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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.

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???

It's been a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day, I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a hand-printed envelope on linen paper. I opened all the other mail first, saving the best for last. Inside was an invitation to a weekend party. It was from Tom, a guy I’d met at the baths. Tom was an easy-going sort, who made me to open up to him. Among other things, I admitted that I found conversion stories sexy and appealing. Tom told me he was POZ. By legal definition, he had AIDS, but to look at him you’d never know. Seeing him fucking and sucking at the baths made me want to be like him and POZ. I’d fantasized about getting AIDS and passing it to others, more than I cared to admit. Up till then my fantasies had been confined to my imagination. They could hardly have been otherwise, since I was neg. But now I had a invitation to a weekend party of his. It emphasized a group of “POSITIVELY-MINDED MEN,” and " BAREBACK SEX." No misinterpreting that. It was a Conversion Party. My dick was hard and dripping. No way could I turn that down. A weekend with a group of horny guys into HIV and AIDS! Fuck, yeah, I wanted to attend! The invitation was RSVP. I called Tom up and told him I was coming. The party was three weeks off. I daydreamed about it constantly, replaying my twisted fantasies in my mind. I told myself I was headed for a king-size let-down. But it could turn out to be the kind of sick symposium I’d dreamt about. The party was set for Friday night till Sunday noon. The invitation said clothing would be checked at the door, so I needn’t worry about what to wear. I'm decent looking guy and in good shape, so I didn’t expect I’d disappoint anyone. And, judging from what I’d seen at the baths, Tom’s tastes in men and mine were similar. The others in attendance would be at least a pleasant eyeful. I told my lover I’d be gone till Sunday noon. We have a really open relationship. We’ve teased each other about who’s the bigger whore, and who'd be the first to catch an STD and pass it to the other. I rang the doorbell, and this cute little guy about my age opened up. He was wearing only briefs, which did little to mask his heavy cock and balls. " I'm Mike. And you are?" "I’m Joey." He picked up a list of attendees. "Got it." He crossed off my name and pointed to a door. "You can undress in there, and I'll lock up your clothes and valuables. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been doing this for three years now and haven’t lost a hankie.” I entered the bathroom off the hall and slid out of my jeans, sneakers, and polo-shirt. The house was well-appointed and expensive. I returned to the hall wearing only my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked no older than 20 or 21. His name was Sam. Mike introduced us . “Give me your briefs,” he said. "Everyone else is nude. I'm just wearing since I’ve got to answer the door." His extended hand waited for my underwear. The guys appraised me as I stripped. My dick had grown semi-hard, and Sam was titillated. "I gotta get a piece of that before I leave. Sure hope you’re one of those.” Sam entered the bathroom to undress, not closing the door as I had. Mike winked as he folded my clothes. I wondered what Sam meant by "one of those." Mike told me to go on back and join the others. “You won’t have any trouble finding them. Straight down the hall. Just listen for the music and the voices.” A dozen guys were lounging about, sitting, standing, lying, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. A quick assessment told me I'd been right. They were all quite nice. One guy was fiftyish, a daddy-type for sure. Another looked like a high school kid. And everyone else was somewhere in-between. But they had one thing in common. They were all appealing—good-looking, healthy (I supposed), sexy, American males. A couple of the guys came up and introduced themselves. One handed me a beer. Another pointed to the joints on the table. I noticed Sam, now nude, had entered and was socializing. Guys were still arriving. And some were getting pretty soused. Personally, I hadn't had much to eat and the cocktail and the weed quickly took its toll. I suspected others were feeling likewise. About that time Tom appeared. Apparently he'd been waiting for the last guest to arrive, because Mike, the greeter, came in behind him. Tom turned down the music and called for quiet. He welcomed everyone and said he was glad we could attend. "You all know what we’re here for, and that’s lots of good sex. But apart from that, I know a lot of you have personal objectives. You know who you are—so I won’t go into that. I hate to restate the obvious, but there are ground rules. Oral is okay, but stick primarily to fucking. Make sure when you cum, it’s in someone’s ass. . Switch positions often—and I don't mean missionary and doggie-style.” Guys giggled nervously. "I mean be top as well as bottom. Give as well as you get. Share your seed. Change partners often. Don’t do the same guy twice till you’ve done us all. Charge up as many guys as possible. Take as much ass-cum as you can. And anyone found in the possession of a condom will be asked to leave.” "There are 20 of us here, not counting me. 12 of you are neg, and 8 are poz. That puts the odds at 40% of taking a charged load. Don’t ask anyone his status nor reveal your own, which could change at any minute." I felt my knees go weak. This was a party planned around RAW FUCKING with guys into AIDS and HIV, an assemblage of Gift Givers and Bug Chasers. These guys, like me, were out to fuck and be fucked raw, HIV and AIDS be damned. "Don’t be too quick to wash the cum out of your ass. But bath and shower, replete with towels, are down the hall and on the right. There’s also the john where you came in and one downstairs. The den has porn vids running continuously. Same with the rec room in the basement. Both are good places to catch a catnap. You’ll find plenty of snacks in the kitchen, but please avoid that area between 7 and 8 AM and 4 and 5 tomorrow. That’s when the caterers come in. “As most of you know, there’s a variety of lube and weed and poppers at the bar. Do anything and anyone you like." Tom’s last risqué remark sparked a massive, marathon