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Part One. Brad was in a really good mood. His son was coming home from college. He was going to his mothers for a few days aftuter dropping off his college roommate but, he was going to be home for the rest of the summer. Brad loved his son. He had never met his roommate but Kevin, his son, said that Greg, the roommate, was a great friend and needed a place for the summer. Brad was happy to take him in. If Kevin liked him then Brad would. He was also going to be stepping away from his business for a while. Brad ran a high-end escort service. For the right price he could get you any man or woman you wanted. He sometimes took clients himself. You see Brad was HIV positive and men would pay thousands for Brad to give them the gift. He also did for free when it happened organically. Brad was gay. His marriage had been a disaster that ended in pure bitterness from his ex. The only thing good about it was Kevin. Now they were due any minute. He soon saw Kevin's car and two very tired looking college boys dragging luggage to the house. "Dad." Kevin said as he hugged his father. "Kevin, welcome home." "Dad, this is Greg." Kevin said as an introduction. "Hello sir." Greg added. "No, call me Brad. I hate being called sir or mister." "Okay, Brad it is." Brad shook Greg's hand and noticed something on his breath and on his upper lip. Brad was very perceptive and he knew the smell and look of stale cum when it was there, no matter how faint. He got the vibe right away, Greg is just as gay as he was and Kevin did not know. He was told that they would stop to sleep at a rest stop and Brad knew Greg must have stepped out for a quickie. Greg blushed, he knew what Brad knew. "You guys must be hungry and tired. I have some food in the kitchen then you can wash up and get to sleep." It was pretty late and they had plenty of time. After a couple of days Kevin went to visit his mom and it was Brad and Greg alone. The first day Brad decided to spend it by his pool. It was hot. He put on trunks and some suntan lotion and went to his patio chair. Greg joined him. The two got along real well. Brad wanted to ask the question when they were alone. "So, you are gay like me?" "Yeah. I have known for years." "Why have you never told Kevin?" "As weird as it sounds, it has never come up. Neither of us are partiers, we stick to studies. We both are taking hard core classes and neither of us want to fuck up our grades. So we have spent what little time off we had watching movies and stuff. I know it will not be bad for him to find out. He loves you and cannot stop bragging about you. My family has either died or forced me out so Kevin became the person I just hung out with and we just don't do anything that made coming out a big deal." Brad seemed to be pouring his heart out. "What about you. I know enough to know that you are a gift giver from your tattoos." He had a biohazard and scorpion tat on his chest. Brad laughed, "You don't do anything?" "I never said that, I am too busy most of the time. I still sneak a peak online and hit a gloryhole when I need relief. It is just very rare." Brad looked at Greg, I mean really looked, for the first time. This this, well built young man was beautiful. The attraction was there but would it could it lead anywhere? Brad had rules with sex, no condoms and no pulling out. He was a dominate top and that was that. Would Greg be into this and what would he tell his son. Greg leaned in and kissed Brad. Fuck it, he will think of something. Brad grabbed Greg's hands, "Let's take this to the bedroom." They got there in record time and were naked and making out right away. Greg kissed his way down Brad's body. When he reached Brad's dick he kissed the head then started to suck it. Brad moved into a 69 position and returned the favor. When they were both nice and hard Brad grabbed some lube and rubbed some on his finger. He inserted it into Greg's ass both lubing and priming it up. Brad could tell that this would be his first time taking anything in his ass. Well it was too late now Brad pushed his mushroom head against Greg's virgin hole and pushed himself into it. Greg whimpered as his ass opened and spread to accommodate this invader. Greg looked like he was experiencing a mixture of pain, fear and ecstasy. Brad loved that look on a boy getting his ass roughed up for the first time. He fucked Greg hard. Greg was now moaning. Brad was going to make sure the bug took effect. Because he used so little lube and was in by force more than anything Greg's insides were tearing. Nothing too bad but enough for him to accept the gift of Brad's precious seed and all it's toxicity. Greg was now cumming all over his chest and belly. Brad scooped up all of it and fed it to Greg. "No sperm gets wasted with me." "Yes." "No, no, no yes Daddy." "Yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy, poz me Daddy, make me your poz cum slut Daddy." With that Brad could take no more. He shot a load right into Greg's ass. "I am not done yet." "Daddy, please give me more." "Of course baby. Daddy loves to share his seed with the willing." Brad pumped more into Greg. This continued until Brad had nothing left. He inserted a specially made butt plug to keep in as much as possible. He fed Greg the rest. This was just the start of the day. After getting some rest, as well as food and water, they were right back at it. This was pretty much the whole day. The two were becoming more than a fuck buddies. They were a couple. In just 2 days they were like a married couple, who were open and one called the other daddy. Brad was still not sure how he would explain it to Kevin but he was not due home for two more weeks. They had Greg tested quickly by a doctor was was a client of Brad's service and got it done as soon as possible. Between Brad'd HVL and as many loads as Greg took he was shown to be poz. They celebrated by getting Brad his first tattoo and going home to fuck some more. They were so excited they threw their clothes all over the house as they ran to the room. After their fuck fest they both fell asleep in each others' arms. They woke up together kissed and were both starting to rub each other's cocks when they heard a shout, "What the hell is this?" Part 2 is written, should I share it?

1. Jimmy landed in Los Angeles on a Monday at 1:00pm. His parents had insisted that he stay through Sunday so he could go to church and see his grandparents. It meant he had to wake up at 4:00am to get to the airport in time. It wasn't that bad; he had worked the past two summers at his uncle's farm, and he was used to waking up unpleasantly early. He touched his front pocket again. There was a wad of cash; it was his savings from the summer jobs, plus a small amount of money from his grandparents. If he was careful, it was just enough for a deposit on a small apartment and a few month's worth of living expenses. He had dreamed of moving to LA since he was in middle school and decided that he wanted to be an actor. He was glad the flight landed early; he collected a large backpack and duffle bag, and then got an uber to an AirBnB in Silver Lake. He was surprised that it only took thirty minutes to get there; he believed that it took hours to get anywhere in LA. He found the key to the small building in the back yard; it was a spartan studio, but it was a place to leave his bags. He looked at his phone. It was 2:30, and he had an appointment to see a studio apartment nearby at 3:00. He washed his face, and headed out into the September sun. He reached the building just in time. The building was old, but the neighborhood was nice, with a cafe and a few nice restaurants. He was hungry, but remembered he had to be careful with money. He knocked on the superintendent's door. "Coming," the voice said, gruff, manly, and already annoyed. "Yes?" the man said, as he opened the door. Jimmy was momentarily silent. The man towered above Jimmy. He was wearing a tank top which made it clear his massive bulk was all muscle. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants. Jimmy tried not to stare at the massive boner he could see through the fabric. "Uh," Jimmy stammered. "I'm Jimmy. I'm here about the studio?" "Oh yeah. Give me a second." He disappeared back into the dark apartment, then emerged a few seconds later. "Come on," he said, and guided Jimmy to the back of the complex, and up the stairs. The apartment was on the far side, on the second floor. It was a little larger than the AirBnB. "Here it is," the guy said. "$850 a month, with utilities." Jimmy found it hard to concentrate. He wanted to stare at the superintendent, but forced himself to look at the small kitchen. There was a stove and oven, and a tiny fridge. He turned around; the super was rubbing his crotch. "You have nice lips," he said. "I bet we can work out a discount on the rent." Back in Nebraska, Jimmy had sucked off the quarterback several times a week. Jimmy knew what to do, and knelt down in front of the super. He pulled down the older man's sweat pants, and a massive nine inch cock fell out. "I love a boy who knows what to do," the super moaned, as Jimmy took the head of the man's cock in his mouth. "Oh fuck," the super moaned as Jimmy worked his way down the super's shaft. The superintendent had the biggest cock Jimmy had ever touched, but Jimmy didn't let that stop him. He worked his way down, feeling the dickhead press against the back of his throat. "Take it, faggot," the super said, grabbing the back of Jimmy's head and forcing him to swallow more of his thick cock. Jimmy was struggling as the man's thick cock slid down his throat. It was hard, because the superintendent had grabbed the back of Jimmy's head and was holding him down. The bigger man held Jimmy in place, even as he struggled not to gag. "I said take it, faggot," he said, ignoring Jimmy's obvious discomfort. "Please," Jimmy grunted, as he tried to gasp for air. "That gets me off," the man said, shoving his cock back into Jimmy's throat. "Fuck that feels good," he continued, forcefully pounding the young man's throat. "Oh fuck," he grunted. At least it didn't last that long; it was only a few minutes before Jimmy felt his cock stiffen and the superintendent's balls tighten. "Try not to drown," he said, before his cock exploded. It was not an idle warning; the man's orgasm was intense and large. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out of his dick, and directly into Jimmy's stomach. "Not bad," the super said, pulling his softening cock from Jimmy's mouth, and wiping it off on the stubble on Jimmy's cheek. "$700 a month," he said. "You want it?" Jimmy was still on his knees, not even sure what just happened. "Uh, yeah, I guess." It was less than he had expected, and giving an occasional blow job seemed worth it. "Good. Come by at three tomorrow, and we'll do the paperwork."

Dave was stressed. He worked an upper level executive job and was overworked right now. There was a big merger happening and it was Dave's job to make sure everything went smoothly. He also was making sure no one lost their job. He was working 12-16 hours on a good day. He pretty much was sleeping at the office. Dave needed a break but was unable to get one. When it was finially finished he was told that the next project for him was going to start in a few days. No rest or vacation for him. He did take time for a regular check up with his doctor. The doc wanted to put Dave on medication but Dave refused. He knew it was his schedule and bad eating habits brought on by work that was the cause of his stress and high blood pressure. So instead Dave took more rest time. He would hit the gym on site for at least an hour a day, eat better and see a massage therapist at least once a week. He wanted someone who was trustworthy. Two friends that he had intrudiced to each other, Jack and Seth, who became really close in the past few weeks, told Dave about a guy they both used. They swore by him. He relieved their stress and open their eyes to a new way of thinking about life. He is so exclusive that you need to know a client before you gave an appointment. "He is the best ever." Seth claimed. Jack agreed, "He showed us how to be better and to embrace a new life, you need that." They gave him a business card. It said his name was "Z" and bosted that, "a PoZitive experience awaits for you." Dave thought it was nothing more then a play on words because of his name. He would soon find out the truth because he called and made an appointment. He asked for the full service, like his friends recomended. Dave went to the address on the day of the appointment. It was at an office complex not far from where he lived. Dave hit the intercom buzzer and was told everything was open for him. When he entered the office it was in almost total darkness. The only light came from many lit candles that were giving off a strong, but wonderful and relaxing, scent. Following the trail of candles he soon met Z. Since the room where the massage would happen had more then just candles lighting it Dave could see that Z was a great looking man in his early 20s. Z had brown hair that was longish and dark brown eyes like seemed to shine. He was in tremedious shape. He was shirtless and wore only shorts. "Not at all what I was expecting." Dave thought. Z shook his hand and said hello and welcome. When that happened Dave felt like a bolt of lighting jolted him and a fog started to hit him. "Get undressed and lie on the bed, om your belly." Z told him. Dave did as was told. The bed was big enough for four people to lie on it. Z then lit more of the same candles at the ends of the bed. Smal fans blew the smoke and that intoxicaiting scent into his nostrals. Dave felt himselh losing inhibiations. Then the massage started. Z rubbed Dave's back, neck and legs perfectly. Dave never felt such pleasure in his life. The oil used must have had the same thing that made the candles scent make him so relaxed. He could feel his dick getting hard. How was this happening. Dave is, was, straight. He never thought about doing anything sexualy with men. This was changing. Z soon did something really unexpected. He inserted a finger into Dave's ass. He was so relaxed that he put up no resistance. It was a tight fit though. Z rubbed the tip of his finger around and Dave thought he made some cuts. "Roll onto your back." Z said after removing his finger. Dave did as commanded. Z removed his shorts revealing the biggest dick he had ever seen. It was massive. "Are you ready for the PoZitive part of this?" Dave was confused but shook his head yes. Z thengrabbed Dave's ankles and lifted him them high in the air exposing his ass. Z then came in closer and started rubbing the head of his massive cock against Dave's virgin asshole. "Here is what you need." He looked up and in what sounded like a prayer said, "Thank you my MASTER for this." Then he pushed his dick into Dave so fast and hard that Dave screamed in pain. Z managed to get all of it inside of him. As Z pushed and pushed his dick into Dave he could feel his ass stretching and opening up to accept this invasion. Dave never felt anything like it. It was the best thing he ever experienced. Z was a master of fucking. He sped up and slowed down at the right times to make sure Dave was experiencing the best possible fuck. "Oh god, please keep fucking me." Dave whimpered. Z just smiled. Soon Z started breathing hard. "Here it comes, my Poz cum. My toxic demon jizz." He shot a load right into Dave's ass. Dave came at th same time. He thought it was going to end. "Just relax, I am no where near finished." Z kept fucking him. Dave's eyes rolled into the back of his head and passed out from the pleasure and the experience. He woke up to find that Z was still fucking him. "Once I start, I do not stop until I am done. And I was no where near done. You are getting my high viral loads. You are getting my gift." Dave knew that ment HIV but did not care. If he were to die right then and there it would be worth it. "Yes,fuck my ass. Give me HIV. Give me your blessed poison.: With those words Z shot another load into him. It looked like that was the last one because Z stopped. He allowed hisself to get softer while still inside Dave until he pulled out. Dave was exausted but Z procedded to lick Daves ass until he had plenty of cum in it. He then kissed Dave so he could taste what was now infrcting him. "Tasty?" Dave only nodded yes. They stayed in the bed for a litte while longer. Dave learned that there was a spell in the candles and oils that make one open to getting fucked by guys. "My MASTER taught me how to do it." "I am glad he did." Dave replied. "So what now?" "Now you go get checked and when you turn up poz we will celebrate." Dave knew that was going to happen real soon.

You asked for it. Part 2 Brad and Greg were startled to see Kevin standing there. He looked confused and hurt. "Again I ask, what the hell is going on here?" "Son, this is not how I wanted you to find out." "Kevin, I am gay like your dad is. We really hit it off." Kevin was calming down but still not happy. "This is weird, this is wrong. My dad and my best friend." "Kevin, what are you doing home so soon?" Kevin was about to say don't change the subject but decided that he needed to explain that. "Mom is still bitter about you. She was horrible the whole visit and said this morning that she hated everything about the marriage and that included me." "I am sorry son." Brad started to get up but Kevin brushed it off. "No, I am not in the right frame of mind about this. Dad you pozzed Greg?" Brad was about to speak but Greg spoke first. "Yes he did. I wanted him to. I love him and he loves me. We are both adults and can make our own choices. I am sorry this is how you found out. It was wrong. I know you tried to call us to say you were coming back. I heard both our phones ring but did not look to see what happened. I know what your mom sad hurt and seeing us is a shock but I think I know what is really making you act this way. You are not angry you are jealous. You wanted it to be you and not me who took Daddy's seed." Brad looked confused and Kevin looked scared. "I can see it in your eyes. We are both naked and you never told us to cover up even though you can see it. I can see a bulge in your pants and your eyes were always on the fact that I have been rubbing your dad's dick the whole time." Kevin sat on the end of the bed and started crying. "Yeah, it is true. Dad, I have had a crush on you for years now. Ever since puberty. Yeah I like girls but it was always you I wanted." Brad slid over and hugged his son. Kevin returned the hug and then decided to take the biggest chance in his life. He leaned in and kissed his father on the lips. Closed mouth at first. Brad did nor move away. Rather, he returned it. Soon the father and son were open mouth kissing. They were getting more passion filled. Greg came over and started stripping Kevin. "Daddy, please fuck my brother." "Brother?" "He is your brother now. And you can call me Daddy now as well." Of course Daddy." "I want you to fuck your brother Kevin." Greg laid on his back as Kevin crawled up behind him. Daddy put some lube on his bio son's tip and watched as one son fucked the other. Daddy then crept up in back of his bio son and forced his own dick into bio son's. Daddy could not believe it. He was fucking his son. This was not a game or roleplay this was really it. His son was now his lover. This was the best fuck he ever had. Family sex was best. "Daddy fuck me harder please, fuck me harder Daddy. Please I need you to fuck me." Daddy did as his son asked him. Soon Kevin was filling up Brad. Brad then slid out and put his ass up to Kevin's face so he could eat the cum out of his ass. Then Daddy shot a load right into his bio son's willing and open hole. Like before the lack of lube caused skin to open up and then absorb the blessed seed into his blood. "I guess this is how we spend the rest of summer." Kevin quipped. They all laughed. Kevin also got tested quickly and was positive. They all got special matching tattoos. Kevin and Greg even got married with Brad (Daddy) adopting Greg so they were all a real family. A family that spreads poz seed with each other and with anyone else they choose to let in om their secret.

I haven’t posted in this topic in a while. I have been busy getting bred for a couple of weeks now. Last night I stopped by the Forrest preserve on my way home. Not much out except families. I was about to leave when a car pulled next to me. He was a slim balding guy. I could tell even from the shoulders up he was really thin. We smiled at each other and he got out of his car and got into mine. He asked what do I like and I gave my usual answer... I like it all. He asked if I take ALL loads and I said of course. A couple of minutes later he was balls deep in my back seat. He had that hot wasting look. I worked him to completion and gave him my number. I think he will be using me again.

I'm trying an experiment here. I write a fair amount, but don't publish much. I want to publish more. So, here's a project I'm going to try. This is Soccer Boy's Spiral. Each chapter is short, less than a thousand words, and I write it in a day. I'll post it here a few days later, or "near real time." I don't know what way this story is going to go; I've got a broad arc, but I'm not so skilled that I might just write myself into a corner. On the other hand, this is also a chance for a audience-sourcing. You make a comment, you might see it reflected within a few days. I'm going to try this for a month. I'll see what happens. If I stop before then, I'll explain why. At the end of the month, not sure. We'll see. Now, meet Jimmy. He's eighteen, just out of high school, and moving to LA.

