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Having Rod's parents come home presented a number of problems and stumbling blocks for Jerry's plans. But knowing that Rod would want the piss, made Jerry hopeful. How was he going to get Rod alone. It was a real conundrum. Rod still had one of Jerry's buttplugs, too. Jerry spent Sunday night thinking and fretting about how to facilitate turning Rod into the cockslut that he could be. Jerry fell asleep thinking about Rod's big fine ass and how he would fill it, keeping that guy happy, and making Jerry happy at the same time. Rod went to school every morning. He came home, left the car and walked to work. Mr Higgins was there until 4 every day and sometimes til five . Rod had Sundays off. Mr Higgins took Wednesday's off and the store closed at 6. Rod went to Wednesday night church straight from work. Well, Jerry worked nights this week It would be hard, but Jerry decided to play it cool. He'd give Rod a day or two to make a move. Sunday night after church, Rod checked his computer. He hadn't seen it since all the excitement. When he did, he found accounts that he didn't even need a password for. The computer remembered the password. Rod had never seen such pictures and videos. Rod stayed up until midnight. He was totally taken with what he was seeing. He was a little afraid, but unwilling to stop looking. Burly guys with big dicks, fucking, Guys being spanked and whipped. Cock suckers galore. PISS drinkers. Rod really liked that. When he went to bed he dreamed of being in many of those scenes. By Monday morning, Rod was rock hard. He was afraid it was happening again, but the routine, the piss the shower, and all settled him down. His usual peck from his mom and his on her check led him out the door for school. He started the car, drove to pick up Rog and went on to school. It was the usual routine, except his dick would rise and fall more than usual. It was when he let his mind wander to those videos. Jerry must have watched them. How else would they get on his computer. Yes, Jerry, must have a lot more to teach Rod. The more he thought about it, the harder his big dick got. This time he didn't move it back and forth against the zipper. He wanted to, but didn't. One thing was certain. He wanted to talk to Jerry and get his fresh piss direct from Jerry's nice dick. Yes, he'd find a away to get that. He wondered if Rog took Jerry's piss. Rod made up his mind to call Jerry after Mr Higgins left the store. Maybe, he could get that piss and well, maybe Jerry would do a few of the things from the videos. The day dragged on. More excitement to come. Jerry has Rod hooked. r

Freddy was visiting his first bathhouse. He was just a few days past nineteen. Freddy was out and open about being gay for years now but never really did anything. Never had a boyfriend. Never even had done anything sexual before today. He was handson and in good shape. Standing at 5'9 black hair brown eyes with a slightly tanned skinny body. He was spending time studying and playing sports. Too busy. Today he change all that. He had let a couple of guys suck him off and returned the favor. This was all done with condoms. He did not know the difference. This bathhouse had a section he was told to avoid by one of the guys he was with. Freddy was told that going there ment submiting to certain things he may not want to do. Well, after a few hours Freddy decided to take one last walk around the place and if he saw nothing new he would leave. He had his fun. He saw the area he was warned about before and did not plan to enter. However, a man came out of one of the rooms. Freddy knew this was one of the bigger rooms that could hold multiple amount of men. The man was fully clothed. "Kid, I need to talk to you." Freddy was a little nervous about this. "Don't worry kid. We are supposed to be shooting a porn film in here and a camera operator is out. We need someone to just hold a camera and record. That's all. I can pay you 250 bucks for this. What do you say?" Freddy was intreguied by this. "Just the camera and nothing else?" "I promise you will do nothing you do not want to do." Freddy agreed. The room was plenty big. There was room for him, the other camera guy and the director. Freddy was given a robe to wear as introductions were made. The director said to call him Pete and the other cameraguy was called Mack. Freddy was given a camera on a tripod and was told he just had to keep the lens focused and record where Pete pointed. Mack knew what was needed from his camera. A georgous young guy walked in completly naked. He was only carring in what looked like a drivers licence. Which was strange bec Freddy had to turn his in for the room he had. HE looked very young and seemed very excited. Pete had this new guy sit on the bed. Pete stayed off camera but talked to him. "So, tell us your name." "Call me Seth." "'Seth you got that second ID so you could be here?" "I did. Here it is for all to see." His last name was blocked but it showed his name was Seth and that today was his 18th birthday. "Now Seth, I want to make sure you understand everything you are agreeing to and that you concent to all of it." Seth replied, "Oh yes, I know everything involved. I am absolotely POSITIVE, I want all this." Pete had the guy pose for a couple of minutes when the doors opened a second time and another man walked in. This man was huge in more ways than one. About 6 feet 4 inches tall. He must have weighed over 200 pounds and it was all muscle. He also had a dick that looked like it was 10 inches soft. He was covered with tattoos. He had a couple of different biohazard and scorpion ones. Freddy knew what was happening now. Seth was going to get Pozzed. "This little faggot looks cute. I get to give him my gift on his birthday. This will be fun." Freddy felt his dick get hard. He tried to controll it but could not. This was turning him on like nothing he had seen before. Seth tried to suck the new guy's dick but was unable to. He did not have the experience to take it all into his nouth. "Lie on your back" Seth was told. The big man, no one said his name so we will just call him Pozzer, removed a couple of items from under the bed. They were a bottle of lube and a toothbrush. Freddy was confused about the toothbrush until Pozzer put a little lube on the bristles and inserted it into Seth's ass. Pozzer pushed it around for a few seconds and pulled it out. It was covered with blood. Pozzer then put some lube on his massive and hard dick. Seth was told to lift up his legs and grab his ankles. He did as instructed. Pozzer then shoved his cock right into Seth's ass. It was tight and Seth yelled out in pain and pleasure. Pozzer pushed harder and harder until Seth had taken all of his dick. Pozzer was violent with his grinding and fucking. Seth was in extacy. He was yelling out "Fuck me, Poz me. Give me all of it." Pozzer was more than happy to do it. Pozzer came multiple times into Seth's ass. Freddy could see some cum drip out even with the huge dick blocking the way. Seth also shot a couple of loads of his chest. When Pozzer said this was his last load Freddy felt something happen. No one was touching him. He was not rubbing his dick against anyone or thing. He could feel that he was about to cum. As Pozzer shot his last load Freddy started to cum as well. The director say what was happening and moved quickly to swallow Freddy's load. Pozzer slowly pulled out his dick and had Seth lay there while also licking the cum and blood off of Pozzer's cock. Peter suggested that Freddy lick the cum off of Seth. He did so. He tasted cum for the first time and loved it. "Well Seth, it looks like you took your first Poz loads. Any regrets?" "None. I am headed to the doctor's office tomorrow to get tested. I cannot wait for the results." Pozzer then said, "I am super toxic and you got multiple rounds of my death cum. You are infected for sure." Seth jumped up and hugged Pozzer like he had recieved the best gift ever. Seth even had tears of joy over this. Freddy had to admit that he had never been this turned on before. "Now Freddy," Peter said, "Are you ready for your turn to be Pozzed?" Part 2 coming soon.

Justin was a bit dazed and his eyes had to adjust when he went outside but he headed home and knew he needed to get ready for the straight guy who was coming yet tonight. He got home and had some time and got on BBRT. He had well over 100 messages and he opened the first, he read it. Boy, you did a really good job tonight at the bookstore, it is always hot to find a young boy who knows that his holes are for big dirty dick and backs up his ass and just lets a hot hung guy fuck and blow his dirty load in you.. You need to be at the bookstore tomorrow at 11 AM. Same middle booth will be empty for you! I will have you out of there in time to get to your audition for the gangbang. I know they are going to pick you having had my dick in that sweet ass of yours. Justin sent back and email and that read - I will be there, 11 Am. Then Justin went to look at his profile, it had nothing in his status, said he was a top and the description read looking for a boyfriend, all bottom who likes being shared with other men. Justin thought, I would like to be his boyfriend he is so nice and hot and he thought of that big curved dick. The next email and the one after it were BBC's both poz and telling Justin they need to fuck his hot little neg hole. He saved and then ten more poz emails from hot dick then he deleted four and then an email from a young guy. His message stated that he was coming into town next week and looking to be with a guy like Justin. Wondered if he could help him learn about sex. Justin responded he wanted to meet when he got to town. He looks at his profile and nothing was marked but his pictures showed a tall lean guy with a big dick. Justin was salivating. He looked at his watch and needed to get ready for the straight guy. He hopped in the shower and cleaned up and then grabbed another drink. He then went back to BBRT and send D a message. Hey, you said you had some more supplies hidden around my place can you help me out. I could use a couple. Five minutes later as Justin went through more emails D responded. You have two rocks in the nightstand to the right of your bed. Good slut boy! Justin quickly went to the dresser and took the two rocks and slide them deep in his hole. Just started to feel better, and he went back to BBRT. He opened an email from the guy who wanted him to come to try out for the gangbang. The email read. This is to confirm that you are one of two who are still in the running to the guest of honor at our gangbang. Each bottom must take a rapid HIV test and pass it as neg to be in the running. The third bottom tested positive and can no longer be considered for the party. The tops who are coming are very excited and have told us from the body pics we shared on our flyers that they would prefer your jock body and fine ass to be the bottom so make sure you are the address below at 2 PM tomorrow. Be cleaned out and ready. Justin rubbed his balls and cock and thought how fun that sounded and he knew he was neg so it sounded like they would pick him. He shot an email back and said, I am neg so no worries there and yes I will be there at 2. He was ready for his straight guy and soon an email came in from him. I will be there shortly, make sure you have a blindfold on and lay on the edge of the bed with your head with your head were your feet would normally go and do not move once I enter the room. Got it? Just shot back and email quickly and said yes Sir. The straight guy sent back an email and said 10 minutes. Leave the door unlocked. Justin went to the door and made sure it was unlocked and he grabbed his last drink from the fridge and drank it down. He then got on the bed as instructed and put the blindfold on while he lay flying and spinning. He heard the door and then felt a rag on his nose and he was passed out a minute later. Dan had come over to rig him up. He restrained his legs and arms and took his arm and tied it off and gave him his first point. and removed the rope. The boy tried to shoot off the bed but his restrained arms kept him in place. He was breathing heavy and moaning as Dan grabbed his cock and balls and pulled them out from the jock strap. He rubbed and played with his boy dick and aching balls and Justin moaned and tried to move. That little dick kept oozing precum and then Dan heard his straight buddy come in. Your fag whore is ready, he just took a point and I left five more on the nightstand. Use all you want if you have left overs you can drop them off. I also filled the fridge again with G so feed him what he needs for your use. Dad grabbed the kids balls and crushed them in his hands and he let out a cry and he quickly let go. If he give your any trouble this will always get his attention. Dad headed for the door and soon they both heard the door close behind them.

Anyone who knows me, knows I hit the gym generally at least five days a week. Today I got a really good workout in, and decided that some time in the sauna was a well deserved reward. So I hit the shower before the sauna, it felt great to just stand under the water for a while. When I got to the sauna, there were a couple of guys, one of the guys I recognized from my regular gym. Great body, and always liked it when he cam from the pool in his Speedo. Today he was wearing a very loose pair of shorts, with the head of his dick poking out. We kept on glancing at each other; my gym shorts started to tent. He got up and headed back to the showers, and after about a minute or so, I followed him. He went to the last shower stall and left the curtain open; he was stroking. I dropped my shorts, got in the opposite shower, and left my curtain open as well. We both started stroking, After about five minutes of this back and forth, he suggested that I join him. I didn't have to think twice, joined him. We started stroking each other, playing with the other's nips, and making out. He started playing with my hole, he then spun me around and plowed balls deep in my hole. He started pumping his cock in my hole, it felt great. We kept this going for several minutes; biting my back as he was pounding me. Then he just erupted in me, and I blew my load on the shower floor. I definitely need to hit this gym more often.

Went to a local ABS after work, was sweaty n dirty n horny in my work gear / work boots. Sucked a few guys off and swallowed their loads. The 4th was a younger stocky guy who just finished suckin another dude off. I was watchin a vid and he came into my booth. He unzipped and pulled his hard thick cock out i sucked it for a few minutes and licked his balls. He pulled me to stand up and pulled down my jeans and underwear and started sucking my cock. Told him its sweaty from work but he liked my sweat stink and dove right in suckin my cock and lickin my sweaty balls. I was oozin precum already and he slurped it all up and got me rock hard. I pulled him up and forcefully turned him around and bent him over exposing his hot meaty ass. Spit on his asshole and pushed my cock in, precum was still flowin and lubed his hole. After a few fuck strokes i slide all the way in his ass. Continued fuckin for a few minutes gettin verbal tellin him what a hot ass he ass, and tellin him i was gettin close. Kept fuckin and grunted as i pulled his ass into me and impaled him balls deep, shootin my load deep. Fucked my load into him for a few seconds then my cock slipped out. We both pulled up our jeans and he left with an ass full of cum.

Spent a couple of hours after work Thursday at my favorite seedy motel. Turned the lights down low, flipped on the porn channel on the TV, got myself ready, then left the door ajar and climbed on the bed ass-up. Between BBRT, Grindr and Doublelist I had lined up 8 tops, but of course I knew some would flake. A couple guys, though, are regular breeders of mine, and always show when they say they will. First guy arrived within 5 minutes. BBC with a 3-day load (I took the previous one, too, so I know!). The second guy is on the DL. He loves to fuck me but I'm not allowed to look at him or talk to him. He usually breeds me silently, then disappears out the door, but this time as he felt my hole, he realized I'd been filled already and was extra turned-on as he pounded me. He got verbal for the first time, calling me a cum dump slut and a pig for raw cock. It was hot, he has a great cock, and at the end he made me clean both loads off his shaft. Delish! The third guy was a younger guy from Grindr, and his dick looked bigger on the app than when he walked in. Still, he managed to slide it in, and within a few minutes he added his DNA. I had a bit of a wait on the other two guys because of traffic. Guy #4 is another DL married dude whose face I'm not allowed to see. He has a long, thick cock that curves down so it hits my prostate as he pounds me. I've come closer to cumming from anal with him than with any other, and he did not disappoint! I spent 15 minutes being driven into the mattress as he worked out his sexual frustration on me, and as he came he said, "take my 6-day load!" His cock just kept pulsing in my hole, and I didn't know if it would stop. Afterward, I expected him to go into the bathroom, but instead he told me to get on my knees and clean his cock. Soooo fucking hot, taking that still-hard shaft down my throat and tasting my ass and the cum of four different guys all mixed together! I knew the fifth guy was outside waiting, and Guy #4 messaged me from outside to let me know someone else was there. He didn't need to, though. Guy #5 is a long-time breeder bud, and had instructions to come in as soon as the other guy left. I re-assumed my position on the bed, and he came in, ran his cock down my cummy crack a couple of times, then slid inside. He must have really needed release, too. He grabbed my hips and pounded me harder than he ever has before. Within a few minutes his speed increased and then he stopped with a gasp, and I felt the familiar pulsing as he added his load to the others. After the last guy left, caught up in the moment, I did something I've never done before. I realized that I wanted to taste the brew in my ass. Reaching behind me, I pushed some of the cum mix into my hand, and licked off every drop. Amazing! I left the rest where it belonged - inside me - dressed, and went home for the night.

part 1 having visited entourage on a previous trip, I decided on this years journey to vegas I would try out hawk's, the similar establishment oddly located in the same plaza. Having cut way down on sex in the past months, I was ridiculously horny when I arrived, sometime around midnight on a weekday. I was disappointed at first, the large playroom in the back, while full of interesting things like cages and a raised area, was deserted. In fact almost all of the public spaces were empty, and the few open rooms were occupied by men already in progress. I felt a bit let down, so I went into the sauna area to relax. Inside was an older gentleman, about 50, who chatted a bit before moving closer to gauge my reaction. I was tired of waiting and figured I could stand a no if he wasnt interested and grabbed his cock. Thankfully he didnt mind at all, and leaned back as I jerked him hard. I suggested we leave the steam room, and we found our way to one of the darkrooms along the hall. I didnt waste any time and got his cock in my mouth as fast as I could. it was only about 7 inches long, but fat and meaty, with a nice amount of give, a great cock for fucking. He quickly pulled me up and started playing with my nipples and grabbing my ass, before turning me and bending me over onto the couch nearby. My ass was already lubed, I didnt have a condom in hand and neither did he, and i dont think either of us cared as he pushed his cock up my ass. With poppers, being crazy horny, and him having such a nice cock, it was a nice smooth push with no pain. His cock bottomed out and I moaned with ecstacy, he felt incredible. He pumped my ass for a few minutes, having me drool into the couch, when another bottom came in with a top and bent over next to me. Both of us began grunting and moaning as we were fucked, and the new top asked my top if he wanted to switch. It got a bit awkward, as the other bottom demanded my top rubber up, but I got crazy turned on as his top saw my ass and took his condom off! He didnt even ask me at all just took his place behind me and stuck his cock in me. he was longer and thicker, and I grunted with the effort of fitting him. My previous top lost his wood and left, and the now empty bottom watched as I got fucked hard by the man who brought him there. My fucker demanded I beg for him to "breed my pussy" which I did nice and loud cause dirty talk turns me on, especially in public. He pulled out and I felt one of my favorite sensations, a load of cum leaking out of my ass down my legs. It was warm against my skin and I felt so incredibly hot as he stepped away from my cummy ass. A man I hadnt seen approach stuck his finger in my ass, and I instantly blurted out I wanted his cock in me. My previous top told him to fuck my pussy raw, and cheered him on as he stuck his small cock up into me. He started cumming incredibly fast and I just said thank you over and over as he slowly pumped the last of it in. I stood up and the man who had made best use of me grabbed me and asked me if I wanted his help being slutty. I had cum actively dripping out of me, he was well built and easily 3 inches above my 6feet, I melted into him and said id love his help. He grabbed me firmly by the back of my neck, and led me out of the room like it was a leash, it was unexpected, rough, rude and I fucking loved it, he wouldnt even let me put my towel back on. He led me down the hall to an open room with a man jerking off in it, and bluntly asked if he wanted to use my pussy. The man in the room was short, fat, very hairy, and had a small stubby cock, id have turned him down on my own, but I was put against the wall and told to beg for his cum, so I did. It took a minute for him to line himself up, but he came in seconds, and I found a vicelike grip on my neck pulling me out of the room. Ive been fucked by gross men plenty, normally when cock craved, and I always feel filthy, which only turns me on more. I got excited in the next doorway, it was a big cock on a muscular man, but he wasnt interested. The next was a black man with an average cock, who wanted to use a rubber, but the man holding my neck told him no condoms and we moved on. In the back room area I was put in the sling, though it was still a ghosttown. I was told to stay, and my new owner left, I soon found out to get cock.

I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

Hi I know this isn’t that big for others but I wanted to share this. Today I chucked out the last few condoms I had. I’m no longer going to buy any.