orgy. Guys were pairing up everywhere. They were piling onto couches and the pillows and mats that lined the carpet. A hungry hand groped my ass, and I turned around to find Mike, the greeter. "Ready for some action, stud?" His throbbing cock betrayed concupiscence. "Sure am." We wound our way past a maze of tangled bodies to a vacant mattress in the corner. He fell on top of me, and his dickhead probed my ass. He hastily smeared some lube on me, and used the rest to coat his cock. With two powerful thrusts he entered me then paused as I absorbed his fullness. Our lips connected; our tongues entwined. He slid his big dick in and out of me. He fucked with slow, deliberate strokes, almost entirely withdrawing before plunging in me to the hilt. I matched him stroke for stroke, meeting his invading shaft with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cream out of this man. I moaned in lust for the d-i-s-e-a-s-e. "Fuck me, Mike. I want it," I said between his thrusts. "What do you want, Joey?" he asked as he pulsed into me. "Tell me what you really want." "I WANT YOUR POZ CUM, MAN. I WANT YOU TO PUMP ME FULL OF H-I-V!" That sent him over the edge. His pounding became furious. "YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ TWISTED, MAN. YOU WANT MY VENOM IN YOUR ASS.” "Well take it, then!" "Shit, yeah, Mike. Cream my ass! Please shoot in me!" He lunged forth viciously as his thick cock spasmed in my hole. Hot blasts of noxious seed violated my guts. The deadly virus invaded me with every fiery jab. I ground my buttocks against him to absorb his lethal load. He stopped, hips jutted forward, his dick impaling me as far as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath. Quietly he said, "You're pretty obvious about being NEG. Don’t give it away. Everyone here wants POZ JIZZ, either to infect or reinfect them. Keep ‘em guessing. Don’t disappoint by letting them know you’re neg. You may not be much longer." With that he pulled out and wandered off, seeking someone else to poz or be pozzed by. I didn't waste time worrying about his status. If not him, then someone else would do me, I was sure. Ravenous, with unfulfilled carnality, I approached the bar in hope a beer might quench my prurient thirst. A fortyish guy did the same. After a minute of small talk, he cut to the chase. "You wanna fuck or be fucked first?" "I want to fuck you, dude,” I said. I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I cum." Unceremoniously we made our way to a mat, and he raised his legs to take my seed. I imagined I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was. Regardless, the tight mancunt beneath his balls proved a succulent receptacle. It didn't take me long to shoot. We traded places and his dick slid easily in my cum-lubed hole. As he drew close I licked the purple bruises on his neck. Wet with spittle they seemed to glow. KS lesions? Probably. The guy had AIDS. Suddenly inspired I pummeled my ass against his pubes to meet the penetration of his noxious cock. And when I felt him tensing, I ground my ass against him, to suck out every drop of toxic cum. He winked at me as he withdrew, but I clasped my hands behind his back and wouldn’t let him go. He knelt there, staring down at me, a cynical smile transfiguring his face. He held his right arm out to me, palm up and turned away, revealing a large lesion, halfway between his armpit and his elbow. He pressed it to my lips, and I began to lick and suck it till the skin around it reddened. He stood straight up, his ankles planted firmly against my ribs. His cock, now shrunken to a fraction of its former mass, spewed forth a golden stream aimed directly at my gaping mouth, but raining down on neck and shoulders, dribbling past my ears and pits, onto the surface of the rubber mat. The guys around us applauded. His defecation done, he set out in pursuit of other pleasures. Hastily I retrieved a towel to dry myself and the urine from the mat. From there, the party blurred—whether from the weed, or beer, or lack of nourishment, or merely from the aberrant thrill of being a participant in such decadent behavior—I cannot tell. For the next 36 hours I fucked and got fucked by guys at least as debauched as I. It became obvious, as time went by, from casual conversations and off-the-cuff remarks—I was in good company—with men as hell-bent on self-annihilation as myself. As the party went on and guys got spent. A lot of us were eating or dozing or merely watching, and only a few were actively fucking as the rest of us egged them on. When I fucked before the group, I heard them urge the top to poison me. I wondered if there was a single neg present who had escaped at least one charged load. I was soon to get an answer. Near noon on Sunday Tom had each poz guy stand up for accolades. 7 of my 15 loads were POZ. The second guy I’d fucked, the guy who pissed on me, actually did have AIDS. My rod ballooned as I as I recalled each episode. The young man, Sam, hadn't been so fortunate.. He was the sole participant who had managed to avoid every poz guy present. Defiantly, he lay down before the group and raised his legs. He dared any Giver to step forward and pump a charged load in him. Tom intervened before anyone could react. “Being poz the longest and having fucked the least, I figure I deserve first crack at you.” We all cheered as our host plowed into Sam. After Tom, a couple other poz guys mounted him, in what turned out to be, for Sam, a very effective climax. Tom reminded us that, in a week or two, we might get sick. He’d hosted these poz parties annually for the past three years, and we’d be invited back. He kept a roster of similar affairs with other groups and individuals. If anyone remained unconverted, a rematch was available, with himself or one of his poz buddies. He urged us lucky ones to share the seed, overtly or covertly. I took his words to heart. 12 days later I fell ill and stayed home from work. In the coming months I was a nervous wreck till I got my test results. . That evening I had my dick up my boyfriend’s ass as usual, in the intimate fuck you do with someone you've screwed a hundred times. "I got my test results back today." He flinched, but kept on fucking. "So you’re pozzing me?" "I guess." We kissed, as he pushed up to accept my jizz and welcome the inevitable. His acquiescence turned me on. I must have spewed a cup of venom into him.

