him in place saying, boy its rude to tease these bbc's like that. Relax that hole and let my buddy deep inside you. He held Justin in place and the guy was railing his boy ass and Justin would yelp and moan and try to suck that big cock. The guy bent down so he was right in Justin's ear, Open that boy pussy, give him your pretty white ass while you suck that dirty black dick. You are such a beautiful young cum whore! Five minutes later the bbc in his ass shoved deep and beat on the way. The guy in his ear said, boy you just took that Black guys dirty dick and load. You get hotter the longer I am with you. The bbc in him pulled out and the white guy pulled him up and kissed him and then turned him around and spread his ass and backed Justin up against that bbc. Justin said I can't its too big. He kissed Justin again and grabbed the bbc with one hand and spread Justin's left check with the other and once in place he grabbed both Justin's hips and pressed him back until the head popped inside Justin and he yelped and moaned and said no please. The guy whispered in his ear, boy you want this more than you even know! My buddy drove in three hours today for your ass. You are going to open that cunt up for him and give him that sweet hot ass for his dirty man dick.

Jerry fell asleep next to Rod. He wanted to be there when that hunk woke up. But, Rod woke first and shouted, "Jerry, you did it, you got it to go down." The nailed toilet paper roll was loose. Jerry, groggily pulled it off, Rod's rod. The big dick was still the worse for wear and Rod had to piss like a race horse. He ran into the bathroom without closing the door, grabbed the measuring cup, filled it to half, and swallowed it all in Jerry's field of vision, then continued to piss for what seemed like an eternity. Jerry was amazed. It gave him more ideas. Rod presented his still large dick, just not hard to Jerry who examined it. It seemed all right except for puncture wounds and scabs. Jerry turned Rod around and said, let's check the butt out. He pulled out the plug and spooge, watery spooge flowed out. Rod said, "Oh, I feel the medication flowing out. What will we do?" Jerry was ready. He said, "I know you want to go to church. You are a little weak. I'll go with you. Get cleaned up and get dressed. I'll run home and change into church clothes." Jerry hated church. But he knew he had to make Rod owe him more and more. And he wanted to ask Rod about the piss drinking? He had plans for his own piss in Rods tummy and ass. Rod followed his routine perfectly. When Jerry came back, the two got in the car and drove to the church. Jerry got a few looks, but was welcomed home. Rod always got looks form guys and girls, and even a couple of the elders. When the service was over, Rod wanted to go to Sunday school. That was too much and Jerry said, "Rod, Bud, you know Jerry wants what's good for your soul, but your body, too. You better take it easy today. Let's get some food in you. If you want you can go back to church tonight. Will your parents be home" Rod was sure the parents would be home so Jerry had to work fast. His mind raced. When they got back to the house, Jerry said, "Rod, you drink that piss every day?" Rod was embarrassed. He hemmed and Jerry said the only thing better for the body than your own piss and someone else's piss. It has more of the things your body wants. Rod got wide eyed. He loved his piss. He needed it. "Jerry," he said, "I've got to have my piss." Jerry replied, "Of course, but you need to add someone else's at double the rate of your own." Rod thought about it. He said, "where will I get piss? I mean, you can't buy it in the store" Jerry said, "it so happens that I have to piss right now. How much of your own do you take?" Rod told him 4 ounces. Jerry responded, "Well, I'll give you eight ounces or a tad more. It should build you up fast." Rod took a little to long to think about it and Jerry had to say, "Well, if you don't want it." That pushed Rod over the edge. He took Jerry into the bathroom and handed him the measuring cup. Jerry reminded Rod it was best hot from the source. Jerry said, "Rod, I really thing you should take it right from my dick, it won't lose any potency. But if you don't want to... Rod stepped in the shower, saying what if it spills. Jerry had him strip, Jerry worked really hard, pissing and holding, pissing and holding until he had emptied his bladder. He said, "Good work, Rod. That should give you plenty of what you need. "Ah, Jerry," Rod said, "My hole feels so empty, can I have the plug back?" Jerry almost fainted from joy. He had that big jock hooked on taking things up the ass. Soon Jerry would be pissing in it, fucking it, and eventually get some other guys to do the same. But for now, bigger and bigger plus, with a large dose of T in the lube. Jerry looked in his bag, pulled out a small one and inserted it. Rod asked, "Jerry, could I please have a bigger one?" Jerry complied. Considerably bigger. Rod would soon be a cock slut. Jerry knew it even if Rod didn't. Stay tuned for more

Shot an independent porn film late last January. Met a guy at his place in Rogers Park. Not ordinarily the type I go for, but he was receptive to the idea of making a video. I had to be his bottom. After kissing and body contact, he pulled out a modest dick with foreskin. I was not expecting that, but it was a nice surprise. He even had a little dick cheese stuck to the head. I choked on his dick, and before long, he had me bent over on the bed. He railed me in a few positions, and eventually had me on my back. I seldom get in this position, but on this occasion, I was completely at ease. My heels were pointed at Jesus, my buttcheeks were spread widely, and he pounded away like he hadn't fucked in a while. Meanwhile, he's got a tight grip on my own dick and is jerking furiously. We were both covered in his sweat. I told him to release my dick or else I would blow. It's bad etiquette for the bottom to cum first. But it was too late. I gushed cum out like a fountain while he's plowing me senseless. The double sensation was too much. He gathered the cum of my abdomen, spread it on his own dick, and kept fucking before breeding me with his own load. One of the best fucks I've had in the past year!

Next up was Hamburg where I checked out the back rooms of TOM’s Saloon. It was a Thursday night and the crowds seem to be dying down a bit, so I was thinking “damn, I should’ve came earlier “. I ordered a beer and started to walk around the place getting to where the dark rooms were in the back of the bar. I started walking down the narrow hallway which had cubbies on one side. Leaning against the wall was an older bear with a full beard and rounded stomach. I barely had time to make eye contact with him before he grabbed me and shoved me into the nearest cubby. He pushed me into the corner while reaching to unbutton my pants and pull them down. Once my ass was exposed, he forced my head down so that my hole was exposed and available. He unzipped and pulled out a decent size dick that I didn’t have time to prepare for before he was shoving it in me. This was literally a raw fuck with no chance for lube. The first few minutes were painful as the friction of his fuck rubbed against my dry hole. Mercifully my ass juices began to flow and the tempo increased. With each charge of his penis as he roughly fucked me, my head banged into the corner of the cubby over and over. He leaned over me and grabbed my shoulders as I went from being impaled on his dick to smacked in the corner. He didn’t care; his needs were going to get met. After 15 minutes, I began to hear some grunts and groans as his cock pulsed his load into me. He pulled out, tucked himself back in, and left the cubby with not a word to me. My ass dripping, I rubbed the top of my head and pulled back up my jeans.

I really like this PA, I wonder if anyone would take this up their shitter.

In college, I kept getting what I thought was strep. Like, every 3 months. It was happening so often, I'd just call the family doctor and he'd phone in a prescription. Only much later, when I had pain in my asshole and discharge, and went to the public clinic, and they told me I had rectal gonorrhea and they grilled me about my sexual practices and decided to swab me at the other end did a light go on in my head -- I'd been getting gono in my throat every few months all thru college. (I was a "regular" at the park across the street and the XXX theater down the block. As a 20-year-old frat boy who got off on seeing how many guys he could service, I was kinda "popular.") I felt really stoopid for not realizing I was getting gono. I soon felt even stoopider... I'd also gone months feeling like I was wearing a scratchy woolen speedo... When I finally described this to a gay friend, he yelled at me for not knowing I had crabs. They'd gotten REALLY bad -- pubes AND asscrack -- by the time I did something about them. Gono and crabs have been a recurrent problem for me from college to the present day.

I was never a chub chaser till I became a dedicated bare backer and breeder. A huge turn on for me to spread those enormous butt cheeks and get into that hidden, sweet tight hole. Even better when I tag-team fuck with another top cause it works well to have a buddy pull apart the chub butt cheeks for good penetration. What do chubs on this site think about this? Hope you big boys don't think your big asses are just being used; they're actually being appreciated and worshipped.