I have been a trucker for quite a while, often making the run from Montréal to Chicago. My favourite place to stop in Gary, Indiana. There is a chain truck stop there that is right across from a small porn shop with private booths. I go there to watch a porn. Frequently I'll get down on my knees and suck a dick. I sometimes call my wife and family after while in my sleeper, I can feel and taste the semen from the guy I sucked in my mouth as I converse with my family. It seems so nasty to have it in my mouth as I talk to them. Last month was a turning point of sorts. I was walking out of the place back to the truck stop when I was stopped by another guy who was also leaving. He was a few steps behind me and asked “Got a light?” Pausing, I passed him my lighter. “I have seen you here before” he commented, unsure how to respond. He did, however, know how to keep me on the hook as he remarked "Whatever you are looking for, I would love to help you find it.” I stammered “I can't let the others see me talking to you here. Watch where I go and later come to my truck. The driver's door will be unlocked. Just act as though you are the driver of it. Okay?” He nodded and I turned and walked. I was so nervous. Mixture of emotions churning inside me. This had become more personal and the anonymity was gone. My cock and butt both were tingling at the same time. I didn’t look back as I walked across the street then through the parking lot to my truck. I opened to door and jumped into the cab. I pulled the curtains shut and sat on the bunk. A long long period passed when finally I herd the door latch and then the door opened. His blond head appeared first as he climbed up into the cab. He sat on the seat while I sat glued to the bunk, virtually speechless, even as I recognized the nice tight young body in the cab of my truck with me. “So, do you know why I'm here” he asked as he dropped onto his knees, shuffling across the three foot gap between the seat and the bunk. “I'm here to fuck with a big burly trucker, 'cause I fuckin' love fucking around with married guys.” My cock was like a flag pole. This young guy was a little slut and there I was with him. He popped my cock out and started sucking. He put a hand up and pushed me back so I was laying on the bunk. He was sucking me and then propped one of my legs up on a shelf. I felt his finger probe my asshole. Oh this felt good. I was very close to cumin' when he stopped, got this his feet and returned to the seat. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. It feels great,” I replied. He then pointed to the picture in my cab asking “Is that your family?” I replied it was. He smiled saying it made him hot to see the family the people that trusted me to be faithful when I was out on the road. Then he got to his feet and shoved his erect cock in my face. “So, what do you want more? To be faithful to your family or to fuck around with me?” I grabbed his hips and put my mouth around his mushroom headed dick. I sucked him slowly but eagerly. Fuck he tasted good. I reached between his legs and poked my finger into his butt hole. It felt warm, wet and slimy. I popped his cock out of my mouth and looked up. He looked down at me “Relax, it's cum - from guys who fucked me earlier today. Yeah, I know I'm a slut. You should probably tell me to leave because I want to make you like me.” It was like I was hearing a rattlesnake warning but I became willing to dangle myself in its strike zone. My cock was throbbing as he told me to turn around. I was in a trance of lust as I complied. Turning around and getting on all fours on my bunk. I felt his mouth and tongue on my asshole. He was eating me, tonguing my ass, fingering me deeper and deeper. I felt him rise and he was obviously fumbling with something. Next, the picture of my family was floating down toward the bunk as he obviously threw it in front of me. At the same time, his cock started rubbing at my asshole. "Take a good look at them. You're not going to be able to stop fucking her. You're not going to be a good father if you take me in your hole, and you’ll be worse when you get home 'cause you know what you're going to do to your wife. Right?” My cock grew harder and was throbbing like never before. He knew I was super horned-up. “Tell me what you’ll do to your wife, even 'though you've let me fuck you.” I couldn’t deny what I was thinking any longer. "I’m going to continue fucking her, even though I have been fucked like this.” His cock slipped into my ass. It felt so good. He started pumping me faster and faster. Then my phone rang. He stopped “Answer it. I'll be quiet," he promised. I reached for the phone and answered it on speaker. He continued to fuck me slowly. “Hi, Honey, how are you?” the voice on the other end asked. “I'm great” I replied. I continued conversing as the guy steadily pumped my asshole. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. He bent down and whispered into my ear “If you really love her, hang up and I'll stop. If you tell her you love her I will cum into you - with all the risks of my unprotected slut-cock blowing its load in your hole.” It was like I reached a corner. I realized what I was looking for in the porn shop - a reason to never stop going there. “I love you babe. I miss you, and can't wait to see you,” I said to my wife as his steaming hot cum flowed deep inside of me. He reached down and hit the hang-up up button on my phone. "Tonight is your first night as a slut” he said just as the phone began to ring. I got dressed and went with him back to the porno shop as my phone continued to ring away. That night I didn’t just suck a couple of cocks: I pushed my ass to the hole and took all the fuckers I could. It occurred to me that I was not just delivering a load from Montreal to Chicago. I could be bringing a hot load back from my long hauls ... deep inside me.

I pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned hotel. Located near what used to be the airport, back in it's day one could rent rooms by the hour for rendezvous before heading into the city. Since the airport closed, so did the hotel. It was never a 5 star place to begin with and time has only made it more seasoned. I parked out back, though I'm not sure why. Barely able to contain myself, I started to knock on the door to room #8 but it was already slightly open, so I entered and locked it behind me. I heard a deep, growling voice from the room say, "Bend over the bed, bitch." By the time he said it, I was already taking off my clothes. It pays to be one step ahead. I felt a pair of strong, callused hands grab my hips as he shoved his cock into my hungry hole. I grunted loudly, then breathed through the pain. I didn't know his name or what he looked like - and to be honest, it doesn't really matter. Does it? He reached under me and stroked my already hard, throbbing cock. "What are you, bitch?" I couldn't really answer, I was to lost in lust. I couldn't think. He was so commanding, taking control of me as soon as I walked through the door! How could I not melt?! "I...............I don't know." He started to pound my ass harder. Deeper. Somehow, he was able to make sure I felt every inch of him. "Bullshit, bitch! What! Are! You!" I looked within myself for a moment and realized what he wanted - for me to be honest. For the first time, to be honest about what I am. Slowly I looked back at him, his face still hidden in the darkness of the room. "I'm a fucking whore. A cock chasing, cum lusting whore!" For being honest, he stroked my cock harder and faster. "You're a married man that came to a hotel room specifically to get fucked in the ass and get HIV - and trust me, you *will* get it" I gripped onto the headboard as I started to cum. I couldn't stop it. All I could do was grunt and moan while nodding. He reached under me with his other hand and gripped my balls tightly. "Say it!" Finally, I understood. "Yes! I'm a married man that came here to get ass fucked and become HIV positive!" With that he stroked me deep and held it. I screamed it again as I came hard, my body quivering. He shoved me down into my own cum as he started to throb deep inside of me. "What do you want to be, bitch?" As he came inside of me I found myself baring my soul. "I want to be an AIDS infected cock whore!" It was then that I heard the high pitched click of high heels on tile and a very familiar voice. She had fiery red hair and green eyes - and a wedding ring matching mine. She knelt down next to me and smiled. "And you *will* be, Charlie, I promise you." *To be continued*

I don't mind pestering a guy I want. There's this dumb chav on grindr; tall, lifts, drinks, smokes, fucks like a low iq Anglo should, brutal and unimaginative and relentless. I've bugged him into meeting about 5 or 6 times now and I've realised that the later the hour and the more bizarre the grammar becomes, the higher the chances that he'll weave his lazy muscled arse down the road to mine and bully my regularly used manhole for a good couple of hours at least- his stoopid, huffing, sweaty body picking up pace and force enough to literally rock the room we're in when he's pounding me doggy style on the bed (that's his nearly only position, lol- let me repeat: low iq Anglo). And I really kinda sorta slightly fucking hate him- he's rough, thick, monosyllabic, downright rude; I mean, he never talks to me like a human; he sort of barges past me when I answer the door, walking his cheap dirty trainers all over my carpet, goes into the kitchen where I quickly ask him to head, bends over to start rolling a joint on the counter and just orders me to pull down his trackies and lick his "Sweaty, hairy shithole." He actually says that- and does that- on our first meeting. He's a walking advert for toxic masculinity. He's like some sort of knuckle-dragger transplanted from the 20th century. He needs to learn to behave like a modern man. He's also much bigger than me and a bit scary to be quite honest, so I do what he says and "lick the gym out" of his "shitter". The boy fucks good, though, in his way- just over 6 foot and nearly thikk from his gym and soccer and all that boy stuff, he can be put in front of a raised hole and told to fuck it and the lad does what he's told. For ages. He seems pretty good at taking orders and criticism, his slow-witted face, his thick lips and square jaw pout a bit as his breeder cumbrain processes simple suggestions. I like using long words when I speak to him, just to watch his cheeks colour in anger at being too working class to comprehend what I'm saying and having to ask for clarification. So I'll have to turn around, stare into his blue eyes and say slooowly, "I want you to use your hand to rub my bell-end at the same time as you're fucking me, yeah?" A good thick, straight cock, nearly seven inches, big, low-hanging bollocks he seems too proud of in my opinion, all of it nearly bare, strangely, and a bit boyish looking compared to my own furry body, all of this I got the privilege of servicing as his "faggot cumdump". Yeah, he's big and fucking hot but he's also a homophobe, a racist, a sexist, and really fucking dumb. So I'm kind of planning what to do about that...

Last night I was horny as usual so I decided to throw an ad up offering a blow job to anyone who was stuck at work. A little after midnight I got a reply from a guy about 30 minutes away from me, saying he was working and "horny as hell". The stats sounded good, so I wrote back mentioning it would take me a few minutes to get there if he was cool with that. He replied he was, and gave me a general area of the city as his location. Normally this would be a warning sign of a time waster, but after doing Craigslist ads before that shut down I have developed rather a sixth sense for bullshit and something about this just said "nervous straight guy needing to get off". I got in the car and started down there, and after a short time he asked me how long until I got there. I replied that I thought I was about 20 minutes away, but with an address I could put it in the GPS and give him an exact time. He gave me an address of a place "close to where I am" and said to message him when I was close and he would guide me the rest of the way. I kept on, as I still had the feeling this was for real, but he was nervous. I got to the address he had given me and he replied saying if I felt like giving him a phone number to call it would be quicker. What he hell, I thought and gave my number. I started back down the street, and an unknown number called my phone. It was him, and I gave him the intersection I was at. "You just passed me, turn around and turn right on (side street." Alright, I was there and then he said "Um, turn into that first driveway, I'm actually in the fire station there." HOT DAMN! He instructed me to park next to a vehicle in the front parking lot, and he would be at a door between the 4 big bay doors on the front of the station. I got out of the car and saw a figure through the glass of the door. We saw each other and hung up. I was led into the garage where the fire trucks were and was still in disbelief at my luck. He was good looking from what I could tell as it was pretty dark in that part of the garage but hell I was going to suck off a fireman in the actual fire station so who cared what he looked like ha ha. We went towards the back of the garage, and after being cautioned not to trip on some fire hose on the ground we entered this emergency command center trailer thing. He shut the door almost all the way, so there was just as little sliver of light. He unzipped his blue work pants and fished out his dick, which was already hard. I got to work, and he laid back on this little counter thing and let me go at it. He was about 7 inches, cut and had one of those dicks where the head is a little bigger than the shaft. He lifted his shirt and grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. I played with his nips and felt around his chest and that seemed to do the trick. He put his hands on my head and jerked me up and down, kinda using my mouth as a fleshlight as I felt him up. After about 5 minutes he announced he was going to cum. I got 4 or 5 healthy squirts of sperm on my tongue, which I savored for a few seconds before I swallowed. I licked the drops off his dickhead until he was soft. "Thanks, that was what I needed." He zipped up and we went back to the door of the garage, and he thanked me again and I was soon back on my way. I sent him an email telling him I had really enjoyed it and if he ever needed head to hit me up. I hope he does.

I was at a house party Saturday night . Guess I was the feature bottom the most twisted anyway I remember 8 but had 10 marker lines on my far head and 22 on my ass cheeks . All in all good night .

J"erry began to worry when his phone hadn't rung by 4:30. He almost dialed Rod's number and then at 5:05 Jerry saw Rod's name in the phone as it range. Let it ring a few times. Don't be too anxious. Jerry feigned surprise at Rod's call. Rod said, "Man, uh, buddy, uh, Jerry could you come by the store?" Jerry replied, "Troubles?" Rod assured him it was not real trouble but he needed advice and uh some special juice. Jerry agreed to head to the store. Jerry felt sure he had Rod hooked. Now, he just needed to let him have a little rope and he wouold hang himself. Jerry took his time and that drove Rod crazy. The store had one customer when Jerry came in. "I'll be with you in a minute," Rod called. The minute the customer left Rod led Jerry to the back room to the pan for emptying the scrub bucket. It was much like a shower. Jerry played dumb. Rod had to ask for the piss. Jerry was happy, he had been saving it all day and felt as if he would explode. He even had asparagus for a late lunch at 4. The piss would be strong tasting and smelly. If Rod took it, he had him. If he turned away, Jerry would have to work harder to get that hot piece of hot ass to do whatever he wanted. Rod begged saying, "Please, Jerry, I really need it. Please." Jerry made him carry on for a while and then he whipped it out. Rod was thrilled. He knelt in the scrub bucket basin and said, "I really need it. I have been waiting all day." Jerry worked hard to start and stop the flow so as not to overpower Rod until he learned to take as fast as it flowed. Rod kept swallowing. Jerry kept pissing. Jerry thought it took forever for Rod to take it all. Rod licked his lips when the dick came out. Jerry said, "Well, you owe me a favor, Rod. Now suck this cock and swallow my cum, full of protein, you know." Rod looked confused, but took the dick and started sucking. It took a good 15 minutes and all the strength Jerry could muster to make the orgasm last so long. When, Jerry recovered he asked, "Was that a fair trade, Rod?" Rod agreed. He asked Jerry how he could get some piss in the morning. Jerry said that it would be tough as the piss has to be fresh. Jerry considered. OK, he thought. Can I get the piss again tomorrow? He asked Jerry the question. Jerry said, "Well, I guess so. Will we do it here again?" Rod agreed. But he asked Jerry to call first. Jerry waited for Rod to finish his closing routine and they walked part way home together. All the while, Jerry was scheming how to get into Rod's ass again. All the while, Rod was wondering how he could get Jerry to hurt his dick and fuck him. It seems to be a match made in heaven. Stay tuned for the next episode

Again with the labeling. There's countless forums for political expression outside this site without instantly alienating half our BB brothers and pitting them against each other for political entertainment. A little class amongst pigs please, and respect for the United States by not amplifying the dirty laundry of our political system on an International sex forum. Thank you.

Deep in my hole with his throbbing meat spewing his thick seed. I luv the slime feeling the feeling of being nothing more than a breeding bitch.💊👠

The only guys who I encounter who ever want to fuck with rubbers are young, DL guys with girlfriends. They are terrified of bringing anything home to the their girls. Usually, it isn't HIV they are worried about (especially since they will be topping me). They are worried about everything else that might expose them as a cheater.

I’m 19 and get hit on all the time by older men, some I would nothing to do with and some I can’t wait till they are fucking me. The one who fisted for the first time is over 70 and when he is around I can get into the sling fast enough. It’s not about the age but how you act.

I love arse... I trully love rimming and eating it. But bottom bloke here, no problem taking it, and I am proud to be a Bum Boy and service Tops with my ass.

I love pissing down a faggots throat just to remind it what a subhuman whore it is and let it know that I don't have any respect for it. Like all the other men, I'm just using the bitch. Difference is l don't pretend to think its anything but another cumdump.

Justin went home and drank one of the drinks and went to bbrt and opened it to kill some time. There was a note there in the first email, good work slt. You have been putting our supplies to good use and I have left you two rocks a bit larger then you have taken for your sweet boy pussy. I also left you more to drink, signed the letter D. Justin took a shower and cleaned out and up and then slide the two rocks in with some lube. He Rushed off to address the old man gave him in the text, it was ten blocks so Justin took and uber to make sure he got there on time. The house was really nice in an expensive area of town, it was a two story with a big front porch and an American Flag flying in the wind. Justin went up to the door and there was an envelope with a Large W on it. He opened it and read it. Whore, glad you made it and you are obviously on time or the note would have already been removed. You are to walk to the back of the porch and enter that door, there is a long string hanging on the door knob. Once inside you will find a blindfold. Please the blindfold on after you take your shoes off, Leave your shirt and shorts on. There is a bell on the stand, once you have the blindfold on ring it. Justin grabbed the bell and rang it and stood there blindfolded. The tall older man came up behind him and tightened the blindfold and grabbed both hands and used a zip tie to fasten them behind Justin's back. Even though he was entirely nervous about what was going to happen his mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting this guys ass again. The guy grabbed his neck and told him to walk and he steered Justin to the living room. Justin sensed he was not alone and the guy led him over to kneed and Justin did. The guy said "boys, you will find that sometime between women, while your girlfriend is on the rag or just not putting out you will need to services of a fag." I stumbled across this fag and he is not our service whore to use.." Michael you are first, pull your shorts down and stand in front of the fag, Michael wasted no time in standing there with no shorts and his dick hard already. The guy said open your mouth faggot, Justin did and the young guy slide his dick into Justin and it was big fuck, as long as his dads and (just thought the guy must have been their dad) but thicker. Justin sucked on that thick dick while the tall guy held his head and pushed it onto the big dick. The kid he was sucking began to moan and leak precum. Then the guy said that's a good start Michael, let your brother Breck have a turn. The other kid stood up and he too was rock hard but he did not wait, once Justin opened his mouth the shoved his dick and started to fuck Justin's throat as Justin gagged and slobbered all over the kids dick. Good Breck, show your brother what a fag is for. Breck fucked Justin's mouth violently and soon Justin vomited. Breck pulled off his dick out and Justin tried to catch his breath. He had not eaten anything so it was just bile and saliva. The other guy grabbed a towel and cleaned up Justin's face and then told the boys to get on the sofa on all fours and let the fag eat their holes. He pushed Justin forward and soon his mouth was at Michael's hole and he started to eat and lick. His hole was so smooth, hairless and tasted so good. The guy said, you like tasting my my grandsons hole? He just turned 18 and needs to learn that fags can be a service to straight guys. Eat his man hole fag whore. Justin ate and tongued the boys hole and Michael moaned and pressed back. Then the old guy grabbed Justin's head and took it and shoved it in Brecks ass and Breck pulled his ass apart so Justin could get in his 19 year old hole. He two was smooth and tasted even better. He pressed his ass back and said Eat my hole you nasty fag. Breck started to moan and call Justin a fucking whore, This went on for three to four minutes an then the kid said I am about to cum you cum whore, The other guy said Open your Fucking mouth slut and Breck began to fuck Justin's through and it only took four good thrust and he shot deep in Justin's throat. Justin was disappointed that he could not taste that huge load as it ran down his throat. He did get a taste of that young cum as his dick took one more pulse as the head rest on his tongue and Justin got to taste that thick rich cum. The kid saw the satisfaction on Justin's face and he said open your mouth fag and as Justin did he spit a huge wad of spit in his mouth. Swallow that you whore. Michael jumped up and fed Justin his cock and Justin sucked and licked and swallowed it and before loan the kid said I am gonna cum and Justin pulled back enough so his tongue could lick under the head and before long Michael shot a huge load in Justin's mouth and when Michael pulled out he savored hit before swallowing every last drop. Boys I know you are both gonna be ready to go again but let your grandfather have the whore and I will call text you when you can use him again. The boys both left the room and the older guy whispered in Justin's ear. You fucking whore, you are about to have three long term breeders use you as their cum dump several times a week. These boy need to learn what fags were brought into this world for. With that he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, his dick was hard this time. He seemed to get off on watching Justin service his grandsons. Open that slutty mouth of yours and suck on my man dick, you just let two boys fuck your mouth and you swallowed their cum now you need some man cum. The older guy guided his cock into Justin's mouth and Justin nursed and sucked his cock and the guy slowly guided more and more until he was fucking Justin;s throat again moaning. Fuck boy you really want my cum too don't you. I am going to unfasten your hands and you are not to touch yourself, only my dick, balls and legs. Understand boy? Justin said Yes Sir. The tall guy sat down on the sofa and had Justin come over and lick and suck on his balls while he jacked his dick. That's it fucking fag, after several minutes the older guy lifted his leg and told Justin to lick his hole. He worked his way down to the mans hole and he licked and tongued him and the older guy kept pulling his legs higher for Justin to get his tongue in deeper. He moaned and said fuck, if my ex wife had a mouth like yours I would have never divorced her. He spent the next twenty minutes servicing this mans hole and then he put his legs down and said get back on my dick boy. He text his grandsons to come in and when they did Justin was sucking on the big cock up and down and the guy pulled him off and told Justin to stand. He did and then he was ordered to drop his shorts which he did and he was in a Jock. He grabbed his neck and steered him into the room and when they arrive his hands were bound again. The older man got on the bed and told Justin to get on the bed and the two boys helped Justin get up and they had him straddle his grandfather and as Gramps lubed up his dick they lubed Justin's hole. The older guy told Justin it was time and he put his dick at the boys hole and then pressed him back some and Justin began to slide down on that long dick. He moaned and the guys said just like a cunt. Breck you are first, just like that porn its time to practice and with that the older guy pushed Justin all the way down on his dick and pulled him tight against his chest and Breck got up and lined his cock up at Justin's hole and pressed in roughly and Justin yelped and made a lot of nose. Breck was not gentle and he used the most uncomfortable angle to open Justin's hole. Granps told Michael to grab a towel and shove it in the boys mouth, he quickly did and the boys cries were muffled and Breck and Grandpa both fucked Justin till Breck lost his load deep in Justin and pulled out and Michael tried and Breck had to help guide his dick in and Michael only lasted a few minutes and shot his not a minute later Breck got back in and fucked and Grandpa shot his nut and Breck lost another in Justin. He told the boy today's lesson is over, we will have this fag back in a couple days. Don't tell your parents! With that they both got dressed and left. Justin laid there and the old guy came back in and said You are one hot fucking whore. Cum in your ass and stomach you love our dna don't you. Justin said Yes Sir. The old guy said, I am gonna take you back out to where you walked in. Once I get there the light will be shut off and I will unbind your hands. Do not move till I have left the room and when you leave go out just like you came in and speak to no one. Understand? Justin said Yes Sir.