Drew hadn't been sexually active in months because of the covid lock-down. He'd been to his usual sauna back at the end of February and given and taken some good loads, but since then he'd been covid chaste. The sexual tension was growing week on week and he was dying for a screw. He was online corresponding with a BZ friend, who expressed similar exasperations in being unable to meet up. At the end of the conversation, because the restrictions had been opened up to allow meeting up with one other person, whilst maintaining a safe distance, they agreed to meet up at a common not that far from either of them. Drew arrived in a dishevelled shaggy state, not having been to a barbers for a long time. His friend Mark was neat and fully shaved, his bald head seemed to give him a very masculine and alluring manner. They wandered together into the brush, passing by some old gravestones marking an old abandoned cemetary. When they got to a more secluded spot surrounded by bushes, Mark's sexual frustration overcame him and he dropped his trousers to expose his already fully erect penis. Drew had been gagging for it for ages and so decided to gag on his cock and slurped veraciously. They both wanted this so much. They both missed this so much. Drew was so turned on by this that he started to strip completely naked, Mark joined in. They were both bollock naked. Mark took over now sucking on Drew's tumescent dick bringing it to a raging hard-on. Drew was now ready for real action and turned Mark round as he leant against a tree and with no more than a spit on his cock plunged his manhood into his eager companion. Drew had missed this so much and was so turned on by the situation that he realised it wouldn't take much for him to shoot his load deep inside Mark's arse. He was going for it hammer and tongs. Mark was crying out with appreciative grunts as his bottom was being violated for the first time in ages. Unbeknownst to them their commotion drew the attention to another man who was strolling through this part of the common. He came upon the pair of stark naked fuckers and expressed his seeming disapproval of their behaviour, citing the lock-down restrictions and the possibility of being seen by others whilst fucking. Nevertheless, the guy, who on the one hand was remonstrating, on the other was obviously beginning to sport an amazing hard-on inside his trousers. Drew continued to fuck Mark mercilessly and strangely the by-passers remonstrations merely encouraged him to continue on his mission to seed Mark's arse. He could feel the pent-up feeling of his spunk and released it in greats spasms deep inside. As he pulled out another squirt of jizz squirted from his cock. The sight of which so turned-on the passer-by that he got out his own cock and started to wank himself off. Drew then took the initiative: he bent over and took the guy's cock into his mouth. As he bent over, Mark now had full access to Drew's arsehole. Drew felt Mark rubbing his cock up and down his crack as Drew ravenously slurped on this new guy's dick. Drew had to be careful though not to bite his cock to hard when suddenly he felt Mark push his cock inside him violently. Drew was now enjoying a spit roast. As he sucked the guy off, Drew started to finger the man's anus. He responded with groaning. He could hear the guy's breathing as he was sucking, getting heavier and heavier and then the taste of warm salty liquid as he shot his load inside Drew's mouth. At the same time Mark's timing was impeccable as he shot his pent-up load deep inside Drew and felt his cum dribbling down his balls. The passer-by proceeded to pull up his trousers. “Hang on a minute” Drew stated, “We've not finished with you”. My friend's cock needs cleaning off, his cum's still dribbling out!” The guy complied and started sucking Mark's dick. As before this bending over to suck the dick gave access to this man's hole. Drew started wanking himself back to full manhood. When he was ready he started fingering his hole as he noshed on Mark's penis. Drew worked several fingers in, in order to accommodate the large dick that was about to penetrate his hole. Then when fully prepared Drew pushed hard and past his sphincter, his erect cock inside the man's bare hole. “I don't do bareback” the guy mumbled between slurps. “You do now” Drew emphatically replied as he thrust in and out of his primed hole getting in to a good rhythm. As Drew fucked harder and harder, so the guy sucked harder and harder. Mark gave out a great cry as he shot his load first into the mouth and then, as the man spat it out, over the guy's face. This so turned Drew on that he pumped his second load of the day into the now barebacked and bred visitor. But as he released his sperm inside, he was also releasing loads of hiv inside too. For unbeknownst to Drew, the symptoms that he thought were of covid a couple of months before were in fact fuck flu'. His viral load was now quite high and he'd unwittingly seeded two guys with his poz cum.

i am vietnamese american and i just have to say that we need to call out racism in the gay community. i feel like some gay men don't believe they can be racist because they are gay and have also suffered from discrimination. the whole preference excuse to write off their prejudice i find very annoying. it's not a preference when you automatically write off a whole group of people based on their skin color. when someone says no blacks,no asian, etc.... that is racist. are you honestly saying that our of the millions of black and asian men in the world there isn't one of them that you would find attractive? that seems ridiculous to me. we need to really think about how our preferences have been shaped by society and culture. when people of color are not represented or not represented in a positive light in pop culture it affects who people in our society find attractive. this is another example of white privilege. i have run into many white men that consciously or unconsciously assume that i would be into them because they are white. so yes we all have preference because attraction is very personal, but it becomes racist when you write off whole groups of people. as to what we can do right now, we can use the power of our voice and vote. when white people show up to a protest and stand with black and brown people, it sends a very powerful message to police. you are saying that if you are going to beat up black and brown people you have to go thru us! show up speak up.

Part 11 "Now? You all warmed up?" Mr. Kelly and Mr. Miller were talking to each other like when teachers talk to each other during class. They pretend we're not there and completely ignore us. What were they talking about? Mr. Miller answered Mr. Kelly. "You two have been playing all day. I'd say you're more than warmed up. The points are in the case in my bag." I was so lost. "Points? Are we playing a game or something? How many points do I have?" They all laughed. Even Justin. I thought he was on my side. "What's funny?" "Relax Jake. We'll explain. It's all about having as good a time as you can have. We want to do that for you. We want to make this first night so good and pleasurable that you never forget it. I know I'll always remember fucking you." The last part Mr. Miller whispered in my ear. I moaned a little hearing him say that. I realized then that I would do whatever it took to make this as fun as possible for all of us. I just didn't know what it was. But then Mr. Kelly, pulling out a case asked, "How do you feel about needles Jake?" "Needles? What? Wait...no I don't like needles. I don't think I want to do anything that involves needles." Mr. Miller pulled me in. "It's ok Jake. It's the same stuff you've been smoking so you already know what it is. It's just a little more fun and a little more intense this way. You trust us don't you?" His free hand was moving up the inside of my thigh. It would be hard to resist even if I was deathly afraid of needles. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed with the case and a belt. This was happening now and I was starting to get anxious. This felt like an escalation I definitely wasn't ready for. "Now we just need to tie this around your bicep so we can get the veins to stick out. Although looking at your arms I see your veins pretty well. We'll just do this to make sure." "Wait why do I have to go first?" "Well we have to do it on you but we all know how to do it to ourselves. You don't want us to do it to you while we're already high. Now that would be dangerous. We'll catch up quick. We're good at it." "So you do this all the time?" "Nah, but we know how to do it so it's not too hard." He was wrapping the belt around my bicep now. I was trying to control my breathing. Nerves. Mr. Kelly opened the case and then asked Mr. Miller "Which one is the beginner dose?" "Beginner dose? Jake-y doesn't need a beginner dose. I saw how he took those hits." Mr. Kelly shot Mr. Miller a look that I couldn't read but proceeded by taking a needle out. No one had called me Jake-y since my parents called me that as a child. I was just as vulnerable now in this moment as when I was a kid. "Uuuuhhh is it ok if I don't look?" Mr. Miller turned my face to him. "Just look at me. I can talk you through it and you don't have to look. Just get ready to feel better than you ever have before ok?" I nodded. "You're going to feel a cold swab. It's just the alcohol to keep things clean....Ok now a little prick. There you go. See? Not so bad. He's just pulling the needle out just a little. Oh yeah that's good Mike. And now he's pushing it all the way down. Now as soon as he takes off the belt I want you to raise that arm ok?" I nodded. I felt nothing. Justin started removing the belt and once he pulled it off, I raised my arm above my head. It hit me like a truck. I sat up to put my arm up but the shot threw me back down against the headboard and a huge coughing fit put me on my back in the bed. I could feel the warmth working into my entire body and the tingling I felt before was something else entirely now. All I could get out was an "Oh fuck" at first. I was writhing around a little. It felt like my body was trying to jump out of it self. I had lost all control and it was freaking me out. Once Mr. Kelly put everything down he laid down beside me and held me. I leaned into him. "You're good. This all just means it's working. You just wanna ride this out. Accept it into you and give in to it." He was rubbing my chest but I was still moving around with no control. "Fuck how much did you put in there?" Mr. Miller didn't respond. He was giving himself a shot. He coughed twice and then said "Ooooohhh yeah. Fuck yes. That's good." He was in much better control than I was. I was still trying to ride the wave. It was like electricity coursing through me over and over. Eventually the fear started to subside and the high settled in. That's when I felt what they wanted me to feel. The high that is impossible to describe. A high that feels good but a high that makes you hungrier. I could feel it. The room that opened with a couple hits...the walls were just torn down. I caught a glimpse of the screen and it looked like only the bottom and one of the tops was left. "I'm about to cum" the top said. "Breed me" the bottom yelled. "Breed me" I shouted out in the room. All the men responded and Mr. Kelly turned my face to him. "That's right son. Feels good doesn't it? This is going to be the best night of your life." "Fuck dad. Yeah this feels so good. Fuck me dad. I need you inside me. I want your cum in me." Mr. Miller was standing at the foot of the bed listening and stroking his long cock. "Fuck yeah Jake-y." He let go of his cock and put both hands on my ankles slowly moving them up. My legs were still jerky but he had full control. He maintained eye contact as he got closer. "I've been waiting to get inside you for so long. Are you ready for this 10 inch cock to fuck you raw?" I just moaned. Even making words was hard. It felt like only the filthiest shit was coming out of my mouth. So when I was able to speak when he touched my ass with his big hands I said, "Mr. Miller I wanna feel you shoot your hot cum inside me. I need that huge cock." "Do you want me to use a condom Jake?" I shook my head. "Tell me Jake. I need to hear it. Do you want me to use a condom." "Fuck no Mr. Miller. Fuck me raw. I need my history teacher to fuck me bare." "Guess that slam worked." I almost forgot Justin was in the room. I looked over at him. He was stroking his thick cock and was holding what looked like my phone. I could have sworn that was my case but it didn't occur to me to ask about it. Mr. Miller was about to lay his body on top of mine. I felt his weight press against me. My body was still ringing from the shot and it felt more intense with another body on top of me. I pushed my body up trying to press even harder into Mr. Miller our cocks rubbing against each other. It was then that I realized how much of that tingling was centered in my cock and hole. I was so sensitive that Mr. Miller's body was getting me wild. "This is so wrong." I managed to say between moans. "You shouldnt be doing this. Getting one of your students high and then fucking him." "Yeah? You think what I'm doing is fucked up? Fucking one of my students after I got him an adult sized slam?" I nodded as we looked each other in the eyes. "Youre fucking right. This is so fucked up. That's why you want it so bad isnt it? Because it is so wrong.This is what you want isnt it? Sex that is this [banned word]? Is that in your darkest fantasies? [banned word] fucking?" He said those last words in a whisper right into my ear. I just moaned. The high changed me. Or it was bringing the real me out. This should have scared me but I was too high to care. "Yeah Mr. Miller. I want you. Fuck me," He lifted himself off me and shifted down between my legs. He lifted my ass and spread my cheeks apart. "You shave your hole boy?" I shook my head. "Aw fuck. Naturally smooth hole. I need to taste this." His tongue probed my hole and I felt the scratchiness of his 5 oclock shadow brush against me. I moaned loud and Mr. Kelly who was on the bed the entire time stifled my moan with a kiss. We were making out like animals again. My high just making me give in to my basest desires. "Fuck dad this is so hot. I love you dad." Even with how high I was I did pause not believing what I had said. Mr. Kelly smiled. "I love you too son. Youll always be my boy." We kissed even harder as Mr. Miller tongue fucked me. Then I felt Mr. Miller lift my legs and place them onto his shoulders. Mr. Kelly broke our kiss and we both looked at Mr. Miller. "You ready for this Jake? I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of this raw cock. He placed the head of his cock at my hole and rubbed his leaking precum on it teasing me. I could feel some soreness from being fucked by Mr. Kelly twice already today but it didnt matter. I wanted this and whatever else was waiting for me tonight. Looking into my eyes he pushed the head in and pushed another inch into me. "Oh fuck you're tight. Holy fuck. How are you still so tight after you had that in you?" Mr. Kelly laughed. He was stroking his thick cock as if to remind me what Mr. Miller was talking about. "Wait til he clenches his hole on you. It will make you work so hard not to cum." With that reminder I tried to tighten my hole around Mr. Miller's cockhead. "Fuck! Oh my g--" Mr. Miller liked it. I did it once more and that changed the look on his face into something that almost looked more sinister. "Beautiful smooth tight boy. I'm gonna take this slow so our first time together will last but dont worry Jake. I am going to flood your insides with my load." He pushed in deeper. He was big. "I'm about halfway in. How does that feel?" Halfway in? At this rate his cock would puncture a lung. But it felt good pushing into me. The pressure was what I was missing since Mr. Kelly pulled out of me a few hours before. "Youre so big Mr. Miller." "I'm not as thick as Mr. Kelly over here but I'm longer." As he slowly pushed the rest of his cock in he looked at me feeling the pain and the pleasure of his big cock. "How does it feel knowing that your history teacher is the first guy to touch you so deep inside with his raw cock. Oh fuck I love making you roll your eyes to the back of your head....Fuck youre so tight and warm." I was just moaning. He was so deep and it was like he had hit a second spot that Mr. Kelly didnt reach. To hit that spot while I was so high I was still feeling that warmth running through me made me writhe under him uncontrollably. "Yeah boy. Fuck thats good." He kept the strokes slow always pulling out until just his head was inside me and all the way until his balls were pressed against my ass. When he pulled out I could feel the emptiness I felt before. When he pushed in I could feel him stretching me again. But I wanted more. I brought my hands to his ass and tried to pull him in more. "You like that?" he asked looking me in the eyes. "Hold it there." He pushed fully in and held it. Then I felt him flex his cock in my hole and I moaned loud pushing up to kiss him. I squeezed my hole around his cock now so deep in me and he moaned into my mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth. I squeezed as hard as I could and his moan in my mouth was a word. "fuuuuuck." Then I felt that flex again but I knew this time he was shooting his cum deep in me. He flexed multiple times and I could feel his body against me shaking. It was a different spasm from Mr Kelly cumming into me. With the high I was still feeling really intensely somehow I felt like I could feel that cum shooting into me. I kept a hold on his ass so he wouldn't pull out. "I think I felt your cum shooting in me." "I shoot loads hard. I can cum really far so I bet you felt my cum like a bullet inside you. I wanted for this to last but I wanted that tight smooth hole for so long and finally feeling my raw cock so deep in your teen body--it was too much to hold back." "Fuck that's so hot. I'm glad you didn't hold back." Just hearing that made me ready to get fucked again. The electricity of the slam was still running through me. That's when I heard Justin. "That was so fucking hot. Is it my turn yet?"