Vent Piece, buuuuut, I'm bored and want to ignore my responsibilities. So, made a poll and shit. For the past 6 years, I have been interested in older men. And, to be honest..... I'm kinda losing interest in both having sex, being intimate and even being romantic with guys in general (more particularly older men). Here's my dilemma, and this goes into the poll: Do Older Men really want younger guys? It seems to be a dumb question. After all, we always see "Daddy Pounds Boi" on Pornhub and such, and twinks a plenty riding Daddies and such. But, do Older Men really want younger guys? By "Older" I mean men who are in their 40's and up. And, here's where my questioning comes into play: There are 3 main problems I tend to see with older guys who claim to want younger guys, but end up not doing anything to keep the ball rolling. SCENARIO 1: FALSE SEXUAL DESIRE This may sound weird, but the amount of Older Men/Daddies who kind of exaggerate their need for sex is really amazing. Top Daddies will say they wanna fuck for hours, and go multiple times... But, all that happens is they just stay still, do nothing, throw in the dick, pump, then just pretend the sex never happened. They don't want head again, they don't wanna go another round - hell, not even want to tease their cocks. They just wanna pull the card of "I'm all business" without saying anything. They promised intrigue and adventure, but all that's happened was basic handshake and awkward silence. Nothing.... Fun. Or, hell - Older Bottoms. In this scenario, they beg for cock. Desiring the means of multiple sessions, desiring hard fucking, and so on so forth. But, take down your pants, and they can't even have the will power to suck the head longer than 1 second. What was promised as a means to be pounded and to have passionate kissing, sweat and pleasure for both, is just mindless groans of "I can't do this - it's too big, or I'm not in the mood." (6 inches is apparently too big to jerk off.... Yeah, not joking) A real life example of this is recently. Now, I'm a 24 year old Vers Top who basically went on a trip just to fuck an older bottom (yes, I went on a trip... For that ass.... Though, he did pay for the ride, but it was his idea). Went there to pound him, give him kisses, attention, rim jobs and so on so forth - but NOPE. He just was radio silent, and didn't want me to have my cock anywhere near him. Now, mind you he was busy with work, and I get that. But, no passion even in the pecks we gave each other, no glances at my naked body, or anything. We knew each other for a while now, and talked on the phone everyday, with him wanting to get fucked by multiple younger guys. But, here comes a 6ft. lean pretty boy with a cock ready to fuck him raw, and recently tested all clear - and here he is not wanting to talk to me, but messaging other guys - guys his own age/slightly younger. This scenario usually comes as the older guy wanting the idea of sex, but not wanting the reality of it, nor desiring it. And this happens the most. SCENARIO 2: DEPENDENCE ON EMOTIONAL VALIDITY It is true that older men are judged by ageist means in the gay community. However, the amount of older men wanting me to be their source of sexual validity, and means of a therapist is rather off putting to say the least. When an older man sends 89 paragraphs of why they're into me, and it's mostly because they feel like they have nothing to live for, and that if they don't have a partner then they're failures, and that it's society's fault for their tooth suddenly missing - it, just..... No. The gay community is judgy, yes - but, that doesn't justify someone trying to pressure me into a relationship. Not only is pressuring bad (yes, I have to say this) , but their mind is not on my well-being or such, but rather on their means of "oh, I'm not lonely anymore, and now that I have a younger guy in my life, I can put all my emotional issues and problems on him to fix it, rather than change as a person, because look - have a relationship now." This of course (if I even entertain this notion), they don't engage in conversations, nor really want to even have sex. Just just kinda waddle in their own emotionally driven and vaguely worded filth for hours, until they just stop talking to you ever again. And, surprise surprise - they then go back to looking at older men as opposed to younger guys. When I leave, though, they'll beg for cock/ass or whatever, but, when I'm there - radio silence. An example of this was one guy demanded I showed up at his place to fuck his hole. So, being horny as hell and a bit tired of studying - off I went. And as soon as I showed up, cock ready at hand, he just kinda off-handily told me to put it away and started talking about why he feels unlucky about life, and why no one attractive wants to have sex with him...... Nice. By then asking me to marry him (sure, that's a good segment) he then went to his kitchen/living room to jerk off to Daddy solo's and didn't even notice me leave. Nice. SCENARIO 3: YOU FIX YOURSELF TO MEET MY STANDARDS The rule in any relationship is to understand and help your partner - not blind yourself with their excuses, and fix them. As someone who has dated older men, who claim to be blunt - not caring about feelings - all about the facts....... They're just kinda..... Passive aggressive and shit. Now, look, I'll admit, I hate conflict - I'll avoid it by any costs. But, I will address the issue in the room. Politely, probably too nicely - but, it's addressed clearly and properly. The men I dated (51 (18 at the time), 39 (18), 26(19), 49 (19), 54 (20), and 49 (23)) just kind of did the same thing - which was act like everything was fine and dandy, but then out of nowhere started to yell and accuse me of things I never did. And these issues, well... I guess if I did enough mental gymnastics, I can see where they're coming from. But, it all amounts to them saying the same shit: "You're too horny, you're too naive, and you're too stupid/unable to take anything seriously."..... Um, honey... I'm 19 or so lol Not saying that any behavior that is toxic is justifiable by age (GOD, NO, I AM NOT SAYING THAT, CUZ' PREACH), but I'm young with hormones (supposedly), I don't know how to properly handle every sense of taxing, car work or means of credit values (I'm in college and too busy with tests about philosophy and math to ever even learn how to change my own oil) and I'm happy to be around someone I like, so, of course I'm gonna be happy - which could come off as not being "serious." Though, I'll let that one slid under the radar. But, every one of those complaints usually are solved by, ohhh, I don't know - dating someone who has some experience or two? it just baffles me. I'm willing to understands emotions, have very well constructed conversations, and clearly I wanna fuck like crazy, but..... It just seems that older men don't really want younger guys... Well, unless their rich, knows how to fix their own car, never make jokes, keep quiet, and be able to mentally read their mind. Also, being a 5 star therapist with an Oprah Sticker of Approval - That's a keeper, hun. So, yes, I know NOT ALL OLDER MEN ARE LIKE THIS.... But.... Gorge', I'm gonna level with you. I'm thinking of just throwing in the towel and being completely straight, or just ace. Ace is more financially stable. Who needs to be a Sugar Son for a House Daddy, when you can just be a rich twink with a 5 star fleshlight? It's Aba-dick-ian Fitch (mwah). But, it's just kinda getting me back into my reclusive tendencies. Tendencies where I just kind of think no one really wants dick, that it's all a lie, and that there's no point in going after guys in the first place. Every compliment is a lie, every wink is tease and every gesture is a joke.... And well, my hopes are just the punchline...... Oh fuck that hurt typing that shit out. Damn...... Might actually be an artist or something, fuck, fam'. LITerature (BAM). But, the thing is, I just kinda feel like older men are just kinda wanting younger guys as a means of a trophy, more so than genuinely want them. With me, I realise that there's possibly going to be a political, emotional, and mental disconnect. And, it's not because they're older than me, but because they're an individual. But, despite all that, I get familiar with older shows, music and such, and still make good jokes in person. I try to expand my horizons and means to understand them, and accept them for who they are... And well, they just seem not to want to do the same. Just be stuck on a loop. But what do you guys think? You think older men want younger guys? Do you think it's possible? No? Or think I should have a brick to the head because I'm culturally appropriating drag queen culture? Leave your thoughts down below as I finish drinking this drink that definitely not piss..... It is most certainly not piss.... I hope the fuck it's not piss..... Well, fuck.

I was supposed to be laying over in Vegas tomorrow night, but forgot that I'd requested a trip trade a couple of weeks ago. Late saturday night I got a text saying I was now going to be in Phoenix on Monday. As I was scrambling to get my uniforms washed and do food prep, I reached out to a few of my fuck buds in Phoenix. 2 had plans already, but "muscles" (my newest fuck bud), was free. And he was willing to come out to my hotel in Tempe to play (our only PHX layover hotel that's in the suburbs). This wasn't going to be a free for all cum fest, no open door with a gang of tops coming in to use me. It was just the two of us flip fucking for a couple of hours. Of course this included mutual rimming, oral, and a LOT of making out. He's a very good kisser, loves to eat ass, and his body is amazing...the kind you want to hold onto and rub up against for extended periods of time...which I did! I was the first to cum....I had him on his side, and I was sort of behind him, sort of on top of him kissing his ear when I blew my load. I usually stay hard after I cum, so I continued to pump his ass while he milked my dick. After I slid out, I got on my back and he dove into my ass. He must have been pretty worked up because he blew his load in about 2 minutes. Then we spooned and made out some more. At about 10:45pm, we went out for a quick bite to eat...almost a regulation date except that we fucked first LOL. We both agreed it was hot to be out and about with cum in our holes. I got my schedule for March, and as of now I have 5 PHX layovers. I also have one SLC, and have a big dicked top bud there...He's already got me on his calendar, can't wait to see him. I'm sure I'll see "muscles" again next month, but also hoping I can meet up with my 9" top bud too. And maybe get in a visit or two to Flex.

I also have an Appreciation for this piercing. https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2020_02/4CB06D4C-1307-4A35-93F2-264DC3884BB6.jpeg.a52c4c0375f29c2816a7c032edd3f006.jpeg

I wear a 000 gauge regular PA that stretches a hole good. Can’t imagine what that would do!!😈

You sound like a kind and considerate man. I agree with most of what you're saying except for last statement. Would it be better to meet an older man in a non sexual setting then?

Yes, older guys like younger, but the two age groups can view things differently and both parties should try to understand where the other is coming from. Being older, I've learned that my FB's are valuable, they won't be around forever, and it's OK to like them without wanting to be BF's. That said, most of my FB's are younger, they often want an impersonal, sexually-focused association, and are turned-off by friendly, G-rated interactions of any kind. They also expect me to keep-up, so it's important for older men not to inflate their prowess and make promises they can't keep, and for younger guys not to assume an older guy's friendliness is necessarily an attempt to get closer, we just know your value, sometime's we get excited about it and it shows. In my view, these are minor considerations when compared to sexual compatibility, which is what really matters.

Hi there, I'm 19 from Australia. From a young age I was trained and used by father and brother. By 14 I was taking loads from randoms in parks and public toilets. I started to top aswell at around 16. Love public and outdoor sex and drinking piss. Not on Prep, but suprisingly (and dissapointing not poz yet) Hit me up to chat.

In order to help us advise you further, it may be helpful for us to know exactly what YOU want out of a relationship with an older man. One thing is for sure, older men come with ‘baggage’, emotional and otherwise, and usually lots of it. Unless you live under a rock, you just don’t get through life without accumulating baggage along the way- the older you get, the more you acquire. It always makes me laugh when I see profiles from younger guys that specify “no dramas” or “no baggage” as if the ultimate goal in life is to sail through it looking cool in a pair of this season’s must-have shades, without anything ever happening to you, good or bad. Btw, I’m not saying that you are like this at all @Sunovabesh- your post is thoughtful and obviously borne out deep frustration. Also, don’t forget that a lot of older men grew up in a time when being gay was quite a lot harder than it is now, and this leaves scars. I’m not saying that it’s all smiles and roses for young people coming out today either- but it is something to bear in mind when confronted with the neuroses of my generation. Relationships are hard! Don’t give up and throw in the towel just yet. Enjoy your youth while you’ve got it- it doesn’t last long, and you’ll be joining us old boys on the bench opposite sooner than you think!

I admire your restraint -- aggravated assault or attempted murder would have been my first reaction, mitigated only by the fact that he paid for your travel. This is a specific example of the principle "watch what you ask for because you may get it." A more light-hearted phrasing is "the dog that chased the car and caught it." Down on the ground, though, it's a display of fear and self-doubt: your arrival means that if Mr. G [for "older guy"] puts much thought and effort into achieving a goal, by Gad, he can do it. So what does that mean for the last 45 or 50 years of his life? --Another example of this comes to mind -- Craigslist was famous for having M4M ads in which the writer would fervently express his desire to have a man with 8 inches or more come by and plow him like he was a prairie in the spring. No prize for guessing a frequent outcome: it's too big, I'm not ready, this is a bad time, blah, blah, blah. I don't know the fancy psych term for all of this, but the word "avoidance" is coming to mind. Actually, as I sit here typing, it sounds like a pretty good description. -- I suppose my point is that your experiences, aggravating as they are, are within well-worn patterns of human behavior. I readily admit that being in the midst of the encounter is uncomfortable at best and quickly approaches the level of "damn annoying." At a bit more abstract level, the issue of loneliness among the elderly is a concern especially in the health care context -- folks who have frequent bouts of loneliness or social isolation have a higher risk of malnutrition, injuries caused by falls, heart problems, etc. But you're not required to make the world a better place just because some guy sees you as the panacea to all of his emotional and psychological woes. The catchline "make the world a better place if you can" doesn't require herculean efforts on the part of the listener, just that the listener do what he can to improve his little corner of the world. I can't adopt every dog that's in an animal shelter in the US, but I can (and did) adopt two rescue dogs -- their world is pretty good and so is mine, but I digress. Going on a date, however you want to define that term, doesn't require you to have a master's degree in social work so you can be your companion's therapist for the evening. At the risk of making too broad a generalization, that's how men of that generation (hell, it's my generation also since I'm in my 60s) learned how to approach conflict. The emotional sensitivity that -- watch out for another broad generalization -- guys of your generation possess (or at least have been exposed to) was something that developed in the mid- to late-80s. By then, all of us poor saps had been molded and formed, and it could take some real god-damned effort to change. Again, at the risk of boring the reader, it took me 4 years of therapy to get myself on a better emotional path, and the emotional and psychological reactions of 50+ years ago still occasionally flare up. I'm not excusing their behavior towards you, just trying to explain it. I don't have any other ideas, clever or otherwise, at the moment about this. I'll mention though [that damn risk of boredom again] that my boyfriend of almost 2 years is more than 20 years younger than I am. There are guys of my age who really do give a damn about younger guys and who appreciate the energy and perspective they bring. (Note that trophy spouses are a societal-wide phenomenon, and if you read enough history, you'd think that's what the societal elite is about -- who's on whose arm and getting laid that night. A note of appreciation though (this and $3 gets you coffee somewhere in America).... thanks for raising the subject and for challenging us to look at ourselves and around us. You can modestly disavow any intent to have such an effect, but thanks for the time and effort.

I normally don't bother with Sauna's on the weekends, but decided to see what Wet was like on a Saturday afternoon - was reasonably busy but there wasn't a lot that I found interesting: the one guy that I connected with was looking for a bottom so that was definitely a fail 😞 So I took a pass out and came back later in the evening - definitely more interesting then. I was in the darkroom and heard what I thought was an Asian guy being fucked - I've found that several of the Asian bottoms that I have fucked over the years have a distinctive whimper and this guy was true to the type. Once my eyes adjusted, I could see that the noise was coming from a three way, and I couldn't work out which one of the two being fucked was making the noise (the one in the middle who was fucking/being fucked) or the one who was the bottom. When the top guy eventually pulled off, it was the bottom that was making the noise - I decided to continue watching the shadows fuck and eventually the meat-in-the-sandwich pulled off and left. The bottom started looking around for more tops and he felt my rock hard cock ... and at that distance I could tell that he was indeed an Asian guy, so jackpot! I stuck my hand down to feel his ass: was loose from all the fucking he'd had but was also quite dry - perfect as it gives plenty of friction. He knelt in front of me and presented his ass - no wanting to suck, the slut just wanted to banged and banged. So I slide inside him and started to pound away at his loose hole. The whimpering started up again with a bit of quiet verbal - "fuck me", "fuck me harder", "fuck me faster" ... of course I was obliging 🙂 I lent against his back and whispered in his ear that I was going to cum inside him ... "breed me" was the answer, so I fill him with my 5-day load. I pulled out and he turned over , laid on his back and raised his hole for me to continue to fuck. I slide back inside his noise moist hole and continued to fuck a second load inside him ... he continued with the verbal, was a super hot time and I blew a second load. Was a really hot time, and what made it even hotter was when I waited outside the dark room to see him leave - he was one of these innocent looking dorky Asian kids: the type you think hang out in the Uni computer lab ... when what he actually was was a total bareback bottom slut that loved getting pounded anonymously in bath house. I got hard again and went to find another hole ...