Part 6 - Cruising for unprotected sex It was the mid 90s and I had not long turned 30. After many years of carefully practising safe sex, I was starting to fuck and be fucked without condoms more and more and I was really getting off on the risk. It felt like there was no safety net and I loved it. I had not heard the term barebacking at this time - it was referred to as "sex without a condom" or "unprotected sex" if anyone referred to it at all, which most people didn't. There seemed to be an assumption that everyone was playing safe and certainly all of my friends thought I was. They had no idea that even the phrase "unprotected sex" made my dick go hard. When I then started initiating sex without a condom I was surprised at how many guys were up for it - and especially surprised at how many guys who were in relationships seemed happy to cheat on their partners without protection. One hot summer night I was cruising on Hampstead Heath with my friend Alan from Scotland. I had been friends with Alan for ten years and when he came to stay with me in London we would sometimes go cruising. Alan had been with his partner for many years but he liked to stray now and then when he was away from home and the year before I had discovered that Alan sometimes fucked without a condom. We had a threesome with a blond lad we met in a pub in West London and both Alan and I had fucked the lad without a condom. The next morning Alan had admitted he got bored of always using condoms and we had ended up in bed together where I fucked him and came deep in his unprotected arse. Alan had told me he was horny when he arrived earlier that afternoon and and after a meal in a restaurant in West London, we decided to head up to Hampstead Heath. I had been really turned on watching Alan fuck the blond lad without a condom and even more turned on by that fact that Alan had offered me his arse and let me cum in him. I was very horny and looking forward to going cruising and I wondered if Alan would fuck without a condom again. We cruised around for a while and then I recognised a guy I had met before standing a little way back from the path. Matthew was in his late 20s, short, with dark, spiky hair and really fit body and arse. I had met Matthew and his partner a month or so earlier one Sunday lunch time in the same bar Alan and I met the blond lad. We had started chatting and it was clear they were up for a threesome. I liked both of them, but was especially attracted to Matthew - he had a great body and a really fit, slim arse. They told me that, although they had the occasional threesome and enjoyed sex with other guys, they only ever fucked with each other. Matthew's partner explained that they felt it was too much of a risk to fuck with other guys even with a condom, but indicated that they were happy for me to watch them fuck. I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to get to fuck Matthew, but the thought of watching him take his boyfriend's cock up his fit arse turned me on and soon we were on our way back to their flat. Soon we all had our pants down and Matthew went down and started sucking me as I kissed his boyfriend. Matthew sucked us both for a while and soon we were all naked on the bed and Matthew was sucking his boyfriend's cock with his arse in the air and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. I rimmed Matthew for a while and then we changed places and I felt Matthew's tongue up my arse as I sucked his boyfriend. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then Matthew knelt up on the bed and I watched as his boyfriend pushed his bare cock slowly but surely right up Matthew's arse. Matthew sucked my cock for a while as his boyfriend fucked him and then I pulled out his mouth and went round to watch them fuck. I could tell his boyfriend was close and soon I was watching as he thrust his cock hard up Matthew's arse and unloaded in him. I watched as he pulled his cock out and some cum slid out of Matthew's hole. I was very horny now and ready to cum and Matthew turned round and took my cock into his mouth. His boyfriend got up and said he was going for a shower. "I'll leave you to finish him off," he said to Matthew as he nodded to me with a smile and left the room. Matthew sucked me for a while and then, as we heard the sound of the shower, Matthew pulled his mouth off my cock and turned round, pushing his arse towards me. I was really surprised, but I didn't hesistate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed right up him, my cock sliding easily up his cummy hole. "We have to be quick," he said as I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him. I knew that wouldn't be a problem as I was already really close to cumming and I fucked him slowly at first and then began to fuck him harder. After about ten or twelve more thrusts I began to cum in his arse and just as I finished and pulled out, we heard the shower going off. We were sitting on the bed when Matthew's partner joined us with no idea that I had just fucked Matthew and dumped a load up his cheating arse. Matthew recognised me and grinned as he came towards us I introduced him to Alan and we chatted for a while. I asked where his boyfriend was and he said he was away visiting family. Alan and Matthew were obviously attracted to each other and soon we had moved off the path and into some bushes. Alan got his cock out first and Matthew went down on him and soon he was taking turns sucking us, alternating from one to the other. After a while, Matthew stood up, pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over to suck Alan's cock. His arse was now in the air and I went round and began to finger Matthew's arse. He was already lubed and he didn't even look round as I pushed my cock up him an began to fuck. Alan looked at me "Are you wearing a condom?" he asked. I shook my head and Alan grinned. I fucked Matthew for a while and then Alan took over and we took turns on him for a while - it was all very horny. I shot my load up Matthew's arse first and then Alan added his. When we had all pulled our pants up, Matthew said he was going to look for some more cock. Alan and I cruised round for a bit longer and soon Alan was cruising a fit black guy and I watched as they headed into the bushes. Alan motioned me to follow and I stood nearby and watched as the black guy unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his pants and Alan got down on his knees. The black guy seemed quite happy for me to watch as Alan began to suck his big cock. Alan sucked him for a while and then stood up and I watched as Alan fingered some lube into his arse and bent over. The black guy produced a condom, took it out and rolled it on to his cock. I heard Alan groan as the black guy pushed up his arse and I had a great view as they began to fuck. I was just thinking that the only thing that would make this hornier was if they were fucking without a condom when Alan pulled off the guy's cock and stood up. He said something to the black guy and the black guy nodded. I watched as the black guy pulled the condom off his cock and Alan bent over again. The black guy stood behind him and pushed his cock back up his arse - now without a condom. He began to fuck Alan harder and I could hear Alan grunting as the black guy pounded his now unprotected arse. I could tell the black guy was getting close and I heard him panting "Can I cum in your arse, mate?" and seconds later his head went back and he pushed his cock hard up Alan's arse and held it there. When he had finished cumming. the black guy pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeared. Alan looked over his shoulder and grinned at me. Seconds later I was standing behind him and my cock was up his arse. I began to fuck him and before too long I was adding my load to the black guy's. On our way back up to the path we saw Matthew again, leaning up against a tree being fucked by a stocky blond guy. It was a really horny experience and I was especially turned on by the fact that both Matthew and Alan were not only cheating on their partners but were letting total strangers fuck them without protection and load them up. I had another very horny experience later that summer when I was staying with a couple of friends in Hamburg. I had known Udo and Steffen for a few years and had stayed with them a few times. Of all my friends, they were the most committed to safe sex and they were both heavily involved in gay men's health campaigns and the promotion of the safe sex message. They had quite an open relationship, and although I had never fucked with either of them, we had gone cruising together in a club in Hamburg a few times and I had seen them both enjoy sex with other guys, always, of course, using condoms. Udo was in his mid 40s and Steffen was, like me, in his early 30s. On the Friday night Udo was working night shift and was getting ready to go out. Earlier on Steffen had asked me if I fancied going cruising at the Stadtpark with him later that night and Udo had said he wished he could come with us and told us to have fun but play safe! We both said we would and Udo went off to work. Later on Steffen and I got ready to go cruising and as I showered, I began to play with my cock. I wondered if I would get some time to myself - I really wanted to fuck some arse and possibly get fucked myself- preferably without a condom - and I knew that for this to happen I would probably need to lose Steffen at some point. When we were both ready Steffen asked me if I was up for a change in plan. He told me he knew of a much more interesting cruising ground outside Hamburg and asked me if I fancied giving it a try instead of the Stadtpark. I nodded and he grinned. "Great," he said and then, slightly to my surprise, he added "We dont need to tell Udo." Soon we were on the Autobahn heading out of Hamburg. Steffen drove for a while on the Autobahn and then exited onto another road and a little later I saw a sign for a picnic area up ahead and soon we were pulling into a layby set well back from the road. There were a lot of cars in the car park and quite a few guys heading into the bushes and soon I was following Steffen into the woods. It was a beautiful warm summer's night and I could smell aftershave and cigarette smoke somehow this made me even more horny. A couple of guys greeted Steffen and I guessed that this was probably a regular haunt of this when Udo was working night shift. We cruised around for a while and then headed over to a car which had a crowd of guys round it. Quite a few of the guys had their pants down and were playing with themselves and each other as they watched whatever was going on. We moved closer and I saw that a young blond guy was kneeling on the driver's seat being fucked from behind by an stocky older guy. Near by a couple of guys were being sucked and I knew this was going to be a good night. Steffen and I watched as the guy fucking the blond lad shot his load and pulled out, pulling a condom off his cock and throwing it on the ground. The guy standing next to him stepped up and pushed his cock up the blond lad - without a condom. I looked at Steffen, who shook his head, looking disapproving. I was really turned on, especially as after a short time the guy came up the blond lad's arse and pulled out and another guy pushed up him without a condom and began to fuck. Nearby a young Turkish lad was being fucked against a tree, and I was fairly sure that the guy fucking him wasn't using a condom either..... Steffen said he was going to take a walk into the woods and asked if I would be alright here for a while. He told me not to wander too far away from this area as I might get lost and said would come back for me in a while. I was well happy - my cock had been hard in my pants for some time and I couldn't wait to get in on the condom-free action which seemed to be going on all around me. I watched the action for a while - the blond guy was now being fucked by another guy and there was a queue of guys waiting to fuck him. I guessed that not many of them were planning to use a condom. I wandered around for a while and then I got cruised by the young Turkish guy I had seen being fucked earlier on. Another, older guy was cruising him too and soon the three of us were in the bushes. The Turkish lad sucked us both for a while and then stood up. He stood up, and turning around, he pulled his pants down and bent over. The older guy motioned to me to go first and I pushed my cock up the Turkish lad's arse. I knew I wouldn't last very long but I really needed to cum so I fucked the Turkish lad as the older guy fingered my arse and before too long I was shooting a nice big load of cum right into his arse. I pulled out and the other guy took over. I was feeling great, I was still very horny and I knew I would have no problem being able to cum again and I decided to cruise around and see if I could get a few loads up me before Steffen came back. I joined a group of guys wanking and sucking nearby and soon my pants were down and I was in the middle of the action. A young nerdy guy with glasses was the first to bend over and take a cock up his arse and a few minutes later I was bent over being fucked beside him. The guy fucking me was not wearing a condom and when he shot his load up me another guy took over and then another. I ended up being fucked by five or six guys in quick succession - only one of them used a condom and at least three of them shot their cum into me. I decided it was time to move on. The nerdy guy was still bent over being fucked and a fit, mid 30s blond guy was now bent over next to him. I needed to cum now and when the guy fucking him pulled out, I went up the nerdy guy and shot my load up him almost immeditely. I was drained now and ready to call it a night. I looked around but there was no sign of Steffen so I decided to go and look for him. I walked deeper into the woods, fairly confident I could find my way back if I needed to. A few guys were headed in the same direction and I assumed that this path led to another cruising area. After a very short time I came to an area with picnic tables and, if anything, this area seemed to be even busier. A number of guys were bent over being fucked over the picnic tables and it didn't take me long to realise that one of them was Steffen. He was being fucked hard by an older guy and several others were standing around him wanking and I knew instinctively that Steffen was being fucked without a condom. I moved closer and watched as the guy fucking him pulled his bare cock out Steffen's arse and another guy took his place. As the second guy pulled out, a tall thin guy with glasses took over and fucked Steffen and before long he was obviously cumming deep in his arse. When he pulled out a load of cum spurted out of Steffen's arse. I was genuinely shocked - but very turned on. I watched at three more guys fucked and loaded Steffen and then Steffen stood up and I thought I had better make my way back to the car park area - I didn't want Steffen to know I had been watching him. Steffen joined me a short time later and we made our way to his car. He asked if I had enjoyed myself and I told him I had a great time. He grinned and soon we were driving back to the flat where we had some supper and went to bed. The next morning I got up and Steffen was making breakfast in a T shirt and boxer shorts. I had always thought Steffen had an attractive arse, and I couldn't help wondering just how many loads he had taken up him the previous night. Just then Udo came in and as we sat down to breakfast he asked us if we had enjoyed ourselves at the Stadtpark. We both said yes and both assured him we had played safe. Later that year I was back in Hamburg with my friend Michael and a group of his friends spending a long weekend at the Christmas markets. I enjoyed the company very much although I only knew a few of them - some of the others I had met and one of two I didn't know at all. I was the only one who knew Hamburg well and soon I had become the unofficial tour guide. On the Saturday afternoon, most of them were going shopping in the town centre but one of the guys, Paul, said he wanted to visit the St Pauli football shop and asked me if I wanted to go with him. I had got talking to Paul the night before and we had discovered that we had quite a lot of interests in common including German football. I liked him a lot and, as his partner was not into football and was intending to go shopping with the others, I was happy to take him up on his offfer and we set off for the football ground, stopping for lunch together on the way. We got on well and I liked his sense of humour, which was very similar to mine. Paul was the same age as me, dark haired and quite slim with glasses and, as well as enjoying his company, I found him quite attractive. We visitied the football ground and both bought some merchandise and as we came out the stadium, Paul asked me if the Reeperbahn was nearby. The Reeperbahn was a fairly notorious area of sex shops, cinemas and other dubious establishments and, although I had not been there for a while, I had enjoyed a few visits there in the past. I told Paul it was just down the road and he said he would be interested to see it. We had plenty of time before we were due to meet the others and so we headed down there. The Reeperbahn was not quite as seedy as I remembered it, but it was still packed with sex shops, cinemas and live shows and I could see that Paul was enjoying the experience. He asked if I knew of anywhere interesting to go and told me he had always wanted to visit a sex cinema. I admitted I knew a good sex shop and cinema but said I had not been there fora while and couldn't say what it was like now. Paul was keen to visit it and soon we were in the sex shop browsing around and after a while Paul suggested we visit the cinema. "You only live once!" he said. We paid our money and soon we were being buzzed through into the cinema. I could tell Paul was a bit nervous and he took hold of my arm as we stumbled into the darkness of the cinema. After a while our eyes got used to the darkness and we went for a walk around. There were two cinemas - a large screen and a smaller one and then a load of video cabins and some cubicles with glory holes. Paul's eyes lit up. "Glory holes!" he said and added "I've always wanted to try them." We cruised around for a bit longer. The place was not very busy but a few more guys had come in now and, though most were much older than we were, a few younger guys had now come in. After a while, Paul suggested going back to the cabins with the glory holes. There was nobody about and Paul looked at me. "Do you want to try it?" he asked. I wasn't sure quite what he meant but he opened one of the cabin doors and indictated me to go into the next one. Paul had been flirting with me quite a bit during the afternoon and I wondered just what he had in mind as I went in and shut the door and then looked through the hole. Paul looked through at me and grinned and then I heard him stand up and I heard the sound of a belt buckle. I looked through again and saw Paul's trousers and pants coming down and a moment later his hard cock pushed through the hole. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him and I heard him groan on the other side of the partition. He had a really nice big cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking him. After a while he pulled back and indicated to me to push mine through the hole. I pushed my cock through the hole and into his mouth and soon I was enjoying an amazing blow job. Paul sucked me for a while and then pulled off. I looked through the hole and saw that Paul was now sucking a cock which had been pushed through the other hole. He saw me looking and motioned to me to come and join him and soon I was in the cubicle with him. Paul sucked the cock for a while and then I took a turn then the cock was pulled back and Paul stood up and pushed his cock through the hole again. When he pulled back, I looked through the hole and saw it was one of the younger guys on the other side - a good looking, slightly chubby blond guy. I pushed my cock through and let him suck me for a while and then Paul took another turn. He pulled me towards him and soon I was standing behind him as he got sucked through the hole. He turned round and kissed me and soon my hand was on his arse, and my finger was pushing between his cheeks and soon I was fingering his hole. Paul pulled back from the hole and bent over to look through it, giving me an excellent view of his hairy arse. He then turned round and pushed his arse against the hole. He sighed and I assumed he was being rimmed. Then he grunted and moved forward and I saw the cock pusing up his arse through the hole. I was really turned on now, especially as I could see that that Paul was being fucked without a condom. Paul moved forward and leant against the other wall, giving me a great view of the big bare cock thrusting up his arse. Paul pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I reached for his cock and began to wank him as the guy began to fuck him harder and then Paul bent lower as the guy began to thrust even harder up his arse, and from the noises he was making I coudl tell he was cumming deep in Paul's arse. Paul straigthened up and pulled away from the hole and I saw the guy's cock being pulled back through the hole. Paul kissed me again and then turned round and bent over the little shelf at the back of the cubicle. I didn't hesitate - I pushed my cock into his cum filled arse and began to fuck him. I didn't last very long and as I shot my cum into his arse, Paul shot his out in front of him. Paul looked at me as we pulled up our pants a little later "I won't tell anyone if you don't!" he said with a grin. A short time later we joined the others for a drink and I watched Paul chatting to his partner - another guy with no idea that his boyfriend's cheating arse was loaded with cum. Part 7 to follow