Thanks for all your kind comments. Im glad youre enjoying the story. I just wanted to write something that ticked all my boxes 🙂 so its hot to see there are other guys who are into the slow build too. Havent decided if I should end the story soon and start something new or just see where this could go long term. Thanks for reading! Part 9 We lay like that for a while. Making out softly and holding onto each other. He stayed inside me just like I asked. I saw and felt his first load gush out of me when he pulled out and I wanted this one to stay in me. I wanted my body to absorb his cum so that he became part of me. It was strange to think that only one day before I was a total virgin who had never done anything and now I was beginning a life as a bottom who only took cock raw and who only wanted loads shot deep in me. Mr. Kelly of all people did that. He was so hot but before that day I only thought of him as a math teacher I used to have. Everything can change so fast. He finally did pull out and only a little leaked out as he did. He told me to jump in the shower again and he'd order some food so we had the energy to keep the night going. Soon enough we were back in his bed. He handed me his laptop again and asked me to choose. Then he grabbed the pipe and took a hit. It had been a while now since our last hit so the effect was totally worn off on him. I still had some of the effects probably because it had been my first time and because he had me take so many more hits. But I was ready to get high again. He put the pipe to my mouth and I took three big hits before I settled on a video and played it on his TV. It was a group scene. It looked like 5 or 6 guys all making out at the start of the scene. They were all already naked. "This is one of my favorites" he said as he blew out the cloud from the hit he had just taken. He leaned over and put the pipe to my mouth. As I took the hit, he put his mouth to my ear. "Is this the kind of scene you want to try sometime son? Wait until the fucking starts." And as if he memorized the scene, one of the guys went to the bed at the center of the room and got on his back with his legs up. All of the other men gathered around him. "Is this a group with just one bottom?" "Yes. Do you like that idea?" I didn't answer right away. One of the men was rimming the bottom while another was making out with him. I could only think how hot it would be to have that done to me. He put the pipe to my mouth again. As I took the smoke into my lungs he said "Remember to hold it in son. Make this one a big one. I really want you to feel this deep." I did as he said and even when I felt my lungs were full I tried to take in a little more. I nodded and he pulled the pipe away and I held my breath. "Now when you're ready to let it out I want you to let it out through your nose. You'll feel more of the hit that way." I nodded as the tingling started again. This was going to feel good. It was my first day of smoking T but I could already tell what a good hit was. I exhaled through my nose and a huge cloud of smoke built around my face and down my chest. "Thats it son. Fuck that's hot watching my boy get high like that." It hit me. I started shaking and tilted my head back as I rested it against the wall. "Fffffffuuuck dad...." This was the best hit I think I had yet. For good measure, he put the pipe back up to my mouth and I took another big hit. "I want you to keep practicing blowing it out of your nose. You see the difference dont you son?" I nodded as I sucked on the pipe. He took a hit right after me and I tried to hold my breath with him. I exhaled out my nose first but he did while smoke was still building around me. He turned my face to his and we were kissing again. Animals, dad and son, pressing our mouths and bodies against each other like we couldn't get close enough. The movie got louder. Lots more moaning and a lot of "fuck yeah." I turned to look at the screen and the bottom was getting fucked. One of the guys had put the bottoms legs around his waist and leaned down to make out with him while he fucked him. They were holding onto each other like their lives depended on it. Like if they let go they would lose the pleasure that their moans and heavy breathing said they were feeling right then. But even though he hadnt cum yet the top pulled away and out of the bottom and another guy from the group stepped in and did the same thing. He pushed his hard raw cock into the bottom with a moan from both and then he pressed his body down as they started making out with the same passion as the first guy. "What are you thinking? This is something you want isn't it? You want to be the center of attention? Have tops treat you like their boy? Loving you by sharing you this way?" I just nodded. "That looks so hot" I said as I looked back at him. "It looks like it would hurt after a while though. All those cocks?" A third top was fucking the bottom now. "But I just love how they all make out with him when theyre fucking him." "Yes son. I knew you would like that. I love making out with you. I can tell that it makes you want cock so much more when a man is making love to your mouth too. You wrap your arms around me a little tighter when we kiss. You know you can still be the center of a group that doesnt have as many tops." He grabbed the pipe and lit it again putting it to my mouth. We both took two more hits. "I have to refill this pipe again. I'll be right back." He got up and walked out with the pipe. "Your cloth bag is on your desk" I called after him from the bed but he kept walking. The tops all took their turns but no one came. Then the last top pulled the bottom up to his feet. All of the guys moved from the bed to a long couch. All of the tops sat down and the bottom went to one of them and stood up on the couch before lowering himself on the tops cock. They started making out again while the other tops watched and jerked off. Mr. Kelly came back into the room with the pipe. He was still hard as steel. "I forgot that I left the bag in here." He chuckled. "You didn't hear me say that when you walked out?" He just shook his head as he filled the pipe with more of the crystals. Then he lit the pipe and took the first hit. He came over to the bed as he held the hit and leaned down above my cock and blew the cloud onto it as he put me in his mouth. It didnt feel really different but there was something about seeing my cock in this mans mouth as smoke built up around his face and my cock. He lifted his head and looked at me. "You like that?" I just smiled. "You have such a cute smile son." His words could get me so horny for him. He sat back next to me again and handed me the pipe and torch. "I want you to try taking a hit yourself. You're ready for it." I tried to do what I saw him do. I had to try the torch a couple times since the flame didn't trigger with the click the first time. "Now don't get it too close. You don't want to burn it." I pulled the flame a safe distance and then started to see the smoke starting to form. I put my mouth to the pipe and kept the torch going like he had. "That's right. Yup yup yup yup." I started to laugh and coughed up the smoke. I couldn't control myself in the moment. "What happened? Are you ok?" I was still laughing. "Do you realize that's exactly what you would say when we would have to go up to the board and explain the homework problems? That was just a funny time for that throwback." He laughed with me but told me to take a proper hit this time. I lit the pipe and as I put it to my mouth to take the hit, he leaned into me closer and put his mouth up to my ear. "You like that don't you? That your old teacher is here getting you high and breeding you with his huge loads of cum? Did you ever think when you were sitting in my class that a couple years later I would have my thick raw cock deep in you? I wanted you then too. Thinking about your smooth tight body under me and my hard bare dad cock pushing into you and feeling you from the inside." I was just mesmerized by his voice and seeing the bottom in the video moving from one tops lap to another that I wasnt even paying attention to how big the hit was until I started letting some of the smoke out through my nose while I was still taking the hit. "That's right Jake. This is a fat fucking hit. Get high for Mr. Kelly. Get high for your dad." I handed him the pipe as I held the hit. He took a hit of his own as I began to let the hit out of my nose. I was getting even higher than I was before. I was floating and at the same time I could feel that hunger building through the stirring in my cock and the yearning at my hole. He put the pipe down and turned my face to his and kissed me. As I opened my mouth to his he blew his hit into my mouth and I took it in. He pulled away and told me to hold that hit in. Combined with the hit I had just done I knew this was going to put me in a place I hadn't been yet. I let it go and could feel my whole body giving itself over to the high. He was rubbing my chest and abs. "I love seeing you like this. So fucking hot." Just then his phone rang. He went over to his desk. "Fuck. Do you mind? I should get this." I just nodded. I was too high to know what to say. He walked out into the living room. I turned my attention back to the screen. The bottom was laying on the ground on his back again. One of the tops was lying on top of him. I loved how much making out there was. I always thought in a group scene that the bottoms were just treated like holes to fuck and nothing else. That never really appealed to me. This movie though was something I never imagined. The top inside and on top of him started to moan louder in the bottoms mouth. His thrusts became harder like he was trying to get deeper inside. And then that thrust that made it clear he was cumming inside the bottom. His back was arched as he tried to get as deep as he could. And then his body had those spasms like he was still shooting. He stayed inside the bottom as they continued to make out. This was so hot. I was stroking my half hard cock and started to tease my hole with my finger with my legs spread wide on Mr. Kelly's big bed. I was thinking about Mr. Kelly's body on top of me with his hard cock pressed against my hole. I arched my back with my eyes closed feeling that high going through me as I thought about the thick head pushing into my tight smooth hole. "Holy fuck that is a hot sight to walk in on." This was a different voice. Not Mr. Kelly's. I was jolted out my head as I opened my eyes and looked up. My hands were still between my legs and my legs spread apart. "Mr. Miller?! What the fuck?" My current history teacher was standing at the door with Mr. Kelly and one more guy that I recognized but couldnt figure out how. I was coming out of my high. This was freaking me out. "Wh-- wh-- whats going on? What the fuck?"

Wondering if this is a common issue? In days/weeks after fucking guys bare, I have had what I thought was a STD, burning sensation while pissing, discharge etc. STD tests didn't show up anything other than confirm inflammation, so clinics were reluctant to give antibiotics, and I have been left to sort it out by myself. This has happened a few times, in fact out of line with the frequency of my bare fucking, which is moderate. Only once I was prescribed nitrofurantoin, which is used for cystitis in women, and it worked very quickly. The next time it happened I got myself an over-the-counter cystitis treatment (again for women) and it worked too. That makes me think what I am getting are urinary tract infections, not STDs. It wouldn't be absurd, fucking guys up the arse. However there is very little routine support for UTIs in men, for example you can't buy nitrofurantoin from the UK online pharmacies - only women can. Of course you could pretend to be a woman, but obtaining medication under false pretences is technically punishable by law. Doctors also freak out at male UTIs as they can be indicators of other problems like prostate etc so it's a messy thing to deal with. Have other tops had this issue?

Everything was set up for my monthly parTy, a few friends were helping me setting everything up. After setting the sling my friend Thomas walk towards me and said: “i have a feeling that it’s going to be a very hot party”. I only replied with an evil grin. Everybody took off the little clothes they were still wearing. I watched Thomas undress, a saw his hot tanned athletic body and when he stretched out you could see his defined abs; a rock hard eight-pack. He was only 21 but an expert at nearly everything that has to do with sexual pleasure. His fat cock was dangling between his legs; a d donkey dick. My other two friends already started and lay down on the mattresses, both were 29 and very cute. The bell rang and i opened the door 3 friends entered. As soon as the door closed they stripped and joined the rest. After a few hours i needed something to drink so i went to the kitchen when the bell rang, so i thought ‘maybe it’s that hot guy from Grindr, he had to work late so he didn’t know if he could make it.’. I saw that Thomas was standing closer by so i asked him: “Could you open the door… it’s a surprise!”. And a suprise it was, because when i came out of the kitchen i saw my 19 year old nephew standing in the living room. “Brian, what are you doing here?” i asked him. He started telling us that he and his girlfriend had a fight and that she dumped me in the club and left with the car. Then he asked if he could crash here tonight and i said “sure you can sleep upstairs… and as long as you don’t complain about our party!”. “I won’t!” he said smiling. “Why she dumped you bro?!” Thomas asked out of the blue. I told Brian he did have to tell us, but he started to tell Thomas that he started doubting if he was really straight. “When i was at the gym i started to notice that i was also looking at other guys and that always gave me a hard on.” he told us. “So in the club there was a very hot bartender and i couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. After a while i saw him coming towards me and without saying anything he grabbed my head and kissed me deep and intensive… i was shocked for a second but then the feeling took over. I kissed him back and it felt so damn good. My girlfriend saw the whole thing and he started yelling that i was a sick freak and left” he continued. The hot guy asked him if i wanted to go back to his place, but that was too fast for Brian so he left. “Everything’s going to be alright” said Thomas and i asked “If he wanted to go upstairs and if i should go with him”. “Can i also stay down here? i will sit on the couch and won’t get in the way!” he said. “That’s okay, but you have to take off your clothes, but you can leave your boxers on. Otherwise it’s awkward for the rest.” i told Brian. He look a bit surprised but nodded and said “Okay!”. Because i saw photo’s from his last holiday i know that my nephew has a very hot body; an athletic Twink. Thomas and me joint the rest and after half an hours an other friend nudged me, so i looked over towards Brian and saw that he took of his boxer and was stroking his hard cock; i guessed it was around about 8 inches. I went over to Brian and said “Guys turn you on, you can’t hide the facts… sooner or later you must act upon it… this is your chance… they can learn you a lot about sex with a man... i saw you checking out Thomas earlier, i’m sure he can teach you a lot”. “i know but my mind is conflicted… i want to but something is holding me back!” he replied. I tell him that i know something that can help him with that “…but i need you to trust me… no questions! Okay?”. I see the conflict in his eyes but he starts to smile and says “if it helps i’ll try anything!”. I leave the room and come back with a syringe and a strap. I tell him “Lay back and relax, close your eyes and don’t move”. He stutters “but… what…”. “You trusted me so no questions” i said. He lays back and tries to relax. I tie off his upper arm and tell him “If you don’t want this tell me now… You can still go to bed upstairs instead of having a life changing night with us”. He shakes his head. I then stick the needle slowly in his vein and starts injecting him with a substance that will take over his mind and turn him into the slut he really wants to be. After pulling out i say “No way back now! Enjoy!” while removing the strap. Brian sits upright and begins to cough, and i raise his arm above his head. After a 20 seconds the Tina starts to take control and he falls back in the couch. His cock is hard as a rock and standing straight up and is oozing pre-cum. Thomas see this and move towards Brian and begins to suck his hard cock whilst slowly massaging his asshole. Brian starts moaning when Thomas takes the whole length of the oozing dick in his throat. In the meantime he also begins to work a finger up the unexperienced Twink. Brians moaning becomes louder and louder. When a second finger is worked deep inside the virgin hole Thomas other hand moves up and starts slowly pinching Brians nipple. The boys slutty instincts take over as he begins twisting and turning his ass around the two fingers. Thomas feels the ass opening up so he pulls back before ramming in three fingers. This is too much for the boy and his body begins to shake. Thomas feels the dick growing in his throat and shoves it in balls deep and squeezes and twist Brians nipple. The former straight boy explodes and thick streams of cum begin to fill Thomas throat. Thomas tries to swallow everything but when de cum starts pouring out his nose he pull back. He also pulls back the fingers out of the boys ass. Brian begins moaning and pleading to put them back. I tell my slutty nephew that we have to clean out his ass first before we can fill it again. Thomas helps the poor boy on his feet and leads him to the bathroom. After 20 minutes they return. Thomas tells me that he tried to fuck Brians ass in the shower but that it’s too tight. Fortunately we have something that helps us with the stretching. So we lead Brian to a bench and tie him down. Thomas then takes out my fuck machine while i load up my nephews ass with lube mixed with a high dose Tina. After a few minutes Brian begins to moan that his ass is burning. We ignore him and see that several minutes later his ass begins to open up while the tina is taking over again. We love sloppy holes so we mounted a big dildo onto the machine and position right against his asshole. Thomas takes the controls and slowly begins to force the dildo forward. The asshole tries to resist the pressure of the dildo. Brian asks us to please stop. But slowly and surely the dildo advances further until the ass opens up. Brian cries out while the dildo goes deeper and deeper before slowly begin extracted. Our new slut gives a sigh of relieve, but that was short lived because the dildo begins to advance back in. With every stroke the machine picks up the speed a bit. After a few minutes the boys ass gives up and is standing wide open. In order to dampen the moans we take turns fucking his mouth with our dicks. When the machine reaches his top speed we shut it off and after shoving a few shards up the open ass we fuck it in turns and shooting load after load deep inside. Nothing beats fucking a cumfilled sloppy ass. After this weekend Thomas and i asked my nephew to moved in. And together with our friends we still like to parTy!!!

Now that restrictions are being eased, I have been chasing this top with a really nice cock, well I contacted yesterday and met up with him, to my surprise he had two other of his mates. I entered his apartment and striped and got down to sucking there cocks and being eaten out, then suddenly the first cock was stuffed into my fuck hole, within 15 minutes the first guy was pumping full of his seed, the second guy slid right in and started fucking like there was no tomorrow, when he started cumming inside me I also started cumming, as he pulled his cock out covered in cum I turned around and sucked his cock clean. The top I had been chasing finally mounted and fucked hard for about an hour before he lost his load deep inside me. I am meeting up with him again this weekend, so he can arrange for few more guys to fuck me.

It might be worth asking the men of color in this community what they need to support them (both right now and more long term) in a more open ended way. Racism and injustice isn't suddenly acute, it's always been been that way. All that varies is how visible it is to those of us who don't live under its crushing oppression every day. I think about how wearying and aggravating it must be for people of color to have the rest of us suddenly seem to notice racism only when yet another of these egregious killings takes place. Only to then take some token action that almost certainly doesn't drive an outcome that makes people of color safer and more equal in how they are treated. With that in mind, my default position is to amplify the voices of men of color and be quiet unless it's at the behest of these same men.

I am going to assume, hopefully not wrongly, that you don't have any gay black male friends. If you don't, then make an effort to befriend some gay black men. Don't offer any of your warm moist openings to them at first. Get to know them as people. At some point, when the friendship has blossomed, put your proposal to them. They will likely gently explain to you how inappropriate and offensive it is. It doesn't really matter how pure you think your intentions are. It's how others perceive them. And perception is reality. Here's a link to the National Association of Black and White Men Together. Have a look. It's a wonderful way to get to know some black gay men. [think before following links] https://www.nabwmt.org/about-us/ Peace ✌️

From a Cumdump that is a Man of Color I say this: Turning the BBC into a Fetish is a nerve-wracking issue for all. I will say that in many parts of the world and especially the US it isn't necessarily just the fault of the bottoms; the BBC's themselves play into this which makes it difficult for those that are not. The Fetish itself separates that one appendage from the person attached to it; making them just an object and no longer a person. Much like the term "thug" is used in porn descriptions on MyVidsters or Pornhub; it removes individuality as well. Leading to people applying both to a wide swath of folks whether they want or need that

Although I’m a purely a BB top I am not keen on the occupational hazards of STDs ( Who has the time to be spent in clinics waiting for treatments / periods of abstinence) I did a postal test during lockdown , so I’ll be ready for the fuck fest once things start to return to normality , I would urge you all to consider it

I've had UTI's from receiving oral sex and from anal sex. It's one of those things that can happen. I have a friend of mine who's a doctor and he told me that's why it's always important to urinate after sex, as it helps clean the urethra out. I used to be guilty of zipping up and going home without urinating but after I started urinating again after sex I haven't had one since.

I've some a UTI a few times. The UTI got cleared up each time with antibiotics. It can happen due to the bb forest we love to lurk in!

Part 7 "Sure you can see it" I told the kid, mentally willing my cock to remain semi - soft "but first, sniff this". I offered him my strongest poppers, shoving his nose into the jar and closing one nostril. "Sniff, deep, it won't hurt you but it will feel good". he did as commanded and we repeated it three or four times before I stood up in front of him, Jake still on his knees. I lifted the leg hole of my trunks slightly allowing my heavy uncut bell end to, weighed down further by the 6g PA. He literally gasped, moving closer to it in the process. "Unwrap it, Jakey", I instructed and he wrestled my trunks down over my thighs to reveal his prize. Without instruction, his tongue darted out to taste me and I was definitely beginning to lose my battle with the swelling blood vessels in my fuck weapon. "Open wide", I instructed and lowered my cock head and several inches of shaft into his soft mouth before sitting down on the sofa to enjoy the show, my hand on the back of his head. At this stage, he still had room to manoeuvre is tongue, which felt great, and to breathe. I knew he'd be getting a nice load of my potent pre which seemed to be to his liking judging by his groans. This seemed like a good time to pull him onto me a little deeper, which I did, dangling my cock head and PA down his throat and getting at least half of me into him. He gagged a couple of times, but not as much as most first timers (if that's what he was), obviously turned on and relaxed a little by the poppers. I now allowed myself to swell in him, experiencing the gorgeous sensation of a throat fighting to compress my cock and losing badly. I'm pretty thick all over but I've got a very pronounced cock head with a big narrowing off before the rest of my shaft begins, so I released the pressure on his head allowing him the impression of freedom but knowing full well that I was lodged in him, like a dog trapped in his bitch. Without a fair bit of pain, there was only really one direction my cock was going for now and I sat back on the sofa, leading Jake with me as he realised his predicament. Once comfy, I lifted my feet in the air and used my calf muscles to guide him further onto me, eventually feeling him ground out in my sweaty balls, fully impaled. He head was now ideally placed between my thighs so that when I sat up a little, I was able to use them to slowly rock him back on forward on my cock. You don't get a lot of movement like this but it suits me fine and looking down to see that dirty blond hair with my tree trunks wrapped around it was a major turn on. He was getting a little air on the out-stroke so I was able to rock him like this for five or ten minutes or so, in which time his little struggles and whimpers stopped and turned to groans. I could have kept it up all night to be honest but it felt like the right time to inject this little runt with a big hit of protein and my superior DNA, so I placed my hands back on his head and picked up the pace, watching him struggle for air as I did so. Looking down at him again I realised just how weak he was and, now, I wasn't feeling the need to protect but the need to predate. I clenched my thighs round him again then rolled us over so that the back of his head was on the sofa and I was able to truly fuck his throat, driving myself in and out of him. His hands were flailing on my arse in panic as I enjoyed him, my PA dragging up and down, outlined in him and clear to see for anyone who wanted to look. It was intense and, luckily for Jake, couldn't last long. In under a minute I felt my nut build and then a little pain as I struggled to flex my seed down my cock, which was heavily constrained in this fuck sleeve, and out into his empty stomach. I was growling loudly as Jake grew still under me, his soft little nose pressed into my bio haz tat, no air getting through to him at all. In seconds, my conscience returned a little and I dragged my cock out of him, his throat snagging on it's almost fully hard girth. He fell back, breathing but dazed as I sat down heavily next to him, sated for the moment.