Have plenty myself, back, sleeves, arms, chest. Some guys like them, others don't. The real turn-on for me is any tattoo that cannot be hidden like neck and hands. Guys who have those are usually really up for it. The first guy I ever loaded, a thin, wasted guy, just my sort, had tattooed hands. He had to tell me about them and I, just having been loaded myself, had to load him. Why? We both knew we were on the same journey; seed had to be exchanged. TheBaldMan

I addressed this subject back in 2017. This is very simple and fucking fun! I have done this several times. You just need a catheter for each man, and a "barrel" connector. Best to use a Foley catheter because once inserted, the balloon is inflated and it locks the catheter in place.

Looking back, I wish I had never heard about Craigslist. Or thAt Craigslist had policed their personal ads better. Or done away with them much, much earlier than they did. But They didn’t, and now I have to live with the consequences, however long that may be. There was a time when I didn’t really know about Craigslist personals. I used manhunt and adam4adam like a regular, horny gay guy. I also used scruff and Grindr, but those only ever seemed to work if I was out of town. But manhunt and A4A were iffy at best at producing a decent lay, and getting worse. That’s when I heard people talking about Craigslist. It started off as people laughing and talking about “sleazy Craigslist hookups”— like it was a joke. Only the dirtiest of people would post ads and connect that way. People talked about posts they had seen (or heard about) where guys were looking for really off the beaten path kink stuff. Like scat, or diaper play, or rape scenes. It was like the “dirty bookstore” of gay hookups, guys may do it, but didn’t want to be caught using it. Anyway, the seed had been planted (pun intended) and I found myself thinking about it more and more often. Especially as my one regular now had a boyfriend and was not available. And as I said before, manhunt and A4A seemed to be full of flakes. So one weekend night I found myself opening up the personal section and scrolling through to see what kind of trouble was out there. What I discovered was that most of the ads were pretty benign. Just guys looking for a quick hookup. Usually something anonymous with no strings. Which all sounded just fine to me. Now I did find a couple ads looking for stuff I considered beyond the pale, which I quickly skipped over. And then I discovered one ad that caught my eye. I really should have skipped it too, but I was intrigued. This is how the ad read: “PREGNANCY BY THE SPERMINATOR: Is your biological clock ticking? Are you looking to get knocked up? If so, my dick will get the job done. 100% pregnancy track record, usually on the first try. My baby batter is planted so deep, my DNA is guaranteed to take. Serious inquiries only. And no, I ain’t sending a pic of my cuntwrecker- just know it is Guinness Record big and will be the biggest you’ll ever take. Hit me up with a pic and digits in the first email.” There was only one pic with the ad. It was a gritty picture of an egg with sperm surrounding it, like you would see in a textbook or in a biology film. Only superimposed over the egg was the biohazard symbol. Now I wasn’t dumb, I’d been around enough to know the biohazard thing meant HIV positive. And the ad was in the gay men section of the ads so there wasn’t much mistaking what the ad was for. The guy was advertising converting guys into being HIV positive. On purpose. The ad disgusted me. Who would deliberately infect someone? But even worse, his ad was asking for guys who were actively seeking HIV infection? Who does that? Surely there weren’t guys out there that did this, were there? I skipped the ad that night and ended up emailing a top guy who was looking for a dark room pump n dump. He responded, saying he wanted to just walk in and find me on all fours ready to take cock. No talking. 30 minutes later, I was taking a 7” or raw dick, with only the flicker of porn to illuminate the room. I never saw the guys face. Only his nutload the next morning. After my first success, I went back to the Craigslist well again the next day. As I was perusing the ads, I found myself looking for the Sperminator ad. I couldn’t find it- it had probably been reported and removed. I’m not sure why I was fixated on this ad- the concept was revolting. But it also made my dick twinge a little, and I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps I was just intrigued by the description of the guy’s cock. Who knows? Even if the Sperminator ad wasn’t there, there were plenty of others. And that next day I found a couple other ads that sounded good and hit them up. That night I managed to get two more loads, one from a married DL guy and one from a hung, uncut hispanic just getting off work. Craigslist was really working for me! Over the next few months, I would find myself going to Craigslist when I was horny, and I’d usually find some cock. I was noticing a lot of similar and/or repeat ads with the same cock pics. A couple even from guys who had fucked me- and I’d often get repeat cumloads that way. It was in this way I stumbled on the Sperminator ad again. Same heading. Same text. Same pic. And again I was upset by it— and oddly turned on. But sure as hell I wasn’t gonna hit up the ad as I wasn’t one of those, twisted, fucked up “bug chasers”. Fuck that. Although as I scrolled through the ads looking for my next fuck, I started taking stock of whAt I was doing. I was having anonymous, Craigslist hookups and letting these random men fuck me unprotected and cum inside me. And to be honest, what did I know about these guys, really? I was negative but I never really asked about the status of the guys fucking me. Some of them could be positive and just not telling me. But guys wouldn’t do that, would they? Thoughts like this would inevitably quench my sex drive for awhile, until my ass would get the itch again and I’d jump back on good ol Craigslist and hunt down a load or three. About this time I started dabbling with posting my own ads. I had a killer ass pic that seemed to attract the tops. This ad helped me pull in a LOT of cock. But, as all good things do, Craigslist started becoming more hit and miss for me- more often than not a miss. And I started going longer and longer between fucks, and it was driving me crazy. And as we all know, horny and desperate leads to bad decision making. After one particularly crazy month of no sex due to family drama, work, and other extracurricular activities, I finally had a free weekend and I was climbing the walls. I needed sex in the worst way and goddamn it, I was gonna find some. So I jumped on Craigslist and started scrolling... and that’s when I saw it. The Sperminator as was back up. And I opened it found myself reading and rereading it. Why was I even entertaining the thought of this? And why was my dick straining against my sweats at the thought of a cuntwrecker of world record size? I closed the ad and kept scrolling. I found about 8 other ads that intrigued me enough that I sent them messages. After an hour And a half I had zero responses. And it was getting late. Fuck. I needed Dick in me or I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I was literally going out of my mind. Which is my only explanation for why I scrolled back to the Sperminator ad... and answered it. I sent him two pics— a face pic and my ass pic that seemed to get me laid. And I sent my phone number as requested. After I hit send my stomach was in knots. What did I just do? I rationalized it to myself by telling myself that he probably wouldn’t even message me. And even if he did I was under no obligation to respond. I could even block his number if I wanted. All of which would be moot because I was sure he wouldn’t... My phone chimed at me. I had a text. I opened the text window. Random local number text. All it said was “sup”. Fuck, what do I do now? I could ignore. But my stomach had that anxious feeling and my cock was throbbing in anticipation. What to do what to do?? I took a breath and texted back. Me: my ass. For cock Him: I see that. Nice ass. seen ur ads before. Thought about hittin it 4 awhile Me: glad you like. I’m kinda nervous tho. You sound huge Him: it is huge. U gon walk funny 4 days Me: lol that’s what scares me Him: u hit me up, u must want a baby Me: that also scared me Him: u wastin my time? U saw my ad. I knock bitches like u up for fun. U never forget this Dick. Him: U want or no? I waited and debated. And in the end, I texted back. Me: yes. Him: addy? I typed in my address, parking and entry instructions. And I hit send. Him: coo. See you in 20. Have that ass deep cleaned My god. What the fuck did I just do? What was I thinking? And hell, I better fucking check my prep work to make sure I am fully cleaned out. The next 20 minutes went by in a blur. My ass was fully prepped. I prelubed the hell out of my hole and I cracked open some fresh poppers. Just as I was dimming lights and getting the porn on, my phone buzzed. He was at my building entrance— and I was freaking out. I buzzed him in anyway. There were 30 tense seconds, and then there was a knock at my door. And there I was, at the rubicon. Was I going to do this— like for real do this? I opened the door and invited him in. The Sperminator was tall. Really tall. Like pro basketball tall. Probably 6’8”? And he was black. And he was handsome. Scruffy beard. Short dreads with blonde tips. A visible neck tattoo peaking out the top of his shirt. Biggest feet I’ve ever seen on a human— the Nike’s were enormous. I locked the door and led him to the living room. He took off his jacket and sat down. I asked if he needed anything to drink. He asked if I had beer— I did. I got two and joined him in the couch. “You’re really nervous,” he said. “Well yeah. I’m honestly not sure why I answered the ad, and I’m second guessing everything.” “Something about it must have got your juices flowing. You must secretly want that ass knocked up,” he smirked. “I don’t think I do— at least I never thought about it that way. I mean, I get off on taking raw cock and cum, but never thought about it much beyond that,” I confided. “Then why am I here dude? You know what I do and you answered my ad.” He stood up to leave. “Cuz I’m a whore for big cock and I think I’ll go crazy if I don’t get fucked and bred tonight!” I stated. “Well, I got big cock,” he said, and he swished his hips back and forth. He was wearing grey sweats and what swung back and forth below the fabric looked positively monstrous. “He sniffin our that pussy and he getting excited,” he said. And his rising cock started pressing into the leg fabric. I set my beer down and got on my knees in front of him. “Can I see it?” I asked. He nodded and I reached up and slowly pulled down his sweatpants. I had to pull his sweats almost down to his knees before his cock sprang free. Yes, you read that right. His cock nearly stretched to his knee! When it popped free, I just sat back on my heels and marveled. It was simply fucking huge. “Told ya,” he said. “You like? That pussy quiverin?” “Hoh. Lee. Fuck.” I finally breathed. “It is easily the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Porn or real life”. For my own edification, I cupped his balls and laid his cock along my arm. It went past my goddamn elbow. And it was torpedo shaped. The middle of it was fat— fat like my forearm fat. I mean, the whole thing was fat, but the middle was ridiculous. And I don’t think he was even fully hard yet. “Now that he up, he ain’t satisfied til he breed a pussy,” he told me. “So I hope you’re ready.” I sucked the the tip and as much of him into my mouth. Bottomed out in my mouth, i wasn’t even 1/3 of the way down his dick. Just feeling his head flex in my mouth and feeling that massive, heavy member was making my own dick leak. I tried sucking him a bit longer before I gave up and pulled off him. “Since I can’t even begin to suck this thing, let’s hope my ass is ready for this cuntwrecker. My ass was definitely not ready. We went to my bedroom and got naked. He laid down on my bed. “Here, imma do you a favor and let you sit on it. Normally I just take the pussy, but tonight I’m feeling generous.” So I lubed him liberally, straddled him, positioned his head at my hole, and hit the poppers hard. I still could have stopped. Said no. Made him leave. But that massive cock was beckoning me. I needed to try it, if anything just to say I did it. I wanted the story. And I wanted to know what that much cock felt like inside my body. So without another thought (and with a good popper rush going) I started to sink down onto his dick. I did not make it far. I got hung up at that thick middle portion. My ass was feeling full and I wasn’t even halfway onto him. I slow bounced up and down to try to get that thick portion in, but no dice. I pulled off and relubed us both, took more poppers, and tried again. And again I got stuck halfway at the thick part. He must have been at least 7” in diameter there. Or more. My fingers never came close to touching around it. “I don’t know if I can get you in,” I panted. “Sure you can, that pussy good and deep,” he said. I felt his hands move to my hips and then he sharply thrust up into me while pulling down on my hips. I howled in pain. I’m sure my neighbors thought I was being murdered, and I guess technically speaking, I was. He just tore my sphincter in one thrust and I nearly blacked out. My vision fuzzed our to blackness and I saw stars. And the pain made me feel nauseous. “There you go, baby,” he said. “Told you I’d fit— and make you walk funny for days.” And the irony was he wasn’t even fully in yet. His thick part was, but there was probably still 3 or 4 more inches of him to go. Thankfully he stayed still while my ass did it’s best to adjust to his massive size. I gulped great quantities of air in order to relax. And I hit the poppers again. Slowly I up and downed onto his cock and I could feel his head at my second ring. And then popped through and was beyond my second ring— and still going. And that’s when my eyes rolled back in my head. I’d never felt anything like it before. The biggest cock I’d previous had was probably a true 8.5”. It was enough to smash into my second ring and hurt. And eventually with some maneuvering his head went in. But it was uncomfortable. This cock was closer to 13”. And was sublime. The pleasure created by his cock rearranging my intestines and slipping well into my second ring was mind blowing. It was making me forget the pain at my hole. I hit the poppers and started to ride him in earnest as I could NOT get enough of that feeling. I rode him and worked myself into a lather. I was sweating bullets from the effort of taking something so massive into my body. And my dick was rock hard and leaking Precum onto his belly. I was in heaven. Or so I thought. “Ok, that’s enough of a free ride. Time for me to deep dick this pussy right,” he informed me. He lifted up on my hips and I slowly extricated his cock from my ass. It felt like it took a minute to fully pull out of me. The tug outward on my ass as the thick part pulled out was intense as hell. And thankfully I had indeed prepped adequately. He commented on this and was impressed. He got me on all fours at the edge of the bed (thankfully my bed was tall) and he stood up behind me. I asked him to put a bit more lube on (he did) and I took a good snootful of poppers. He positioned himself at my hole and said, “Get ready- cuz we ain’t stoppin til I put a baby in you.” And then he shoved in. The pleasure pain of it was exquisite. The thick part still hurt like fuck going in, but not like before. And he buried himself in me in one stroke and ache as he went into my second ring took my breath away. I screwed the poppers to my nose and prepared for his onslaught. It was borderline brutal. Once he was in, he set up to pistoning my guts with shorter deep thrusts. Making my second ring jack his head and shaft. And then every so often he’d do a long, slow, pullout— pause— then shove back in hard until his pelvis slapped my ass. I moaned and grunted with every hard thrust. The short strokes made me keen in delight. At some point my body gave in to his cock and he sensed it. It was like my ass stopped fighting and finally relaxed. When that happened, it was like I was transported to a different dimension. The pleasure. The deep deep pleasure was transcendent. It was like my whole body was on the edge of a sneeze and vibrating. When we reached this point, he started pulling his cock all the way out of me and then slamming it back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. I think I was either moaning or saying “oh fuck” with every thrust. I honestly don’t recall exactly. My vision was red from the poppers and I was almost having an out of body experience. “You ready to get pregnant, bitch?” He asked? “Fuck yes!! Knock me up deep!” I cried. He buried himself deep and did a series of quick, short thrusts. And then he grabbed my hips hard (enough to leave finger shaped bruises) and did one final wickedly hard thrust that he kept buried as deep as he could. I felt his massive member throb deep inside me. Deeper inside me than any man had ever been. It throbbed again. And again. And again. Six seven eight times. Or more. We stayed welded together until he stopped spurting and his dick started softening. Part of me was glad the fuck was over. My ass needed a break from the pain aspect. But the full feeling in my ass was so nice I didn’t want him to pull out. But eventually he did, but not before telling me to tighten my hole and squeegee every drop of seed out of his cock. I collapsed onto the bed and into a huge wet spot. Apparently he’d fucked the cum out of me, but I was so out of it, I didn’t realize when I had cum. As he cleaned himself up in my bathroom he complimented me on my ass and my ability to take his cock. “Most guys cry,” he said matter of factly. As I walked him to the door he said, “Now you read my ad, right? 100% pregnancy guarantee. If you don’t get it this time, I’ll come back til you do. I got a rep to protect. You just let me know.” He had to come back two more times before my pregnancy test came back positive.

