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Hey all thanks again for being so kind with your comments. I only hope I can keep it up to a standard that will keep you coming back! Part 12 Justin came closer to us. He was holding my phone as I had thought. "Why do you have my phone? Are you like taking pics of this?" Justin put his cock up by my lips and like it was a reflex I opened my mouth and began sucking on the head. Mr. Miller was still inside me with my hands on his ass. I wasnt ready to feel him pull out yet. "Don't you worry Jake" Justin said smiling "Fuck that feels good. Oh yeah that tongue is good. Work it Jake. Get it ready for your hole." Mr. Miller put his mouth to my ear. "This is so hot to watch and while I'm still inside you. How many cocks had you sucked before today Jake?" I grabbed Justin's cock with one of my hands and used the other to pull Mr. Miller in tighter so I could answer his question. "None. I only sucked Mr. Kelly a little before you guys got here but I wasn't very good." "You were fine son." I could hear Mr. Kelly but I couldn't see him. I put Justin's cock back into my mouth. Mr. Miller whispered into my ear. "I would love to give you a lesson right now." He turned his head up to Justin. "Justin, how would you like to be the first guy to cum in Jake's mouth? Be the first load he swallows?" I had an easy angle looking up at him. He was smiling big. "Oh fuck yeah. I don't think that will take too long. He's not doing so bad right now." Mr. Miller looking at me now but talking to Justin said, "Oh just you wait." He put his mouth back to my ear. "Ok Jake, I want you to take only the head of Justin's cock into your mouth ok?" I nodded. "Now Jake, just do as I say. You don't have to say anything. I'll know youre doing it by the way Justin responds. Now make your tongue into a spear so it feels like its pointed at the end and try to use that tip of your tongue to probe into his piss slit. Lick the precum thats leaking out and try to get some of the precum that hasnt even come out yet." "Fffffffuuuuuuuu...." Justin didn't even finish the word. He let his mouth hang open. I could see the pleasure on his face even though he was looking straight ahead and not down toward me. "That's good Jake, now youre gonna take a little more of his cock at a time and I want you to really suck it like your mouth is a vaccum so it feels really tight around his cock. Go slow and try to suck real good. At the same time I want you to run your tongue up and down his cock. Really let him feel it." I did as Mr. Miller said going really slow and sucking his cock hard and tight and using my tongue like he said. "Oh...fuck boy! That's so goooooo...." "Yeah Jake. You hear that? You're doing really good. See how much more you can take. This is so hot to watch." I tried to take more of Justin's cock in my mouth. I knew I was going to reach my limit soon. This was definitely more than I took of Mr. Kellys cock. Just then, I yelped a little with Justin's cock in my mouth. "You felt that didn't you Jake." My eyes widened again as Mr. Miller's hard cock flexed and hit that spot again. I felt that pulsing electricity running through me as Mr. Miller began to rock his cock inside me again. "You like that don't you Jake? Having cocks in both your holes?" I was so turned on I decided I was going to take Justin's entire cock. I put one hand on his ass and pushed him into my mouth. "Oh fuck boy yeah, you like that? Fffffuuuuuck you have my whole cock in your mouth." I was sucking hard and I could feel that the muscles in my mouth were getting tired. But Justin started fucking my mouth too running it along my tongue. Mr. Miller loved it. "Oh fuck yeah I love seeing you getting your mouth fucked while I'm fucking you Jake. You are so fucking beautiful but you look even better with a cock in your mouth." Justin was loving the noises that my mouth was making around his cock. "Yeah boy. Slurp on that cock boy. Oh fuck that's so hot. Look at that. I love seeing my cock going in and out of your hot boy mouth. Fuck!" Justin was losing control. I could tell. I couldnt believe I was the one making him feel this way. Meanwhile Mr Miller was starting to fuck me faster. He was starting to pound me in a way he didnt the first time. "Fuck Jake your hole feels so good. Youre still so fucking tight and I love feeling my cum deep inside you. I'm going to shoot another huge load inside you. Just flood your insides Jake. While Justin shoots his load down your throat." "Fuck I'm gonna cum. You ready to eat my cum boy?" I started sucking harder, trying to use my mouth to get his cum out even as he was pumping my mouth in and out. My face was covered with a mix of spit and Justin's precum. "Oh oh ooooohhhhh fuck" And he thrust his cock into my mouth as his first rope of cum splashed in my mouth. I gagged but was determined to keep it in my mouth. As soon as I swallowed that first rope, I felt six or seven follow. I was getting hornier and hornier because I could feel Justin's cock flex each time a rope shot out. That's what I was feeling in my ass when Mr. Miller came in me and now I felt it in my mouth as Justin came. Justin pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down and started making out with me tasting his own cum even though there wasnt much left. "Damn boy, you really fucking ate my load. That was so hot boy." "Jake I'm about to cum again." Mr. Miller was really pounding into me now until he thrust into me one last time so deep that he hit a spot that I swear he hadnt gotten to yet. I yelped as he came again. His back was arched and his body was like a dome above me with his cock so deep in me I swear he was hitting organs. He started making out with me hard as his body spasmed again and again. I was collecting so much cum from these men. That made me so happy and horny. I didn't want this to end. I didn't care how sore this would make me. Eventually Mr. Miller's spasms ended and he softened our kiss. And then we heard applause. "That was fucking hot guys." Mr. Kelly finally came into view with Justin moving off the bed. He was sitting at his desk with his cock as hard as ever. Mr. Miller put all his weight on me as he caught his breath. "Yes it was. Jake you are even hotter than I imagined. Fuck. I want to stay inside you forever." Mr. Kelly cleared his throat. "I think I'm due a turn. How do you guys feel about a second round?" He was holding the case as he asked the question and he wasn't looking at me. Mr. Miller began to pull his cock out. He went slowly and I could feel the emptiness that I never knew I would feel before this day. "You sure Mike? I don't even think he's cum down from the first one." "Youre the one that said he didn't need a beginner dose right? Besides tomorrow is Sunday....errr...today is Sunday. Plenty of time to recover for school on Monday." Justin left my phone near me and I picked it up. "How is it 2am already? I've been here almost 12 hours?" Mr. Kelly came over to the bed and laid down next to me rubbing my chest and abs. "It's been a fun life changing 12 hours hasn't it son?" That word again. I nodded. "You ready for more or you want a break?" Justin came out of nowhere and handed me a glass of water and some Gatorade. I drank it all. I didn't realize how thirsty I was. I scrunched my face after finishing the Gatorade. "That tasted a little weird right? We just put a little something in there that just keeps the fun up. You ready for another shot son?" "You mean another needle?" I couldn't believe they were going to give me another. I was still feeling the electricity running through me from the first one. "Yeah it just makes it more and more fun son. You want that don't you? Son?" He did that one on purpose. He knew what it was doing to me. And it worked. "Yes dad." He smiled. It was like we were alone having our own intimate moment. Dad and son again. "We're going to do it a little different this time. I want to be inside you when you get this one. Is that ok son?" I just nodded. "Good. Stay like this on your back." He got up and crawled between my legs. He grabbed his cloth bag and reached in. "First, I'm going to give you another booty bump. Just so you won't be as sore. I know this is a lot of cock for your first night. But this is what you wanted isn't it son?" "Yes dad." I could feel his fingers pushing into me and the slight burning that I had felt before. His fingers didnt have as hard a time as they did earlier. He was patient and massaged my thighs and abs until he saw that I was feeling that hunger. There was also another feeling I was feeling that was hard to describe. Like I was a little drunk and the world was moving a little slower. Somehow I was showing it all in my face. "I think you're feeling what you drank son. That's just going to make you feel so much better when I'm in you. You're ready for dad to fuck you again aren't you?" I nodded. "Let me hear you say it son." "Yes dad. Please fuck me again dad. I want your cock." "That's right son. And what else do you want son." "Your cum dad. I want more of my dads cum." I was reminded that we werent alone when Mr. Miller said "Oh fuck this is so hot and twisted." Mr. Kelly placed the head of his cock at my hole. I remembered how thick he was. He began to push inside me. I gasped. He moaned. He went slowly and I could feel him stretching the walls of my insides again. This time it felt good. There was almost no pain. It was like I was numb to the pain but the pleasure was more intense. Justin sat next to me and put the belt back on my arm. This time he was at my other arm. Once I felt Mr. Kelly's--dad's--pubes against my hole I knew he was all the way in. He felt so good in me. What would cocks that werent as thick as his or cocks that werent as long as Mr. Millers be like? Would I always need them to be this big? I felt the cold of the alcohol swab and then the prick of the needle. I still didn't want to look. "I think he got--yeah...he's pushing down now. Now son, this one is a little bigger than the first. But I got you. Don't worry. Your dad's here. Ready?" I nodded and I could feel Justin pull the belt off before he raised my arm off the bed.

After a couple of minutes, his breathing eased and Jakey began to talk. "Wow, that was intense Ed" "I thought so too, you did well, have you done it before?" "Erm, no, not like that. I mean, I've sucked a guy before but it wasn't like that" "Who was the lucky boy?" "A guy I wrestled once before. He came here to play and he beat me so that was his prize. He was much smaller than you though. he came on my face" "Mmmm, tempting, I guess" "But you didn't cum" I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He must have been more out of it than I thought. "Jakey, I just filled your stomach with my protein packed DNA. You are one lucky boi, your body won't know what's hit it" He looked surprised but didn't say anything, instead repositioning himself so that he was sat facing me, astride my thighs, his cocklet right next to mine. He was hard again, maybe 4'' was closer to the mark, but next to my soft meat he looked tiny. I flopped my cock over his, then played with him, threading his cock through the open loop of my PA, allowing the weight of my cock to tether his hard dick down. "You're so much bigger than me" "I know" "not just your cock, everywhere" "But you like that right? You like that you are powerless against me" "yeh, I do. I've always been weak, kinda useless" "you have your uses, kid, but you are right, in the natural world you wouldn't last five minutes, a predator would pick you off" "A predator like you?" "That's right. I'd make short work of you" He placed his head between my pecs, nuzzling me, as I flexed for him and then gently enfolded my biceps around his little body. He whimpered. "You want me to use you....you want to be my prey? Think before you answer...it's your only chance to say no and this is a one-way street". After a few seconds the whispered answer came back "yes...use me,, destroy me" At this response, my cock began to swell and I tightened my grip on my prey gradually, his life in my hands. In my mind, I was thinking about how I could make the most of Jake, really enjoy him. My thoughts meant my bull cock was filling out to it's full size, which reduced the free space in the PA a little and had the effect of throttling Jake's own maggot cock on, which the ring was sat just below his uncut bell-end. As my cock rose up, it stretched him, further increasing the discomfort. To be frank, it hurt me a little too but I was clearly used to a fair bit of tugging and rough play on my PA that he was not. I could feel him squirming in my grasp, so I just squeezed harder. His struggles were divine and I concentrated hard on maintaining just enough pressure to keep him on the edge as i thought about the coming days. I was now on my feet, edging Jakey up and down my body, the sweat between us creating a perfect slick environment to pleasure my cock. In my mind, my cock was ripping off Jakey's rather than just tugging and stretching it and I was crushing him to oblivion. Tempting as that was, I knew I needed to save him to allow the fun I wanted but the thought was enough to send me over the edge again, flexing my cock and sending a good load of my poison over Jakey's ravaged maggot cock. As I slumped down on the his bed, Jakey squirming under me, I felt his cum lubed cock slip from my PA.