I have found it to be a combination of location and event. So, I have planned my travel to places that already have large sex opportunity and then an event just ratchets that up. Fort Lauderdale always means constant sex. It has a lot of horny guys for hookups and some great sex clubs, baths and resorts any time I visit. But visit when there's also going to be a CumUnion or the 10 day sexual olympics that is Pig Week and the partner count increases even more. Same for resorts like CCBC in Palm Springs (especially during leather pride and pride), Parliament in Augusta GA and TimberFell in Greeneville TN as well as events like IML in Chicago and Folsom in SF. I almost never leave any of that without passing the hundred partner mark. AT Pig Week, where there are at least 4 hours of sex parties everyday on top of the 24 hour bathhouses and the sex club you can go to, I have been able to score over 200 partners in the 10 days before. Plus, staying at sex resort like CCBC, I have been able to stay naked the whole time, ave open casual sex to exhaustion, fall asleep with my wrecked hole leaking cum and lube, only to wake up a few hours later, stumble out of my room naked and used, smelling of manscent and cum and immediately have guys sinking their cocks and hands into me and stroking my fat meat. What a way to start the day.

The liberal use of “thug” and use of black men as a stereotype of dick size, sexual aggressiveness, dominance all speak to some real tone deafness. (Ed note - there was a storyline that appeared poised to break out of that, but that remains to be seen)

I don't know what about him, I find so hot, but I like him, which i could find more like him

Here's another version of this story. 'Marky' becomes 'Tim' but Hector is still Hector (thanks be!). I had the most fucking awesome Memorial Day weekend a few days ago. I took Friday off because I knew I was going to fuck around, especially since it was also Fleet Week. First thing I did Friday was contact Hector, the Latin stud who I met at a local porn shop. I hadn't spoken much with him that first time, but I knew that he was into planting dirty loads into guys. You should have felt how hard his cock got when I told him to flood my ass. I met up with him at his apartment late morning. He was in his boxers, which didn't hide his 9" beautiful uncut poz cock. I was sucking that baby as soon as I was in the door as I explored his perfect, dark complected, perfectly balanced, muscular Latino body. I didn't let that cock out of my mouth even when he had to shuffle to his couch. When he sat down, I just went wild deep throating that fucker. After about fifteen minutes of sucking, my jaws started to hurt, so I stood up and told him to fuck me. Hector dropped my pants and turned me around. His tongue then dug deeply into my ass. I love that stud's tongue. He slobbered on my ass like it was candy, as I leaned on the coffee table, moaning like a bitch-in-heat. When he completed lubing my ass, he sat on an ottoman, spun me around and had me straddle his crotch. Without much ado he slammed his hips up and pulled my ass down to meet his large raw cock. I grunted in pain and tried to get off his cock, but Hector had a strong grip. He just started to pound me - no finesse there. I think my screaming turned him on even more. I saw stars as he tore up my ass. He kept asking me if I liked his cock up my bitch ass. I grunted every time he thrust his cock up. Eventually, the pain stopped, and I was just filled with this hot Latin cock, and I was flying high every time he shoved his cock in me and slammed my g-spot. He was chewing my tits and fucking my ass for almost half an hour. My ass was beyond sore and my spine was beyond ‘uncomfortable’ - I will probably need both proctologic and orthopedic work. Then he changed his rhythm and he began a more regular pattern. While still intense, at least I knew he was moving to the finish line. After five minutes of intense fucking, he jammed in and held me down. I felt his cock shoot in my bruised ass, unloading a bucket of cum. He left his cock up my ass and we started to make out. Slowly, he pulled me off his cock. He winced when my asshole closed on his sensitive head. Hector scooted down until my ass was over his face, and started to eat me out, slurping his hot cum up. Just my kind of pig. Fuck I love his technique! After he cleaned out my ass, he got up and made me clean off his cock. I love the taste of my ass and his cum. I was still hard because I hadn't cum yet. I was saving it for later. We cleaned up and went to grab a bite to eat. As his cum dripped out of my hole I told him what I had in mind. Since it was Memorial Day and Fleet Week, I suggested we should find some vacationer or some Navy guy and fuck with him. He was interested and asked exactly what I had in mind. I told him we should find some guy and inject him with a few loads of poz cum. I could see him thinking, so I reached under the table and grabbed his cock. Wouldn't you know it, it was rock hard. I told him I knew he liked doing that, because the first time he fucked me raw, he was really turned on when I told him to plant that charged load in me. I was stroking him as I said that. He was real hard. C'mon, I said, let's do it. He finally agreed, so we went out onto the pier to go hunting. We spent the early afternoon walking up and down the piers and along Christopher Street. There was so much action going on, gorgeous men milling about, many nearly naked. We received many smiles and engaged in some chit chat, but no one really seemed dopey enough to let us get him. Finally, we decided to head into the porn shop on Christopher. We pretended to be a couple looking for a third for fun. It just seemed natural, and in a sense, we were. There were a large number of guys in the shop, but most were trolls looking for a quickie. We headed back into the booths, and that's when we saw him. He was just perfect. He looked like he was about 20 or so - definitely a college jock. He was a bit shorter than am I, which made him about 5'7", packed with big shoulders and pecs, and great legs. Beneath his white t-shirt, I could see he was smooth and tight, with big brown, perky nipples. He was wearing a baseball cap and khaki shorts with sandals. The boy was just screaming, ‘College’ and ‘Out-of-Town’ and ‘Dumb Jock’. Hector saw him first, and gave me a subtle gesture to check the jock out. It was an easy decision. Now to snare him. We walked around a bit, keeping our eyes on him. Eventually, Hector walked by him, and slightly jostled him. He looked up and Hector mumbled an apology and smiled a killer smile. The guy was nervous, and mumbled something and moved away. After a bit of cat-and-mouse maneuvering and a few furtive glances, he started smiling openly at Hector, at which point Hector made his move and began to chat with him. When the jock gave me a careful ‘once-over’, I figured it was time, so I smiled, walked over and introduced myself as Hector’s boyfriend. He in turn introduced himself as Tim. Turns out he was born and raised in upstate Pennsylvania (Altoona, I think), and currently matriculated at Pitt, but attending a summer program in international studies at NYU. He had just settled into his dorm (which, he added, he didn't share with anyone), and was roaming around the city looking to fuck around. Well, he had certainly come to the perfect place, I thought. I asked him if he was familiar with the City and he replied he had only visited New York on his high school senior trip, and that aside from Pittsburgh and occasionally Philadelphia, he did not get around much. I told him I also go to NYU, and that it was a great school, and a lot of fun. I told him I would be happy to tell him all about some of the things to do and stuff. We made some small chat and eventually Hector said that we were just heading to get some coffee, and asked Tim if he would like to join us. Agreeing, Tim accompanied us to a local coffee shop just up the street, grabbing a booth in the rear of the shop. The boy was gorgeous. He was a wrestler in high school, and his body still showed the work. Tim had short buzzed blond hair, and the most stunning blue eyes. And dimples. Man, do I love those dimples. We sat around for about an hour, Hector doing most of the talking, making stuff up about us. The story was we had been together for about four years and were looking to spice-up our sex life. W had been thinking about finding another person for a threesome. Meanwhile, Hector held my hand all the time he was talking. (If I didn't know he was so evil, I'd be in love.) Tim seemed to be intrigued by the story, or at least he was lost in Hector’s charm (which, frankly, I could fully understand - Hector is stunningly attractive, and my experience has been that most men are happy to accept an invitation from him). And so, when Hector looked deeply into Tim's eyes, and asked he would like to play with us, Tim's face turned fifty shades of red. Boy, was this stud an innocent! Guess we aren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto! It took Hector about two minutes of sweet talk to convince Tim to be our third. I sat there quietly, stroking Hector’s hand, and smiled demurely. Of course what I was thinking was a bit less than demure. We headed out the door, and Hector asked if Tim would rather play in Brooklyn at Hector's place, or at the dorm. Tim opted for the later as it was at most a fifteen-minute walk. When we passed through the park, Hector asked Tim if he smoked, and upon receiving a ‘sure’, Hector bought some weed. Arriving at the dorm, Tim took us up to his room, which was rather modest, tucked away at the end of the hall in his building right off Washington Square Park. We sat around, Hector and Tim on the small cot that NYU calls a bed, and I sat at his desk. Hector rolled up a joint and lit it, passing it around. We all took a hit. Hector put his hand on Tim's knee and started rubbing it. He induced Tim take a couple of hits and started to kiss him. I sat there watching. It was so hot to watch Hector make out with this kid. Soon, Hector had his tongue jammed way down Tim's throat. They broke apart so Hector could take another drag, making Tim also take a couple. I could see Tim's eyes start to cloud-up. I doubt he had smoked all that much before. Passing the joint to me, Hector grabbed Tim's face and started to kiss him deeply while his fingers tantalized all Tim’s sensitive zones. It’s good to play with an experience fucker like Hector. I knew that Hector was quick, but the kid was naked in less than a minute, and Hector never stopped kissing him. I finished the joint, and was rock hard by the time I was undressed. Tim meantime was happy to undress Hector. Man, Tim's body was fantastic. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. I have a swimmer's build, so I’m no slouch, but this boy was stacked. I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed his cock. It was about 7" long, cut and bright red. I latched myself onto his tits and began playing with them just as I had been wanting to since I saw them through his t-shirt. Meantime I stroked his cock and balls, doing my best to stimulate him. He moaned and massaged my scalp as he exchanged noisy, sloppy kisses with Hector. His tits popped out of my grasp when he bent his head down to suck Hector's beautiful, hard cock. I watched that brown piece of meat disappear inside the kid's mouth and almost creamed. He struggled to stretch his mouth to take Hector's dick. I looked up at Hector, and he smiled and groaned, and pushed Tim's head down hard. I heard the kid gag, and try to pull up, but Hector held him tight. I went down on Tim, pleasuring his rigid, dripping cock while twisting his tits. I heard Hector let out a real groan and Tim gurgle as that cock slid further down. We sucked dick like that for about several minutes. I pulled off Tim's cock and got down to lick Hector's balls. The kid watched me suck those big juicy balls into my mouth while I watched him eat that cock. I licked up the shaft and started to lick his face. He pulled off and we started to make out. I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his waist as we made out. His body was so hot, and hard. It bulged everywhere. I felt him up, his arms, his chest, his legs, his crotch, and, with difficulty, his hole. Whew! Hector lit another joint, and he passed it around. Tim and I took hits and made out in between. I was getting high, and by the looks of him, Tim was not far behind me. A great combination. Hector looked at me and smiled, bent down and alternated between pushing me down on Tim’s chest while rimming my hole and sucking Tim’s cock, which was, not surprisingly, nice and slick. I bent to kiss Tim when I felt Hector guide the kid's cock to my hole. Tim gasped a bit when I pushed back onto his cock. It was so fucking hot to be used by the guy - to know eventually he would blow his sperm in my ass. I started to ride that cock like crazy. You should have heard the boy. He kept mumbling, “oh god”, “oh shit”, “oh fuck” every time I slid back onto his cock. I turned around when I felt Tim shuffle under me, and saw Hector spread the boy's legs to tongue his ass. I suspect Tim had never experienced that as he went nuts, moaning and started to fuck me harder. As my legs were killing me, I needed to change positions, so I pulled off. Tim looked up at me with sad beautiful eyes, desperate to continue. Instructing him to stand at the foot of the bed, I lay on my back and, positioning my legs on his shoulders, I pulled him on top of me for a kiss. He, of course, took the hint, and planted his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my ass. The guy was a quick learner. All I could do was moan back into his mouth. Tim hissed out loud, and I looked over his shoulder. Hector was fingering Tim's ass, talking dirty, telling Tim he had a nice tight ass, and how sweet it tasted, how it was gonna be stuffed full of Latin cock. Tim groaned and fucked harder and harder. I told him to take it easy, that he should not cum yet. I saw Hector spit on his cock, and get behind Tim and pressed into his ass, which, of course, sent Tim's cock deeper into me. I moaned and clenched my ass, making Tim moan. Tim let out a yelp, Ah! Hector was in ecstasy. “Oh yeah,” he said “Shit, that feels nice.” Tim said, “Ah...take it easy, man. Fuck, it hurts. Shit, slow down. I haven't been fucked much.” “Don't worry, buddy” Hector replied “We're gonna take care of you - feel this, man.” Tim's hips suddenly jammed up hard against me, and Tim let out a loud scream. Hector looked over to me and smiled. Hector was a rough motherfucker. He loved to jam that Latin cock real hard. I know. Quick as a fuck, Hector started to slam into Tim. Tim yelled out for him to stop, but his cock was hard up my ass. The poor boy was pinned between us. I humped back onto his cock, and pulled his face down. The sweet kid had tears in his eyes. I fingered his chest and struggled to tongued him saying “Don't worry baby, it's okay”, “you’ll like this” and indeed I suspect Hector began to hit Tim’s prostate because Tim got into the groove, and started to fuck me, fucking himself back onto Hector's cock. Cries of discomfort morphed into groans of pleasure. “Yeah boy, fuck yourself on my hot cock. Fuck my buddy” Hector told Tim. I pulled off Tim's cock and squirmed out from under him. I watched his face scrunch up in pain/pleasure as Hector really started to hammer at his ass. I scrambled up and offered my cock to Tim, who opened up and started to mouth my cock. I grabbed his head and jammed my 6" down his throat. His face got all red and teary as I bottomed-out in his mouth. Soon, I was just fucking his face as he held still while Hector fucked his ass. I looked over at Hector and nodded. He smiled at me and humped faster. He was moaning and cursing. I watched as he slammed in a few more times and held perfectly still, his mouth open, eyes closed. I could imagine that cock spilling its thick creamy dirty cum into that negative ass. I started to cum down Tim’s throat. He gagged a bit and tried to pull away, but I held him on my cock. Hector shuddered a couple of time, and, pulling out of Tim’s ass, crouched down to felch his own sperm out of Tim’s ass. Tim was obviously lost in the moment as he licked my cock yet moaned in pleasure. I know the intense feeling of having Hector's thick tongue up my ass after it's a bit sore from his fucking. I pulled-out, bent down to kiss Tim, and savored my poz cum in the process. I managed to scoot down under him and get his cock up my ass again. He required no more encouragement. He just started to fuck. Within two minutes, he was grunting and moaning, and cumming up my ass. Tim collapsed on me, and we made out some more. Hector, sat next to us and watched, stroking his tumescent cock. We cleaned up a bit, and Tim kept telling us how hot the experience was. We of course fed into his lust by truthfully telling him what a turn-on he was, and never completely letting him come down from the orgasmic plateau. Although we were lazing around naked for almost half an hour, Tim and Hector were still hard. I was pleased when Tim asked Hector if he wanted to cum again, and Hector naturally replied “sure do, man.” Tim went and started to suck on Hector's cock so I got behind Tim and started playing with his ass. I pulled Tim’s cheeks apart, and fingered the outside of the tender hole. Tim moaned, and his asshole quivered. Fuck was it a beautiful hole. His asslips were nice and puffy, and blushed. Hector really knows how to fuck. As I toyed with Tim’s hole, I noticed some red spots along the inside. I looked at Hector, and smiling, gave him a ‘thumbs-up’, pointing to Tim's ass. Hector returned my smile with a knowing smirk (that Tim, of course, could not see). I could not resist (not that I tried) and ate out the hole, still tasting some of Hector's cum and Tim's ass juices. Delicious. I fingered it roughly, jabbing him with two fingers in an effort to get Tim open-up. Hector pulled Tim off his cock, and signaling Tim to straddle his waist, began to kiss him. As Tim straddled Hector, I, the ever helpful master of ceremonies, placed Hector’s cock up against Tim’s hole. I heard Tim groan as the cock disappeared up his chute. I watched as the hole opened wide, stretching to accommodate Hector’s cock. They started to fuck. I would spit on Hector's cock to get it shiny and slick. Hector started slamming up to the balls, and Tim would gasp. I played with Hector's hole and nuts when I got a better idea. Standing between Hector’s legs, I nudged my cock against Tim’s hole, and to my delight was able to get an inch or two of my cock to enter Tim’s asslips. It was an amazing sensation to ride Tim’s hole alongside Hector’s magnificent pole. I don’t know if Tim full appreciated what we doing to him - two cocks simultaneously penetrating his ass. Make that two poz cocks. Of course he didn’t know we were poz, and he may not have quite understood the pain in his ass was a function of being double-fucked. Whatever the case, Tim was certainly wrapped-up enjoying his ride. The second fuck lasted a long time, although truth be known, I didn’t stay in Tim’s hole very long. It was physically too difficult to coordinate, and I admit, there is enough of a voyeur in me to relish the sight of Hector reaming Tim. We would not let Tim touch himself or cum, and that was making the poor kid crazier than anything. Soon, Hector started his slam fucking again, and unloaded another wad of poz cum. It leaked out over his balls every time he thrust into Tim. I was happy to lap up the excess cum while Hector kept prodding Tim. They were both exhausted, but Tim was still horny. We told him he couldn't cum - yet. We had some more plans for later and wanted him to join us. With pent-up sexual frustration he agreed, I presume on the promise of a future, mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe also he was crazy to be with gay guys who were so open. I know Pittsburgh has an active scene, but for some reason apparently Tim had not done much exploring. Perhaps he was afraid news would get back to Altoona. Who knows. In any event, we got his number, and told him not to jerk off or cum. Again he agreed. Saying we would telephone him around 6:00 P.M., Hector and I split. We called Tim up later, and asked him if he jerked off yet. But he told us no, that he was saving it up for us. Good boy! Hector and I laughed when we heard him say that. But that was cool. We would have some serious fucking fun with him, play on words intended. We told him that we were going dancing or maybe to a sex club. He was all game. Meeting him at his dorm, he was decked out like an Abercrombie & Fitch jock-boy. Man, was he hot in his baggie cargo shorts and tight fitting t-shirt. He wore a worn out baseball cap and those surfer chokers. I almost creamed in my shorts when I saw him. He was ecstatic to see us, and gave each of us a long, lingering kiss (Hector's was a bit longer than mine, but I didn't mind). We went out and grabbed a quick bite, then went to the newly reopened Limelight. Boring. It was so sanitized it was not worth the admission price. After two hours, we left and Hector suggested we we go to a bath house in Queens. Tim was a bit hesitant at first, but Hector promised it would be okay, and that we'd look out for him. If Hector told Tim to jump off the bridge, Tim would. I think it's that evil, sexy grin that Hector has mastered. So we jumped on the subway and an hour or so later arrived at the bath house in Queens, a bit east of La Guardia. Oddly, I'd never been there, and was rather excited at the prospect of exploring the place. The place was somewhat dark and sleazy. But it was exciting. Poor Tim, he looked so nervous and out of place. We got a room and quickly changed out of our clothes and into our towels. Hector smiled at Tim, and I saw Tim's whole body blush. Hector grabbed Tim's hand and we went out of the room. I realized, after a couple of minutes walking around, that Tim was one of only seven or eight guys who were white. Everyone else was either Latin or black. And did those black and Latin men cruise Tim. I think everyone wanted a piece of his lily-white ass. We wandered around a bit, and I saw some hot looking men with huge cocks that I wanted to ride. Hector led us to a lounge part of the club, and we sat down in the corner. Hector kept hold of Tim's hand and began making out with him. The kid immediately opened up to Hector's mouth, and they were busy tongue dueling. This hot black guy came over and sat down with us, and watched Hector and Tim. I leaned over, and started licking his tits. This guy was generally huge, although his soft cock was average sized (for a black guy). His body was the immediate attraction. He must have been about 6' tall, with a wide expanse of pecs. Curling his arm around my head, he locked my mouth to his tit, which of course, I was happy to pleasure. After a minute or two he pulled me to my feet, turned me around and started tonguing my hole, snaking his tongue into deeply into my bowels. Fuck yeah. I’m flushed just recalling the experience. Tim turned and watched me get eaten out, so I smiled at him and nodded my pleasure. Hector grabbed Tim's neck and pulled him down to his crotch. Tim's cock poked through his towel as he sucked on Hector's dick. The black guy eating me out stood up and, aiming his cock up with my hole, slowly pushed in. It is amazing he got in without lube. Guess he was a grower, not a shower, because it hurt like crazy. I was stretched out full. He began fucking me in silence as I prayed for my ass juices to lube me. Fortunately I was distracted by the scene of Hector, who was watching me get fucked, was getting blown by Tim. Pulling Tim off his knees, Hector pulled Tim up and onto his body, and while making out with Tim, Hector dislodged Tim's towel and began finger-fucking and massaging Tim’s asslips. Eventually of course Hector aligned his drooling cock against Tim’s hole, and I had the pleasure of watching that perfect little ass open up to Hector's cock. Tim groaned out loud, and I joined him as my fucker started long-dicking my ass. The black guy pulled out, turned me around and set me on my back on the bench, without ceremony shoving his cock back into my ass. All I could do was watch that large black cock plunge in and out of me. I was in orbit from that cock. I grabbed the guy's face and pulled him close to me. In between panting and moaning, I asked him not to cum in me. "Why baby?" he asked me. I told him quietly, that this was Tim's first time barebacking, and that he was looking for as many loads tonight as possible. He looked over at Tim riding on Hector's cock and smiled. I pulled his head back down, and asked him if he was poz or neg. He said, neg. I said, that's cool, but Tim's also looking for the bug. Yeah, he said. I nodded and clenched my ass down. I watched his eyes flicker and roll back. He groaned and slammed into me hard and I felt his cock squirt shot after shot of his cum into my hole. I almost came feeling him swell up inside me. After a minute, he recovered and bent down again. “Sorry” he said. I smiled, don't worry about it. He continued saying he could come again, and he also knew a couple of hot guys here tonight that wouldn't mind fucking a nice white ass and giving up some of their seed. I squeezed down on his dick again and he groaned. He kissed me and pulled out, unleashing a stream of cum from my ass. He and his slimy hard-on disappeared through the doorway. I heard Tim gasp out loud and looked over. Hector was starting to deep dick, and he held Tim down by his tits. I went over and pulled Tim's head back and kissed him deeply, trying to taste Hector's cock. Hector grunted and held Tim down, and I know he must've shot another creamy load into him. Hector pushed me aside, and frenched Tim hard. Someone tapped my shoulder, and I turned around. The black guy (whose name I found out later was Terry) came back with two other guys. Another black guy, Jason (an ugly mug and average, beefy body, but an insanely thick 10" cock) and Jesus (the irony), a bearded Latino with a nice 7" uncut cock. Terry whispered to me that both of his buds were poz, and would love to unload into Tim's hole. I gestured to Hector and nodded. He slid his dick out of Tim's ass, but continued to hold Tim down. I watched as Tim's hole remained open and cum started oozing out. Jesus pushed his way through and got down there in a flash, sucking on Hector's cock and cleaning out Tim's ass. Not surprisingly, Tim moaned and gyrated as Jesus' tongue scoured out his ass. Handing Hector a popper, he inhaled, and then held it under Tim’s nostrils and told him to sniff. Tim took three deep hits. Standing up, Jesus also took a hit, and taking aim, sank his cock straight into Tim’s puffy asshole. Meanwhile, I pushed Terry back onto the bench, and straddled him, facing the infection scene between Tim and Jesus. I pleasured myself on Terry's cock, and he fingered my tits, watching with me. Jason, meanwhile, was stroking his cock watching Jesus' ass pumping Tim. I leaned over and did my best to excite his large dickhead with my tongue, getting him ready to seed the kid. It pays to be flexible. Jesus pumped for about 15 minutes (which is amazing since he was sliding in and out on Hector's load) and began moaning and cursing. Tim turned around and saw me fucking myself on Terry's cock. I don’t know what the guy was thinking, but he tried to pull off of Jesus. Not to fear, both Jesus and Hector held him down. I heard him say “no” before Hector cut him off with a kiss. “It's okay baby”, Hector said, “this is fun. Don't worry, you like getting your ass used…yeah, you like getting fucked up the ass don't you? Yeah, feel his hard cock in your ass? He's gonna share his load with you. You want that don't you, baby, huh? You want him to cum in your ass? C'mon, do it for me. Do it for Hector.” That was apparently sufficient motivation because Tim started bouncing on Jesus' cock for all he was worth. “Yeah, baby. That's right. Fuck yourself on that cock. Make that cock shoot”, Hector hissed. “Take his dirty cum, you little slut.” Tim was moaning out loud while Jesus slammed into him as deeply as he could and held still, groaning. I could only imagine the load he pumped into Tim’s hole. Jason pulled Jesus out of Tim and slipped right in from the rear. He pumped like a fucking rabbit. After a quick two or three minutes, he moaned and unloaded up that ass. Tim was frantic. I think he was torn between loving it and being scared, but Hector smooth talked him through the whole thing. Hector slipped under Tim, plugging up that leaky hole after Jason pulled out. A few new guys gathered around watching the fucking. I saw one white guy with a nice big dick walk up and stroke it in front of Hector. Hector looked at Tim and kissed him, saying “one more baby?” He slipped his hand and gave Tim's cock a few quick jerks and Tim nodded. Terry whispered in my ear that the white guy was also poz. The white guy came up between Hector’s legs, and just as I had done, slid into Tim’s ass. Tim moaned and cried out as he was double-fucked. Twice in one day. Hector continued talking into Tim's ear and jerking his cock as he and the white guy fucked Tim’s hole. They enjoyed Tim’s ass for the better part of ten minutes when Hector started encouraging the white guy to breed Tim, saying “You ready man” The guy nodded. “Then shoot your fucking load into my little whore. Give it to him. Charge him up.” Whereupon, with a loud grunt, Hector shot with the white guy there within two more strokes. I watched as slime dripped out of the used and abused hole. Tim started moaning real loud and I watched as Hector's arm moved up and down. Tim let out a loud scream when he came. Ribbons and ribbons of white cum landed on Hector's chest. I counted eight big shots of thick cum. Terry, meanwhile, gripped my hips and slammed into me a couple of times and, when I felt him shoot up my ass, I unloaded a huge load onto my hand. Some old geezer quickly dropped to his knees and slurped up my cock and hand, cleaning out my load. We rested a bit (I got Terry's number) and headed out to clean up, change and split. It was about 2 a.m. Ever solicitous, Hector asked Tim was. “Great! My ass is a little sore though.” “Don't worry”, Hector told him, “you'll be fine”. We headed out to the train station. The streets were empty. Hector pulled a soda from his bag and some pills. He handed some to Tim. “What're these for?” Tim asked. “It's medicine. You should take them as soon as possible”, Hector told him. What do you mean? Tim asked. “They're HIV drugs” was Hector’s reply. “I don't have AIDS.” “Yes you do, buddy,” Hector said, slapping Tim’s ass - “We just gave it to you.”