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

A lot of times if I go to a sauna, at one point I’ll go into the glory hole section with my ass lubed and press it up against the hole and wait. There are almost never any takers, although once or twice someone might fuck me for a couple of minutes and then leave, or the guy will try to push my ass away to reach through the hole to grab my cock, which means I will just leave. My experiences with glory holes may simply be bad luck, or maybe I don't quite know how they work, but in any event I’ve never had my ass properly bred through a glory hole, although I've long wanted to. One of the very very few times I’ve topped was through a glory hole and I unloaded in the guy's ass, but I’ve never had it the other way, the way I really want. Until Saturday. The towel was on over the door, and the cubicle next to his was empty, so I walked in, making sure I was careful to leave the door open - it’s fun to let people watch. My ass was nicely lubed with a previous cumshot and I press it up against the hole, and waited. I felt fingers inside me, then his cock, long and slow as he entered me. It’s an interesting experience for me: all I know of him is the feel of his cock starting to fuck inside me, and the sounds he’s making from the other side of the wall. No hands on my body, no words, no gazing into his face. A purely deconstructed fuck. And it felt really good! He had the perfect size cock for my ass, thrusting hard enough to trip my body orgasms but without causing any pain. Niiiice! Some guy has stopped by the open door to watch, and I was making a lot of noise as the guy behind the wall starts to get deep into thrusting in a good rhythm. I pressed my ass hard against the wall and could sense he was doing the same, pressing his hips into the wall to achieve the maximum depth as each of us reached a crescendo. As I was aware the top was getting close, I stared into the eyes of the guy who was watching and shouted loudly “Oh yeah, cum in me!” I found myself repeating the words "Cum in me, cum in me" over and over as I really didn’t have much control. I could already feel the body shivers and orgasmic ripples that accompany a good fuck session and my legs are shaking a bit from pressing my ass against the wall - but no matter. It felt so fuckin' good. Then, simultaneously, I felt a warm rush inside my ass. Yessss! Just as from the other side of the wall I heard a breathless “Mmmmmm!” and “uhhhh!” It was so interesting just to feel the cumshot and hear the sound but nothing else. I pushed my ass hard against the wall, taking the guy as deeply as possible. He kept fucking for a bit longer and then pulled out. He was about to leave his cubicle when, in a split-second, I realised I didn't want to know anything about this man, so I quickly shut the door and looked away. Weirdly, it felt as if I was hiding. Clearly I wasn't ashamed as I was happy to let the other guy watch, but I wanted to preserve the absolute anonymity of the encounter. I heard his door open, and he was gone. I have no idea who he was, how old he was, if he was fit or not. Nothing. But I had was his cumshot in my ass, a flying jizzjoy which left me rock hard and smiling, and the memories of the sounds he made. Perfect.

As i get older, it seems my thirst for younger guys are now older too. My bestrelationships have been with younger guys I was 33, he was 22 I was 37,he was 18 I was 43, he was 21 I was 45, hewas 34 I was 55, he was 31 I like to think I bring a little wisdom and a bigger credit limit. He brings younger ideas that help keep me young. It's worked for me,

I understand your frustration. Unfortunately there are no right answers either and that’s not just me trying to cop out. I’m an older (42) bottom guy although I don’t consider myself old by any means. I keep fit and see my fair share of action. The trouble is, I suspect, that a lot of guys want hook-ups without relationship stress; while those looking for more enjoy the initial contact in the hopes of triggering something lasting. The problems seem to be when these two collide. But then we hit generalisation. Peoples goals and needs change. Mostly this comes with experience. Because of this I personally prefer guys around my age or a bit older still. Because mostly we have no illusions about what we want. I’m not interested in anything long term. Don’t need it. Happy to be some guy’s occasional relief. Where it gets tricky is, in most of my scene dealings younger guys tend to look down on older guys. Why are they still out partying? Who do they think they are kidding? And on the other hand older guys are cagey/resentful of the “young punk” attitude while still thinking they have what it takes. At the same time as this most of the older tops I meet want a twink for the night and most of the younger guys think I should be a top for them. Some want romance, some want a fuck. More often than not it takes longer than a brief exchange of chat to know where you stand. Like I said complicated. You sound like you know what you want and I’m sorry the answer is you just have to keep looking and maybe. Maybe you’ll find it. It sucks but if you’re prepared to take the advice of someone twenty years down the road. Nothing happens without perseverance. I hope you meet the guy you want; I really do. Just remember every “flake” you meet has probably had to deal with their share of poor experiences too. After a while everyone becomes a little jaded.

This definitely happens. Once in a while I do this (I admit it) when the bottom clearly really wants to be cum inside of and I know damn well that I probably can't (for whatever reason) or it would take me at least 45 minutes of huffing and puffing and wouldn't be any fun for either of us. Most times it's not that I wouldn't want to, just that the plumbing or the wiring aren't behaving. There are a variety of medications (for blood pressure, depression, and many other things) that can cause this problem. I'd rather at least fuck somebody (seeing how in-demand tops are and knowing how much I like getting fucked) than turn someone down just because I'm not sure I'll be able to cum in the end.

In anonymous encounters, I've learned not to even ask if a guy came. More often than not, the guy will have deposited a load, but will almost reflexively answer "no" when asked - unless it's obvious as the OP mentioned. I don't know if the top says no because the question itself turns the encounter into a not-so-anonymous one. Maybe the top doesn't want to have to deal with a paranoid bottom asking health-related questions. You might not be sure you got the load sometimes, but later you often find evidence of it. Don't obsess over it. Just enjoy the raw fuck. Let's not turn this into a "I'm only interestied in taking your dick IF I am guaranteed a load". 😂 Let's give the tops a break here. They already are under enough pressure to satisfy the never-ending supply of hungry bottoms. By the way, when I do top, I cum very quietly and walk off.

Once in a sex club there were 2 black guys cruising around together, about 22 and 40 years old. The younger guy came up to me alone, I started sucking, he bent me over and fucked deep and quietly then pulled out not saying anything. Older guy comes over, same scenario. Both had long not too thick dicks and were comfortable fucks, not rough but deep lots of cuddling holding me in place. Younger guy comes back 3 more times same way. I ask him if he'll cum in me and he says he did--4 times already and he has another one. I wasn't sure if he was being honest but hours later when I went home I suddenly felt like I had to go. For the next half hour I kept passing tons of cum. I still want off thinking of how I got seeded quietly.

With my bike broke I had to take the subway, I either hate it or love it. Today I love it as this hot looking guy was sending all the signals of let’s hook up. As he left he gave me his card

Ditto on both. To me, a defining characteristic of an adult (be they man or woman) is their desire, willingness and ability to provide for their self. If i want a pet, i'll get a dog...(and a dog would likely fuck me for free or dog food lol).