I’m going to give this another try and see what happens… ———— I was beat when we got back into town so I told Louis that I was just going to go home. He nodded and headed towards his place. I got home just after sunset and kicked back on the couch, a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. I loved the smell wafting off my body - sweat and cum was the best cologne a guy could have as far as I was concerned. I finished off the joint and rubbed my fingers through my beard. Parts of it were crusty from the dried cum in it. I relived the afternoon’s events and picked up my phone. “Did u leave a big 1st load in Ben or did he have one in already?” was the text I sent to Louis. A few minutes later I got a message back “loaded or a lot of lube, not sure.” I thought about it a bit and the loads I tasted sure didn’t taste like lube. I started to wonder who bred him before we got there. Did they know he was going to get fucked after? Did he taste our loads after we left Ben? There seemed to be more to Ben than just a lonely, horny, queer farmer. In the end I was happy that Ben’s sex life wasn’t just the occasional random hookup. I didn’t hear anything from Louis the next week or over the following weekend. By the next Wednesday I was concerned and sent off a message “up 4 a beer?” A couple hours later I got a response - “love to. not today. mañana?” I replied - “Sure. Where?” “Chaps? 6pm?” Louis answered. I was surprised that he wanted to meet there but I wasn’t going to argue and sent back “ok.” I got home from work and changed into a different pair of jeans that weren’t covered in mud. I pulled on a tank top and grabbed some leather wrist bands. I walked into Chaps just before six and said ‘Hi’ to the guys I knew before getting a beer and sitting down at the bar. About five after, the door creaked open and in walked Louis. Right behind him was one of his co-workers that I’d seen at the Spoke & Spike several weeks before. It was the one that I had hooked up with. Louis came up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I could feel he had something under his t-shirt. I guessed that he was now out to his co-worker, but the guy still seemed surprised at the long, deep kiss. After we swapped some spit, Louis called over the bartender and ordered a couple beers. While the bartender was drawing the pints, Louis said “So, Brandon here says that I should watch out for you… that you’re just a hookup guy. Oh, he says you get a bit rough, too.” I saw Brandon blush. It was nice to know his name, finally. “Well, Brandon. It kind of depends how I meet the guy. A guy I meet on an app looking to suck and swallow I treat differently than someone I meet in a non-sexual place” I replied. The beers arrived and I saw the bartender smirk. I wasn’t sure how much Louis had told Brandon about our relationship, so I was being careful with what I said. Brandon took a sip of his beer and looked back at me, unsure what to say. “If I get a bit too rough, I expect a guy to tell me, not bitch about it later. I’m not one of those guys that expects the bottom to take whatever I give. But, unless you say something, I don’t know. I gathered you didn’t like our hookup since you ignored me the next time I messaged you” I said. If Louis didn’t know that Brandon and I had hooked up before, he did now. “He can be a gentle puppy too” Louis said with a laugh. I turned to Louis and said “You can be an aggressive bastard when you want.” He smiled and nodded in reply. I could tell that Brandon was a little confused. He obviously knew that Louis and I had fucked and probably more than once. I turned to Brandon and asked “So which was it? Was I too rough or was there just no chemistry for you?” Brandon stared back at me. I could tell he didn’t want to have this discussion in front of Louis, but I didn’t care. If he came here with Louis and knew that we would meet, then any topic should be fair game. “Maybe we should head to the back and find a table” I suggested. We went to the back side of the bar to one of the tables against the wall. We were out of view of the door and most of the other customers. A few tables down my bud Stoney had his boy kneeling at his side in just a jockstrap while he talked to a few other friends. At the bar two other guys were aggressively kissing each other and one had his hand down the back of the other’s low cut jeans, fingering his hole. I could tell that Brandon was a little uncomfortable seeing the blatant displays of gay sexuality around us. “I’m still waiting for an answer, Brandon” I said after taking a sip of my beer. Louis was now staring at him too, waiting for his response. I leaned in and Louis quickly did the same. I said “It’s just between us… I won’t say anything or think less of you. I just want to know so I don’t scare off any more sexy guys, like you.” Brandon looked at me and then at Louis and then back at me. He swallowed hard and then said quietly “I was fuckin’ scared. I don’t hookup with many guys and you just seemed to use me as a fuck toy.” “Brandon, I’m sorry. You seemed to enjoy sucking my dick… Most guys that don’t have much experience freak out at the piercing and you didn’t. As I said, if a guy gets too rough with you, you need to tell them. Hookups are different than Stoney and his boy Chris over there. Chris has spent a while getting trained and knows he should do anything that Stoney says and take it no matter how hard things get, knowing that Stoney will respect his limits. On a first time meet, you need to tell a guy if you don’t like where things are going. Shit, I face fucked you and pounded that tight ass of yours and didn’t get a whimper or complaint. I thought you liked it” I said. Louis’ eyes got big and I could tell he was imagining what Brandon and my fuck was like. He wrapped his arm around Brandon’s shoulder and smiled, giving him one of those “been there, done that” wordless acknowledgements. “Just remember to say something from now on, ok? Friends?” I said, raising my glass. It seemed to shock Brandon that I was so nonchalant about the whole thing. We clinked our glasses together and took a drink. “Uh… I did like it, but I had never done anything like that before. I guess most of my sex has been pretty tame compared to you” Brandon said, staring into his glass. “Dude, you have to try new shit. Figure out what you like and what you don’t. Hell, before I met Ryan I thought I was straight” Louis said, laughing hard afterwards. Brandon was shocked hearing Louis’ comment, but a smile slowly came over his face. I think he had found someone he could relate to and it wasn’t me. We continued to talk, but not about Brandon’s and my fucked up hookup or my meetings with Louis. Well, not until he told Brandon about meeting me here and how turned on he was about the guys in leather. Brandon laughed and he said that he had watched a lot of porn and thought guys in leather either looked really hot or really cheesy. Louis smiled and then grabbed the sides of his t-shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. I grinned, looking at Louis standing there in just his leather harness, jeans and boots. His chest hair had fully grown back in, the left side full sleeve tattoo looked really good and I could see the fresh outline of the beginnings of his right side ink. Brandon’s eyes bugged out but then he licked his lips. I’m not sure if he ever had thought of Louis in a sexual way but I knew he was now. So did several of the other bar patrons and I heard a few catcalls. Louis had set the tone for the rest of the evening and I was proud of him being so… confident. I pulled off my t-shirt off and tucked it in the back of my jeans. “Well?” I asked looking at Brandon. It took a few moments and then Brandon caught my drift. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his t-shirt off too. I had forgotten how good Brandon looked. He wasn’t muscled, but his thin body was nicely shaped. His hair was cut short and faded to nothing as it got to his ears. His pale skin was devoid of any decoration but he had a little fur on his pecs and a thicker line down the center that got wider as it passed his navel. His nipples were the “small but with hard eraser nubs” kind that felt good under my tongue and were easy to nibble on. I remembered that he had a nice bulge in his pants of the “show’er” variety that got thick and hard instead of growing longer. We gazed back and forth, checking each other out while we finished our beers off. I got up and went to the bar, ordering another round. When I came back with Louis and Brandon’s beers, I put my hand on Brandon’s shoulder as I reached around to set his beer down. I took the long route and rubbed the cold glass over each of Brandon’s nipples with the beer in my left hand. I could hear him moan and saw him close his eyes. I leaned in and let my beard brush over his shaved face while my right hand wrapped around his body and I pulled him tight to my chest. “See, I can be soft, too” I whispered in his ear. I set the beer down and slipped back to the bar and got my beer and the change. Louis and Brandon were talking but stopped as soon as I got back to the table. We chatted and scoped out each new bar patron, comparing how each of us liked them. As we finished the third beer, Brandon looked at me and said “Did you really want to meet up with me again after that first time?” I furrowed my brow and looked over at Louis, wondering where this was going, but got nothing but a slight smile. “Of course. You’re hot, gave good head and seemed to like a hard fuck. That’s what I look for… in a hookup” I replied, with an emphasis on the hookup part. “I… Uh…” and then Brandon gave a long pause with both Louis and I staring back at him. “Uh… I have never done a three way” Brandon said. “With guys or girls” he continued. His head swiveled back and forth between Louis and I. “Do you two want to show me how?” Brandon finally asked.

From the look in Ben’s eyes I could tell that Louis was now inside him. With the lack of movement, Louis was probably letting him get used to his cock before the real fucking would begin. My mouth met Ben’s and I began kissing him and a moment later Louis started rolling his hips. I couldn’t tell if Ben was whimpering into our kiss or if it was short moans. I ended the kiss and worked my way down his body - licking, biting, kissing, sucking on whatever I found. Of course, I reached my goal when I had Ben’s rock hard cock in my mouth. I played with his cock, tugged on the ring with my teeth, licked his balls and sucked it down to the base. As Louis got into more of a rhythm, I let Ben fuck my mouth with Louis’ thrusts. It didn’t take long before I realized that Ben was doing most of the work - fucking my throat and then fucking himself on Louis’ shaft. I decided to let Louis take him all the way so that I’d have a nice creamy hole to fuck. Louis would let Ben ride his cock for a few minutes and then start pounding to meet Ben’s backward thrusts. They did that cycle a few times. Ben’s pierced cock would punch into my throat and I would squeeze as hard as I could around it as he pulled back. Louis started drilling harder and I reached back, cupping his balls. They felt heavy, but it was only temporary. The harder he fucked, the harder it was to hold on to his nut sack. I felt it start to tighten up and I knew Louis was almost there. “FUUUCCKKK!!!” growled Louis as he slammed in one more time, planting Ben’s cock into my throat again. I could feel Louis’ body shake from the orgasm and it transmit through Ben’s body. Louis pulled back and rammed in again, surely shooting another few ropes of pearly white cream into Ben’s gut. I felt Ben’s cock start to throb in my mouth so I pulled back a bit to feel his cock spray the inside of my mouth with his load. I sucked the last bits of cum out of Ben’s dick and stood up. Both Ben and Louis were breathing heavy and Louis was still planted inside Ben’s hole. I gave them a few moments to come down from the rush and then said “I hope you’re up for more.” Ben nodded and I moved around behind him. Louis’ cock plopped out and I could see the sheen of cum covering it. My cock slid easily into Ben’s chute. I only got halfway in when Ben started pushing back. I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around him and thrust the rest of the way in. My hips started rocking and my cock was sliding in and out of Ben’s very sloppy hole. I wondered if all of that cum was Louis’ or if Ben had gotten bred earlier too. Based on his eagerness to get fucked, I kind of doubted that Ben got fucked as much as he wanted, but you never know. Sluts come in all shapes and sizes and from anywhere in the world. After a few minutes of fucking Ben upright with my chest against his back, I bent him over. Louis caught on and took his place feeding his sperm covered shaft to Ben’s mouth. Ben did have a good ass to fuck and he was good at using his ass muscles to show his appreciation. I rested my hands on Ben’s hips and picked up the pace. I love the sound when a cock plows into a well bred hole and with the background noise of the birds chirping, the rushing water from the creek nearby and the sun beating down on us it was a beautiful day. I kept varying the speed of my strokes and occasionally grinding my hips on Ben’s lightly furred ass. I wanted this to last a long time but eventually the sensations took me to the point of no return. I put my hands on Ben’s shoulders and pulled back a bit, taking him off Louis’ cock. The thrusts got harder and slower as my balls churned away. I planted my cock in deep and let it roar. The spurts were strong and plentiful. I moaned as the shots kept coming until finally they started to fade. I pulled Ben the rest of the way up and when my chest stopped heaving I kissed the back of his neck and said “Thanks, Ben.” Louis moved back in and began kissing Ben while working his nips. A minute later Louis looked at Ben and said “Want some more?” I chuckled and thought of Louis as the energizer bunny. Apparently he had gotten fucked too much lately and his cock wanted equal time. I pulled my softening cock out of Ben’s ass and Louis guided Ben over to the truck. Ben bent over the back of the truck with no further help. I guessed that he had fucked like this many times before. Seconds later, Louis was plowing back into Ben’s pussy. I stood back and watched Louis fuck Ben and my cock quickly got hard again. I stroked my cock and then licked the cum off my hand. I kept watching Louis fuck Ben and wished once again I had a video camera capturing the action. I moved a bit and got a different angle, which was just as hot. I realized that I liked watching Louis fuck other guys. It wasn’t as good as when we fucked, but it was a close second. I moved again, getting closer to the bikes. I picked up my leather jacket and then moved back behind the pickup truck and laid my jacket down on the ground. I wanted my next fuck to be missionary so I could look into Ben’s eyes as I fucked and bred him. The coat would provide a little cushion from the hard dirt. Louis didn’t last as long as the first time and I heard him start to grunt. Ben yelled out “Fuck yeah!” as Louis buried his cock into him and added another load of cum. I stood there waiting for them to stand up and pull apart, but Louis just laid there on Ben’s back holding him tight. “Ahem” I said and they both turned to me with big smiles on their faces. They stood up and I told Ben “Over here, on your back.” Ben gave me a nod, laid down on my jacket and pulled his legs back. I pushed my jeans down until they were bunched up above my boots and kneeled down. I pushed him back further and then licked around his cummy hole. His thighs were coated in cum and I mopped it up with my beard before I dug my tongue into his hole. There was a lot of cum in there and the taste was heavenly. As much as I wanted to eat Ben’s ass for hours I needed to fuck him again too. I lowered him back down and my cock slipped into his hungry hole. Once I bottomed out, Ben wrapped his legs around me and I started to piston his cunt. My face was inches away from Ben’s and our eyes were locked. I fucked harder and then slower, mixing up all of the seed inside him. I tried forcing my cock to rub against his prostate and once I got the right angle, Ben’s cock started oozing precum. “Oh god yeah… just like that… oh fuck… harder, sir… OH FUCK… I’m gonna cum” Ben said. The expression on his face told me he was trying not to cum. I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for permission or if he felt as a bottom he shouldn’t cum. I don’t think a guy should ever deny himself an orgasm during sex, so I nodded at him and said “Do it, boy. Cover us with your load.” As soon as I said it, I felt Ben’s cock pulse between us and a few spurts hit my beard. His sphincter spasmed around my cock and I started dumping more of my jizz into his gut. After we both finished shooting, I laid down on top of Ben, so that I could coat my torso with his sweat and cum. I leaned in and kissed him before leaning back and pulling out. I stood up and saw Louis with his cock in his hand, stroking, and wondered if he had any more cum to shoot. I reached down and pulled Ben to his feet. “Holy shit. That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had” Ben said. Louis and I were both nodding. While I’ve had hotter ones they weren’t way better and it had been a while. Ben was a great fuck who knew how to work his ass and mouth and was really fun to be with. It was nice to see Louis start to get more assertive, too. I pulled up my jeans and then pulled both Louis and Ben in for a long three way kiss. The sun was dipping lower in the sky and I knew we needed to start on our way home. “Thanks, Ben. I’m glad we could meet up. I’d love to do this again some time” I said after we separated. Ben reached down and picked up his shorts and then my jacket. “Definitely. You have my number” Ben replied. Louis slapped Ben’s ass and ended up covering his hand with cum. He laughed and licked it clean. Ben pulled his shorts on and then slipped back into his work boots. Louis and I went back to our bikes and put our shirts on and I put my jacket back on. I knew we both smelled of cum, but it was going to make the ride back home more enjoyable. “See ya around” I said as I hit the starter. Louis followed suit and we headed back to the highway. When we stopped for gas I’m sure people thought I was crazy with the huge grin I had on my face. It was one of those hookups that turns out perfect in every way.