I picked up the pace, my PA and, indeed, whole bulbous cock head now breaching his inner ring on each thrust. Something in there was catching on my PA, driving me crazy with the feeling but also from the thought of what I was doing to him. My bicep snaked it's way around his slender neck, flexing as I revelled in my own power. "Gonna knock you up kid", I growled in his ear. His struggles were a delight. The little body squirming ineffectively under me. "no! no, you said you'd pull out" I humped down on him harder. My body beating the struggle from him. "nah, you said that". I squeezed harder as my balls began to evacuate my potent seed into his receptive guts. A big load, owing to lack of action during these strange, locked-down times which was now been forced into his body. He'd stopped struggling and I think his little cock had climaxed at some point. I lay there, holding him in place, willing my babies to feed off him, knowing he'd be trying to dump them as soon as I let him. ,,,,, Later, after he'd gone, I wondered whether he'd find his way to an STD clinic or GP or whether lockdown would increase my chances of converting him. Who knew? I went back to my weights putting my energy into keeping my big body toned and strong. I needed it for my work as a trainer and builder (furloughed from both for now) and also to snare the kind of hot twinks that I love though they were thin on the ground since the Covid-19 lockdown belatedly hit this great city. A little more about me: outside of the bedroom I'm in no way aggressive. I'm single, and easy going. I help out with youth groups and look after my neighbours in the small apartment block in which I live in central London. I play rugby, wrestle and swim for fun where my 6'2'' 240lb frame helps or hinders (depending on which I am doing). ..... Out on my little balcony later that afternoon, I heard my upstairs neighbour knocking around. "Jake, how you keeping?" I shouted up at him. "Yeh, ok, I guess, bored as heck though man. Not seen anyone in about a week". "Really? What about your folks?" "They are isolating, got symptoms and they can't risk giving it to me." "Oh, yeah, course. Sorry to hear that". Jake was in his late teens, maybe early 20s. A fragile kid though, immune system issues. The apartment was bought for him and I'd never known him go out to work since he had moved in a year ago. he never went out much at all, to be honest. "Anything I can do to help?" "Been hoping you would say that...actually I've been looking out for you, everyone else seems to have left the city!". There were six apartments in total in our little block and they were indeed unusually quiet. "What can I do for you?" "Would you be able to get me some supplies? I'm out of bread, milk and pizza, and I need my meds picking up from the chemist before the bank holiday". "Sure thing. I was going to the shop before the Easter break anyway. I'll come up and get your list now" Up one flight of stairs and Jake was waiting, door open, list in hand. At 5'5'' he probably didn't weigh 100lbs wet through. A cute little face under dirty blond hair but not really my type, at least I'd never thought of him that way. "The chemist shuts at 6pm. I'm so glad you can get this for me" he said, handing over a prescription and a short shopping list. His eyes seemed to linger on my groin, not unusual for me when I'm in my running shorts which ride fairly high but I brushed it off and headed out on my errands. ..... I spent a while in the supermarket at one point almost picking up a hot young soccer player but his straight mates got too close and he scarpered but with my phone number shoved in his shorts. I was still horny at the checkout when I remembered the chemist. "Fuck! They'd be long closed by now". I checked anyway but they'd locked up for the break so I made my way back to Jake. He invited me in but asked me to sit at the other end of the sofa and I explained what had happened. The meds really seemed to throw him, so I offered to do my best to get him some over the weekend and to be on call 24/7 in case something happened and he seemed to calm down. I gave him a beer from my shopping bag which initially he refused as he'd not supposed to drink and we watched some TV together. WWE wrestling seemed to be his favourite so we watched that together. I began to tell him how wrestling really worked, both pro and freestyle and he was clearly psyched that I actually did this sport which he loved to watch for fun. "Have you been on TV?" "No man, but there's a few vids of me wrestling kicking about on Youtube and the like". In the end, I could only find one video on a non-porn site but we watched it with Jake eagerly questioning me. About then my phone bleeped: Soccer boy from the supermarket. He wanted to play. I made my excuses with Jake, made sure he had my number and promised to check in on him first thing tomorrow. ..... Not five minutes later I was buzzing soccer-boy up to my door. I had him strip to his briefs in my bedroom, admiring his toned body and little cock bulge. Then he undressed me, pulling my running singlet over my head and easing my running shorts down over my thighs. His eyes caught on my biohaz tat, lurking above my cock and lit up at the sight of my heavy PA and hardening cock. I let him lick for a minute or two before shoving my length down his throat after laying him on his back on my bed. I love mounting a twinks head and throat like this but I was really craving his shapely little arse so after five minutes I had him come up for air and flipped him onto his front, exposing that peachy, wrinkled hole. My fingers slipped inside, telling me he was no novice though he was still very tight and I slapped his pucker with my PA several times, teasing him and dripping my pre over him. With that it was time to push forward and open him up... "Wait! You need to rubber up!" he was handing me a jonny that had been in his shorts. "Really?" Not been one of my usual online hookups, we hadn't discussed this. "Just the tip...to get you open". I pushed harder, the edge of my PA disappearing in him but his hole resisting me hard. "No man. I've seen your tat. I'm not on prep". My cock swelled at this news. "No condom, no fuck". I smiled. "ok, ok", grabbing the rubber off him and rolling it over half my shaft, it was tight as fuck. A quick wad of spit, for my benefit, and I was plunging into his mostly dry hole. Between his legs, pushing them wide apart while I worked my full length in. "fuck....fuck...fuck, you are hurting me" he whimpered, getting louder. I thought of Jake upstairs, not wanting to alarm my little buddy and pulled out of my new fuck toy. "got any lube man?" he asked, taking in my still rubbered cock. "nothing proper" I lied "but we could try this". I reached for the vaseline. "Sure, ok". I got him to lie on his back and push open his hole as i put a few thick gloops inside him before wiping my fingers clean on his chest and placing my cock in his entrance. Sliding back in, I could see he was in relative heaven and in no time I was balls deep. His little hands were grasping around my cock base, amazed at how wide I was but checking for the precious, life saving condom. I did him a 'favour' and pulled out, stretching the rubber so that it went right down to the base and he kept it pinned there as I plunged back in, now reassured it wasn't unrolling inside him. His own stretching and the vaseline made it inevitable and with one hard thrust i felt the rubber break. "mmmm....I'm through your inner cunt now", I reassured him, placing my musky armpit over his cute face to give him too much to think about as I could feel my beast literally shredding his velvety insides. I held on as long as I could, listening to him moan, thinking of Jake upstairs but now not because of the disturbance but because of his cute skinny body. It was all too much and my cock began to flex, depositing my dirty seed so deep inside this fertile twink that I knew he wouldn't feel it or be able to push it out in a hurry. With that, I ripped my cock out of him and pulled off the shreds of rubber from it before sitting astride his chest, pinning him to the bed as he tonged my cock and balls clean of his own ass juices while he jerked his cock juices up my back unaware of my DNA seeping into him

******************************** Prologue I love corrupting young, college age kids. Gives me a feeling of power. And watching them slide into filth and depravity? Biggest turn on. Seeing these fresh faced boys go from innocent newbies into total whores and sexpigs, it's a rush, to say the least. I am Lucifer, in human form. I'm your friendly neighborhood crack dealer. I'm not kidding about being friendly, either. I'll kill ya with kindness. That's part of how I get you on my side. Narcs? I can smell 'em a mile away. I'm a smart, respectable member of society by day, but in my own time, I'm the guy they all warned you about. If I'm on the prowl for a new bottom bitch, watch out, I'm coming to get ya. I can smell you a mile away, too. Some of the older crowd are wise to my game, but they won't squeal, they know better.... I show my whores a good time anyway. All the cock they could ever ask for. And then some. Wanna party with me? I bet you do. Faggots. You serve cock. You'll eat my ass, too. I'll breed you whenever and wherever I fuckin want. It's your lot in life to be used by men. To be a whore, a faggot, a slut, a hole. Know your place, and I'll make sure you are treated right. Step outta line, and that'll be a different story. ****************************** Corrupting the Mormon boy He came into my life like an insect that had wandered innocently into a waiting spider's web. Knocking on my front door, all good intentions and a head full of naivety and religious dogma. Perfect victim. I had been sipping a cup of coffee and contemplating about how to spend my Saturday when he knocked on my door. I was still wearing nothing but a bathrobe, so I looked through the peephole first. My cock throbbed a little when I first saw him. This cute, young man, with a lean frame and buzz cut hair was going to get more than an opportunity to talk about his religion by coming here. I opened the door and asked him to come in a sit down, and I led him to the couches in my lounge. "Can I get you something to drink?" I asked the lad. "Coffee? Coca-Cola?" I enquired. "Coke would be nice" He replied. Naive boy. Yum yum. I'm going to enjoy twisting this little fucker into a fucked up whore, I thought to myself, as I went to the kitchen and prepared a glass of coke with a small hit of G. I returned, and passed him the glass, sitting down next to him on the couch. "I know what you came here for, young man, but you're wasting your time. I'm not interested in joining a religion." I said, matter of factly. He took a gulp of the drink. "I don't have a problem with it or anything, but.... it's just not for me. There's other things that make me feel... spiritual." As I was talking to the lad, while he gulped down his glass of spiked soda, I did my best to maintain eye contact, but then, as I spread my legs, to stretch open my bathrobe a little, and I saw his gaze move down to my crotch, he swallowed, and I saw a window of opportunity. I opened my bathrobe, exposing my naked body, and revealing my semi hard cock to the boy. He swallowed hard again, and I could tell he was in heat, seeing me like that. "Ever touched another man's penis? Go on. You can touch it, if you want." I said, in an encouraging manner. He kind of stalled, after putting down the glass, so I grabbed his hand, and placed it on my junk. "Here. Don't be shy.... no one has to know. Just play with my cock for a while." He started stroking me, and as he was doing this, I started stroking his chest, opening the top few buttons of his shirt and playing with his nipples. It didn't take long, until he was leaning over, lowering his head towards my crotch, getting ready to suck my throbbing cock. He wrapped his lips around the glans of my penis, and I pushed his head down the shaft, gently, and basked in the warmth of his silky fleshy mouth. I had some gear and a pipe on the coffee table, ready to go, and I also had some tabs of good acid. While I had the lad somewhat impaled on my meat, I figured it was time to show this kid how I was going to make it a "spiritual experience". I took a couple of puffs from my pipe as he was sucking me, and curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to know what it was. I could only answer, "Let me show you", and I dragged in a big cloud of T from the pipe and passed it to him in a kiss, shotgunning it into his mouth. It was pretty easy from that point to get him sucking on the end of the pipe after that. I picked up my remote and switched on the TV screen. Then I put on some homemade porn I had on a hard drive I had plugged in the TV, as I was reviewing it last night. It was a video of me fucking another young slut, bareback of course, and breeding his hole. I took the pipe from him and put it on the coffee table, then locked lips with the little slut, who surely by now was slowly learning about what a slut he really was. After breaking the kiss, I said "Open wide, it's time for your communion." I watched him open his mouth, and administered a tab of acid on his tongue, and told him to keep it there as long as he could. I was going to get this kid so high he wouldn't remember where he was..... After waiting for a few minutes, I pulled him into me for another kiss, and I could tell he was getting hornier, he started playing with his own nipples and rubbing his cock through his pants while we tongue wrestled. He was mine now....