Food, what would he feel him? But hydrate he would. He found bottles of sport's drinks in the closet. He carefully opened each one and added g. He closed the bottles shook them up and put them in the fridg. Cold would kill any taste of the G. Jerry found the lasagna and feeling hungry ate it himself. He opened a can of noodle soup, and got it ready to heat in the micro. No solid food for Rod today and he won't have to clean out. Jerry went back to Rod's computer. He had done a good job of downloading disgusting gay porn. Really hard core stuff. The kid will have to be loopy when he sees it, Jerry thought. Wait, there was another email from the blocked address. Jerry read it twice. Nonsense. He went recon and created an account for Rod. He would make one for several bareback sites. No pix of his face, just his big cock and hot open ass. When Jerry finished, Rod was stirring. As he came to, Rod said is it still hard, Jerry. "Please Jerry, help it to go down. I know you must know some way." Jerry replied, "Well they always go done when they are hurt, don't they?" Rod agreed, except when they are in a zipper that is. It was good Rod could laugh. Jerry said, "Buddy, I'll do my best." He picked up a meter stick and snapped it on Rod's hard cock. Rod, winced. Nothing. Rod said, "Harder Jerry." It has to go down. I have to go to church tomorrow. That made a light go on for Jerry. He had another idea, but for now, more cock torture. After 20 sharp slaps with the stick, nothing. Jerry had an idea. He pulled some safety pins from his bag, sterile sealed in plastic. He made a ladder of pins up Rods cock, took a shoe lace and pulled it thru the pins and tried pulling the penis down in the front. It started to bend, but wouldn't go down. " Jerry, take them out," Rod pleaded. "It hurts so bad" Not yet, Rod. But, Jerry. With that Jerry hit the big cock again, pins and all. Rod almost passed out. It wasn't working. Jerry fished in the trash, found an empty toilet paper roll. He dug in Rod's drawer to find the thumbtacks He pushed the tacks thru the roll only barely. Then he worked the roll down Rod's huge cock. When the head was clear and the roll was at the root, Jerry squeezed the roll so the tacks dug into Rod's poor huge dick. Rod produced the two thorns. They were huge. He shoved one into each side of the glans, which now was much fatter than the toilet paper roll tube. Rod was sweating profusely again. It hurts so bad. One lude later, Rod was calm. Jerry was glad he had taken them from a patient. Rod would rest a while. Jerry rolled him over onto his stomach making sure his dick inside the toilet paper roll was dead center with his navel. He pulled out the butt plug and fucked Rod viciously three more times. With his head to one side, Rod was smiling. Stay tuned for more, much more

Part 16 - January 2019 New Year Darren eventually surfaced at 10am on January 1st, feeling more optimistic about his future he just needed to hold this job down. He had a text come in and opening it he smiled, Sam had wished him a happy new year and was looking forward to seeing him. Instantly his cock reacted thinking about him, he still couldn't believe how nice the guy was towards him even after finding out about his past. It had crossed his mind if Sam was attracted to him, he hoped so since he found him nice and very sexually alluring. His mother never asked how he contracted hiv, but then she never really showed much interest in him and wanted him out having done her bit raising him. In many ways he felt alone and that was what was driving him now to change his life and move away. His little group of friends were nearly all dating or shagging a bird when they weren't drinking or getting stoned. Seeing less and less of them really allowed him to take a look at himself, looking in the mirror he wanted to change in so many ways and decided he would start with a new haircut and tidy himself up. He quite fancied a spikey haircut instead of the mess he currently saw in the mirror and decided that tomorrow he would go in to town and see what the hairdresser could do. Byron insisted on taking Stefan's parents car to the station to meet Sam, Stefan's Porsche was not really designed for 3 people and even Byron felt uncomfortable sat in it. The train pulled in and Sam appeared at the exit where they hugged uncontrollably excited to see each other. The three of them spent most of the day walking along the Malvern Hills enjoying the winter sunshine and catching up. Byron and Stefan broke the news that they had brought a house in Oxford which was close enough to London for Byron and also where Stefan's family business was located, they would be moving there in late February. The move was planned to allow Byron time before he was starring in Top Hat in the west end from May. He had been finally cast in the leading role after his success with Louise and Patti and really getting noticed by many producers. Sam was also going to be in the cast for a few months as he wanted to improve his tap dance ability, they would both be starting rehearsals in February. "So you two are really doing this then?" Sam asked as they reached the top of a hill. Byron laughed "Yeah, I know it is strange but I can't see myself living without him" he replied looking at Stefan. "Sexless marriage" Sam giggled "Let me know how that works out" he said looking at Byron and Stefan. Stefan smiled "Not entirely sexless" he replied catching the surprised look on Sam's face. Sam stopped "Don't tell me you have flipped over" he asked Stefan chuckling. "Not entirely" Stefan replied putting his arm around Sam's shoulder "But I can see why you enjoy it the oral sex, he is good a blowing me". Sam shook his head in bewilderment "I give you a year before you totally switch sides" he laughed. The following day they headed in Malvern town and Stefan was taking Sam around whilst Byron sorted out some personal business for his parents, he agreed to meet the guys in an hour in the coffee shop, Sam laughed joking that his shopping usually took longer than hour. Byron walked out of the bank having completed everything in record time, he made his way over to the coffee shop. There were a few people in front of him so he texted Stefan to say he was done and getting a coffee. Stefan replied telling him he had no idea how long they would be as Sam was a crazy window shopper. Byron chuckled looking up from his phone and found himself face to face with Darren holding his coffee looking at him "Byron" he said. "Darren" Byron said taking a step back and trying not to show any emotion or fear of him. They nearly didn't recognise each other "You look different" Darren said. Byron fumbled putting his phone away "So do you" he replied quietly thinking how sexy Darren now looked. "What do you want Darren?" Byron asked his mouth going dry. Darren looked around quickly "What the fuck did you do to me?" he said looking him in the eyes angrily. Byron gulped unsure what he was going to do "I'm sorry but you were going to..." he started saying. His words cut off by the barista "Can I help you?" she called over to Byron. Darren looked back at her "I will sit over there you better join me" Darren said warning Byron and walking off. Byron ordered his coffee and nervously kept looking back over his shoulder where Darren sat. He was in in two minds to send a message to Stefan since he had no idea what Darren was about to do, it was the first time he had seen Darren since the incident on the Malvern hills. He stopped himself and looked back at Darren quickly, he was not even looking just staring out of the window watching the world go past. He knew he could get just walk right on out and not face Darren. No, he was done running from him and he couldn't face having to look over his shoulder with the guilt of what happened. Byron collected his coffee and approached the table taking the seat opposite Darren he sat down fixing his gaze on him. Darren turned to face Byron "You not scared of me or what I will do?" he asked. Byron just stared at him "No" he finally replied sipping his coffee still staring at him. Darren stared at Byron "I wanted to destroy you and make you suffer after what you did" he said. "What I did?" Byron asked in a surprised voice and shook his head "I protected myself from getting raped". Byron looked down "I was angry with you and... I just don't know where it came from Darren" he said. "So you gave me what you have?" Darren said becoming emotional. "Do you think the years of misery you put me through were great?" Byron asked putting his cup down. Darren looked out of the window "You think giving me this for life is fun?" he asked looking back at Byron in anger. "Someone told me you can only push people so far before they break" Darren said eyeing him carefully. Byron sat back in his chair "So what then?" he asked "You want to go outside and put an end to it?". Darren shook his head smirking "Oh this is never going to end Byron" he said "not after what you did". "I hoped you would have got the message last time you tried taking me down" Byron said standing up to leave. "Sit down" Darren said sharply then smirked "please". "Fuck, what is it with you Darren?" Byron asked confused by the way Darren was acting. Darren shook his head "Do you really hate me that much?" he asked watching Byron. Byron looked at his cup "I don't know" he said "I just don't understand you, or why we are here". "Did you know you had it when you raped me?" Darren asked gazing out the window. Byron was not about to start lying to him "Yes, but I..." He started before he was cut off. "So you knew what you were doing then" Darren stated "did you get off on it?" he asked Byron. Byron pushed his cup away "No, I sat on the doorstep after and cried" he said truthfully looking down. "I so wanted to get back at you" Darren stated smirking "but you would probably enjoy me raping you" he said. Byron was at a complete loss now "Are you after revenge?" he asked turning his cup around on the table. Darren looked at him for a moment then gazed out the window "I could go to the police" he replied. "I don't really care what you do Darren" Byron replied "nothing compares to what you have put me through". Darren smirked again "I could ruin your life going public with what you did" he said turning to face Byron. "Don't you mean continue to ruin it?" Byron asked questioning him. "Your dancing and singing" Darren said seeing Byron's surprised look "I see you in the papers". "You do?" Byron said "What out of morbid curiosity?" he asked in a surprised voice. Darren gazed out of the window again "How the famous can fall so easily" he finally said after a moments silence. Byron felt sick inside knowing Darren had him "Blackmail?" he asked too frightened to look at Darren. Darren shrugged and wiped his eyes "That is one way" he replied still staring out of the window. "I'm sorry Darren" Byron said lowering his voice "I was beyond angry with you that day". "I gathered by you overpowering me so easily" Darren replied "I thought I could still take you down". Darren faced Byron "Is it because of me, you know your body?" he asked thinking he sounded like a pervert. Byron shook his head "No, I needed to build strength for my work, but I got so in to it" he replied. Darren looked out of the window "At least your parents supported you that much I saw" he said sadly. "At least you had real parents" Byron said looking at him. Darren scoffed "You had it so easy growing up, my parents didn't give a shit" he replied upset. Byron looked at Darren "They are my foster parents Darren, they adopted me properly at 14" he said. Now Darren was stumped "Sorry" he said "I never knew that and thought you were from the posh end of Malvern". They sat in silence for a moment "Now you have made me feel really bad about what I did" Darren said apologising. Byron finished his coffee and Darren stood up "Coffee?" he asked picking Byron's cup up off the table. Byron nodded and thanked him watching as he walked over to the counter. He sounded and looked like Darren apart from this new funky haircut that really suited him. He was still conflicted and confused seeing a completely different person from the last time they had encountered each other. Gone was the aggressive and abusive nature, what struck him most was that for once he didn't smell of weed and actually seemed to have cleaned himself up in many ways. Irrelevant of how he looked now, Byron knew that it was still Daz, Dazza or Darren depending on who you spoke to. Darren returned placing a fresh coffee in front of Byron "Thanks" he said watching Darren sit down. "Honestly I thought you would have bolted when we met" Darren said pausing "I'm glad you didn't". Byron looked at him "How so?" he asked trying to find the words needed. Darren looked down at his coffee "You have me I can see that" he said. "I don't hate you Darren" Byron replied "I just don't know you and you never allowed anyone to get to know you". "Apart from you there is only one person I told who knows what happened" Darren said looking at Byron. Byron leaned forward "I thought you was going to get your gang and come after me" he said concerned. Darren shook his head "Use to hang out on the estate with them" he said "but they are all pot heads". Byron looked at him "And you?" he asked "are you still smoking weed or whatever it was?". Darren shook his head "Not any more" he replied shyly "I kept getting sick" he said facing to Byron. "Fuck" Byron said putting his head in his hands "I'm so sorry Darren, really I am" he apologised profusely. Darren shrugged his shoulders "It's done Byron nothing can ever take it away" he said wiping his eyes. Darren could see Byron was almost in tears "I pushed you on the wrong day" he said almost laughing. Byron now looked even more confused "So the other person do they know as much as me?" he asked. "Yes" Darren replied nodding "they don't know who it was though I keep your identity secret". "Darren" Byron sat up "Will we ever put this whole thing between us to rest?" he asked. Darren stared out the window "Maybe" he replied casually "eventually we could". "I wish we could have got to know each other properly" Byron said watching Darren. Darren gave Byron a wicked grin "I want to rape you" he said "to get even first of all". Byron sat there speechless trying to figure out if Darren was in fact gay "Retaliation?" he asked. Darren stared at him then nodded "Yes" he replied and laughed "You changed the balance of power that day". "Let me guess, you don't like it that way?" Byron suggested watching Darren nod and hearing is phone ping. Darren studied him reading his message then shaking his head "Something wrong?" he asked. "No Stefan and my friend are running behind, I am meeting them in here" Byron replied putting his phone down. "Your still friends with Stefan then?" Darren asked "Is he still protecting you?" he smiled. Byron looked up "We are getting married" he replied seeing the surprised look appear on Darren's face. "I didn't think he was gay, thought you were just friends" Darren said in a shocked tone. Byron laughed "He isn't gay" he paused "hard to explain really" he said. "That is bizarre, not gay but your getting married?" Darren asked unable to comprehend this. Byron nodded "I don't know how to explain it, we love each other in a different way" he said. Darren looked at the time "Sorry I should go before they arrive" he said standing up. "I am really sorry Darren" Byron said "I hope we can patch things up if you want that" he pleaded. Darren looked down at him "Sure" he said "I am going to fuck you though" he turned to leave. He felt horrid about what he had done, strangely though he did wonder if what he did had completely changed Darren. He wished they could take back all those years and been friends with him. Outside Stefan and Sam approached the coffee shop talking, Darren slipped through the door and walked in the opposite direction from them. They found Byron sat at the table looking deep in thought. Sam went to fetch the coffees whilst Stefan walked over and sat down with Byron. "Penny for them" Stefan said startling Byron. "What?" he replied returning back to the room "sorry just had the strangest half an hour with Daz". Stefan looked at him "Did he touch you?" he asked almost angrily. "No, he was quite the opposite" Byron replied "completely different Stefan". Sam sat down and handed Byron another coffee "God I am going to be pissing for England later" he laughed. Byron began to recount his conversation to them. Sam knew about this bully from brief chats whilst they were at Mountview. Byron told Sam the rest including the day on the Malvern hills where he finally snapped. Sam sat there looking shocked pondering if this was the same guy he met in London. "What did you say his name was?" Sam asked interrupting Bryon. Byron looked at him "Darren or Daz as his gang called him at school" he said. Sam shook his head "You only ever referred to him as Daz" he said "does he have tattoos?" he asked. Byron nodded "Yes, quite muscular and about my height" he replied "but I don't think he is gay". Sam looked at them both "I met a Darren in London you remember the guy I told you about in Costa?". Byron nodded "Fuck, do you think it is the same Darren?" he asked "where does he live?". "I don't know" Sam replied "can't possibly be the same one he has a job in London" he said. Byron nodded "Yeah this Darren doesn't have a job" he said. "Where is he from?" Stefan asked putting his cup down. Sam looked at both of them then giggled "Not again Sam" Stefan said "you really need to talk to guys your picking up". All of them reached the conclusion that this was not the same person as they appeared to be worlds apart from the one they knew individually. Sam got down to spending a few days out of the city and enjoying the almost country life of Malvern, hiking every day with Byron with Stefan in the crisp winter days was exhilarating and refreshing. Sam sat there the last night chatting with Stefan's mother trying to persuade her to talk to his class at the academy, eventually she agreed and also promised to given them some acting lessons. Sam was sleeping in his own bedroom that was previously Byron's when he stayed at Stefan's, lying in bed he caught up on his emails. Flicking over to the message app he sent one to Darren 'Hey, come down next weekend and stay, we can go house hunting', his other hand playing with this cock thinking about Darren as he sent the message. Darren responded saying he would come down Saturday morning but Sam suggested Friday early evening and he was surprised to see he agreed with a smiling face emoji. Darren smiled as he walked across the Flowers estate that late evening towards home. Hearing his name suddenly called out he looked across the playground and saw Leo walking towards him. The scrawny 28 year old estate dealer was the last person he wanted to see having avoided him for months now. Leo was marginally taller than Darren, skinny and gobby he was one of the most feared people on the estate and Darren never knew why that was. "Dazza where you been mate?" Leo asked approaching him "shit you gone all queer?" he said looking at Darren. Darren nodded "Leo" he continued to walk not wanting to engage Leo in conversation. "You haven't brought anything from me for a while" Leo said "where you getting your stuff from?". Darren stopped and looked at him "I'm clean Leo" he said. Leo laughed in his face "Come on, I got some good shit here, give you a discount" he said pulling a bag out. "No thanks" Darren replied about to walk off until Leo grabbed his arm. "Rumour has it you go the sexual health clinic" Leo said smirking at him "what did you get?" he asked. Darren shook his hand away and ignored the comment "Don't come near me again" he said calmy and walked off. Leo laughed "You will be back" he said shaking the bag loudly "ass fucker" he mumbled. Darren heard him and turned around "What did you say?" he said walking back towards Leo angrily. He only managed 5 meters before Leo turned and bolted off across the playground. Darren stood there watching Leo wondering if he knew of Darren's sexuality, he couldn't possibly he said to himself. One thing he did know was Leo would not drop the subject quickly and use it to taunt Darren at any opportunity.