Part 1 It started as a normal day- I was hornier than usual but had work all day. I got into my office, my co-worker was out which means it was just me doing administrative work all day. I worked quickly through the morning, bored and alone. My horny mind started to take over and I found myself logging on to Grindr. A few of the usual guys in the area messaged me. Vanilla and boring, nothing of note. A bit about me- I was 30 at the time with classic boy next door looks and personality. Slim with brown hair and eyes, a seven inch cock and I'm 5'11". To all who knew me I was a hard-working guy who was going on wholesome dates. Behind closed doors, I was all about cock. hooking up whenever I could- I had started partying three years earlier and loved to get cloudy, however I hadn't partied in few months and it wasn't much on my mind. However... A new face popped up in the Grindr feed. He was hot. He had brown hair and an intense look about him. his body was amazing, not too muscular but definitely worked out. I was intrigued. His profile mentioned getting wild and I knew I had to message him. He responded immediately and we were back and forth for awhile. I learned he was on his way to a city an hour away to have a wild weekend with a buddy. I asked him what "wild" meant to him. and he said he was going to part and fuck all weekend long. I instantly felt my cock harden under my desk. "Fuck" I replied "I wish I could join you but I have work". I sent him more pics of me and he then said how much he wanted me. He asked if I slammed. I said "No, just smoking... but have recently started watching slam vids- It intrigues me but I don't think I would." He told me he would love to meet up with me and asked if i could host. I told him I can host but have to work- he asked where I work and I told him. He got quiet for a bit and I thought I'd lost him. I got back to work for a few minutes and then right before lunch got a new message from him: "Hey- I'm in the parking lot, come out and say hi" I was surprised to say the least- I hadn't invited him to come here, hadn't even given him the address, he must have figured it out from me telling him where. I couldn't leave work but it was time for my lunch break- I could go say hi. He was going to his friends, maybe if we had a spark we could meet up another time. So I nervously went out to the parking lot to meet him. I got in his car and he drove to a far shaded corner of the lot. He was even hotter in person- I wanted him. I told hime I only had a few minutes- and he said how hot he thought I was, how he wanted me to take him to my house and have a weekend of fun with him. I reminded him I had work till 5 and asked about his plans. "honestly, my bud will understand if i can't make it, I want you bad. we can party all weekend- I have supplies." He said as he pulled out a baggie of T. He pulled me to him an started to make out with me. his kiss was so intense, so powerful. I was under his thrall. He brought a finger to my mouth and had me suck it. then went back to kissing me. Next, his fingers were reaching down my pants and arriving at my hole. He pushed in, my muscle giving way to the intrusion. as he fingered me I started to feel a burning sensation and realized the finger i sucked had been dipped into the baggie. I started to moan as the T settled into my hole. I pushed him off me telling him "This feels amazing- but I have to get back to work." He said "okay- but i'm gonna wait in the parking lot for 15 minutes in case you change you mind. I reminded myself to get a grip and get back to work. I pulled myself from the car and headed back into the office. as i got back to my desk the T was making me hornier and hornier. I tried to turn my attention to work but couldn't and I went to the bathrooms where i pulled down my pants and breifs, looking at myself in the mirror as i jerked my cock and started to feel my hole. after a minute of this i knew what i must do. I pulled my self together and went back to my desk. Heart beating fast I picked up the office phone and called my boss. "Henry, I'm not feeling well at all- I'm gonna take off and get home" he was very understanding as I was never one to call out. Once off the phone, I opened grindr and sent my new friend a message: "I'm so horny now, that T felt so good- I just called out the rest of the day- Take me home, please. I want this" End of part 1

As I looked around the dance floor, I spotted a young couple, one Asian and one white boy that seem to fit what I was looking for. They must have taken E and rolling hard since they were rubbing their hands all over while barely standing on their feet. White boy was a muscular jock type and Asian boy was tall and slim. I started to move towards them. E must have been too strong for the skinny Asian boy since he was rolling really hard and he almost fell to the floor. His white boy held him up and was rubbing his back when I got nexto to them. That's when I overreacted to push of crowd behind me and ran into them. White boy's hands were conveniently grabbing Asian boy's ass as I ran into them and I felt his hands brushing on my cock before all three of us lost balance. White boy was sober enough to regain his balance but the Asian almost fell before I grabbed him. This gave me a perfect chance to talk to the white boy. "Is he okay? Too much E?" "No he's just a light weight. I only gave him a half." "Well, it must be a good stuff. By the way, my name is Julio." "I am James and this is Christian" With that the Asian boy lifted his hand and head up to say hi then quickly fell between us again. He was really high and his eyes were rolled up when he tried to open them. This boy was going to be so easy but the problem was his boy friend. He seemed strong and confident that it would take a bit more effort to control him. "His body is hot. I think he needs to sit down and drink water. Come with me." I took the Asian boy from the white boy and walked through the crowds towards the benches farthest away from the bathroom. This was necessary to execute my plan. I am a 6'4' 200lbs with dark brown skin so I stood out a bit in this club. When we got to the bench, I pulled off Asian boy's shirt before I set him between us. I told James that Christian needs to cool down a bit. I took out a small bottle of gel lube and poured a little on Christian's chest and told James to rub it over. While James was busy with his task, I took out a rock and shoved it into Christian's hole and pushed it deep with my finger. Then I kept my finger in there and massaged his inside. I can see that was making him feel really good as he started to gyrate on my finger and moan, his nipples and his penis were getting hard. Christian was ready for his role already. Now I needed to work on James but I needed help. I pulled my finger out of Christian's hole and he whined a little. 'Don't worry boy, you will be filled and ripped as much as you want later,' I walked to the front door and chatted with the bouncers a bit. One of the bouncer's cousin was hanging out with them and they asked me to babysit him a bit. He's only 18 byt he was tall and thick. His name was Leo and as we talked I found out that we share more in common like both poz and both love to convert young boys. And we both like to take total control. Some black boys are just so big. As we walked back to James, I gave him another pill of E and bought drinks, two juices and two water and poured some G in the juice. Christian was still passed out on the seat and James was rolling as well. I moved Christian to the side so Leo and I could sandwich James. I poured my special gel lube on my both my hands and pushed one hand on Christian's butt and pushed two fingers into his hole with more Tina. I wrapped my other arm over the shoulder of James and reached for his nipple to play with. Leo did the same thing and played with the other nipple. James was not a small kid with 6' and 160 lbs but next to us, he seemed small. After few minutes and I was sure that the rock of Tina in Christian's ass was well absorbed, I took out my fingers and gave one of the juice to James and told him to gulp it down one shot. I woke up Christian and told him to drink it but he was slow to get up. I offered a little bullet of T for them to snort as I pulled Christian up and took him to the bathroom. While we were walking he opened his eyes and looked at me with a big smile and said, "Thank you." I got my confirmation at that moment. In a low voice I asked "Do you like to get fucked hard, you slut?" and put my hand in his pants. Instead of inserting my finger, I teased his hole opening and I could tell it was driving him crazy. There was a long line at the bathroom so I had plenty of time to finger his hole before we got into the bathroom, but eventually we took the last stall away from the door since I needed a bit of time to finish prepping Christian for wild conversion breeding session. As soon as we got in the stall, he pulled down his pants and spread his cheeks to offer the view of his hole to me. I started to finger fuck him roughly that pushed and pulled his slim body. I told him to sit over toilet with his legs on either side. Fortunately I was tall and my cock was long enough that Christian could wrap his lips around my cock head as I prepared more chemicals for Christian and James. Before we left the stall, I told him to get on the toilet cover and face the wall. As he turned around, his hole was exposed to me and it was twitching for a cock. I put my cock head and pushed it a bit and just moved back and forth little before I pulled him to his feet. Christian was so horny from all the teasing of his hole. As we walked back to James and Leo, James was sitting between Leo's legs while Leo massaged him all over. I did the same thing and placed Christian on my lap but instead of massaging his chest, I took my cock out and placed Christian on it. Even with all the chem, he was so tight and he was too hesitant to sit down on it. I twisted him around and covered his mouth with my lips and tongue then pushed him down all the way. He tried to vocalize his pain but I stopped him. As he sat with my cock to the balls, he was loving it. He started to gyrate on me, fucking cock slut. I let him have fun. He kept on moanind while he worked his ass around the cock. I signaled Leo and he saw that and he was laughing. That made James see it as well. At first James looked a bit upset but Christian reached out to him and started to make out with him while he kept his gyration on my cock. Leo must have liked peak of James' ass crack as he bend over to make out with Christian. Leo had a big bulge. I saw one of the bouncers walking to the backroom and motioned him over to us. As he got closer and saw what we were doing, he laughed and asked me if I wanted to take him to the back room. "Sure", I replied. I pulled Christian off my cock and pulled up his jeans and sent him with my bouncer friend. I put my cock away and I had to do some business before I could call it a night. After a round, I stopped by James and Leo. James was loving the feel of Leo's cock, I could tell. "James, I thought you were a top?" "I am, but E makes all touch feel so good." I thought what a lie. As I planned, I had both of them ready to be converted tonight. As we walked to the back room, I was happy with what I saw. Christian was on the floor on his knees sucking the bouncer's cock deep down. Christian tried to get up to greet us but my friend held him down and shoved his cock deeper until he bottomed out and held him there. As Christian struggled to relax his throat, he must have closed his teeth a bit but each time he did it, bouncer gave him a light slap to remind him "No teeth." As we watched Christian's long skinny body on the floor in breeding posizion, we were all turned on. I just kept on imaging using his long slim body to pleasure my cock and dump some loads. Even James got hard from watching and joined a bit of dirty talking like calling Christian a 'hungry cock sucker'. All the drugs in Christian's system and his natural cock hunger made him a super bottom now. He kept on fingering his hole as he sucked the bouncer. As I positioned myself to enter the hole, James stopped me and asked me to put condom on. He handed me a magnum which might fit better than others but I still hate condoms. I put the condom on and applied extra lube on my cock and in his hole. As I slowly pushed into his hole little by little, the boy was coming alive. Condom was causing extra friction so it was hard to enter his tight hole. I kept on pumping and applied lube until it was leaking everywhere. Christian was moaning as he still sucked the bouncer's cock. Bouncer pulled off and told Christian to lick his balls and jerked his cock. His cum shot far and landed on hair, eyes, and all over his face. Leo pulled out his cock and smeared them with his cock. Leo let Christian lick his head but didn't feed his throat like the other guy. I refrained myself and kept my cock inside as he fucked himself a little bit. As bouncer was leaving, he asked James if need to pee and led him out of the room. And I heard the lock. Leo slapped Christian's cheek hard and called him a slut . He wanted to feed Christian's hole the cum on his cock as well as his own. So we switched. He didn't slam it in but he didn't give enough time for Christian's tight hole to relax. Then he started to pump deep strokes. I heard Christian groan as he was picking up his pace of fucking. I looked over and saw Christian's eyes tearing up and saw some blood on Leo's cock as he pulled out. Damn, this boy let him fuck even when it's so painful that he'd cry. As I presented my cock for his mouth, I bent and whispered to him, "Good job, baby.... It's so sexy that you endure even pain for our pleasure." As I looked down at Christian's face, he gave me a shy smile with a little blush.

I would say yes, but I’d also say the reasoning is a bit more nuanced that just PrEP being the reason. There are plenty of studies about condom usage and gay men, and condom usage never went above 50% even at the height of the AIDS crisis. I’m sure it’s way lower than that now, thanks to PrEP, but I also think sexual habits have been changing. During the 80’s and 90’s many people just had less full penetrative sex. They would do other activities like masterbation, and oral activities instead. We also have to look at the rise in social apps and the internet as a way of meeting people. In the 80’s and 90’s many of the old gay bars and cruising spots died off, unfortunately many times with the people that used to frequent them. This left a vacuum in how people could actually meet each other. This brings us to the early 2010’s. HIV and AIDS was now a pill a day thing to manage, which drastically decreased the scary part of having penetrative sex. At the same time there was easy access to sex apps, and cameras so you could get a feel for someone electronically before you even met them. Because of this many people started to trust people more at an initial meeting rather than just meeting in a dark corner of a bar or park. Many people did, and still do use this as their method of “staying safe” The mentality of “oh he looks clean, and seems trustworthy so I trust him when he says he’s neg” is very real. Because of this instead of just doing the oral or masterbation that guys did in decades earlier they often decided to have penetrative sex. Condoms as usual felt awful, so often they wouldn’t be used. Then PrEP started becoming widespread around 2015. The stage was already set for a reduction in condom use, PrEP was just more gas on the fire. Today, as some have noted I do think that some guys still use them just because they hate getting regular STI’s. Even if you hookup with maybe 12 different guys in a year there is still a decent chance of getting something, even if you don’t know it and don’t have symptoms. I know just in my personal experience however guys who I have played with over the past 6-7 years who almost always used condoms at first, rarely do now. So yeah, bareback is the norm. But really it’s just natural sex, so it’s kind of always been the norm, even if things were different at certain times.

I always want the load in my ass. And after the guy leaves I pretty much always squeeze it out onto my fingers and lick them clean. Or sometimes I’ll fuck myself some more with my dildo and lick his cum off that. The point is, any load that goes in my ass usually ends up in my mouth as well.

This is rubbish. Why? Because there is no such thing as "homosexual" or "heterosexual". I believe no man is 100% gay or straight. Ok...MAYBE in a very few rare cases, maybe there are people who happen to be 100% genuinely "one way or the other" but I believe such people to be a rarity. I think most men are (to some degree or another) bisexual. It doesn't matter how small or how large the degree to which they are bisexual, but most of us are bisexual (you may feel uncomfortable with the label "bisexual", so if you like you can call it "fluid" or whatever the hell you like, or you can choose even not to label it). So if we say that for the overwhelming majority of people (or males, at least), sexuality lies on a spectrum of bisexuality ...a sliding scale of sorts with "straight" and "gay" being the two extremes at either end of that scale ...then we are to assume, if your theory is true, that Mother Nature will kill the MAJORITY of males in the world off due to the fact we all have, to some degree or another (again, no matter how tiny) same-sex attraction/desires. According to your theory, we are almost all of us going to be wiped off the face of the planet due to our same-sex attraction and/or desires (and I prefer to say "attraction" and "desires", as opposed to "acts", because the majority of men probably never sexually express their bisexuality ...the ones who are straight identifying).

The economy will eventually go into another recession, and Trump’s fiscal fuckups have left the US virtually no tools to recover. Budget deficits are already over a trillion dollars a year thanks to the GOP’s tax cuts for the 1%, so the federal government won’t be able to restore the economy via fiscal stimulus. Trump threatens Powell if the Federal Reserve Bank doesn’t keep rates artificially low so Trump can get re-elected. Big banks have loaned trillions for sketchy corporate “financial engineering” at the behest of Trump’s bank regulators. If you net out this questionably collectible debt and federal deficits, the US economy has had negative GDP growth during Trump’s tenure. Only the uninformed or ill-informed think Trump’s house of cards is producing actual growth.

trump must go,, VOTE > VOTE him out

I love young guys. Innocence is delicious.

Nope. Older tops know2 what they are doing when fucking, not just pounding away

Stop drinking the kool aid. McConnell, Graham, Scalise, Jordan, Meadows, Nunez, Gaetz and just about every Repug only care about remaining in power. I'm not pleased with many of the Dem candidates, but America needs to DUMP TRUMP!

I love any cock, but my favourite was and will always be my first, my Dad. His cock was just perfect, girth, length and beautiful dangling balls. 2nd was a 60 year old bald headed bloke, who used to fuck me in the local restroom, he was so thick, uncut and just filled my hole so good.I used to wait for him to come in.

Yum, sounds like a good sub boy

I have been fucked by two few guys with PA's over the years. They were pretty big. I remember each one as it was a bit of a task.to get him inside me. Both fucks became pretty bloody. The last was in a gangbang in Key West and guys just kept fucking with the bloody hole. Guess they couldn't tell as it was in a dark room. But when I squatted in front of them all to push out their cum and lick it off the fuck bench, it was bloody cum.... They all thought it was amazing. When i see the cloud i was a bit shocked, but knew it was my job to eat all their cum and my blood to make them happy. So my PA experiences have been mixed.

holding my hard cock in anticipation of the next chapter.

This

I am teaching the two watersports skill classes....the first if a roundtable about the the fetish, the second a hands on wet session for beginners and pros alike.