Same, well I've been BBing longer ... I think 15 years now, so ever since college. What kinks / tabboo do people mean? I still do NOT, after all these years: ParTy Scat Fist I have gotten into "[banned word] / kinky" stuff, if these count, like: Saunas Gloryholes Anon making homemade Porno

That is madness.

Earlier there was a question - where to meet gay guys in a non-sexual setting. The following places come to mind - gay meetups (meetup.com), gay book clubs, gay restaurants and bars, the symphony or other music concerts, Home Depot/Lowe’s, the theatre to see plays or movies, museums, art galleries, etc. Anything to do with culture, home renovation, travel, even sporting events, you’ll find gay men there!

Use oil based lube to lube up your ass and condoms will break easily. Then you get their loads. Most guys won't pull out and put on another condom.

I used to be a member of a piss club in Chicago. Started going in February of 2016, and went regularly throughout that year, but dropped off it by 2018. The last time I went was in August of 2019, and the party was totally dry. Turned into a bareback party very fast, and almost NO ONE was pissing. Real disappointment. I've done piss in my porn videos, and would love to try the following: I'm going to empty a bottle of beer into a bottom's hole, and then let him flush it out into my mouth. Then when I have to piss it back out, he'll be swallowing it. Does that still count as piss play, or am I talking about something different? Seems like a mix of felching, ass-to-mouth, and piss.

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.

I am just back form a week of work in LA, my hotel wasnt ideal as you needed a key card to get up to the room, and it was in DTLA which for a lot of guys might as well have been on Mars but I still took at least one load a day and across the whole week managed to take 10, there were some real highlights, the first guy who fucked me was amazing, a Rocan guy with a thick 8 was a truly outstanding fuck and a lovely guy, the local Chinese top loved a cummy hole and shot huge loads and in all I only had two disappointments, one guy who was hung like a horse, but kissed like a 1000 year old mummy and talked utter nonsense....... and a guy who despite reading my profile rolled a condom on. Still you win some, you loose some. Below are some of the pictures of the winners. Thanks LA Ill be back!