The trouble with emails was you never knew what was what for sure. Rod read the short email. It made little sense to him. It was as tho it were sent to someone else. In his usual fashion he went thru the store, locking the back door, turning off lights, closing off the store room, turning out lights, turning on the security light, locked the front door and walked toward home. He was sorry he drank that Coke, he had to piss in the worst way. He would fight it as it would throw off his routine. When he got home there was a note from mom saying she and dad had gone to a late movie. Super was ready to heat up in the microwave. Rod sat at the kitchen table fighting the need to piss. It was strong, so he did what he did when he knew he had to wait. He pulled a clothes peg out of the drawer. He opened his belt, opened his pants and out flopped Rod's rod. He knew it was a big one. He clamped the clothes peg on it. He knew from experience the pain would relieve the urge to piss. He closed up his pants, the sharp pain in the cockhead alleviated the desire to piss, but always made him hard. He really missed the pleated pants because the flat front really compressed his big rod of a dick. He ate the dinner. He didn't want to use the last of the milk, so he drank what was left of a sport's drink. Out loud, he said, "God, I have to piss like a race horse." Then he headed upstairs for his nightly routine. Everything proceeded in order. But, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop once the piss started, so he pissed into a measuring cup in the shower, pulling it away at 4 ounces. He pissed a long time, blessed relief. He prayed the usual but added one about the scholarship. When his head hit the pillow and his hand grasped his cock, he drifted off, dreaming of the university, the math bowl, the scholarship, football, and the strange email. When he woke, his routine would be the same, except his cock head was badly bruised. He wore the clothes peg too long. Well, Friday is Friday and things have to be done, bruised cock or not. But seeing the bruised cock somehow excited him. He found himself getting rock hard. More trouble for the morning. He dressed, stuffed that thing into his flat front pants, and felt the back of the zipper. It hurt and Rod adjusted it. Then he readjusted it right back against the zipper. Bulge was more than obvious. Heck, he readjusted it and went downstairs. Mom kissed his hair, he kissed her cheek. Dad said he and mom wanted to go to the lake Saturday for the day. Would that be all right? Would he be fine? Since he had to work, he didn't see a problem with the trip. They would leave early and be home by midnight. Don't wait up! As Rod drove to school, he kept readjusting his cock, onto the zipper. The barbed teeth gave him a strange feeling. He liked it. He parked in his usual spot, adjusted his cock, saw Susie Sanders waved, She waited for him to get out of the car. He had to readjust first. They walked in together. Once inside, Principal Adams said there was a message for him in the office. Rod had time, so he went to get it. It was a simple phone message from Mr Higgins. Could he get to the Hardware store a little early to unload some things into the back room. Rod knew Mr Higgins expected it and planned to do it. Cut short his gym time, but he owed Mr Higgins. At the end of Math class, Rod stopped in the john, he entered a stall and adjusted himself against those barbed zipper teeth. It scared him that he liked to so much. He rubbed it. Yes. He did like it. Well no time now, he readjusted and headed to class. His buds thought he had the runs, he was in the john between every class, and spent 15 min of lunch in there. While he drove home he shifted his dick back and forth across that zipper. He pulled into the garage, closed the door, jogged the 100 feet to the back door and let himself in. He hurried upstairs to get his gym bag, but went into the bathroom to look at his dick in the mirror. It was swollen and ugly colored. He almost broke down and put on underwear. But didn't. He walked to the gym, did most of his routine, showered, got dressed and headed to the hardware store. Mr. Higgins thanked him heartily for coming in. He said he and his wife had to go to her sisters. She was sick and had 3 little kids. He would not be home until Monday. Rod would be in charge in the hardware store. Rod told him not to worry. "Go ahead now, Mr Higgins. I will take care of things here. Do I need to make a deposit?" Mr Higgins said not today, but Saturday afternoon after 5. Put the usual in the night deposit at the bank down the street. Rod said understood. Mr Higgins hurried out. Rod stepped behind the rack of plumbing supplies and began rubbing his big cock against his zipper. Funny he had never tried this before. It was quiet in the store and he went to the john. He opened his pants and took a good look, big hard cock. Then he heard the bell. That was the portent of tragedy. In his hurry, he zipped skin "

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

I have a fuckbuddy I meet up with at least once a week for a quick load drop in my hole. He's 9.5" long, and probably 5 inches around. He's a black twink with a giant cock. So, as is our usual, we met up at one of the local motels where you pay by the hour. In the span of an hour, he fucked me twice, and battered my hole hard. Spit for lube and then cum for lube. I still ache.

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.

PrEP is not a "chemical condom" because it only protects from one thing, spread of HIV. There are still a dozen other sexually transmitted infections and pregnancy. Not to be a dick, but your argument is stupid. Raw does not equal bugchasing. You cannot shame someone on PrEP by saying they aren't really fucking raw because they aren't bugchasing correctly. Guys on PrEP can be bugchasers. They can still get aroused by poz guys, prefer poz loads, exclusively take HVL poz cock raw. Being on PrEP doesn't make them any less of a bugchaser. Raw means skin-to-skin fucking, usually for the purpose of cumming inside someone. That is all it means. Don't convolute the term with your judgements of people you believe to be performing the act wrong.

One summer day, my husband and I spent a couple of hours clearing brush and vines in our yard. A couple of days later, I noticed a rash of small red bumps on my arms. They didn't itch, but they kept spreading. When they didn't go away and actually spread all over my arms and hands, I went to the doctor. He turned my hands over. I soon as he saw the rash extended to the palms of my hands, he knew it was syphilis. He had to run the test to confirm, but he was sure he was right. A few days later he got the test back, and I got a huge shot of penicillin in my ass. Apparently I had missed the initial infection most likely because it was inside my ass. I had progressed to second-stage without ever knowing I was infected. That night, I was suddenly wracked with unbearable pain all over my body. No one warned me about the possibility of a Jarisch-Herxheimer reaction, and it was most unpleasant for a few hours. Luckily, we had pain medication in the house because I get migraines. Essentially if you have a really well-established bacterial infection and get it treated, the bacteria all start to die and once and flood your body with toxins. Apparently, it can be dangerous, but for me it was just unpleasant. Within a week, my skin cleared up completely.

This would be a hot sensation to feel your bladder expand with another piss pigs urine...

Getting gang-banged is my biggest fantasy and it’s easy to explain why. I just got fucked and bred by a guy on Grindr like half an hour ago and it was great. Nice cock. Good fuck. Big load. But now I’m super aroused and buzzing with his load in my ass and looking to find another top to keep that feeling going. Sometimes I do find a couple of hookups in a row and it’s amazing. But even then I’ll still want another. With a gang-bang I’d get to ride that wave for a while and I think it would be an incredible rush. I just need more cock.