Part 18 - January 2019 The Last Weekend Darren had made a few trips down to London during the week days since his return, every visit he took another bag of clothing and some belongings with him. On his last trip Sam had given Darren a key to the flat and the access code to the front entrance of the building. He was looking forward to starting work and his last check up at the clinic had revealed a further drop in his viral load. Dr Edwards advised him to avert any unsafe sex practice as he was still toxic at 100k viral load, but he was pleased since it had dropped from 300k on his last visit. Darren left the clinic that Friday afternoon and headed across the Flowers estate, it was already dark and cold with snow flurries blown around in the gentle wind. He crossed the estate and heard cries coming from one of the stairwells he approached. He knew that some poor kid was getting picked on probably by Leo and his mate Billy, looking around all the curtains of the flats were closed nearby, the resident ignoring the please knowing it was no good. Darren headed in to the stairwell where Leo was demanding his money for the last weed the guy had. As expected Billy was doing the heavy work and the young guy was pleading saying he didn't use weed of even buy any. It was a tactic Leo used when he took a dislike to someone. Judging by what was happening Leo was completely stoned and drunk on top it slurring his words. "Leo leave the poor kid alone" Darren said approaching him and picking him up off the floor. Leo laughed at Darren "Mind your own business knobhead" he said snarling at Darren and clearly stoned. Darren turned to the kid "Get going" he said pushing him past Billy who grabbed hold of Darren pinning his arms. Leo walked up to Darren "You like it up the ass" he slurred laughing "want me to fuck you?" he joked. Darren laughed "No, I will fuck you though" he replied watching Billy shift uncomfortably then leave. Leo had no clue what he was doing but laughed and bent over "Come on then". Darren chuckled "Kneel on the stairs and pull your jeans down" he said and watched as Leo did exactly that. Darren stood there shaking his head unable to believe that Leo was so out of it he just did it. Darren reached in his pocket and got his phone, he wanted to get Leo begging for it and get the whole thing on film. He walked over to Darren to spat on his then pulled his semi hard cock out ready, turning the video on his phone 'Want me to fuck you Leo?' he asked loudly and to his surprise the response came quickly 'Yeah fuck me you ass fucker'. Leo cried feeling the cock thrusting up his ass tearing away, Darren used his free hand to hold Leo down going balls deep. He could feel the spasms in Leo's ass from the unwanted intrusion that drove Darren to fuck him hard, Leo slurred 'your wearing protection right?', the words drove Darren to hit home harder 'of course I have protection' he lied. Most of the pain dulled from mixture of drugs and booze, he laid there grunting like a pig every time Darren rammed in harder against the skinny bony ass. Darren continued to hold Leo down with one hand 'Who likes getting fucked up the ass?' he teased then slapped Leo on the head 'say it' he said enjoying himself 'tell me what you want Leo?' he rasped through his panting 'fuck me' was all Leo could say. The pain and relentlessness of Darren tearing his hole up was bringing him slowly down from his stoned head and realised what was happening. Darren sensed the change in Leo's body and knew he was coming off his high 'Oh you are getting it' he said slamming in hard, Darren moaned and begun shooting his toxic seed deep 'fuck no' Leo cried trying to break free from force Darren was using to hold him down. Leo whimpered and groaned whilst Darren filmed him pulling his blood streaked cock out of Leo's ass, Darren continued holding Leo down capturing his ass and the splodge of pink cum dripping out of it. Darren stopped filming and wiped his cock on Leo's underwear. Leo rolled on his side with wide open eyes realising what he had just done. He caught a glimpse of Darren locking his phone and putting it in his pocket and walked off leaving him there. The adrenaline running through his body, he knew he had done nothing wrong as it was almost consented even though Leo was in a state. When Darren got back to the flat he watched the video editing it so his voice was muffled so you couldn't tell it was him and cutting the part about protection. He had got clear enough footage that showed Leo's face and the cock going up his ass and fucking him. He chuckled at the last few seconds knowing what Sam had meant after they had sex about shooting a huge load. Darren was woken by the banging on the door in the morning, his parents had already gone out and he slipped in to his joggers and opened the door to see Leo standing there. "What fuck did you do to me last night?" Leo asked red in the face. Darren stood there and smirked "You asked me to fuck you so I did" he replied. Leo pushed Darren "Fuck off you queer bastard" he screamed. Darren laughed "Someone needed to put you in your place" he said watching Leo trying to figure things out. "You better be careful going around here from now" Leo said angrily "we will come after you". Darren looked at Leo "I don't think you will, do you want to see the video of you begging me to fuck you?" he asked. The colour drained from Leo's face "You fucking filmed it" he asked Darren. "You fucking weirdo" Leo called Darren standing up to him. Darren pushed him away "I filmed the whole thing, you can see my cum coming out of your ass after". Leo was fraught and ran off cursing and swearing at Darren. He looked at his watch, he had to be on the 1pm train to London the last time he would make this journey. His parents knew he was moving out today but as expected they were out. Darren packed his last few things and looked out of the window over the estate. Weirdly it was quiet apart from some children playing there was no sign of Leo or Billy this morning with their little gang of potheads. Picking up his bag he left the flat and walked across the estate towards the train station. Regretting that he hadn't really patched things up with Byron he wondered if things would have been different. He felt a massive side of guilt having picked on Byron all those years and not knowing he was adopted. Darren placed the bag in the luggage rack and sat down, he took out his phone and sent a text to Jason who was his sidekick at school for many years, his parents had stopped him from hanging around after they moved off the estate. Jason now had a respectable job and their paths had waned a little but they still kept in touch, he was the one of the people trying to help with cleaning up the estate and now Darren could do him a favour. Thinking he slowly typed "Jason, a lot of things happened for reasons I won't bore you with. Know one thing, you have and were always the only person who understood me and tried helping and I never thanked you properly for that. You hated living on the estate and the fear of crossing certain people. If I can do one thing to repay you and help out it is the attached video, hopefully you will distribute it freely and it will change the way things are on the estate. I'm sorry if it shocks you and before you even question it, yes it was me doing it but I trust you won't tell anyone. I am sat on the train now going to London, I have a job and moving there today. I hope things won't change and we can meet up if you ever come down here, but that will have to be your decision and acceptance of me. I have never told anyone what I am telling you and I guess it was to keep my dignity in tact. I am gay and moving in with my boyfriend, I have never been happier and can start living my life. Please use the video to do good on the estate. Daz". Seeing the words on the screen scared him, confessing to his one real friend about him was a big step. He attached the video and sent it, watching as it seemed to take ages to process the message until he saw 'Delivered' appear below the message. Straight away it changed to 'Read' and he almost freaked out, 5 minutes had passed then hearing the whoosh sound he looked at his phone and saw Jason had replied. Scared to read it he opened it up "Daz, WTF! why did you never talk to me? Don't worry about the video I have distributed it and I am sure it will change things drastically. Of course I will come and see you in London, you are still Daz and I will beat the crap out of you like always for keeping this from me!. Keep in touch and good luck, Jay xx". Shit Darren thought seeing that Jason signed off with two kisses, it made him smile and he settled back for the rest of the journey. By the time the train arrived in London the video of Leo had gone viral amongst everyone on the estate and around Malvern. To anyone that didn't live on the estate you would never have known, but those living in the midst of everything started to see a change that afternoon. Leo would leave the estate that night under the cover of darkness, he had no idea he was leaving with more than he arrived having never suspected that Darren had hiv and was still toxic. In some ways it was Darren's parting gift to the estate. Darren hauled his bag out of the tube station and smiled seeing Sam standing there waiting for him. The short walk to the flat seemed odd and after Darren put his bag in the bedroom he pulled Sam down for a chat and explained everything that had gone on with Leo who terrorised the estate he lived. Scared to his bones that Sam would be rocked by his behaviour but it seemed to have the opposite effect. "God I love it when you are so edgy like that" Sam said when he finished explaining. Darren struggled trying to understand Sam for a moment "Your not bothered by it?" he asked. "Hell no" Sam replied "that's what makes me love you, just don't get in to any trouble over it". Darren eyed him for a moment "What you like the rough side of me?" he asked moving towards Sam. "Fuck yes" Sam said starring intently at Darren "I want you right now" he said grabbing Darren's cock. Darren pulled back "Beg me for it" he said smirking playing along. Sam jumped off the sofa "No" he replied "let's see how long you can hold out before you need to fuck me". Darren stood up moving towards Sam "Maybe I will just take you" he said making a grab for Sam who ducked and ran. "Catch me first" he said running in to the bedroom with Darren fast behind him. Darren got hold of Sam and lifted him in the air dropping him on the bed to Sam's delight, his body wriggling in desperation for Darren. Darren stripped off his clothes and pinned Sam down on the bed 'your way to eager' Darren said looking down at Sam who was grinning up at him. Darren pushed Sam's arms up above his head 'fuck you drive me mad' he said lunging forward and kissing Sam hard, releasing his hold on Sam's arm he quickly had his shorts down exposing Sam's firm ass. In a flash they were embraced and fucking like rabbits with Sam begging Darren to go harder all the time until Darren blasted his load in to him and holding his cock deep inside. Darren rolled on to his back "I can't do this everyday, you will wear me out" he said laughing. Sam kissed along Darren's chest "You have completely stolen my heart" he said kissing Darren on the lips. Not good at handling emotional situations Darren's eyes watered "I love you Sam" he said then broke down. Sam moved on top of Darren hugging him hard, they laid on the bed for nearly and hour unable to let go of each other. From the other room he heard his phone ping bringing them both back to here and now, Sam got up off the bed and put his shorts and socks on and padded in to the lounge. He picked up his phone and saw a message from Byron telling him that they were meeting at Mango dance studios on Monday to begin rehearsals for Top Hat. Darren was starting work on Monday during the day to start with until he was trained and could work on the evening productions without guidance. Sunday was a big decision for Sam as his parents wanted him to come home for the day but he didn't want to leave Darren on his own, he had told them that he was in the beginning of a relationship with a guy. His father hoped it wasn't a dancer which made him laugh. Surprisingly they had asked him to bring Darren along but Sam was yet to ask him and decided to handle it over dinner. "Do you only have healthy food in here" Darren said looking up from the refrigerator when Sam walked in. Sam laughed "Sorry yes" he replied "can order something in if you like?" he suggested. Darren pulled some vegetables and chicken out "No, I need to eat better" he replied. Sam walked over "Your cooking?" he asked looking surprised. "Yes" Darren replied waving carrots in front of Sam "I am not completely useless" he said. Sam sat down and watched Darren preparing and cooking dinner "Are you happy to be here at last?" he asked. Darren nodded "Yes, I couldn't go on living on the Flowers" he replied. Sam looked up "Flowers?" he asked hoping that Darren was at last going to open up about his childhood. "Name of the estate I lived on with my parents" Darren replied "Flowers estate" he finished. "Malvern?" Sam asked him out of the blue and Darren stopped and looked at him. "Yes" he replied "Do you know it?" Darren asked checking the chicken. Sam nodded "Well I know of it, my friend lives in Malvern" he said suddenly fearing what he thought. Darren looked over at him "What's the matter?" he asked seeing Sam's look. "Do you know Byron Hillier?" Sam asked almost sweating from anxiety sitting there. Darren stopped and lowered his head "More than I care to" he replied unable to look at Sam. Darren had suddenly clicked why Sam looked familiar, he was in the picture with Byron that he had in his bedside table at home. Flashbacks running through his head of that late afternoon when it had happened. Sam felt sick and now knew who had given Darren hiv. He felt everything crumbling down around his feet uncontrollably and he couldn't stop it. "It was Byron wasn't it?" Sam finally plucked up the courage to ask. Darren nodded "Yes" he quietly said still unable to look at Sam. "Darren you know Byron is a big part of my life" Sam said almost lost for words and scared. "You danced with him didn't you, I mean on stage?" Darren asked. Sam nodded "Yes, we basically grew up together when we started stage school". "I don't hate him for what happened" Darren said "Don't get me wrong I did at first but I am over it now". Sam walked around to Darren "You spoke with him early January, I was in Malvern with Stefan at the time". Darren looked up "Oh that was you he was with?" he asked. Sam nodded "We joked about the name Darren but didn't think it was the same person" he explained. "We... well we tried to patch things up and talked for a while" Darren said. "I know" Sam replied "where does that leave us?" he asked holding Darren's hand. Darren looked up at Sam "I don't want us to change" he finally said seeing relief on Sam's face. "You do realise being with me means seeing Byron and Stefan" Sam said. Darren nodded and held Sam in his arms "I may freak out a bit, but now you must promise not to run away". Sam chuckled "I do solemnly promise Darren" he said "you are the only one I have ever fallen in love with". "Oh shit" Darren suddenly said "You probably don't know that Stefan broke my arm in school" he said. Sam looked opened mouthed "Is there anything else I need to know?" he asked sounding shocked. Darren shook his head "You know this will be awkward" he said "it won't be an easy ride". "Does this mean we will have to go Malvern?" Darren suddenly asked. Sam laughed "No, they are moving to Oxford in February" he said "but what about your parents?" he asked. Darren shrugged his shoulders "They don't care, they weren't even at home when I left at lunchtime" he said. "Wow" Sam said putting his arms around Darren "You really did have it hard growing up". Darren smiled "I probably made it harder for Byron though" he admitted mostly for himself. "Yeah but your mine now" Sam replied "Darren I want you to come with me tomorrow to my parents for lunch". "Okay" Darren replied going back to the cooking. Sam looked at him "As my boyfriend, I want you to meet my parents" he said in case Darren didn't realise. Darren looked up "Are you sure?" he asked "your not embarrassed about having me meet them?". "No" Sam replied laying the table for dinner "anyway I told them about you and they want to meet you". Darren laughed "Seal of approval" he said jokingly. "Sort of" Sam replied "There is one other thing, remember Kurt the dancer?" he asked looking at Darren. Darren nodded "Yes, big muscular one" he said grinning. Sam nodded "Well he not only infected me he got Byron as well" he said watching Darren. "Oh" Darren said and looked up "so I have a bit of Kurt in me?" he asked looked stunned at first then laughed. Darren had gone through a lot over the last few months and to his relief Sam's parents seemed to get on with him and appeared pleased that he wasn't a dancer or camp. Darren had never been in a house like Sam's parents, it was an old Georgian style large family home set in the Surrey countryside with acres of land that Sam and he walked around after lunch on Sunday. Feeling completely at ease and relaxed away from Malvern he looked at Sam who was completely smitten being with him, Darren could only see a better life now and embraced it fully looking forward to the future.

Justin begged him to just let him suck him off and finally the guy agreed. Justin started to try to get on his knees but the guy held his hips with one hand and pushed him forward and forced his mouth to stay on the cock and his ass was up. The guy go the little tin out and slide three rocks in him. Soon Justin was flying and sucking deep on that big dick. The white guy played with his hole and whispered in Justin's ear. Boy, your hole is really hungry isn't. You need fucked bad don't you! Keep sucking that dick and get it really wet and then back your sweet white ass up on the huge dirty dick. Show me how much you want that huge duck boy. Back up and show me how hungry that hole is. Show me that little slut pussy loves BBC. Justin turned around and grabbed that big dick and held it and pressed his ass against it and it popped inside him. The guy rubbed his chest and told him what a good boy he was, press down and open that cunt. He put poppers under the kids nose and Justin started to sink down on that big dick and when he was half way on it he tried to pull up but the guy grabbed him and held him and beat his hand on the wall and the guy started to slow fuck Justin, the good looking guy wrapped his hand around Justin's face and covered his mouth as he moaned and squealed loudly as the guy opened up and stretched his cunt more. Justin laid his head on the guys chest his mouth covered and his hole getting raped by a huge black dick. The guy holding him kept whispering what a good whore boy he was, backing up on big dirty black dick and taking their cum in your hot young white hole. The guy could tell his buddy was about to blow the third charged load in Justin and he held him tighter and said, boy if I did not know any better I would say you were trying to get pregnant! You are such a hot slut! You have some of the hottest cum in you boy. You have more work to do. Be here tonight at 10 same booth boy. The guy took his hand off the boys mouth and Justin said I will Sir. Good cunt boy! Now suck my dick till I cum in your mouth you made me rock hard being suck a cum whore. Justin sucked and jacked the guys dick and after four minute the guy grabbed Justin's head and shoved his cock deep and shot another load into Justin. Good boy! What time are you gonna be here tonight? Justin said 10 once he finished coughing. With that the guy opened the door and left Justin on his knees feeling spent but satisfied. The place was empty, Justin grabbed his phone and it had an address and 8PM. Text me only once and confirm you will be there with yes sir. Justin text "Yes Sir" the text back was follow all instructions, there will be a note on the door with direction and instructions. Do not text me back,. Justin put himself and just when he was going to unlock the door and leave the both to the left and right opened up. The temptation was too great and he turned around and sat down and looked through each hole. On the right was a skinny twink and to the left a jock both looked like college boys. Justin rubbed the hole to the right and nothing happened and then the hole to the left and soon the guy pulled down his shorts and exposed a long thing uncut dick. It hardened quickly and he slide it through the hole. Justin sucked and worked his dick and it only took three minutes and the guy shot in his mouth. Justin pulled off and turned and the other guy had put his thick 8 inches through the hole and Justin went to work on the twink who said nothing but let Justin work his thick mean for ten minutes and shot a thick load in Justin's mouth. OMG Justin thought that kids cum was so sweet.

much better now. went back to steam works on sunday expecting much of the same but hopeful for getting loads in my hole. damn...when it rains, it pours... i arrived and hopped onto darkroom fuckbench - almost immediately i got a thick raw cock plugged into my hole - great start. this managed to get an audience happening. i never looked back and don't know what he looked like-didn't care as i just wanted his cock and load in me. he fucked my hole long and hard. a thick cock was shoved into my face from the side of the fuckbench-i made sure to be as noisy as possible with slobbering sounds and sighing moans as i sucked his cock. more guys appeared to arrive to watch. mating calls maybe... 'where do you want it?' 'yeah - i want it, in my hole!'i answered. the top quickened his fuck rhythm and eventually shot his load, held his cock inside before slowly pulling out-my hole felt wet and filled. load 1. encouraged by this the next top walked over and stuck his cock in my hole. the guy i was sucking didn't wanna blow so eventually walked away. no loss - as i was thoroughly enjoying this new cock fucking my now cummy hole. in time he gave me load number 2. this time unannounced - but i had made sure to reach out my hand under my balls - catching the drippings of cum leaked from my hole as he pulled out - 1 and 2 splashes into my hand - i wiped my hand over my face and mouth while sucking my fingers clean - cumdump bliss. ================================================================================================= where i got my last load was from the bearded bear cub with the thick hung cock watching behind me. after getting these 2 loads, i got up to have a short break and have a drink. i returned to the fuckbench. the bearded cub came back, eventually entered my hole and steadied his rhythm which i enjoyed. he pulled out so i guess not ready to cum. after a short break i went over to the sling room and hopped in. again the cub found me presenting my hole and gave me an intense deep fuck, we both sharing amyl. i reached out to push his cock back into my hole when it flops out - covering my hand with cum dripping from my hole -again hands licked clean. the cub stopped to have another break. i walked back to the fuckbench to rest - the sauna was almost empty now. in time the cub found my hole again. i settled in for another fuck. another top watching this decided to fuck the cub as he was fucking me. i positioned myself and pushed back to accommodate this. the cub was enjoying this. he pulled out and then swapped places with the other top. i was enjoying this a lot. in time the cub got on the fuckbench next to me and the top entered his hole. i slobbered and sucked the cubs nipples as he was getting his hole filled-he moaned and snorted his amyl. i sniffed into the cubs armpits and smacked both arse cheeks-the top was turned on watching this and blew into the cubs hole. the cub moved to get up-i whispered in his ear 'i wanna clean you out'-i got up around to his arse as the top pulled out. i spread his thicc butt, breathed in deep the cum odour from his freshly impregnated soaked hole. got on my knees, stuck my face into his butt and stuck my tongue into his hole. cum trickled onto my tongue. warm cum on my lip tasted sweet, the smell filled my nostrils. i ate and sucked on his hole enjoying a freshly felched cum load. his cock and balls in my hand throbbed, he wasn't going anywhere. he stuck his arse out even more as i grazed my beard up and down his hole and taint. i covered my face and hair with the cum leaked from his arse. a good long 5 minutes of this happening as guys stood behind me watching - what a desperate and shameless slut i am, will do anything for a cum load. i left shortly after thoroughly satiated. i will be back again soon.

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

The weather had been sweltering for the past week and as much as I wanted to get out riding, my trips to the job site and back were too brutal to think about any long trips. The forecast for the weekend looked better with the temps dropping into the 80’s. I sent a message off to Louis asking if he was up for an overnight camping trip. A few hours later I got a reply “Sure, but I don’t have any gear” to which I replied “I got what we’ll need. just bring harness n jock ;)” I dug out my camping gear and pared it down to the essentials, squeezing the tent, sleeping bag and clothes in a dry sack and the rest in a canvas bag. Throughout the rest of the week I moved things around and checked the bike out. On Friday I got off early and packed everything up on the old BMW. I rode up to Louis’ place and parked, waiting for him to show up. The plan was to meet at 3 pm and leave as soon after as we could, with any luck we'd beat the weekend traffic. About five after three, an Uber pulled up and Louis hopped out and ran to his apartment, waving as he passed me. I chuckled and waited, but was surprised when he came down in about five minutes. “Sorry, dude. I got tied up at work. Good thing I packed last night” Louis told me breathlessly. He wheeled his bike out and quickly tied down the gym bag to the back of his bike with a few bungee cords. I could see him sweating even without his jacket on and my mind quickly wandered to burying my face in his pits as soon as we got to the campground. As usual, I was getting way ahead of myself. He looked really sexy as he had continued to let his beard grow even in the summer heat. I looked back and saw him strapping on the beanie helmet and putting on his gloves and realized I needed to get geared up too. About an hour later we finally got free of the traffic and started to make some time. I wanted to get to the campground before dark, since those roads can be damn scary in the dark with every type of creature jumping out when you least expect them. We stopped for gas and grabbed some granola bars and water. I knew we could get a decent meal at the bar that was part of the campground, so we just needed something to get us there. Louis seemed a bit nervous, but didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so we hopped back on the bikes for the next leg. One last gas stop and the sun was starting to sink low in the sky. I didn’t want to push it too much but I wanted to get there soon. Another hour later and I pulled off the main highway down a county road, following it a few miles until I got to the bridge over the river where I slowed down. Once over the bridge I pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. I had parked near the end of the fence and Louis pulled up next to me. “How much further do we have to go?” Louis asked. “About a hundred feet” I replied with a grin. Taking off my helmet and gloves, I got off the bike and walked towards the bar. The crowd belied the 3 or 4 cars out front since it was almost full. I headed over to the end of the bar and waited until Joey the bartender finished pouring another pitcher of beer. I caught his attention and he came over. “Hey Ryan, good to see you again. It’s been a while” Joey said before adding “I saved you a good spot, though knowing you you won’t be in your tent much.” “Thanks, Joey. It’s good to be back here. I always have a good time. Oh, this is my friend Louis. Louis, Joey” I said as Louis put out his hand. Joey walked around the end of the bar and up to Louis saying “This is a huggin’ bar, none of that handshake crap” as he wrapped his arms around Louis and lifted him off the ground. Joey was a tall bear of a man, in his late 40's and with almost as much fur as muscle. I knew my turn was next and was prepared for my hug when Joey turned to me. He smelled of sweat, whiskey and beer which was very intoxicating and gave his signature bear hug and tight squeeze on each butt cheek. “Park your bikes around back, get your site set up and stop back for a few drinks. You’re in site 6G, at the back by the playground. Keep your buddy Louis nearby, you know how these guys love fresh meat” Joey said. We moved the bikes inside the campground and took the gear to the site. In some ways it looked like hundreds of other campgrounds all around the state. It was maybe a little nicer than most and each site had plenty of space between it and the next one. There was power and water for each space and most had at least a picnic table and fire pit at it. We set up the tent with a little help from a small lantern before I tossed the pad and sleeping bag down. Last I threw my two mostly empty bags inside and added Louis’ gym bag and zipped the tent back up. “I hope we don’t get wakened by some screaming kids in the playground tomorrow morning” Louis said as we walked back to the bar. “They might be screaming, but they won’t be kids" I replied.