Yesterday morning at 6.30am with a young Pakistani lad on his way to work at the airport. His profile said bi and discreet and also said safe only but he didn't mention condoms. He was held up on the way so didn't have long. He sucked my cock for a short time and then pulled his trousers and his white underpants down and bent over right there in the living room. I lubed him up and pushed my cock into his arse. His hole was incredibly tight and he gave a contented little grunt as I pushed right up him and began to fuck. I didn't last as long as I would have liked to as I was super horny and he was so tight - after just about ten or twelve thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load into his arse. He seemed quite happy though as he pulled up his pants and went off to work

Yup, getting raw fucked and bred in a bath house dark room is soooooo hot...pitch black room, cummy mattress, ass up/hole opened and preped, face down throat swabing with a fellow bottom whore positioned next to you...patiently awaiting the next annonomous cock to enter your hungry hole and give you the ride of your life...followed by a load of thick, creamy man sperm running down your whore leg...pig heaven!! Oink!!! Next!!!!!!!

Still getting messages over this story, which is flattering as fuck. And yes, I'm still planting loads in those hairy cubs' asses.

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

W ickr is banned because it's almost always used to facilitate illegal activity or the discussion of illegal activity. I can't and won't have that here.

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

The black guy kept rubbing his dick on Justin's cummy cunt and then after another two minutes he spit on the hole and pressed his fat thick head against the hole. It hurt like fuck, Justin tried to say stop and please but only muffled sounds were coming out and then one of the guys spread some lube around Justin's hole and the let up and then the guy lubing him up coated Justin's hole and then he must of lubed up the guys dick and the pressure began again but this time the pain was far more intense as Justin's ass started to open up what felt like a car entering him. Tears started to well up and finally some poppers were placed under his each nostril and after eight his he felt just slightly more open. Then a straw small one was placed in one nostril and the guy plugged the other like popper and he told Justin to inhale deep and not to stop till he said so. Justin did as he was told and the straw was removed and Justin was flying but it burnt some and he had to shake his head and then the straw on the other side and again he inhaled deep and this time it felt even better, He almost forgot about his ass until the guy fucking him said fuck that is some hot tight pussy. Give him another hit in five minutes I can already feel him trying to tighten up. With that he took long strokes and until he got to his second ring and he pressed against in and tried to open Justin and he snapped and the straw appeared with an even bigger line on each side and Justin was in another world as his second hole was torn apart and the big dick battered his inside hard and rough. The beating lasted for another ten minutes and the guy finally unloaded but never stopped slowly moving his dick as he shot load after load inside Justin. The guy turned to one of them and said good fucking pussy, he will get better with your help but it was a nice tight cunt to wreck. Def worth it! The guys unfastened Justin's gag as the guy slipped out and got dressed. One guy whispered to Justin, you are still horny aren't you? Justin said yes I am! The other guy had gotten in place to eat his cummy slutty cunt and Justin loved it. The other guy got in front of him and fed him is 8 inch cock, The guy ate his ass for five minutes and sucked out cum and then got up and the guy fucking his mouth pulled the pillow out held Justin up and the guy who had fucked him slide under Justin by lifting his leg and sliding under and then laced his 9" dick against Justin;s hole and slide in and the other guy let Justin rest chest and face on the guys shoulder as he went around and slide his dick in beside his buddy! Justin started to moan and the guys fucked him deep and after twenty minutes the guy on top shot his load and his buddy said time to trade places. Then before he got soft they traded and the eight inch dick slide in my hole and his buddy slide in right beside him, This time his buddy just moved back and fourth a little and his buddy piston fucked until he shot his load five minutes later. With that they both got dressed and told him there was more to come but for now he needed to get dressed and leave. One guy said, I will be back in here in less then five minutes and you better be gone! With that they unfastened his hands and they both walked out and Justin slipped the blindfold off and searched for his clothes.