Part 21 - The Harvest Moon Johan woke and stretched smiling at Luca in his arms, next to him Nico was laying half on his stomach partially on top of Mark. He couldn't figure out how during the night they had ended up like this. Luca snuggled up and kissed his chest, Mark and Nico were sound asleep, using his arm that was around Luca he pulled him on top and cuddled him. The sun was just appearing over the hills and Johan laid there watching the shadow slowing moving on the wall, he giggled and rubbed Luca's head 'stop it' he said quietly at Luca's hand holding his semi erect cock. Luca licked the side of Johan's neck 'not a chance' he whispered quietly kissing and moving lower. Johan smiled and put his hands behind his head and watched Luca edge further downwards, his tongue licked up the shaft of his now erect cock. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed lovingly at the sensation of Luca's mouth taking his cock. The hushed moans of Luca in heaven trying his best to pleasure Johan. He looked to the side at the two sleeping beauties then down at Luca who was in his own world. Johan moved his arm and his hand stroked Luca's head, closing his eyes he pushed Luca's head down moaning and releasing his load quietly. Luca's hands roamed up Johan's body tweaking the nipples gently until he released his hand off Luca's head. Nosily Luca finished off slurping and continued gently sucking, the noise waking Nico up who looked down and chuckled at the erotic sight. Like Johan he couldn't figure out how he ended up with Mark and he was certainly not going to let the chance pass by. Grinding his hips against Mark's bum he was soon hard and gently teasing his hole open he slipped partially inside waking a moaning Mark. His hand grabbing Nico's ass coaxing him on top. Luca knelt up holding Johan's cock in his hand and watched Nico slowly fucking Mark. Luca moved up and sat across Johan guiding his cock in to his ass, even in it's post orgasm state it was still plentiful to take and feel. Mark turned his head and smiled, he loved watching getting turned on by his man and Johan making out. Nico moaned and thrusted down hard 'oh yes' Mark said feeling Nico unload, he turned and kissed Nico and they rolled on to their side to watch Luca and Johan. Luca's body was bouncing up and down so quickly from the rapid succession of thrusts Johan exaggerated through his hips. Johan moaned 'fuck yes' he cried out pushing his hips up high impaling Luca deep and breeding him, his hands pulling Luca forward wrapping his arms around the young body kissing him passionately. Nico and Johan got off the bed laughing at Mark and Luca who wrapped themselves around each other kissing madly and hugging before they get up. Johan had work in an hour and had arranged to meet up with Jack at midday. Nico, Luca and Mark were heading off the family vineyard certain that by late morning the would start the grape harvest. Luca checked his phone and Tony's message from the other day, his flight was due to land at 6pm so he would need to leave by 4.30 at the latest. Arriving at Luca's grandparents vineyard they were surprised to see Jack already there with Lorenzo sat at a table, Jack holding a bunch of grapes examining them and tasting the small one then the large one noticing the subtle difference in sweetness and flavour. He could make out Savio and Oliver in the vineyard with the estate manager testing the grapes. If his grandfather liked one thing in life it was passing on his knowledge especially when he had such an avid pupil like Jack was turning out to be. Jack waved seeing the guys approaching and admired how Nico switched in to his mother tongue and kissed his grandfather on both cheeks, Luca and Mark both did the same before setting off in to vineyard. Jack full of his newly found knowledge and eager to start. Jack got behind Mark and pushed his knee in to Mark's leg causing him to buckle, laughing loudly Jack helped him up. "You will pay for that later" Mark said play punching him. Jack grabbed his hands "How do you speak Italian?" he asked looking seriously at him. "Luca is teaching me" Mark replied as they continued following the others "you want to learn?". "Yes" Jack nodded "I will ask Savio to teach me" he finished off saying with Mark chuckling. "He has no patience to teach" Mark said smiling "gets to easily distracted by your brother". Jack chuckled "Yeah, that I have noticed" he replied "so who can teach me?" he asked "Luca?". Mark nodded "Yes I guess so, depends how long your planning on staying around" he said looking at Jack. Jack went silent and Mark watched him before he spoke again "I like you, I would like you stay". He smiled looking at Mark "I am not your sex toy" Jack said laughing and gently pushing Mark. "Not yet but soon you will be" Mark replied grinning cheekily at him. Jack laughed and shook his head "I am not gay" he said. Mark bravely grabbed Jack's hand holding it "Doesn't matter if your are or not, you can be my older brother". Jack cracked up laughing at the bizarre things Mark was coming out with, strangely he never tried to prise his hand away from Mark's holding it as they walked joining Savio and Oliver. Discreetly Jack freed his hand not before Oliver had noticed it, he kept quiet and carried on what he was doing extremely happy how his brother was coming out of his shell and enjoying himself. All systems were go and the entire team along with many villagers gathered to start harvesting the grapes, the plan today was to start harvesting the main family estate then tomorrow start on the Cerbaia estate. Jack worked with Nico, Luca and Mark under the watchful eye of Nico who had years of practice. Oliver and Savio headed to Cerbaia to test the grapes with Lorenzo. Meeting up at midday for a typical Tuscan lunch in the shade of the family home. Johan appeared halfway through lunch and Jack saw how Johan flipped in to a very Italian accent hugging and kissing Savio's grand mother who then fetched him a plate of food she had saved for him. Johan sat chatting so quickly with Lorenzo for a few minutes before kissing Nico, Luca, Mark, Oliver, Savio and finally he kissed Jack on both cheeks and sat next to him. Feeling well out of his depth wishing he could understand the quick banter going on. No matter how much food there was the noise of people talking never stopped until Geraldo the estate manager called time tapping his watch. The long table of 40 or so people was emptying, many of the villagers keen to know who Jack was came over and said hello in Italian. After about the fourth person Jack was beginning to understand some of what the locals were saying, Luca came over and helped Jack telling him what to respond with. His first Italian phrases with the locals helping his pronunciation got down to a fine art and actually sounding Tuscan. Lorenzo came over to Jack "Well done Jack" he said "that is how to impress the villagers here". "Will you teach me Italian?" Jack asked unsure if he was asking the right person. Lorenzo laughed "Of course, many of the family will help as well" he said. Johan put his arm on Jack's shoulder "Ahh yes you two go off and enjoy the afternoon" Lorenzo said. "Will be back at 5pm to help with the last picks of the day" Johan replied in Italian. Johan drove Jack to a local beauty spot where they walked for hours talking, finally the subject Jack was ashamed of was raised by Johan. Jack sensed it was coming but had no idea how much Oliver had actually told him, his aggressive side showing in a defensive stance with Johan. The trick to get under his skin and let it out in a rage was all to real, the shouting the abuse hurled at Johan until the tears steamed down his face in anger. Johan continued without letting up watching him storm off and back again to hurl more abuse, never once did Johan bring him down he astutely watched allowing Jack to use him. The rage went on for an hour until he could find no more words, Johan grabbed Jack pulling him in and pinning his arms by his side he held him close whilst Jack sobbed feeling worthless admitting his life was a wreck. Johan kissed his head and hugged him tighter. "Many people here like you Jack" Johan soothingly spoke "they like you for you not what you want to be". He remained silent for several minutes "Am I not just a project for Olly and you?" Jack asked. Johan released his hold on him "No Jack, Olly loves you and wants to help" he replied. "And you?" Jack asked looking up at him "and the others?". Johan smiled "Everyone is very fond of you Jack, we all like you" he said then chuckled "for an outsider". Jack picked up his bottle of water "That is me an outsider always at a distance". Johan put his arm around Jack's shoulder "That is just your perception Jack, the way you look at it". Jack didn't know how Johan had such a calming effect on him "How do I change it?" he asked. "You already have" Johan replied "your no outsider to the people here and the ones who love you". They walked back to the car with Jack feeling in a good place, he had never bonded so much with one person and saw Johan as his rock in time of need. A strange friendship at first that grew over the days became as solid as the hills they stood on. By the time they returned they grabbed some cutters and headed back in the vineyards to help for the last few hours. Jack worked with Johan and Nico quickly working up the row of vines, Mark popped his head over the vines 'Cute ass' he said mocking Jack and receiving a barrage of grapes throw at him by Nico and Johan. Jack smirked "Stop fucking flirting with me I told you it will not happen" he replied. Mark ducked the last few grapes "You say that now" he cheekily replied. "He is a howler in bed" Johan said and Jack looked at him shocked "Yes you heard right, so has Nico". Jack stood up and threw a grape at Mark "Trollop" he said still completely shocked. The insults flew back and forth until they reached the last vine in the row and everyone was calling it a day. Jack looked over and saw Savio and Oliver laying on the grass enjoying the last few rays of sun and chilling. Out of nowhere he saw a glimpse of Mark speeding towards him 'What the fuck!' he cried out being rugby tackled down to the ground, Jack laughed and clamped his arms around Mark's body rolling him over on to his back 'nice try' he said looking down at Mark who was in fits of giggles. Nico and his parents came out with some bottles of wine and glasses watching Mark and Jack rolling around in the dirt, they called Johan, Jack and Mark over. Johan pulled both of them back to their feet unable to control their laughter he dragged them over to the table. A sense of calm returned but Jack hadn't realised how hungry he was having eaten so little at lunchtime, he quietly asked Nico if he could have some bread. Nico chuckled 'Mama Jack ha fame' he called out. She returned with bread and meats encouraging Jack to eat. Savio watched sipping his wine and laid back down next to Oliver 'My grandmother likes Jack' he said smiling. Whilst sat at the table Amelia pointed to things getting Jack to say them in Italian, it was a far cry from lunchtime, it was still a little noisy but less voices and excitement allowing Jack to engage more. Even Mark was talking to him in his not so perfect Italian, their ribbing of each other continuing and to Jack it really was like having an annoying younger brother. Kissing went on all around as Nico, Johan and Mark left for the day. Savio, Oliver and Jack were invited for dinner despite him having dirt stains over his back and legs. They left shortly after 9pm and walked down the road for Fattoria Cerbaia. Jack put his arm around Oliver's shoulder and kissed his cheek "What was that for?" Oliver asked. "My way of saying sorry and thanking you" Jack replied "and making me feel welcome". Oliver smiled "Your my brother Jack I have to love you unconditionally" he chuckled. Savio walked along side Jack "What is it with you and Mark?" he asked "you know he fancies you". Jack chuckled "I know" he said looking at Savio "Can't explain it, we just like each other". "Luca has his hands full with Mark" Oliver remarked smiling. Jack turned to Oliver "Suppose if I am gay how would I know?" he asked in a strange tone. Savio laughed and Oliver stopped "Technically I guess you are bisexual anyway" he replied. "Oh yeah, but that was for money" Jack exclaimed reminding him. Oliver smiled "Did you hate doing it with a man?". Jack went quiet for a moment thinking "Never really thought about it like that". "Is why you not have a girlfriend?" Savio asked looking at him. "No" Jack replied "I don't know" he mused "I guess no one person has ever struck me like that". Oliver chuckled and kissed Jack on his cheek "I think Mark has more than done that but you don't know it". Jack shook his head "No" he replied too quickly "I mean I like Mark he is funny and gets me but he is in love with Luca". Oliver shrugged his shoulders and Savio laughed, Jack was feeling exhausted and emotionally drained from his day. Deciding on having a quick swim to let heir bodies cool down then they would have an early night. Luca smiled when Tony finally arrived after the flight being delayed, a real sense of happiness washed over Luca having him around. He was after all the person who helped Luca come to terms with everything in his life. Making no secret in telling Luca that his parents had asked him to keep watch and report back on how their son was really doing. Just after 10pm they arrived at the villa, Mark hearing the car pulling up ran out in to the arms of Tony almost knocking him over. Tony had resolved that he would fight against any urge to bed either of them, he was loosing the battle fast but managed to restrain himself for now. They spent an hour sat outside catching up, Tony talked about his latest fling with a guy he met that just fizzled out primarily due to his lack of interest and was glad to get away for a couple of weeks. The phone alarm woke Tony from his deep sleep, sitting on the edge of the bed he could see the sun beginning to appear over the hills and walked out on to his balcony. Amazingly he looked left and right 'wow' he quietly said to himself, the rolling hills covered in vineyards and orchards stretched to the distant where a light mist was lifting off the hills. He had never seen such a spectacular landscape before his eyes. His thought disrupted by a knock at the door and Mark walking in with coffee. "Morning, this place is amazing" he said thanking Mark for his coffee and gazing out at the scenery. Mark joined him "Best decision I ever made, that and Luca" he said resting his head on Tony's shoulder. Tony put his arm around him "Still in love then?" he asked. "Of course" Mark replied running his hand over the tattoos on Tony's body. Tony kissed his head "Luca up yet?" he asked and Mark pointed over to the terrace. "Marzi and he are getting breakfast ready" Mark replied "by the way we only wear shorts and t-shirt here". Tony chuckled "Be down in a minute" he said watching Mark disappear. Mark turned "We are being picked up at 9.30am" he called back and left the room. On schedule Nico and Johan arrived to pick the three of them up, Johan chuckled in the background knowing that the appearance and look of Tony was just up Nico's street, rugged but attractive and most likely a wild night in bed he thought chuckling as Nico seemed to go to jelly all flustered and flirty. Luca called out his uncle and told him to stop it, Tony on the other hand found it amusing not seeing this since he met Mark. During the drive Johan and Tony chatted about latest advances in emotional therapy boring the hell out of the others. Tony was given the grand tour of the family vineyard and learnt how to harvest the grapes. Johan walked down the road to meet Jack and spend an hour with him. Oliver and Savio arrived and introduced to Tony, a little frost seemed to run through the air when Tony shook Oliver's hand. He knew all about Oliver and his friends, the group responsible for Luca's infection. No matter how he tried he just couldn't brush it over, he would tolerate him for Luca's sake but draw the line there. Nico received a text from Johan explaining that Jack needed a time out, Oliver confided with Nico that around 3am Jack was in a state. Cheerily he informed Nico that two of friends were flying in tomorrow for a week and happily he would get them working, he expressed real thanks for Johan being here to help Jack. Savio was in a very happy mood despite being half asleep, he was looking forward to seeing Brad and James. In all the hastily made arrangement Oliver had omitted to tell Luca and he was obviously busy with Tony, Oliver watched Tony diligently since receiving a very cool greeting from him. He knew all about Tony and was now considering weather he knew about his own involvement on the cruise. Sometimes he could brush it off but it was really grating on him the more he thought about it, he delved head first finding somewhere away from Luca, Mark and Tony when they started work. Nico brought the guys some water over mostly to see Tony "How is it going?" he asked handing them bottles. Luca stood up and waved his pruning scissors at Nico "Stop playing games" he chuckled. Mark poked his head up "Where is Jack this morning?" he asked. Nico looked towards Cerbaia "With Johan, bad night" he replied "he is taking some time out with him today". "And what is with Olly this morning?" Mark asked worried about him "he seems a little distant today". Luca looked at Nico "Probably Jack on his mind but he has friends arriving tomorrow" Nico replied. "Oh, who?" Luca asked standing up noticing Tony was now looking with furrowed eyebrows. Nico started picking grapes "He didn't say who it was just friends of his, Savio seems to know them". Luca knew it was going to be two of Oliver's friends from New York and was beginning to worry about Tony's weird reaction, from what he had divulged to Tony he would easily put things together in his logical head. Mark spent most of the morning like Nico looking at Tony's body since he had disregarded his t-shirt to get some colour on his skin, they spent 10 minutes arguing who should put sun screen on his back before Tony intervened and asked Luca to do it shutting them both up. At lunch Savio got on well with Tony, his intrigue was clearly taken by his flat mohican more than anything and joking to Oliver that he might try the hairstyle. Savio was astute enough to notice a small but distinct distance between Oliver and Tony, after all he knew that Tony knew Luca better than Oliver. During the afternoon Savio waited until Tony was carrying his full basket to the end of the vine row and collect an empty one, asking if Tony fancied a five minute break to get a cold drink they walked up the shaded terrace and grabbed a soda each. "Is you enjoying it here?" Savio asked taking a sip of his drink and wiping his face. Tony glanced at him "Yes, I miss having Luca around for coffee mornings" he said smiling. "Why you no like Oliver?" Savio asked looking at him. Tony looked across the vineyard "I don't really know him that well". Savio cocked his head to the side "That not it" he replied "something you don't like". Tony chuckled "I can't help thinking that he was responsible somehow" he replied in an evasive manner. Savio laughed and slapped Tony's ass "You need to get over it whatever bother you" he said. Tony stood quiet for a moment "I have great affection and protection for Luca". Savio nodded "I see you do" he said "but Oliver didn't do it to him". Tony looked at him in surprise "Did he tell you who it was?" he asked Savio. Savio smiled "Could have been the masseur or one of Oliver's friends" he said watching Tony. "Luca is happy look at him" Savio explained "some things happen and have a good end, Mark for example". Tony nodded "Come on back to work I think you have reasoned enough" he said smiling. Savio walked with him "Just give Oliver a chance, if not for me then for Luca". By the end of the day everyone was exhausted having worked until just after 7pm, the harvest was going well and spirits were high all around laughing and joking as they headed up to the family home. Amelia announced they were preparing dinner for all the family and told Nico to let Johan and Jack know to join them. Walking along the road Jack was feeling much more like his old self, spending the day with Johan walking and talking had allowed him to open up so much more. He felt a little jealousy towards his brother finding someone he loved and who loved him back, it had played on his mind a lot since Savio came to San Diego. Just spending the time with Johan who was incredibly masculine and the last person you would expect to be gay, Jack had enjoyed listening to Johan talk about Nico and why he loved him. He was surprised to learn that Nico had made Johan chase him before even agreeing to a date, they laughed so much over this that Jack commented that he would have just jumped in to bed with him. Johan put his arm around Jack's shoulder replying that if he ever wanted to he only had to ask, despite their laughter Jack knew he was being serious. They arrived at the family home hearing the noise coming from the pool terrace at the rear making their way round. The sun had set behind the hills and high above them the moon was already shining bright in the sky. Their appearance on the terrace was greeted with a loud cheer. Everyone had their tops off enjoying the cooling breeze, some sat at the pool edge dangling their feet in. Mark a little red from the sun in patches where he missed with the sun cream was being taunted by the strange tall tattooed figure putting after sun on his chest. Jack overcome by the warm reception he received from Amelia and Lorenzo kissing him on both cheeks, it was like he had been welcomed as family. Jack caught sight of him, he stood out like a sore thumb against all the others, his attractive features, funny haircut and tattoos seemed to really hit Jack. Johan walked straight over and kissed Tony on each cheek followed by Mark then introduced him to Jack, Oliver's brother. Tony stood looking at him for a moment before shaking his hand being polite. He turned his attention back to a whinging Mark and began applying more after sun. Discreetly Mark's hand roamed down to his shorts and whispered 'Your hard and I know why'. Tony looked him in the eye and said nothing. Jack took up position next to Oliver and Tony could clearly see the family resemblance. Jack took his t-shirt off and settled back in a very chilled out manner. Tony admired the compact body and random tattoos on Jack looking over Mark's shoulder at him. He hadn't noticed that Jack was staring at him whilst talking with Oliver, doing his best not to be caught out by either Tony or anyone else come to that. The long table was packed with family, Lorenzo and Amelia playing great hosts, the food and wine flowing freely, the talking loud and full of happiness. Nico and Johan staying overnight at the family home, Oliver invited Luca, Mark and Tony to stay over at Cerbaia. Despite his reservations Tony had not option but to agree and thank Oliver. At the house they all sat outside drinking fresh coffee that Oliver was now getting adept at making after Savio taught him the correct way. Tony found out by accident that Jack was gay for pay lost a little interest him. Jack excusing himself to use the bathroom headed indoors, Oliver went in to make more coffee asking Tony to help who followed him in to the kitchen. Jack returning could hear voices in the kitchen and stood out of the way listening to his brother and Tony. "You don't like me do you?" Oliver said grinding beans. Tony leaned back against the counter "I don't hate you Oliver but just want to know why?". Oliver looked at him "Did you single him out deliberately on the ship?" Tony asked. "Initially" Oliver said pausing "we didn't know if he was gay and my friend and I took a bet". Tony shook his head "Was it you?" he asked "did you poz him?" he stared at Oliver. "No" Oliver replied heating the water "why does it bother you?" he now asked looking at Tony. "I had to pick up the pieces, he was quite a mess at the clinic" Tony replied "I want to know who it was". Oliver was not intimidated him "I don't know he fucked around with a few people including my friends". "Are they all detectable?" Tony asked carefully watching Oliver's reaction. Oliver nodded "Yes" he replied turning the water off "Tony I tried to stop them after I..." he trailed off. "You fell for him didn't you?" Tony asked as Oliver wiped his eye and nodded. "Big time" Oliver replied looking down at the coffee pot "I wanted him so badly it still hurts now". Tony smiled "I know what you mean Oliver" he said "Luca is so adorable and sexy". Oliver poured the water on the coffee grinds "He only has eyes for Mark" he said sighing. "Luca has been in love with Mark for a few years, and you have Savio" Tony said moving towards Oliver. Oliver looked at him "I know, as mad as he is" he chuckled "he just gets me and I am crazy for him". Tony nodded "I know how protective you are of Luca and he means a lot to me" Oliver said. Tony shook hands with Oliver "Forgiving may take some time Oliver" he said taking the coffee pot. Oliver nodded and watched Tony walk outside and cleaned up "Is it true?" Jack asked walking in. Oliver turned looking shocked "Jack" he exclaimed. "How the fuck could you do such a thing?" Jack asked angrily "All your moral high ground". "Jack listen to me" Oliver tried to explain. Jack cut him off "Save it Olly, I might have my faults but that, seriously!" he stormed off outside. Oliver stood there hurt and upset by his brothers reaction and clearly worried what he was going to say to the others. He walked outside in to the moonlight and looked down at the lower terrace, everything seemed normal except Jack who took his coffee and sat on the edge of the terrace overlooking the vineyards framed by the moonlight. Jack sat there in peace regretting the outburst on his brother, he had shown nothing by kindness to him. Did he react to badly he solemnly thought sitting there looking in to the darkness at the vineyard and sipping his coffee. For the first time in as long as he can remember there was a clarity in his head that prevailed along with a sense of loneliness. Seeing how happy everyone looked he needed to look at his life and try to figure out what or who he was attracted to. Turning tricks with men was easy money, the more he thought about it he realised he hadn't disliked it, sometimes it had been even better than the women he had sex with or tried dating. It seemed so uncomplicated when he looked at his brother and Savio or Luca and Mark, even Nico and Johan were so casual and laid back about how happy they were together. Oliver joined them at the table and openly explained to Tony that Jack had overheard the conversation. Luca put his hand on Oliver's reminding him that it was he who put himself out to get sex on the ship. Oliver stood and walked over to Jack and sat beside him. "I'm sorry" Jack said turning his head to look at Oliver. Oliver looked down "We both have our faults, mine was a game, a headspace thing after I got it". "You seem alright now" Jack remarked "so you never got Luca in bed?" he asked. Oliver chuckled "No" he replied pausing "what about you Jack, what are you after in life?". Jack laughed "What life?" he questioned himself then looked at Oliver "do you think I am gay?". Oliver looked at him in surprise "Jack I don't even know how to answer that" he replied half smiling. "I enjoyed being in bed with Savio and you" Jack said quietly "I know nothing happened but it was nice". Oliver chuckled and put his arm around Jack's shoulder "That is something only you know Jack". Jack laid on his back pulling Oliver down with him "A world away from home" he said looking up at the moon. "Are you enjoying being here?" Oliver asked. Jack smiled "I am, people have been so nice to me" he replied "I like Johan as well, he is so funny". Oliver chuckled "He is a hell of a dude" he said smiling and glancing at Jack "you can stay as long as you like". "Thanks bro" Jack replied punching his arm "I guess you don't regret moving here?" he asked. Oliver smiled "Best decision I ever made moving here" he replied sounding smitten. "Will you ever go back?" Jack asked turning his head seeing Oliver's face bathed in moonlight. "I expect so but not to live unless Savio get's bored here" Oliver said "speaking of which". Savio stood over them smiling "Harvest moon" he said nodding up "always bright this time of year". "We go to bed now" Savio said holding his hands out to them both. They stood up and saw Luca and Mark heading indoors, Tony was sat at the pool looking like he was half debating to himself weather to go in. Savio watched Jack's eyes that were fixed on Tony. "You should swim with Tony" Savio said nudging Jack in Tony's direction. "No" Jack replied quietly giggling and embarrassed. "Jack swim with you Tony" Savio called out and pushed forward in even more. Tony looked up and laughed "Come on Jack" he called out taking his t-shirt and shorts off. Oliver whistled "You kept that hidden well enough" he said nodding to the packet in Tony's underwear. Savio chuckled and winked at Tony "Is big no". Jack suddenly realised he stood alone noticing Savio and Oliver walking off laughing. Shrugging his shoulders he cautiously made his way over to Tony and took his top and shorts off. Tony made no secret that he was looking at Jack's body smirking, Jack stood there almost showing off his body making no attempt to stop Tony looking. Oliver glanced over his shoulder smiling and took Savio's hand 'I desperately want to marry you' he said kissing him 'You will' Savio replied dragging Oliver up the stairs grinning. The silence outside broken by a solitary cricket seeking a mate.