I was walking past an apartment building in my neighborhood and saw a hot looking guy in shorts sitting on the front stairs. What stopped me dead in my tracks was when I noticed that the head of his cock was sticking slightly out of the right leg hole of his shorts. I stared for what I thought was a second but was probably longer when I then looked up at his face. He smirked at me and looked down at his exposed dick and up into my eyes. I looked down again and saw that more of his dick was sticking out as a result of his cock obviously having started to harden. I looked up into his face and his smirk got bigger. He stood and nodded his head toward the front doors of the building. I walked mesmerized toward the stairs and followed him in the building and then onto an open elevator. I assumed there wasn't any security-camera coverage in the elevator, or else he was showing off for the camera and whoever was monitoring it, when he pulled the fabric of his right short leg up, revealing his now entirely hard and what looked to be more than nine inches of cock meat to me. I was wide eyed and gob-smacked, unable to move. I had only recently stopped lying to myself that I was straight and that I had been engaging in man-on-man sex out of curiosity, but I had not yet embraced my true nature as a cock-loving slut. He looked at me with a questioning look, then he wiped a huge drop of precum off the head of his dick onto his middle finger, and came towards me as he moved his finger to and through my lips, rubbing the awesome tasting liquid all over my tongue. I had been watching his approaching finger, but once I started coming down from the mind-blowing rush that I felt tasting his delicious precum, I looked at his face and saw that gorgeous smirk of his again, and his look of satisfaction at my reaction. The elevator gave out a last chime and the cab came to a stop as we reached the top floor. My silent stud quickly stepped back and pulled the leg of his shorts back down, covering his beautiful cock. The door opened, and he walked out without looking to see if I was following and proceeded down the hall as I trailed after him to his corner apartment. He unlocked and opened the door and walked inside, again without looking back. Suddenly taking stock of my actions so far, I looked around and then into the apartment. My sexy stranger was no longer in view. I considered beating a hasty retreat, but then I noticed the wonderful taste of his precum still lingering on my tongue, which drove any doubts from my lust-filled mind, as I walked through the door, turning to close it and lock the dead bolt that I saw in front of me at eye level. I turned my back to the door and saw a small galley kitchen and a slightly larger attached living room, all relatively neat and clean, but there was no sight of the object of my lust. It was late spring, and all the windows were open, allowing a slight breeze to pass through the room, and while the breeze felt pleasant, it was almost uncomfortably warm in the apartment. I heard what obviously was the sound of movement on mattress springs coming from a room in front of me and walked towards the enticing noise. There he was, lying on the bed. He was incredibly fast when it came to stripping off his clothes because he had already lost his shorts, t-shirt, and shoes that lay in a heap next to the bed. His carmel skin and black wavy hair were sexily contrasted by the white of his bed sheets, his athletic ankle socks, and his jockstrap that barely contained his enormous meat. His handsome face was still adorned with that sexy smirk of his as he looked me in the eyes, looked at my clothes, back to my eyes, and then at his pile of discarded clothes. He didn't have to say anything. I just started removing my shirt, shoes, pants, socks, and undershirt, starting a new pile next to his. It was amazing; the longer each of us were silent, the hotter was the sexual tension building between us. I started to join him on the bed, but he shook his head "no," then looked at my 2Xist boxer briefs tented out by my erect cock, and finally stared me in eye, still smirking away. I hesitated removing the last of my clothing, not out of shame (I am blessed with an 8 and 1/2 inch and nicely thick dick shaft with an even thicker, pronounced cock head), but I felt at a disadvantage, disrobing first. Yeah, I know, stupid, right? But my relative inexperience brought on my reluctance. Fortunately, my sexy stud was savvy enough to recognize this, hooked his thumbs into his jockstrap, and looked me in the eye, waiting. I followed suit, and started pulling my briefs down in time with him pulling down his jockstrap. I remember the sound of my hardon slapping up against my abdomen, which was followed a second later by the sound of his enormous dick doing the same. Holy shit, was he hot looking, and fuck, was he hung. He turned his head and looked at the empty space on the bed next to him. I didn't wait for a verbal invitation, but jumped into the bed and into his arms. Side by side, we humped our cocks together as he grabbed the back of my head, slammed my lips against his, and jammed me full of his sexy and talented tongue that began practically raping my mouth. I got lost in his amazing tongue action that seems to go on for a half hour or more. His other hand stroked sexily down the skin on my back and waist and then grabbed one of the cheeks of my bubble butt that got me teased about by the girls I had "dated," along with their girl friends who "whispered" comments I often heard about how sexily my ass moved when I walked. However, I started to pull back when his fingers lunged forward along my butt crack and made contact with my hole rubbing around its edges. During all my previous forays into gay sex, I had been the top, so this was somewhat new and angst-inducing territory. But my stud would have none of this, rolling me on my back with him on top of me, his hand now wedged between my ass cheeks and the mattress, and his fingers firmly pushing against my hole. The windows were also open in here, but the growing heat inside the room, along with my heated lust from our kissing session, had resulted in my hole having become soaked in sweat. This sweat provided just the lubrication my ravager needed. He started making growling noises as he jammed not one but two fingers all the way inside me in one continuous motion. I braced myself for a stabbing pain I expected to feel shooting through me. Instead, I felt my hole stretching followed by a slight burning. Now, having never allowed any of my male partners to top me, but having read and watched plenty of porn that repeatedly extoled the life-altering pleasure that comes from preferably having monstrously huge cocks penetrate and stretch open men's holes, which invariably turned them into ravenous "pussies," I had purchased and experimented with an assortment of dildos and plugs of varying lengths and sizes. I must admit that I had been enjoying my experimentation, in fact more and more often leading up to this encounter. I surmised that this experimentation was the reason I was able to take my stud's two fingers with such ease and without discomfort, and it was also why I let out such a slutty groan as he began sliding them in and out of me at a faster and faster rate of speed. I'm sure my eyes widened as first a third and then a fourth finger joined the first two in the fucking of my hole. While my hole was being worked open, my seducer raised up enough so that I watch him first coat his dick with lubricant and then sprinkle a white substance on it. I opened my mouth to say something but he took the fingers that had been working my hole and jammed them into my mouth to silence me. I tried to mumble some words out around his fingers, but he just thrust them further in my mouth, as I felt him align his expertly prepared dick with his other hand against the lips of my hole. Then, he used the fingers in my mouth to turn my face towards his, so he could look into my eyes. That smirk slowly returned to his face as he nodded his head. A second later, he slammed all of his huge cock at one time up inside me until his pubic bone made hard contact with a slapping noise. I shouted out a string of obscenities that were muffled by his fingers and elicited a slow shaking of his head "no," which silenced me. The pain had already begun to subside and was quickly replaced first by a burning sensation, followed by a strange heat and hunger that my stud must have somehow seen in my eyes, causing a satisfied smile to appear. Slowly, he started full length strokes that stopped just before his cock head would have exited my hole and then immediately sunk his entire dick length back inside of me. I couldn't get enough and started to hunch my ass upward to meet his downward strokes and squeeze my hole tight while letting my ass fall back to the mattress as he nearly pulled his dick back out. This went on for a while until I noticed my stud was slowly increasing the speed as well as the length of his strokes. Soon, his dick was withdrawing completely out of my fuck chute only to pop my ass lips wide open again as he glided his meat back in me to its root. I gladly welcomed each invasion with ever sluttier moans and groans, as if my hole were made to be brutally fucked. My stud finally covered my mouth with his hand so that my moans would not be heard through the open windows by any of his neighbors, let alone the people waking past the apartment building down on the sidewalk. Soon, I sunk into an euphoric haze, just barely making out what my stud was quietly muttering, words I didn't recognize, like "Carajo!" and "Suave concha!", I think. I was pulled out of my stupor when I felt the rhythm of his fucking become erratic and then stop entirely while he was fully embedded in me, which is when I felt the warmth of his cum load being ejected deep inside my fuck chute. He collapsed on top of me, and his mouth found mine as he began kissing me again. Eventually, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of me and slide his body down mine so he could take a look at my distorted hole, which felt like it had remained open and gapping after he had withdrawn his cock. An assumed look came over his face as his fingers started playing in my gapping, loose hole. The next thing I knew, he had inserted all four of his fingers inside me, almost to the knuckles on his hand. I started to stay something, but he put his index finger on the other hand up to his lips, expressing his wish that I remain silent. At the same time, he slowly withdrew his fingers a little, so I stopped trying to say anything. What I didn't realize was that he had done this so that he could position his thumb close to his palm, which was now aligned to enter my hole along with all four of the fingers on that hand. He slowly slide his thumb and fingers into my hole, stretching me more than I had ever been, short-circuiting my brain so that the only sound I could make was a long, protracted groan that turned into a short yelp when the knuckles on his hand slid through my newly enlarged hole and his entire hand was sucked by my fuck chute up to his wrist inside of me. My stud first looked surprised and then his face took on an expression that I assume I wore on my face as a kid on that Christmas when I got the train set I had always wanted; indescribably excited and blissfully happy. I, on the other hand, was initially rendered speechless, until a short while later, I heard someone quietly moaning and suddenly realized it was me. My stud continued to ecstatically play in my hole for a while, until I raised my hand up with my palm out towards him, indicating that my hole was really starting to feel sore and that we needed to stop. With a disappointed look on his face, my seducer slowly removed his hand from inside me, which was accompanied by another yelp from me. He smiled at me and pointed towards a door in the bedroom wall opposite the wall with windows facing the street. I surmised correctly that this door lead to the bathroom, where I found a bathtub with a shower head, shampoo, and body wash that I quickly put to good use. My stud must have come into the bathroom while I was showering, because when I drew back the shower curtain, I found a clean towel waiting for me on the closed toilet seat. After I dried off and hung the towel up over the rod that held the shower curtain, I entered the bedroom to find my clothes hanging over a side chair, waiting for me to put them back on. As I did, I heard a one-sided conversation as my stud spoke to someone on the telephone in a language that I recognized from the few words I understood as Spanish. Once dressed, I entered the living room, but my handsome fucker again put his index finger to his lips, which I took to mean that he didn't want whomever was on the phone to know he had company. Still, he looked me up and down, giving me a smirk of approval, and then gave me a somewhat dismissive wave goodbye, after which he turned his back to me and continued his conversation. This was my cue to leave quietly, without any further attempts to communicate. After exiting the apartment, taking the elevator to the ground floor, and walking out of the building, I stopped for a moment and thought "What the fuck just happened." I then took stock of all that took place that afternoon and couldn't help but ultimately feel great as well as happy about the whole encounter. Although I never got my stud's name or number, and I knew it was highly unlikely we would ever hook up again because I had no intention of lurking outside his apartment building, waiting to ambush him for some more mind-blowing sex, I was okay with it all. I had just had the fuck of my life without saying a word to the stud who dicked me senseless and introduced me to fist-fucking . And although I didn't know it at the time, this was my first step toward becoming the cock-loving fuck slut I am proud to be today. So, I wanna give a shout out of thanks to the anonymous stud that set me on my perverted path of discovery. Thanks, you sexy fucker, you. I still sometimes think about and crave getting fucked by that incredible dick of yours.

Absolutely, hasn’t everyone been rejected at some point? For me over the years it was I too young/too old, not enough body hair, or because I’m they only want to fuck darker skin bottoms not white ones, or no “total bottoms” wanted. And some guys were pretty cruel about it too; having to put you down while they reject you. At first it really got to me, but now it’s all cool. Everyone has their likes and dislikes and that’s OK. It doesn’t bother me and it actually toughened me up and made my self-esteem stronger! I now take ALL top men and reject no one. All I have to say is that if you are going to reject a guy, there is no need to be cruel or nasty about it!