Motel 2400 basically exists as a cheap hookup motel

Ch4. I have no Idea why I’ve never been in one of these before. That was the thought that kept bouncing around my brain as I went from shaky legged uncertainty to weightless wonderment. The material of the sling moulds to the contours of my back as I feel myself relax onto it. Maybe I was exhausted, or just past caring. I don’t even protest when they strap my legs. I knew I was at their mercy and that was actually thrilling, a feeling of total submission. I was very definitely their toy to enjoy and although I had already proven that in the previous few hours; now I think was a test of limits. Being preoccupied I guess I was unaware of them during the previous fucks I had taken over the bench. They had apparently been watching me the whole time and waiting to bring me into their circle where willing holes were always welcome. The first to line up and slide in doesn’t say anything to me. He just leers down as he swings me along the length of his cock. I stare up at him, my focus split between his hungry gaze and the very prominent biohazard tattoo around his right nipple. I had so much spunk dripping from me by now that I guess it no longer matters who breeds me now. Even if only a few of those loads were poz there was a good chance, after the number of rough poundings I had received, that it was already well on its way to changing me. He speeds up the thrusts and I grunt in response. Despite everything I still need to feel my hole pounded. The pure pleasure is everything that I care about now. The sensations pulsing from my fuckhole cloud my every other judgement. Getting fucked more and more is my every need. He certainly delivers on that. His cock is average; his stamina is amazing. He fucks me for a solid twenty minutes before there’s any change in pace from him. All that time I am just making the animal noises that are forced from me with every thrust of his rigid cock. All that time I beg for him to fuck me harder. Plead with him to breed me again, to shoot more cum into me. I feel him tense as I cry out for his sperm. His fingers dig into my thighs, he shoves into me hard and he holds himself steady. Balls deep inside me his cock pulses another charged load to add to the mix. I sigh in contentment. This is so much more than I came in for but it’s exactly what I had been looking for, I know this now. My silent fucker smiles down at me as he unsheathes his cock from me, pats my arse affectionately and nods once at a job well done. I just collapse back and stare once again at the ceiling waiting for whatever is to come. I don’t have to wait long as I am unstrapped and helped down from the sling by two guys. The bigger of the two is a real daddy type. Broad and strong he holds me up easily and I cling onto him inhaling his musk with a need I have never recognised in myself before. He sits back on a bench and lifts me across his lap which makes me think momentarily that he could be a very bad Santa. I almost ask if he has a gift for me as he lowers me onto his thick cock. It’s a silly question. I already know he does. I lean forward and kiss him tasting tobacco on his tongue. He grabs my arsecheeks with strong hands and begins to lift me up and down as though I were nothing. As wonderful as this fuck is I don’t have time to settle into the rhythm as suddenly the second guy who helped me out of the sling is there behind me. His hard cock rubbing over my already full boycunt. I weakly try to protest but it is clear this was the plan all along and I am held firm as the rubbing becomes a steady pressure and then a POP. The noise I make as my anus is pulled apart by this second cock entering me is somewhere between a sob, a keening and the most lustful moan I have ever produced. My whole body tenses as I am stretched beyond my limits. I wonder just what I must look like straining to cope as I am double fucked between two men who look just like father and son. They alternate thrusts into me sliding their full cocks across each other in their quest to fill me and take their pleasures from my body. The stretching, the movement, the total loss of control. It’s all too much for me and as these two men use me as their shared cocksleeve my own cock erupts. The spasming of my body sets off the younger man behind me and he jams into me with a staccato pumping that coats my inner walls and daddy’s cock with more sperm. He slides out and the daddy under me smiles up and reaches between us. Rubbing the load I have just shot over him he collects it on his fingers then pushes them into my mouth. “Good pussyboy! Nothing like cumming while your cunt is being wrecked to show everyone what you are.” It sounds like a taunt but his expression is genuinely friendly. He means it as a compliment. I am a good hole for him and his friends. As I lap up my own spunk from his fingers he continues to fuck me for several more minutes. I can tell he is getting close by the look on his face. At some point I have taken over without realising the transition. I am riding him hard with almost no effort from him. Pumping my hips to get his cock as far into me as I can as he relishes the soft embrace of my slick channel. He pulls me down and presses his lips to my ear with a growl. “Getting close boy. If you keep riding me you’ll get seeded good.” “I know.” “Those other boys, poz every one.” “I know, I want it.” “Want what?” “Your cum.” “Say it louder.” “I want your cum!” “Louder slut.” “I want your poz cum in me. Fuck it into me!” “Fucking shout it bitch!” “POZ ME! BREED ME! FUCKING USE ME UP!” He grabs me hard and pulls me into a crushing embrace as his cock delivers the toxic sperm these men have made me crave. Kissing me deeply we both shake at the intensity. Both collapsing onto the bench sheened in sweat and cum. The moment broken as a cheer erupts around the room and I am pulled away from this private universe into the now. There are still quite a few men watching my conversion. I am hit by a wave of nervousness. How much more can I take?