2. Jimmy woke up early the next day. Most of the morning was spent looking at casting calls, and figuring out the best ones for him. He also made a few calls to agents, but every time, the receptionist told him that the agent wasn't taking new clients. Then, it was time to find some food before his appointment at three for the lease on the studio. This time, the superintendent forced him to kneel, his back against the wall as the older man forced his cock down Jimmy's throat. Jimmy still gagged on the thick rod, but reminded himself that even with the regular throat-fucking, it was still an amazing deal. That evening, Jimmy went out to his first gay bar. The description online said that it was preppy and sporty. He had gotten a fake ID several months earlier, planning for the move, but he hadn't had a chance to test it. His hometown was small enough that everyone knew he was only eighteen. The bouncer spent a lot more time staring at the tuft of chest hair sticking out of his shirt than Jimmy's ID, before waving him in. Jimmy took a moment to look around. There wasn't a single woman to be seen, and the video screens scattered around the bar were showing a slide show of naked men. He was scared and excited, wondering what possibilities the night held. He tried to be as nonchalant as possible as he approached the bar, and ordered a beer. "What do you want?" the bartender asked. He was a short, skinny guy, with a day's worth of stubble, and an infectious smile. He must have picked up on Jimmy's innocence, because he continued. "Special today is Blue Moon. $4 a pint." "I'll take that." "Most guys like it with a slice of orange. You?" "Sure," Jimmy said. He handed over a ten dollar bill, and took the change. He was about to retreat to a safe corner, when the man sitting at the bar next to him turned and spoke. "New here?" he asked. "Yeah," Jimmy stammered. He looked at the man. He looked to be in his early thirties, with thick brown hair, a dense yet well-trimmed beard, and under a tight white t-shirt, what looked to be a good body. "Welcome. I'm Josh." "Jimmy," Jimmy said. "Well, welcome to LA, Jimmy. This calls for a celebration." He turned the bartender and ordered tequila shots; the bartender poured one for himself as well. The three men quickly knocked back the shot; Jimmy tried his best not to cough. Jimmy and Josh talked for a few minutes. Josh mentioned he had some weed back at his place; and asked if Jimmy wanted to get high. "Sure," Jimmy said. "Where do you live?" "Just around the corner," Josh said. "Come on," he said. Josh quickly settled up his tab, as the bartender smirked at Jimmy. Josh was right; he lived in a giant apartment less than a five minute walk away. Josh grabbed a bong already filled with weed, and took the boy out to the balcony. The men took a few hits off the bong, watching the airplanes circle downtown on final approach to LAX. Finally, Josh spoke. "Jimmy. Is that short for something?" "James," Jimmy said. "Much better," Josh said. "Jimmy is the middle school kid in Nebraska. Jimmy is the kid that plays soccer, and everyone knows is queer." Josh was standing behind Jimmy now, close enough that Jimmy could feel his body heat. "Jimmy is going to be eaten alive by LA." "But," Jimmy asked. "What do I do?" "A new name. Everyone does it." Josh whispered into Jimmy's ear. "James is a good name." Jimmy could smell Josh's body. It was sweet and sweaty, and his cock was hard. "James is a fresh face from the heartland. Ready for a leading role." "James," Jimmy said. In his mind, it was the name his Mom called him when he was bad. Josh spun him around, so they were facing, and kissed him. "Hello, James," Josh said, when they finally broke off the kiss. "You're a sexy man." "Thanks, uh, you too," James said, trying to take everything in. "So, James," Josh asked, grabbing his ass. "Did you play soccer?" "Yeah." "And did everyone think you were queer?" "Yeah." "You had to suck off the quarterback?" "Yeah." "Fuck yeah," Josh said. He had unzipped his jeans, and pushed them down. "Show me how you took care of him." Josh's cock was already erect. James slid down to his knees, then stared at the shaft in front of him. "Come on. Show me how good you suck." James opened his mouth, and took the head in. "You can do more than that," Josh said. "Give me your best blow job." James went partially down the shaft. Back home, Eric's cock had been thicker and larger. But the last time had been a month ago; Eric had once more decided what they did was sinful, and Jesus would save him. It was good to taste dick again. James reached down for his cock, but Josh pushed his hand away. "Not yet," he said. "I want to enjoy this." Josh held on to the arm, reminding James of his job here. "Get me off first," he said. James worked his way down the length of Josh's cock. It wasn't as big as the superintendent's dick, so he didn't gag. But it was close; the shaft was like a steel rod poking at his throat. "Fuck yeah," Josh said, grabbing the back of James's head and holding the boy in place. "Let me down your throat." James did his best to relax. He knew that gagging would be the wrong move here. Eventually, he found a comfortable angle that allowed him to swallow the full length of Josh's cock. He moaned in pleasure; it was the best he could do with a dick down his throat. "That's it James," Josh said. He let go of his arms, but reminded the man on his knees of the rules. "Remember to focus on me. I'm almost there." Josh started thrusting his cock deep into James's throat, feeling the wet, velvety softness massage him to release. "Gahhh," James said, trying to take Josh's forceful strokes. "Ugggh," he said, nearly choking on the dominant man's cock. Luckily, only took Josh a few minutes before he shot a thick load. He made sure that the boy swallowed every drop, before finally pulling out. "Fuck yeah," Josh said. "You're an amazing cocksucker." Just like the superintendent, he wiped his cock off on James's stubble. "That quarterback was a lucky guy." James reached down for his cock. Even gasping for air, he was turned on, the way that Josh had just used him. Josh conspicuously checked his phone, his cock still nestled in James's mouth. "Fuck," he said. "I didn't know it was so late."

I stopped by a rest area on my way back from a long weekend and got bred from an older guy with a big dick. He was not much to look at but I love big dick so he bred me in the woods. It was a nice big load that I still have in me as I type this.

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?