When we got into the house, Logan led the stampede to my playroom while I brought up the rear, handling a few things; while the playroom had a fridge with various beverages and a humidor with cigars - I didn't keep liquor in there and I had a feeling there might be call for a bottle of Jack Black, and I dealt with a few little things so they wouldn't be distractions later. By the time I got into the playroom, Gerry was down on his knees with Zeb leaning against the fuck bench, semi-squatting over his beard and Logan slowly working the plug out; the anticipation had Gerry hard and dripping; then the plug popped and the combined fuckslime of 8 men's loads and Zeb's ass juice surged out and hit him square in the moustache, splattering his beard - and then I didn't see much of it as Gerry buried his face in Zeb's hairy crack eating like a starving man and Zeb was whooping and grunting and carrying on. I stepped over to the other side of the fuck bench, took a swig from the bottle of JD then lit a cigar; when that was done, I stared into Zeb's eyes, aimed my cock - and started pissing in his face. "YEEEEEEE-*HAAAA!*" was the response - followed by him guzzling down as much of it as he could. I stepped closer, and found that Zeb's throat was as talented and accommodating as his fuckhole; I quickly pushed down his throat until I was pissing straight down his gullet. I was even more impressed that I was able to finish emptying my bladder that way; Zeb breathed hard when my cock withdrew far enough, but he'd given no signs of distress while I'd had his throat blocked. As I pulled back further, Gerry came up for air - with not only slime all over his beard but plenty of it having dripped down into his thick blond chest rug - and moved around to feed Zeb a mouthful of the slop from his fuckhole. When their tongue-rassling broke off, Logan and I bodily moved Zeb into position on the fuck bench and strapped him down; as soon as he was secured, Logan smeared his ever-present dick drool over his shaft and plowed back into Zeb's hole. "SOOOO-EY! Yeah! Bug me up, biker! Hot damn, even better knowing for SURE you're toxic as hell!" Gerry moved back in front of Zeb and guided his mouth to the splats in his chest hair and beard, which were enthusiastically licked up. When Gerry's beard was no longer dripping, he stood up, smacked Zeb across the face and said "Open up, urinal!" Zeb's mouth instantly fell open and Gerry fed him another hot load of piss, pulling out halfway through to splatter Zeb's big goatee and piss over his shoulder, sending a stream down his spine to vanish into Logan's power-fucking of Zeb's ass. "Gawd-fuckin'-DAMN am I a lucky bug-chasin' faggot slut!" "Kinda late, I admit, but - is there anything you don't do?" Zeb quickly rattled off "Shit, blood, kids, women, permanent damage, severe pain, shaving... oh, and any drugs beyond weed, poppers and booze." "Nothing I'd ever want to do to you, that's for sure." Logan started to grunt louder. "Unf - here it comes, faggot - another big fuckin' load of dirty seed I'm gonna plant deep in your hole! Yeah! Take it, slut - TAKE IT! AAARRRRR!" Zeb was moaning in pleasure and I took that moment to make use of some of the special adaptations on my fuck bench that made it a bit easier than with most for me to plant my sweaty ass in Zeb's face; he immediately started giving Gerry a run for his money in terms of ass-munching talent - that bushy goatee of his felt awesome and he wasn't shy about plunging his tongue as deep as he could get it. I was watching over my shoulder and as soon as Logan stepped away, Gerry stepped up and rammed his cock into Zeb's slick hole. Logan hunkered down and positioned himself so that as Gerry thrust back and forth, his sweaty ass crack rubbed across Logan's beard, eliciting a moan. "Fuck yeah - hot sloppy cumdump on my cock, bushy sweat-soaked beard in my ass crack!" Unfortunately, the position was too awkward to hold for long, and Logan got up and lit a cigar of his own; I stood up and joined him, fetching us both cold beers from the fridge; Zeb got a Coke (which was actually about half JD) and Gerry got cold water - both with straws so they could drink without using their hands. "Goddamn, Papa Bear - I like the way you mix a drink!" Zeb said. "Reminds me of the time a biker fuckbuddy of mine got me drunk 'n stoned and then whored me out to a pack of 1%ers at Sturgis! I was too fucked up to remember numbers, but he said I got 20 loads in my ass that night, and a few more down my throat and all over my face." "1%ers? What club?" Logan asked. "Can't tell ya, but I promise you'd recognize their name if I did. They gave me a card they said I should discreetly show any members I run into; I suspect to them it means 'fuck the bearer cross-eyed' because that's what's happened when I've done that. Of course, in one case they had me on my knees cleaning foreskins and sucking cock out on the patio of a biker bar and when a member of some pissant little club made some snotty remark, they beat the shit out of him - then they had me piss all over him. They wanted to piss on him too, but I told them not to waste it and started guzzling from the tap; they liked that a lot, though they couldn't all hold it until I could drink it so I got drenched too! After that, they spit-roast me and at least 5 of 'em came in my ass. Then the punk started waking up, one of the 1%ers noticed I was hard - so they held him down for me to fuck and breed." "HOT!" Logan boomed. "Well, not so much - he was decent lookin' but his ass was dirty and like I said, I don't do shit... but when 1%ers tell you 'fuck that dude', you do it. I did get to wipe my dick off on his colors, though - kind of the ultimate biker insult, but he just slunk off." The biker talk was clearly turning Logan on, but apparently decided Zeb's tongue had something more important to do - and backed his black-furred ass up to Zeb's face, grunting as he got his sweat-drenched hole tongue-fucked. "Goddamn, yeah!" Gerry exclaimed. "Eat that furry, stinkin' biker hole, pig!" I reached over and popped Zeb's cock out of his rank jockstrap - discovering for the first time that he was lavishly uncut; he was rock hard between the cock in his ass and hairy crack in his face, but his meat was still blind. I skinned it back, revealing a slimy head and I stroked it with my beard, making him tremble. I then started licking, making him twitch - and I could tell from Gerry's reaction he was doing that internally as well. The angle wasn't great, but I positioned myself and as Gerry clearly was on the edge, I swallowed Zeb's cock as far down as I could. He bellowed into Logan's hairy ass and started shooting in my mouth; the clenching I knew his hole was doing pushed Gerry over the edge and he started jackhammering that hole as he spewed his load. Logan moved off, and Zeb looked back at me, grinned and said, "Papa Bear, you are fuckin' EVIL! Fortunately, I like that!" I stood up and motioned Logan over to Gerry - and shared the large mouthful of Zeb's cum with both of them. Gerry's beard was already sticky of course, but Logan and I got to make a fine mess of ours. "Well, since you like evil..." I said, as I stepped up to the fuck bench - and instead of perhaps the ram-to-the-root he was expecting, I slowly slid my thick pozzing tool into Zeb's slick hole. A short shove would be over quickly, but this dragged out the overstimulation of his hole in his post-orgasm state. "AAAAGH! EVIL! Ram it in, fucker, get this over with! GOD... FUCKING... DAMN!" I motioned to the other two - and they knelt down on either side of the fuck bench - which had a fairly narrow but well padded rail to lie on - and they started chewing Zeb's nipples. "AAAA! FUCK! You bastards! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!" I froze. "So... you want us to stop?!" "Damn you, NO! Use me!" So - I plowed in to the root, and started long-dicking his hole, pulling back until the rim of my cockhead was just inside his outer ring then back in all the way to the balls. Logan stopped gnawing on a nipple long enough to grab a ball gag off the wall and stuff it in Zeb's yap, then went back to work on that nipple. Eventually, Zeb's bellows died down to whimpers and I picked up the pace of my fucking. Gerry pulled the gag out of Zeb's mouth, and after a long draught of his drink muttered "I'm such a fuckin' lucky faggot!" Gerry and Logan switched to using their hands on Zeb's nipples and started chanting "Breed the faggot! Seed the faggot! POZ the faggot!" And of course, every time they dropped the six-letter F-bomb, Zeb's rectum spasmed on my shaft getting me a little closer to pumping another charged load into him. "What do you want, Zeb?" "I want your demon seed in me, Papa Bear. I want to be your urinal and be covered in your musk. I want to be the fuckhole you whore out to your friends. I want to finally poz up and be able to pound your strain into any hole you want me to fill. I want to serve and service you, Papa Bear; I want to bring nothing but pleasure into your life." He looked over at Logan "You're still one of the hottest men I've ever met - but there's something about Papa Bear that gets its claws into my pig soul." He turned to Gerry and added "You're one hell of a hot fuck and the best ass eater I've ever known - I hope Papa Bear will allow me to service you often." He looked back over his shoulder. "Assuming that Papa Bear wants to adopt a stinkin' redneck poz-chasing otter pup, that is." That's when I shot my load in him. He moaned and pushed back against me. "But we can discuss that after you finish breedin' my faggot fuckhole with your biohazard ball-juice!" I finished and pulled out; Logan said "One more before we sleep" and must have been on the edge already, as he slamfucked a load into Zeb in record time considering all the fucking he'd done. I knelt down near Zeb's head and said "I don't make snap decisions; especially not when I'm tired and nearly fucked out - and the man who brought it up is more than half drunk. There's plenty we'll have to discuss when we're in our right minds - but for now I'll just say it's definitely something we NEED to talk about." Zeb grinned as I started to unstrap him. "S'all I can ask for, Papa Bear. What do we do now?" "Well, we're going to my oversized bed and get some sleep." "All four of us?!" Gerry asked. "If you like." Gerry looked abashed and said "Will you take it badly if I say I remembered that I have a commitment ... later this afternoon, now ... and I really should get home?" All three of us said "No!" in chorus, which then made us all laugh. I pointed to the open shower in the corner and said "Go clean up - where we can enjoy watching you - and we'll go from there." He cleaned up well; there was only a little smell of manstink, cigar smoke and cum that clung to his clothes and I figured most late-night drivers had smelled worse; really, it could almost pass as an exotic cologne. I made sure he had all the relevant contact info before his Lyft showed up to whisk him home. Logan had already got Zeb upstairs to the bedroom and Logan and I were about to sandwich him between us when he said "Wait! Shouldn't I have a buttplug so I don't get cum all over the sheets?" I pulled him close so my cock settled into the cleft of Zeb's ass - and Logan settled into position in front - as I said "I like cum on my sheets...." and all three of us drifted off to sleep.

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Took the first load of the new year last night. Older aggressive white guy with 8" and thick. He wanted it to be an anon scene. Told me to let myself in, strip myself naked, put on a blindfold, take a deep hit of poppers and wait for him to use my holes. I've always wanted to do an anon scene, so I agreed. That first hit of poppers after I put on the blindfold was incredible. Hearing him approach me without being able to see him was such a turn on. He made me suck his dick before he ate out my hole. I was in bottom heaven with his tongue fucking my hole. Then he made me take a few deep hits and pushed his 8" deep in me. Talked dirty to me the whole time. We fucked in a bunch of positions, and he was getting in painfully deep. Finally bred my ass with me on my stomach and his cock as deep in me as it could go. I loved the feeling of his big dick gliding back and forth in my cummy ass. Took off the blindfold and sucked him clean before heading home. Great way to start the new year.

I was certainly taken aback the first time someone called me Daddy in my mid 40’s. I had always looked quite a bit younger than my years. That was beginning to change in my 50’s, as family issues carved lines in the face that weren’t going away. And the damn hair kept receding… So I shaved my head. I embraced my age and all that went with it. My confidence soared—and hook-up potential doubled. I think in my leather-ish world of playrooms, Daddy has a much deeper mark of respect. I hear it almost always used for an older top. Boys of all ages come to Daddy when they want to be fucked ‘right’. They want a man of experience. They want a man of sexual ability–and agility. They want a teacher. I am proud to be that Daddy.

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Oh man, where do I start? 10. Who doesn't love a sea of endless dicks? 9. What bottom doesn't like being an attention whore? 8. One word....Finger-cuffs. 7. Two words...Double Penetration. 6. Another two words...Air Tight. 5. A bucket full of cum in both holes. 4. The bottom won't get mind if you're a two-pump chump. 3. I can enjoy the vastly different flavors of the cum and jizz buffet laid before me. 2. The prolonged, endless hours of fucking sets my P-spot on fire. ....and 1. It satiates my need to be a the true whore that I am.