Justin bolted out the door and headed to the address and there was a note on the door. He opened it and the note read: Fuck toy, the door is open. Come in and drop your clothes but leave the jock on. There is a twin mattress on the floor and a blindfold and poppers on it. Face away from the door and get on all four with ass pointing to the door. Put the blindfold on and take the hit the poppers six to eight times. Justin opened the door and it was pretty dark but entered and took his clothes off and his eyes started to adjust and he could see the mattress and he knelt down and got on all four picking up the poppers and the blindfold and slipped on the blindfold and started hitting the poppers. His ass was already tingling and the poppers only intensified it. He waiting and nothing happened, he hit the poppers again and then he felt a hand on his ass. It traced his ass and found his crack and then rubbed his hole and slide a finger inside. Justin moaned. Just felt a coolness as his ass was being lubed up and then another finger slide in, now two fingers were fucking his hole. Oh yea that;s it Justin moaned. Justin felt another hand, this time at his head and then a straw and Justin did not have to be dole to drink, it was as nasty as last time but Justin remembered how he felt afterward last time and he sucked it all down and within minutes he was relaxed and zoned as the guy slipped a pillow under his chest and took his left arm and then his right out from under him and then curled them back behind his back and tied them together. The guy fingering Just had slipped two nice rocks up Justin without him feeling it. Justin soon was flying. The two guys both pulled back and Justin was ass up chest in a pillow and flying. Then Justin heard the door and clothes drop and then a hand on his ass and again the guy felt his ass and found his pucker and slide a really thick finger in him. Justin moaned, then another finger and this guy was rough. Finger fucked him for three to four minutes and then pulled out and lubed up his dick and slide in the boy. Fuck that was on fat dick Justin thought, it may be bigger than the other dick he fell in love with earlier tonight. The guy fucked Justin for a minute and spit on his back and said slut open that cunt. Justin tried to open up more but the guy did not seem pleased and pulled out and then Justin felt pressure on his hole and the force became more intense. Poppers appeared at Justin's nose and the guy said fucked you are gonna give me what I want, breath and relax that fucking hole. The pressure subsided and Justin heard a guy say here this one should help hit him open and then you can just that huge one on him. The pressure continued and Justin took a few breaths and the head popped it, fuck that felt good he thought and then the guy started pushing and the dildo seemed to get thicker as he went in. Justin moaned and the guy kept working his hole with the tapered dildo and at first two inches and then three and Just was not taking four inches and his hole was stretching to take the thickness, The guy started pulling it all the way out and shoving it back in and then again and again and after five minutes Justin had seven inches inside him and he was moaning like a bitch in heat. The guy pulled out the dildo and Justin felt so empty and then he felt the other dildo and this time he was stretched enough that the pressure and resistance gave in after a minute and this thick dildo stretched him open one, two and now bottoming out at three inches. Then the guy said I knew you would fucking open up. Then the guy told the other two, the boy needs something to drink and a little something to lift the mood. The dildo eased out and a straw appeared at his mouth and fingers started to probe and Justin got two more rocks and some more g. The dildo worked back into Justin's hole and Justin moaned and said more please more!

Have a regular "straight" bud who enjoys being serviced but doesn't want to see cock etc. This is a regular thing we meet up about once a week and I service him in my office. Wife tends to never leave the house so have never met up with at the house. Wife decide to head out for a couple of hours. Got in touch with buddy and wanted to service him even though I had just swallowed his load yesterday. Both of us are kind of nervous given she could return totally unannounced. As usual, he strips off his sweats showing his 7 inch soft cock and his low hangers. I get my face in there and start the deep throating action. Work my way to those beautiful balls of his and then to the taint. Just recently, he's let me start eating his ass. Wow, that does get him hard. Finally, the stress of being in my wife's bed seems to go away and we're both a bit more relaxed. Out of no where, I ask if I can sit on his cock. He comes back with, "your mouth is what I want. Choke on my cock and swallow my cum." I spread his cheeks further and get my tongue up his ass more than ever before. All the while, I slipping down my sweats but leave the jock on (this guy goes totally soft when he sees cock). Just as his ass is opening up for me to tongue deeper, I rise up and sit on his cock. No easing on to it, just went straight down. His eyes open and he just looks at me but doesn't say a thing. I start the ride easy. He seems to get a rhythm and then starts his own breeding. I finally ask if he want to pump or me ride. He goes, you fuck my cock. My intent was to ride for awhile and then get back to some serious deep throat action. I start to lift off his cock and he pushes me down with real power. He grabs my hips and starts making me ride his cock full length. Out of nowhere, he starts bucking like I've never seen with him. Then quiet. I'm wondering WTF. Without a word, I go down to clean his manhood and show my appreciation. Also, think best to keep quiet. This guy is very weird about his need for man sex. Don't want to scare him off. Get him cleaned up, lick his ass some more, then he just stands up to get dressed. I leave the room for a few, throw on my sweats and go back in. Not a word from him. He's gathering his stuff to leave. I quietly ask, do you have a preference.....ass or mouth? He just looks me in the eye and goes: "well, there's a first for everything." Turns out, I popped his man cherry. He's never fucked a guy. Fun having a late morning breeding. Carrying his load in me and wife is coming back. Going to be interesting to see if he keeps our regular weekly sessions going now that real breeding has become part of the equation.

record for swallowing was 16 in one day...finished with 1 in my ass... a buddy and me rented a hotel room and placed several CL ads for guys to come over and feed me... I sucked off and swallowed 8 of them 2 curious guys came over and watched str8 porn and jacked off and let me eat it 2 guys who needed a place to play came over and let us watch and I got to eat their loads when they finished as the cost of letting them use the room to play. 3 guys came over at the same time for a circle jerk, my buddy shot a load with them and I mixed them all together before eating it while they watched! And we ended the day with my buddy fucking a load into my ass before we called it a day!