LOL...GOOD times!Remember the flickering film and terrible music,always having to feed that damn machine more quarters or tokens.Each booth had a projector and a couple film options....used to always find the gay films in the rear booth in the darlest part of the arcade.Turning the sound WAY up to advertise....leaving the door open a crack so guys could see and come in if they wanted to cum.Sticky cum stained floors.Smell of cigarrettes cum,poppers and bleach.Getting handsfull of free tokens from the guy running the place because he thought having a slim 20 year old blonde twink hanging around was good for business.Sharing a joint in the bathroom with a guy and blowing the smoke out thru the ventfan.Gloryholes between booths so bashful men could get off too.great times,:)

It didn't take long for me to doze off but I was careful to shift most of my weight from Jake as I did, leaving just my thigh laid across his groin in a clear sign of ownership. He too drifted off and we both slept until morning. As the light woke me, it seemed that some of the intensity from last night seemed to have left but, we were both still naked in Jake's bed and I couldn't help but notice that the skinny little runt was humping my thigh in his half awake state. Cheeky little fuck! I lifted my arm and bent over Jakey, enveloping his face in my hairy pit, letting my scent cover him and fill his lungs. He was soon fully awake and relishing his position so I decided to move things on a little, pushing his head lower, towards my groin. He soon got the message and wasted no time in taking my whole soft cock into his mouth. My hands on the back of his head, I rolled us over, as my cock hardened, unrolling down his previously stretched throat. Slowly at first, a trickle of my rich man piss emerged into his throat, flowing on into his stomach. I piss like a bull in the morning and Jake clocked quickly what was happening despite not really tasting my waste. "You've had my protein, runt, time for a drink". Given our relative sizes it was inevitable that a full bladder would be a challenge for Jake and, indeed, looking behind me, I could see his normally concave tummy swelling up as I piss-impregnated him I kept going until I was done, and then spent a relaxed 30 minutes humping his throat to ease my overnight ball load out, this time dragging my cock head into his mouth to allow him the pleasure of tasting my alpha seed

I'm vesratile... so I guess I can answer from both angles (so to speak). For me? It's about the connection. I love verbal talk and dirty talk on a good day. Some guys don't take to it very well, so, I back off. Whether I'm topping or bottoming. But the guys that DO appear to enjoy it? Let's do it!!! When I am topping a guy, I only fuck raw. As some others have already stated - if I met you on BBRT or BZ or any other site where I say I fuck raw - don't be surprised when I don't suit up. In fact, when I'm fucking I start talking to the bottom and asking him questions.... none of this 'is it good baby' shit.... I ask him if he can feel me swell my head up in his hole? Does he like it when I open his second hole? I tell him I haven't decided where I will shoot my load... on the outside of his hole or inside his hole or right up deep in his second ring. Usually the bottom starts talking back - if he is into that kinda thing. Then the game is on. And I mix up asking him questions with telling him what I am going to do TO him. I find that most bottoms are happy to hear my teasing them about where they will get my seed... or telling them to GRIP my cock with their hole and squeeze it... almost ALL do it!!! So, the entire conversation about cumming and breeding and dirty talk is all underway. A couple of folks have suggested making sure that is clear right up front. When I am getting fucked, I squeeze and grip the guy's cock as it slides in/out. Seeing which methods get the groans of appreciation. Then I will ask him if he can feel my ass ring squeezing his cock? Most will start answering right away. Then it is a little banter to see if the top is into this kind of talk... (in my experience a LOT enjoy this play). If he is not into it, then I just tell him what his cock feels like in my guts, and when he bottoms out, I tell him I can 'feel that'... etc. That also seems to turn guys on a lot. I certainly don't like going on and on about do it man, or shoot it now man etc... I agree that this is no fun at all... almost 'performance pressure'. I've also noticed that when I hookup for a quick pump-and-dump - the other guy is usually horny and in a piggy mood and willing to talk back/forth while pounding in a load to my hole or taking mine in their hole. It's all about the connection for me....

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."

This is my first post. I am a young, healthy, muscular, blond athlete jock boy living in South Florida. White collar pro by day, but a secret need and a want to take anonymous loads all the time. For my birthday this year i decided to go to NYC. I had posted on BBRT beforehand (blondjockboi) to find a host to whore me out while I was going to be there. I had been whored out once before in LA by the famous Master Jerry the previous summer for LA Pride as his "pride cumdump" where I was blindfolded, ass up taking every load he sent to me at the Dunes Inn motel. I didn't know if I would meet Master Jerry, just that my role was to be ass up taking loads. I ended up with 38, but kind of lost count half way through. Master Jerry surprised me by showing up at the end with a young friend, and giving me my very last load. 38 was the number on my back at the end of the night. Within a few hours of posting on BBRT for NYC I got a message from a man called Dmitiri in NYC. He claimed to be the Master Jerry of NYC, so I thought great - I will definitely get a lot of loads. I was instantly attracted to Dmitiri because he was so pervy. He was only interested in getting me as many loads as possible. He had also been coordinating with another boy coming to NYC from Albany (a super cute twink EMT), and set up a hotel room for us in Midtown. The plan was that the twink EMT would take loads the night before, and I would come in the morning and replace him, taking loads all day. Sort of a marathon of cumdumps available for all these horny men on Dmitri's list. When I walked into the hotel room, it was about 8am and the smell of cum was overwhelming. The boy was laying on his stomach the bed, with cum just drizzling out of his boy pussy all over the sheets. I stripped down and hopped in bed with him, we were making out for a bit and I was fingering his cummy hole - about that time a super hot daddy walked in. I told the boy you take it, and I'll take over after. He said it was his 41st load. The boy played on top of me, and as we were making out the daddy climbed on top of him and shoved his massive hairy cock in. I could hear the cum splooge out of his hole with this massive cock penetrating this pussy. All three of us were making out, and the daddy bit my lip and came inside of him. As he pulled out, I could see a long stream of cum falling from his dick, I rolled over and gobbled it off. As the daddy cleaned up, the boy hopped in the shower, and before you knew it I was alone. I tied my blindfold on, and waited. Within 5 or 10 min the door opened and I could hear 3 or 4 voices coming in. I knew I was going to be used, and filled up with all of this hot anonymous cum. One thing I like when getting fucked is reach underneath and feel the balls of the guy who is breeding me. Every guy was different. One was shaved smooth, one was stubbly, and one was fully hairy. To my surprise the hairy balls slapping my ass turned me on so much, I came hands-free when getting fucked by guy 3. Everything after that is a blur. It was guy after guy, grunting, sweating, whispering in my ear, cumming in my ass. Tongue after tongue, finger after finger, cock after cock. I was taking so many loads, I wondered how long I had been going. I got a quick break, and checked my phone. I had been going 4 hours, and Dmitri had texted me. "You doing okay?" "I'm not going to stop sending guys". I told him to keep going. The next time I took off my blindfold the sun was going down. I had taken 61 loads in 9 hours. I was a cummy mess. Dried cum all over my face, my back, cum oozing out of my pussy. I checked my phone and told Dmitri that I was happy, and had to get ready to meet friends for my Birthday Dinner. 10 minutes later, another twink came in the room, and said he was replacing me. Dmitri had set up a 3rd boy to take loads that evening/night. The twink was super cute, and told me he played Peter Pan on Broadway. I knew I needed to cum again after being fucked all day, so i bent him over, and gave him his first load. As I was finishing the trail of guys started coming in to breed him. I kissed him on the lips as I was leaving - and told him to have fun. 🙂 Dmitri was awesome, and said the feed back from the men was great! He would happily whore me out again when I get to NYC. In the meantime, I would love to find a super pervy partner who would be interested in traveling around and whoring me out to every dick of his choosing. I'm even up for moving to you if the situation is right. 🙂

For several months my BF's asshole-redneck-married-brother has been fucking me. My BF and the redneck's wife have no clue! The guy is a real jerk, but damn he is a hot fucker and his cock is a long-ass-one. I can't get enough. When we started fucking around he insisted that I shave my arse (or my pussy as he refers it). Whatever he wants I do. He also had me shave off my facial hair: he is clean shaven and insisted I do the same, so off went my 15 year old beard. So I have been keeping my man-pussy smooth as a baby's bottom ever since for him. He is the top and in charge of my hole. He is very hairy and dominate. He is tall, has a redneck beer gut body. I am on the shorter side, lean and defined. Three days ago he demanded I shave my whole body. I resisted that demand: boy did I pay for insubordination! He grabbed me, literally ripped my clothes off, tied me up to his back porch and took out his clippers, trimmers and razor and proceeded to shave me from the neck down! After that we had the hottest fucking sex of my life. He fucked and bred my ass three times that day. Now that I am totally smooth, I am digging it! His hairy body on top of my smooth on is one of the greatest sensations I have every known. I am trying to get used to the idea of being a total smooth pussy boy. It is shocking to look at myself in the mirror. My BF asked what the hell I did to myself. I told him I wanted a new look-LOL! Of course now I have to deal with stubble, so yesterday I went to a salon for waxing. Now I feel really smooth and ready for my date-rape with him this afternoon!

Made arrangements to meet my friend who bred me in the apartment stairwell a few weeks ago. We were headed back to the same stairwell again when I tried the knob on a storage room and presto! It opened. The lights were off, so I reached in and flipped the switch, and it was empty. We slipped inside, locked the door, and stripped down. I found an old tarp, spread it out, and got down on all 4's. He crouched behind me and slathered some lube on my hole and his cock. Without a word, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole and it greedily opened up. He slid inside, balls deep, grabbed my hips and pounded away. Within a few minutes, his grip tightened and his pace quickened. I tightened my hole just in time to feel his cock spasming as it shot his huge load deep in my guts. Spent and sweating, he pulled out. We cleaned up using some paper towel I had brought, and we went our separate ways. Shortly after I returned home, I got a ping on Grindr. This was a BBC top who has been after me to meet for several months, but we either can't make the time work, or we haven't had a spot. He lives about 10 miles away, but it's a tough 10 miles of highway, bridges, and back roads that can take a half hour to traverse. Luckily, this morning I had an excuse to get out his way. We met at what turned out to be an old-school cruising spot in a park near his place. A small parking area led to a path into the woods. As I parked, I saw him off in the distance, already walking up the trail. He waved me on, and I scrambled to join him. He stayed ahead of me, leading the way. At a point on the trail, he turned and walked through some brush. Following him, I realized that the brush hid a side path. We walked a little further, and the path opened into a small clearing. It was warm and dry, and he stood in the sun and took out a massive slab of manmeat, punctuated by a thick metal cock ring around the base. He took out a small brown bottle - it's been so long!!! - and gave it to me. Inhaling like a man who's been saved from drowning, I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. It began hardening instantly, growing in my mouth until it was all I could do to force it down my hungry throat. He had been impatient for my hole, I could tell. As soon as he was hard, he pulled out a bottle of lube. Pushing me gently back, he greased up his shaft. I took the hint and undid my pants, spinning around on the ground and getting into the familiar all 4's position. He knelt behind me on the grass, and after some teasing he eased that missile into my already well-fucked hole. My friend's spunk provided some of the lubricant as it opened hungrily again and swallowed his shaft to the hilt. He took his time, enjoying the sensation of my sloppy hole on his cock. At last, I heard him whisper, "I'm cumming." I squeezed my sphincter on his shaft and felt the pulsations as he seeded me with my second load of the day. This time, as he withdrew I was able to spin around, taking his cock in my mouth and cleaning off the two loads and ass juices that coated it. He gasped a little from the sensitivity, then wiped himself off. I stood, checked for telltale grass stains and made myself presentable. We walked out together, and without another word, got in our cars and went our separate ways. I don't check my phone while driving, but when I got home, there was a message from him telling me he can't wait to use my holes again. The feeling is mutual!

I'd say that "exact" is overkill, but in the same general range is probably advisable. Drugs that are intended to be taken once daily do not suddenly leave your system 24 hours after taking them; they're gradually cleared from your body via various systems - your kidneys, your liver, etc. - and it takes a while to do so. Unless a particular drug is so toxic (think: chemotherapy) that taking it too soon after a prior dose may cause serious complications, then the "once a day" mantra doesn't mean exactly 24 hours between doses. That said, it's probably wise to take them as close as possible to the same time, so that the level of the drug is maintained in your system for a long-enough period to accomplish its goal. An hour or two isn't likely to be an issue. A full day later could well be. The reason PEP doesn't likely work as well as PrEP, of course, is that with PrEP you are building up a more-or-less constant level of the medication in your system on an ongoing basis, so that you already have a solid defense by the time HIV attempts to infiltrate your body's systems. PEP is more of a race against time to build up that defense before HIV gets embedded so deeply it's not removable. But I'd think the biggest point of worry would be in the period between exposure and beginning PEP; the longer that period is, the less likely it is to fully succeed. So the sooner your start, and if you keep at it for the first few days, exact timeliness would be less of a worry the more days that pass after exposure.

I finally broke down and got used yesterday. Four months. I felt so good... and so empty today. I'm now self quarantining for two weeks to make sure I didn't get anything. This is all so frustrating.

After two and half months of qurantine and nothing but poppers, weed, butt toys, and my fuck machine, I finally broke quarantine and had FB come over and stay the night. We had vented each other. He knew I had no exposure to anyone and since he was Poz and his roommates had reasons to be high risk, I knew he was covid free. He came over and we got high....put on a never ending stream of Treasure Island Media porn...starting with Dawson...We proceeded to fuck like rabbits...I had all my toys out and he proceeded to also play with my ass. He then proceeded to fist me several times through the evening as well and after several fisting experiences that evening he was able to get to his elbow! He is into piss play as well and I swallowed that piss like I had been in a desert....I was really flying then with all that pot piss....We ended with him adding another load of cum in my ass and passing out... We had such a great time.....I think with venting and making informed decisions, you can have an occasional fucking. Just be smart and have a great time. I know I did and I don't feel guilty. I'll continue to qurantine and we plan on another session after a few months. Now back to my poppers and sticking my Square Peg hand and fist up my second sphincter!

I went to a bathhouse a while back and started chatting with one of the worker cleaning. We talked about all the things he finds in the trash can and I asked about used condoms. He said that he find a lot of them and that guys ask for them. He offered some to me and I was so excited. I took them home and kept them in the freezer. Once I combined them all into one load and got my ass really cummy. It has turned into a little Fetish to use them. Anyone else got stories about used condoms filled with loads?

I went to the bathhouse one afternoon and was getting sucked off by this guy though the gloryhole. He was tall, dark skinned and really skinny, he asked me back to his room and said yes. Once there he had 3 used condoms lined up on the side table filled with other guys cum who didn't want to bareback him. Being the good pig I am, I asked if I could use them to lube him up and he was very eager for that. I used up 2 of loads in the condoms and added 2 of mine:) An great afternoon of skipping work to breed.

I had a similar experience to bbfarm. I was a very sheltered child, but when I was walking my dog one day and found a used condom a few blocks from my house in the suburbs I lnew exactly what it was and obviously now know exactly what that meant for me. I wanted that cum. I wanted it inside me. I found a stick and played with the condom. It was still wet, and I assume still warm. I pushed the cum out, and I was so desperately excited I wanted to pick it up and shove it in my mouth. Eventually someone came along, so I kicked it away and kept on walking. I wished I could have gone back outside later to find it and do what I wanted. As for now, when I take loads and a guy wants to use a condom, I let him but I keep the condom. When he goes I tie it off, cut open the tip, and squirt the cum into me like frosting on a cake. Sometimes I pour it into my mouth. Maybe next time I’ll just put the whole thing in my mouth like I wanted to as a child.

I always piss after inserting my dick into several holes. I learned that trick long ago from the STD clinics in NYC. I also dip my dick into a cup of soap or Listerene when I am at the club. Wash and piss after every few fucks.