For me, I was kinky from the days when I was humping a pillow (around age 6) and it progressed from there. In my teens, dirty magazines kept my hand busy. Dabbled in cross dressing, wondering what it was like to be a girl. When I finally got a girlfriend at age 18(we married at 20), I lost my virginity to her mom...the kink started ramping up. Penthouse mags were my choice at first, then incestual magazines, then transsexual caught my fancy. As I got older, I was wondering about what would be like to suck someone’s dick and I’ve always had a fascination with things up my ass. Once I sucked and once I swallowed, I wanted more coco to suck. Eventually the owners of the cocks I was sucking wanted to put it in me. Trial and error found that I enjoyed another’s guy’s flesh in me. Eventually that al led to not getting enough and then I found ABS’s and glory holes and Steamworks and multiple guys. I found I love being the center of attention and a craving for cum. I eventually found a guy who loves my body the way it is and makes me feel like the gurl I am inside. It was only after about 8 times together that he came out to me as being poz undetectable and now I am progressing into another aspect of sex. Not sure where that’s going to lead me too yet...

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.

Club Pittsburgh

PART 14 As my heartbeat returned to normal, the combination or Tom’s cock softening and my still spasming hole forced him to slip out of me with a soft plop. As it did, the anxiety kicked back in. Only now it was more confusing. And I wasn’t sure what I felt. I know I felt some guilt over what I was doing, as well as some guilt for feeling guilty. Four loads of HIV laden sperm shot into me by a guy who I couldn’t seem to resist. Even as I studied the sense of guilt which had assaulted me, I also found the thought of sex with Tom and his poz cum turned me on, just something so strongly attracted me to raw sex. And I was very aware that I was clamping shut in an effort to keep all of his semen in me. I didn’t want any leaking out. But a huge part of me was still screaming 'What the fuck are you doing? This is so risky. HIV. AIDS. But you keep coming back' I told myself. Hell, I had TWO loads in me now and it was barely afternoon. And I had begged for it. And I didn’t notice this before, but it seemed like Tom almost liked cumming in me more than just fucking me. Like giving me his seed was what mattered most. Maybe that was just my imagination. “Earth to Chris. Are you there sexy boy” Tom joked. I guess I had been really lost in my thoughts. “Sorry, I was just thinking. It’s just, and it feels really really good, I just get nervous... your cum and everything,” I said quietly. He looked at me. “You mean, because I have HIV and you keep letting me cum in you? Is that what you mean?” I nodded, affirming his interpretation. “Well, you have had four loads now and you might already have it. Or you don’t. And Chris, this is really it, you can’t stop. Maybe. To be honest, I think you are already too hooked on barebacking. But you could stop and go back to your old life. I don’t think that’s what you want though. I think what you want and really at this point ,what you need is to keep giving in. To live with the consequences of being a cum dump bottom boy. And yeah, that means eventually you'll end up with HIV. I have friends that would love to give you what you need. I could keep you full every day. I have friends that would come over right now. I already told them about you and they are aching to fuck you. Aching to be inside you when their cocks starts pumping man cum. They all have HIV they wanna share too. I can call them now. You don’t even have to ask. Just nod if you want me too. Nod if you want strange men over here now to cum inside your boy hole,” he said hypnotically. I’d like to say I thought and weighed the options but I didn’t. His words had got me. And slowly, I nodded. And then again. And he grinned as he reached for his phone as, for my part, I lay back on the bed, his sperm soaking into my body.

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.

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.

Do a thorough cleanout, go to a place with a darkroom, drop trou and drop your inhibitions!

For me it's definitely knowing that other men are watching me take all those cocks & loads & being a cum dump for a group of horny men!