I guess in a few weeks Dave will be using some of his sick time? Hope there is more.

Más, por favor

Generally when meeting guys for hookups or fuck buds I have a triangle system... Hot Face, Nice Dick, Attractive Personality, any two of the 3 works for me! That being said if I'm horny and its late at night and I'm out cruising I'll take any load

I rarely top, but yes... had this happen twice. Lovely conversations with quick care clinics

really love stuff with magic/hypno/brainwashing angles to it!

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Cum => Fun had by All

Part 2 – Pipe Dreams Hey... so it has definitely been a while and I’m sorry about that. After posting I swear I originally intended to write more. Then work got crazy. Then it quieted down and I went, “Oh man what if it’s been too long? Wouldn’t it be weird randomly adding more to this after like three months?” So I had like a quarter of this part done but then I stopped in an awkward, self-conscious spinout. But then I got put on leave because of, well, you know what’s going on right now. Which... brings us here! Anyway, I hope at least even just one person enjoys this. I’m actually really nervous about posting this because I think this is where my writing and how I want to write this formally deviates from the typical structure of story here (see warning section below) and I know straight up that it won’t be kosher for a lot of people. So I’m definitely pre-shook but fuck it. If it sucks and everyone hates it so be it LOL. Okay—I promise I’m done. Enjoy! Maybe! And thank you to anyone who deigns to leave constructive feedback, thank you! --- Writer’s warning: Feelings. Icky, disgusting feelings. If those are radioactive to you, or you’re just not about them when looking for a porn story, do not advance—there are plenty of great alternatives here that aren’t... this. --- Still caught in the afterglow, breathing hard and heavy, my skin buzzed and tingled as I rested below him. Staring up into his stare, his mouth slightly parted, eyes dark and narrowed, it was hard to tell exactly where his mind was. Electing to take a risk, I leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his fuzzy cheek. Sinking back into the mattress, I watched for any shifts in his expression. And while most of his expression remained unchanged, his mouth had curved ever so slightly. Lifting one of his big hands to my face, he brought the backside of his ring and middle fingers against my smooth cheek, brushing gently. “So cute,” he murmured. Meanwhile, still squeezed inside my hole, his cock had slowly begun to soften. And while still fairly snug, the combined grease of the lube and loads mixed inside me were starting to loosen its fit. And as my walls attempted to squeeze back into place I could feel him sliding out, just a few inches but enough for him to take notice. In response, his hips shifted, pushing his half-hard cock back into my battered prostate. Gasping as he gently churned the mixed loads, my mouth fell open. “You like?” he teased. Nodding happily as he continued to grind, I reached down, fiddling with my own cock with one hand as my other reached for my nipples to gently stroke the tips. “Good,” he growled, grating harder, all but mashing his pubes into my tender ring. “Definitely gonna do that again, but right now I want a puff. Join me?” Smiling faintly, I nodded again. “I’d like that.” Giving my ass one last hard slog for good measure, Chris pulled away. Exiting with an unceremonious ‘plop’, his half-hard cock flopped about, slapping my wet pucker with its heavy head. Wincing at the loss as it hit me, the compulsion to fill that wet, wanting space with something—anything—spread down my spine and settled in my guts as my ring flexed and relaxed, breathing open and shut in protest. Meanwhile, Chris had sat up, pulling me closer with one arm while his other reached for the pipe at the bedside table. But halfway up his body, head pillowed by his round tummy, my gaze was drawn elsewhere—pulled to his dick, which rested against his leg, where a viscous puddle was beginning to form on his inner thigh. Magnetized, I slid down the mattress. Face to face with his glossy cock, I licked my lips in anticipation, heart pounding as I scooted closer and inhaled the musky smell of cum, our mixed sweat, the faint smell of my ass, and lube mixing together into a perfect makeshift cologne. Smeared around his head and shaft, the ropes of cum had been squished and spread, coating him in a thick glaze. Needing a taste, I leaned forward as I heard the butane torch click to life, and wrapped my mouth around his head. While he smoked, I sucked, curling my tongue around every contour as I lapped hungrily at the pungent mix encasing him. Digging into the slit, cleaning away the mess we’d made, I slid down to the base so I could delve into every nook and cranny, feeling him harden as the torch fizzed in the background— Then I heard another click, followed by a soft thump on the bed. Digging under my armpit, one of his hands yanked me away from my task. Caught off guard, I sat stunned and mouth half-opened, wondering if I’d done something wrong, but then he crushed his fuzzy face against mine, exhaling a huge mouthful of smoke as he locked our mouths together. Cheeks expanding, I inhaled sharply, held in place by the hand on the back of my head. Shutting my eyes, I held the puff for a few seconds before giving it back to him, which he’d hold before shot-gunning it back to me. I couldn’t tell you how many times we passed it back and forth. What I do recall is getting dizzy—my head spinning as the tina hit and made my skin crawl. And when he finally pulled away my lungs gasped and coughed, gulping air greedily. “Good boy,” he murmured, settling in closer, holding the pipe just outside my mouth. “Now your turn,” he instructed. Obediently, I wrapped my lips around the tip as my fingers pinched the shaft. Then the torched clicked. Rolling the bowl slowly, the clouds began to billow, swirling into little wisps as they gathered into thick puffs. To test, I blew ever so gently, and when the wispy stands rose from the little vent I knew it was time to inhale. Beginning slowly, I could feel my chest rising and keep going. Within a few moments I knew I had already filled my lungs and could feel myself straining to hold in more but Chris kept the lighter burning. Glancing up at him, I began to pull away but he shook his head, his arm keeping me firmly in place. “Keep going,” he urged. “Want my boy spun.” Not wanting to displease him, I fought and strained, eyes all but rolling back into my head as I held on— When he finally pulled the pipe away, I sputtered, shrouding us in billowing smoke as he set the pipe aside. Head swimming, I felt dizzy—but good dizzy. Like my mind was floating. Planting his hand on my shoulder, Chris gave me a curious look. “Everything okay?” Thoughts were difficult—had to piece them together a bit before I could get the words out. “Yeah. It’s just—it’s just a lot,” I stuttered, smiling at him. Smiling back, he shook his head slightly, before pulling me back up the bed. “Come here,” he instructed, all but dragging me on top of him. Resting my head on his shoulder, hands on his chest, I began to relax, following the motion of his fingers as they stroked my back. “Thanks,” I said softly. Remaining silent, Chris simply planted a kiss on the top of my head, grazing his calloused digits along the soft space of my back as we settled in together. Descending upon us lightly, silence fell, enveloping us in the lull of the interim. But I was high as a kite—and as the moments passed peacefully, anxiety crept in, urging me to find new, exciting ways to insert my foot into my mouth. “I’m sorry—” I stammered, lifting my head off his chest, compelled to explain the downtime. “I just don’t normally do this much and I’m really liking this but it’s a lot and—” Chuckling heartily, he silenced me by pulling my head back down. Taking a moment to nuzzle my damp hair, we simply laid there, and I found myself following the rhythm of his breathing as we settled back in. Then his baritone voice rumbled gently. “I said I wanted you spun. You’re spun. I see no problem here. We’re just taking a short detour.” And maybe it really was that simple. Fears assuaged, I settled back in, shutting my eyes. “Really?” “Of course. Hell, if I was up to me you’d be further but that’s clearly not a good idea right now.” “Oh,” I returned blithely. Pulling me further up so we were face to face, he fixed his dark blue eyes on my brown ones. Narrowing intensely into a dark stare, he licked his lips. “You know, you said some pretty filthy things back there,” he murmured. “I suppose I did,” I responded softly. “Who was that and how do I get him to play?” he probed bemusedly, reaching further as his hand wandered back to the crack of my ass. My breathing hitched. “You just have to ask.” “Hmm...” he hummed, tracing the perimeter in little circles. “I’d like that. And aside from getting his little boy-hole plowed, what else does he like getting into?” “Whatever you like,” I returned obediently, spreading my legs to assist his curious digits. Frowning bemusedly for a moment, Chris leaned forward and bit my ear gently, drawing a yelp. “That wasn’t the question,” he corrected. “I asked what you like. Not what I like.” Nodding, I sighed lightly as his mouth pulled away. “I see the distinction.” Crack! I winced at the stinging impact as his hand retracted from my ass cheek. “That’s not an answer, Daniel,” he observed, returning to his original route as his paw found my hole once more. Gasping, my hands dug harder into his pectorals, reacting to the two rough fingers sliding up along the tender tissues. Well, if that wasn’t a callout. And maybe it was the drugs. Or perhaps the digits burrowing into the mixed mess of semen, relieving the emptiness I’d been feeling. Maybe it was simply the fact that I wasn’t used to being asked that and it was new territory for me. “I have trouble trusting people,” I admitted quietly. “I don’t usually get into that.” “So you let them get into you?” he teased, his expression darkening as he curled his intrusion to briefly brush a nail against my prostate. Yelping as my body all but jerked, his other arm fastened itself around my back, securing me into place as he settled back into the stretching and scissoring motions. “I guess...” I explained, struggling with the words as my head juggled the buzz, what his hand was doing, the earthy smell of his breath, and cogent thoughts. “If I just let them do whatever... it’s fine. Makes sure they have a good time. Maybe they even ask me to come back—it’s just easier that way, isn’t it?” Pausing his ministrations, silence descended once more save for a sharp inhale through his nostrils. I could practically see the gears turning in his brain as the puzzle pieces coalesced. “Is that what happened with—what was name again? From earlier.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, my shoulders began to tense reflexively. “Sam,” I supplied meekly. “His name is Sam.” “Right, him. Is that what happened.” Sighing sadly, I didn’t trust my words and nodded. “I see. And do you actually like that?” he asked, voice low and mild, like his words were wrapped in honey. No, my mind shouted, but my outside words formed differently. “I—I don’t know,” I began shakily. “Maybe? Sometimes, I guess?” But my head was already off the rails, spinning out as panic jerked awake. Elbowing the other emotions away from the dashboard, he slammed the alarm, screeching his siren as the distress signal blared through my brain. “Forget it,” I backpedaled. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid—I’m stupid—” “Daniel,” he said softly, silencing me with a squeeze. “Yes Chris?” I whispered. “Shut up,” he ordered. “And relax for two seconds.” Inhaling quickly, I held my breath and complied. “I’m liking this. And I want you to want to come back,” he intoned sternly. “But I can only do that if you have a good time too. Now tell me: what do you want?” “I like...” I began slowly, struggling to wrap my head around this, unsure with how to frame the phrasing to make it likable. “I’m sorry—I just need to know. If I say something wrong or that you don’t like—will I get in trouble?” Chuckling, Chris leaned in and licked my ear. “I don’t know, Daniel,” he murmured slyly. “Doesn’t that depend on what it is?” “I guess—I guess that’s reasonable,” I stuttered, trailing off as the thoughts dissolved and took the ground with it. Who was I to argue? It was, after all, a very fair position. Squirming reflexively, my back began to rise, only to meet resistance against the much more powerful arm clasping me against his chest. Sensing my discomfort, Chris held on tighter. “Wait—stop,” he entreated, extracting his fingers from my hole to grip my ass, effectively blocking the only other direction I could have gone. “I was kidding,” he explained, backpedaling as his fingers dug into the soft skin. “I just wanted to—never mind. Please, just relax.” The ‘please’ did it. That and the realization I had no real way out of this if he didn’t want me to. Shocked back to the now, I bottled the feeling and surrendered to his paws locking me in place. “I won’t get in trouble?” I said quietly and held my breath. Chris shook his head. “You won’t get in trouble. Promise.” Exhaling into his chest, I forced out the words. “I want you to own me.” Groaning, he reached for one of my hands and brought it down to his cock. And with just the back of my hand against it, I could feel it hardening again. “Go on,” he hissed. “I want... I want you be your boy. Your slut. Whatever you want to call it.” “Mmmm...” he growled, guiding my fingers so they wrapped around his rising erection. “You really get off on being someone’s bitch, don’t you?” “I do,” I whispered. “But it’s more than that. I want someone to own me, Chris. So... I’m theirs. Like...” Like they want to have me, my mind supplied, but the words died in my throat. Instead, I murmured, “You know what I mean?” His cock pulsed. “I think so,” he purred. “And what can I do to excite my little cum bucket? How do I reward him for a job well done?” There were many answers to this, but I hesitated; my brain had conjured Sam—his face twisted up in rage, shouting because nothing was ever good enough so why even ask—but then the feeling the stroke of his knuckles running down my back and his promise brought me back and when I looked at the pair of big blue eyes I felt my escalating heart-rate ease up. Still... I wasn’t ready to show my whole hand so I volunteered a club. “I... I really like piss,” I admitted. “Drinking it. Or being filled with it. Or even being soaked in it. Just want to serve, really.” “Mmmm. Sounds like my little slut is a bit of people pleaser. And maybe even a bit of a piglet. That right?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Mmmm,” he rumbled, adding the throaty low notes of dominance to the sound. “Does this little piggy want my chem piss?” “Yes,” I begged. “I could bring you to work you know. Strip you buck naked and hide you under my desk. Just fuck and feed you throughout the day so I don’t have to walk to the urinals.” “A Sir shouldn’t have to get up for that,” I agreed demurely, settling back into his shoulder. “Not when he has a boy for that...” “And what happens if my boy can’t handle it?” he growled. “My piss gets pretty rancid you know—I might even want it to be harsh for you. And when you’re feeling sick because you’ve got a gallon of my piss in your belly and can’t take any more, what happens then? Do I get mad?” “I’d think so,” I whimpered. “Mad enough to almost make you keep drinking it anyway, I bet,” he hissed. “Make you gag and choke it down your throat. Maybe even make you hold your ass cheeks apart when we’re home so I can decide how I want to punish your pretty little pink hole—because what boy of mine can’t handle four measly piss loads?” “Whatever you think I deserve,” I whispered. “More,” he instructed. “I want more.” “I... I like being tied up. Blindfolded. Passed around and stretched open. Your arms,” I sputtered, turning my head to the thick layer of hair that ran from the back of his hands up to his powerful biceps. “Your arms are so hot to me. Want them inside me.” “Mmm... you really like being helpless, don’t you?” he breathed, stroking my spine with the hairy back of one hand, as the other returned to my ass. Sliding past my ring with a shove, three of his fingers dug into the soft tissue. Almost pulling me across his chest as he flexed his strength in demonstration, my cock twitched as my heart skipped. “You’re pretty light you know—could probably lift you on one,” he cooed. “Carry you around like my little skin puppet.” “Yes,” I mewled. “Wait here,” he instructed. “Do not run away.” Rising from the bed, Chris shuffled over to the closet. Pulling it open, he sifted through its contents for a few moments, rising to his toes as he reached for the top shelf, involuntarily granting a very nice view of his rather round ass together as he gathered a rather large cardboard box that likely no longer held the vegetables its exterior suggested. I licked my lips. Then he turned, flaunting his cock at full mast as he returned to the bed. Settling back next to me, one of his hands settled on the flaps concealing its contents. Drumming his fingers gently, he paused for a moment, eyes downcast. To my surprise, he paused—he always seemed to know what to say. Settling in patiently, I waited. When he spoke, he spoke quietly. “Everything we’ve talked about—I’m game for. It’s just...” he explained, then trailed off at the end, taking another moment. Unsure whether I was supposed to wait or not, I elected for the comfort of still silence. After a moment, he continued. “I don’t know if I can be as rough or mean as you want me to be.” Eyeing his resting hand, and then his averted posture, I scooted closer. Overlapping his chunky paw with my spindly ones, I leaned over the box so our arms touched and rested my head on his shoulder. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. “Don’t get me wrong—I like to control,” he clarified. “And I’d like to share and stretch your tight little boy-hole until it’s a gaping cunt. And I really want to get my arm so far into your guts that I can parade you around like my favourite sleeve.” This was pushing all my buttons; it was taking a lot of restraint to not just hurl myself onto him. But his tone of concern gave me pause. Setting my pounding chest aside, I removed my head, craning below his I could look up at his surprisingly sober expression. I raised an eyebrow. “What’s the worry then?” I asked delicately. “I like to go slow,” he explained, gesturing to the wall with his free hand as if that somehow made it make more sense. “Work up to things. We’ll need a safe word and I’ll want to cuddle. And I don’t know how that fits into,” he motioned loosely to the space between us, “This.” Smiling wanly, my body leaned in, and I rested my head atop his shoulder. His resting hand was still a lot bigger than mine so it was kind of hard to get my grip around it properly but I managed as best I could and squeezed a bit tighter. “Chris?” I asked quietly, demurely. “Yes?” “I said I want you to own me,” I explained, tone soft and soothing. “That means you have a lot of say in this.” Pausing for a moment, Chris held his breath. Below, I could feel his free arm repositioning, sliding over the two clasping his so we made a little hand sandwich. Holding my little paws in his heavy ones, his mouth turned back to my ear. “My slut,” he said quietly. Sighing contentedly, I nodded slowly, deliberately. “Yes, Chris,” I agreed. “Your slut.” Satisfied with my answer, we remained still for a moment, taking the opportunity to bask in the verbal contract. Then, glancing downwards, my eyes wandered to the cardboard flaps. “So...” I began timidly, wondering if I was inadvertently invoking Pandora with this train of thought: “What’s in the box?” //// Clothes. It had been clothes. More specifically, clothes he’d wanted me to wear. Along with a few accessories for himself. Testing the off-white jockstrap he’d supplied, I poked the little pouch concealing my cock and balls. The actual strap sat snug around my waist, but with my tina-dick only standing at quarter-mast the pouch itself was fairly loose. Still, probably better too big than too small. At the base, I could already see a damp spot beginning to emerge where I was leaking. And while I still had the full use of my hands I reached lower, sliding my index finger underneath the foreskin, coating the finger generously before bringing it to my mouth to taste the faintly salty-sweet ooze. Meanwhile, Chris was setting down a cooler he’d retrieved from the kitchen. Clad in just his old army tags and a battered camouflage cap, he glanced around the room, likely trying to judge whether he’d picked the best location for his refreshments. Once satisfied with his choice, he cracked open a cold one. Fixing me with a wry grin, he chugged the lager under a minute, holding eye contact the full time, and then tossed the empty bottle into the trash. “You’ll get yours later,” he explained, winking as he gave his belly a hearty pat. Cheeks flushed, I was unsure how to react—and elected for gratitude. “Thanks,” I said meekly. Practically beaming, he glanced back towards the bucket of beers. “Although, if you’re good, I could probably be persuaded.” He then tipped of his head towards the now-opened vegetable bin. “Have you picked one you like?” I had. Licking my lips, I lifted the bandana from the box delicately. Plain black, save for a thin, fiery-white pattern about a half-inch from the perimeter, I presented him the square sheet. “This one.” Satisfied with my choice, he accepted my offering, folding it by its corners once, then pinching a few inches down the converging slopes to form the edge of the band. With a few quick loops, the makeshift blindfold was formed and pressed against my face, making the world vanish as he tied the ends together behind my skull. With my vision gone, the other senses quickly stepped up to fill the void. Somehow the