To answer the first part: [think before following links] https://projects.propublica.org/graphics/lgbtq-rights-rollback To answer the second part: President Obama made the decision, when cases on same-sex marriage reached the US Supreme Court, not to defend the Defense of Marriage Act. When it came to states seeking to uphold their discriminatory same-sex marriage bans, not only did Obama refuse to have his Justice Dept. support those states, he encouraged the suits to go forward and celebrated the victory when it was won. He pushed through an end to "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." He paved the way for transgender servicepersons to continue serving. And while it's not specifically "gay", his passage of the Affordable Care Act meant that, for the first time, insurers couldn't discriminate against people with pre-existing conditions for individual insurance policies. Before the ACA, if you were HIV-positive, and you didn't get insurance through your employer, you were almost certainly out of luck for getting coverage anywhere except (possibly) a state-run high-risk pool, which was guaranteed to be enormously expensive. For the first time, insurers had to consider your health just as important to cover as anyone else. If you're not in the individual insurance market, or you're not HIV-positive, you probably can't begin to understand what a gamechanger that was. More: While ENDA has not yet become law, if and when it does, it'll be because Democrats pushed it hard for years, not because any Republican has EVER lifted a finger to try to get it passed. And of course, if you bother to read the list of anti-LGBT actions the Trump administration has taken (linked above), you'll see that virtually everything he's UN-doing is something done in a previous Democratic administration (under Obama, for the most part). Care to try again?

Broke sexual distancing Friday with a FB who'd been contacting me since isolation started. i figured it's time to ease back into safer whordom. Neither of us had fucked since around the first week of March, so while i'm sure He didn't have a couple of months of cum in Him, we both had a couple of months of need and desire. i'm pretty open from lots of use, and He loves sloppy, so i put in lot of lube and thought i was pretty open, but i let out a cry when He just shoved in, i guess i wasn't as open as i thought. We both made quite a bit of noise, i had my window open and wonder if the neighbors could hear? When He came, He came hard, shoving in deep next to my heart and i raised up and pushed back into Him just as hard, squeezing and milking His sweet cock with my inner muscles. He never texts me after, just disappears till next time. But this time He texted me "Came so hard my legs are like jello."

Hi, I used to volunteeer and work for the leasing sexual health clinic in Canada in Toronto, this is fairy common, as the other guys who have commented, best thing to do is take a piss right after sex and when you feel that one of the best test we do at the clinic I learn is peeing into a small clear container and see if there are any " floaters".

Yep. Troll. The shrillness of its cries indicates a juvenile of the species. Because they support an orange fascist racist slimeball moron. Make sure you point out the irony of him trying to un-white himself. Or just: Because they support a “fascist, loofa-faced shitgibbon”. Still, to my mind, the internet-winning description.

PART 9: PASSING TIME WITH THE JOCK DOWNSTAIRS My wrestling company hadn’t held an event since back around Thanksgiving, and then once the coronavirus began to flare up, I realized we’d have to wait a bit longer. But I needed to breed, and soon. Naïve, neg jock boys like Cody and Ashton made me realize that pumping my dirty virus into random boys from those online sites wasn’t what I craved anymore. No, I needed something with more … depravity, and a sense of ownership. I own a nice two-story house, which is divided into two residences. I occupy the entire top floor, and since November I’ve rented out the bottom level to a cute 22-year-old. Of course I checked him out on social media when he applied to rent the place a few months ago. I knew when I saw his social media that he was my top choice: He’s a former Division I college baseball player (and most recently a star on a local city league team), a total gym rat, and he loves to post gym selfies along with pics with random people in bars and clubs. Since moving in, through our few interactions so far, he seems to be a somewhat quiet beta male. So yes, he’s a great tenant. He let me know in late February that he was out of a job because of the coronavirus. So March 1 came along, and he wasn’t able to pay rent. My mind began to churn as I thought of ways I could take advantage of this. I asked him if he provided personal training, and he said he does from time to time. A while back I had set up a rarely-used home gym in our shared garage downstairs, so I scheduled a time to meet for our first session. I was getting things in place when he arrived, sweaty from a run on a 70-degree afternoon on a warm day in March. I sat on a weight bench as he stood in front of me, catching his breath from the jog. I asked about his situation, feigning sympathy for this sweaty, straight jock boy standing in front of me. Bryce is about 5-8, maybe 160 pounds, short blond hair, a cute hoop piercing in his eyebrow, and beautiful green eyes. His gym shorts and wet t-shirt clearly showed the tight, worked-out body he was packing. Occasionally he would lift his shirt to wipe his sweaty face, unveiling a hot set of abs and a smooth, hairless stomach. “My girlfriend lost her job, too, so we’re both in a bad situation. I don’t know what we’re gonna do,” he said, staring at the ground as I stared at his crotch. “I’ve been stressed, she’s been stressed. All we do is sit around and worry. Man, it’s so frustrating.” He shook his head, still staring at the ground, and quickly scratched his sweaty cock the way a straight boy does when he thinks nobody’s paying attention. “If we make this a regular thing, I promise you’ll have a lot less to worry about financially,” I said. Thankfully my well-paying job was secure, so I was more than able to give him free rent if I chose, and If he deserved it. But I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. We went through a few stretches to warm up, then Bryce guided me through a few simple moves using the set of free weights along the wall of the garage. After about 30 minutes of close contact and sweating, and about 10 minutes after Bryce slipped his shirt off as the heat of the day rose, I was rock-hard and already dripping poz seed. I’d been on the fence about even fucking this kid during our very first workout session, but my mind was settled now. With me on my back, and Bryce spotting me, I picked up a pair of dumbbells and lifted them a few times over my chest. Staring upward, I got a great view of Bryce from the thighs up – cute, blond hair slightly dusted his legs, his crotch jutted out slightly from his black gym shorts, and his tight abs glistened with sweat. I’d seen enough. Setting the weights down, I reached upward into his loose shorts and felt his cock. He was stunned for about 2 seconds, then jumped backward. “What the hell?” Bryce said, then kinda laughed. “Back to work. We gotta be serious, man.” “How’d you like to stop worrying so much about rent?” I asked, sitting upright to stare at him crotch-level. He stood there quietly, obviously realizing what I had in mind. He hadn’t said no so far. His look got serious quickly. “So … like … you wanna suck me off, right?” he said. I nodded yes. He paused and looked pensive. “A hundred?” he said. That’s a deal, son. But of course it would be more than a blowjob. I wasn’t interested in his dick.

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.

Totally embarrassing situation...that turned out super hot: One afternoon at Burning Man I’d taken 4 or 5 loads from different guys while in a sling. I was parched so I threw on a kilt and headed to a popular bar camp for a couple drinks. While having a drink there I started talking to this super hot str8 guy who is just my type: hairy chest & belly and a scruffy 5-day growth on his face. His ice blue eyes and occasional wafts of ripe armpit scent were mesmerizing so when he asked what I’d been up to I didn’t hesitate to say, “Taking a lot of dick, buddy”. Because radical self-expression and immediacy are part of the principles of Burning Man the vibe is very accepting there, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t freak...and he didn’t. He was a little surprised and said, “Wow, man...you like that? I mean, like, taking it?” He actually told me—several times—he thought it was cool if I ”wanted to do that” yet, at the same time, asserting that he ”can’t really relate, because as a str8 man, I’m the penetrator” This led to a pretty candid & detailed description on how much he loves being the penetrator and how hot it is to be inside a woman and etc. It was totally hot listening to him and watching him get aroused. So...I described to him how much I love being penetrated and having a hard cock inside of me. He just kept kinda shaking his head a bit and saying, “Wow!” He was so hot and I was totally hard listening to him and watching him tug on his dick. When I saw that he was hard in his shorts and caught another whiff of his ripe pits, it was too much for me. My hole gaped and a ton of cum noisily shot out of me and right down my leg. I didn’t say anything but he and I looked down at the same time and the trail of cum on my leg was obvious. He said, “Dude, is that what I think it is? You let guys cum inside you?” When I nodded yes, he gripped his dick and said, “Fuck! Women NEVER let me cum inside them!” I listened to him tell how long it had been since he’d fucked without a condom and how much he just wanted to fuck bare and shoot his load inside. I purposely looked around us to make sure he could see that nobody could hear us. “Well, buddy, I’m going back to my private RV and I’m offering if you’re interested” When he hemmed and hawed yet didn’t outright say no I looked around again, put my drink down and told him, “Nobody has to know. I’ve got my own RV and it’s nearby...and you can shoot your load in me...” as I turned and slowly walked away. He followed me to my RV. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed and he fucked me and blew his load in me. Typical of str8 guys, he had his shorts up and was out the door as soon as he came. But....2 days later he was back looking for me, telling me he’d just had a shower and was wondering if we could “do that again”. I sat him on the sofa, sucked him hard and ate his ass (another first for him) before moving to my bed to give my ass to him again. He stayed about 90 mins and shot his load in me twice. Blissful. Haven’t seen him since.

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 always thought of myself as bisexual since I had been fooling around with men since I was a teenager. I had gotten my cock sucked by older men who liked twinks and I had sucked cock in turn. I had topped older men and had my ass played with and toyed and even fucked a couple times but hadn’t really gotten into that too much. I had been to bookstores and theaters and played there but nothing really changed. That is, until I was in my late 20s and went to my first hotel party. I had seen an ad on an online message board (this was the 90s) about a hotel party only a few miles from my house. The guy hosting wanted $20 a person to cover the cost of the room and asked that everyone either get naked or strip down to just a jockstrap on arrival. I figured what the hell and I emailed the guy, got the date and time and a number to call for the room number that afternoon. It was a few days away and as horny as I was, I wanted to be primed for the party, so I didn’t jerk off or fool around, even with the girl I was seeing at the time. The day of, I went back and forth about cleaning myself out. I still wasn’t really into getting fucked, but I liked to be fingered sometimes so I figured I should. Spent some time and cleaned out real good then showered and threw on a pair of track shorts and a tshirt and sneakers for the short ride over. I arrived and parked and locked everything but my keys, a fresh bottle of poppers and a couple condoms in the glove compartment. Stuck those in my pocket and walked up to the room. I heard some music, not too loud, from inside and knocked. The door was opened by an average looking black man who was the guy hosting. He asked my name and crossed me off a little list, collected my $20 and stepped back to let me in. There were 5 or 6 guys already there, some white, some black, and one Asian guy. Everyone was naked except the Asian guy, who was in a jock. They were all just sitting around and talking and I stripped down and put my stuff, except the poppers, on the closet shelf, and joined the party. At 5’9” and 135 lbs and fairly smooth, I was still pretty much a twink, so the guys all gave me the once over with their eyes. They were all nice enough, and no one was ugly or anything, but none of them really did it for me, so I figured I’d wind up getting a blowjob or something and going home. When the play didn’t start after 20 minutes or so, I decided to slip into the jacuzzi tub on the one side of the room to relax a little. That’s where I was, enjoying the hot water and the jets, when there was another knock on the door and an absolute Adonis of a black man came into the party. He had to be 6’2” and when he stripped down, he was built and looked like he was chiseled from stone. His cock had to be 7” long soft and as thick as mine was when it was fully hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He circulated for a few minutes talking to the other guys but kept glancing over at me and I still couldn’t take my eyes off him. I don’t know what came over me, it was starting to get embarrassing. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. As I was hanging the towel on the closet door to dry, he walked over to me. I turned to face him and he stood right in front of me, maybe 6 inches away. I looked up at him and he didn’t speak, just stared into my eyes for a minute. I think I actually gulped. He put his hand on the back of my neck and head and gently pushed me down saying, “White bitches belong on their knees.” I didn’t resist him at all and when I was on my knees, he told me to kiss his cock. I kissed the head and up and down the shaft while he guided my head where he wanted it. When I got back to the head, he told me to “open my sissy cocksucking mouth” and as I did, he slid his now 9” hard cock onto my mouth. He guided my head up and down on his shaft, not quite facefucking me, but definitely in control. When I was able to get past the first 6 inches he said, “that’s a good bitch, show me what a good little faggot you are and try to take it all.” I did my best, but couldn’t get it all. He seemed pleased with my attempts, though, and moaned every time he heard me gag on his big cock. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face with it a couple times and told me to worship his black balls with my mouth. I licked them and gently sucked on them and buried my face in them, breathing in his manly smell. He kept a grip on the back of my head, still guiding me where he wanted me. Then he pushed me lower and lifted one foot up on the edge of the tub, saying, “get that tongue to work on my black ass, bitch. Eat it like it’s your last meal.” I kissed it and licked it and tried to stick my tongue in it, all while listening to him tell me what a good little faggot I was. Every time he called me a sissy or a bitch or a faggot, my hard dick would twitch with excitement and I didn’t know why. I had never acted like this and no one had ever treated me like this. He put his foot down and slipped his cock back in my mouth and started his gentle facefucking again, pushing in just enough to hear me gag a little. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out and after smacking my face with his cock 2 or 3 times, he tilted my head up to look at him and said, “Get on the bed, on your back, and show me your pretty pink pussy.” I didn’t even think to stand up. I crawled to the bed and up onto it, turned onto my back and pulled my legs back showing him my hole. He stood where he was just stroking his big cock and looking at me. It was probably only about 2 minutes, but felt like an hour. He walked over, still stroking his cock, and he grabbed a bottle of lube someone had put on the nightstand. He poured some on my hole and began to rub it in with 2 fingers. He poured some on his cock and stroked it up and down while still rubbing my now opening hole with his fingers. I knew what was about to happen and I didn’t even think to ask him to wear a condom. It just seemed wrong to cover that beautiful cock. He saw the poppers in my hand and told me to take a big hit, so I did. He started rubbing the head of his big black cock up and down my crack saying, “That’s it, baby. You ready for me to make you my bitch?” and when he saw the poppers hit me, he pushed the head in and stopped. I sucked in my breath but as I started to adjust to him, I was able to breathe again. He looked right in my eyes and started pushing the rest of his cock in me. As he hit bottom, my eyes rolled up in my head. He stopped, completely inside me and said, “You like that, don’t you faggot? You like my big black cock buried in your white pussy, don’t you? You want me to fuck you? Ask me nicely.” I had moaned yes’s to the questions but when he told me to ask, I froze for a second and all of sudden I saw the whole room watching, 6 or 7 guys all jerking off watching me get barebacked by this black man and his beautiful big cock. I swallowed and looked back at him and said, “Please fuck me. Please fuck my white pussy and make me your bitch.” He told me to take another big hit of the poppers and I did and when it hit me, he started fucking me. He didn’t pound me, though. It was almost like he was making love to me. Long even strokes, in and out, making me feel every inch. He swiveled his hips around, hitting all kinds of spots I didn’t know existed, making me moan like a bitch in heat. He kept talking to me as he fucked me, telling me what a good little white slut I was, how he loved white faggot pussy, “that’s it, bitch, moan for me.” Every couple minutes, he would tell me to take another hit of the poppers and I would moan even louder when they hit. After about 10 minutes, he started to pick up the pace and his strokes got more forceful. I had let go of my legs and they were wrapped around him with my heels pulling on his ass cheeks as he fucked me. He made me take another really big hit and as I did, he told me he was going to breed my little faggot pussy and if I managed to cum with him, he wouldn’t make me fuck every cock in the room to entertain him. I hadn’t touched myself yet because I knew if I did, I would erupt. I watched him and when he made one last slam and came in me with an animal grunt, I could actually feel his cum inside me. I grabbed my cock and with 2 strokes, I came. I came so hard, I came in my own face, on my forehead, my cheek, and in my mouth. When he finished shaking from his orgasm, he opened his eyes and saw me plastered with my own cum. He told me what a good bitch I was. He told me to get down and clean his cock off and as he pulled out of me, I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. He backed away and told the rest of the room they were welcome to use my mouth, but my pussy was his. The other 2 black guys and 2 of the white guys surrounded me, still stroking and took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. One by one, they all came, some of it in my mouth and some on my face. When the last one had finished and walked away, I looked up and he was standing there with a towel. He wiped off my face and he pulled me to my feet. We walked into the bathroom and he turned the shower on and got in with me. He washed me and had me wash him. I grabbed his cock and asked if I could have more, but he told me, “Not today, my little bitch, but soon.” He took my number after we got dressed and he told me he would be calling me soon and I needed to be ready for when he did. He told me to get myself some pretty panties because “white faggots should dress like the sissy bitches they are.” I got the panties and a few other things he liked and for the next 2 years, I was his. I still dated women and lived my life, but when he called, I put on my panties and went to be his white faggot sissy bitch wherever he told me to meet him. He shared me with a few of his friends sometimes, but mostly it was just us and I was his bitch. He moved away eventually. I miss him.