7. Night of the Green Fairy It was early evening. Above the compound, the last light of day blushed scarlet between the treetop leaves. Deep male laughter and the clinking of dinner plates came from the main house. The cabana’s picture window shades were open, and from the courtyard tiki flames illuminated the room in flickering shadows. He sat up groggy on the edge of the bed trying to focus. For a second he panicked searching for his bag on the floor. It sat on the nightstand where he’d left it. The nightstand’s drawer was open. Although the room was dark, inside he saw the lube they used and poppers, but also a large assortment of dildos, some black, some flesh-color, white nylon rope, dog collars, cuffs and other stuff, things he had no idea what they were for. He closed the drawer and picked up his bag and shuffled to the bathroom mirror, flicking on the light to check his neck. It was fine, unbruised, still red though from Polanski the night before. He set the bag on the toilet. Manetti was good, going to extremes but knowing where to draw the line. His stomach growled as he stepped in the shower to wash off the crud of sex. He realized he hadn’t eaten anything since the Popeye’s chicken the night before. While he was drying off, a succulent fragrance wafted in the air. He looked in his bag and felt his clothes were still damp. Dang, why didn’t he remembered to hang them out? He was such a moron. He draped them on the shower rod. That left only the baggy red track suit to wear. He climbed into it, cinched his pants, but before going in search of food—and Manetti—he went out with his bag, crawled under the middle of the cabana and stuffed the green bag between two joists. He climbed back onto the pool deck, brushed dirt off his knees, and went to the main house. Tobias Glass stood at the head of a black lacquered dining table surrounded by his friends, Manetti among them. He was holding court in his favorite green silk kimono, pushing back the decorative katana sword holder on the side table to make room for the finished dinnerware. On a blue Flemish plate with windmills and Dutch girls dancing in clogs, lines of coke were being passed around. Tobias was a tall, thin man with wild, curly gray hair, whose eyes never rested, continually observing his guests, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves. He made his way around the table, making a comment, picking up a dish, running his long fingers through Chuck Brunswick’s wavy locks. Tobias was the first to notice Chris coming into the main house through the sliding door. Cheers erupted around the table as the boy slid the screen closed. “Sleeping beauty!” Manetti called out to him. “Everybody. This is the Chris Prior, Big Ben’s little brother, I was telling you about.” Knowing glances flashed around the table. “We finished, Chief, but I saved your plate.” He was embarrassed by sudden attention and a little uneasy about what Manetti had told the table. He smiled shyly at Tobias who had his hand parked on Chuck Brunswick’s shoulder. Brunswick wiggled his bushy eyebrows at Chris, one of his trademarked gestures that seemed to make its way into every episode. Chris’ heart skipped a beat. “Sit. Eat,” said Tobias, collecting the lasts of the dinnerware. The chair next to Manetti was empty. As soon as Chris was settled in Manetti served up several slices of pork tenderloin and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. Across from Chris sat Brunswick’s traveling companion, a very aristocratic, very pretty young boy only a year or two older than Chris. Tobias was making the rounds of introductions, saying he was sure Chris new Chuck Brunswick. Chris nodded assuredly, trying to stop himself from staring. “And his secretary, Andrew Hollister. Secretary? Seriously, that’s not what you’re calling him, dear,” he pleaded to Brunswick. “Personal assistant,” Brunswick said, smiling wryly. “Very personal,” said a short, muscular man at the end of the table. In his early thirties, balding, he sported a mustard-colored horseshoe mustache, and was passing his empty dinner plate up to Tobias. “Andy,” Andrew Hollister added to his introduction, not looking at Chris but tipping a rolled-up twenty dollar bill down to the plate of coke. For all his refined facial features, high cheekbones, dark hair that contrasted with his deep set blue eyes, he filled out his tank top, pecs and arms, with impressively cut muscles. On second glance, though, Chris couldn’t help notice his neck seemed a little thin compared to the rest of his bulk. “And at this end of the table, this little person barely able to get his wee arms up to the table,” Tobias continued, then said to the man in a mock aside, “I do wish you’d let me get you a booster seat, dear. You might recognize, if you can see him, Mister David Crusher, he of Crusher Gyms.” Tobias was ridiculing the short, but clearly not dwarfish man at the end. The man’s broad, generous smile oozed confidence, some might say conceit. Chris could tell he relished Tobias’ attention. He saluted Chris with a glass of water. Despite his stature Chris saw he was a serious body builder, hiding bulging arms and massive shoulders underneath his white hooded pullover. What hair he still had he buzzed short. It only accentuated his jovial face, topped off with a button nose, and a serious cleft in his chin. “He’s not going to recognize me, you daft old queen,” he said, clasping Tobias’ hand with mock pity. “But I know you forget thing so easily at your age. You really don’t remember Manetti telling us a few minutes ago this is the kid’s first time in New York?” Tobias smacked his hands away and took his empty dish to the side table. “Yo, Hip Hop,” Crusher teased Chris. His voice was surprisingly rich and deep, with a friendly jockishness that suggested he schmoozed easily with his clients and wealthy investors alike. “You know Manetti’s a low life. A clean cut kid like you shouldn’t be hanging around with the likes of him. You’ll get fleas.” “I’m hardy old,” Tobias injected, dabbing a napkin to his lips, then taking the dishes into the kitchen. “Listen, Fireplug,” Manetti responded to Crusher, “Stop trying to steal my date. The kid’s doing just fine. Trust me.” Chris gave Manetti a startled look to see if he was being as protective as he sounded. He also couldn’t believe Manetti called him his date. “Some wine, Chris?” offered the man sitting on the other side of him. He held up a bottle of Chablis. “Thank you. Just water, please,” he answered. The man poured him a glass. His black rimmed glasses had thick lenses that magnified his hazel eyes. He was fiftyish, had a long horse face that was kindly, almost handsome, and he, too, appeared to be built under his Columbia University sweat shirt. Pairing everyone off, Chris assumed he was with Crusher. “I’m so sorry,” cried Tobias hurrying in from the kitchen, and sitting at the head of the table. “Forgive me Chris. Last and definitely least is Mother, Mitchel Goodman,” Tobias said, waving a long green sleeve at the man next to Chris, “my wife of twenty-two long, excruciating years.” “Tobias, if you keep this up, we’ll have to seal you back in your coffin before any of the party guest arrive.” “Promises, promises. Now Michael, my pet,” he said, placing a hand over Manetti’s. “I know you said you and Chris want to keep a low profile, and you may if you must. But you do know you arrived on Towel Night.” Between gobbling down forkfuls of pork and asparagus, Chris asked what Towel Night was. He’d finished his plate and Manetti was piling on a few more tenderloin slices. Everyone glanced around the table suppressing grins. Crusher sniffed loudly and passed the tray of coke to Mitchel. Mitchel tapped Chris’ shoulder and offered more asparagus. Chris nodded enthusiastically. As he was serving, Mitchel explained, “Tobias and I host a bacchanal for selected guests, no more than twelve or fourteen mind you, men that throughout the summer have caught his and my eye.” He set down the asparagus and quickly bent down and snorted two lines, then perked back up and continued a little more brightly. “The Towel Party is a Fire Island institution! It’s not suitable for wallflowers or twinks, but since you’re our house guest you’ll be treated like a dignitary.” Tobias broke in, “Or at least a novelty.” The men all laughed except Manetti, who eyed Chris. Tobias went on to explain further, “A white towel and eye mask along with an invitation were left on each of the invitees’ doorsteps late last night.” He added to the table as an aside, “This year, gentlemen, you won’t believe the variety. A potpourri of perversity!” To Chris he said, “The invitation is for ten o’clock, and the celebrant is expected to wear the towel, mask and nothing more.” “One question, Mr. Glass,” interrupted Andy, finishing his Chablis. “Aren’t most houses home to several men, for the most part? How do they know whom the invitation is for?” “That’s the fun part. Self-selection,” Tobias answered. “It’s a house’s decision who they designate. And they almost always select the most philistine participant, making for the most delicious, unpredictable party. Even if it turns out to not be the one Mother and I had an eye on, the collective house knows best, don’t they dear?” Mitchel agreed wholeheartedly. “The result is always better than we could have anticipated or hoped for—and always in surprising ways.” “Chris?” Mitchel said, passing the coke tray to him. “No thank you, sir,” he said, passing the tray to Manetti, finishing his last bites of food. Manetti said, “What. You’re suddenly a prude about drugs?” “I’m still eating,” Chris complained. “And I don’t want to.” “Oh, Mother,” crooned Tobias. “An old married couple already, just like us.” “Do it,” was all Manetti had to say. Chris growled and snatched back the tray glaring at Manetti. After coming back up and wiping his nose, Chris said, “Mr. Glass. What is a bacchanal?” “Oh, dear,” said Tobias. *** The small dinner party had moved outside. Down in an unlit fire pit, Brunswick sliced the air with the sheathed katana blade, showing Chris and Crusher some swordfight moves from a recent episode. Chris watched enthralled. Crusher was duly impressed. Andy not so much. Manetti had maneuvered Tobias to get him alone by the pool, and was quizzing him about boats for sale. “Drax authorized me to purchase a yacht for him, that’s what brought us here.” “I can’t quite picture Drax on the open sea,” said Tobias, lighting another cigarette as he put out his first. Mitchel walked by, frowning at Tobias as he passed, holding coffee mugs for Brunswick and Crusher. “Don’t give me that look, Mother. It’s only my second.” “He has some idea about a new video,” Manetti went on. “Something like Chris the cabin boy, or something like that.” “Mmm. Sailors, pirates, swarthy men who haven’t bathed in months, capture an innocent boy and teach him the ways of the sea. Ah, the timeless story.” Tobias raised his hand as if reading a marque. “Shanghaied and Seduced. I’d buy that. Hell, I'd produce it if Drax would let me on the set.” He took a long drag off his cigarette. “Well, as a matter of fact, we have some acquaintances that own a mortuary in Montclair. Very macabre characters, with unseemly tastes. If half the rumors are true I certainly wouldn’t leave Chris alone in their company. They’re calling it quits after twenty years. Such a pity. Boris caught Roger milking the milkman.” From the fire pit Mitchel corrected, “He was a beer distributor.” “Shush. A milkman makes for a much better story. Anyway, they’ll be docking here in the morning. They always take the week before the Fourth off. If you’re serious I can have them for brunch, but only if you’re serious. They are undertakers, after all. Not really the life of the party.” He exploded with laughter. Manetti snorted. “I have a feeling that aside from all the mishegas of selling the business, the house, oy, I can’t image, they’ll most likely want to get rid of their yacht.” Mitchel came up behind Tobias and rested his hands on his shoulders. “Who will get Wallace, do you suppose?” “Oh, dear. I hadn’t thought about their Great Dane. Poor Wallace. I suppose they’ll have to split him in half.” The two men chuckled. Manetti pressed, “How much do you think a boat like theirs would run.” Mitchel squeeze in next to Tobias on his lounge chair, “They bought it ten years ago, didn’t they?” Tobias nodded. “That yacht at today’s prices? Maybe one hundred fifty, sixty. I wouldn’t go any higher. Have you seen how worn and cracked the outdoor seating is?” Mitchel said sliding his hand over Tobias kimono sleeve. “Almost as cracked and worn out as they are.” Mitchel croaked, while Tobias gave him a playful slap on the wrist. Chris had overheard part of the conversation about yachts and, since Brunswick had finished his demonstration and was putting the sword away, he drifted over with his hand behind his back. He was feeling mischievous from the coke and also a bit daring from all the male attention he was getting. He dropped his clothes next to Manetti and then did a cannon ball next to him. The spray soaked Manetti's entire back, water dripped over his forehead. “That’s it, you little prick,” he said, stripping off his jeans and vest. He dove naked into the water chasing Chris who was squealing with delight. The dinner party gathered round the pool laughing as Manetti caught up with Chris, picked him up by the neck and legs, rose the naked boy kicking high in the air, and threw him into the deep end of the pool. Crusher stripped off his top and shorts revealing a large, semi-erect woody. He dove in and swam up next to the submerged Chris. Chris popped up wiping his eyes. He said to the boy, “I told you he was low rent scum, didn’t I?” He ran his hand up Chris’ torso. “You come stay with Uncle Crusher when you get back in the city. I’ve got a guest room and I’d like to see what I can do with this body,” he said, as underwater he groped the boy’s hairless crotch. Manetti quickly swam up and got between Crusher and boy. “Afraid he’s got other plans, Uncle Crusher.” Manetti wrapped an arm around Chris’ torso and swam away with his charge. “What, you got a monopoly on the whole family, Manetti?” Crusher bellowed. “Gentlemen, niceness. I’m sure there’s enough Chris for everyone, isn’t there Michael?” Tobias ventured. “Not for free, there isn’t,” Manetti said, urging Chris out of the pool. “What a crab, Manetti,” Chris said, grabbing a white towel and going back over to the fire pit. Manetti followed him, wiping himself off and settling into one of the chairs next to Chris. Brunswick came over and sat opposite Chris. He pulled off his shirt flexing his chest, clearly for Chris’ benefit. The boy toweled his hair, astonished seeing in real life what he’d fantasized about so often in his bedroom back home. “Yeah, Manetti, what a crab,” Crusher said, joining them with his own towel tucked around his waist. Manetti finished drying, popped his butt up and wrapped the towel around himself. Instead of following the others, Chris flung his towel around his shoulders and sat provocatively with his legs spread wide for Brunswick benefit. Tobias and Mitchel had gone in the house and were bringing back several glasses filled with a fluorescent green liquid. Tobias took a look at Chris who was starting to get an erection. “Oh dear,” he said, handing the boy a glass. “And before any of the guests arrive.” “What is this, Mr. Glass,” Chris asked, as Tobias and Mitchel finished handing out the spirits. “It’s called le fée verte, a Towel Party tradition,” Tobias replied. “The green fairy,” Andy translated for Brunswick trying to distract him from Chris’ noticeable and none too shabby hairless boner. “Absinthe?” guessed Brunswick. “Certainement,” responded Mitchel. “We always have a shot before the festivities begin.” Crusher sniffed his glass. “They say, absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.” He looked up at Chris. The boy didn't really get the joke but liked Crusher and snickered anyway. Andy held his glass to the light of a tiki torch. “But it’s illegal, isn’t it?” Brunswick clucked his tongue turning to Andy. “And how many lines of coke have you done tonight, young man?” He ran his hand up Andy’s smooth leg, into his shorts and gave a squeeze. Andy beamed an embarrassed but radiant smile, a smile that showed just how smitten he was with the actor. “It's illegal? I’m in,” Chris said. He downed his glass all the while looking at Manetti. “Oh, yuck. Man! Nasty.” “Dear, boy,” Tobias rushed over to Chris. “It’s meant to be sipped.” He ruffled his blond mop. “Ew, I could just eat you up! Now, if you’re good," he said conspiratorially, "I’ll show you a little trick, but you’ll have to come to the table to see it. And you have to wrap your towel. You’re distracting everyone. Look. Poor Mister Crusher can’t keep from poking through his towel.” Several of the men took small sips. Manetti downed his absinthe in one defiant gulp, and followed Chris and Tobias to the patio table. Crusher followed and, true to what Tobias said, was having a time of it trying to keep his towel tied around himself with his very impressive hardon tenting out. When Manetti and Chris sat down on either side of Tobias, he refilled their drinks. Brunswick and Andy grew curious and gathered round the table. Over the two refilled glasses Tobias produced two slotted spoons and set them atop the rims. From the table’s sugar bowl Tobias picked out two sugar cubes, dipped them in his own absinthe and set them on the spoons. Mitchel dimmed the porch lights, then brought over a book of matches and lit the cubes. They all watched as a ghostly green flames wavered above the glasses. Tobias informed the group, “This is the old bohemian method of drinking absinthe.” He twisted the spoons and let the flaming cubes fall into the glass. The entire contents lit up, casting a bright green light over the men's faces. Chris was fascinated with the green fire. Manetti tried to look indifferent but felt slightly hypnotized by the light. Tobias extended his kimono-draped hand over the flame. “Et voila! The flaming green fairy.” “Appropriate,” quipped Crusher. That got even Manetti laughing. “Baudelaire loved it this way,” Mitchel said. Andy added, “I read so did Oscar Wilde.” “It brings out all sorts of dark impulses—‘harbinger of our darkest angels,’ wrote Poe.” Tobias stated. “You’ll soon see why Van Gogh painted in the manner he did. Now no cutting off Chris’ ear,” he wagged a finger at Manetti, who had no idea what the man was talking about. Chris held up the clouded green liquid and blew his out his flame. He waited till it was cool enough to drink and tasted a sip. “It’s like licorice,” he said. The rest of the men wanted to try their absinthe this way. Manetti shot back his again in a single gulp. As Tobias poured out another round, Mitchel warned everyone that cooking the absinthe made it a lot stronger and brought out the legendary hallucinatory qualities. “Yes, Mother,” Tobias sighed, igniting everyone’s drink. “Mr. Brunswick?” Chris said, feeling his chest. The combination of the coke and the initial effects of the absinthe had brought him round to seek advice from his hero. “Call me Chuck, Chris,” he said, blowing out the flame in his glass and taking a sip. “Mr. Chuck? I mean Chuck,” Chris snickered. He started tweaking his nipples without realizing it. Manetti pushed his hand down. “Um, what was I going to say? Oh yeah.” He took another sip before Manetti took his glass away. “You remember that episode where these crooks confronted a crooked cop, killed him and stole all his money?” “That set up, Chris,” he responded, rubbing a hand through his fleecy chest. He too was starting to feel the green fairy. “That seemed to happen in a lot of episodes.” “Yeah,” Chris said, looking at his idol’s chest, the pecs so round, his shoulders so hard. “Um, if there was a third guy that didn’t know any better, but the crooks got him to fetch them the illegal money, ‘cause the money was from drugs that the dirty cop had been skimming from, and this third innocent guy kills the two crooks, and steels their money, would Stacks Lightning still to track him down?” Manetti caught a quick exchange between Mitchel and Tobias. “He’d say the money should be turned over to the police, I would guess.” “But if he didn’t? If say, he bought…?” Chris looked at the mustache and wondered what it would feel like if Chuck was sucking his cock with the mustache brushing his skin, "bought a yacht..." or if they got into sixty-nining and the mustache was tickling his balls. “Dirty money has a habit of getting people dirty, son.” “That’s what I say, too. Makes you dirty,” Chris looked over at Manetti. “Real dirty.” There was a knock at the compound’s archway. The door opened, and an extremely buff Latino man with long caramel hair strolled in accompanied by a regal Black man with long flowing dreadlocks and a burly brown-bearded bear of a man. They all wore towels, their white masks and varying degrees of smiles. Tobias got up to greet his first guests putting on his own mask, while Manetti picked Chris up under his arm, saying he wanted to talk to him. He dragged the protesting Chris to their cabana, tossed him on the crusty bedsheets, and locked the door. “That’s it for you tonight. You’re grounded.” “No,” whined Chris, finding it difficult to get off the bed. “I want to play with those guys. I want to play with Chuck.” “You got too big of a mouth.” Chris was about to holler, but Manetti covered his mouth and pinned him to the bed. He raised a finger to warn Chris to behave, but Chris was struggled drunkenly and noisily. Manetti, too, was starting to feel the effects of the absinthe and knew he had to act quickly. He opened the nightstand’s drawer. He rifled through the paraphernalia. Out came a muzzle that went over Chris face. He cinched it tight. Chris tried to speak but his voice was severely muted. Manetti then took out some rope, tied the boy’s hands together and looped it into a discreet eye hook behind the headboard. Chris rolled around trying to get up but Manetti used his weight to secure the boy, first tying one leg, then the other, till the boy was spread eagle on the bed. He battled against the ropes, but the brat wasn’t going anywhere. Once he was assured Chris couldn’t escape, he observed his helplessness. Maybe it was the green fairy but he was starting to get arouse. His cock stirred beneath the folds of the towel. He looked the boy over, his eyes squinting with brooding thoughts. He sided up next to him and started stroking the defenseless boy’s cock, wanting him excited as he was. “So I’m a crab, am I?” Chris stopped contesting, and lay still. There was a new tone in Manetti’s voice, not quite playful anymore, a note of corrupt intent. “You know you've been trouble all night. You've been disobedient.” The tone his father took when he was about to get a beating. Manetti starting scanning the room. “Do you think I haven't noticed the gym bag’s not here. Where is it? What did you do with it?” he asked menacingly, not playing around. Not playing with his dick, just gripping it hard. Genuine fear lit up in Chris’ eyes. Manetti reached into the bondage drawer and brought out a thick studded dog collar. “I think it’s time we play a new game. A game where you learn your place, the same way Drax schooled me.” He locked the collar around Chris’ neck. He shuffled through the drawer’s contents, found something that brought up an evil smile. He pulled out a roll of copper wire and an electro stimulation kit. "I can stretch this game out for a very long time and it never leaves a trace. Or you can tell me where it is. The bag." Hearing no response, slowly he wrapped each one of Chris’ testicles tightly so they each stood out away from his body. He then attached alligator clips to the end of each wire and connected it to the kit. “Where it is?” He lubed his fingers and rubbed the tip of Chris erect shaft. With his other hand he turned on the machine. Chris instantly felt as if rubber bands were snapping his balls. The ceaseless electric shocks made his body dance on the bed. Manetti turned the dial down, and repeated the question. Chris refused to answer as much from his inborn stubbornness as resistance to Manetti coercion. Manetti turn the dial up again. He continued to rub the kid’s nob, beginning to confuse Chris’ sense between pleasure and pain. “The money, kid. Where. Is. It?” He turned the dial higher and stroked his fist tighter around Chris’ erection. Chris pleaded under his muzzle for Manetti to stop. Feeling the power he had over this boy, Manetti started playing with himself. He asked Chris, “It almost feels good, doesn’t it?” He jacked them both. “Almost.” He upped the voltage again and Chris shuddered, real tears forming in his eyes. “Under the house,” he confessed through his muzzle, praying Manetti would stop. “Which house? This house?” Chris nodded. “Too many people outside.” Manetti looked wild contemplating his next move. He stared at Chris like a stranger, his dark brows scowling. His looked changed from anger to hurt. “Why’d you hide it from me?" He dialed the kit back up not for fun but to make him feel pain like he felt. "I could have just swiped it you know.” The voltage going through his balls brought out a screamed but party music played and a large chorus of men milling around muffled his cry. Chris yelled for help. That made Manetti’s mask switch back to anger. He dial the machine up even higher. Chris repeatedly begged for him to stop, but his pleas were easily drowned out by the din and disco music. Manetti closed his eyes. He’d never saw this side of Manetti. Didn’t want to. “Stop!” came out as a muffled plea. Manetti turned off the kit. On re-opening his eyes were clouded, it looked like he didn’t recognize Chris, only that he had a tied up naked body before him. From the drawer he withdrew a leather hood that covered Chris' head down to his cheeks leaving only two hole for his eyes to peer through. He laid a case on the bed and unzipped it. The case revealed twelve shiny metal instruments, long rods whose widths ran from thin to very thick, secured onto a bed of red velvet. Manetti removed one of the thinner ones. He was still stroking the thin body of the boy, but stopped momentarily to grease the rod. “You need to mind completely. Do whatever ever I say when I say it.” He pushed Chris’ pole straight up. With his pinky finger, he pushed lubricant into the boy’s piss slit, then held the instrument against the opening. He let it slide in about an inch, sending shockwaves over Chris as he realized what was about to happen. Manetti took a firm grip of his cock and stroking it, encouraged the weight of the rod to penetrate the boy’s urethra. It slowly made its way down. At first Chris bucked against the invasion, but that made the rod fall even faster so he stopped, tried to accept it, and felt it ooze steadily and unrelentingly downward. He flung his head back and forth at the odd and unnatural sensation. Never thought anything could enter him so intimately, so overwhelming his sense of what could and what couldn’t be done to his body. With every inch he wanted to it out of him, but with every inch it seduced him by its callous indifference. There was a slight S-shape bend in it, and about four inches in, it fell quickly in line with the contours of his channel, slid swiftly in all the way. Manetti then once again started stroking him. The thrill of steel violating his body like this, having Manetti control all his senses, was enough to bring him to an orgasm in spite of the perversity or perhaps because of it. Manetti read how the faceless body bucked in his hand. He released the cock and let it bob on its own, as the kid twitched but didn’t cum. He pulled the tip of the rod almost all the way out then let it slide back in again on its own accord. After minutes of these internal dick fucks, Chris grew to desire this new feeling of his penis being tortured, loved that Manetti was his torturer. When Manetti allowed him to jerk his cock into his hand, Chris realized this man could do anything to him he wanted. “Are you a good boy?” Manetti pulled out one of the thicker instruments and held it up to Chris to contemplate. Chris shook his head both with fear and excitement. “No, you won’t be good?” Chris nodded that he would. “Oh, you’re saying you want this?” Chris shook his head no. “Doesn’t really matter what you want, boy.” The man pulled the tip of the sound out, lubed the new thicker rod, pushed more lube in his slit and held the sound against Chris’ thin opening. “I’ll eventually fuck your cock with my pinkie. Think you’ll like that?” Manetti pushed the thicker sound into his piss slit. Chris cried No! under his muzzle, but the heavy rod dropped steadily and painfully down his shaft, stretching it wider than his urethra was meant to stretch. The boy rasped inside his muzzle, his body shaking at the odd and torturous discomfort. Manetti had started stroking him again, again confusing his receptors, unable to determine whether he wanted this feeling or wanted it to stop. Manetti wouldn’t stop either way so he laid there while the rod inched his way down, aided by Manetti’s pumping fist. The rod halted about three inches into his shaft. Manetti eased his grip and with his fingers started rubbing the spot in his shaft just below where the sound had stopped. The finger stimulated Chris’ urethra, involuntary inviting the painful invader to continue its journey. It fell in deeper. Manetti kept at him, lightly scratching further down his shaft, provoking the painful acceptance of the monstrously thick instrument. Tiring of how long it was taking, Manetti pushed the remaining inch of the sound into Chris, who let out a muffled holler of pain. He then took sadistic delight in pulling the large rod out and back in, spending an extraordinary amount of time watching the boy’s body go from excruciating agony to mild excitement and, eventually, complete rapture. The boy gradually began fucking the air, gyrating his hips. “Good little pain pig. That’s it, be daddy’s pain addict. You like this, don’t you, fucker.” Chris' brain was too addled to respond. All he knew to do was fuck the air harder to keep the instrument poking his prostate. He’d convulse uncontrollably, then return to fucking the fucker inside his shaft. He was ready to blow but Manetti felt darker impulses emerge. He pulled off the boy's mask and intimately appraised Chris face. How easy it was, Manetti thought, to pervert the boy. How the kid’s instincts, being Ben’s brother, were on the slutty side anyway. He decided he wanted to be the one to push him over the edge, make him a dirtier pig than even he was. He left the sound where it was and searched the drawer withdrawing several plastic tubes, a metal ball clam and hex key, and a hand pump, and placed all of it on the bed. “You think you’re some fucking clean cut kid. But I know there’s a dirty street whore in you, a homeless pussy boy who'd do anything for a meal, anything for his next fix.” He licked the kid’s nipple and placed one of the smaller tubes over it and pumped it till it sucked in a good inch of the kid’s tit. He did the same for the other one. It didn’t hurt but Chris saw how plump his nipples were in the vacuum. Soon he’d have utters like Manetti and Master Drax. Manetti unwrapped the copper wire and pulled Chris’ balls painfully down, locking the thick ball weight around his stretched testicles. With the hex key, he locked it in place. “Who owns you now, boy?” “You do, Sir,” Chris called out from under the muzzle, hoping Manetti would let him go. “Hardly mine yet, boy,” Manetti replied. “Soon though. Sometime tonight you're going to prove to me you're a whore. Only then will you'll be mine.” He picked out a very large butt plug with a metal strip running down it. He generously applied lube and twisted it into Chris ass, who grunted as it was going in. As it stretched his ass open to the object’s full width, Chris’ protesting cries came to a crescendo. His ass lips slipped over its wide smooth edge and, as it quickly narrowed, his sphincter pulled it into himself. Chris breathed heavily trying to adjust to the huge object now inside his rectum. Its base kept his anus opened with a constant three inch stretch. Manetti took the wire that came out of the butt plug’s base and connected it into the electro kit. He then took an alligator clip and attached it to the tip of the thick sound going into the boy's shaft. He adjusted some setting and flicked it on. “This cycles up for a very long time before it comes back down. You’re going to love it. Or maybe not. I didn’t at first, but Drax used it to finally persuade me to not only use my hole, but to be it.” Chris felt the first tiny spark slowly run down his penis, then snap sharply through his prostate and land on the metal edge of the butt plug traveling from inner tip slowly ascending out to his sphincter. Once the journey ended, it began again. Tip, to root, snap through his prostate, and run out his hole. It didn't really hurt, more or less tickled. “Do you know the story of the frog who was put in a bowl of warm water and was slowly boiled to death?” Manetti asked the muzzled Chris. “That’s the setting on the machine. It's called the boiled frog. The voltage increases so slowly you won’t realize when it eradicates what's up here,” he said, tapping Chris’ temple. “After, all you’ll see yourself as, is as a hole.” The spark was manageable. Not painful. Its regularity was almost soothing. Almost. Manetti got up and after washing up in the bathroom came back in and searched his jeans, pulling out a small baggy of white powder. “Holy Christ, do you even know how hot you look right now, baby? I don’t know why," he said with glossy eyes, "but I'm lovin' the idea of whoring you out all night. I want you to take so many loads you’re going to be shitting cum into next week.” He returned to the bathroom and soon came back with two orange-capped rigs. Tapping the vial to the light, Manetti said, his voice dispassionate and clinical, “This’ll get you through the next hour. You want to flirt with Crusher and Brunswick? I’ll let you play with them all you want. I want everyone to play with you, but first they gotta pay. Don’t move your arm.” Manetti felt for a protruding vein, stuck him, saw the flash of red, and slammed him good. Chris coughed beneath the muzzle. Manetti ran a hand across his hot flesh, his skinny ribs, the smooth concave belly. He lightly stroked the boy’s flicking dick. The kid responded with the expected quiver everywhere he touched. He removed the muzzle. “You want dick, don’t you, boy?” Chris licked his lips as if starving. “Yeah, Sir,” he said in a steady and determined voice, eyes like large black pearls. “Lots of dick. And fist, Sir. Lots of fists.” Chris bobbed his head eagerly, mouthed a silent thank you. Every now and then his hips twitched as the voltage leapt through his prostate. “Don’t thank me yet,” Manetti responded, uncapping his rig. He stuck himself, rode the rush, and steadied himself with a hand on the door. He turned off the lights, opened the drapes, and left Chris to spin, while he went out to fuck someone or get fucked, he didn’t give a fuck which, and then come back to fetch Chris for his first trick of many. The door clicked shut. In the dark, Chris laid spread eagle on the bed, rushing wildly, shuddering lightly. Pain sat with him so he wasn’t alone. It was becoming familiar, pain was, not a friend exactly—maybe more of an escort. He glanced through the window, each round of electricity growing a little more pronounced, drilling a bit deeper into his permanent hard wiring. He looked up. Outside, in the wavering light of the pool, a sea of a thousand naked men swam toward him. ***