musky, sweaty, smoky scent that I was quickly beginning to associate with him was stronger and all but suffocated my nose in its aroma. Tentatively, my hand reached up to touch the cloth, feeling the rough cotton between the soft pads of my thumb and forefinger, and gave it a little tug to adjust it. “Too tight?” Chris asked in concern as he circled me, making my skin buzz as he eyed his handiwork. Shaking my head, I settled back into the bed, following his voice and footsteps as I raised my hands in front of my chest in offering. “No, not at all,” I stammered, shivering as he pressed his fuzzy chest to my back. Next to me, the jingle of metal on metal chimed, the leather brushing my arm as he lifted the harness out of the box. “Good. Arms up,” he instructed. Complying, the leather slipped over my head and down my torso. He’d clearly done this before—within moments the diagonal cross-straps were snug across my shoulders, meeting with a cold metal ring in the center of my chest. Meanwhile, behind me, I could feel him fiddling with the tightness, securing the horizontal strap between my belly button and ribcage. “How’s that?” he cooed. Rolling my shoulders to test the tightness, I turned towards his voice. “It’s actually perfect,” I admitted. “Good. Hands.” Obediently, I bent my arms and raised my hands together in offering. Wrapping his arms around my torso, he set to work, collecting my hands in his, fitting the pair leather handcuffs around them as he tightened them around my slender wrists. Breathing heavily into my ear, he gave the tip of my ear a test nibble and shook my arms, making the metal rings of the cuffs jingle against one another. “Too snug?” Tentatively, I slipped my ring finger underneath one of the bands. It fit, albeit with some effort. “Not at all,” I supplied. “Perfect.” “I just didn’t think you were serious,” I confessed. “Why would I not be serious?” he asked gently, snapping the metal bands together with a loud clack. “I asked what you wanted; you said you wanted to be tied up and used like my human cum-rag. That sounds fun to me—doesn’t it sound fun to you?” “Well, yes, but...” “So if I like it,” he interrupted, “And you like it, don’t you agree it would be silly if I wasn’t ready to follow through?” I was cornered. And not just because I was tied up on the bed. “I see your point,” I conceded. “Besides...” he murmured, bumping the top of my head with the brim of his cap as he settled in next to my ear. Then his hands were on me—starting from the bottom of my waist where the band of the jock began, he tugged the strap back to give a little snap, before continuing his calloused fingertips’ journey upwards. Leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake, they brushed from my sides to underarms, eventually settling on the base of my shoulders. “Do you have any idea how good you look to me right now?” he purred. Shaking my head, I was upfront about it. “No,” I responded bluntly. The tip of his large, flat tongue flicked top of my ear. “You look gorgeous,” he breathed. Laughing softly, deflection kicked in, reducing the compliment to a glancing blow. “I bet you say that to all the boys,” I replied nonchalantly, tilting my head to grant better access to the slope of my neck. Accepting the invitation, Chris bit down, forming a seal with his lips as he sunk his teeth into the soft skin. Sucking hard, he drew a gasp as my spine arched—sharp pain jolting outwards from where the pressure was most intense. Whimpering as he increased his pull, his heavy arms squeezed me tight against his torso, crushing my wrists into the cold metal ring as he drew the blood to the surface. Once satisfied with his handiwork he pulled away with a pop, blowing gently on the bruising skin, sending shivers down my back. Flicking the patch with the tip of his tongue, he moved back to my ear. “I really don’t,” he growled. “I’ll take your word for it,” I whispered. Then the pipe was back in my mouth and I heard the click of the torch. “Three big hits, boy,” he instructed. “And pick a safe word.” Surrendering to the waft of the clouds, I huffed and I puffed until my chest was full and by the time I had blown in I could feel the little piggy waking up. My head was spinning again—a spiralling mess of sensations crawling along my skin as even the faintest breeze of his breath set me off. Thoughts were difficult, so I deferred to the first word that came to mind. “Zebra,” I supplied. “Zebra it is,” he growled. And then the box flew off the bed and his hands were on my chest, all but shoving onto my back. Letting out a surprised yelp as I hit the mattress, he climbed on top, straddling my chest. Flopping against my mouth, his hard cock was slippery with pre-cum. “You want my cock, don’t you?” My chest fluttered. “Yes,” I whispered. Gripping his shaft in his hand, he pushed the head closer, spreading the pre-cum around my lips. “I bet you do,” he growled. “You love it. In your mouth, in your hole. Bet you can’t wait until that beer finishes its trip and it’s time to feed you.” Straining against the heavy, hairy thighs crushing my arms into my chest, I nodded. Fighting the temptation to reach out with my tongue and steal a little taste of the pungent, sweaty head as it traced its little circles, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Pounding inside my ribcage, my heart practically leapt against its confines, the perspiration on his legs mixing with the fresh sweat forming on my chest. “Yes, Sir,” I breathed. The use of the title evidently struck a chord—groaning atop me, Chris leaned forwards. “Fuck. Open,” he ordered. Obediently, my lips parted, and his cock slid past my open mouth. Even now I could still faintly test the acrid tang that was unmistakeably Sam, mixing with the delicate sweet and faintly sour that I understood to be myself. But overwhelming both of them was a salty, heady musk—blanketing the residual flavours, Chris’s taste quashed both and I strained my neck, struggling to get him further inside, needing more of it. Above, Chris cooperated with the inefficient angle by taking some pressure off my chest. Balancing more on his shins he rose a bit, shifting his hips as we adjusted our alignment. Satisfied with this new position, Chris paused, just holding the position. Below, I continued to swirl my tongue around his head and shaft, breathing through my nose. Then I felt him move—his pelvis pressing forward in a very slow, continuous thrust that brought his cock further. Panicking, I nearly choked as half a cock quickly became three quarters. Bumping the entrance to my throat, he ground his cock there, groaning as I gurgled and choked. “Fuck, Daniel,” he groaned, grinding harder. “Fuck—more.” Dizzy and flushed, my body jerked as I tried to cough and sputter around the rather sizeable gag I’d been presented with. I knew I had to keep breathing through my nose—but the unsuccessful gagging and coughing had already flooded my sinuses with relocated spit and mucus. Running down my nose, cheeks, mouth, it had even had begun to seep into the pubes pressing into my face. Below, my cock began to harden. “We’re going to have to train you to do this better,” he chuckled, giving a little push with his hips, eliciting a gag. “Although, honestly... I kind of like watching you choke.” Below, my cock twitched. Time passed. I was certain I was going to pass out—behind the blindfold, little stars were beginning to form. But then he pulled back, his rock-hard cock slimy and wet as I lurched forwards, wheezing in laboured pants. Generously, he gave me a moment. Settling down next to me, one arm slipped underneath my back, pulling me close. Meanwhile, the other ran his index and middle fingers through the mixed splatter of saliva, snot, and pre-cum that had formed around the lower half of my face. Brushing it and gathering a nice little coating around the exploratory digits, he pushed them into my mouth. I could practically hear the grin in his voice. “What a mess you’ve made,” he observed as I suckled away. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I croaked around the intrusion. Chuckling, Chris removed his fingers and shifted his weight so that he could overlook me. For a moment, I wondered if I was in trouble. But then, to my surprise, I felt his large flat tongue lap my cheek. Leaving a trail of his hot saliva in its path, it moved across my mouth, the little bridge underneath my nose, and then my chin before pulling away. Above I could hear him make squishing noises with one of his cheeks and then his tongue was back, cleaning up the other side of my face as it swept away the last of it the snot, pre-cum, and spit. Then his finger tapped my lips. Open, it said, and my mouth parted. Leaning in, Chris spat out the mix before pressing in with a crushing kiss, mashing his beard into my face as his thick tongue spread the viscous blend to every corner. All but wrapping my tongue in it as he swirled his around mine, his hand stroked the side of my arm gently, and I could feel the tension melting away leaving nothing but the humming need that buzzed through my bloodstream. It also occurred to me that I was now hard. Swallowing his gift dutifully, I could feel his mouth curl into a smile as our blended fluids traveled past my gullet. Stroking my side gently, he pulled away. Through our heavy pants and a grin that I could hear, he leaned in close. “It’s okay baby,” he whispered. “Just means I’ll have to keep fucking your face until you get the hang of me.” And for a moment we just paused there—taking a moment to recover as he considered what he wanted next. He arrived at his choice quickly. “Know what I haven’t had in a while?” he asked. “No Sir,” I answered softly. “A good rimming. But I bet you’d like to give me that though, wouldn’t you?” he growled. “Lord knows you want to stick every other part of my body into your mouth. What do you think boy? Think you can clean me up? And really get that tongue of yours up my ass?” My breathing hitched. Schooling my features into a poker face, I wet my lips. “I think if that’s what you want, Sir,” I murmured, “What kind of boy would I be if I didn’t?” “I haven’t cleaned up like you,” he warned, voice low as if threatening me with it. “It’ll be sweaty. Maybe even ripe. Sometimes that scares little boys away. Think that’s going to be a problem?” “Not at all,” I whispered. “Whatever Sir wants.” “Good answer.” Then he was sitting up and I heard the crisp fizz of a cap between twisted off a bottle. Displacing the bed as his knees surrounded my face, balancing his weight on his shins, he took a long swig of the lager and then began to descend. Nutty, earthy, salty, musky; bombarding my nose as the hairy crack of his ass lowered itself onto my face I leaned up, straining my neck as I buried myself in his wiry fur. Inhaling deeply, I shivered, captivated by the sheer potency of his odour and opened my mouth. Beginning by suckling at the interior of one of his cheeks, my tongue reached and delved into the layer of sweat that had begun to form. Responding with a rumbling groan, Sir took another swig, then pushed back, scratching my face lightly as he ground into it hard. “Fuck—you’re eager aren’t you?” I was. In the same way that Chris evidently didn’t find many boys down to eat him, my predilection to go with the flow meant I didn’t typically voice my appreciation for this part of the oral realm. But it was something of a guilty pleasure. And the way his crack bore down on me, my lips would press the little pinched muscles forming his pucker out of the way and let my tongue really dig into each nook to uncover the pinches of nutty, manly earthiness—my own little heaven. Taking my time, I teased deliberately, ensuring that no skin was left unturned as I cleaned every square millimeter around his hole. “God damn...” he growled, reaching down to spread a cheek, granting better access to his hole. Accepting the invitation, my tongue pushed against his tight entrance. Overwhelmed by the salty strength of the flavour I had to catch myself—forcing myself to focus on the task at hand as the tip of my muscle teased and tested, looking for an angle where it could form the wedge I needed here. He was definitely enjoying himself—letting out all manner of grunts and throaty rumbling noises between swigs of his refreshment. But I wasn’t going to be happy with ‘enjoying’—I wanted him to unravel and I was getting nowhere fast with my current methods. Evidently, Chris hadn’t been kidding about not doing this often. Then an idea occurred; my hands reached up. And despite being clasped together I managed to get them in a position where there was some leverage to pull in opposite direction. Digging into the corners of his cheeks, just below my chin, my fingers tugged while my tongue searched. Bingo. Had my mouth not been preoccupied, I might have smiled. But there were other priorities right now. Worming in closer, I worked the little sliver I’d formed, pleased as a bit more of my tongue managed to squeeze into his tight asshole. “Jesus,” he gasped, his legs shaking for just a moment as he leaned over to drop the bottle into the trash. While it clattered noisily against its brother, Chris was already rebalancing, breathing hard, and using both of his hands to now spread his cheeks to give me the access I had really been looking for. “Why the fuck didn’t we start with this?” he wondered aloud. Grinning, I shoved my tongue inside further. “Jesus,” he groaned, louder this time. Not bad, I considered, but maybe we can do better. Slowly, deliberately, I withdrew my tongue, slurping up the earthy flavour as I went. And once retracted about halfway, I paused—just enough to let him consider the next move—and then pushed back in as hard as I could. “Jesus!” he roared. Finally satisfied, I repeated the motion, drinking his salty musk with each successive thrust. Building speed gradually, I was pleased when he began to push back harder, forcing my tongue past the sphincter to delve into the nutty, funky, headiness beyond. And just as the flavour was becoming fainter, he pulled off my face, tearing off the blindfold off my eyes as he left. Staring down at me, his face was red and sweaty, his cock nearly purple as if it was ready to burst. Rising and falling in time with his heavy panting, his chest was shiny with sweat, giving the soaked fur the look of copper wire in the lamplight. Meanwhile, his mouth opened and shut, bobbing like a fish as he failed to come up with the words. Smiling up at him innocently, I held my tongue, arms trembling with suppressed laughter. “Well,” he finally started, then paused, pondering his next words for a moment. Then his hands were on mine, touching the leather straps briefly before settling on the clasp holding them together. With a click, the metal ring released, and he pulled my hands apart. “I think you’ve earned these.” I couldn’t resist. “Thank you, Sir,” I chimed. Narrowing his eyes, he gave me what might have been a glare, but then dissolved the leery stare with a snort. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he growled. “Hands and knees. Now.” While I scrambled into position, he was already moving behind me. “You’re going to want to take some,” he warned as the poppers landed in front my face. And while I twisted the cap off, I heard the pop of the lube bottle opening, followed by the slicking sound of his hand on his cock. Hurriedly, I inhaled deeply in each nostril, feeling my ass muscles relax with each breath as the flush spread throughout my body. Where earlier had been gentle and he’d eased himself into me gradually, this time was different. Three of the fingers he’d slicked his cock with went in, shoving in roughly, with little regard for the delicate tissues. And after just one twist to spread the lube about they were gone, replaced with the tip of his dick as he nudged my entrance. Gripping my hips hard, he let out a low rumble, and pushed hard. Yelping as my muscles tensed involuntarily in spite of the poppers, he slid in fast, jostling on in with one long hard stroke. Then, while still holding one side of my waist, his other hand reached forward and pushed the top of my back, indicating he wanted me lower. Complying, I folded onto my forearms, being sure to keep the bottle nearby just in case. Stretching my walls with his pulsing erection, my ass gripped him hard, almost dragging with him slightly despite the lubrication as he reared back, sliding out oh so slowly. “You teased me earlier,” he observed. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimpered, straining over my shoulder so I could see the dark expression tinting his features. “Didn’t seem sorry when you were being a smart ass earlier,” he replied dismissively, lifting his arm. Turning away, I shut my eyes. Crack! Sucking in a gasp at the impact, the sharp red pain spread outwards from from the cheek and up my spine, linking up with the pleasure senses mucking about in my head as they rolled into one sensation. Meanwhile, Chris’s hands were back on my hips, digging in hard as he thrust back in hard. In this position, more depth was possible and I found my mouth just hanging open, clutching the bottle and sheets as he pounded into me. Like a piston he set a brutal pace, stroking across my prostate and dislodging more pre-cum into the substantial stain that was forming in the pouch. “Chris—” I moaned, but either he didn’t hear me or didn’t care. Grunting and snarling as he fucked me hard, he pressed onwards with fervor. Within moments I had been reduced to a mewling mess and reached back for my own hard cock. Moving the pouch aside, I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking it as best I could in rhythm with his thrusts. I could feel it coming close—between the battering inside me, the slick friction, and the lack of orgasm earlier I desperately wanted to cum. But then he stopped, breathing hard, leaving me whining at the loss of motion as he simply held position—cock half-inserted so there was deliberately no pressure against my prostate. Eyeing my adjusted posture suspiciously, he licked his lips. “And what do we have here?” he murmured, leaning in closer as he reached down, enveloping my grip in his. “Someone is hard.” Whimpering, I nodded. Gingerly, he extricated my hand as his began its own assessment. Starting with my foreskin, his rough fingers pinched the folds, grinding them together as he started to push his cock back in to the root. Once slipped under my foreskin, his hand continued onto my sensitive cock-head, brushing their calloused pads and the tips of the fingernails over the glans. Spreading the little slit between two of the nails, he pressed in, making me whine as he rubbed the opening of my urethra painfully. Satisfied, he gathered my pre-cum in his slick hand, and lowered his grip to my shaft. “You’re very lucky you’re cute,” he growled, and resumed thrusting. I had already been close. But between his coarse, slippery palms stroking me so they just brushing the top of my head, and the slower, more deliberate thrusts that all but dug into my swollen nub before sliding all the way in—I wasn’t going to last. Digging my nails into the sheets, I pleaded incoherently, moving my hips in time with his thrusts. “Chris,” I gasped. “It’s—I can’t—please—” “Do it,” he breathed. Clamping down on his cock, my muscles stiffened as I spurt into his hand, making him groan and lean back as he shut his eyes. Stilling himself momentarily, he let out a slow exhalation through his nose—adjusting to the vice-like grip of the velvety tissue. Holding his position, he pulled his cum-coated hand away from my softening sock. Smearing my load around his fingers as he moved it towards my hole, he pushed against his wiry pubes, prodding the edge of my tightened pucker with the tip of his nail. Sensing what was coming next, I uncapped the bottle and sniffed hard, sucking in the nitrites as he pressed harder, breaching the already-snug fit as it slid alongside his throbbing member, scraping the nerves as he buried himself to the knuckle. Whimpering at the intrusion, I re-capped the bottle and arched my back, struggling to feel more. “Oh god,” I whispered. “Tonight,” he breathed, grinding his hips forward into my beaten hole as he spoke. “I’m gonna get someone else in there with me. And really rip this hole open.” “You really think we’ll be able to do that?” I gasped, shutting my eyes as I just focused on the throbbing, burning, tingling spreading through the nerves. “Absolutely,” he grunted, twisting the digit, making sure I felt the burn. “And if you can’t, we’ll make you. Hell, I even know who I’m calling,” he continued, rubbing a second finger against my entrance. Forcing it in alongside its brother, he glanced down, eyeing his handiwork with a hungry look, letting out a groan of satisfaction. “Christ, Daniel...” Mewling into the sheets, I bit my lip. “Promises, promises,” I chimed, earning a snicker. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day,” he growled. And then the fingers were gone, leaving my ass alone with cock. And if the earlier pace had felt rough, I didn’t even have a word for this. Slamming in and out, he battered my spent hole, ripping yelps from my throat on the rougher strokes and I had no doubts that I would be tender and sore when this was over. Slapping his balls hard with each thrust, yanking my walls with each shove, he attacked my hole in a frenzy. Even if I’d screamed Zebra I doubted it would have reached him. So instead I held on—leaning into the fever pitch, knowing that between the tightness, roughness, and pace it was clear he wanted to finish too. It didn’t take long. Another minute, maybe two? And I could feel his cock throbbing—stiffening up and expanding in preparation to mark me once more. His fingers dug in harder, and then came the roar. “FUCK DANIEL!” he bellowed, drowning out my moan, his balls swaying as his body stilled. And deep inside me his pulsating member jerked, reacting to the shudder running through his body as it drove in to the root and unloaded in five thick pumps—his second gooey load meeting and merging with the remnants of its brother as the wetness spread through my guts.