Daddy Issues Hey everyone... first post here. Definitely happy I found this place- haven’t really found an alternative for people sharing stories, especially pertaining to this sort of subject matter. Loosely based on a series of encounters many years ago, but ones that I think back to a good amount. Decided to write about it. I was probably 21 or 22 at the time. Names, events, and descriptions have been modified for fun and because I can’t remember everything anyway. I hope some of you enjoy it. -- My stomach felt hot; the type of warmth that twists your gut on an empty stomach with nerves. And despite the beads of sweat dripping down my face, the rest of me was freezing. Standing outside the townhouse unit, bundled up in an oversized maroon hoodie and a pair of baggy black jeans, my hands were crossed and tucked under my armpits, teeth chattering as I waited in the chilly doorway. Even in the dark I could see the steamy clouds of breath with each exhale, and the gentlest draughts sent shivers across the sheet of sweat forming on my face. I was beginning to wonder if this had been a bad idea. It wasn’t that I minded the cold; the cold and I usually got along. But it was distinctly sobering. And the buzz from earlier was beginning to subside, leaving room for the more sensible parts of my brain to enter. And they were beginning to suspect that I was perhaps biting off more than I could chew. The cum threatening to leak out of my hole also raised a good point. My ex, Sam, had been especially rough today. Was I really up for more after that? Shouting at me while he fucked me like a ragdoll, twisting my sensitive nipples painfully until I arched my back and screamed, then stuffing his tongue down my throat as he emptied into my guts and practically threw my clothes at me afterwards... Sam and I... had issues. But he was also my main and only connection. And he liked the money while I liked to party—sometimes even with him. And our openness with one another tended to increase as a function of tina. Like I said—issues. Mercifully, I was spared further self-reflection when the door clicked and creaked open, revealing a firmly built father-figure who stood a solid six inches taller than me. I would have guessed him at roughly six foot two. “Sinking feeling?” I recited from adam4adam, smiling loosely, head crooked off to the side slightly. A grin spread across his face. “Just Chris is fine,” he greeted. “Daniel, right?” I nodded. “Come on in,” he invited, stepping off to the side as the door swung ajar. The contrast couldn’t have been more pronounced as I moseyed on by him. Aside from being substantially taller, Chris was large; broad-shouldered with the beginnings of a healthy paunch. He had the type of body that was once very built but had succumbed to a desk job and too much beer in later life. Atop his head, fiery red hair dotted with grey formed a halo around an emerging bald spot. There was lingering hesitation. But it was also cold and I very much wanted to find some warmth. The husky, broad build attached to the heavy voice was also something of a weakness of mine. So with all this in mind I muted Jiminy and stepped in past the threshold. The instant the door shut I found myself engulfed. Thick, fuzzy arms wrapped themselves around my chest, pulling me close to the grey button-up that draped loosely over the muscle-bear’s torso. Gasping, possibly on cue or as a reflex, I leaned into the embrace and craned my head up, parting my lips as his mouth pressed down on me and pushed his thick tongue inside. Meanwhile, one great big paw found my ass and squeezed my left cheek through the cold fabric, making me jump. He seemed pleased by this—as he pulled away, his face was bright with mischief. “Thanks for coming. I’m glad you could make it,” he growled. “Thanks for having me,” I responded sheepishly. “I’m glad I could come too.” He smirked. “Come on. We’re upstairs,” he instructed, grasping my hand as he lead me up the steps. As he pulled I had to hurry a bit to keep up. Passing the first door on the left, we scurried to the second, at which point Chris shoved it open and pulled me inside. The ceiling lights had been turned off; only the lamps in the corner and on the bedside table were lit, giving the room a dim ambiance. Immediately my eyes glanced to the nightstand- where a pair of old-fashioned glasses sat, their smooth edges catching the low light of the bedroom, making the red of the drink inside blush a deep crimson. Adjacent to it, a pair of syringes nestled together conspicuously. And below, a bag of crystals rested beside glass pipe and a little blue pill. At the sight of the needles, my heart began to pound. “It’s all right there,” I murmured. There was that doubt again. Was this a good idea. It wasn’t much of a question. But it might be a fun idea, I argued, and in many ways that was far more compelling. Either oblivious to my uncertainty or electing to move past it, Chris was already retrieving the glasses. Smiling welcomingly, he offered one. “It’s G. And Gatorade. You said you’ve done G?” I nodded, and reached out to accept. “Yeah. Thanks,” I murmured. Admittedly, I kind of hated G but declining felt rude. And anything to take the edge off sounded good so I smiled politely and braced for the worst. Nodding, he raised his glass. “Cheers,” he said, then clinked and chugged it back in one great gulp with what I assume was the Viagra, inviting me to follow suit. Following his lead, I drank the poorly masked acrid flavour, downing it in two swigs. Grimacing as I set the cup down, I sunk down onto the bed and reached for my shoulders, peeling away the thick layers of clothing I’d come wrapped in. Wiping my damp face against the inside of the scratchy fabric as it slid past my smooth stomach, the hoodie pooled messily on the floor. Meanwhile, Chris licked his lips and undid his belt, pulling the leather strap from outside his jeans as his murky eyes watched me undress. As my pants and boxers fell down around my lightly haired legs, showing off my freshly shaven groin, I could feel the buzz on my skin from his eyes outlining me- tracing over my lithe form as he drew his mental image. Looking back at him, by comparison he was a giant- I was barely five foot eight, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and what could readily be described as a pallid complexion. Where my face was clean-shaven conceal my years, he wore his time with pride. I had no illusions that he was likely close to lapping both my weight and age; if I was a hundred and forty pounds, I estimated Chris at around two sixty. Maybe more. In his forties, if adam4adam was to be believed. In truth, I’d been very surprised when he’d even responded. But then we started talking and he rather directly advised that I was his type. And he was definitely mine. And despite the remnants of tina from a cloudy overcast, I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. As he sat down next to me, I could feel the bed sag around him, displacing the mattress such that I popped up a bit. Pulling me close, I could see that his pupils were dilated like mine. I smiled. “Been having fun?” I joked. “Yeah, but just by myself tonight,” he replied, then all but dragged me onto his lap. Turning me around to face him, he seemed delighted to find how pliable and malleable my light body was in his hands, and I eagerly bent into his touch. “I’m glad we could fix that,” I returned wanly. He let out a chuckle. Digging his fingers into the smooth face of my ass, he began to peel the globes apart, making me shiver as I leaned against his chest. Then a probing finger touched my wet entrance. He paused. “What’s this?” My heart skipped a beat. “Oh,” I responded nervously. Instinctively my body moved to pull back, but then one of his hands rose and it was futile- like a steel cable across my back, locking me in place. “That,” I said slowly, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry, “That would be my ex.” A moment of silence fell upon us. The hand digging into my pucker pulled back and I managed to wrestle my face to the side. From the corner of my eye I could see him looking at his paw, examining the sheen of translucent cum on the tip of his index finger. To my surprise, he licked it. “Hot,” he responded, then reached back down, gathering more of the viscous fluid that had just started to leak out slowly onto his jeans. Once satisfied, I felt the arm on my back ease up and he let me pull back, only to press the cum-soaked finger against my lips. My dick immediately sprang to life. “Was it any good?” he asked as my mouth accepted the offering, swirling the tongue around his fingertip as he watched me lap away Tom’s juices. As the finger left my mouth, I licked my lips. “It was... alright, I guess. Kind of rough.” “I see,” he returned softly. “You like rough?” My voice hitched. Oh if only you knew, my brain snickered. On the outside, my voice returned coyly, “Sometimes. Maybe. Depends on the other person.” “I see.” Then a pause. All I could really feel was his fingers stroking my back gently. I began to wonder if I’d done something wrong. “Chris?” I asked. “Are you sure about this?” he asked slowly, carefully. “Sure about what?” I echoed. And then suddenly I was facing the bedside table. Following his bicep to forearm to outstretched fingers, I spied the instruments from earlier—specifically the rigs. “This,” he clarified. Oh. That. My stomach knotted. I licked my lips. “I think so.” “Think?” he repeated. Heavy hands stroked my arm, soothing and warm. I nestled in closer, enjoying the arm around my waist. A moment passed. Then another. Words were suddenly tough. I opened my mouth to speak but everything snagged and I gave up, shutting my mouth as I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Daniel...” he said gently, nearly making me jump. “It’s okay if you just want to smoke. We’re going to have a good time either way, right?” “I know but...” “But what?” he asked softly. Well, there it was; I wasn’t going to be allowed indecision here. And he had very graciously offered me a way out. My eyes wandered to the loaded pipe. The tina had melted into the lower hemisphere, giving it a pearly look. And in that pearly gloss there was something comfortably familiar to it. But as my gaze wandered back to the pair of syringes, all loaded and set aside for us, my heart pounded inside my chest. Excitement crept upon me. Sucking in a deep breath, I provided my answer before I could formulate a proper case against it. “I want to try it,” I admitted. “With you.” Chris stared at me for a good minute. Slowly, an eager smile spread across his face. “Good.” He almost sounded relieved. With the G beginning to hit me, a clumsy warmth had radiated outwards from my gut and sunk into the extremities where it settled. Messily, I shuffled off Chris’s lap, planting a kiss on his fuzzy cheek as I went. Rising from the bed, he gathered one of the syringes and looked around for a moment, brow furrowed in contemplation, before opening the drawer and retrieving a bright orange rubber strap and a pair of square swab packets. Settling down in front of me, kneeling to keep himself level, he tied the rubber band around my arm. “Make a fist.” Within a few moments, he’d found the vein. Tearing the packet with his front teeth, he wiped the faint bump with an alcohol swab and licked his lips, eyes narrowed in focus as the tip of the needle approached the raised flesh. “Let me know if it hurts. At all. Ok?” I nodded, sucking in a breath to brace myself. I didn’t like needles. Probably the main reason I hadn’t learned how to do this myself. Or done this. Well, that and Sam didn’t like them either. The prick through skin stung but only momentarily. Subsiding as quickly as it came, Chris glanced up at me, prompting me to shake my head. Nodding, he slowly he pulled back on the plunger, drawing a flash of blood. “Anything?” he asked. Once more I shook my head. “Good.” And then he pressed forward, unloading the chemicals into my arm. Wasting no time, he smoothly retracted the needle, placed a cotton-ball on the entry point, and released the orange band from my arm. “Arm up. Hold that. And lie back,” he instructed. Hand above my head, holding the ball in place as told, I sunk back onto the bed and wondered when it would hit me. It wasn’t long. Within maybe two seconds I could feel my skin flush, like I’d suddenly been plugged into the wall and electrocuted. Coursing over my arms, finding my chest and stomach, traveling down into my legs and toes, then all the way up my neck. Like a tingling, tickling fire the burning feeling built in my throat, rapidly reaching a fever pitch and I coughed hard, involuntarily releasing the cotton as I clutched my chest and heaved. With each retching gasp, pleasure ripped through my body, making me shake as I rode the wave. Above, Chris simply watched, smiling from ear to ear as I unraveled in front of him. Whether it was fifteen seconds or five minutes before I regained the ability to speak I do not know. What I do recall is what I said. “Holy fuck.” The remark was whispered as my hands moved on their own accord—up to my face, then down across my chest, and experimentally grazing my swollen nipples. Then they migrated south, detouring at my cock, exploring my twitching hole, and completing their lap by returning to my face. Everything twitched. My skin buzzed. And there was a ringing in my ears that made everything seem so close and far at the same time. “It’s... I can’t... oh my god...” I stammered, panting on the bed. In my head the apprehensions were melting away—reservations disappearing in a maelstrom of heat—leaving nothing but impulse, fantasy, and want. Everything felt like a good idea. Cum, piss, cocks, toys, fists, pain, humiliation- my mind jumped from idea to idea, pirouetting from scene to scene, electrified by the prospect of my current companion holding my hand as we delved into pig hell. Roaring through my mind, the need to be used like a fuck-toy all but raced through my head, liberated from its cage by the chemicals hijacking me. Peeling my hands away from my face, I turned to Chris. “It’s so much,” I whispered. To this, Chris chuckled, spotting his own vein as he aimed the syringe. “Just breathe, baby,” he instructed. “I’ll be there soon.” His cough was considerably less laboured. And as the strap fell away he began to undress, shucking his loose button-up over his shoulders, allowing me to see his powerful biceps and thick chest muscles that were loosely covered by red and gray hair. And, deliciously, a pair hairy armpits that reeked with sweat. Reflexively, I licked my lips. Then he began to remove his jeans, unfastening the button and sliding them past his hairy legs as he removed them with his boxers. He was already getting hard- between his legs sat a chubby cock, nestled in a patch of red hair and two huge, low-hanging balls. Resting his weight on his forearm, he settled on his side next to me. “So,” he asked, licking his fingers before pressing his hand against my chest. “How are you feeling?” The bass tones of his voice were lightened by amusement as his finger and thumb found one of my swollen nipples. Inhaling sharply as he rolled them between his heavy digits, I let out a yelp as he gave a quick squeeze. Finding my bearings, riding the exhilarating pleasure, I managed to suck in a lungful of air. “Amazing,” I breathed, rising from the bed, biting my lip as I took in his full naked body- from his huge hands to his growing dick, to the powerful centre that connected them all. Imagining my holes used like sleeves for every part sticking out of him—a human waste receptacle for his cum and piss. Someone’s boy to use. His boy to use. “Better than puffing it?” he teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Definitely,” I agreed. “Good,” he growled, pulling me close in a crushing kiss. Breathless as we broke away, I felt giddy. Suckling his neck, I moved in close, balancing myself on my knees around one of his resting thighs. I needed to taste him. Reaching gently for one of his arms, I touched the thin layer of fur, then lightly lifted it with his assistance above his head and dug my tongue into his hairy pit. With him palming the back of my head to pull me closer, I inhaled the heavy, musky smell and my body jolted with excitement. Lapping at the sweaty, salty, acidic flavour I drank greedily until there was nothing left and let out a pleading noise. Above, he chuckled throatily and released my face as the other arm rose in an invitation that I was happy to accept. Electing to not grip my head this time, his free hand found its way to my ass-cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make me yelp as I continued to service him. Between the smooth globes his fingers crawled, teasing my hole as it traced the outside, gathering the leaking cum. Shifting my weight, I arched my back, inviting the finger for closer inspection. Still slightly slick with Sam’s load, his ring finger pushed onwards roughly, making every nerve tingle. But all I could think was more. “Please,” I begged. “Please what, boy?” he teased, extracting the intruding digit only to thrust it back inside. Pulling away from his pit, I looked at the heavy, hungry expression that had overtaken Chris’s initially welcoming features. Something distinctly dark had taken over his face—the same unhinged need the chemicals had unleashed in myself, but funneled through his want to control. My chest fluttered in delight. “I want you to use me,” I whispered. “To fuck me. To fill me.” Studying my face, all twisted with need, his dilated eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing soft and slow. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that, Daniel.” My breathing hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, sucking the soft skin as he bit down. I let out a groan, feeling the skin tingle as his teeth sunk. Traveling up to my ear, he licked as he went, nipping my earlobe before settling his mouth just outside. I could hear his heavy panting and it made me crackle with excitement. “And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you,” he hissed, digging his finger deeper, coating it in Sam’s splooge, wriggling it to ease it in to the knuckle. “I bet you’d let a hundred guys fuck you if I wanted.” “And then some,” I agreed softly. “Two at a time even, all snug inside your little boy hole, just to make sure everyone’s served,” he growled as he pulled back only to slip his middle finger inside alongside, making sure I felt the stretching as his fingernail scraped against my insides. “As many as you’d want to fit,” I whimpered, revelling in the burn as he worked my hole. His voice made a rumble of appreciation. “Get that hole open, puffy, and swollen. Just oozing with cum,” he hissed, turning his fingers as he spoke. “Running down your legs in streams.” “Stuffing it back inside me with your hands,” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening as the words formed. “Shoving it into my guts with your arm. Cleaning every cock that blows inside me with my mouth.” Groaning, his fingers left my ass and were quickly shoved into my mouth. Nursing them, my tongue swirled around the faint taste of my juices mixed with the salty, musky flavour of Sam. All the while, his expression darkened, his teeth coming together. Glancing down, I saw his cock stood upright, thick veins bulging up every inch of the beer-can shaft, leading up towards a mushroom head leaking pre-cum. Pulling away from the fingers I sunk down, arching my back as my legs stretched to balance my body on my hands and knees. Up close I estimated him at approaching nine inches, maybe eight-and-a-half. Inhaling through my nose I took in the pungent aroma of dried piss mixed with sweat and his natural musky odour. Entranced, my mouth opened, drawing the head inside as my hand reached to grip the thick shaft. Making a noise of appreciation, he opened his legs a bit, running his fingers through my hair and resting them on the back of my head gently. Now, full disclosure—I am far from the best at blowjobs in the universe. And in many positions I frequently have trouble deep-throating. But in the moment, with the tina racing through me, I thought I could do anything and I found myself relaxing my jaw, easing the muscles and sliding down on him as best I could. It was somewhat successful. Letting out a groan as his head pressed my throat muscles, not quite unclenched enough or at the best angle for passage, his shaft slipped and slid along my wet mouth. My glands were working overtime, pumping out saliva as I dragged my tongue from trunk to top, swirling around his glans as I came up. Up and down I went, swallowing the excess spit as his hand guided me with gentle pressure. “Wait,” he grunted. Popping up for air, I awaited further instruction as he released my head and pointed to my crotch. “Bring that ass here,” he ordered. Obediently, I turned around, balancing on my hands and knees. Setting my legs around his thick torso, his back sunk into the mattress. Shuffling along until my mouth was lined up a perfect forty five degree angle with his cock and my ass stood above his pecs, his hands reached up, gripping my ass-cheeks hard as he spread them wide. The bed creaked—reacting to him rising—and I lowered my open mouth back onto his cock as his face pushed into my crack, beard scratching the inside of my cheeks as he dug in. Locked in his powerful grip, I inhaled through my nose, relaxing my throat as I measured the angle and aligned myself accordingly. And then I went slid down, feeling his cock brush against the back of my gullet. Easing up further, the entrance opened, allowing him to push past my throat muscles with a slight raise of his hips as I buried my nose in his pubes. Letting out of a guttural groan as I took him to the root, I could feel the sound vibrate against my ass, making me tingle with anticipation as my throat worked his massive rod. Meanwhile, he paused momentarily to stare at my just-leaking hole, before his wide tongue gave one long, slow lick against my puckered opening, sending shivers up my spine as I fucked my face on him. “Fucking hot hole,” he growled, then dug in, all but mashing his face into me. Scratching around my hole with his beard in the best way possible his thick tongue plunged into the load left by Sam. Sucking and slurping, making my ass as wet as he could as he sought depth I lost focus, tingling from end to end, and pulled up involuntarily to nurse his head. Below, his hips bucked. Right. Refocusing despite the warmth and tingling in my hole, I relaxed once more, breathing through my nose as I took him down. Pulling away from my hole for just a moment, he gave my ass a slam. “Tastes so good,” he rumbled, then dug back in. Slick with spit, acclimatizing to the motion and high as a kite, I got bolder. Pulling all the way up his head, I’d spend a moment focusing there, then lower myself and push past the throat muscles, holding him down as I swallowed around him. Then repeat. Following this rhythm, he’d dig hard, using his index and middle fingers to pry me open as he tried to stuff his whole tongue up my ass. Then as I came up he’d pull back, lapping at the salty cum, spit, and ass-juices that he’d displaced. Punctuating with the odd nip or bite against my cheeks, or stinging slap against my ass, we continued like this for several minutes—maybe five, maybe ten, it’s hard to say. Our cadence was broken by him pushing my waist off his body. “Get up,” he instructed. Pulling my mouth away from his cock, I looked over my shoulder. Face red, he was breathing was hard. “I want you to sit on it.” Crawling forward, I straddled his lap as he sat up. Guiding his cock to my slick hole, his hand grabbed my back and pulled me into a deep kiss, making me taste the mix of his spit, my ass, and Sam’s salty cum as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Meanwhile, my hand gripped his slippery cock, holding it in my hand as it rubbed against my entrance. Briefly, Chris pulled away from the kiss. Reaching over to the bedside table his arm dug haphazardly through the contents of the drawer until he retrieved a tube of silicon lube and a small bottle of poppers. Popping the lids he greased his shaft and held the poppers below my nostrils, encouraging me to inhale. As the heat blossomed in my chest it mingled with the existing high and made my whole body shiver, muscles melting into putty. Meanwhile he capped the poppers and set them aside, placing his hands back to my sides. “Breathe and sit,” he commanded, then sunk back onto the mattress, placing his hands on my waist to hold me in place. Slowly, I began to lower myself. Despite being wet with spit, lube, and cum, it still took effort to accommodate him. Pushing past the sphincter, he slid in, stretching as my muscles groaned and ached at the intrusion. Gasping, I set my hands on his stomach, shutting my eyes as I took a deep breath. “It’s so much,” I whimpered. “I know, baby. Just breathe,” he encouraged. It was a slow process—I had no doubts that my guts had been roughed up but in a twisted way it made me want it more. Below, he’d stroke my sides reassuringly, telling me how good of a boy I was as I slid down inch by inch. Finally I felt it—the pubic hair rubbing against my pucker. I opened my eyes and glanced below. “It’s all there,” I breathed. “I know,” he confirmed, grinning from ear to ear. “How do you feel?” he asked. I shifted my hips. “Full,” I said blithely. “Very full. But good.” “Good,” he echoed. Reaching to the side, he retrieved the poppers. “Take some,” he instructed, handing them off to me. “I’m going to start moving.” Nodding, I uncapped the lid and took two long, heavy inhales on each side and focused on the feeling in my ass—each inch stretching my hole around him. In time with the heat spreading through my body, his hands returned their grip to my waist making my hips shift—as if doing so would help him get in further. Above I closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Pausing to appreciate the depth, we both stared at each other for just moment. Then slowly, I raised my hips only to come slamming down on him as his vice-like grip pulled at the exact moment his hips jerked in a brutal thrust. Establishing this as our rhythm, my legs rose once more. On cue, his legs pumped as his arms yanked me back down. Letting out a cry, I settled into the pace, holding onto him as we pushed onwards. Buried so far down that his balls slapped up against me as he pounded, my cock was only half-hard from the tina but it didn’t stop it from leaking pre-cum all over his stomach. Battering my prostate, all but forcing the fluid out of me, he drove in harder and harder with every shove. More. Please, God, more. All the while, Chris kept his eyes locked on mine, growling intermittently as he fucked Sam’s cum deeper into my ass. “Fucking slut,” he snarled, his hips lurching as he buried himself into me. “Seeing someone before me.” Another thrust, making my guts stretch as I gasped. “Took his load.” Thrust. “Then came right here for more.” Another thrust and I found myself breaking apart, dissolving into whimpers on top of him. “Yes,” I moaned. “Could have just come here,” he growled. “Instead made me wait all fucking day for you. But you needed his load, didn’t you?” “I did,” I gasped. “Sleazy, slutty boy. Coming over with some man’s load up your ass. Just can’t help yourself.” I couldn’t make words. He was so deep. Practically punching my prostate with his cock-head, I let out a noise halfway between a gurgle and a groan, covering my face with my hands as he took control of the pace. “Isn’t. This. Better.” Each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust. Knocked off balance, I threatened to tumble over and was forced me to lean forwards, pressing my hands against his pecs for support. “So much better,” I wailed. “Fucking right it is.” And with that, he gripped harder, digging his fingers into my sides—I had no illusions there would be bruises later—and pushed our combined weight forward. Letting out a yelp as I toppled over, my back hit the mattress. Then he gathered my legs and pulled them above his shoulders, dragging me up so he had a forty-five degree angle to drive into my hole. I couldn’t tell you how long he fucked me like that for—I just remember holding onto the bed and moaning as he pumped in and out of me, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts because I couldn’t get him far enough inside me. And then the furrowing of his brow as he shut his eyes and grit his teeth, signalling the end of the moment as he let out a guttural roar, slamming into me as far as he could. Inside I felt the delicious wet warmth spread inside my ass making my heart race as my legs squeezed him and my arms came up to hold onto him. My face buried itself in his neck. Being careful not to crush me under his weight, Chris came down, eyes shut, propping himself up on his forearms for support. My stomach was wet. More precum had been fucked out of me. I was even almost hard. And as we pulled away, and he opened his eyes, his mouth parted slightly, panting, studying me. “Slut,” he said softly. Through laboured breathing, I nodded. “My slut,” he corrected. And with that remark we reached a mutual understanding—that this was the price of admission for more. Gazing up into his murky blue eyes, my breath caught in my throat. Covered in our mingled sweat, skin pulsing with electricity, heart racing with chemically induced emotion, we both already knew my answer. “Your slut,” I agreed.

Love 70's and the 80's porn before condom and bleached hair, hollywood white teeth, and over tanned built bodies. That's why I get off on Treasure Island Media and other porn venues cause the men are real.

Damn. I'm feeling the pressure to play here in SEA town as well.

Level 6 for past 4-5years. Became pozzed early 2020

Thank you so much for the kind words :) It's actually such a relief to hear the pace and characters aren't atrocious; I was originally going to stop the chapter at the end when Chris goes over that he kind of does, in fact, have limits that may stop shorter of where Daniel wants to go. And I was really nervous about opening up some of the less fun, non-hookup related stuff swimming about in Daniel's noggin. I know I've been teasing about group play; I promise it's coming and part 3 is very much in the works. With this impromptu vacation what else is there to do aside from jot down your to-do list, right? :P

No wonder they thought he was queer, theres no quarterback in soccer

The smell, the way it feels sliding in and out of my mouth and throat. Knowing I'm pleasing the other guy. The taste of his cum. The fact I can manipulate his dick better then just letting him fuck me. I honestly love everything about it.

I like sperm the best because in a way it reminds you that it's just a necessary substance for biology and reproduction, but instead it's a hot treat that you like to eat because you're a perverted faggot that loves to eat sperm from a man's penis.

Wow have I just cum back to this story, read it ages ago. Still fucking hot the 2nd time around. Would have been great to see it continue a bit further, Mark's conversion and acceptance and journey. Maybe even a spin off into the hunting for more neg holes by Jamie and Hector.

I don’t fit your desired demographic and am not a candidate, but may I ask on behalf of those who might be, what you mean by “May include...family”? Do you mean that you intend to require your Kik slave to perform acts of your choosing with members of his family?

the whore was shaved ....................