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Sorry, but this is a bunch of naive BS. "All lives matter" is a cop-out. Of course they SHOULD; the problem is that in America, white lives have ALWAYS mattered and black, brown, yellow and red ones have not. Of course [people of] every race should be treated with respect. But people of one race have been treated with respect from the beginning, even if that treatment was frequently coerced at the end of a gun or knife or other weapon. People of other races have been treated with disrespect for that same length of time, whether it's 250 years of slavery, 100 years of Jim Crow, the Trail of Tears, the Chinese Exclusion Act, the Japanese internment in concentration camps, or the mass incarceration of African Americans that began under Nixon's demands for law and order. "All lives matter" glosses over and ignores 400 years of mistreatment and expects everyone to just immediately assume everything's fine and dandy. It's not. And as long as people ignore the past, it never will be. You will never "abolish" hate and fear. To abolish means to FORMALLY put an end to some practice, and you can't legislate emotions. You can hope (again, perhaps naively) to eliminate hate and fear, and that's a noble goal, but fear is hard-wired into the brain; it's a reaction developed millions of years ago by our primitive ancestors helping us survive by fleeing perceived dangers. The problem isn't that we fear, but that some people, power-hungry would-be despots like Trump especially, thrive by stoking fear among their supporters. That fear is channeled at "others" - those with less or no power, who can be scapegoated as the supposed cause of the fear stoked in those people. And sadly, the historical record is exactly contrary to your point: it DOES work, it doesn't "always fail". Maybe, in the long run, it's unsustainable, but from the perspective of the despot, in the long run, he's dead anyway. And lastly, that line - "Anyone thinks I'm speaking out of line, please keep it to yourself" - really? So you think YOU are privileged enough to express your opinion here, but nobody can come along and challenge you? Mary please.

Part 4 The next morning, Jake was keen to get back to his place and check in with his parents' doctors. I gave him breakfast, still just dressed in my briefs and enjoyed him snatching glances of my bulge. I could see him trying to make out the outline of my PA, the object of his attention. He changed back into his clothes and left, seemingly ok health-wise, though obviously worried. I couldn't help shoving the discarded boxer briefs to my nose as I picked them up off the floor and blood engorged my cock as I drank in his innocent smell. I knew I'd be hitting Grindr later but decided to hit the weights hard first. By midday, I was pumped and the sweat was running off me but Grindr was quiet as hell. Early days of this lockdown and my usual prey, the young twinks were obviously trying to behave. I hadn't logged into BBRTS in a while as it hadn't been necessary but I gave it a try. ignoring any messages from offline profiles I quickly zoned in on three local guys, all neg and all local. "RunnerBtm" turned out to be a fairly hot 40 something guy, working out of London (away from home) and basically isolated in a local hotel when he wasn't at work. we quickly established that he needed cock and liked it rough and raunchy. He was married with kids which made him hotter, in my book. My profile says "ask me", he didn't, but I did tell him I don't pull out. As instructed he was naked in his dark hotel room when I arrived. I had him strip me and then tongue my pits as he stood there. His head was at the perfect height and he knew better than to play with his "pathetic little cock" (actually the best part of 6'', but who's asking?). After he'd done a good job I pushed him to the floor on his back and squatted over his face, His facial hair tickled my swollen nuts as I teabagged him and he licked me clean and pretty soon I was rubbing my musky trench over his whole face. I was really getting into him tonging my manhole and he was doing a great job. Occasional smotherings kept him keen for air but what I really wanted was to plant a baby in his middle aged tummy, so after a while I chucked him face down on the bed and climbed aboard. I was rock solid and found his douched and pouty hole without the aid of my hands and I was quickly balls deep. His guts were velvety warm. caressing their invader and he only struggled as I pressed home into his inner sphincter, which gripped my PA on each outward stroke. "mmmm fag....you want my babies don't you?" "yes sir" he groaned in response "gonna plant them in you...a real fucking man. you fuck your wife with your maggot cock?" "yessir, but it's so small" "from now on, it will be my DNA that you fuck into her" "mmmm...yes sir" "so close...gonna poz you so deep" "what?" "poz you up dumb fuck" "no!!...pull...out..." Mmmm. The inevitable struggle. Sure fire way to milk my dick and sure enough I felt myself blasting inside his inner hole as he struggled weakly beneath me. I growled in his ear, staying in him to massage my essence into his being as he struggled, whimpered, gave in and then climaxed himself beneath me...but i was still thinking of Jake

As we slipped under the duvet, I vowed to myself to keep my briefs on and let little Jakey have a night of feeling safe at what was clearly a scary time for him. I caught him glancing at my body a few times but, knowing his love of wrestling and the contrast with his own body, it was hardly surprising. Pretty soon he was out for the count, face down, his mid length hair like a halo on the pillow. Sleep came much harder for me, despite my two fucks earlier, but eventually I drifted off, making sure to keep to my side of the bed. In my dreams, Soccer Boy was still here, sparko and naked in my bed, his pert little arse tempting me to top him up with my seed. I stretched out my thigh, laying it across his butt before inching my whole body over his as my cock hardened. He stirred in his sleep, smiling, as I humped him gently, slicking him up with my pre. As my PA snatched at his entrance, the rest of my bulbous head was able to begin to part his fleshy lips. His body stiffened, aware of my raw state, as I pushed harder, sinking an inch or two into his chute. At this he really began to squirm, still silent but desperate to stop my bare entrance. Fuck this, I slammed the rest of my length into him, no pretence of playing safe. He felt even smaller than before, slotting easily between my thighs completely immobilised... "Stop! Stop!", Jake was almost shouting, almost sobbing as I came round from my dream fuck. I was atop the kid. Actually, that's not right, I was all over him, such was our size difference. The covers were on the floor but he was fully covered by me. Fuck! In my confused state it took a second to realise that my cock wasn't actually in him. I reached under me to find my briefs in place though a good six inches of cock and my big PA were poking out the waist band. My old hipster boxers were still on Jake's fine little arse too, though there was a silvery snail trail in the fabric crevice where my hungry cock had signalled its intent. I quickly rolled off him, shoving my cock to one side so that it was inside the confines of the briefs once again. "Fuck! Sorry Jake, I guess I'm not used to sharing my bed....been a while since I had any action....You ok?" "errr...yeh..." he was clearly a bit shaken, his voice quavery. "you are kind of heavy, I couldn't move" "sorry man, I can sleep on the sofa" "No...it's ok, you won't do it again?" "Um, ok, I promise" We both began to drift back to sleep. "Um...Ed?" "Yeh?" "Your cock..." "yeh...?" "It felt kind of hard" "err... yeh, I had a hard on mate, sorry" "No, I meant at the end" "Ah..right, my PA...erm, Prince Albert...it's a metal ring, a piercing" "oh wow...it sounds..er...weird. Can I see it sometime?" How tempted was I? But like I said at the start, I'm a good guy and I'd vowed to myself not to go there. Not tonight. "Ask me again in the daylight. Then I know you really mean it". "Ok Ed". This time it was me that drifted off quickly. Jake was still fidgeting around in the ample space of the hipsters as I got back to Soccer Boy...

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6inch cock here. kinda thick. multicummer and I love to fuck ass. top here that wants to cum till my balls are empty. @MuscledHorse nice cock but DAMN I LOVE THAT ASS!! Wanna be deep inside dropping loads inside!

Vault is, in my opinion, best place in London for getting fucked. I've been about once a month on the naked evenings and have always come away with my hole dripping cum.

I agree, from start to finish, I love the whole experience and never want it to end, so tops...feel free to bring your friends...and strangers....really anyone that needs a hole to load.

I know this feel. I dated casually for years without finding a good man for me. Wasn't until I hit 34 that I met my first boyfriend. That was more sex-based than compatibility, and didn't last more than 13 months. But I met my late husband shortly after that, and if were still alive, we'd still be together. I went through a lot of shit to find him, and get to a place where I was happy with things. I think everyone does this. It's part of life. I am not the person to ask for dating advice. But I will say that you must love yourself first, and based on what you've said, you're struggling with that. Keep collecting loads, keep seeing the guys who give you good lovin (it's good to look under the hood before you buy the car), and let it come to you. Go out and see what's out there. You live in New York, which sets the bar a little high, but sometimes it's the undiscovered gems that shine the brightest. Don't give up.

I don’t watch much porn but for me it’s a turn off if the bottom is not enjoying getting a hard pounding. I have been bred by cutlerx and he does like to see his boys uncomfortable. Unfortunately I had to pretend a bit to make him happy. I enjoy getting my pussy beat up.

I just set down and made a goal list 2 nights ago. Here it is: GOALS BY END OF 2019 (List made on 10/8/19) Go to Hibearnation Host a blindfolded open door hotel party be fucked by more that 10 men in one day be fucked by more that 20 in a weekend be fucked through a glory hole bend over for anyone who wants in a dark room post personal cell number for a cumdump hotel party Drink piss no load refused from no on out set in sling in bathhouse Goals by end of 2020 Be fucked by over 100 men in a calendar year: repierce nipples : (completed 10/9/19) Done at kalidoscope piercing and tattoo in Springfield Missouri. Piereced with 12 gauge, will take some time before streching. I almost backed out and waited until i lost more weight, but then I though to myself, why not... Started tanning on this day as well to make my pasty ass more appealing. I did this way before my goal target. start wearing PA again: (Completd 10/9/19) Picked up extra 12 gaug while at Kalidascope getting my nipples repierced. Slid it in myself. It went in far easier than expected. I should be up to a 10 guage by the end of December, maybe sooner. Did this way before goal target stretch balls another 20mm = 110mm total host at least 3 open door hotel parties go to Pig Week find a slut buddy get in shape get use to wearing chastity Long term goals Be a no loads refused cumdump over 200 minimum each year be a regular at a sex club find a Dom to whore me out stretch nipples to 10 or 8 guage stretch PA to 6 or 4 guage be locked in perminate chastity by PA 50 men in one month be fisted K9 have balls touch knees with stretchers

Pete waited for David to arrive, David was Tall Greek guy 6'4 200 pound and a hairy chest, ass and legs. He sported a 9" thick uncut dick and loves his ass eaten and balls licked. Pete greeted him and told him he had to run to the store and David sat down and started watching porn. The screen had a guy and a chick sucking a dick. He had not even acknowledged Lucas and turned and said fuck dude ever share a dick with a girl? I had this guy and girl suck me off the other day before I fucked her and it was hot as fuck. he turned back to watching and pulled out his dick and started to jack his uncut dick and watched out of the corner of his eye and he could see Lucas not watching the file but watching as David jacked his big dick and played with his foreskin. David did not even look at him but grabbed his head and guided him down and Lucas opened his mouth and started to suck that big dick. David started to encourage Lucas and moan. Lucas sucked him for four minutes or so and David pulled him off his dick and told him to take his shirt off. Lucas hesitated but pulled it off while David kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his underwear and jeans then sat back down. Lucas went right back down on his dick. David let him suck his dick for a while and then told Lucas to stand up and take his pants off. Lucas stood frozen and David leaned forward and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and grabbed them and pulled them down. Lucas kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants and David pointed his dick at Lucas and motioned for him to start to suck his dick and a few minutes later grabbed his head and pulled him off his dick and guided him to his balls. Lucas had not licked balls before but loved to have his done by girls. He tried to please David but he was being too gentle and David grabbed his head pushed him into his balls and told him to suck them. David put on hairy ball in his mouth and David said get them both in there. Lucas opened up wide and sucked on both his balls and as he was doing that David opened up some poppers and put them under Lucas's right nostril and closed his left and Lucas had no choice but to inhale and then he did the left and back and forth and after two hits on the left and three on the right Lucas was sucking and licking David's balls and making him leak. Get up here and lick my head and suck my dick I am leaking. Lucas sucked his dick and licked the head and tongued his foreskin for several minutes, he was so into it he did not hear the door open and close. David could see Rick undressing rock hard looking at Lucas's fine ass. David Pulled up his head and told Lucas to open his mouth and then spit in it twice. Told Lucas to swallow and then shoved him down to his balls and said lick boy. He let him bath his balls and then pushed his head further so his tongue was under his balls and as he did that David lifted his legs and held Lucas's head till his hole was right on the boys tongue and told Lucas to eat his hole and lick it. The boy hesitated but started to lick David's hairy hole. This went on for a couple minutes while Rick got into place and spread the boys ass checks and started eating Lucas's tight brown hole. Lucas tried to lift his head but David kept him in place and told Lucas to Tongue fuck his hole. Lucas tongued fucked and licked David's hairy hole while Rick licked and tongued Lucas and then spit on his hole and grabbed a little tin and pulled out a shard and spit on his Lucas's hole again and worked his finger in. David Held Lucas tight and shoved his head into his ass and could her him say that hurt muffled and then Rick started to lick and eat that boy cunt and Lucas relaxed. Soon Lucas was horny as fuck and pushing his ass back on Rick's tongue and Eating David's ass. The door opened again and three more guys came in and undressed and Jake came out of the bedroom naked. Jake sat in a chair and Drew sat next to David and jacked his 8" dick and David Let Lucas up for air and guided him to Drew's dick. Rick spit on Lucas's hole and slide two more chards in him and Drew held Lucas deep on his cock till Lucas could not breath and then let him up. Lucas started to say something and Drew put his fingers in his mouth to keep him from finishing what the fuck was that. Lucas got out what the fuck, and the rest was in audible until Lucas gagged on Drews fingers. Rick passed the ass as Lucas went back to sucking drew. Marcus the black kid got down and ate Lucas's ass like he was so hungry and pushed his legs forward impaling Lucas on Drew's dick and tongue fucked his cunt. Lucas came up for air and Drew fed him poppers while Marcus ate that straight boys ass. Lucas started to moan really load and Drew grabbed him and impaled him on his dick while Marcus lubed up his dick and the boys hole and slide one finger then two in him. Lucas was loving it but acted like he should stop. Drew held him tight as Marcus slowly forced his way in that tight little hole. HIs dick was not supper thick but 9" long and he worked half way in and then pulled out and shoved it back in again and eventually he was balls deep in the boy. Marcus pushed Lucas's legs further up and slow fucked his cunt as Lucas moaned and whimpered and ten minutes later Marcus shot his first load in the boy. He went to the rest room and cleaned up and grabbed some towels and tossed them on the stand next to the sofa and got dressed and said he needed to pick up some buds and would be back. By this time Lucas was too busy taking another dick, Devon and English chap who was visiting on a tourist Visa for the summer had slide in Lucas's cummy hole with his thick uncut British cock. He spread Lucas's legs as Drew lifted his legs and made him eat his hole. Devon fucked Lucas for eight or nine minutes and shot his load in that tight boy cunt. He went over and traded places with Drew and made Lucas suck his cummy cock off and clean the foreskin. Drew took his place and fucked that boy cunt and shot in five minutes. Grant the red head come and took Devon's place so Lucas could suck his dick while David took that sweet cum hole with his huge dick. Lucas squealed as David shoves hid sick in so Grant shoved his head down so his 9" dick was lodged in the kids throat. It took ten minutes for Lucas to relax his hole and ten hits of poppers. David pounded away and then pulled out and motioned for more a shard or two to be given to the boy before his hole closed up. Devon gave him two, The boy had no clue and then David started pounding that cunt some more and as the boy relaxed his hole David shot a huge load in the kid. Grant took David place in that loosened cum hole and fucked Lucas like the whore he was and shot in him ten minutes later while Lucas lay moaning with his ass tingling and then Jake took his turn. Jake loves a cummy hole and he fucked Lucas deep and Lucas was showing sings of the pain on his face and in his high pitched moans and twenty minutes later Jake shot his load deep. Lucas was still horny but def ready for a break. He asked if anyone was going to suck his dick and everyone laughed. Lucas looked down and he had a little dick not even hard but so sensitive and ready to cum. Jake got a text from Marcus he was on his way back with four buds all BBC. I told Rick to help Lucas to the bedroom and put him on the bed face down and ass up and told him he needed to rest for now, there was a surprise in store for him.

The best place for what you want is a bathhouse, sex club or sex party. Trying to arrange a gang bang on your own rarely works out. How does it feel to be fucked by multiple guys...generally pretty fuckin' good. You may not make it past two or three guys the first few times, however, once you know how to open up, you'll be able to handle more guys. I like poppers as I become a total slut using them. Also if the first couple guys drop their load in your hole, it will be easier to take more cock as their cum becomes lube.

I love my bud. I'm proud to show it, It looks hot on other guys. Love sucking a prolapsed bud. BTW, Im looking for a new MASTER. Fucking myself is lonely.