I went out to Fire Island for the holiday weekend, desperately needing a break from the city. I had already gotten a positive anti-body test the week before. The weather was meh, mostly overcast, so I hopped on scruff and found a daddy dick who likes to breed boy holes. We got to chatting about all the social distancing, how it had been months since either of us met up with anyone, and wondering if the meat rack would see any action this summer. I confessed that I had never been to the meat rack before. He took it as his personal mission to show me, maybe we’d do some socially distant jacking off with him cumming on my boyhole. I met him on the boardwalk and we made our way to the meat rack, chatting all the way while wearing our masks. We got to the meat rack and went to a raised wooded area. He started rubbing his meat and told me to show him my boy hole. I pulled down my pants and spread my cheeks for him. He complimented my hole and stepped closer. He started rubbing his cock against my hole applying a little pressure. Neither of us brought lube, and my hole wasn’t even starting to open up. I rubbed some of my precum on my hole and grabbed the poppers from my pocket and took some deep hits. He tried to push into me again but only had slightly better luck. He asked me to turn around and face him. I wanted his cock so bad. He told me to get on my knees. I did as I was told. I grabbed his cock and felt his thickness in my hand. I looked up at him, telling him how much I wanted to suck his cock. He told me I can if I want. I lifted my mask up to reveal my mouth and took his cock into my mouth until my lips were pressed against his pelvis. Daddy grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my mouth, my tongue moving all around his meat. Finally he pulled me off him and told me to turn around and show him my hole. I turned around, took a few more hits of poppers and pulled my cheeks apart not knowing what to expect. And then I felt his wet daddy dick push all the way into my boyhole until his balls tapped my ass. We were both in ecstasy having gone months without raw sex. Daddy gave me a steady but quick fuck until he asked me if I wanted his load. I told him, “Yes, breed me daddy. Give me your cum.” And with that he pumped a large load of cum into me and then pulled out. I asked him if I had permission to cum. He called me a good boy and said that yes, I may cum. It only took me a few strokes of my cock until my cum shot across the sand. I pulled some paper towels from my pocket and gave him one to clean up, noticing his cock had some of my blood on it. I guess after over two months, my hole was really tight without proper lube. We walked back to our respective houses and I texted him later, thanking him for his daddy cum hoping he enjoyed breeding me. He told me, yes, that’s why he gifted me with his cum, because I earned it.

That's what I like in a bottom - a tiny little/soft dick: it means that the bottom is concentrating on my dick and using his hole to do so. I find it a turn on when I reach to feel the bottom's cock as I am balls-deep inside him, and his cock is soft/flaccid 🙂 It is the sign of a total bottom ...

"daddy can you organise a party where I don't know whose fucking me?" I asked. "Sure honey you're due in heat next week" he replied. There were playrooms in the basement with swings and blindfolds and more powerful wands. Daddy told me to wear clothes that didn't need to go over my head to take off. He blindfolded me and put me in the swing fully clothed. I heard the doorbell and lots of footsteps coming down. "This is my daughter, she's cum hungry and wants lots anonymous babies. Make love to her and cum deep in her fertile pussy" said my daddy. I heard ten pairs of trousers drop to the floor. My daddy instructed me on how to pleasure the men. "Suck him hard while you take your top off" he said. I could hardly get his cook in my mouth it was so big. "Be gentle with my daughter you're cocks are so big" said my daddy. I could feel them taking my skirt off. Then I took off my bra and panties they could see my dripping wet pussy with massive lips. "Each of you can taste her juices make your cock so hard it goes in hands free" daddy said. I was moaning with loud orgasms. "Give me your cum" I said. I felt the largest cock I'd ever had entering into my pussy. I squeezed the cock in my pussy like daddy had taught me. The man moaned loudly. He was a great fuck and lots of hot sticky cum in me as well. Then he went in my ass at the same time as another cock. But this one felt familiar. "Seed her with a DP she likes it in the ass as well" my daddy instructed. We spent hours fucking with each cook taking turns in my pussy until it blew lots if hot sticky cum.

I had just given birth to my fourth baby. I was happy being a breeding cow for daddy. He asked me if I could help out with couples who couldn't have children and I obliged. "You're going to make babies with the daddies but only blindfolded. They find it kinky when you're tied up and blindfolded. I wanna kiss you as their knocking you up. " He told me. "That sounds very sexy daddy" I replied. The day after someone asked if they could seed my eggs for their children. "He had a 9inch cock, you will be so tight around him' my daddy said. "I can't wait daddy" i said. "can I have him all weekend?" I asked. "Sure honey keep at it until you are pregnant" daddy said. I got myself ready. I got into bed and covered myself up naked except for my panties "he wants to open the package of your pussy" my daddy said. There was a knock on the bedroom door and I put my blindfold on. "Come in I'm blindfolded I said". I laid back in bed. I could hear someone unbuckling their belt and trousers dropping to the floor. I felt the covers being pulled back and a very intense massage all over my body. It got me getting relaxed. "I see you pussy is ready for me. Let me take those panties off for you then you can feel my cock and take my boxers off" he said. I felt my panties come off and while he was stroking my pussy he guided my hands to his boxers. I pulled them off, once they were completely off he got my hands round his cock. "All fertile seed for you, my partner was born without a baby home, thank you for entertaining my cock and agreeing to do this for me" he said. "You are very welcome I get a new cock to feel inside me and you get a new baby" I replied. "Open your legs for me let me get your pussy ready" he said. I heard a buzzing sound in the background. I felt his wand pulsating my pussy it gave me massive orgasms. "That's it let yourself go enjoy your orgasms as much as I enjoy giving them to you" he said as he kissed my belly. I felt his cock by my pussy lips. I was scared he was too big for me. He was gentle easing into gradually using the wand to keep me relaxed. Then he put the wand on the highest setting. It was an electrifying made me squeeze his cock more. Then I heard someone else enter the room. "Looks like fun honey" it was my daddy. "Yeah this is so good daddy" I said. Daddy kissed me as he took over the wand and the mystery cock owner played with my boobies. We enjoyed the baby making over the weekend. I was sorry to see him go. "It's ok honey he's coming back every two days to make sure you get more cum in your pussy" daddy said. In the meantime daddy was in my pussy. But this baby was harder to push out. Even daddy's cock couldn't tease it out. So the mystery man came back and used his cock to help me to start labour.

It is very frustrating see how happy people are after getting or giving a load and I'm locked up in chastity with a slave chain around my neck keep every one away, but I do get people saying they would to knock me up. I was told to come in early and grab a water bottle like I do and it taste funny but it's a new brand so I gulp it down. Billy tells me Sam wants to speak to me in the office, he is very happy as he talks about the future of the family business. I feeling very funny like I'm flying very relax then the door opens. Its Fred Is the bitch ready. Sam yes he is. Fred grabs the chain around my neck dragging me to a room with Sam behind us. Once in the room they rip off my cloths and undress them selves and throw me onto the bed in the room. Im on my stomach as Fred buries his face in my ass, as Sam is setting up syringes and hands one to Fred who shoves into my hole then in a few minutes it starts to burn in a good way. Sam ties off my arm as Fred is sliding his dick up and down the crack of my ass. Sam pushes the needle into my are and look me in the eye then gives me a kiss as he pushes the plunger. I can't breath as then Fred shoves his dick in my hole. Fred bitch we are going to now make a real part of this family Sam fuck the bitch. The pain is so unreal from the slam and Fred dick ripping my hole as he is using his weight so I can not escape.Fred is fucking me so hard forcing my face into the mattress as I'm having a hard time breathing, I don't think I will survive this as Fred is now pumping his toxic load in me he whispers into my ear that he is my grandfather and his POZ cum will be living in me for the rest of my life. When he jumps off Sam shoves his dick and is jack rabbit fucking me and with his dick bottoming in me and his P.A. is ripping me up as Fred is sticking his cum , blood covered dick into my mouth. I'm in this room for 8 hours of a drug fueled sex party and both Sam & Fred pick me up then cover me with some clothes and put me in the trunk of a car then drive off. We pull into a garage then take me to a basement then attach a chain to my neck. I'm put on the bed then Sam says you will be here till you get the FUCK FLU, then they start to fuck me again. After 5 days I'm starting to enjoy having a dick in my ass with a slam and soon I'm begging to get fuck and the fantastic feeling of a loads in my ass even with a butt plug in knowing my Father & Grandfather toxic loads are converting me into a POZ cum dump. Soon when they come over for my daily breeding I'm begging for their dick to fuck me and give me their POZ loads. 16 days after I took my first POZ load I became sick.

Now back working at the Dump bathhouse with a chastity device and a slave chain around my neck that can't be removed. Everyone is having fun getting fuck dumping loads getting their holes stretch open in the sling. Every so often Fred brings a young college boy around who is drug up. Fred takes them in the room you hear them coughing then the scream like they are getting killed. A few hours later you hear the boy asking for more and sounds of pleasure. As Fred comes out with a big smile on his face with that hairy tattooed chest with the hanging nipple rings. He hands me a $20 then says this boy will need some extra care. I go to Billy, he hands me a large butt plug then says he is busy and for me to put it in the boys hole. I see some dark blood in Freds cum as I shove the plug in his hole as he grunting saying he can't take any more, as I see 6 hash marks 5 points on the table with #500 on the boy body. I stay with him as he starts to get up he is crying, how is he going to tell his girl friend as he is sure he will become POZ in a few weeks as while he was being fuck Fred told he is POZ with a high HVL. I have been here for 3 months and not cum in that time as its very hard to not think about sex around here.

I noticed that too! Some odd characters 'red-smudging' fairly innocent stuff for what reason? Not vile enough? Not crude enough? Not self-destructive enough? Too 'nice'? You would expect more broad-minded tolerance on BZ where we have everything form innocent newbie bb-sympathizers to hardcore party whores running their lives on empty. We don't all run at the same speed. As to what I read (personally): there is LOTS where I just cringe. Guys wanting to 'destroy themselves', guys wanting to get every disease in the book like HIV and VD are exotic pets. Or guys wanting to be castrated and what not... I just cringe and move on. NO COMMENT, no 'reaction'!!! On the same vein: when you look at U-tube and find ANY timeless and incredible music video from PINK to Pink Floyd to Linkin Park... (for example) doesn't matter... with all the TENS of THOUSANDS of likes there is always at least a few hundred thumbs down. So you can't take it personally. Maybe a 400lbs curmudgeon in the basement of his parents' house HATES IT, because he is recalling the popular kids in high-school making out to 'comfortably numb' and him sitting alone in the dark... who knows As to 'people hiding behind key-boards' on BZ: I WISHED there was a feature where we could BLOCK our content from the rare piss-ants who repeatedly rain on the parade without explanation (because truly, there isn't a good one)... And YES, we work HARD on our slut, whore and SUPERSTAR statuses lol

I did several professional videos around the post Y2K period for houses such as T.I.M., Club Inferno, Hot House, etc. That's me doing the Top thing.

Part 13 “Just put the pizza on the table in the kitchen, thanks,” Tom said from behind the young pizza boy. “Sure,” he replied as he cautiously walked past me and into the kitchen. Once he had put the pizza down he walked back towards the door, he must have had a look at my ass as he did. “Like his arse?” Tom said plainly. “Eh…I… I should get back to work,” the pizza boy responded, walked quickly past me, his face scarlet. “Wow, kid it’s okay, my boy there is very accommodating. I’m sure he’d love to taste that hard cock you’ve got growing in your jeans.” The boy blushed again and I could feel myself moving towards him. What was I doing? Tom’s blue eyes pierced into mine. I knew what he was telling me to do. I knelt down in front of the twink and slowly found my hands unbuttoning his jeans. “I really shouldn’t… I’ve never… you know… well not properly… my boss will wonder where I’ve been.” He tried to move away from me but Tom had a grip on his shoulders and kept him and his hard cock in front of me. “Don’t worry about it, we were all virgins once. We’ll go slow and I’ll ask what you want to do. How about it? Tell you what, you’ll walk out of here with at least a week's wages and if you’re lucky, a surprise.” I took the guy's cock in my mouth, and any objections he might have had were gone. Was I really sucking a virgin cock? It wasn’t anything special but it was a nice length and had a decent girth. He was uncut which was nice. Be fore long I was deep throating the twink while Tom worked his nipples. Tom had slipped his sweats off, carefully keeping his top on, hiding his tattoo, the young kid was excitedly playing with his cock. “Let’s move this to the bedroom, it’s more comfortable in there.” Tom ushered the kid into the bedroom stripping his clothes off him as they went, I felt concern for the boy. Would Tom do to him what he’s done to me? I couldn’t let that happen. I found myself mounting the bed in front of them both. Maybe if I made a good show of my ass Tom would alternate with the kid in fucking me, and the kid would escape getting fucked. Tom grabbed some lube and slapped it on my ass and roughly shoved his fingers into my hole. I groaned and huffed some poppers. “Go on kid, bury your cock balls deep. He can take it.” “Do you have a condom?” Again the kid blushed. “We don’t use them, me and my boy only play with each other but I’d love to see you fuck him.” Tom sounded so reassuring and innocent that I wasn’t surprised that the kid fell for it. He placed the tip of his innocent cock at my hole, and with Toms encouragement he slowly slid deeper into me. It was the most gentle fuck I’d had in over a week. He picked up the pace after some time and I knew he probably wouldn’t last long. Tom took the poppers and forced them under the kids nose. By his reaction he was new to them. He started to bury deeper into me and from the force behind me I could tell Tom was making a move for the kids hole. I looked in the mirror to see Tom lubing up his cock and the kids hole. The kid looked like he was in heaven, completely new to every sensation. Tom again made the kid take deep hits of the poppers, asking “What do you want kid?” murmuring into the kid's ear while forcing the brown bottle under the kids nose again. “Fuck me,” the kid almost whispered. “Fuck you? You want it all? I’m big and I fuck hard.” “Yeah fuck me hard, don’t stop.” The kid was clearly high off the fumes, little did he know what to expect from Tom. Tom, however, took advantage of the kid's invitation, and lining his cock at the victim's hole, in one swift move had brutally taken the twink's virginity. “Fuck… owww…. no….no….please stop!” The kid tried to get away from Tom but as he did he only buried deeper into me. Interestingly the kid was harder than he had been. Tom slapped the kid's ass cheek hard and then put his had over his mouth as he brutally raped his ass! I felt the kid's orgasm as he came hard in my ass. Tom clearly knew the kid had cum by his ass muscles clenching. Tom violently pulled the kid away and pushed him across the room. He didn’t even glance at the kid as he went rolling across the floor. Tom slammed his cock deep into my ass and I felt his cum fill me deep and raw. I had no time to adjust to what had just happened, but I felt oddly satisfied that Tom had cum in me and not the pizza kid. After Tom’s orgasm subsided he glanced over at the kid who was sitting on the carpet staring at us both. “Sorry about that kiddo, but my cum is for my boy’s hole only. I’m sure you understand.” The kid looked confused and frightened about the situation. Tom walked over the bedside took a roll of dollars out his wallet and threw it at the kid barking “Our little secret kid. Now, grab your clothes and fuck off. My pizza will be cold.”

Back then, men were men and not preening peacocks. Richard Locke is still the classic Daddy!